~ Note: All flames will be donated to Nicolaya's FBSA (The Flaming Bamboo Stick Association for Poor Pyros) ~
Also take notice that this is a fanfiction, where I have decided to bring in my own characters (only two of them). And there will be translations for the Japanese I use at the end of this fic.



Shuichi Shindou shuddered slightly as he walked through the bustling hallways of one of the local hospitals. He didn't like being here. He hated being in a hospital. Even being in a doctor's office gave him the willies. There was something creepy about places like these. The stench of illness, horror and death and blood stained these wall. There was no real scent, of course, but he still didn't trust what they had witnessed.

"Shuichi, do you know what's going on?"


Shuichi turned around as he became re-aware that Hiroshi Nakano, his best friend and fellow member of Bad Luck, was walking behind him. He shook his head and looked to the ground uneasily.

"I'm not sure, exactly... but I think it's about Katsui."

"She was really upset about us performing there, against her wishes," Hiroshi commented quietly. He looked up to the ceiling, arms crossed lightly as he contemplated what might have happened. "It was also stormy out."

"Don't talk like that, Hiro!" Shuichi snapped. He could feel millions of tears rush to his eyes. He then began again, his voice rising quickly, "Koneko-chan's(1) a good person! Bad things like that don't happen to innocent people! Not like that! And besides, we just signed on with NG! We can't lose her now! She was so happy! It's her dream! Our dream! To make Bad Luck reach the top! To be like Nittle Grasper! That's our dream! Nothing bad can happen to her!"

He stopped screeching, quickly becoming aware that almost everyone in the hall and nearby rooms had paused what they were doing to find out what the commotion was. He felt himself blush a deep shade of red and he collapsed to the floor defeatedly. Everyone who had been watching him quickly had gone back to their own business. Hiroshi knelt down and wrapped his strong arms around the very shaken Suichi.

"I shouldn't have lied to her," Shuichi whimpered, leaning his head upon Hiroshi's chest lightly. Hiroshi rubbed his back softly to calm him. Tears freely streamed down his cheeks and soaked into Hiroshi's shirt.

"It's not fair! I don't want anything bad to happen to my Kone-chan! Not now! Not when we're all so close!"

"You know, Shuichi, you've called Kat by three names in ten minutes. You should really pick only one to call her," Hiroshi suggested.

"Huh?" Shuichi looked up, confused.

"Yeah. One cute little nickname for her." Hiroshi stopped his joke when his eyes connected with Shuichi's and he noticed the death glare. "C'mon now, Shuichi. I doubt it's anything too serious. We don't even know if it's Kat, do we? Good things happen to good people, not bad things, right?"

He moved his hands to cup Shuichi's face and leaned closer. Shuichi could feel himself blush once again as Hiroshi's tongue ran up his face, licking his tears away.

"Really now! This is a hospital!" a woman whom was passing by declared loudly. Shuichi blushed a deeper shade but the comment didn't seem to faze Hiroshi.

"You promise that Katsui's okay?" Shuichi asked, sniffling.

Hiroshi gave him a grim smile. It wasn't the most promising gesture.

"We'll see what it is when we get there," Hiroshi said softly.

Neither of them knew for sure what had happened, but they feared for the worst. Only Hiroshi did a better job of hiding it than Shuichi did. Katsui had left the club in a rage.

Because they had lied to her.

"Let's get going and find out what all this is about."

With a small chuckle Hiroshi helped Shuichi to his feet and held the already distraught boy close to his body. Shuichi was so easily excitable it was almost insanity. They didn't know for sure if it really was Katsui laying in a hospital bed. The odds were in favor, though. The storm, her rage, she liked to drive near the cliffs. It would be easy for her to lose control of the car.

"Shindou-senpai!(2)" a high-pitched shriek echoed through the noisy hallway. This time only a few people stopped to find out what was going on. "Shindou-senpai! It's bad! Really, really bad, Shindou-senpai! Shindou-senpai!!"


Shuichi turned around just in time to see a mass of young teen leap at him. Arms wrapped around his neck and the warmth of a body pressed against him were the first things he felt as he watched the girl with wide, shocked eyes. He sighed havily and placed his hands on her shoulders. Her body shuddered and he could hear her sobbing softly.

Hiroshi glanced over Shuichi's shoulder and at the girl. She was fifteen, with blue hair that had been dyed white and pink at the tips; her eyes were a soft lavender. She wore a dark purple top and black jeans with strapped sandals. She also had a few freckles on her cheeks.

Shuichi felt fresh tears rush to his eyes again. She was crying; what ever it was, it had to be bad.

"Hey, Hikaru-chan," Hiroshi called her softly. "Dou shita no?(4)"

"Nakano-san(5)," she whimpered

She sniffled and looking up at them. Suichi moved his arms to wrap them around her waist. She was just like her older sister, especially when it came to looks.

"Onei-chan(6) got into a car accident and they think she might not wake up!" she wailed.

"Nani?!" Suichi gasped, gaping at her.

"A coma?" Hiroshi breathed. He shook his head in disbelief and crossed his arms. "That... That's... A coma?"

Shuichi broke down, holding Hikaru close to him. She was the next best thing to Katsui. Both of them, Hikaru and Shuichi, were crying now. Hiroshi numbly wrapped his arms around them, comforting both.

-- * -- * -- * --

"Honto ni sumimasen. There's nothing we can do for her now," the doctor who had been treating Katsui said softly, shuffling through numerous files. "In order to save her sight in her right eye we had to remove the left. It was a rather bad crash, so she's pretty lucky to come out with nothing more than a large gash on the left side of her face, and to only lose her eye. She could have lost a limb, or worse, her life."

"Nani?!" Shuichi growled. "How could you say that! That's not lucky!"

Hikaru grasped Shuichi's arm, crying once again. Hiroshi stood a few feet from them, leaning against a wall and looking somewhat indifferent. Shuichi tugged himself out of Hikaru's grasp and walked towards Katsui's room.

The doctor sighed and walked away. Hiroshi walked up to Hikaru slowly, and wrapped his arms tightly around her. She seemed to be in a bit of a daze, and didn't really react. She just cried.

-- * -- * -- * --

"Kone-chan!" Shuichi cried as he burst into the room. He looked to the shocked faces of her parents. "Katsui... is... She's..."

Katsui's mother's eyes were red and puffy from crying, and Katsui's father was comforting her. His eyes were watery and bloodshot, but he hadn't been crying.

"How could this happen to her?" her mother asked softly, forcing herself to calm down. "She's always so careful when she's driving."

"Gomen nasai," Shuichi said as he bowed his head. "This is my fault."

"Iie. It's not your fault, Shuichi." Her father helped his wife to her feet and began to lead her away from the bed. "We'll let you say your goodbyes now. It'll be easier."


They stopped, and looked away from him.

"Sumimasen, Shuichi-kun," her mother apologized, walking up to him and placing her hands on his shoulders lightly. "We're taking her to America soon. We've already been told about some doctors there who can be of some service. They said that there's some experimental procedures, and those might help her wake. We have to do all we can."

Shuichi avoided her glance. "But, why...?"

"Shuichi-kun, this is best for her. Think of Katsui," her father explained. Shuichi looked down and nodded. "Now, we'll leave. I'm sure you'd like your privacy."

"Arigatou," Shuichi whispered as they left.

He turned to Katsui's motionless body which lay on the hospital bed. For a moment he just stood there and listened to the steady beat of the heart monitor. After a moment, he decided to walk towards her.

"Kone-chan... Honto ni sumimasen. I shouldn't have lied to you... and now look what happened," he said in a trembling voice. "I don't even know if you can hear me. I wish I could have said I'm sorry before... I wish that this didn't happen. I wish I didn't lie..."

He stopped speaking and placed his hand softly to her cheek.

"But wishing won't change a thing now. Not a thing." His hand began to tremble and tears swelled in his eyes. "Katsui, why you? Why not me? I lied. I broke your trust. I was wrong. You're always good. A good friend, a good musician. A good everything. I don't want to lose you like this... You're one of my best friends."

He leaned over and kissed her forehead softly. A tear slipped from his eye and fell upon her cheek.

"Gomen nasai. Gomen nasai. Gomen nasai. Gomen nasai. Gomen nasai. Gomen nasai. Gomen nasai. Gomen nasai..." he chanted. His legs fell weak beneath him and he collapsed to the floor, sobbing and still chanting. His voice rose slowly, and he began screaming, "GOMEN NASAI, KATSUI! GOMEN NASAI! GOMEN NASAI! GOMEN NASAI! GOMEN NASAI! GOMEN NASAI! GOMEN NASAI! GOMEN NASAI! GOMEN NASAI!"


There's quite a few changes in this fanfic that people definitely will notice (who wouldn't?). Now that you've read it, there's a few things to clarify:

a. Katsui Asakura is completely fictional. She never really existed in the anime, and everything in this fic that involves her was of my own imagination.

b. This is only the prologue, after all. It will involve more stuff later. This part is supposed to take place a year prior to the anime/manga.

c. A quick run through of the idea behind the story: Suichi and Hiroshi grew up with Katsui, they were all best friends and band members of Bad Luck. When they finally get signed on, they have a performance, but for whatever reason, Kat declined. Hiroshi and Suichi decided to perform behind her back. Unfortunately, she showed up and was pretty pissed off at them. She takes off, some time passes, and there they are at the hospital. And, yeah, Suichi feels guilty for lying to her and blames what happened to her on himself.

So I think that covers most of it all. I do accept all sorts of criticism. I promise that the fic will follow the general lines of Gravitation, lots of shonen ai and all that happening in the next parts. And don't start telling me to take it down because I'm prety stubborn and will just keep going. Beyond that, I hope it was somewhat enjoyable. And the people who need any more clarification as to what was going on in my head when I was writing this can email me and ask questions. (kohaku_kurasu@hotmail.com)

And, since some people don't know that much Japanese, here's the translations:

1. "Koneko-chan": Koneko means kitten. "-chan" is a suffix attached to names, used between good friends. And I'm assuming that I don't really need to tell you all that "Kone-chan" is short for that.
2. "Shindou-senpai": "Elder" Used for someone older than you, and is a mentor, but not a teacher.
3. "Nani": "What?"
4. "Dou shita no": "What happened?"
5. "Nakano-san": Used for someone you don't know very well, or to show respect.
6. "Onei-chan": "Big sister" or "Sister" What a younger sibling calls his/her older sister,

- Kurasu