Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Gravitation characters, because if I did, well this wouldn't be a fanfic would it?

Yuki sighed as yet another rapid fangirl shrieked and loudly proclaimed her love for him. The book signing had gone on for hours now, with no end in sight. He had become almost robotic now, take the book, smirk, scribble his name, smirk, 'listen', smirk again, and hand the book back. It repeated it's self over and over again until something finally brought himself out of his semi coma. Needless to say, it was a girl.

Somehow, she stood out from the others at the signing. While the women had tried to look overly sexy, and would blab on and on in Japanese, not even looking at him, this girl was dressed down in a simple cami and jeans. Instead of nearly shoving the book in his face, she slowly slid it across the table, her manicured and blood red painted nails shining. She then crossed her arms on the table, bent over so that her eyes met his, and in perfect english, murmered:

"I would say something really prosaic, but that would annoy both of us. So, Eiri I'm just going to let you sign the book in peace."

Yuki looked up at her, taken back. Her clear green eyes met his, and she didn't say anything for a moment. Yuki almost feigned like he didn't understand her, but then she casually spoke again.

"Yes, I know you're billengual. Actually, I ran into a few times in New York. And here too. But, you wouldn't remember me."

Yuki stared at her face, searching.

"Baka, as I said, you won't remember me." She cocked her head, her jet black hair moving with her "So don't try."

Yuki was frozen, he couldn't move. The girl looked down at his hand, which was tightly clutching his pen.

"Are you gonna sign or what?"

Yuki slowly wrote his name, and slid the book back over to the girl. Something about her seemed familar. Something about the curve of her hips, the fullness of her lips, her sultry voice, silky hair. But her hands stuck in his memory the most. Those blood red nails seemed to scratch up something inside of him, some weird attraction, and as she slowly picked up her book and turned to leave, he grabbed her wrist.

"Wait." He said

She looked down at her wrist, and placed her other hand on her hip.

"What?"

"Wait for me." He said

She looked down at the skin-on-skin contact, and then smirked.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever."

And without another word, she pulled away from him, and sauntered out of the building.

A few hours later, after all of the rabid fangirls had disappeared, the book signing came to a close, and Yuki was finally able to leave. Outside, standing patiently, was the girl. She didn't even look at him, only down at her perfect nails and then turned them to him.

"Good color, do you think?"

Yuki didn't respond for a moment.

"Who are you?" He finally asked

"Hm." The girl replied, starting to walk "I think, I'd rather have you find out."

Their conversation continued in english, which relieved Yuki, because he was glad that majority of the population wasn't able to hear her next statement.

"You know, you changed so much since Yuki Kitazawa raped you."

His eyes widened.

"You were this poor softy, and then you..." Her eyes unfocused for a moment "Lost yourself."

Yuki paused, and the girl continued to walk, as if not caring whether Yuki followed or not. Yuki stared at her back for a moment, her long hair swaying with every step she took. The air was cool, almost cold, and yet she didn't shiver, only walked as if it was the warmest day of the year. When Yuki finally came to his senses, the girl was nearly out of his eyesight. He took off full speed to catch up with her. When he finally did, he grabbed her arm, and she turned and glared at him, her eyes piercing, Yuki instinctively pulled his arm back.

He wasn't sure what had just happened.

'Why is my heart racing, palms sweating... Why am I afraid?'

She cocked her head at him, and then she slowly reached up and stroaked his face.

"Poor Eiri... or Yuki... Hm... you took his name. How cute."

Yuki didn't like the touch on his skin. Something about it made him want to push her away.

"Who..."

"Shs." She said, placing her other hand on his cheek, bringing their bodies closer than Yuki liked, her eyes looked deep into his. "I think I'll call you Yuki now, I like Yuki better. It means, 'snow' am I right?"

Yuki nodded. Although he had a feeling that even if she'd said 'bright rays of sunshine', he'd have agreed with her.

"Hm. Snow, that... suits you somehow. Beautiful to look at, but painful to touch." She ran her fingers along his chest, and brought her face close to his "But you know Yuki, I like your kind of pain... it's almost..."

And then she kissed him. Yuki's lips didn't move. Didn't even feign interest. He just stood there, eyes open and shocked. She pulled away.

"Satisfying."

And she pulled away, her body heat leaving his.

"I'll find you." She said simply, walking away

Yuki stood there for a long time. He wasn't sure how long, but when he finally came to, the sun was starting to set, and his feet were numb. He shivered with the cold brought on by the night, and walked home. He tried to convince himself that she was just another fangirl. Just one who'd done her homework. That he would never see her again.

But somehow, he knew that wasn't true. He knew her, and those red fingernails meant something to him. And he almost yearned to find out what.

Yuki's eyes closed as Shuichi's kisses traveled across his body. He was letting his pink haired lover kiss away all the stress and weird-ness of the day. He shifted as his lips hit a sensitive spot on his side, and hissed as Shuichi's teeth nibbled the flesh.

Why am I so sensitive there? I never noticed it before...

Suddenly, Shuichi's kisses stopped. Yuki opened his eyes and looked down to find Shuichi fingering the small patch of skin.

"Yuki." He said, looking up at him "Where'd you get this scar?"

What scar?

Yuki pushed his lover away from him, and slid from the bed, traveling to the bathroom and shutting the door. He stood in front of the mirror, and slowly lifting his arm, he inspected his side. And there, he found the most minuet of scars. He wondered why his lover had mentioned it, but then discovered that he himself couldn't place where it had come from, until he got closer. He got closer to the mirror, and ran his finger along the barely inch long scar. It was then he realized that it was about the size, of a fingernail.

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