It's Gravitation
Disclaimer: Do I look like some famous manga artist? Exactly! So there! Though I would be more than gladly to have ownership over Yuki, that way, maybe I can stop his smoking habit…and his sadistic manner—not much though...
I know I already have a bunch—by that, I mean two—of unfinished story right now but I couldn't help it! This story keeps playing over and over in my freaking mind that I just got to get it out! Do enjoy!
WARNING!! VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY...you guys fill in the rest, i'm tired!...OUT OF CHARACTERS!!! DON'T BOTHER FLAMING ME ABOUT IT! I KNOW!...i wanna make it so...so bleh (sticking out tounge).
Chapter One
'What the heck?' he though, scanning his eyes briefly through the seemingly empty flat. Had it been usual, he would have probably attacked by a rabies animal/human. Eiri Yuki took off his shoes in a hurry, glaring about every corner of the apartment and readied himself for any sudden bouncing red-headed rock star.
Fortunately—or unfortunately, his conscience spoke—nothing came. No ears-piercing greeting, no life-taking hugs ("I don't need no hug!" he though), no "Welcome Home" banners ("My birthday isn't until another week."), and, most of all, no note!
Nothing! Nada!
And what got him the most is the mere fact that his home was actually peaceful for once. Ever since his stupid, annoyingly, moronic (, and adorable) lover entered his life (and home), he had never regain his serenity state-like. Yuki never realized how much he missed it…
Walking about his flat, he glanced around occasionally, bracing himself for a sudden attack, either from his idiotic lover…or one of his so-called friends. He couldn't decide what was worst. After checking every room, behind door way, and bathroom, he settled down on the couch in the living room, breathing softly and happily while holding a can of beer on his hand.
'Finally! Peace,' he thought. Taking a sip, Yuki rested his worn body, after a day long discussing about his new book with his editor, he was actually looking forward to coming home…however, the thought of his overly hyper boyfriend totally disrupted his hope for a fitting rest and tranquillity.
God must be smiling at him today. Shuichi probably somewhere else (perhaps outside the city hopefully) doing some recording for his band—that stupid American probably slave-driving him toward an early death at the moment.
Yuki was kind of concerned, however, when he realized he has no knowledge about this "recording" at all. Even if he'd acted like a heartless person, he still made it an effort to know what is going on in Shuichi's life. It ruffled him much to be a clueless one…
Standing up suddenly, Yuki was about to reach for the phone when the door opened. He turned his head.
"Hey," the redhead greeted unenthusiastically, causing him to raised an eyebrow questionably.
"Where had you been?" Yuki asked without any real emotion, hiding them away behind layers of invisible walls. His lover simply shrugged, unconcerned almost. Without a word, he moved toward his—theirs—bedroom, not glancing at him once.
That ticked him off.
But, ignoring the other man, Yuki walked toward his study instead, thinking that Shuichi comes around, sooner or later—as he always did.
Lounging about on his comfy chair, Yuki melted into the chair, occasionally sighed as he watched his laptop's green signing on window. He went immediately to work as soon as it was on while listening to the ruckus in the next room. Consistently smirking, he wondered what his incompetent boyfriend is up to.
Soon enough, he heard the door on the other room opened. Listened intensely to the noise made by the rock star lover, waiting almost patiently for his usual appointment with the redhead.
After a while (more like a minute), he became too impatient to sit and wait—a bad habit he'd taken from Shuichi. Standing up from his chair, Yuki walked toward the door, opening it and half expecting his love to toppled over, or perhaps, a puppy eyes looking man.
None of that greet him. Instead, he could see the freaking door to his apartment being closed by a slam. Thoughts escaped him, disrupting his ability to think properly as Yuki sprinted suddenly for the door. Yanking it open, he peered outside, searching for the familiar backside he'd grown accustomed to.
"Shuichi!"
Ding! The elevator's doors closed, slowly shading away his lover's face. Yuki stared, horror-like, yet reluctant to show it.
'What the heck?'
-To Be Continues-
Short? Haha…I know I'm evil…no need for compliments! Reviews are always welcome; criticisms are appreciate; flames will be use to cook my dinner…….
Yah baby!
Lou: go away! You're annoying the readers!
Me: In case you are wondering, Lou is supposes to be my beta—supposes…..glaring at Lou
Lou: I have a life you know!
Me: You just don't love me….
Lou: Of course I do!
Me: Yeah right! mopping in corner
Lou: there, there…