Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ This I Promise You ❯ We Belong Together ( Chapter 12 )

This I Promise You

Prequel to: Because of You

Written by: Chocho

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation

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: Oh, god! This cannot be happening to me! Eiri, help me! Where are you? Oh, god, please! What do you want with me?! Why are you doing this to me?...Because I love, you. We are meant to be together.

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 12: We Belong Together

 

 

The blackness gradually faded, the fog slowly began to lift. Shuichi groaned as, bit by bit. As he started to wake, he became aware of a dull pounding that echoed through his head. Sitting up, Shuichi immediately doubled over and squeezed his head with his hands, hissing as pain shot through his head in agonizing waves. Opening his eyes, he slammed them shut with a groan as the room spun and swayed. He hissed as a rather painful jolt zipped through his head. Groaning, he hugged an arm around his stomach as the intense pain in his head began to make him nauseous and dropped back onto the bed, curling into a tight ball.

 

Shuichi took deep breathes, trying to calm himself through the pain and nausea. Gradually, he felt back into a dreamless stupor.

 

The figure hidden in the shadows slowly got to its feet. He walked to the side of the bed and studied the younger man with a worried expression. What was wrong with his Shu-han? Had that bastard lover of his done something to him? His clenched his hands tightly, gritting his teeth in anger. He was going to take care of the womanizing writer if it was the last thing he ever did.

 

*

 

Darkness. Silence. Utterly and complete. It surrounded Shuichi, encompassed and engulfed him.

 

A sea of nothingness entrenched him. It is like walking into a windowless room blindfolded. It was so dark he could not see his hand in front of his face.

 

Then there was the silence. It was just as thick, just as heavy and suffocating. There were no birds chirping, no locust buzzing, no creaking boards or settling foundations. He could hear none of the traffic that should be on the other side of the wall or hear the conversations of people floating up from the street. The only sound was the buzzing in his ears the silence caused.

 

The hair on the back of his neck and on his arms stood on end as he suddenly and inexplicably felt as if he was no longer alone.

 

His heart raced, pounding painfully in his chest, making it difficult to catch his breath. The silence is drowned by his sudden wheezing that sounds louder than it really was in the unnatural silence. Shuichi placed his hand on his rapidly rising and falling chest, trying to catch his breath.

 

Shuichi licked his lips, swallowing. His mouth has gone inexplicably dry.

 

From out of the darkness came two ghostly pale hands. Shuichi's eyes widened in fright, swallowed a startled scream. Scrambling backwards as the floating hands slowly traveled towards him, he felt the soft mattress underneath him vanish. With a startled yelp, he fell with a hard thud to the floor. Hissing in pain, he sat up and rubbed his tailbone.

 

He froze as a soft creak broke the silence of the darkness. His heart still beating a rapid tattoo against his ribcage, he scrambled backwards frantically. Suddenly he felt something solid and smooth rub against his back. He gasped in disbelief as he felt behind him blindly. A wall! No! This is not happening! Inching his way along the barrier, pressing himself into it as if it would somehow swallow him and spit him out to safety somewhere where this...this...creep would never find him!

 

“St-stay away from me,” he screamed, tears streaming down his face.

 

This was just like his dream, the nightmare that has haunted his sleep for the past month and he knew how it ended, but he refused to let it. He just got married! He wanted a family! And Hiro! He still had to make things right between them. He still had to apologize for yelling at him! He was only twenty-seven years old! Why could he not live a normal life like everybody else? Was that too much to ask?

 

He sobbed loudly, his cries echoing in the black nothingness. His wails grew as he found himself suddenly trapped in a corner, literally. He could hear the soft creaks as whatever was trapped in the darkness with him crept towards him, ever so slowly, prolonging and stretching out his fear and panic. He knew he had to get away. There was no telling what this psycho would do to him, but he could not move. His fear trapped him there like a deer caught in the headlights. Why was this happening? Why? His whole body was trembling. He shook his head, crying in earnest. He slid to the floor and huddled into a tiny ball, pressing himself against the walls trying futilely one last time to get away.

 

“Eiri!” he screams at the top of his lungs. “Help me!”

 

“I'm sorry, Shu-han,” whispered a voice in his ear. “But your `lover' is not here. It's just you and me.”

 

With a terrified scream, Shuichi scrambled blindly away from the voice.

 

“Shu-han,” chuckled the voice. “I won't hurt you, you know that! I'm here to help you! I want to save you!”

 

Shuichi hissed in pain as he smacked into something hard. Rubbing his throbbing head, he spit, “I don't need your help! I don't need you to save me! I don't want anything from you, Yasashii!” He reached out blindly and felt the slick, smooth surface of another wall. Cursing, tears of pain and fear racing down his face, Shuichi sat with his back pressed against the wall, trying to search the darkness for his captor.

 

“That's because that damn perverted womanizer has poisoned your mind! Why can't you see that?” he pleaded.

 

“Fuck you! That `perverted womanizer' is my husband! I love him and he loves me!”

 

“What about me, Shu-han?” Yasashii asked in a gentle voice. “Don't my feelings count for anything?”

 

Shuichi ignored the question and tumbled to his feet, keeping his hands against the wall. Slowly, he began sliding himself along the wall, hoping to find a door, or something. He had to get out of here! He had to find Eiri!

 

“I know everything about you, Shu-han! Shindou Shuichi. Born April 16. You're blood type is AB and you love strawberry pocky. When you were eighteen, you got signed to NG.”

 

“Shut up! That doesn't mean anything! Anybody with a few yen could find all that out! What makes you so special?”

 

“I love you, that's why!”

 

Shuichi laughed. “Kidnapping me and holding me against my will is love?”

 

“I'm trying to help you! Yuki-san has poisoned your mind against our love!”

 

“You're crazy!”

 

“Only about you, my love.”

 

Shuichi growled out in frustration. Trying to talk reason to this guy was trying to talk to a brick wall. He was even more determined to get out. There was no telling what this guy had planned. But first, he had to know one thing. “What did you do to my guards?”

 

“Don't worry. I took care of them.”

 

“'Took care of them'?” A resurgence of fear raced through him. “What did you do? You better not have harmed them!”

 

“Shu-han, they were keeping us apart! It was all a big conspiracy, ya see? We belong together!”

 

Shuichi laughed through his tears. “Abducting me and killing my guards will certainly make me fall for you,” he said sarcastically. “How did you do it? They're trained not to leave their posts no matter what.”

 

Yasashii shrugged, not having moved from his spot on the other side of the room. “I have my ways.”

 

“Tell me!”

 

“I have a man inside, NG. Did you know that?”

 

“What?” Shuichi could not believe what he was hearing.

 

“Yup. You see, I had my friend grab Seguchi-san's cell phone.”

 

Shuichi gasped. So, that's what happened to it? It had seemed a little weird for Tohma to lose his cellphone. That man could find a needle in a typhoon.

 

“Then, I sent them a message telling them I, excuse me, that Seguchi needed to speak with them. When they were distracted, I snuck up behind them and put them out of our misery.”

 

“I don't believe you,” Shuichi whispered.

 

“Believe what you want, Shu-han. For you are mine.”

 

“Never!”

 

“Oh, you will be, my love, “ he promised. “You will be.”

 

*

 

A traffic jam! Eiri swore someone out there was laughing at him, mocking him.

 

“Kuso,” he spit, slamming a hand against the steering wheel. “Goddamn mother fucking son of a...”

 

Why was Fate playing with him? Did it not know that he had to get home and save his baka from a lunatic? Gritting his teeth in fury, he looked for an alternative route out of this mess. A sudden ringing caused Eiri to jump out of his skin in surprise.

 

“Shit,” he hissed, a hand over his racing heart.

 

He glanced at his cellphone on the seat besides him as it continued to ring. Eiri glanced out the windshield as the sea of cars parted. Ignoring the phone, he jumped out of line and raced through the opening. A squeal of brakes and an insistent blaring of horns echoed after him. Eiri ignored it all and blasted through the intersection, flooring it.

 

“I'm coming, Shu-chan,” he whispered. “Hold on!”

 

*

 

Tohma flipped the phone closed with a silent curse.

 

“Traffic jam up ahead, sir,” said the driver.

 

“Go around! Get us to Shindou-san yesterday!”

 

“Yes, sir,” the driver replied calmly.

 

With Tohma in the car were the members of Bad Luck and Niwa-san. Each one had the same thought. Let us get there in time!

 

*

 

A shiver raced down Shuichi's spine. “You wish.”

 

“No, I know.” Yasashii slowly started making his way across the room. This was his territory and unlike his soon to be lover, he knew his way around his bedroom. He knew where everything was, even in the dark.

 

Shuichi had had fanatic fans before, people who could not tell reality from fantasy, but they had been nothing like this guy. Yasashii took the cake. “You're crazy.”

 

“I'm doing all this for us, Shu-han, for our future!” Yasashii pleaded.

 

“We don't have a future!” Shuichi froze as the texture of the wall changed. His heart beating in excitement, he frisked the wall and found a straight crack between the wall and the raised, smoother textured surface. He realized he found the door. His pulse sped. Blindly, he searched for the door handle. When his abdomen rammed into a round object sticking out of the door, he knew he had found it. Tears of joy ran down his face. “We could have been friends, Yasashii,” he told the man truthfully. “Everyone thought you were a nice guy and would not hurt a fly!”

 

“I am and I wouldn't!”

 

“Ha!” Sniffing, Shuichi turned the door knob and to his relief, it opened.

 

Yasashii froze, terror overcoming him. “What're you doing, Shu-han?”

 

“Leaving!” He flung open the door and ran blindly out of the room.

 

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