Guess what? I don't own Gravitation!

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Shuichi Shindou could not wait to get off the plane. The flight to America had been bad enough, knowing that he wouldn't be back in Japan with Yuki for nearly six months. Now, he was only hours away form his lover's arms and it was driving him absolutely crazy. He kept getting up and walking up and down the aisle until Hiro final grabbed him and pulled him back into his seat.

"Shuichi!" he hissed, trying his best to be discreet. "We are rock stars. We are flying first class. Enjoy the seats before you get fired for being the most annoying person ever."

Shuichi glowered at his friend and said nothing.

"I know you're antsy, but you're not going to make the plane fly faster. Okay?"

"Okay," he muttered sulkily.

Hiro glanced over at K who was stretched out two seats away on the other side of Suguru and taking full advantage of the first class arrangement.

"K-san!" he whispered.

"Huh?" said K who had been asleep. "What is it? Is Shindou-kun trying to jump out the plane?"

"Practically," Hiro replied. "Tell me you heard back from Yuki and he's meeting us at the airport."

"No, I haven't," K said in a hushed voice so Shuichi wouldn't hear. "He knows when we're getting back though, so hopefully he'll be there." He looked worried.

"Would you guys shut up?" groaned Suguru as he woke up.

"We could switch seats," said Hiro testily, "and you could sit next to Shuichi."

"Uh," said Suguru and he fumbled for his ipod to turn up the volume and drown out K and Hiro's whispered discussion.

"Shuichi's gunna flip if he's not there," Hiro said.

"I know, but I'm sure Eiri knows that I'll shoot him if he doesn't show," said K with a smile as he reached for his gun holster.

"K! You did not get those on the plane did you?"

K pulled back his jacket to reveal the empty holsters.

"Checked 'em."

"Wake me up when you can see Tokyo," said Hiro with a sigh as he nestled into his seat.

"Hiro?" said Shuichi.

"What?" he asked coldly without opening his eyes.

"Do you think Yuki will meet us at the airport?" The worry that was bordering on fear in his voice was enough to make Hiro open his eyes and sit up.

"I'm sure he'll come," he assured his friend. "He loves you right?"

"Yeah," said Shuichi with no confidence what so ever in his voice. "But I've been gone for so long."

"The tour was a huge success. He'll be proud of you. Anyway, it's not like he hasn't flown off to America. At least you told him you were going."

"Don't talk about Yuki like that!" cried Shuichi. "He had to go!"

"So did you," said Hiro in an end-of-discussion sort of voice.

Shuichi sighed and went back to staring glumly out of the window at the blankness that surrounded the plane. Hiro went back to sleep. It seemed like only a few minutes later that Shuichi was poking him awake.

"What, Shuichi?" he demanded.

"Look," said the pink-haired singer, pointing out of the window.

Hiro leaned around him and saw the brilliant lights of Tokyo after nightfall.

"At last," he sighed. It was good to be home.