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Chapter List
- 6
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This I
Promise You

Sequel
to:� �My Heart
Beats Like A Drum�

Written
by: Chochowilliams

Disclaimer: I do not
own Gravitation or the characters from it.� I do not make any money from the writing of
this story.

Summary: Could it be
that Shuichi really is just paranoid or is there something about the new
neighbor?

Chapter
Summary:� Shuichi and
Eiri finally tie the knot with Riku as witness, but not everything goes as
planned.

Warning: M/M,
hentai, romance, drama, angst, OOC-ness, language, mpreg, masturbation, anal,
oral, death, Shuichi/Eiri

Insert:� ---

A/N: Thank you
to fahaar, kessaris, Acherona for your reviews.� Oh!�
And a very special thank you to one Duelriel for completely blowing the comment about homosexuality and Islam way
out of proportion.� I know the history
about bigotry in Christianity and Judaism towards gays.� Thank you very much.� I was born and raised Roman Catholic.� My sister is entering the monastery.� My mother wanted to become a nun when she was
younger.� I�ve studied religion my entire
life.� And I know it is not the religion
but the people and the extremists who cause all the problems.� I even said as much if you would have read it
my thoroughly.� But once again, I want to
apologize if any of my comments offended anyone.� That was not my intention.� I am just sick and tired of hearing on the
nightly news about turmoil in the Middle East
because of a handful of assholes.� Now�on
with the story!

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(Last Time)

Feeling
strangely all of a sudden, Shuichi gazed at Eiri through his bangs.� The writer was wearing an outfit similar to
his.� His haori was also made of black
silk with an intricately brocaded silk satin lining.� Unlike the grey-blue of Shuichi's, Eiri's
silk lining was a gold color with an open paper hand fan with some illegible
kanji, a temple in the countryside and a footbridge.� Also like Shuichi's, the Uesugi clan crest
had been woven into the fabric.� It was
worn over a black hakama, tabi and zori.�
Beads identical to the ones Shuichi was holding were clutched in Eiri's
trembling hands.

Trembling?

Closer
inspection told Shuichi that his lover looked just as nervous as he felt.� He was swallowing and licking his lips
constantly.� His forehead, upper lip and
palm were glistening with sweat.� His
chest rose and fell rapidly, his heart most likely beating a mile a
minute.� Just the thought of this usually
calm and in-control man just as nervous as him, made Shuichi feel less so,
ironically enough.

Taking a deep
breath, Shuichi raised his head and held it high, staring at the other man with
a tender smile and love shining in his eyes.�
�Eiri,� he breathed.

In unison,
both mean reached out and linked hands.�
The beds clinked together between their palms.� Eiri raised their joined hands and brushed
his lips against the back of his boyfriend's hand causing a pink tinge to blush
his face.

�C'mon,� Eiri
whispered huskily.� He had been waiting
for this his entire life.

As giddy as a
schoolgirl that his parents were finally getting married, Riku followed as Eiri
led Shuichi across the Great Room towards the shrine.

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Chapter
7: Toki wo Koetai � Part 2

The couple made their way toward the glass balcony
doors, passing the coffee table overflowing with colorful bouquets of
flowers.� Their fragrant scent wafted up
and enveloped them.� Shuichi closed his
eyes and breathed in the sweet aroma with a smile.� When he opened his eyes, he gasped.� Sitting in front of the wall of windows that
lead out to the balcony was a shrine with a statue of Shakyamuni, Buddha's
first incarnation.� He was seated in the
Lotus position on a double Lotus pedestal.

�The Lotus symbolizes purity, perfection and divine
birth,� Eiri's deep voice informed him, following his boyfriend�s gaze to the
altar.

Buddha's hands were held in the mudra of
meditation.� Surrounding the large image
of the developer and teacher of what became known as Buddhism were candles,
flowers and incense.

Shuichi felt a fine trembling all over his body and
the nervousness returned a thousand-fold.�
Swallowing, his breathing quickened.�
He had to fight the urge to race back upstairs and lock himself in the
bedroom.

Turning to his long time partner, Shuichi stared deeply
into those golden hazel eyes he knew so well.�
�Eiri,� he whispered.� �Please
tell me I'm dreaming; that this is some sort of joke.�

This whole thing seemed so surreal.� For the longest time, this was what Shuichi
has wanted, to be tied forever to this �main man� in his life, the person
forever and always number one on his heart chart.� Now that dream was finally coming true.� The last thing he wanted was to wake up and
find out it was all a dream.� He expected
at any moment a camera crew to come bursting out from wherever it was they were
hiding and shout, �Surprise!� Just
kidding!�� That would be worse than
anything else he had ever endured.� No,
if this was a dream, he did not want to ever wake up.

Understanding his baka all too well, Eiri
smiled softly and cupped the singer's cheek with his free hand.� �No, Shu-chan.� It's not a dream and I'd never be so cruel as
to joke around about something so sacred.�

Tears blurred Shuichi's vision and rolled down his
face.� �Ai ni natte�� he
whispered, his voice cracking.� With a
sob, he shifted and wiped futilely at the waterfall of tears streaming down his
face.� �I'm falling in love with you all
over again,� he cried.

The blond man smiled and brushed his lover's tears
away with his thumb.� �So am I.�� Leaning down, he lightly pressed their lips
together, eliciting a tingle through their bodies.

Embarrassed by his parents blatant displays of
affection, Riku shifted his eyes away as a rosy tint colored his cheeks.� It was something he would never get used to
no matter how many years passed.� He
guessed he should just be thankful that his parents were still together after
all of this time unlike his friends� parents, but still.� It did not matter whether they were in the
privacy of their own home or in the middle of downtown Tokyo.�
Uesugi Eiri and Shindou Shuichi just could not keep their hands off each
other.

Riku returned his attention to his parents as Eiri
gently led Shuichi to the shrine.

It was actually nice to have a shrine in the
house.� Neither his father nor his mother
was very devout people.� It was not that
they were atheists or even agnostic.� It
was just that they both led very hectic lives.�
While he on the other hand went to the neighborhood shrine as often as
he could.� So, he was happy that there
was a shrine here at the house.� Maybe he
could talk his parents into leaving it up after the ceremony.

��

Together His parents knelt before the Buddha figure
and clasped their hands together.

Eiri knew the readings and chants both he and his long
time partner had to recite by heart but he was not to sure about his intended,
so he did a search on line earlier and printed them out, just in case.� The sheets of paper were lying on the floor
in front of the shrine, but strangely enough, Shuichi did not use them.� As both men started reciting the Vandana,
Tisarana and the Pancasila in loud clear voices, Eiri noticed that Shuichi kept
his eyes glued to the statue of Buddha.�
He was curious how his lithe god came to know these particular chants.

He cast Riku a questioning glance over his shoulder,
but his son just shrugged.

After the couple was finished delivering the chants,
they stood up.� Eiri produced his
neglected lighter, which had been collecting dust in a draw in the kitchen ever
since he quit smoking years ago, from the sleeve of his haori.� Using one hand to hold back the long,
billowing sleeve, he lit one of the candles.�
He replaced the lighter and using the lit candle, proceeded to light the
remaining ones.� The candle light
flickered softly against the white marble statue.� They then used the flames of the candles to
light the incense.� Soon, the living room
was filled with the strong, sweet smell of the incense.� It mingled with the fragrance of the flowers
that carpeted the shrine.

Riku sneezed at the overpowering combination.

Eiri turned around.

This was Riku�s cue.�
He stepped forward and picked up the bouquets of flowers from the coffee
table, which he handed to his father.�
Then he proceeded to sneeze again.

Eiri chuckled lightly.�
He ruffled the boy�s hair.

�Dad,� Riku whined.

Still chuckling, Eiri in turn handed half of the
flowers to Shuichi and together they offered them to Buddha.� Then they turned towards one another.

Riku waited anxiously.�
This was it.

Eiri stared into Shuichi's eyes and grabbed hold of
his small hands, holding them gently but firmly within his.� Taking a deep breath, he prepared to bare his
soul to the person who had captured his heart, for better or for worse, for
richer or poorer, until death do they part.�
Uesugi Eiri was ready to make this commitment.� �Buddhists believe that all humans are
imperfect and that people don't marry other people but instead choose to make a
dual pledge to the greater Truth, which is perfect.�� Eiri lowered his head, gathering his
thoughts.� He could not believe that he
remembered that.� �You know me better
than anyone, Shu-chan,� he continued, staring deeply into the violet tinted
eyes of his lover and soon to be husband.�
�I'm not the most devout Buddhist.�

Shuichi snorted.�
That was an understatement.

Riku laughed, which he turned quickly into a cough
when his father threw his a glare.

�Truth be told,� Eiri continued, �it's not who I
am.� What I am, though, is completely,
utterly and inexplicably in love with you.�
You infatuated me the moment our eyes locked over that drivel you called
a love song.�

Shuichi had to smile at that.� Eiri had not actually believed his song was
that bad, but the famous romance writer had a reputation to uphold.� Such a cold-hearted bastard could not be seen
having emotions after all.

�Right here, right now, I'm making a pledge, a solemn
vow to love, honor, and respect and cherish you.� I promise to be forever faithful, to always
place your needs, wants, wishes and desires first.� This, I promise you.�

With the heel of his hand, Shuichi swiped at the tears
that poured down his face.� �You have me
at a disadvantage, Eiri,� he told the writer.�
�You've known and have been planning this for Kami-sama knows how
long!� So you were able to write the
perfect marriage vows.�� He laughed,
sniffing and again wiping his wet face.�
�I could always recite my �expected undertakings'.�

��

Eiri chuckled.�
�You could, but which part?�
Groom?� Or�bride,� he teased.

Pretending to be hurt, Shuichi pouted and playfully
punched Eiri's arm.� �Meanie!�

Riku laughed at his parents antics.

His face becoming neutral, the singer thought back
over Eiri and his long and complicated relationship, remembering all the
hurtles, hardships and narrow escapes they went through.� He remembered seeing Eiri that night so long
ago, thinking he was a foreigner who had lost his way.� As the past ten years replayed in his head,
he knew what he wanted to say.� �'You are
already a part of my continuing dreams'.�
�I'm tangled up in something' that I can't explain.�

��

Eiri recognized the lines from one of Bad Lucks
songs.� Seeing as most, if not all were
written about their relationship, Eiri was not surprised that Shuichi would
decide to include some of the lyrics with his marriage vows.

�All I've ever wanted was to be close to you.� Ever since I saw you at the park that night,
reading my lyrics, I was completely taken in by you.� It was love at first sight; but I didn't
realize it at the time.� All I knew was
that I could not get you out of my head!�
I wanted� no, had to see you!�
I�d become a junkie and you were my drug of choice.� Just to be in the same room with you was more
than enough.� You were �a temptation I
certainly hadn't expected'.� �I always
want to be with you�.� �I want to go
falling in love with you; even a furious brake won't stop this, no matter who
tries to stop me now.� Since it gets
stronger every time I hit and am hit by the borders of common sense.� I'll climb over the wall and speed up, I
can't stop lovin' you'.� I won't stop
lovin' you.� This I promise you.�

They stared into one another's eyes, seeing their
past, their present and their future.

Smiling, Eiri squeezed Shuichi's hand and produced a
small black velvet box from inside the sleeve of his haori.� Opening it, he took out a gold ring and hid
the box inside his kimono sleeve.

Eiri lifted Shuichi's trembling hand.� Lifting his head, he watched entranced as a
large tears slipped down his beloved�s flushed face.� A soft smile flitted across his lips.� Locking their gaze together, he slipped the
golden circle onto the slender finger.�
Without breaking their gazes locked together, Eiri raised Shuichi's hand
and kissed the ring lightly.� �Daisuki dayo,� he whispered.� �I love you so very much.�

��

Shuichi raised his hand and gasped, his other hand
covering his gaping mouth in shocked awe.�
With wide eyes, the singer stared at the ring on his finger.� It was the most beautiful and exquisite piece
of jewelry he had ever seen.� Jewelers and
sponsors had given him jewelry over the years for one thing or another, but
this made everything he ever received look a little girl's collection of
colored plastic.� �Oh, Eiri,� he
whispered with fresh tears rolling down his cheeks.� He glanced up at the writer then back down at
the ring.� He wiggled his spread
fingers.� The light streaming in through
the glass balcony doors hit the ring and a prism of color danced before his eyes.� The wide gold band had a sunken square
section on the top in which sat nine .03-carat gems.� The eight on the outside were black star
black opals that reflected a mysterious brown star when held in the light.� The ninth gem, in the center, was a dazzling
Princess cut deep rich rose pink Sri Lanka spinal.� As the streaming midmorning sun glanced off
it, a stunning fire burst to life within it.�
�It's beautiful, Eiri,� he whispered.

Riku recognized the ring immediately.� It was the ring his father showed him a while
back when they were laying out the plans for the commitment ceremony.

Eiri sniffed.�
Half was due to the damned cold he woke up with this morning and the
other fifty percent fingered the look on the smaller man's face.� The writer could not fully explain the
expression.� It was somewhat ironic, but
this writer was at a loss for words.�
With his little baka staring at him like that, he felt as if
everything was right with the world.� A
weight he had forgotten was even there was lifted from his shoulders.� He felt lighter and happier than he could
remember being in a very long time.� The
tears that flowed down Shuichi's face made that look even more angelic.� It made him even more beautiful.� �This ring has been in my family for
generations,� he explained.� �It
originally belonged to my great grandfather who passed it on to his oldest son
who did the same thing when his son became of age.� My father gave it to me when I became a full
fledged monk.�� He took Shuichi's hand
and massaged it gently, staring at the play of light.

Shuichi blinked in surprise.� He glanced from the ring to his husband�

Shuichi paused.�
Husband?� He suddenly felt
giddy.� He could never fully understand
what it meant to be �on cloud nine', but he was filled with such a feeling of
euphoria and rapture that it felt as if he had died and gone to Heaven.� However, the fact that he and Eiri were bound
together as close as any two people could get did not mean that the man had to
give him a ring that has been in the Uesugi family for over a century.� It was just too much.� He shook his head.� �Eiri, I can't accept this!�

��

Eiri's face fell.

�It's too much!�
It should-�

�-stay in the family,� Eiri finished for him with a
smirk.� He exchanged a knowing look with
Riku.� Eiri pulled his new husband into
the circle of his arms and hugged him tight.�
�Shu, Shu, Shu!� You are my
family.� Don't you know that?� Pulling away so that he could stare into his
vivacious violet eyes, Eiri smiled.� �I
love you more than anything in this world and I'll do whatever it takes to get
you to stay by my side forever.� I want
to let the whole world know that you are mine, now and forever.�

Riku felt tears prickle his eyes.

Shuichi had always heard that the eyes were the window
into a person's soul.� Everything was laid
out in the open.� There were no
secrets.� As he stared in those deep
golden hazel eyes, Shuichi felt himself melting.� The large, thickly muscled arms wrapped
around him made things low in his body tighten.�
He wanted these arms around him always.�
This was the face he wanted to see whenever he turned around.� This was the man he wanted to spend the rest
of his life with.� With a sob, he flung
himself at his husband, hugging him tightly.

Eiri hugged him back and felt something hard jabbing
into his side.� �Shu-chan, baby.� Is there something in your kimono or are you
just happy to see me?�� The last was said
in a low, lust-filled voice.

Riku retched.�
Oh, God.� Why was it that he had
been cursed with these particular parents?

Shuichi blushed and stepped out of the warm,
comforting arms of his husband.� He
suddenly felt cold without them, but knew that he would soon be back in
them.� Those large hands would be all
over his body, probing, poking and thrusting.�
Shuichi shuddered violently and had to fight to keep himself from
moaning at the images his thought produced.�
He reached inside his under kimono and grabbed a small velvet box.� To Eiri he suddenly looked like Napoleon with
his hand stuck under the haori like that.�
�Actually�I, um��

�What?� Eiri prodded with a raised eyebrow.

Pulling his hand out, Shuichi laid it flat, revealing
a black ring box similar to the one Eiri had kept Shuichi's wedding ring
in.� He avoided the man's curious and
penetrating gaze.

Riku�s eyes went wide.�
Was this the �surprise� that Shuichi said he was planning for Eiri for
their anniversary?

�Shu?� What�?�

�This weekend is our anniversary.�

Eiri nodded slowly.�
�Yeah.�

�It'll be ten years.�

�I know,� Eiri said, nodding slowly.� �That's why I decided to organize this.� I wanted this year to be special.�

Shuichi nodded.�
�So did I,� he whispered.� He
opened the ring box.

Eiri stared wide eyed at the contents of the small
black box.� �Shuichi��

�I had it all planned out.� I made reservations at this restaurant in Yokohama and then��

�Then what?� Eiri prodded.

Once again, Shuichi's face grew warm as a hot blush
spread across his entire body.

Eiri looked down at the ring again.� Had Shuichi planned to ask for his
hand in marriage?� He could not hide the
shocked expression on his face.� �Oh,
Shuichi.�

Shuichi plucked the ring out of its box and gently
handed the velvet container to Riku.� He
took Eiri's left hand and carefully slipped the gold ring onto what was known
as the heart finger, the one finger that was said to have a vein that went all
the way to the heart.� He was not sure if
the one shaking was he or Eiri.� He was
not sure if he cared.

Eiri lifted his hand and studied the ring.� The wide band was made of gold with an inset
3 carat elongated oval Australia Tiger's Iron.�
It was a stunning rich, vivid chocolate brown black with blood red and
metallic deep gold yellow veins.� �It's
beautiful, Shu.�

�Seguchi-san helped me pick it out,� Shuichi
confessed, blushing.

�Tohma did?� Eiri asked in surprise.

Shuichi nodded, his blush deepening.

�He knows?�� The
writer groaned inwardly.� Tohma was never
going to let him live this down.� It will
not matter that Eiri had beat his lithe baka to it.

Again, Shuichi nodded.�
�He helped me with the planning.�

Chuckling, Eiri drew Shuichi into a tight
embrace.� He smiled, breathing in his
sweet strawberry scent.� He used to
believe it was the shampoo Shuichi used, but he has grown to realize that it
was just Shuichi's own natural scent.� At
first, Eiri thought it was a little strange, right along with his bright pink
hair, girlish frame, his insistent chatter and annoying clinging and
unrelenting cuddling, but now all those idiotic characteristics was what made
Eiri love the singer.

Eiri pulled back just enough so he could look deeply
into those unnaturally, natural eyes.� He
wrapped his arms tightly around Shuichi's tiny waist as the singer ran his
small hands up and down Eiri's spine.�
They stared deeply into each other's eyes.� �I may not say it every five seconds like
someone else I know��

Shuichi's face grew warm.

Riku chuckled.

�But I love you, more than anything.�

Riku wondered if it was possible to be grossed out and
in awe at the same time.

Shuichi rose up on his tiptoes while Eiri leaned
down.� It was just a light brush of lips
but it sent shivers through their bodies.�
They pulled back in unison and opened eyes neither one could remember
closing.� As they gazed into one another's
eyes, their heads slowly dipped, their eyes fluttering closed.

A sudden angry shout caused them to jump apart like
guilty lovers.

Eiri groaned with a curse.

�Daddy,� Riku called softly.

�Stay there,� Eiri ordered his son and husband as he
strode through the apartment to the front door.

Shuichi did not argue.�
The yelling was getting louder and it sounded like there was a little
scuffle going on.� He was curious about
what was going on, but he had learned long ago to never disobey an order given
to him by Eiri.� He did however stride
over to Riku and wrapped the boy in his arms, which was strange seeing as his
son had grown taller than him over the course of the summer.

Eiri meanwhile yanked open the front door with enough
force to rip it off the hinges.� �What
the hell's going on?� he demanded angrily.�
The sight before him stilled him momentarily.� The bodyguard had a redheaded guy on his
knees, his hands trapped behind his back.�
Eiri smirked with a small snort.�
Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned against the doorframe.� �Nakano.�
What do you think you're doing?�

Shuichi and Riku exchanged a look.

Shuichi stepped away from his son and started across
the living room.

Hiro struggled against the iron grip.� �Where is he?� he demanded.

Eiri raised an eyebrow.

�I'm sorry, sir,� the bodyguard apologized.� �He insisted that he see Mr. Shindou but you
said-�

�Let him up,� Eiri said, waving the guys explanation
aside.

�Sir?�

�It's okay.�

The man in black let go of the guitar player and stood
back.� Hiro slowly stood up,
wincing.� �Where's Shuichi?� he repeated.

�Inside,� Eiri answered with a �where else would he
be' tone.

Fuming, Hiro pushed past the writer and strode inside
the apartment.

�Hey!� What the
fuck do you think you're doing?�

�Sir?� Do you-?�

Eiri waved the man off.� �I'll handle it.�� He stalked into the living room, slamming the
door behind him; an angry remark ready on his lips but it died a quick and
sudden death as he saw the co-founder of Bad Luck pull his hand back.� The silence was shattered as the sharp slap
of flesh on flesh resounded through the room.�
The writer was shocked to a standstill.

�Mama,� Riku cried out.� He raced across the room and grabbed onto his
mother�s arm.� �Mama!� Are you okay?�

Shuichi was holding his newly jeweled left hand over his
reddened, stinging cheek, his eyes wide in shock and dismay.� Slowly, he turned back to his best
friend.� A tear rolled down his
face.� �Hiro,� he breathed, still not
believing what just happened.� �What-?�

�I can't believe you!�
I thought you were better than this!�

Shuichi could only blink.

�You skip work to hang out with your boyfriend?� When you knew our deadline is fast
approaching?�

�But Uncle Hiro�,� Riku started to say, but Shuichi
motioned him to remain quiet.

Shuichi glanced at Eiri briefly who was standing on
the other side of the room.� He gave him
blank eyes, just as confused as he was.�
He wanted to explain to Hiro that there must have been some sort of
miscommunication, but when he opened his mouth to inform the man just that Hiro
cut him off with an angry yell.

��

�No!� I don't
want to hear any excuses!� Do you have
any idea how worried we were?�� Hiro
counted on his hand.� �You don't show up,
call or pick up the phone when I call!�
All these thoughts kept going through my head, Shuichi!� I tried to tell myself that we were just
missing one another, that you were sick and couldn't pick up the phone!� Maybe you were fucking your boyfriend and
couldn't hear the phone.�� He shook his
head.� �Then what do I see?!�� He pointed a finger at the apartment
door.� �I step out of the elevator to see
your bodyguard!� And do you know what he
tells me?�

Riku cowered behind Shuichi.� He had never seen his mama�s best friend like
this before.

Shuichi wanted to say something, but was unable to
form one coherent thought.� His best
friend's angry words shocked him into silence.�
Never before had he yelled at him like this, never before had he been
this angry with him.� He wanted to defend
himself and his decisions, but could not do a damn thing, but stand there like
an idiot and let him continue with his rant.

��

�He has the gull to tell me that you aren't to be
disturbed!�

��

�Hiro,� Shuichi finally managed to say, �I'm
sorry!� I didn't mean to make you worry,
but you see, Eiri and I-�

��

�Just drop it!�

��

�But-�

��

�No!�� Hiro's
hand snapped out and grabbed Shuichi's haori, jerking the smaller man to him so
they were nose to nose.

�Mama!�

�Dammit, Shuichi-�

��

Before Hiro could finish that thought, he found himself
lying flat on his back staring into the contorted face of one outraged romance
writer, trying to catch his breath.�

Eiri twisted the collar of the guitarist white shirt,
not caring if in the process he choked the man to death.� Nobody touched his Shu-chan and lived,
nobody but him and God himself.�
He pressed his face into Hiro's, steam practically pouring out of his
ears and nose.� He glowered hostilely at
the red head.� His fingers itched to
pummel this man into the wooden floor until even his own mother could not
recognize him, but for the sake of his Shu-chan, he had to try to sustain
himself, but it was hard.� �How dare you
lay a hand on what belongs to me,� he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper.� Eiri knew that if he spoke any louder, what
little restraint he had would snap, he was that close to losing it.� �I should beat you into a bloody pulp!�

�Daddy,� Riku whispered.

��

Hiro could feel the writer's weight compressing his
chest, making it difficult to breath.�
The collar of his shirt was now a noose, tightening centimeter by
centimeter.� �But you won't,� he croaked.

Eiri pushed his face into Hiro's so they were nose to
nose.� �What makes you say that?�

Seeing the love of his life this close to killing his
best friend snapped Shuichi out of his shock induced haze.� He knew Hiro hated him because he had not
shown up for work today and made him worry unnecessarily.� He knew that and he could not blame him.� He could also understand why Eiri was so
angry.� The writer was very
over-protective when it came to his family.�
If anyone laid a hand on the singer, Eiri went berserk, but Hiro hating
him and alive was one thing, but hating him and dead was something he could not
handle.� At least with him alive, they
had the opportunity to work things out, but if Eiri were to kill him...

The thought of his best friend in the whole wide world
never flashing those pearly whites at him, or hugging him, or going out with
him after work sent a cold chill down his spine.� He wanted to walk into the studio and see
Hiro on that stool of his, plucking at his guitar.� Shuichi wanted to be able to go to him
whenever he and Eiri had a fight.� He
wanted his best friend's strong arms to comfort him when he cried.� He wanted what they always had but if he did
not snap his husband out of it, all that was going to be over.

Shuichi rushed forward and slid to his knees besides
his lover.� Grabbing a fist full of his
haori in each hand, Shuichi buried his face in the man's shoulder and sobbed.

If Eiri did this then not only would he lose his best
friend, but he would lose Eiri as well.�
The police would arrest him for murder and that would be the end of
their fairy tale romance.� There was no way
he would be able to raise their children all by himself.� He could barely take care of himself as it
was.� The thought of never seeing his new
husband again froze his blood and stopped his heart.� As much as he hated to admit it, losing his
husband was more painful than losing his best friend.� Friends drift apart.� They come and go, but losing your soul mate
was one of the most painful things a person could go through.� �Please, Eiri!� Please!�
I don't want to lose you!�
Please!�

Eiri slowly blinked as Shuichi's words filtered
through the wall of anger that had built up around him.� His grip on the man underneath him,
loosened.� Sitting back, he turned
towards the smaller man and suddenly found himself flying onto his back.� He hit the floor with a painful thud.� He gritted his teeth and hissed.

�Daddy,� Riku gasped.�
He rushed forward and threw himself at his father.

Grunting as the wind was knocked out of him, Eiri
patted his son on the back lightly.

Coughing and rubbed his sore neck, Hiro stood glaring
at the downed writer who was currently being strangled to death by his son.

�Eiri!�

Blinking, Hiro watched as his beat friend crawled
towards his lover with tears racing down his face, which was a mask of
concern.� The anger Hiro felt towards
Eiri diminished, replaced by a weird sense of lose.� Shuichi was more worried about the slim
possibility of losing his boyfriend than in the very real fact that that man
had been this close to choking him to death.�
Chuckling, Hiro shook his head.�
He never really liked the writer.�
The man, first off, had taken away from him the most important person in
the world.� Then the famous womanizer had
been a complete and utter asshole towards Shuichi, kicking him out and breaking
his heart time after time.� Because of
him, Shuichi had been gang raped by Aizawa ten years ago.� The last time Eiri had broken up with
Shuichi, it had sent the young singer fleeing to the States.� Hiro had almost lost him for good.� Nothing good had ever come out of that
relationship.

�-hate you.�

Hiro shook himself loose from his thoughts and turned
towards his best friend.

�I hate you!��
Shuichi looked up from where he was glued to his lover's and son�s side,
his face as wet as if he splashed it with water.� Sniffing, he wiped his nose on the sleeve of
his haori, his eyes glaring with something Hiro had never thought to see
directed at him.� Hatred.� �You ruined everything!� Everything!�

�Shu-�

Shuichi sobbed violently, his body shaking
uncontrollably.� �This's supposed to be
the happiest day of my life and you ruined it!��
He unsteadily got to his feet.�
�You come bursting in here with your fucking accusations without a
thought.� You didn't even give me a
chance to explain myself!�

Hiro realized the singer was right.� He had not let Shuichi tell his side of
things.� He felt like such a heel.

Keeping Riku behind him and out of harm�s way just in
case the shit hit the fan again, Eiri slowly got to his feet and laid his hands
on Shuichi's shoulders, trying to calm the singer down.� He had never seen him this angry before.� It was unsettling.� �Shu-�

Shuichi brushed his husband's hands off and stalked
towards his so-called best friend.� �I
hate you, Hiro!� You totally ruined
everything!� I'm never going to
forgive you for this!� Ever!�� He turned on his heels and stormed up the
staircase, disappearing into the master bedroom and slamming the door behind
him hard enough to shake the apartment.

For the first time in who knows how long, Hiro felt
like crying.� His chest and throat
tightened with the effort of trying to keep the tears locked away.

�I want you out of here, Nakano.� Now!�
If I ever see your face again...�

�Yuki-san-�

�Forget it.�
There is nothing I want to hear that will come out of your mouth.� Jacob!� Eiri called.

Immediately, the front door opened and the tall, broad
American appeared.� �Mr. Uesugi?�

�Nakano-san is leaving.� Make sure he gets to the elevator in one
piece.�

Jacob nodded.�
�Certainly, Sir.�� He stepped
aside and waited patiently for the red-haired guitarist to proceed.

Just as Hiro stepped out of the apartment, his
cellphone rang.� Pausing, he unclipped it
from his belt.� The number on the
faceplate startled him.� �What is it
Kai?� I'm really not-�

�I forgot!�

�Forgot what?� Hiro asked with a sigh.� He really was not in any mood for this.

�I was supposed to tell you something when I got into
the studio this morning, but with the accident and Kei...�

�What're you trying to get at, Kai?�� Hiro was tired.� All he wanted to do was go back to his place
and sleep.� Hiro glanced over his
shoulder at the writer who had not moved an inch from his position in front of
the shrine.� Shrine?� He had not seen that earlier.� When had Shuichi and Yuki-san set up a
shrine?� He glanced back at the writer,
his face a mask of confusion.� He noticed
that the man had a carefully blank expression on his face.

�Did you hear me, Hiro?�

�Huh?� I'm
sorry, Kai.� What did you say?�

�I said Eiri called me this morning to let me know
that Shu wasn't coming in today.�� The second
guitarist shook his head.� �I'm sorry I
didn't tell you earlier, but I forgot.�
What with the accident and Kei...��
He sighed.� �I don't remember the
reason, but-�

�What!?� You
forgot?�

Kai cringed at the angry tone.� �I said I was sorry, Hiro.� I had-�

Hiro growled and paced several steps in an angry
whirlwind, dragging his fingers through his hair.� �Dammit, Kai!�
Do you have any idea what the hell you just did?�

�Me?� I didn't
do a damn thing.� You were the one who
left in a huff.�� A sudden thought hit
him.� �Don't tell me you-�

�Thanks for nothing, Kai.�� He flipped his phone closed and clipped it
back onto his belt.� He growled
angrily.� Damn Shiro Kai to hell and back!� How could he have forgotten something like
this?� Did he have any idea what he just
did?� A disgusted snort from behind him
had Hiro twirling around to face a smug looking writer.

�Nice, going, kid,� Eiri said from the other side of
the doorway.� �You alienate not only one,
but two members of your band.�� He snorted.� �Maybe next time you should think before you
act, huh?�

Hiro stepped forward.�
�Look, Yuki-san-�

�Save it, Nakano.�
I don't think any of us wants to see your face for a while.�� Stepping back, he slammed and locked the door
on the stunned guitarist.

What had he just done?

---TBC---

Preview: One Wild
Night

A/N:� Hiro just screwed that one up, huh?� What an idiot.� I hope they can work things out.� They�ve been friends way too long for it to
end now.� But even if they can work
things out, do you think their relationship will be the same as before?� Probably not.

Coming up
next, we have a �wild night�.� Care to
take a wager as to what that means?�
Yeah!� Lemony goodness.� If you don�t care to read sex scenes, then be
forewarned.� I might just post two
chapters.� We�ll see.� Until then�!
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