In honor of the long awaited sequel to Gravitation, I will publish my own sequel to Gravitation's What Would Happen
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Shuichi's POV
Sunlight shined brightly through the window as I sat awaiting the infamous return of my lover. He has been distant lately which makes me wonder if I've done something wrong. I don't understand. What could have I possibly done wrong? I've given everything he asked and stopped whining like he said. I don't bother him when he goes to that study. So, what on Earth could be wrong! The unknowing drowns me like a current taking me away from the safety of my home.
I shifted my head and moved carefully away from the sliding glass door, leading out to the balcony. I sighed heavily, listening to the door open and close. I shielded my eyes from the sun rays as I turned towards the noise. Yuki walked in collapsing with a huff on the couch. "What is it?" I asked, not daring to go to the couch just yet.
"A fan gone crazy," he answered, pulling out a cigarette and holding it firmly in-between his lips. He still wore his long black jacket, but I could see the usual black shirt underneath. He hasn't changed since yesterday so it must have been important.
"What's going on?" I walked over to him and sat down on the couch. I caressed his delicate hand ,hoping he would talk to me today.
"This crazy girl claimed that I was the father of her child and tried to push the child on me. The press was swarming when she approached me. They must have been trying to blackmail me."
"Seems likely with how many flings you had," I mumbled, not really intending him to hear me.
"Do you take me for a fool? I would never put myself in that situation. I always wore protection. I despise children." Yuki pushed my hand roughly away standing and moving over to the balcony door.
"Yuki, I didn't mean…"
"Shut up. You don't think it was uncomfortable as it was. I don't need to hear it from you," he growled, emphasizing each syllable.
"Yuki, I'm sorry." I moved quickly over to him. I knew how mad he could get, and I didn't want to be sleeping on the streets again. Not after a year ago. I know that he won't put me in that situation again, but I didn't want to force him to forget my fear that still plagues me.
Yuki threw the abandoned cigarette out the balcony door before twirling me around like a dancer. He slammed my back against the wall, kissing me deeply. His cigarette tainted lips felt soft, but I could feel a slight quiver. I deepen the kiss, placing my hands against his chest and relaxing my body. I wanted to take away that slight fear I can sense through his kiss. He broke away from me and put his head down on shoulder.
"What if the kid was really mine? She had blonde hair almost the same color as mine. I don't know what would come of it." His voice was quiet and shook.
"Yuki. I'd stay with you always."
As if that was a signal relaxing him completely, Yuki pushed me harder against the wall, kissing deeply. His hands skidded under my shirt and up to my nibbles. My breath escaped me, and I could feel my body craving for his. "Yuki," I said breathily. I moaned to his skillful hands, playing with my nerves. He kissed and bit my neck, pushing my shirt down further so he could bite more of my flesh.
Just as his hands traveled further down my skin to my waist, I felt an enormous pressure and weight on me. I smiled to myself as I slid carefully down the wall. The house was quiet except for Yuki's quiet snores and my thoughts whirling around my head. What if he was right? What if this child did belong to him? Would the mother want to marry him? Is our relationship over? I know Yuki wouldn't give me up without a fight, but still. I felt like something terrible was unfolding. The child must have looked a lot like Yuki if it was enough to spook him.
I was about to fall asleep, leaning against the wall, holding the one I loved delicately in my hands when the doorbell rang. Of course Yuki heard nothing, but I couldn't ignore that door. I took my sweater off and placed it under Yuki's head. I fixed the short-sleeve shirt that I wore below the sweater before answering the door. Standing before me was the guard to the apartment building. "This was left for Mr. Eiri Yuki." I looked down at the basket in his hand and almost had a heart attack.
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Well if you read Gravitation EX you might think this is similar but the boy in the book to my knowledge is not Eiri's and he's old enough to walk on his own. LOL what's in the basket. I'm sure you know, but I might trick you. LOL Please review. Thank you for reading!!!!!
Angel Dove