Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

Sorry (Revised&Edited)	By : Chocho Category: Gravitation > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1425 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Sorry (Revised&Edited)
- 2-one
- 3-two
- 4-three
- 5-four
- 6-five
- 7-six
- 8-seven
- 9-eight
- 10-nine
- 11-ten
- 12-eleven
- 13-twelve
- 14-thirteen
- 15-fourteen
- 16-fifteen
- 17-epilogue
- 8
- 9
- 10
Sorry

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: AU.�
He ran from Shuichi once.� Will he
take this second chance or let his past keep him from true happiness?� Ryuichi/Shuichi, Shuichi/Eiri

Chapter summary:� Eiri arrives in Toronto.�
Will he be able to fulfill his promise before Ryuichi arrives?

Warning: AU, Angst, drama, romance, language,
m/m sexual content, Ryuichi/Shuichi, Shuichi/Eiri

Inserts:�
--

A/N:�
Sorry I did not update for a while. �Last week, I went to Salem, Mass with my sister. �I absolutely loved it there!

+---+---+---+

Chapter 8

Sunday
430PM - Lester B.
Pearson International
Airport - Toronto
Canada

Among the dozens of people exiting the plane with
their carry on luggage trailing behind them, was one man who stood out.� Tall with a light complexion, dirty blond
hair that hung like a curtain over his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark
wraparound shades and tickled the collar of his open, button down dark green shirt.� Under the shirt was a black T-shirt with a
peeling white decal advertising some rock band currently under contract with NG
Productions, which was tucked in a pair of stonewashed jeans.� His gold earring twinkled as the light hit
it.

Eiri drew the gaze of everyone around him, men,
women and everyone in-between equally, as he strode down the ramp and onto the
solid ground of the waiting area surrounding the gate, his heels making a
continuous clunking sound on
the tiled floor.

He scanned the open, airy, way too bright and
sardine packed airport.� The noise was
overwhelming.� He could hardly hear
himself think.� The waiting areas
surrounding the gate and boarding ramp were full of people waiting to either
board the plane or waiting to greet friends or relatives exiting the plane.

Shouldering his bag,
Eiri pushed his way none too gently through the crowd of people whose loitering
was blocking traffic and headed towards customs and Shuichi.

+---+---+

He was
one-step closer to making Shuichi his.�
It would be great if Sakuma's plane became lost or maybe there would be
a huge pile up on the highway and he would be caught in the middle of it.� It might be too much to ask, but he would
give his left nut to make something
happen to that idiot.

Eiri took
one last drag of his cigarette and tossed the butt on the ground.� He crushed it out under his heel and blew out
a thin stream of smoke.� Fixing the strap
of his bag that was slipping off his shoulder he walked towards his cab as it
pulled up.� He shot a heated glare that
would peel the paint off the broadside of a barn at a woman who walked straight
for it.� He felt a thrill of satisfaction
when she cowered away.� Opening the cab
door, he tossed his bag in before him.�
Slamming the door closed behind him, he automatically locked it.�

�Crowne
Plaza Hotel,� he told the cabbie in
nearly unaccented English.

The guy
started the meter and pulled into traffic.

+---+---+

Crowne Plaza
Hotel - Don Valley,
Toronto

His suit
was as white as his professionally whitened teeth.� There was not a wrinkle, crinkle or crease to
be seen on the suit that was not supposed to be there.� The silk button down shirt was the deepest
royal blue and it made the white of the suit glow.� The solid black tie vanished into the
shirt.� His black dress shoes shinned
like a new coin in the hallway lights.�
His hair was slicked back and tied at the nape of his neck.� The tresses hung down between his shoulder
blades.

Shouldering
his black leather bag, he stepped out into the hall and shut the door to his
hotel room behind him.� Jingling the
handle, he made sure it was securely locked.�
It was.� He raised his head as he
turned and caught sight of Hiro stepping out of his hotel room several doors
down.� �Ready?� he called.

Hiro shut
the door to his hotel room and glanced up.�
He watched their band�s manager stride down the hall towards him.� He shrugged.�
�I guess,� he sighed.

Last night
after the concert in Pittsburgh, the roadies had
packed up the gear and headed straight to Toronto
via a private plane Daisuke had chartered.�
Bad Luck themselves had taken a red eye flight very, very early this
morning and after catching a few hours of rest, went to the auditorium after
breakfast for a sound check and a quick run through of the set list.� Then it was off to the hotel for a late
lunch, or early dinner depending on how you looked at it, and a short nap.� And now, they were off to do a radio interview
at a local radio station that was broadcasting live at the Anime Festival.

Apparently, each week the radio station featured an
up and coming band, a band not in the main stream but has been making a name
for themselves and creating a buzz.� This
week, they decided to feature Bad Luck.� Hiro
had to admit that it was good publicity not only for the band, but also for
Japanese music in general.�

But anything that Bad Luck had to appear on was the
bane of their existence.� There was no
telling what could happen, especially where Shuichi was concerned.� But then again, K had a lot to do with
everything that went wrong.� To him all
roads lead to Rome,
which was not a sentiment everybody shared.�
Hiro was not the only one grateful to have Daisuke with them on this
tour.� With him, things have been going
rather smoothly, but again there was Shuichi.�
His best friend was an enigma and there really was no telling what would
happen.

Suddenly Hiro felt nauseous.

Daisuke grinned as he watched his guitarist's face
twist into a grimace.� �Don't worry,� he
chuckled, patting the young man on the shoulder.� �You'll do fine!�

Hiro looked at him
sharply out of the corner of his eyes.�
It made Daisuke's grin widen.

�Where are
the others?� Daisuke asked, glancing up and down the hallway.

�In the
lobby.�

Daisuke
nodded.� �And Shuichi?�

Hiro
chucked his head towards the closed door opposite his hotel room.

Daisuke
gazed at what was Shuichi�s hotel room.�
There was a �Do Not disturb� sign hanging from his doorknob.

�The guys
went down to the lobby to wait for the van and I decided to check on Shuichi.�

Daisuke
nodded.

�I knocked
on his door, but he didn't answer so we figured he had already gone downstairs
and just forgot to take down his sign, but when we got to the lobby, he wasn't
there.� Nobody had seen him.� So, I came back up to try his room
again.� I called his room and his cell,
but I still couldn't get hold of him.��
With a sigh, Hiro glanced at his friend's door with a frown between his
brows.� �I'm sure he's just sleeping and
turned off his phone or something.�

Daisuke
nodded.� �Probably,� he agreed, �The
strain of this tour seems to be taking its toll on him.�

�Yeah,�
Hiro said nodding.� He knew how stressful
it was for Shuichi.� As Bad Luck's lead singer
and front man, he was put in a more demanding position then the rest of
them.� �But when he doesn't answer the
phone or the door��

�Hm,�
Daisuke nodded in understanding.� �Why
don't you head on down with the others and I'll go check on Shuichi.�

Hiro looked
a little uncertain.

Daisuke
chuckled.� �Go!� he ordered, giving the
guitarist a playful shove.

�All
right!� All right!� I'm going.��
Hiro gave the older man a quick wave and strode off down the hall
towards the elevators.

Smiling in
amusement, Daisuke crossed the hall and rapt lightly on Shuichi�s door.� There was no sign of life from inside the
suite.� With a frown, Daisuke knocked
harder.� Once again, everything remained
still and quiet.

�Shuichi?�
he called through the door with another knock.�
�Shu, it's me!� The van is
here!� We have that interview at
six!� Shuichi?�� He banged sharply on the door.� Sighing in frustration and growing annoyance,
Daisuke tried the doorknob and to his surprise found it unlocked.� He would have to have a serious talk with
Shuichi about that.

Fixing his
bag that was sliding off his shoulder, Daisuke swung open the door and peered
inside.� A cave of darkness greeted
him.� He pushed the door open wider with
his index finger and took a step inside.�
As his eyes began to adjust, he started to make out the vague shapes of
the furnishings.� The first thing he
noticed was a clicking
sound.� He glanced in the direction the
sound was coming from.� Daisuke spotted
Shuichi sitting at the far side of the room in front of a laptop.� The light from the screen illuminated his
face.� The nineteen year old was staring
almost as if he was in a hypnotic trance at the computer screen with his chin
cupped in his hand while his other hand moved back and forth over the
keyboard.� The light on the screen
flickered, changing the shadows and contour of Shuichi�s face.

He opened
his mouth to call out to him, but thought better of it.� Stepping deeper into the suite, Daisuke
quietly shut the door behind him, being careful not to let the door latch
catch.� Setting his bag down on the floor
by the door, he silently strode through the living room, skirting the
sofa.� As he neared Shuichi, something on
the computer screen caught his attention, but before he could get much of a
look, the laptop snapped shut.

�Hey,
Daisuke,� Shuichi greeted in surprise.�
�I didn't hear you.�

�And Hiro,�
Daisuke added.

�Huh?�� Shuichi blinked blankly.

Daisuke
shook his head.� �Nothing.� Are you ready?�

�For what?�

Daisuke
rolled his eyes.� He should have known.� �The interview.�

�What
interview?�

�The radio interview, Shuichi.�

Shuichi
continued to stare at Daisuke blankly.�
He blinked long and slow, utterly confused.� �Oh, shit!� he gasped, his heart racing as he
suddenly remembered.� He glanced at his
wristwatch.

Daisuke
stared sharply at his singer's hand.� He
frowned deeply.� He was not wearing his
ring.

�Why didn't
you come get me earlier?� Shuichi cried out in panic, snapping Daisuke out of
his reminiscing.� Cursing, Shuichi flew
past Daisuke.� Cutting through the living
room, he jumped the sofa and the coffee table as if they were hurtles and raced
into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

Daisuke
snickered.� Shuichi acted as if being
late meant the end of the world.� He
jumped when he heard a sudden loud crash from the bedroom.� �Shu?� Daisuke called.

�I'm fine!�
Shuichi called back.

�What
happened?�

�N-nothing!�� There was a muffled clatter.� �Shit,� he heard Shuichi curse.

Daisuke
sighed heavily and shook his head.� There
was never a dull moment.

He crossed
the room towards the heavy blackout curtains.�
Searching among the folds of the drapes, he pulled the cord and watched
as the curtains parted.� The once dark
suite was thrown into sudden brilliant light.�
Much better, he thought.� Deciding
to leave the sliding glass doors that opened out onto a small balcony
overlooking the city opened a slight crack to allow a cool breeze to whisper
through the room, Daisuke instead pulled closed the vertical blinds and the
gauzy curtains.�

Turning
back around, Daisuke scanned the living room of Shuichi's suite.� He took in the modern, contemporary d�cor
that he was not too fond of.� He spotted
his own bag by the door.� His eyes swept
passed the fully equipped eat-in kitchen, the closed door that lead into the
bathroom and then landed on the desk to his left with the laptop sitting on
it.� He frowned as his mind flashed back
to that brief glimpse he had caught of the screen before Shuichi shut it down.� He could not be sure, but from what he had
been able to see, it looked as if Shuichi had been looking at a photograph of a
high-rise apartment complex.� He could
have sworn there had been some people in the picture, though he had not been
able to make out who they were.� He
wondered curiously, what the photo had been of and if it had something to do
with Shuichi's strange behavior.

Still
frowning, he turned to stare at the closed bedroom door.

The bedroom
door opened suddenly and Shuichi stepped out.�
He had chosen a pair of dark blue jeans that rode low on his hips with a
white T-shirt that had some obscure black decal under a white stripped
unbuttoned button down shirt, a black blazer and a pair of black boots.� His hair had been combed, tamed and was
hanging loose and neat around his shoulders.�
Daisuke looked closer and noticed that Shuichi had put on little
makeup.� Male he may be, but an
entertainer he was.� No star would be
caught dead without some sort of makeup on in public, especially if they had to
make a public appearance.

Shuichi
caught Daisuke staring and with a toothy grin, held his hands out and
twirled.� �What do you think?� he asked
brightly.

Gorgeous,
he thought.� Aloud he said, �Not bad,�
with an approving nod.

�Really?�

Daisuke nodded.� �Yes, really.�
You look amazing.�

Shuichi
squealed and clapped his hands, bouncing in excitement.

Daisuke�s
gaze traveled to his singer�s hair.� �Did
you color your hair again?�

�Yeah!�
Shuichi grinned widely.� �I did it the
other day.� Like it?�

�Shu,�
Daisuke sighed heavily.� �You know, your
hair is going to fall out if you keep dying it so often.�

Shuichi
pouted dramatically.� �But I like it!�

Daisuke
sighed and shook his head.� Shuichi had
gone from the flaming red hair he has had since the beginning of the tour to a
dark burgundy.� It was actually the
closest he has come to his natural black hair since Daisuke joined the band as
their manager.� His hair appeared black
except that in the light it had an almost purplish haze to it.

�Don�t you,
Dai?�� Shuichi gazed up into his
manager�s face with large puppy dog eyes and batted those long lashes of
his.� His now red-hazel eyes filled with
tears.

Daisuke
cursed himself as he once again fell victim to the charm that was Shuichi
Shindou.� �I do.� I do, Shu.�

Shuichi
beamed brightly.� �Really?�

Daisuke
chuckled.� �I never said I didn�t.� I�m just saying-�

�Thank you,
Daisuke!�

Oh, boy,
the older man thought.� �So, you ready or
what?�

Shuichi
nodded, beaming.

�Okay.�� Daisuke strode across the room and shouldered
his bag.� Swinging the suite door open,
he stepped back and swept his hand out.�
�Apr�s vous, Monsieur.�

�Merci,� Shuichi responded with a graceful
nod as he swept past his manager and stepped out into the hall.

Daisuke chuckled with
an amused shake of his head.� Shuichi had
a hard time speaking English, yet he had been able to pick up some French from
him.� Go figure.

He shut the
door making sure it was locked and trotted down the hall to catch up to his
singer.� Shuichi was standing in front of
the elevators, pushing the down button.�
Daisuke immediately zeroed in on his still ring-less hand.� He frowned.�
The elevator dinged and moments later, the doors slid open.� Shuichi clasped his hands behind his back and
danced onto the elevator, humming happily.�
Daisuke followed him and pressed the button for the lobby, deep in
thought.� As the doors slid shut, Daisuke
had a sinking feeling he had the answer to all his questions.

+---+---+

500PM
- Crowne Plaza Hotel

�Here you
are, Mr. Uesugi,� the woman said shyly.�
Her face bright red as she held out a white plastic key card.

Amused by
the girl�s reaction, Eiri snatched his room key out of her trembling
fingers.� �Thanks,� he smiled kindly.

If
possible, the girl's blush deepened.� She
dipped her head, lowering her eyes to the stack of paperwork she was behind in
sorting through.

The girl
appeared to be nothing more than a child.�
She was a little on the short side, not much taller than Shuichi.� Not exactly as tiny and lithe, but neither
was she overweight either.� Her Mahogany
brown hair hung down her back in tight ringlets.� She peered up at him with yellow-green eyes
before dropping her gaze again, her face burning hotly.� There was nothing remarkable about her.� She had average looks, was of average height
and weight.� Her beige suit could be
purchased in any department store in the country.� The only thing that stood out about her was
her massive breasts.� If he were not gay,
he would be all over her like white on rice.�
Oh, well.� The person he wanted to
bed was a lot prettier anyway.

�Have a
pleasant evening, Sir,� the girl wished softly.

�A pleasant
evening�, huh?� Eiri smirked as he
thought about his flame haired god.� Oh,
he planned on it.� Pocketing his room
key, he shouldered his bag and strode across the lobby to the elevators,
grinning confidently.

The girl
watched the blond god walk off.� She
slumped down, exhaling noisily when he vanished behind a group of potted
plants.� That had been the most gorgeous man she had ever
seen in her life!

�Excuse
me,� said a sudden voice.

Startled,
she swallowed a gasp and jumped.� Her
head snapped up.� Her eyes wide, she
stared transfixed at the blond haired angelic god standing before her.

Eiri read
the name on the nametag pinned to her beige blazer.� Linda Murphy.�
�Ms. Murphy.� I was wondering if
you could help me with something.�� He
flashed the patent smile he had perfected over the years.� It did not fail him.

Linda's
face turned lobster red almost instantly.�
Steam whistled out from the collar of her white blouse and she
practically melted into a puddle of goo behind the front desk.

�You see,
I�m meeting an old friend here.� I was
wondering if you could tell me if he had checked in.�

�Sure,� she
whispered, dazed.� With much difficulty,
she tore her gaze away from Eiri and turned towards the computer.

Eiri
noticed that she was able to regain her composure as she clicked away at the
computer.

�And what
would his name be?�

Eiri
smirked.� �Shindou.� Shuichi Shindou.� He might have checked in under either
�Jordan� or �Shinta�.�� Both were his
grandfathers� names.

�Okay.� Just give me a second,� she told him.� Her fingers flew over the keyboard.� Her eyes zipped across the screen.� �Okay.�
Here it is.�� She pointed at the
monitor as the information popped onto the screen.� �He checked in�this morning.�

Perfect,
Eiri thought.

Linda turned
to him and was immediately sucked back into the intensity of his beauty.

Flashing
that dreamy smile of his again, Eiri asked sweetly, �You wouldn't be able to
tell me what room he's staying in would you?�

Linda
blinked, unable to comprehend the words coming out of this gorgeous man's
mouth.

�You see,�
Eiri continued, �I haven't seen him in over a year.�� He reached across the counter and grabbed her
hand.� He gently raised her hand to his
lips, his eyes never leaving her face.�
He pressed his lips to the back of her hand.� �I would greatly appreciate it,� he whispered
huskily, flashing that dreamy smile of his again.

�I-I-I-I,
uh�Sure?�

Eiri's
smile widened.� Sorry Sakuma, he thought
cheekily.� You snooze.� You lose.

+---+---+

730PM
- Toronto Congress Center

Shuichi
yawned loudly.� He rubbed his burning
eyes as the black van Daisuke had rented for their stay in Toronto pulled out of the parking lot.� Sighing, he slouched down in the middle row
of seats as he fingered his burgundy dyed locks. �He clasped his hands behind his head.� Stretching out his legs, he rested his head
against the seat and closed his eyes.� He
tuned out Hiro, Suguru, Ethan and Kevin as their laughing voices swirled around
him.�

Their
driver was silent.� He was always quiet.� Never spoke unless spoken to.� It was as if speaking was a deadly
allergen.�

Meanwhile,
Daisuke and Scott were speaking about tomorrow's schedule.� They had an autograph session with the other
bands and singers on tour with them and several of the voice actors who had
been invited to the festival.� Then there
was a final sound check and dress rehearsal.�
The concert began at about five and ran until around ten or so.

On the way
to the Toronto Congress Center,
where the Anime Fest was being held, for their interview with the radio
station, Daisuke had given them a choice.�
They could return to Japan on Tuesday and have the next two weeks off
until SugoiCon in Tokyo next Friday or they could go on to St. Catharine's,
Ontario for the Garden City Anime Festival and then to Winnipeg, Canada;
Anaheim, California; Oshawa, Canada; Mesa, Arizona; Oxford, Alabama and then
return to Tokyo.� For the first time in
his life, Shuichi was unsure what he wanted to do, go home or extend the tour.

Prying open
heavy eyelids, he lifted his left hand and held it out above his head.� He stared at his ringless hand in the bright
red setting sun.� Like last night, he
felt absolutely nothing.� And like last
night, the tears suddenly stinging his eyes and blurring his vision were in
response to the empty feeling he felt inside.�
He was never one to shy from confrontation, but this time�This time it
was beginning to sound more and more like a very good idea.� He just needed some time to think and figure
out what he should do next.� Clenching
his hand, he held it tightly against his heart and squeezed his eyes shut
tight, trying to hold back his tears.

It was
official.� Love sucked.

+---+---+

800PM
-JFK International Airport

He left at quarter to five Sunday evening from the Narita Airport
in Japan and was scheduled
to arrive at the Lester B. Pearson International Airport
in Toronto at
around eight o'clock Sunday night.� While
technically over sixteen hours would pass before he would arrive at his final
destination, but from a certain point of view, only three hours and fifteen
minutes would have passed since he left Japan.� It was a bit strange and he could never get
used to it.� It was like being able to
relive the last several hours over again, which was something he really wished
he could do, especially after the complete mess he made of everything.� Again.�
Unfortunately, that was impossible.

Ryuichi snapped his cellphone
shut.� �Dammit all to hell!�

Why had Tohma not
booked him on the same flight as that rat bastard, Yuki?� With his influence, surely Tohma would have
had no problem squeezing him on that flight.�
Or he could have let him use his private plane.

He was in a
cab on his way to JFK
International Airport.� His flight from Narita to Newark Liberty had
actually arrived early, but his connecting flight to Toronto was delayed.� Dammit!�
He just hoped it was not too late.�
If Eiri got to Shuichi first, there was no telling how he would poison
Shuichi's mind against him.� He had to
get to Shuichi and try to make things right.�
At any cost.

+---+---+

Crowne
Plaza Hotel

�You sure?�
Hiro asked his best friend as the group stood in the lobby of the hotel.� He searched his friend's face carefully.

Shuichi
nodded, forcing himself to smile.� �I'll
just order room service.�

�Okay.� Get some rest then,� Daisuke ordered.

�Yeah,� Suguru
added.� �We don't need you collapsing on
stage or something like you almost did last night.�

Something
inside Shuichi snapped.� Fisting his
hands at his sides, he glared at his keyboardist with hatred in his eyes and
venom dripping from his canines.� He
snarled, his lips peeling back.� �You-!�

�That's
enough,� Hiro said calmly, stepping in-between them.

Ethan and
Kevin exchanged glances.

Hiro placed
his hands on Shuichi�s shoulders and backed him up several steps as behind him,
Suguru stared at Shuichi in wide-eyed confusion and shock.

�C'mon,�
Daisuke told the keyboardist.� He draped
an arm around Suguru�s narrow shoulders and steered him and the others towards
the restaurant.

Shuichi
felt his anger evaporate just as fast as it appeared.� Suddenly, he felt drained and exhausted.� He peered around Hiro's broad shoulders at
Suguru's retreating form.� What was wrong
with him?� What had he tried to do?� Sure Suguru tended to irritate him beyond
words every now and again, but still�His chest suddenly hurt and his soul felt
heavy.� Maybe he should take the next two weeks off.� If for nothing more than to clear his head
before he really did something he regretted.�
�I'm�I'm sorry.� I didn't�� He stepped away from Hiro as his words became
lodged in his throat.� The world around
him blurred behind a mist of tears.

Hiro
frowned.� �Shu�Are you all right?�

Shuichi
shook his head as a tear rolled down his cheek.�
He did not have the strength to lie, not that Hiro would believe his lie
anyway.� �Just�� He cleared his throat forcibly and blinked
away the veil of tears blinding him.�
�Just tell Fujisaki�� Shuichi
shook his head, unable to go on.

Hiro
frowned.� �You know you can always talk
to me, right?�

Shuichi did
know that.� He gave his friend a genuine smile.� �I know.�
Thank you.�� He crossed his arms
over his chest as he turned around and walked to the elevators.

Hiro
watched his friend as he pressed the button for the elevator.� There was a �ping� and the doors slid
open.� Shuichi stepped inside and pressed
the button for their floor.� The doors
slid closed without Shuichi once looking up.

+---+---+

The white
plastic key card slid into the slot above the door handle.� The light flashed green and the door swung
open.� Shuichi dragged himself inside and
shut the door behind him, locking it securely.�
He lifted the strap of his bag over his head and set it on the floor
against the wall.� He tossed his room key
onto the nearest table and then toed off his shoes.� He peeled off his socks and tossed them onto
the floor next to his shoes.�
Straightening, he closed his eyes and sniffing, wiped at a tear that
trickled down his cheek.

�It's about
time you got back�you damned brat.�

Shuichi
froze at the sound of that voice.� His
heart started racing.� His palms grew
slick with perspiration.� Breathing
heavily, he slowly opened his eyes and turned towards the sound of the voice.� His heart stopped dead.� �Y-Yu�ki?� he gasped.

Eiri
stepped out of the shadows and into the light streaming in through the balcony
doors from the setting sun.

Tears
streamed down Shuichi's face.� He could
not believe it!� Was this a dream?� Was he hallucinating?� Was this really Yuki, his Yuki, standing before him?�
It could not be.� It just�It was
impossible!� It was�

Eiri took a
step towards Shuichi and watched the mixture of emotions flicker across his
face.� He smiled gently at the younger
man.� �Yes, Shuichi.� It's me,� he assured him, his voice gentle.

That was
all the assurance Shuichi needed.� With a
sob, he raced across the room and flung himself into Eiri's waiting arm.� The strong scent of cigarette smoke
overwhelmed him, but he welcomed it just as he welcomed Eiri�s arms that
wrapped around him and pulled him into a tight embrace against him.�

Eiri buried
his face in Shuichi�s soft hair, vowing silently never to let him go
again.� It had been a year in the making,
but he finally had his Shuichi back.

---TBC---

Preview: Eiri asks Shuichi to give him a second
chance.
- 8
- 9
- 10
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Sorry (Revised&Edited)