Shiori-inu-kawaiipet: ack godamnit hello everyone was sup? I be here with my friend Mei and she's about to introduce yall to this brand spanking new story so go head so Mei whatcha got?

Mei: You know exactly what I got you wrote the bloody plot. You just couldn't find the motivation to write it so its all up to me . WOOT. I'm gunna end up Fucking this up -.-

Shiori-inu-kawaiipet- pretty much but that's where I step in so if you need help you bloody prat then just let me know and I shall come and OHMIGOD DID I UST SAY BLOODY PRAT? ahhhh Harry Potter stories swimming in my eyes -gets the swirly eyes and falls to the ground-

Mei:-Snickers- That's wicked. But anyway on with the fluff induce psychotically insane story.

Shiori-inu-kawaiipet- -gets back up- looks like I'm doing the disclaimer cause im more creative of the two -gets nudged in the side- oww -clears my throat- disclaimer- we do not own gravitation...because...if we did...-blinks-yukishuichihirotoumasuguruumr.kryuichitatsuhaandanyotherthatimayhaveforgottentomentionwouldbefuckingnonstop24/7andeveryonewouldapproveofitbecausethey'resohot...but since we DON'T own gravitation we're just going to settle ourselves with taking the characters and twisting them up into our own little fantasy plot world. We're making no money, probably going to get no credit, and want no recognition. Enjoy this story and to future flamers suck something and hard...you'll need the practice come later ja ne

Mei:-continues to laugh her ass of in the back ground.-

Warning: This story DOES NOT follow the original story line of Gravitation in anyway. It's just an idea I thought up and thought would go well with these characters. Some of the things that happen in this fic, are probably things you would think the characters would never do. Although at some point I think that at least the idea was there. The characters themselves just didn't act on it. Touma bashing, and plots twists.

Touma walked into his office, his calm composure adding to the deadliness that seemed to lurk around him. Touma was NOT in a good mood, as evident in everything he did. Walking over to his desk, he picked up the phone and dialed the first number that came to his mind. He was through with waiting.

"I'm calling in a favor," He said into the phone, as a smile spread a cross his face. He waited a moment, as the other end was silent.

"Who?" The person on the other line asked smoothly.

"Shindou, Shuichi, the lead singer of Bad Luck. Money is not a problem." Touma's voice was like ice as he talked into the receiver. He dropped the phone on the hook before the other side could even reply. He would get what was his. No one, not even his best singer would take what belonged to Touma Seguchi. It just wasn't allowed.

Touma's smile turned deadly as he turned around, watching Tokyo through the window, the only thing that separated him from the real world. The game had begun, and he was already in the lead. He stood for a moment before turning to leave. And I'll do anything to get want I want. I'm through with waiting…was his last thought.

Shuichi walked the street with Hiro behind him as they continued on their way. The two band members of Bad Luck had just left from a Nittle Grasper concert.

"I don't care if they're our rivals. Ryuichi-sama is still my god!" Shuichi said as he continued to dance around Hiro, his mood as happy as it could be after just getting out of the concert.

"Yeah, I know what you mean, Shuichi. It is nice to just enjoy a concert instead of being the one putting it on." Hiro said as the two came to a stop. This is where they took their leave.

"Bye Hiro!" Shuichi called as he continued to go straight, to Yuki and his home. While Hiro turned taking his own way home. The entire concert was awesome but it was getting late.

"Bye Shu!" Hiro called back as he continued to walk down his way. Shuichi continued to walk rather ecstatic. Nothing could go wrong now. Yuki was at home and he just got back from the greatest concert ever!

Shuichi smiled to his eyes as he continued to bounce down the street. Nothing could go wrong-

Until now…

Shuichi yelped as someone ran smack dab into him as they turned the corner. He landed right on his back, his head bashing against the concrete as he tried to look up at the person who ran into him.

"Is this him?" The man with a gravely voice asked as Shuichi saw two blurs join the first one. He could only hear grumbling as his vision completely blacked out. This was just great!

Yuki grumbled, where the hell was the little brat? He had only gone to a concert and that was more then, what, ten hours ago? The author cursed as he stood, going for the phone. Why was it that no matter how hard he tried, he could never let the brat be off his mind for more the a few minutes? Forget the hours.

"Touma, have you seen the brat?" Yuki had spat into the phone when Touma's happy-go-lucky voice could be heard on the other side. Yuki waited in the silence as Touma began to answer.

"Why no, I haven't, Eiri. I had presumed he was at the Nittle Grasper concert. Maybe he and Hiro went some where afterwards," Touma suggested, as Yuki slammed the phone down. Grumbling, as he picked it up again, dialing Hiro's number.

"Have you seen the squirt?" Eiri asked as soon as Hiro picked up the phone.

"Hi, Yuki-san, and no I haven't. I haven't seen him since we left the concert…seven hours ago," Hiro had replied, after he had seemingly checked the time.

"Why, is he missing?" Hiro asked, a little apprehensive. Yuki hung up on the boy. Cursing, he grabbed his cigarettes and his keys, storming out of the house. This always happened. He would always get worked up over the stupidest things. The brat was probably just out with someone else and forgot to call.

"Damned brat goes missing, why do I have to find him?" Yuki complained to himself as he continued to race down the streets. Now, where could the brat be? There wasn't many places he could be, were there?

First things first, Yuki went straight to the NG building, storming through the hallways. Throwing doors open, shouting through the halls and ending up empty handed. If he wasn't at home, Shuichi was always here, unless he said other wise. Yuki could feel his stomach twist as the thought finally struck him.

Shuichi was gone…………

The blond slowed his pace as he started to walk out of the building. In front of him could see Touma's back, as the man walked out of the building silently in front of him. Yuki's eyes narrowed. What was Seguchi up to? The man never walked around in pure daylight, or alone for that matter. He always had one of his pets with him. Eiri sneered at the idea. It was sickening. That man, even if he was married to his sister, was twisted. His smile, by Eiri's personal experience, knew that it put his own glare to shame. He followed the man outside, waiting in his car for Touma to leave as he followed. Where would the manipulative bastard take him?

"The hell?" Yuki had cursed, as Touma lead him to a part of Tokyo he didn't even recognize. The buildings were shrouded in darkness. He could tell just by looking around, that this was not a place he wanted to be familiar with.

The windows and entrances to buildings were covered in boards and metal gates. Trash and broken objects littered the streets. He followed Seguchi, the musician leading him deeper into the streets as the sun completely disappeared the surroundings darkness becoming even darker almost unnaturally dark.

Yuki slowed down as he watched Touma's car come to a stop, parking in front of a rather torn down building that seemed to still be in use. Even if that use was not the most legal of things. Yuki watched as Touma locked his car and walked into the darkness, seeming out of place in his surroundings.

Yuki waited in his car, before following after him slowly. He could hear a muffled sound the closer he came to where he assumed Touma was, but of all he could hear said man.

"You'll find your money is in order. Now leave. If I see you again, you're as good as dead," He said. There was silence afterwards, until there was a muffled sound of someone moving. All the while, you could hear some one whimpering in pain.

"Shuichi…" Yuki whispered, his eyes widening slightly.

Yuki could hear the sound of movement getting closer. He pushed him self against the way, the people walking right past him. He was about to move, when he heard Touma speak.

"No one takes what is mine, Shindou-san, and Eiri is mine. I'll do what I have to, to get you away from him. If you ever talk to Eiri again you'll regret it more then you do this day. Stay out of my way!" He hissed, and you could hear Shuichi yelp as the man kicked him.

"Touma! I am going to murder you!" Yuki yelled as he walked from the shadows. Touma's features dropping for only a moment as he saw his brother-in-law. He smiled his deathly sweet smile.

"Hello, Eiri," He said sweetly. The author snarled.

"Where's Shuichi?" Yuki spat going straight to the point. He did not have time to play. Touma's features became grim. Yuki could feel his stomach twist from the look but didn't back down.

"Where is he, Touma?" The novelist said as he walked towards Touma. The other blond didn't say a thing as Yuki continued to walk towards him. He was hoping to hide the body in pain that was not too far behind him.

"Don't lie to me, Touma. It seemed you were talking to him a couple of minutes ago," Yuki spat, his eyes becoming dangerous as he continued to stare at Touma, images of Yuki Kitazawa flashing through his vision. Touma had been reminding Eiri of someone he knew as of late and when he finally made the connection, his eyes widened in shock.

"What did you do?" He whispered in anger, his terror only emphasizing his emotions, as the anger grew. Touma smiled, his eyes sparkling. In seconds, Yuki was holding him by his collar, Touma's feet dangling above the ground.

"What the fuck did you do to Shuichi, Touma?" Yuki hissed.

"Yu-ki…" Shuichi whimpered. Yuki dropped Touma at the shock of hearing Shuichi so broken. He aimlessly walked past Touma to stand by Shuichi, who was on the floor bleeding. His eye black and blue, his jaw swollen, and his body was littered with cuts and scraps. Parts of his clothes were soaked in blood. Yuki looked at the young singer in horror, and then his gazed turn to anger that was directed at Touma. He charged after the blond wearing the bowler hat, his fist connecting with Touma's jaw, sending the man struggling back as he lost his footing.

"What did you do, Touma?" Yuki asked, his body shaking in barely repressed anger. The other blond didn't answer. He merely stood there, a sick smile occupying his face.

"Leave, Touma," He said, "before I do something that'll make you regret this, you cold hearted bastard." Touma snickered.

"I thought that title belonged to you, Eiri. Or have you forgotten how you treated Shuichi in the first place? I'm sick of this. He's taking what's mine. Then, when the idiot does something right, you're hurt," Touma hissed, as he turned in anger, leaving Yuki with Shuichi in the dark cold room. Yuki stood silent for some time, Shuichi behind him.

"Yuki?" The pink haired boy called, causing Yuki to snap from his haze. The author walked over to Shuichi, picking him up carefully. Shuichi hid in his chest as Yuki began to leave the building.

"Shuichi, are you okay?" Yuki asked, a rare moment of kindness showing, as he held Shuichi to him. The boy smiled up at him, his happiness shining through his pain.

"I will be, Yuki. I will be," Shuichi said, snuggling into the author's chest, smiling happily.

"Dumb brat," Yuki mumbled, smiling down at the zoning out Shuichi, as he carried him to the car. He sat him in the back seat so the pink hair singer could sleep. Getting in the car as well, Yuki drove them home. His anger towards Touma was forgotten for the moment, as he found solace in the fact that Shuichi was still alive. The car ride had been everything but eventful, as Shuichi snored lightly in the back, moaning in pain when he turned over.

Every time he made a pained noise, Yuki would think of the many different things he could do to turn Touma's life into a living hell. Parking the car in front of his home, he pulled out his cell phone, dialing his older sister's number as he carried Shuichi from the car into his apartment.

"Mika, it's Eiri," He said, when his sister answered the phone.

"Nice to hear from you, little brother, what do I owe to such an occasion?" She replied half heartily.

"Mika, Touma had Shuichi gang raped," Yuki said, his anger very evident, not only through his voice, but also through the loud bang as he kicked his door shut. Mika went silent on the other end, her anger also boiling.

"He did what!" She shouted. Yuki smiled. Mika would handle this for now.

"Night sis," He said, hanging up. He walked into the bathroom with Shuichi in his arms, holding the boy with one arm. He used the other to turn the bath water on; making sure it was lukewarm before taking Shuichi's clothes off and placing him in the water. Yuki soaked a rag in the warm water.

Trailing it over Shuichi's body, he began getting lost in the feeling. He traced cuts, dumping water on them, watching as the blood on them cleared. As the rag was being pulled over his skin, small shudders racked Shuichi's body. To Eiri it was hypnotizing. Yuki continued to clean Shuichi off, as his anger continued to rise silently.

"He's here, and he's alive," Eiri told himself, as he brushed Shuichi's hair out of his face. Yuki drained the bloodstained water, before picking little Shuichi up in a giant bath towel and carrying him to their room. He laid him gently on the bed, his small battered form only causing his anger to reach new limits.

Yuki didn't think it was possible to be this angry with someone. He leaned over, brushing Shuichi's hair out of his face again, as he sat down with his laptop. Yuki was too angry to sleep, and he didn't want to wake

Shuichi if he turned too much. Then again, he couldn't exactly pay attention to what he was doing as Shuichi moaned in pain on the bed…

Mei: I hope five pages is enough for now.

Shiori: It freaking better be better be.

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