Hey guys! Long time no see! So i'm back, with another Gravitation story. I haven't done one for this fandom in quite sometime.

All of you who are reading and waiting for my AkuRoku story update. DON'T WORRY. I know its amost been a year, but I've finally started the next chapter and its looking good! So I haven't given up on it!

Anyway, I do not own Gravitation, just my ideals.

So read and Enjoy.

Oh and to clear things up: 0-0-0 means a scene change!

It was dark, too dark. I could feel the pain, the fright, the anguish build up in my chest. It hurt; it hurt so much it was almost suffocating.

I reached out in front of me to keep myself from running into things. My hand collided with a wall, now all I needed to do was find the exit.

I took slow, painful steps toward what I presumed was the exit to the hell I was in. “Where do you think you are going?”A cold malicious voice asked sending chills down my spine.

I quickened my pace not wanting to run and trip, but my efforts were in vain.

I felt something collide with my stomach, sending my falling to the ground.

I clutched my stomach tightly trying to take in a breath.

“Who said you could leave?”

I tried to plead with my attacker, but it didn’t work. It kicked me hard in the ribs; I coughed squeezing my eyes shut. Something inside me was telling me that tonight was my end.

I chocked back the tears, knowing that they would just piss it off even more.

“Are you crying again?” It said, venom dripping from every word.

I curled myself into a ball knowing what was going to happen. I could practically feel its foot pull back as he got ready to plunge it into my side…

I sat up quickly, taking in sharp breaths. It was just another dream, another sick twisted dream.

I used the sleeve to my pajamas to wipe the sweat from my face.

It had been happening for awhile now. I would wake up drenched in sweat because of my horrid dreams. I’m not sure why I keep having them, but I do.

I looked over at the digital clock on my night stand. Ten to six, I still had an hour to sleep. I took in a deep breath and pushed the blankets off of me, I decided to go into work early today.

My name is Shuuichi Shindou, I’m twenty five with unruly pink hair, large amethyst eyes, a small frame, pale skin, and no memory of before my twenty fourth birthday.

My best friend Hiroshi Nakano, and the guitarist of my band, tells me that I was in a coma for awhile and that I must have forgotten something’s…a lot of things.

Do you know how frustrating it is to lose your memories? I had to re-memorize my own songs, I have to listen to my friends and band mates talking about things that I am supposed to remember, but don’t. I meet people every day who are hurt because I can’t remember them when I should.

Ever since I woke up almost two years ago, I’ve been troubled with all these tedious acts. And on top of it all two months ago, I’ve been having these weird dreams and flash backs, and they’re not very pretty!

I took in deep breaths trying to steady my still fast beating heart. I hate mornings like this, they always seem to drain all the energy away from me.

I turned on the shower and stepped in. It didn’t even occur to me that the water was freezing, and that the water felt as if it was stabbing into my skin.

I was having another flash back, I knew I was. Images of golden hair and golden eyes flashed in my mind along with the stabbing pain in my chest.

I was standing in a dark room again, but this time there was a little light. The person I was staring at was illuminated by the light of the computer screen.

I must have said a name, because the person looked over at me. I could see the sine of his golden blonde hair, and the lamination of his eyes, but his face…it was dark.

I can’t hear anything, but for some reason I know he said my name.

He shook his head and looked back at the computer. I could feel my heart break as I slowly turned away to retreat out of the room.

I took in another deep breath, shaking my head I snapped out of the flash back.

That’s always how the flash backs are, they usually have same golden hair and golden eyes. I knew them very well as if they were apart of myself, my being, but I don’t know whom they belong to.

I got out of the shower, wrapping my shivering body up in a nice warm fluffy towel.

I rubbed my arms trying to warm them up as I walked back to my room. I was pretty sure that my band mates were going to be surprised to see me on time, none the less early.

The one thing Hiro said that hasn’t changed is the fact I’m always late to work.

0-0-0

“Good morning Shuuichi.”

I looked up from the note book I used to write lyrics in. “Good morning K.”

“You’re early again; this has been a common occurrence lately.”

I sighed leaning back in my chair, “I’ve been having some trouble sleeping lately…”

“Do you have any idea why?” Mr. K asked sitting next to me.

“I supposed it’s due to all the weird dreams I’ve been having…”

“Dreams huh? What kind of dreams?”

“Weird ones;” I took a piece of pocky out of the box. “Most of them have something to do with me getting beaten.

K visibly flinched; all of my friends do when I bring up certain things. I guess it has something to do with my past, not that I would know or anything.

“Do you know who is beating you?”

I bit off a piece of my pocky stick and sighed. “I don’t know; I’m always in a pitch black room.”

The door to the band room opened and K looked over pretty quickly. “AH! Hiroshi, Fujisaki!”

“Good morning Mr. K;” they greeted.

I sighed and finished off my pocky; “so what are we doing today?”

“We actually have a meeting with Tohma, Nittle Grasper, and a famous lyricist, about the upcoming conjoined CD.”

K, Hiro, and Fujisaki shared a knowing glance. It was moments like these that I wish I had all my memories back.

0-0-0

(Normal P.O.V)

“It’s been two years now Eiri-san, aren’t you even the slightest bit nervous?”

“Of course I am, but all the therapy and rehab has helped me.”

“There are some things you should know Eiri.” Tohma said sitting down next to Yuki on the couch in his office.

“Like what Seguchi?”

He took in a deep breath; “Things have changed, people have changed, Shindou-san is not the same as you remember.”

“That doesn’t surprise me Seguichi; I didn’t expect him to be the same, nobody ever stays the same…especially after what he’s been through…”

“Yeah but, I mean…” Tohma sighed, having been interrupted by a knock on the door. “I guess you’ll just have to find out during the meeting.”

0-0-0

(Back to shu’s p.o.v)

I was nervous, extremely nervous. Because out of all my memories of the past, loving Nittle Grasper is one of the few I remember. So I couldn’t help but feel nervous at the thought of being in the same room as my idol, Sakuma Ryuichi.

“Come along Shuuichi, Tohma won’t wait forever!” K yelled at me from the door.

I nodded and took in a deep breath, “alright, let’s go.”

Hiro and Fujisaki nodded and fallowed K into the office; it took me a few seconds, but I soon fallowed my band mates in as well.

“Thank you for joining us.”

I put on my best grin and looked over at Tohma; “Sorry Seguchi-San.”

He shook his head and motioned for all of us to sit on the opposite couch.

I sat down with Hiro and Fujisaki on either side of me, and K next to Hiro.

Nervously I shifted in my seat; the tension in the room was thick, so thick I could have cut it with a knife.

“So about the upcoming Bad Luck and Nittle Grasper conjoined CD. I was thinking that we needed a lyricist for the songs the two bands will be creating together. Because if we let our two vocalists work on it together, the songs will never be written.”

Mr. K nodded already for-seeing the headaches and what not.

Seguchi and K started to talk about things that didn’t particularly interest me. So I took this opportunity to look around Seguchi’s office.

All of Nittle Grasper was in the room, which I expected of course. But it was the tall blonde man in the corner that interested me. “Seguchi-san is that the lyricist?” I pointed at him.

Seguchi looked back at to whom I was pointing at. “Ah yes, Yuki come here please.”

The man turned around and stared straight at me with his piercing golden eyes.

They were intense, eating at my very soul. They were familiar, but yet unknown. His eyes, they brought back pain, lots and lots of pain.

I gripped my head in anguish, trying to push back the flash backs.

“Shu, are you ok?” Hiro asked gripping my shoulder.

“I’m fine Hiro…I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You don’t seem so fine.”

Despite all the pain I managed to look up at Hiro; “I’m…fine.”

I looked over to the man with golden eyes then nothing; I blacked out.

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