Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ This I Promise You ❯ Am I paranoid? Or Is It A Promise Of Something Sinister? ( Chapter 1 )

This I Promise You

Prequel to: Because of You

Written by: Chocho

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Story summary: Everybody assured him Rinjin Yasashii was just another obsessed fan with a crush and that there was nothing to worry about. Little did they know how wrong they all were.

Chapter summary: I know what's going on. I know what kind of man he is. He's after me. I know he is, but nobody will believe me. They think I'm just paranoid. Maybe I am, but…

Warnings: M-preg, explicit sex, language, violence, angst

Key: [Blah] or Blah blah blah: flashback/dream

BLAH or Blah: stressed words

*: change in POV or time

 

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Chapter 1: Am I paranoid? Or Is It A Promise Of Something Sinister?

 

 

Paranoid.

 

They told me I should not worry about it, that he was probably just another “obsessed fan”. I was not so sure about that, but they reminded me that in the decade I have been in the music business, I have had countless overly obsessed fans.

 

I hate to admit, but they are right. Some have even been downright clinically insane. I had been chased, mulled and stalked in almost every way, shape and form from everyone from fanatical groupies, conservative traditionalists, angry parents who think I am “corrupting” their young children, to the most obvious people: the damn media. I have seen my share of scandals. I even have several restraint orders against said people. You name it. I have been through it.

 

So, yeah, I could see their point. I mean, this guy has done nothing even the most remotely threatening. I have not received phone calls, nor have I got gotten any letters or packages. He has not been cornering me, begging and threatening me to go out with him. No, this guy was the perfect gentleman, a very good friend and neighbor.

 

Did I say “neighbor”? Oh, yeah. This guy whom everyone was telling me I had nothing to worry about lives right down the hall from the apartment I share with my long time boyfriend Uesugi Eiri.

 

Rinjin Yasashii was aptly named. He was the gentle neighbor. He never made any noise, never had his television or radio on too high. He never had any parties that got too loud and out of control. If any of his neighbors got too loud and rowdy, or bothered him in any way, he would very kindly ask them to please keep it down. He was the ideal person to have as a neighbor but that was my main problem. He was too perfect.

 

Why then, do you ask am I being paranoid of a man that was seemingly the ideal person to live next door? I have absolutely no idea to tell you the truth, but from the moment I stared into his midnight blue eyes and shook that warm, silkily soft hand when he moved in our building a month ago, the guy has just plain given me with creeps.

 

Stupid, right? Probably, but I cannot help it! This Rinjin guy always just happens to be wherever I am.

 

“What a coincidence,” he would laugh huskily.

 

Uh, huh. Yeah, right. If you believe that, I have a bridge to sell you.

 

Rinjin-san just happened to score tickets to every concert and appearance Bad Luck did? He just happened to have backstage passes to all of our concerts? He just happened to leave and return from work at exactly the same time I did every single day? Even when I overslept or had to go into the studio early? Or when I got home late?

 

“Come on, Shu,” Nakano Hiroshi, my best friend told me when I spoke to him about my creepy neighbor, “don't be so paranoid. I think you're reading too much into this.”

 

“But Hiro…”

 

“Maybe the guy has the hot's for you or something and is just afraid of saying anything.” He shrugged. “Anyway, the guy hasn't done anything, right?”

 

“Well, yeah, but…”

 

“Coincidence, Shu-chan,” Eiri told me when I spoke to me.

 

Coincidence? Bull-fucking-shit.

 

Rinjin Yasashii-san made my skin crawl. He gave me the heebie-jeebies. Every time I came within three meters of the guy, I have a panic attack. My mouth dries. I cannot breathe and I start sweating buckets. For the life of me, I cannot explain why I always become like this around this guy! He really is nice and kind and gentle. He is a good friend, but…If I were a woman they would call it woman's intuition, right? Well, my intuition is telling me he is up to no good and it is only a matter of time before the shit hits the fan, but until then, I am trying to heed the advice from Hiro and Eiri. I am trying to make myself believe that this “gentle neighbor” meant me no harm and that I was only being paranoid but I was soon to find out just how right I was…