Pink Aftermath
By: AngelofSoul

Face the wrath of my Gravitation story!!!

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Yes, I have writer's block... curse it all. Oh well, I had to write this before I lost the idea! It's a crossover- if you've all read "Eerie Queerie" you'll love this wondrous Gravitation fic!!!

Summary: Shuichi Shindou... dead?!

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Shounan ai and character death.

Prologue:
The Old Woman

The sun peeked through the freakishly neat windows of the apartments near the Star Bucks, (blooming with early morning customers) lighting the room in pleasant heat. On the middle most floor of this particular apartment building, rested what was more like a presidential suite. The windows clean and the insides neat, besides the bedroom, which was much more of a mess than anything.

The floors were covered in clothes from different nights, but discarded for the same purposes. The bed was a tangle of large thin sheets of light blue colors, currently wrapped around a lone figure. The coverings were pulled up to his bunches of platinum blonde hair, which sprouted from his scalp like an out-of-control weed problem.

This was Erie Yuki, whom is never alone in a bed this disgruntled. Looming over him (already dressed) was the one who joined him the night before.

Thin shoulder-blade length pink hair tied in a messy ponytail, a Converse jacket resting loosely on his shoulders, and faded jeans cladding his pale legs- Shuichi Shindou glared at his lover with bright violet-red eyes.

"Yuki," Shuichi nudged the sleeping figure, adjusting his backpack on his right shoulder. "Yuki, I'm leaving now!"

But he did not move. Shuichi sweatdropped, Yuki was quite the heavy sleeper.

"Yuki!" he tried again. "Yuki, I have to go to the studio now- Yuki!" Shuichi tugged on the blankets, which Yuki held stubbornly in his deep slumber.

"Damnit, Yuki." The pink haired teen muttered. He sighed heavily, "If you don't wake up, I'll resort to serious measures!" he threatened.

Yuki mumbled something inaudible, and rolled over. Shuichi huffed in irritation.

"C'mon!" He pulled on the blanket again, and heard the irritated growl:

"I said, I'M AWAKE." Yuki sat up letting the sheets fall over his exposed chest, his blue eyes reflecting aggravation. He ran a hand through his blonde hair, "Damn, are you always this annoying in the morning?"

"I'm just trying to tell you I'm going..." Shuichi pouted blowing a loose strand of hair from his face.

Yuki sighed, "And I heard." He threw his legs over the edge of the bed, standing and letting the blanket fall. He adjusted the jeans he managed to get on the other night, and headed for the door. Shuichi followed like an obedient lapdog.

"How long?" Yuki said as they bent a corner around the hall.

"Hm?" Shuichi asked.

"At the studio, when are you coming home?" Yuki said as they entered the kitchen. He poured himself some rich, heavy black coffee loaded with an inordinate amount of caffeine.

"Seven or eight," Shuichi said helping himself to a bit of a roll from the basket on the counter. "Maybe nine, depending if K has anything to say about it." He pondered a moment on his trigger-happy manager, than shrugged.

Yuki grunted taking a sip, making a face at the bitter flavor. "Do you want me to wait for you?"

Shuichi blinked, pausing in mid-chew on his bread. "...Wait for me?" he said almost timidly.

Yuki rolled his eyes, "Yes, now don't make a big deal out of it." He warned.

Shuichi's eyes went wide and a huge grin made residence to his facial features. With little warning, he threw his arms around Yuki's neck and clung to him like a magnet.

"YUKI!!!" He shrieked happily, nuzzling his love's collarbone. "You'd wait all evening for me? You're so sweet!!!"

"Damnit, Shuichi." Yuki growled as he had almost lost his coffee, and was now nursing a burnt finger.

Shuichi stared up at him with large puppy eyes and a sickeningly sweet drool-enhanced smile. Yuki shuddered and the pink hair teen graced him with a messy kiss on the cheek.

Grinning still, Shuichi stepped back and gave a solute, "I'll try and be back at seven! See you later, sexy thing!" With those words he was out the door as cheerful as a chipmunk.

Yuki wiped the drool from his cheek and grimaced, picking up the paper from the day before. Halfway through the stalk market section, he put it down with a twitching frown.

"Did he just call me 'sexy thing'?"

Smiling and giggling like a chronic five-year-old, Shuichi couldn't have been happier. Not only did he have the greatest love making session of his life the other night, this morning Yuki had said the sweetest thing ever!

"Oh, even if the sex is good- his loving words are the best." Shuichi sighed, pausing when he reached the end of the street. "He makes me feel so wonderful..."

With loving thoughts of Yuki on his mind, Shuichi took a short cut through the park. He walked the cement pathway running through the gates, humming a sweet tune. He kicked a lit cigarette bud into the dirt with his Converse sneakers and began to pass the park benches.

Pigeons had begun to gather about breadcrumbs being tossed by an old woman, who sat on the last bench close to the exit from the park. Shuichi began to whistle his tune as he went around the pigeon-crumb-frenzy, and the woman chuckled as he went passed.

Shuichi paused, turning around. He spotted the old woman, who threw more breadcrumbs for the birds who purred their pigeon purr with content.

Shuichi shrugged, and continued on, and the woman chuckled again. Glaring, he turned around again and looked at her.

"Why are you laughing at me?" He demanded, slightly irritated.

"Fu, fu, fu..." The woman grinned a toothless grin through her deep purple shawl. It was than Shuichi noticed that she was dressed much like a gypsy.

Her smile widened, "Nothing child, 'tis nothing, it's just-"she paused, staring through the shawl with illuminated eyes that reminded Shuichi of a cat. "No, you probably wouldn't be interested."

She tossed more bread and the birds scattered about, reforming around their free meal.

"Interested in what?" Shuichi pressed.

"Why, your clouded future of course." The woman's eyes were shadowed, but her grin remained the same.

He blinked, a little curious. "Clouded future?"

"Yes..." she studied him through the shawl. "But you don't look the type to believe in the spiritual reading..."

Shuichi was dumbfounded, scratching his head in confusion.

The old woman sweatdropped, "A fortune telling, boy!"

"Oh!" Shuichi said, "Hey, I like fortune telling..." he trailed off. "This isn't a phony Cleo thing, is it?" He said suspiciously.

"No, no, of course not!" The old woman frowned. "Messy work, tarot reading." She remarked with a snort. "I meant if you want your palm read."

"Sure, I guess." Shuichi looked at his hand, wondering how anyone would be able to read anything from his palm.

"Ah, excellent." The old woman smiled. "Than I have something wondrous for you," she pulled a piece of paper from... somewhere and motioned Shuichi over.

He came, taking the paper and read it. Shuichi sweatdropped, "A flyer for Madam Ezmerelda's coffee shop???"

"Fu, fu, fu," the old woman chuckled. "It's also a book shop and a fortune booth. I am Madam Ezmerelda. If you believe in revealing your future- or want an expresso, drop on by."

The sweatdrop increased, "Gee, thanks." Shuichi mumbled stuffing the flyer in his back pocket.

"And as a special treat," Madam Ezmerelda continued, "since you are the first one to receive my flyer, I will do a free palm reading for you right here. Something I do rarely, now. Your hand, my dear?" she asked, her toothless smile returning.

Shuichi looked at her curiously, than shrugged. What harm could it do? He held out his right hand and the woman looked at it intently, taking it into her own.

"Hm... oh, I see..." she murmured.

"See what?" Shuichi asked.

"The bread you had for breakfast this morning," Ezmerelda flicked off a crumb (which the pigeons attacked).

The pink haired teen facefaulted.

"And that your love line," she trailed an indention in his hand. "Is very long. It seems you have some one really special in your life. You will have this person for a very long time..."

Shuichi beamed at that, happy at what he had heard. It was hard for him to suppress the excited "SQUEE!"

The old woman winced, and Shuichi blushed.

"Erm... sorry, please continue."

"Right." She looked intently at his palm, "Odd... how very, very peculiar..."

"What?" Shuichi looked down at his own hand.

Ezmerelda traced a bony finger on another indention, "Your love line... your love line out shines your life line! How extraordinary!"

Shuichi took his hand back and looked, "What does it mean?"

"That your special someone will love you, even in death, and will love you for as long as he may live." She said mysteriously.

"What- really?! Wow!" Shuichi's thoughts trailed to Yuki and Yuki's kind smile. His tall form, his nice body, his hot sex-

"HE?!" Shuichi screeched, the pigeons retreating, frightened from the outburst. He blushed deeply, "How did you- I mean-"

"Fu, fu, fu..." Ezmerelda smiled mysteriously. "Remember boy, I have the Gift- I know almost everything about you Shuichi Shindou, right down to the very brand of diaper you wore as a toddler."

Shuichi inched away, slightly disturbed.

Her smile faded, and she looked at his hand again. "Another thing that I find most peculiar- your life line is rather short. When I mean 'rather', I mean 'very'." She said seriously.

Shuichi stood from the bench. "I think I should go," he backed away, very freaked. "I'm-"

"Late for work?" The old woman grinned. "Yes, I suppose you should go- you wouldn't want your manager to shoot a bullet through your forehead." Her grin diminished. "But I should not jest about such matters, death is a serious thing."

Ezmerelda's eyes were shadowed darker, "Be warned Shuichi Shindou, lead vocalist of Bad Luck. Death stalks you, and he will rest at nothing until he has you." She broke into a grin.

A smile.

A manic smile.

Than her eerie chuckles, which echoed as Shuichi ran terrified through the park exit. This would be the last time he ever took a short cut to the studios.

He breathed rather heavily, resting near another secluded area as soon as he was a few blocks away from the park. The laughter still pierced his eardrums and struck fear into him. Shuichi, breath steadily going to his lungs, stood straight shaking his head.

Why should he be afraid of an old woman? She was a harmless senior citizen- what could she do? Throw her breadcrumbs at him?

Shuichi laughed at the thought, than remembered the reading. He looked at his palm, retracing the lines Ezmerelda had read.

"Be warned Shuichi Shindou, lead vocalist of Bad Luck. Death stalks you, and he will rest at nothing until he has you."

Her creepy voice sent shivers down the singer's spine, but he shook out of those thoughts and brushed a fluffy black feather that landed on his shoulder.

"Death stalks me," he said out loud, laughing out of comfort. "Kinda crazy- "

Than a sharp pain cracked across his skull, and everything went black.

Translations and Explanations ():

Cleo- that woman who conned people with her phony psychic readings.

YAY PROLOGUE! :) Alright, I finished it! It took me a few hours, but I managed it! Hooray for my first Gravitation ficcy! (jumps for joy) WAHOO!

Now, give me lots of feedback and I'll write my next chapter. :) Oh, and this is a bit of a mystery thingy- before post my last chapter- let's see if you can figure out who did it. I'll throw clues all over, but don't guess early- try and put it all together.

I'll try not to make it TOO obvious. ;)

Well, good luck and I'm out!

AngelofSoul