Disclaimer : I do not own Gravitation and its characters. They belong to Maki Murakami.

It was midnight in the city of New York and the streets were mostly devoid of people. Twinkling little stars were scattered throughout the dark blue sky, shining down on the one building that was still full of life, illuminating the black sign pasted on the building, on which neon letters radiated colourful light, spelling out the ominous words, 'Angel's Death'.

The silence of the night was broken by the sound of screeching tires on the cold, hard road. What little people who dared to roam the streets at the witching hour turned and stared as a handsome man clad entirely in black got out of a Silver Mercedes.

Curious pairs of eyes watched as the mysterious stranger entered the only building with life. Shocked gazes rested on him as the usually fierce bouncer bowed to the black haired man, who gave a short nod back and entered the luminous building without resistance.

Loud, catchy music played inside the club. Disco balls made of glimmering silver metal splashed lights of every colour that existed all over floors made of the finest marble, turning the place into a exotic fairyland of dancing colours. Couples laughed happily as they twirled around on the dance floor, shaking their bodies and tossing their heads to the exciting beat of the music.

A tinkling noise turned several gazes to the entrance of the club. The sight of a tall raven haired man with shades covering his eyes caused gasps and whispers to erupt among the people in the club; "Why is he here?","Does he have another mission for us?", "He scares me..."

Ignoring the attention on him, the man made his way over to the bar, his footsteps as silent as the shadows of alleyways. He sat down on a barstool, leaning forward a little and placing a calloused hand on his cheek, "Bartender."

The man behind the counter jumped, eying him nervously,"Y-Yes Boss?"

"Give me the strongest drink that you have." The man saluted at the command and went about obeying his superior.

The black haired man waited impatiently for his drink. He sighed as he felt all the apprehensive gazes on him, muttering, "They're all afraid of me now..."

"Here, Boss," Said person snapped out of his thoughts as a bottle was placed in front of him. "The strongest we have; Burning Devil."

His boss nodded, "Thanks." He stared at the blue liquid dotted with red for a moment before shrugging and began drowning himself in his sorrow. He finished the drink in a few minutes. Deciding he liked the taste of it, he ordered a few more bottles. He was well onto his fourth bottle when he was rudely interrupted by a certain loud friend.

"Hey Shade!" The man choked on his drink as a large hand clamped down on his shoulder. He began coughing violently. "Whoa, you alright?"

Shade whirled around, glaring at the person who had interrupted him from getting wasted. He hissed. "I was, until you came along, Jeffrey."

Jeffrey merely grinned. He had on a white T-shirt and a leather jacket. He wore tight black jeans with silver chains dangling from their hoops and a belt with a gold letter 'J' inscribed onto it. Earrings in the shape of lightning bolts dangled from his ears, and his flaming red hair flared wildly from under his black hat. Golden eyes shone with mirth at his friend.

"Sorry man, didn't mean to!" His companion shrugged, "Just wanted to make sure my best friend didn't wallow too deeply in his despair, you know? What's up with you anyway? You're so...gloomy."

"As if you don't know," Shade scoffed. He put down his drink, a hand reaching out to remove the sunglasses from his face, "Why aren't you scared of me like the rest of them anyway?"

Jeffrey blinked as black eyes stared at him intently. He then noticed all the frightened glances directed at the black haired man. He frowned for a moment, as if pondering something, before replying, "'Cause you're my best friend, I could never fear you." The red haired man answered simply.

"Besides," he continued, smiling, "You're a good person, Shade, and I know you would have never done that to the poor guy without a good reason." The words of Shade's recent victim came to his mind and he smiled with a touch of sadness. "You really love that singer, huh?"

"Yeah..." Shade murmured dazedly, lowering his gaze to the countertop as he immersed himself in his thoughts. "And I thought I had gotten him out of my life. If only that damn man hadn't said anything..."

The black haired man sighed. "It's been five years, five long years, and I still miss him. I still love him. I still haven't forgotten about him." He chuckled. "Kind of hard to when I've had so many wet dreams about him recently." An image of a happily smiling brunette with shining blue eyes flashed in his mind. He frowned, before sighing. "I miss you so much, Ryuichi..."

"Shade? Are you okay?" The black haired man looked up to find gold eyes full of concern staring at him worriedly. Jeffrey frowned. "You can tell me anything, you know. I'm your best friend, right? I'll help you with whatever problems you're having."

Shade stared at Jeffrey for a moment, feeling slightly woozy. "Yeah." "I doubt you could help me get the love of my life, Jeff-"His eyes widened as a realization came to him. "Wait. Maybe he can. After all, Jeffrey's the person we go to when we want someone..." Shade smiled. "Yeah, he's perfect."

"Jeffrey," The red haired man stared at him expectantly. "I have a mission for you."

Jeffrey's eyes narrowed at the word, 'mission'. He straightened his posture. Narrowed serious gold eyes connected with equally serious black orbs. "A mission?"

Shade nodded, "Yes," he replied, delirious, "Make Ryuichi Sakuma mine. By any means possible."

Jeffrey blinked at his best friend's words, "Ryuichi Sakuma? The singer?" A nod. He grinned. "Well, that's easy. I just have to make him yours, right?"

Shade nodded, a slightly giddy smile on his face. "That's right." He got up from his seat, shoving his hands in his pockets as he strolled to the door, ignoring the many pairs of eyes which followed him. "Do not fail me, Jeffrey."

The red haired man grinned brightly, "I'll do my best Boss!"

"I'll see you soon Ryuichi and you'll be mine." Shade smiled dazedly amidst his drunken thoughts. "After nine long years of loving you, you'll finally be mine..."