Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation.

I sat down and stared blankly at the screen. That struck me as ironic because the screen matched my stare, as blank as a starless night's sky.

I went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. I took a gulp from it and lit up a cigarette. When I had finished my beer and my cigarette I had felt no different from before.

Something was missing. No. Someone.

"Damn it!. Why can't I stop thinking about you," I asked a smiling face in a picture I had on my desk next to my laptop. Knowing it had no way of answering me I turned away from it and back to my laptop. I started typing out every idea that came in to my head, planing to sort them out later.

After all I had six months which was always plenty of time for me to write out a nice, lengthy novel which would be purchased and read by almost all the women and a good percentage of the men in Japan.

After an hour, two cigarttes, and another can of beer later I wans,t in any better shape then I was before. In fact I was probably in worse shape then before.

I looked at my watch and frowned. There was no way I could go any longer without hearing his voice.

Sure he drives me crazy sometimes but for the most part I needed him. I needed him to be with me right here and right now but he was at a recoding session for a double album.

I made a decision of what I had to do to keep myself from going more insane then I already was. I went to his room and searched his CD rack until I found what I needed to hear. A Bad Luck CD. I carried it to my study and put it in the CD drive of my lap top. I closed my eyes and listened to it. No. I listened to him. I listed to him until I felt myself drift off to sleep.

When I woke up it was to the smell of burning food. I stood up and a blanket around my shoulders fell to the floor.

There was no doubt about it. Shuichi was home. He must of come home in the middle of the night and found me asleep at my computer. I lit a cigarette and walked in to the kitchen were he was franticly trying to put out a fire that was in a pan.

"Good Morning brat," I said as I put the lid on the pan.

"Good morning Yuki" he said with a smile.

"What are you grinning about," I asked him?

"You missed me last night," he said.

"Of course I missed you last night. I miss you most the time when you're gone. I'm so used to you always yelling and screaming that I actually have to listen to one of your CDs to be able to work when you're gone because of I so used to you being here and bothering me," I told him.

"What about that picture of us you have on your desk," he asked me. I was caught there.

"I missed your company. I miss you every time you're gone. I miss you falling asleep, I miss turning off the TV you were watching before you crash on the couch, I miss draping a blanket over you when you're sleeping, and most of all I miss kissing you good night before I go to bed. So yes I miss you when you're gone," I told him.

"I love you too Yuki," he said.

"I didn't say I loved you," I told him.

"Not in the exact words you didn't say it but you meant it," Shuichi said with a smile.

"Yeah I love you and I can't help but miss you when you're gone," I told him.