N/A: From her long awaited 's Neko-chan!

Disclaimer: Gravitation does not belong to me; it is the property of Maki Murakami.

Warning: Adult Language and Situations.

Yuki held Ryuichi up against the wall steadily, staring into the other's sharp blue eyes as he waited for the young man's companion to come back. He tapped his foot watching the seconds tick by on the clock on the wall. He anxiously chewed the inside of his cheek, feeling a burning gaze of the youth beside him.

"What!?" He snapped looking at him irritatedly.

"Why are you helping me?" Ryuichi asked once more.

Yuki refused to answer the question and turned his head aside. He glanced around the room at the stark white surrounding, wincing as the man's fingers dug into his arm.

"Are you going to answer me? Or pretend not to here?"

The businessman was very aware of the presence that shifted and stirred next to him. He, in fact, was made all the more aware that Ryuichi did this to irritate him and to solicit his attention He whipped his head around, eyes peering into Ryu's.

"You're annoying do you know that?"

"And you're not honest—not with yourself anyway." He smiled.

"What's your point?" Yuki leaned in, his face close to the other's.

"IS that all you can do, answer a question with a question? Looks like your subconscious is trying to tell you the real truth."

"Stay out of my head!"

"How about you shut your mouth?!" A female voice snapped. "You're here and you never left; which means Ryuichi's right. Though I can't, for gods knows why, what my Ryu sees in you." Noriko continued as she sighed and yanked the duffle bag from his grasp. "Are you in or out, is what I want to know."

He dismissed this with a snort.

The purple haired woman shot him a frustrated look as she carefully guided Ryu into the van. "Look, just get in. We've got to peel out of here, before the cops catch on." She slid behind the wheel, watching as Yuki nonchalantly made his way into the car. Frankly, this irritated her even more given their dire situation.

"I'm in." He announced, lighting his cigarette.

Noriko threw the van into drive, pulling away from the hospital. She slid a sideways glance at the blond-haired man lounging in the passenger seat. She didn't really trust him; and it worried her even more that Ryu did. If she so much as uttered a word against the man, Ryu would turn against her in a moment's notice, and she couldn't afford for that to happen. The last thing they needed was the top yakuza hit-man going AWOL on them.

"What are your terms?" She asked making a right out of the parking lot.

Yuki took a deep drag and looked her way then glanced at the young man in the back seat.

"I'm not doing this for him, I'll make that clear."

"I knew it."

"I need you guys to help me get something."

The woman harshly turned left, speeding through a red light "And why would I do that?

"I'll make sure both of you a compensated."

Noriko laughed at this.

"Do you think we can be bought off?"

"Maybe….." He looked up. "….Sakuma…"

Ryu looked back at him, his reflection caught in the visor mirror.

Yuki sat in the hospital room staring down at the unconscious youth; a mask of his nose and mouth to aid his breathing. His eyes flicked up at the heart monitor, watching the blip of the life line spike steadily. For some reason, though he wasn't sure, in his heart he felt uneasy. He kneaded his hands, wringing them.

'-huichi…'

At first he thought he heard it in his head.

"Shu-ichi…."

No, he'd definitely heard it right! His head jerked up, his eyes following the man's lips under the mask.

"Shuichi…"

"The night you were hospitalized…..I heard you mutter a name….Shuichi…."

"Shu-chan!?"

"So….you do know him…?"

"Where is he!? Tell me!"

Yuki smirked

He really didn't have any idea where the boy was, but he would use this new bit of knowledge he'd gained to its full advantage. It was obvious from the concern in Ryuichi's eyes that the man was well acquainted with his delightful, delectable Shu-chan. He pulled a seedy smile, erotic thoughts making their ways into his head. His delicious, ivory-skinned Neko-chan….sprawled out on silk, crimson sheets, writhing erotically, his erection twitching between his legs. Yuki licked his lips inwardly at this thought, groaning all at once.

"He's in danger." He said.

"How?" Noriko drilled him.

Yuki ignored this. "I know where he's being kept." He stared into Ryu's eyes. "…you want to save him don't you?"

Ryuichi's eyes turned to Noriko; she could see the pleading look that dwelled within.

Please, Noriko-chan…..

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Tohma answered the phone on the second ring; it was Taki. The yakuza rolled his eyes irately. He'd specifically told the other man to give him three days before attempting to contact him. "

"Yes, Aizawa-san?" He answered in a clipped voice.

He could hear Taki smirking over the phone.

"You sound a bit irritated, Seguichi-san…"

"As I should be…..You're going to blow this for us." He rubbed his temple, feeling a headache starting to surface.

Taki switched the phone to his left ear. "You're stalling." He didn't like to be toyed with in this manner. "You could easily take hold of the whole sector without the old man's permission, but you bide your time like a nervous schoolboy. That isn't going to get you anywhere in this world"

The man had balls, the gangster lord thought. The last thing he needed was some upstart yakuza brat talking down to him as if he were nothing more than a hired piece. He was THE yakuza boss, and the little brat had damned well remembered it. Tohma crossed and uncrossed his legs, banging the heel of his shoe noisily against the side table, rattling the candy dish.

He held back all the pent-up irritation he held inside; resorting to inward mulling .

"I'm simply waiting for the right moment" You moron. "If I rush the procedure, it will become evident to my father and his subordinates that something is wrong." He slowly pulled his gloves off his hands as he said this. "….and I do want to avoid anything that raises the attention of my father." Tohma slapped them down on the table.

"Just so long as you keep up your end of the deal." His voice became dead serious

"Of course." A eerie smile. "Whatever gave you the idea that I wouldn't?"

Taki stood up at this, feeling his rage rise at the mocking tone in the other's voice. There was one thing he didn't care for, and that was being played a fool. He squeezed his left hand into a tight fist, watching the grandfather clock's pendulum swing back and forth.

"Don't fuck with me, Tohma. I don't like being fucked with."

There was a long drawn-out pause.

A small, quiet laugh.

"Hah, hah,hah,, heh, heh…" A sigh. "Let me make this clear, Tachi-kun…If I choose to 'fuck with you' as you so quaintly put it that will be my prerogative." He stood up., his voice becoming frighteningly calm and dark "In fact, if I choose to have your head mounted over my fireplace…I'm capable of doing that too. I'm capable of so much. So don't try to "fuck" me over—do I make myself clear."

The line became silent.

"Am I clear, Aizawa-san?"

"Clear." Taki answered tightly.

"Good….I'll call you when we've moved the plan into the next stage."

Click.

The yakuza stared down at the receiver and slammed it back into place.

"Stupid bastard…." He mumbled, stripping off the rest of his clothing before retreating to his bedroom.

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Maa-kun and Ken pulled up in Ken's Mini Cooper, parking a block away from the target's home. Ken pulled off his shades and let the car idle for a second. "That it?" He asked his partner.

Maa looked at the hand-written address then back up at the posh three story house. "Seems so." He licked his lips then turned to Ken, "When do you want to do this?"

"Boss'd like it sooner the better."

"Yea, but Tachi aint' doin' this, we are."

"Yea, but we also don't want to fuck up."

"I don't 'fuck up'." Maa looked angry at this insinuation.

He got out of the car and slammed the door in a way that would irritate Ken. "Hey!" the other protested predictably. Maa turned to him and snapped, "Shut it! There are things more important than your damn car! Yuki-san needs to be taught a lesson, and we were given the job. Now are you gonna do it or not?!"

Ken pulled a frown in return. "Don't hand me your shit, Maa-kun. I get the job done and you know it!"

"Then don't start pussying out." He pointed in the direction of the house. "His house is that one. I say we take him out at night; when he starts goin' out for his nightly prowl."

The brown haired man smacked the gum in his mouth. "What about sound? It travels—and he's got a crap-load of neighbors."

Maa nodded then smoothed a strand of hair behind his ear.

"We use a silencer." He announced after a moment of thought.

"And the body?" Ken started to blow a large bubble.

"We'll drive in to the city, leave it in the park."

"Plain view?"

"The lake." He motioned to the car. "I've got tools in the back seat….that includes a tarp."

"So we're slicing him up?"

"Easiest way to do it."

"Gloves?"

"Compartment in between the seats."

"Good….last thing I need is blood in my car." Ken grumbled.

"I don't even know why we came in this thing anyway. It's too damn small for a job like this."

A clattered sound came from the house.

Ken and Maa ducked behind the Mini-Cooper, peering over the top. A figure, it appeared to be a woman in what seemed to be a robe was standing on the stoop of the house. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her waist and her long hair was worn down around her shoulders. Ken couldn't see her face from where they were standing.

"She's crying." Maa spoke up silently.

"His wife?" Ken guessed.

"Think so." He wanted for her to retreat back inside the house.

"Shame…" The brunette adjusted his sun glasses. "She's gonna be crying even more once we get the job done." A smile. "What a bitch...."

A/N: WOW! It's been awhile since, I wrote I know I know bad author…..but I was trying to get my degree and I have it now…Bachelor's of Arts Woooo! So I hope you enjoyed….(And Ken was talking about the situation not Ayaka, meaning she herself is not a bitch)