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Disclaimer: I do not own "Gravitation" nor any of the characters.
Note: Before reading this fic, please read the pre-quel, "Cutting Through It All", it'll make more sense. Yuki is OOC, but that is undrestandable if you have read "Cutting Through It All."


Without You I Am Lost
Chapter One


I looked in the mirror for the hundredth time, smoothing my shirt, my pants and trying to relax. But that was impossible. I knew it was. I sighed and ran my hand nervously through my hair. I almost laughed—me nervous. Never in my life had I been nervous and yet now it was all I seemed to be. I couldn’t stop worrying, wondering, asking, questioning everything before me—especially tonight. I reached into my jacket pocket and groaned, I had already smoked my entire pack of cigarettes and I needed one bad—damn, I need twenty!

It just didn’t seem possible that I was being given a second chance. A second chance to fix what I had destroyed with a single, stupid, possessive choice that sent me into denial and harsh treatment towards my pink lover and sent him into depression, starvation and mutilation.

I had prepared myself for a refusal and instead found myself preparing for a date with the one I hurt most. I sighed again, leaning back into my bed. It just didn’t process in my head that I was being given another chance. I was certain I had ruined any chance when I found him bleeding in the corner of my living room—huddling and crying like a frightened child. And I guess he had every right to be, I had beaten him…more than once. I never remembered them, but it was true, I couldn’t deny it. It was just too many times to just be coincidence.

I shook my head, now was not time for those memories. We were starting fresh and I had my chance to prove just how much that baka of mine meant to me… I grabbed my jacket and slid it on, hoping I stunned him senseless when I came to pick him up. I snorted; it seemed so weird to think of me picking him up from his apartment. For two years he had lived with me and now for about six months he had been living on his own. I still hadn’t told him that I sold the apartment and rented a new one…one that was only ten or fifteen minutes from his house. I wanted to be close to him, I wanted to at least still be in his life even if he refused me.



Turning my car on, I listened to the engine purr before I began towards his apartment for our date. Yes, date. I was taking the baka on a real date, something he had been wanting for years and I always refused. Now I was courting him, it was different. I loved him and I’m pretty certain he loves me as well, but I needed to gain his trust again. I don’t know how long that would take…cheating on the one you supposedly love does have that affect I found out. I don’t know why I thought that not telling him meant he didn’t know about it—our relationship was all over the news!

At first I was ashamed of our relationship, I was known as a womanizer, a hot, straight blonde bachelor to the public and yet I was in a relationship with a pop-star singer with pink hair. I loved—love—him, but at the same time I didn’t want anyone to know I wasn’t straight. There was also a small fact that I didn’t want anyone to know about our relationship because it was ours. I didn’t want it out in front of the public, I wanted my lover to be all mine and no one else’s.

Yes, I’m a very possessive bastard aren’t I?

Shuichi is mine and only mine. I shifted gears and sped faster. It wasn’t that I was late or even in a hurry, it was just how I drove…and I was anxious…I wanted to see my baka more than anything. For over a year I had to stay at a distance, just talking to him, not being able to touch him, hold him, kiss him and take him. It had been hard, amazingly hard, to see him every day and know that I couldn’t hold him like I wanted to.

We had agreed, after he was able to, to see each other every day and just talk. I was amazed at how quiet he had become, oh he still talked a lot, but he was less hyper and more mature. I hate to think it was because of me he had changed his attitude to match his real age, but I still loved him.

Damn, I loved him so much that I stayed loyal all year. I still couldn’t believe it’s been a year since I’ve had any kind of sex and that damn baka of mine had me hard almost every time I saw him. Yet I was determined not to mess it up again and so I started with being loyal to him, completely loyal to him even if we weren’t together anymore.



I pulled into the lot and parked my car, stepping out and looking up at the large apartment complex. I leaned against my car and took a minute to calm my nerves; I couldn’t stop wondering if maybe he changed his mind, maybe he didn’t want to go out anymore, what if he already found someone else—damn it! Stop!

I groaned, this was more nerve wrecking than wondering if Shuichi would ever give me another chance. I slicked back my hair and took the elevator to the third floor, walking slowly towards my love’s door: 343. Finally standing in front of it, I took a deep breath and forced myself to knock. I honestly don’t know if I could take this. Maybe it was all a joke, maybe this was revenge for everything I put him through, maybe he decided to go elsewhere, maybe he wasn’t here, maybe he gave me the wrong address, maybe—

The door opened and I looked down at the pink haired, violet eyed man before dressed gorgeously in black. Shuichi. He really was here and he really was giving me another chance…I think I sighed in relief, but I’m not positive.

“Hi Yuki.” He said shyly, his eyes guiltily raking over my body as mine did the same.

I almost frowned, what did he have to be shy about? I’m the one who’s supposed to be uncertain. “Shuichi.” I smiled, finally being able to say that name.

He blushed when I said his name, much to my amusement, and shifted on his feet. “D-do you want to see my apartment?” He asked.

My smile turned soft and I nodded, not trusting my voice. I hadn’t expected him to invite me in…

He stepped back and I had to force myself not to take him in my arms right then and kiss him. God how I wanted to…but I didn’t. I bit down on my tongue and smiled at him, reminding myself he was no longer mine and I had to work up to that privilege. Damn, I never worked up to that privilege before, why should I now?

My eyes kept wandering, taking in his still slight frame, his round face, his light blush, his violet eyes, his oh so kissable lips and of course his cute ass. I bit back a groan as he walked away, waiting for me to follow. I tore my gaze away and looked around his quaint apartment. It wasn’t anything spectacular, a kitchen, a bedroom, a living room and attached dining room and then a bathroom, but it had Shuichi’s touch. Everywhere I looked reminded me of him…from the pictures on the walls to the collection of CDs next to the television. Only he would put CDs next to the television.

“What do you think?” He asked, looking at me expectantly.

Seeing that look in his eyes and how much it meant to him that I approved, I couldn’t refuse him and smiled. “I think it looks like you.” I answered, amazed my regular retort didn’t come out of my mouth. Usually I would just shrug and mutter something incoherent, but that wasn’t me any more. Now I had to think about what I said and how it affected him.

His eyes sparkled at the compliment and he smiled happily. “Really?”

I snorted, “Yes.” I glanced at my watch and then lifted my eyebrows. “Ready?”

I saw him hesitate and bite his lip lightly before nodding and gathering his coat and shoes. “Where are we going?”

Opening the car door for him, I just smirked and closed it behind him. By the time I had sat down and turned the car on, he was already annoyed at me. “You’ll see.”

I had expected him to whine, cry and pout about it, but that was the old Shuichi, the Shuichi he was before I destroyed him. It had taken him a year to build this new persona and he still wasn’t completely healed. Much to my amazement, he just smiled at me and nodded, content with the surprise.

I let him turn on the radio and listen to some songs while he sung along, letting his voice flow through me. I had missed that voice…I never told him I bought every CD he ever made and since he’s returned to the music world, I’ve been to every concert he’s put on, but it wasn’t the same as hearing his voice next to me. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he continued his soft singing, so unlike his former self, and found myself smiling at him. Damn, did I miss that voice!

“Yuki?” He asked, looking up at me curiously. I blinked stupidly before I noticed I was staring at him and even after that just continued to stare at him. “The light’s green…” He whispered, blushing under my gaze.

I looked up at the street light and indeed, it was green. “Good.” I said and tore off down the street again, trying to keep my eyes glued to the road and off his body. I heard him giggle before he picked up the song again and I almost groaned. It was futile. There was no way I couldn’t not stare at him, his voice alone was enough to break my restraint. Looking at his body was enough to break all my restraints, including not ravishing him in the car as we drove.

I practically jumped out of the car when we finally arrived at the restaurant I had chosen. Everything was set up perfectly…except now I was painfully hard and very uncomfortable. It was all that brat’s fault and there’s no way I can hide this…His voice was just so alluring, so lustful even when he didn’t mean it to be. I don’t know how I’m going to remain civil through the entire meal. I let out a sigh and turned to watch my lover’s reaction.



Shuichi opened the door and stepped out, looking down at the small restaurant I was so fond of. Of course, he couldn’t see the restaurant and the look on his face was… less than pleased. I had never taken him here, hell, I’ve never taken anyone here. The little restaurant was not well known, it’s slightly hidden in an alley way that I had accidentally found five or six years ago while walking around. Since then I had come here once a month and never told a soul about it. This place was mine, my little getaway from reality when I needed it. It was so relaxing to come here, there were only about twenty tables, five of which were outside, and it was never crowded.

Oh, the food was excellent, the service was wonderful and the owner ran an honest business, but not many people wanted to walk down an abandoned alleyway to find a small restaurant that was absolutely perfect. This place was…special to me and I only wanted to share it with those who were special to me, like Shuichi. I smiled at him and held out my hand apprehensively.

“Yuki…?” He whispered, gazing down the alley. He looked at my hand and then at my face, reading something I could only hope he approved of. With a curious frown, he took my hand in his and let me lead him towards the restaurant.

“This place…” I began, and then stopped. He probably wouldn’t appreciate what it meant to me, he probably wouldn’t care about some stupid little restaurant I grew fond of. Damn it! This was such a stupid idea…

“What about this place?” A soft voice asked beside me. I turned to look at Shuichi’s soft gaze and then turned away, still uncertain. I mean, it was just a damn little restaurant! Nothing great, nothing wonderful, but to me…to me it was everything. I wanted Shuichi to know that, I wanted him to appreciate it as I did because to me, he was everything. “Yuki?” He asked, stepping in front of me. “What is it?”

“Never mind…it’s stupid.” I muttered and began towards it again, but a light jerk on my hand stopped me.

I looked at him and was surprised to see he was angry. “No, I want to know.”

“Shuichi,” I whispered, softly touching his face, “this place is special. It’s special to me and I wanted…wanted to take you here because you’re special to me.” I finally looked away and added, “I’ve never taken anyone here before…I’ve never told anyone about this place.”

“Really?” He asked in a hushed voice.

I turned back to him and was surprised to see such vivid emotions reflecting in his eyes. Then I smiled, knowing he understood what it meant for me to take him here, and gave his hand a small squeeze. “Really.”

There is another reason I brought him here…something I had never done with him, but had decided I really wanted to, I just hope I’m not pushing it for a first date… I stepped inside and held the door to let Shuichi in, holding my breath. I wanted him to be pleased with what I chose; I wanted his approval so badly I surprised myself and found I was holding my breath.

The dimly lit room glowed with candlelight, each table held its own small kerosene lamp to illuminate the table and customers. The walls were painted in a rustic crème white, giving a more antique look to the restaurant, and the dark green pattern of vines and flower flowed through the room. The light music of a string quartet played in the background and I could see the slow movements of couples dancing on the floor.

I watched as Shuichi gaped at the restaurant around him, looking every which way he could get his beautiful violet eyes on. “This place is…beautiful!” He whispered, turning around to look at me, his eyes so alight with wonder that for a moment he looked like the old Shuichi.

“Yeah, beautiful.” I whispered before I could stop myself and I saw him turn bright red when he saw I wasn’t looking around the restaurant.

“I-I-I…Um, h-hungry?” He stuttered, quickly turning away to hide his blush.

I gave a light laugh and resisted the urge to hug him from behind and just hold him. “Keiji?” I called and the waiter suddenly appeared.

“Eiri! It’s been a while.” The dark haired man said. “I’ve your table…” He paused when he saw Shuichi standing next to Yuki and grinned. “Ah, this is why you’ve asked for another setting.”

I nodded while Shuichi just blushed all the more. I’ve known Keiji since I first came here and we got along respectfully, but he had taken up the name Eiri and refused to call me anything different.

“Well, right this way.” Keiji smiled, leading us through the tables to a more secluded table I had chosen. I wanted some privacy with my Shuichi, some place we could talk and hopefully enjoy each other’s company. I watched as my pink lover slid into the seat closest to him and I took the one across. This is where I usually sat, but I was also usually alone. It gave the perfect seat to watch and not be seen, giving me the privacy I wanted as well as a chance to study those around me.

Shuichi kept staring down at his hands, as if he was uncertain what do to, and I couldn’t help but smile. He was just too cute when he was flustered and how he looked tonight…I might be spending more time in the bathroom than with my date. “Um…Yuki I don’t know what this stuff is.” He finally whispered.

“Neither did I when I first came here.” I answered, trying to sooth his nervousness. “It’s Italian food. Alfredo, Spaghetti, Fettuccini—”

“Yuki! I don’t know what any of that is!” He suddenly cried out, stopping me in mid-sentence. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, trying to calm my nerves. This isn’t what I had wanted.

“I guess this wasn’t such a good idea to bring you here.” I muttered, refusing to look at him. Damn it, I should’ve known he would feel stupid if I brought him here! I am such an idiot! I could’ve banged my head on the table right then for being so inconsiderate, of course…I’ve always been inconsiderate.

“No! No, I didn’t mean that…” He quickly said, but I was already shaking my head.

“No, you’re right. I wasn’t thinking, look; we’ll just leave now and go somewhere else, okay?” I began to stand up, trying desperately to hide my disappointment and failing miserably. I was so used to showing how I felt this past year my stoic mask was slipping easily.

Shuichi bit his lip and shook his head. “I…I want to stay here.”

“You’re uncomfortable here—”

“And you’re not!” He snapped, surprising me. “Tell me something, why did you bring me here?”

I frowned, didn’t I already answer this? “Because it’s special to me…”

“When I first saw where we were I thought you brought me here because you didn’t want anyone to see us.” He whispered, “But then you told me just how important this place is to you and I want to stay.”

“Are you certain?” I asked, but inside I was jumping for joy. I really did want to stay here, I wanted him to enjoy this and treasure it like I did. He nodded and I slid back into my seat. “I’m glad.” I answered seriously, picking my menu back up and scanning the different foods. “Well, I can say that the Alfredo Chicken is excellent and so is the Spaghetti. Alfredo Chicken is grilled chicken over noodles in a white sauce, Shu-chan, and Spaghetti is noodles in a tomato sauce with beef. They are both very good.”

The frown on his lips made him irresistibly cute as I looked at him from over my menu and I couldn’t help but smirk. He was just too cute when he was thinking hard or heard something he didn’t completely understand. “W-what are you going to get?” He finally asked, just as I expected him to.

I smiled and sat down my menu, “Keiji!” I called and the dark haired man appeared from around the corner. “Order everything.”

“Everything?” Keiji gaped.

“Not large portions, but we want to try everything.” I repeated, leaving no alternative.

“H-hai.” He said and quickly retreated to the kitchen to report his order. I grinned and turned to Shuichi who was now staring openly at me in shock.

“What?”

“You just ordered everything on the menu so I could try it?” He whispered, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Why not? I’m rich, I’ve got enough money to spend it on anything I want, buy anything I want and give it to anyone I want so why not on you?” I asked.

He began tearing up and I couldn’t help but frown, concern already welling up within me. What did I do? Why’s he crying now? I hate it when he cries! It makes me feel so guilty and I can’t take it. Damn it, why is he crying? “Oh Yuki! I can’t believe you’d do that for me!”

All my concern was washed away and replaced with annoyance and fondness. The damn baka just made me panic because he was happy. “Baka…” I whispered, rolling my eyes.

“Eiri-san, the cook says you’re meals will be out soon, but please be patient since you have just ordered everything.” Keiji said, setting down six types of wine as well as four or five different mixed drinks. “Enjoy…and expect a large bill.” He winked before disappearing again.



I waited a couple minutes, idly chatting with Shuichi about random things…I can’t really remember, I was too busy looking at his body. Damn, it’s hot. Even hotter in black against his dark pink hair…it’s a miracle I didn’t start salivating all over the table. I couldn’t help but notice how his fingers interlocked and unlocked as he talked, how his lips quirked in a small smile and how his eyes glowed in the candlelight, such a vibrant violet that I had never seen before. I just listened and smiled, taking in how his lashes fluttered when he blinked and how his tongue flicked out to lick his lips every couple seconds, how his hair followed his every movement when he would suddenly look to his left or tilt his head and how the light illuminated his lightly tanned skin. He looked absolutely gorgeous.

I finally stood up, much to his surprise, and grinned while he just stared up at me confused. I suddenly bowed at the waist, one arm resting against my abs while my other arm swept outwards, and asked, “May I have this dance?” I stood back up, holding out my hand and waited, praying he would accept.

He gaped…again. “You want to dance with me? With them?”

“With them? I want to dance with you, I could care less about them.” I snorted, slightly becoming afraid he was going to say no. Damn it! I am not afraid, not afraid, not afraid, not afraid. I’m afraid. I never knew a date could be this stressful. Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!

He hesitantly took my hand, apparently still in shock that I want to dance with him in front of everyone else. Well, fuck everyone else. I slowly led him towards the dance floor, smiling brightly, and let him decide how he wanted to dance. He licked his lips again, I think it’s a nervous habit of his, and wrapped his arms around my neck. I followed suit, placing mine around his waist and began to sway with him, my eyes only on him. The light blush on his cheeks made him all the more adorable and I had to fight the urge to kiss him with almost every step we took. I just wanted to ravage his mouth right there on the dance floor, then press him against the nearest wall and let him feel what he was doing to me before—Stop, stop, stop!

I took a deep breath and tried to keep my mind out of the gutter and away from how his fingers tickled my neck and how sexy he’d look with the first three buttons undone, showing his hairless chest and light skin, damn…I’m getting hard again and he’s pressed against me. I could feel his breath on my neck, his eyes still locked on mine, still searching for something I couldn’t see. I still wonder how I was with him, on a date, slow dancing with him as if it were normal. All odds were against this, there was no reasonable explanation for me being here with him, but I didn’t question it, I just went with it. If it meant I could have my pink haired baka back, I won’t question it one bit.

I tightened my hold around him, bringing him closer to me for the first time in a year. I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent, drinking in his warmth and finding a peace that I only ever felt around him. His head fell to rest on my chest and I somehow ended up with my head resting on his, both of us tightening our holds on each other. I wanted to tell him so bad right then, just how much I loved him, how much I’ve missed him, how sorry I am, how stupid I am and how much I want to have him back with me, but it wasn’t the time. This was our first date; our first real date and I wanted to do things correctly this time, no matter how hard it was. So I just held him, rocking back and forth with him in my arms as I’ve yearned to do for so long now, and was content.



Eventually we exited the dance floor, our fingers intertwined now, and sat down next to each other in the booth than across from each other. I smiled when I saw how big his eyes got when he saw all the food before him, all the different dishes so unfamiliar to him. He just stared, trying to decide where to start first and which to leave for last, and finally smelled one curiously.

I chuckled and picked up a fork, “Here, try that one.” I whispered to him, pointing at the fettuccini next to him.

Shuichi just nodded and finally picked up a noodle, turning it about every which way before finally popping it into his mouth. He hesitantly chewed on it and I felt my heart swell when his eyes lit up and he looked at me with such pleasure. “Yuki! This is great!” He said happily, going on to try the next dish.

“I told you.” I smiled, slowly eating the dish in front of me. I think it was some kind of shrimp noodle dish, maybe Shrimp Alfredo, but I cannot really remember, I was too enthralled with how Shuichi jumped from each dish, trying a piece of each one before starting over again. “Having trouble deciding?” I finally asked when he was on his eighth round.

He gave me a sheepish smile and nodded. “They’re all so good!”

“Take your time.” I said and pushed my dish towards him, “You haven’t tried this one yet.” I said while taking another one from the center of the table.

His eyes raked over the meal as if it was me he was looking at…I think I just insulted myself. I’m getting replaced by a dish of Alfredo Surprise! I can feel my self esteem dropping ten notches as we speak. Wonderful. He finally picked up a piece of… something and carefully licked it…damn. He’s torturing me, watching his tongue flick out to taste that white sauce made my cock twitch and I shifted in my seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. He finally ate the piece of whatever and he smiled up at me, a little white sauce trailing down the corner of his mouth. I groaned, suppressing my sudden need to lick the sauce trail off his face, and grabbed a napkin, dabbing it off his cute face.

“Sorry.” He smiled before returning to his meal. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he did that on purpose…I spaced out as I watched him eat, trying to think of anything other than how erotic it was watching him eat and how much attention my cock needed at the moment. He must’ve devoured half of every plate before him and almost every mixed drink in front of him, which Keiji kept supplying him with.

I think he finally noticed my gaze because he suddenly turned red and began fiddling with his hands again. I was smiling, I could feel it on my lips, as I watched him, he was just too cute, so amusing and so lovable. Yet the moment was ruined with something very cold dropping into my lap. I gasped at the frigid drink soaking my pants and touching my now very sensitive cock. I jumped up, letting the cup fall to the ground and wiped off the ice. “Fuck!” I almost yelled. “You baka!”

“Yuki! I’m so sorry!” Shuichi said, standing up to help dry my pants, but I batted his hands away quickly before he could feel my hard on.

“No, no, I’m fine Shu, don’t worry about it okay?” I asked, sitting down again once I was less wet. Great, now I was hard and looked like I already came in my pants, this night was definitely everything other than what I had expected.

Shuichi didn’t eat anymore after that, he just sat there with his head bowed and his eyes hidden. I thought for a moment he was crying, but there were no tears on his face when he finally looked up, yet he still looked upset. I finally called for the check when it was obvious Shuichi didn’t want anything else, and then led my little baka out and back to the car.

He almost acted like himself when he got in the car, pulling his knees up onto the seat and wrapping his hands around them, but he refused to speak with me. The ride back to his apartment was more than just quiet, it was disturbingly quiet. I even tried to start a conversation with him, but he just shook his head and continued to stare at the ground.



We finally arrived at his apartment and I was getting very irritated with his sudden change in mood. I got out of the car and walked to his side, he still hadn’t moved, and opened the door, staring down at him. He looked up at me and I felt a pang of guilt, they were like before, so dull…so dead. “Shu…what’s wrong?” I whispered, leaning on the car door. Now what had I done wrong?

“I’m sorry Yuki.” He said, looking back down at his feet.

What the hell? Was he going to say he didn’t enjoy tonight, that it wasn’t going to work so we might as well not try?

“I didn’t mean to ruin everything…”

My heart began beating again. I chuckled and drew him out of the car and into my arms. “Shu…you didn’t ruin anything.”

“But I argued with you, made a fool of myself and ended up being so clumsy I spilled some kind of drink all over you!” He retorted, burying his face into my chest.

“And if you did that on every date, I’d still want you.” I whispered, tightening my grip on him. “I had fun tonight, I want to take you out on another date…if you’ll let me.”

I let my arms loosen as he pulled back to look up at me and gave a sigh. The moonlight reflected off his eyes and hair in such a way that he looked angelic, almost glowing. “Really?”

I had to smile at that, “Really.” I leaned down and kissed his forehead, stopping myself before I kissed his lips as well, and drew him once more into a tight hug, trying to pour all my emotions into it. I loved how he felt in my arms, his lithe frame molded perfectly to mine, and I could only pray that this would not be the last time I held him like that.



I don’t know how long we stood there, just holding each other in the parking lot, but when we finally move apart, Shuichi was more collected and I think some of my own fears were soothed. He reached up and touched my face lightly, studying me with his eyes again, and I just had to wonder what it was he was looking for and what he saw.

“Thank you Yuki.” He whispered, “I…” I held my breath, usually when someone said ‘thank you’ it meant, ‘thanks, but…’ and I don’t think I could take not having my pink baka beside me again. I thought I could, that it’d be enough to just be in his life, but after this night…I knew it was no longer a possibility. I loved him, I wanted him with me, and I don’t think I could settle for less, but if he wanted me gone, then I’d leave him. I know I don’t deserve another chance and maybe Shuichi was seeing that now.

I laid a finger on his lips. “You don’t have to say anything right now.” Please, don’t say anything right now, I prayed, I don’t think I could take it at that moment.

He shook his head and smiled, “I had fun tonight as well Yuki and I wouldn’t mind a second date.”

I stared at him in complete shock, he enjoyed it, he liked it and he wanted to go on another date. He wanted to spend time with me again, wanted me next to him just like I wanted him next to me. I think I just nodded, still not comprehending that he wanted to go on another date, but I was taken by complete surprise when he stood on his tippy toes and kissed my cheek. He blushed prettily and then disappeared inside the elevator.

I just watched the elevator rise up to the third floor and then his shadow walk towards his door. He paused before finally opening the door, walking in and then closing it. I continued to look at his door before a smile, a genuine smile, appeared on my lips. I slid into my car and let my head drop back, letting out a content sigh as I took a minute to recollect myself.

“Love you Shu-chan.” I whispered to no one before turning on my car. Another date, another chance to prove just how much the pink haired baka meant to me and another day with him beside me. I left the parking lot and headed back towards my own apartment, ideas for a second date already running through my mind. Shifting in my seat I let out an uncomfortable groan, before I did any planning, I had to take care of a little problem that baka left me with.

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Reviews from Cutting Through It All:

I wanted to thank everyone again for reviewing and I do hope this story is up to par with my first one. I do have one note for weeeee. I do not mind criticism, actually I encourage it, so I do not mind yours in any way and I can understand that you thought my last story had no plot, it was more a collection of thoughts and just a way of showing Shuichi's downfall than an actual plot. The characters of course would be OOC in this, but I thought they were understandable reasons. Also in the first chapter I said how Yuki was better, they were getting somewhere and suddenly he reverted back to his old self.

I would like to know though how the characters actions seem unjustified and forced so I have Shuichi cut himself more. I am curious to know, truly I am, because as the author I will of course miss such things. I have had people not like my story and I do not mind it at all, but your review has left me a bit...in the dark.

Thank you again, to everyone.
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