In the Rain
A Gravitation Fanfic
By: StarSweeper
Email: Starsweeper1221@yahoo.com
Pairing: Yuki and Shuichi....at least we hope that is how it will end ~_^
Summery: A little angst and a little sapp and Romance. But what
would happen if Shuichi came home and found another man with Yuki? When he
runs out to figure out his feelings for Yuki and finds himself standing along in
the rain what will he do? Will Yuki come for him? AHHH!! Well read
on to find out. Oh by the way this is only a two part story so expect the
next part to come soon ^_^
Part 1
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What had he done this time? Was it because he was always talking…or maybe Yuki was correct? He was just a stupid little annoying fool. Whatever the case was Shuichi was tired of constantly being called names and treated like he was some type of five-year-old kid. He was nineteen for crying out loud and it was time that Yuki realize it.
These thoughts ran across Shuichi's mind as he ran through the park he always ended up in when he was upset. It never failed; when he was troubled he would find a bench that overlooked the city skyline and just think about his problems. Now though, it was mid evening and it was raining heavily. He was glad that he had grabbed his black coat and his yellow scarf before he ran out of Yuki's place. The rain landed on his face in heavy drops and slid down his cheeks mixing with his tears. He slowed his pace to a walk and sloshed miserably along in the rain with his head down, trying to calm his emotions.
Bringing a hand up to his face, Shuichi became increasingly disgusted with himself. Not only was he an annoying fool, he was also a big crybaby. Every time something happened between him and Yuki he always broke into tears. He had no idea why he let Yuki effect him so much, but every word that left his sensual lips imprinted themselves on Shuichi's mind. In the end, they always hurt him in some imaginable way. He just wished that he didn't care so much what Yuki thought of him.
With shaking fingers, he quickly wiped the traces of the salty testaments to his feelings off his face. He looked down at his fingers as if glaring at the traitorous tears would stop them from falling. They kept coming. Sighing and bunching his fists at his side, he continued to walked down a soggy path that lead further into the park away from the usual benches he usually found himself sitting on. It was time for a change, and he didn't want to increase the chance of running into someone he knew.
He sighed as he took in the scenery before him. This was part of the park that he rarely visited, mostly because he liked watching the sunset over the skyline, but after taking in the sights before him he was beginning to think that this place wasn't so bad either. Ancient hulking trees surrounded him on all sides and there were a variety of wild flowers that grew along the pathway. Many of them were in full bloom even though it was raining heavily. Yellows, pinks, oranges, blues and a variety of other colors jumped out at him and seemed to lift his spirits.
The beauty of everything brought his senses to overload, and for the moment he forgot about his current problems with Yuki. He walked over to the nearest group of orange and pinks flowers, his favorite colors, and bent down to breath in their exotic fragrance. He had to admit it was good to slow down and smell the flowers once in a while.
Smiling at the old proverb, he stood back up and continued to walk along thinking about what had just occurred between him and Yuki. It was nothing unusual. They always got into little tiffs where Yuki would put him down and he would run off crying, wanting to be alone. Nothing that hadn't happened before, maybe just because it had been such a stressful week for him, he wished that maybe for once Yuki would prove he cared about him. Just a little bit, was that too much to ask of the stoic author? All Shuichi wanted from him was a few quiet loving words, maybe a loving gesture hear and there. It wasn't like he was asking Yuki to declare his undying love and devotion. Shuichi knew he wasn't that type of man, and he was okay with that. He did however want Yuki to admit that they were together, they he did care in some way.
Breathing in some of the cold night air, Shuichi raised his head to stare at the night sky, at some far off distant place. He wished his relationship with Yuki were better. Not different, just better. It seemed like it was always him who was making the changes in his life to accommodate the other. At first it hadn't bothered him, he was just glad to be with his Yuki. Naively he had believed and followed everything his lover had ever told him.
Smirking, Shuichi continued to stare at the cloud covered sky and shove his frozen tipped fingers into his coat pockets. It was starting to get chilly and the rain was only making it worse. He was pretty sure that he would probably be sick for standing in the rain for so long. Yet, for some reason he really didn't care anymore.
Thinking back, Shuichi lost his smirk and dropped his gaze to stare at his reflection in the puddles below him. He face was rippling along the surface and it was hard to see himself clearly. It had been earlier that evening, when Shuichi had just came home to Yuki's with Chinese takeout. He had gotten himself some Lo Mien noodles and some sweet and sour chicken. He had also gotten something for Yuki. He wasn't exactly sure what Yuki liked, but he just got something that sounded like something Yuki would eat.
"Taidama! Yuki, I brought us home some dinner…I hope your hungry. You know I didn't know what you liked so I just got you…" but Shuichi never got to finish his sentence.
He had placed to bags of food directly on the counter of the kitchen when he had walked in and had started to journey to Yuki's study. Shuichi figured he was probably just working on another chapter for his new upcoming book. It was when he was telling Yuki that he didn't know what to get him that he had opened the door and walked into the office. When he was in the middle of it he stopped and sucked in a shocked breath. Yuki was sitting at his desk in front of his laptop as usual, but there was also someone with Yuki.
Shuichi stared at the person who was standing behind Yuki resting their hands on Yuki's shoulders. He had never seen the young man before but he had to admit, that he was relatively handsome. He looked older then Shuichi, probably around the same age as Yuki. When Shuichi had walked in the man had turned questioning aqua eyes towards him. He had short brownish colored hair that stopped right above his ears, curling at the nape of his neck. His bangs brushed his forehead lazily right over his eyes and gave him a mysterious look.
"Who is this Yuki? Is he your younger brother or something?" the man had asked bending lower over Yuki's shoulder trying to act inconspicuous. Though he was speaking loud enough that Shuichi was able to pick up every word he was saying to Yuki.
Shuichi had to bit his lip to keep from crying out and yelling at the guy not to touch his Yuki and act all friendly towards him. Shuichi was actually hoping that Yuki would yell at the man for invading his personal space, but he said nothing to him. Instead he turned in Shuichi's direction and gave him a cold stare.
"No he isn't my younger brother," was all he said as he turned back to his computer and continue typing in his word processor.
"Well…then who is he?" the young man pressed.
Shuichi looked on in surprise. Here was some man he had never seen before hanging all over Yuki, who didn't even seem to mind. Every time Shuichi had tried to stand behind him or even put his hands on him Yuki had snapped at him about being mindful of his personal space. Yet, he allowed this man touch him and not HIM?
Shuichi narrowed his eyes at the man. Who was this person and what was his relationship to Yuki? He didn't know but it hurt that Yuki had not mentioned him before to this stranger. Everyone that Shuichi knew, knew about Yuki. Why hadn't Yuki talked about him…his lover? It just didn't make sense to Shuichi and these questions were beginning to eat away at him. He could almost feel the tears pricking his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He would not embarrass himself in front of this stranger. He was about to answer the young man's question, but as he opened his mouth Yuki cut him off.
" He's nobody important…don't worry about him. He's just an annoying pest that lives with me."
"But Yuki…" Shuichi started to protest, but didn't get far.
"Like I said, he is no one of importance so just ignore him. He can get rather annoying and quit loud and is always meddling in affairs that he has no business being in," Yuki said rather coldly. He had stopped typing, but was refusing to look at Shuichi.
"Yuki…" Shuichi said in a broken whisper. Was he that bad? Did everything he do annoy Yuki so much that he would call him un-important? To this stranger, no less, who felt it was okay to hang all over someone else's lover.
Yuki's golden gaze finally moved onto Shuichi. As usual his face was expressionless and Shuichi wasn't able to tell what he was thinking. Shuichi just looked back, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes as he clenched a fist to his heart. He thought that at any moment it would rip itself out of his chest and he was having trouble breathing. Each breath felt like someone was squeezing his chest, but he managed to calm himself enough to just turn and walk calmly out of the office closing the door with a silent click behind his back. Once he was out of sight of the two men he ran to the door, grabbing his coat and scarf along the way. That was how he ended up where he was currently.
Thinking back on it Shuichi still couldn't believe that Yuki had said those things about him. He had figured that after the months they had been living together Yuki would have warmed up to him by now. But tonight had proven that he hadn't. Tonight had been a shocking reality to Shuichi and had shown him that maybe things would never change for the better between him and Yuki. Maybe it was time for him to face the facts and just leave while he was still angry enough to and not look back and care. No matter how much it hurt him to think of leaving Yuki, it would probably be for the best.
Once he was over Yuki, he would be able to love someone new, someone who would be able to return his feelings of love and understanding. That was the type of person Shuichi needed. He needed someone who would stand beside him when times where tough and just hold him when he needed comforting. Shuichi hung his head clenching his eyes close tightly as the pain lanced through him still fresh and poignant.
Rain slicked strands of hair came forward to hide his face from view and he brought a clenched fist to his mouth. Biting his knuckle he held back a sob as he thought of what Yuki and that stranger might be doing right at that moment. What if that man was Yuki's new lover? What if he had finally gotten tired of Shuichi and decided to replace him with someone who was older, better, and had more experience?
Taking his hand away from his mouth Shuichi stood brokenly and grieved over his lost love. He had wanted everything to be perfect. He had wanted…he didn't know what he wanted, but he knew for sure that it involved love…somewhere. Yuki, though, was not a person who loved easily. Yet, for some reason Shuichi had started to feel like he was becoming closer to Yuki.
"I'm such a fool," he said miserably to the empty park
"Yes, you are," was the answer he received.
Shuichi stood perfectly still and his eyes widened to an impossible size. Upon hearing the deep baritone he had instantly straightened he stance, but refused to turn and face the speaker. Only one thought raced through his mind upon hearing the captivating voice. Yuki.