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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: Yasashii is growing restless.

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

Insert: �---

A/N: Thank you
to hokage, kessaris, Acherona, Queen-Cocaine, singingshowtunes, catbaker for your reviews.

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(Last Time)

�Why does he
hate me?� came the sobs muffled under the thick layer of blankets.

Eiri did not
have to ask to know who �he� was.� �He
doesn't hate you, Shu.�

�Yes, he
does,� the singer sobbed.

�Shuichi,�
Eiri sighed.� �You and Hiro are best
friends.� Joined at the hip.� No matter what stupid or idiotic thing you
say or do, he always manages to forgive you and stay by your side.� Isn't that right?�� He took his husband�s silence as
confirmation.� �Yes, the two of you�ve
had your moments, but nobody can stay mad at you for very long.� You're like a magnet.� You attract everyone.� You make everyone smile and laugh, even when
they're in the deepest, darkest pits of their emotions!� Take it from me, I know.�

Shuichi
sniffed and flung the covers off his head.�
Slowly sitting up, he stared down at the comforter, his violet eyes
shining with unshed tears.� His jaw
trembled.

Eiri had been
expecting the smaller man to throw himself at him, but Shuichi stayed on his
side of the bed, miserable.� �Shu?�

�Are you
sure, he doesn't hate me?�

�He was just
worried.� Apparently, there was some
miscommunication at the studio.� He
doesn't hate you. �Don't worry so much.�

Shuichi
nodded.� He knew Eiri was right, but he
could not get his �best friend�s� accusations out of his head, they played in
an endless loop.� What he said hurt a
lot.� The man may have had good
intentions, but that did not help the singer feel any less bitter or
disappointed.

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Chapter
9: Obsession

Restlessly, Yasashii paced his apartment.� He walked from the front door through the
living room and down the hall, passing the bathroom, into the kitchen where he
rounded the kitchen table and walked back down the hall to the living
room.� He spun on his heel and re-walked
the path.� By now, he had worn a groove
into the hardwood floors.

��

Growling, he glanced at his watch for what seemed like
the zillionth time.

��

He did not understand.�
It was nearing two o'clock and his Shu-han had yet to leave for
work.� The band was supposed to have had
a meeting at seven this morning to go over the artwork for the cover of their
new album.� After that, there were still
a few songs that needed the kinks worked out.�
Forever Yours was a double
CD.� The first disk contained Bad Luck's
greatest hits, going back to their debut album.�
The second disk contained cover songs from various artists from all over
the world. �There were several live bonus
tracks from various live performances over the years, several included duets
with Nittle Grasper.� There was also an
extra special bonus track of the original version of �Rage Beat� recorded from
Zepp Tokyo with a special appearance by Ryuichi Sakuma.� So, why had his angelic singer not left?� Was he sick?

��

Yasashii stilled with a horrified expression on his
face.� �Dear Kami,� he
whispered.� His lithe, graceful singer
who looks like angel when he is sleeping, a sex kitten on stage- even though he
does dress like a slut- was sick!� Maybe
even dying!� Dying?� No!�
That cannot be happening!� They
just found each other!� How can the gods
conspire to work against them like this?

��

The man found himself at the front door of his apartment
before he realized what he was doing.� It
took everything he had to keep from racing down that hall and flinging himself
at the singer.� That was what he should
be doing, though.� It was obvious that
perverted monster was not taking care of Shuichi.� Why?�
Because that damned womanizing romance author did not care about Shindou
Shuichi!� No.� All that bastard wanted was a hole to fuck
and Shuichi was just a convenience!� The
thought of that monster taking advantage of such a sweet guy sent a surge of
rage through Yasashii.� His hands became
balls of fury.� His teeth ground together
hard enough to chip a tooth.

��

That was the last straw!

��

Anger blinded him.�
He reached for the door and flung it open.� He started to march out into the hallway but
the sight of a dark suited foreigner gave him pause.� His fury drained away.� Stepping back into his apartment, Yasashii
closed the door and peered out at the Uesugi-Shindou apartment through the
crack.

��

The man was Shuichi's bodyguard.� An American, if he was remembering
correctly.� His name was Joshua, or
Jeremy or something stupid like that.�
Truthfully, he looked more like a Butch, or a Frank or something with a
little more punch.� The bodyguard had
graying light brown hair, but physically he looked as strong as five oxen.� He was as wide and as tall as the door he was
standing in front of.� His stance was
that of a typical bodyguard clich�d in every television show, movie and
book.� His feet were a shoulder's width
apart and his hands were clasped in front of him, one hand holding the wrist of
the other.�

Bodyguards first started shadowing Shuichi�s every
move after an �overly enthusiastic� fan somehow managed to sneak into the
showers after one of their concerts several years back.� Apparently, the guy believed he was in love
with the singer and tried to seduce him but when his advances were shot down,
the man attacked him.� After that,
Shuichi never went anywhere without at least one bodyguard.� Yasashii had to hand it to the man.� As well as the other guy, a tiny Japanese
man.� Whatever his name way.� Kousuke?�
Kiba?� Something like that.� Shuichi�s bodyguards did their job well.� Maybe too well.� He has not been able to get within ten feet
of his beloved since that first day.� But
Yasashii was going to be damned if this moronic foreigner and his partner was
going to keep him away from the singer.

��

Yasashii felt his anger take hold of him once more.

��

He had to see Shuichi!�
He had to!� No matter what!

��

Once more, he grabbed the doorknob but this time the
familiar a cappella dulcet tones of his future lover rang through his silent
apartment.� Sighing in frustration, he
snatched his phone from his belt.� A
familiar number showed on the screen.�
Even angrier now, Yasashii flipped the phone open and snapped, �What?�

��

�Bloody hell, Yasa.�
Bite my head off why don't ya,� came the voice over the line.

��

�What do you want, Niwa,� Yasashii snapped.

��

Niwa Kakei-san, in his pea soup jumpsuit, pushed the
broom across the floor in the waiting area by the front lobby of NG
Productions.� In order to call Yasashii
for an update, he had been forced to take out the earpiece that was connected
to the small boxlike transmitter in his pocket.�
The transmitter allowed him to hear what was going on inside the studio
upstairs, all thanks to the bug.�
Unfortunately, the listening device had conked out yesterday.� Thankfully, a quick change of batteries was
all it took to get the bug up and running again.

��

�Just wanted to check in,� Niwa answered with a
blink.� What was Yasashii so mad about?

��

�That's it?� You
bothered me just to �check in'?�

��

Niwa blinked at the man's tone.� �Hey, just doing what you pay me for.�

��

Yasashii growled.�
�I pay you to keep me informed with what's going on!� And so far, you haven't been doing your job!�

��

�That's because nothing's going on!�

��

Yasashii was the one startled at Niwa's tone this
time.� Sighing, he felt his anger
dwindle.� He walked to the wide bay
window and stared out over Tokyo.� �Okay, tell me what is going on.�

��

�Nothing much, just a lot of yelling.� Apparently,� Niwa sighed, �Shindou-san-�

�-didn't come into work today.� I know.�
I know,� Yasashii finished in a rush.�
He walked to the door and peered out.�
The bodyguard had not moved an inch.�
�I live next door to the guy, remember?�

��

�Oh, yeah.�

��

Niwa-san had forgotten.� How he could have was beyond him.� The guy was totally obsessed with the
singer.� The extra bedroom off the living
room was a shrine to the singer. �It was
filled with all kinds of memorabilia from key chains, dolls, and clothes
Shuichi himself had worn.� He had every
single magazine, book, newspaper and tabloid paper that featured Shindou
Shuichi in any form.� Every radio and
television appearance was recorded and catalogue meticulously.� There were boxes of photo albums filled with
concert stubs, backstage passes and autographs.�
He had every CD and single ever released, legal and bootlegged, from all
over the world.� There were official Bad
Luck clothing- shirts, pants, socks, et cetera- and accessories of every
imaginable type in that room.� The man
had even somehow collected locks of the singer's hair that he kept in a
shoebox.� He also had a habit of going
garbage picking, where he found broken and discarded jewelry and other things
from the famous front man.� If it had the
name Bad Luck on it, had been touched or breathed on or had been in the very
presence of Shindou Shuichi, Rinjin Yasashii had it.� The only thing the man did not have was the
singer himself.� That was where Niwa came
in.

The two men had known one another since high
school.� When Niwa became financially
strapped, Yasashii made him an offer he could not refuse.� Get a job at NG and plant a few listening
devices.� Yasashii wanted to bug the
singer's home but because the singer's lover worked from home, it was
practically impossible.� Then Yasashii
became fortunate enough to rent the apartment right next door to the singer, so
the mechanical device was no longer necessary, though there were times when
Yasashii wished he had.

��

At first, Yasashii's obsession had just been a normal
infatuation, a man with a crush on an entertainer, but then the shrine
developed, the listening devices were planted in order to help the man
�accidentally bump� into the singer and then there was the photographer.� Yes, Yasashii even hired a freelance
photographer to follow Shuichi.� This
guy- Niwa never met him- was somehow able to get pictures of the singer that
would make every tabloid newspaper drool with envy and every porn magazine
whipping out their checkbooks.

��

Niwa was beginning to regret accepting this job.� This little �infatuation� was getting out of
hand, but he could do nothing.� He was in
it too deep now.� What was that saying?� No use crying over split milk.

��

�Shuichi-sama hasn't left his apartment all day,�
Yasashii was saying.

��

Niwa nodded.� He
replaced his broom in the cart and swept the small pile of debris into the
dustpan and then disposed of it in the garbage.�
�Nakano and Fujisaki-san were, well, livid to say the least, but since
they're used to Shindou-san being late, they gave him a few hours.�

��

�Yeah,� Yasashii prodded.

��

�By ten, he still hadn't shown up, so Nakano-san
called.�� Niwa shook his head.� �They called him for over an hour, but
Shindou-san didn't pick up his phone and nobody answered at the apartment.�

��

Yasashii frowned.�
He could not remember hearing the phone ring next door.� He wondered why.� Was it possible they turned off the ringers?� But why would they?� What was going on over there?

��

�That got them a little worried, ya know?� Niwa
continued, bringing Yasashii out of his thoughts.

��

�Understandable,� Yasashii agreed with a nod.� �You expect someone at a certain time and
when they do not show and do not answer the phone��

��

�Well, Nakano-san went to see what was going on, if
they were at home, or��

��

�They� referred to both the singer and his damned
writer lover, Yasashii knew.� Just the
thought of that whore Shu-han called his �soul mate� sent a resurgence of anger
through the man.� Then what his old
friend said hit him.� �He was here?� When?�

��

�Uh�� Niwa
scrunched his head in thought.� �About
eleven, eleven-thirty.�

��

That would explain it.�
The stupid building's property owner called him to ask if he would let
the meter guy into the basement and of course being the �gentle neighbor� that
he was complied all too readily.

��

�Well, I guess when he noticed Shindou-san's bodyguard
outside the apartment,� Niwa was saying, �he became furious!� I'm not sure what happened exactly, but
Nakano-san returned to the studio pretty pissed off.� They're not exactly happy with Shindou-san
right now.�

��

�Mm�� That made Yasashii think.� What was going on over there and could he use
it to his advantage?

---TBC---

Preview:� �Just Beware of the Thorns�

A/N:� Wow.�
Is that guy a piece of work or what?�
Ya know, if only Niwa would go to Tohma or the police seeing as he
thinks this whole thing has gone too far, a lot of what is to come could have
been prevented.� Oh, well.� Who said criminals/bad guys were smart?� What did you think?� A little short.� I know.�
But other than that, how was it?

Oh!� BTW, my laptop broke so getting my stuff out
will be a chore unless someone had a spare computer they want to give me.� But I will try.� I promise.
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