Title: Late!
Author: Naatz
Rating: G.
Disclaimer: Gravitation is really not mine.
Summary:
(one-shot) "If he focused really hard on his ears and the clock, he
imagined he could hear it ticking: 'Yu-ki', 'Yu-ki', 'Yu-ki'." Yuki's
late. Shuichi flips.
Author's notes: This is originally my
audition for Shuichi, for an RPG. I liked what I got so much, that
after getting to RP as Shuichi, I changed a little and decided to post
it as a fic.
At quarter to seven, Shuichi entered home and raced towards the fridge to drink some water. He had thought he won't make it back home in time, but no, the limit was seven and it was only quarter to seven. He was safe. Fifteen minutes are a long time. He turned on the television, but was too busy fidgeting with excitement to focus on anything. At five to seven, he turned it off. Five minutes passed. No one went through the door.
He twiddled his thumbs. Minutes passed. He shook his legs. More minutes passed. At some point, he simply crossed his arms, stilled his body, and glared stubbornly at the clock on the wall. The living room, where he sat, was completely silent around him. If he focused really hard on his ears and the clock, he imagined he could hear it ticking: 'Yu-ki', 'Yu-ki', 'Yu-ki'.
Yuki had said he'll be home by seven. It was seven fifteen, as the clock so painfully and stubbornly reminded him. Of course, Shuichi didn't have to look at the clock constantly . . . vigilantly . . . but he did. Shuichi could've just used the same glare on the blaring TV if it was turned on, or turn on the radio instead -- to let some of the oppressive silence out.
But NOOOOOOOOO. Shuichi stared at the clock, because the clock so obviously lied. There was no way it was seven twenty now, because Yuki still hasn't come home. Maybe . . . maybe, if the clock really was right . . . did something really bad happen to Yuki?
Before he even completed the thought, Shuichi sprang towards the door, only a second later remembering to sprint towards his keys, and shot out of Yuki's apartment. Yukiyukiyukiyukiyuki, if something happened to Yuki, Shuichi didn't know how he could go on living.
The trip downstairs made him even more nervous than he originally was. Flashes of possible scenarios passed within his mind: Yuki in a bloody hip on the road. Yuki, flat because of tires passing on him, lying on the road. Yuki, trampled by female fans, on the same road as the other images' -- the road he always took home.
He was so shocked to see Yuki's car in the garage. Okay. So Yuki, apparently, was alive. And he made it home with his car, which meant, no dead Yuki on the road. Which, in Shuichi's head, translated to 'good'.
Butbutbutbut!! Where was Yuki? Because if the car was in the garage, and Yuki was usually inside the car on his way home, and Yuki's not at home, where's Yuki? Yuki, kidnapped by fangirls. Yuki, kidnapped by his editor and being bitched to about his latest deadline. Yuki, kidnapped by Tatsuha to br convinced to talk to Mika and arrange a meeting with Tohma and Nittle Grasper.
However, such were not the cases. When Shuichi finally thought to circle the car because of the light trail of smoke that came from the place, he almost bumped headfirst into Yuki, who looked at him with puzzlement, and then guilt, holding the offending cigarette in his hand.
"Yuki!!!" Shuichi yelled. "You know you're not supposed to smoke anymore! The doctor said so!" He's not going to chance having his Yuki dead, especially not after not losing him to those horrid flashes that could've been!