I do not own Gravitation.
Prologue
'We have reports of either a suicidal, or homicidal attempt on a local novelist.' A news reporter blurted on the TV.
Shuichi looked up from his magazine, toward the TV. A local novelist? Well, that was something new. "Hm..." He shrugged, and looked back down at Hiro's magazine, scanning down the columns of the local gossip. He reached toward the table in front of him, and slid on a pair of headphones, turning the music all the way up. He smiled, finding something funny under one of the subjects. He always found something interesting at Hiro's house. Hiro sat beside Shuichi on the couch, interested in this new 'murder' case. "A novelist?"
The TV's lights continued to flash, images of a greyish room currently being shown. The woman's voice chimed in again. 'The body of this famous writer, Yuki Eiri, was found in his own bedroom, shot to death in the head. The medics say that when he was found, he was already dead, probubly dead on impact.'
Hiro's eyes widened, and he looked at Shuichi, who was tuned in completly to the magazine, smiling. His own fiancee had won the Writer of the Year award, a new award that had been issued only this year. He was proud of Yuki. Shuichi felt a light tap on his shoulder, and looked up from his magazine at Hiro, who's eyes were forlorn. Shuichi blinked, and slid off one side of his headphones. "What's wrong, Hiro?"
Hiro's head slowly turned toward the TV, the reporter had moved on to another subject. Shuichi slid the other side down, and pushed the off button on his CD player. "Hiro?" He closed the magazine, and set it down. He felt something wrong now.
Hiro cut off the TV, standing. "Shuichi..." He looked down at the singer, who was staring unknowningly up at him. He looked down at the ground. "..I know where Yuki is."
Shuichi's eyes brightened. Yuki hadn't told him where he was going to go when he had told Shuichi to go to Hiro's for a few hours. Yuki said it would be a surprise. "Where? Wait. I'm not supposed to know. Don't tell me, it's going to be a surprise!" Shuichi blurted, a little bit of curiousity in his voice. Hiro closed his eyes. How naive could one person be? "It's a surprise alright.." He said, walking toward the window. He didn't want to see Shuichi's face when he told him. "You don't want to know, then?"
Shuichi let out a groan. "Yeah, I wanna know! And, I want to know why he told you, and not me!" He said, standing. "So, let it out!"
Hiro sighed. "I was watching the news. Yuki... Yuki Eiri, the man you are to marry next week... Is.."
Shuichi blinked, and blurted, "Tell me!"
"Yuki Eiri... Is dead."
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Just tell me if you want to read the story, I'm working on the first chapter. Remember, this is only the prologue!
Prologue
'We have reports of either a suicidal, or homicidal attempt on a local novelist.' A news reporter blurted on the TV.
Shuichi looked up from his magazine, toward the TV. A local novelist? Well, that was something new. "Hm..." He shrugged, and looked back down at Hiro's magazine, scanning down the columns of the local gossip. He reached toward the table in front of him, and slid on a pair of headphones, turning the music all the way up. He smiled, finding something funny under one of the subjects. He always found something interesting at Hiro's house. Hiro sat beside Shuichi on the couch, interested in this new 'murder' case. "A novelist?"
The TV's lights continued to flash, images of a greyish room currently being shown. The woman's voice chimed in again. 'The body of this famous writer, Yuki Eiri, was found in his own bedroom, shot to death in the head. The medics say that when he was found, he was already dead, probubly dead on impact.'
Hiro's eyes widened, and he looked at Shuichi, who was tuned in completly to the magazine, smiling. His own fiancee had won the Writer of the Year award, a new award that had been issued only this year. He was proud of Yuki. Shuichi felt a light tap on his shoulder, and looked up from his magazine at Hiro, who's eyes were forlorn. Shuichi blinked, and slid off one side of his headphones. "What's wrong, Hiro?"
Hiro's head slowly turned toward the TV, the reporter had moved on to another subject. Shuichi slid the other side down, and pushed the off button on his CD player. "Hiro?" He closed the magazine, and set it down. He felt something wrong now.
Hiro cut off the TV, standing. "Shuichi..." He looked down at the singer, who was staring unknowningly up at him. He looked down at the ground. "..I know where Yuki is."
Shuichi's eyes brightened. Yuki hadn't told him where he was going to go when he had told Shuichi to go to Hiro's for a few hours. Yuki said it would be a surprise. "Where? Wait. I'm not supposed to know. Don't tell me, it's going to be a surprise!" Shuichi blurted, a little bit of curiousity in his voice. Hiro closed his eyes. How naive could one person be? "It's a surprise alright.." He said, walking toward the window. He didn't want to see Shuichi's face when he told him. "You don't want to know, then?"
Shuichi let out a groan. "Yeah, I wanna know! And, I want to know why he told you, and not me!" He said, standing. "So, let it out!"
Hiro sighed. "I was watching the news. Yuki... Yuki Eiri, the man you are to marry next week... Is.."
Shuichi blinked, and blurted, "Tell me!"
"Yuki Eiri... Is dead."
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Just tell me if you want to read the story, I'm working on the first chapter. Remember, this is only the prologue!