A/N: Dunno, really random idea for a fic I had around five minutes ago. This is the fist chapter/ prologue, so tell me what you think! If you like it, then I'll carry on writing it :D
Disclaimer: Not mine, I don't own
Warning: will be YukixShuichi, duh. If you don't like shounen ai, then get the hell outta the Gravitation category
Oh, and just a note: the strange marks that look like someone's swearing aren't actually indicating swear words at all, they're just breaks, showing a change in time or scenery or whatever.
Ok, read and hopefully enjoy!
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New Beginnings"And this hallway here leads to the spare bedrooms." Tohma finished, and leaned against the wall, trying to gauge the blond's reaction. "So? Do you like it?"
Yuki grunted and gave the mansion another sweeping glance. "The west wing is fine."
"I know the east wing is in some need of repair, but-"
"I'll be surprised if it lasts another night." Yuki cut in dryly.
"It's lasted for over 500 years, I'm sure it can manage another night." Tohma raised his eyebrows. "So?"
"Fine, I'll get it." Yuki rolled his eyes and walked back down into the main foyer. "I presume that there'll be a housekeeper?"
"Well, actually, the house comes with a whole entourage of servants." Tohma waited for some kind of outburst.
He didn't have long to wait.
"What!" Yuki glared at his friend. "What the fuck do you mean, it comes with a fucking entourage of servants? How many?"
"At least a hundred."
"I don't want a hundred fucking servants!" Yuki stamped his cigarette butt out under his heel, ignoring Tohma's wince as the ashes dirtied the otherwise spotless marble floor. "I want my privacy Tohma. That's why I agreed to come look at this house in the first place. I don't want servants around me, gossiping all the damn time."
"It won't be like that Yuki, you won't even realise they're here, honest." Tohma was tempted to reach out and pat his friend's hand, but knew that Yuki wouldn't appreciate the gesture. "They'll just take care of the cooking, and the cleaning, and they won't disturb your study at all. The house needs to be maintained, Yuki, and do you honestly think one person will be able to handle it? You need more than just one housekeeper."
"Fine." Yuki grumbled. "But if they dare touch my study, I'll fire them."
Tohma nodded and beckoned the real estate agent over.
"I'll take it." Yuki said firmly, and lit up another cigarette.
"Would you like me to negotiate with the owners on the price?"
The writer shook his head. "Just make the fucking deal already."
"You're lucky you came into such a large inheritance." Tohma remarked on their way out. "The way you waste money, if it was any smaller you'd have nothing left."
"Is it any of your business what I do with my money?" Yuki asked rudely.
"I guess not." Tohma murmured. "Do you want to interview the servants?"
"No. Just let them do whatever they have to do."
"You don't want to make sure that they don't have criminal records or anything?"
"Does it matter if they do? As long as they're doing their job, I don't give a flying rat's ass if they've robbed a bank or killed someone."
Tohma raised a skeptical eyebrow but said nothing more on the subject. "Well, I guess you move in on Monday then."
"Hn. This house better be worth it." Yuki grumbled before climbing into his car and driving off without even a goodbye to Tohma.
The blond resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
Hopefully living apart from society will enable Yuki to act like a human again.
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Yuki glanced around at all the servants milling around the main foyer in disgust.
So much for not even realising that they're here, Yuki thought angrily as a pink haired boy nearly collided with him.
"Watch it, brat!" he snapped.
The servant gave a hasty bow before running off again.
"Jesus." the writer swore under his breath and climbed up the staircase and locked himself into his study. "It's like a fucking circus in here."
There was a knock at the door.
"What?" Yuki barked out.
"I am your housekeeper, sir." a middle aged woman entered the room and curtseyed. "My name is Ava. Is there anything I can do for you, sir?"
"Get out of the fucking room. And make sure no one enters it. No one." Yuki warned.
"Of course sir." Ava didn't blink an eyelid. She curtseyed again before leaving the room.
Yuki let out a harsh sigh and leaned back in his chair.
This had better be worth leaving the city for...
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By midday the ruckus had died down enough for Yuki to find it safe enough to venture outside his study and into the hallway. Peering around at the paintings on the walls, he decided that the mansion was actually kind of nice looking.
If you took away all the servants and the fact that half of the bloody thing looks like it's going to collapse at any time, he added silently.
He felt someone collide with him, and to his surprise it was the pink haired boy, again.
"Are you retarded or something? Stop banging into me!" he growled.
The boy let out a terrified whimper and backed away. "Sorry sir!"
"You should be." Yuki muttered. He took a proper look at him and felt his heart jump into his throat.
He's beautiful...
The boy's violet eyes regarded Yuki half fearfully, half curiously. The writer took a step forward, wanting to touch the angelic creature in front of him, but at that moment Ava caught sight of the boy and quickly grabbed his arm.
"Back to work, Shuichi." she said sharply, and pushed the boy in the opposite direction.
"Shuichi? That's his name?" Yuki demanded.
Ava hesitated before nodding reluctantly. Fear and distrust shone briefly in her eyes before they were replaced by a careful, blank mask.
"Good day sir." she said neutrally and walked off.
Frowning, Yuki stared after the pink haired boy- Shuichi- and allowed the tiniest of smirks to tug at his thin lips.
Shuichi... Yuki felt more alive than he had felt in over a decade. Looks like life won't be as boring out here as I had previously thought...
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A/N: So what do you think? Terrible? Okay? Shall I continue? CC is welcome, but keep the flames away!