Hello! This is my first Fan fiction posted on FFN. I'm extremely excited and I hope that you enjoy it and review it. Please keep the flames low if for some reason you don't like it. I'm allergic to fire.

This is rated M for some language and some lemony scenes. But don't worry; there will be a full lemon in the upcoming chapters. o!

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Gravitation or the characters in this fic. Maki Murakami, Goddess of Shounen-ai does. (huddles in corner shouting"Curse you Maki!")

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The Confession

It is 8:00, as I stumble through the door; my hand covers my eyes, obscuring any light because of my migraine. Expecting to get knocked over by my damn brat, I lower my hand, and slowly open my eyes.

I slowly walk into the living room, careful not to trip on anything, and wince at the harsh light emanating from the TV.

There he is, lying on the couch, the TV remote in his hand and mouth wide open as he sleeps soundly. I can't help but stare at his angelic face, like a child's, shadowed by his shinning pink hair. I stand and stare for a while, hoping he will notice my presence, but he doesn't. Instead, his lips move, whispering something inaudible. I can only guess at what that word is, and it makes my migraine that much worse.

I slowly pry the remote from his hand, careful not to wake him, and turn the TV off. I walk to the kitchen and wince slightly as the light is turned on. I'm surprised to see that it looks the same as it did when I left it this morning. That would mean that Shuichi hasn't left the couch since he came home. I'm glad he's asleep, if he were awake; my headache would probably get worse. I need some time to think and in order to do that, I need some quiet. I hope when he wakes up, he doesn't remember to ask me where I was. I don't know if I could handle telling him.

I sit down quietly, listening to the water boil. Every sound seems to hit me like a freight train. I rest my head on my hands, trying to relieve some of the pain. It doesn't work.

Every time, this happens. Every time…….when I come back from that place, from him, that blond haired prince with sparkling emerald green eyes……….my head starts to swim. One look and I drown. It's like I become a different person when I'm alone with him. He takes advantage of that.

I become lost in my thoughts and forget to turn off the boiling water before I hear that high pitched whistle. "Damn it", I curse out loud. I scramble from my seat to turn it off, hoping that the noise doesn't wake up my brat. I quickly check the living room to see if he woke up. "Shit…" I whisper as he get up and stretches, before turning to see me. We lock eyes and I know that he won't let me sleep anytime soon……

"Yuki…when did you get home?" He pauses for a second and yawns. "Hmm…….What time is it?" I scoff at him and sit down next to him. "I'm sorry I fell asleep, Yuki, but I was just so tired when I got home and the couch looked so comfortable. Where were you? I…." I get up and head to my teapot, pouring some of the hot liquid into my cup. "Uh…Yuki... Is something wrong?" I place my cup down and stare at him.

"Must you talk so loud? My head is about to split, and your constant talking isn't helping." I turn around, away from him. I can't see his face but I can imagine he has his head hanging and that cute pout on. I wait for him to say something, but nothing comes.

I sigh quietly, a little disappointed that he isn't going any further into the conversation. I reach out for my coffee cup, and gasp as I feel two arms snake around my waist. "Shuichi…what are you..."

"Yuki… I know… there's something wrong……..you're acting….different….something happened…."

I feel a tear run down my cheek. Damn it. I'm not supposed to cry, but his words…..they go right through me. He has no idea that he's the one being hurt, yet he try's to comfort me. I can feel him nuzzle his head into my back as he continues speaking his healing words.

"I…know you don't like to talk to me….when you're sad or angry about something…….but I can help you, Yuki. You know I'll listen to you, take in every single word you say………You can tell me anything."

I place my hands on top of his and gently remove them from my waist. Slowly, I turn around to look at my pink haired lover. I'm not surprised to see a look of concern and fear when I look into his bright, wide, purple eyes. I didn't wipe away the tears that are staining my face. I want to come clean to him. I want to tell him what happened, but…I don't want to lose him.

"Yuki...are you?"

"I'm so sorry, Shuichi…." I pull him in close to me and kiss him softly on those pale pink lips. Another tear falls down my face, but his hand is there to brush it away. I try to pull away but he continues kissing me, pushing his tongue pass my lips and into my mouth. His hand moves down my back, slowly wrapping around my waist. He continues kissing me, and gently pushes me to the cold tile of the kitchen floor.

In the back of my mind, I scream to myself to stop this, but I don't listen. I should stop…he needs to know…how I'm hurting him…but, he wants this…I can feel it in the passion of his kisses…it's turning me on…and I can't stop it.

I've never apologized to anyone, for any reason. I don't know how. All I know is that I don't want him to leave me, and…I want him to be happy…and this is the only way I know how to make him happy…and feel loved.

My arms wrap around his lithe body, crushing him against me. His head bends down and I capture his lips in a searing kiss, leaving us both breathless and hungry for more. I stop to stare at his beautiful, deep violet orbs. Those eyes tell everything. They show absolute lust, with a hint of uncertainty.

I'm starting to feel a little sick to my stomach…

I continue kissing him, slowly slipping my toungue past his bruised lips to taste him. My hand slips under his shirt, caressing his back. We continue kissing as I flip our bodies over, so that I'm on top of him. I straddle his hips and grind him hard. I can feel his passion digging into my thigh.

"Mmm...Oh, Yuki!"

I continue to grind him as I start to unbutton his shirt. I kiss his smooth, tanned skin, with every button undone. Soon his shirt is off and I find a small, pink nipple. I lick it and tease it lightly with my teeth. As soon as it is hard, I move on to the next one. I hear his soft moans and they fuel me on. I can feel his small hands burying into my hair, pushing me closer to his chest.

"Yuki…please…"

He is pushing my head down, trying to get me to pay attention to his passion. I continue to place heated kisses on his chest, moving slowly down to his abdomen. I stop moving when my lips brush against something cold…the button to his pants.

I place my fingers on the waistband of his jeans. With a steady hand I unbutton his pants and unzip them. I hear a soft gasp come from his beautiful mouth as I slip his pants off his body. I look up to give my pink haired lover a sly grin before I go any further when…I stop.

His face is flushed…bright pink cheeks… eyes misty and dark…he looks just like…

An image pops in to my mind. Blonde hair…flushed cheeks…moaning from beautiful pink, bruised lips…immediately, I place my hand over my mouth. My stomach hurts so bad…a stabbing pain…something's rising in my throat and I get up quick and run to he bathroom.

I run into the bathroom, not caring about the door, and collide with the white porcelain bowl. The contents of my stomach gush out into the water. I gag and spit; trying to get the vile taste out of my mouth….but I taste something else…

A metallic taste…

I get up off the cold tile floor of my bathroom, and look into my mirror. I'm shocked at what I see. I turn and look at the contents of the toilet, and conclude that I'm not seeing things. The water is red…and there is blood on my hands and lips.

I turn on the faucet and wash my hands and mouth. I turn to see Shuichi standing outside the doorway, looking at me with wide fearful eyes. He hasn't seen the red water, yet he knows something is wrong. I can't tell him…what's making me feel this way…

He looks like he wants to say something, but I don't want him to confront me……..his face looks blurry… I'm stumbling as my legs give out. I can feel all my energy flow from me as I see a hand outstretched to me, surrounded in darkness…

AN: Soooo……..How did you like it? I made my sister read it, and she thought it was good but, like all the other Authors/Authoresses on this website, I would like you to give me some feedback or constructive criticism. It seems that it helps to feed my muse. Don't let it starve, for I m poor and can't afford it much food. It is Flame intolerant.