Truth behind the lies

Chapter 1

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Disc: I don't own gravitation!

thanks to Lanie 12777 for beta-ing this story^^

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Six days.

It's been six days since Eiri Yuki left Japan, leaving his little lover Shuichi Shindou alone. The pink-haired brat already begged him to take him along, but when he just received a deathly glare from the grumpy novelist, he unwillingly gave up the idea. For the first three days Shuichi called Yuki at least five times each day, decreasing as time goes by.

Now the genki singer is more than disappointed when he calls Yuki by the telephone and receives no answer. But when he realizes tonight Yuki is supposed to arrive, his spirit quickly lights up.

"Shuichi!" a deep baritone voice boomed through the recording room, and Shuichi turns his pink head to see Hiro standing behind him. He gives his best friend the usual goofy grin before answering shortly, "Yes?"

The red-haired guy takes a seat beside him, "Tonight Yuki arrives, huh? That's why you look happier than usual?"

At the mention of his lover's name, the grin that is plastered on his face grew wider, along with happy sparkles in his violet orbs.

"Yess!! I'm so happy, Hiro! Six days without Yuki is like a living hell for me!" Hiro smirked before bringing up his large hand to ruffle his best friend's hair playfully.

"Well, I'm happy too for you. Now why the hell are you still here? Wouldn't it be best if you went home and prepared dinner for Yuki?"

Shuichi blinked, then turned his head to his friend's watch.

"Waaah! You're right, Hiro! It's already 3 p.m. now, I'd better get going!" he said in a high pitched, almost girly voice. Hiro watched in amusement as Shuichi hurriedly packed his backpack, before running out of the room with a loud 'bye-bye'. But before he has a chance to leave this place, Shuichi's pink hair bobbed from outside the door.

"Hiro! What about K? He'll shoot me if I leave before time!"

Hiro answers with a warm smile, "It's OK, you idiot. I'll tell him!"

"Oh, thank you! Bye!"

And with that, the singer was practically running toward Yuki's apartment, not even minding to take the elevator instead of stairs. His heart feels like bursting out any second because finally he'll see Yuki again.

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"But Yuki, what if he's home now? I can't… it's too risky…" a hushed, unexpectedly familiar voice could be heard from behind the door Shuichi was standing in. He was more than surprised when he arrived at the apartment and found it unlocked, and Yuki's suitcase lying on the floor beside his shoes. Panic surged through him when he heard two male voices from the master bedroom—two awfully familiar male voices. So he hurriedly runs over there silently, overhearing the conversation that makes him want to puke.

"So you don't want it then? Funny… your body did…"

Violet eyes widened at the deep voice he knows too well. It's Yuki's voice… and who's the other? He swears he's heard it before, but he just can't name it… despite his curiosity, Shuichi stands still in his place instead of snapping the door open and seeing what the hell is happening behind it.

"Yeah… that's… true. But Yuki, I won't take the risk if he…" the voice faded, turning to a shallow breath and pants before returning again, "if he… found out."

The Yuki-like voice chuckled a bit before answering, "Like I care if he ever found out."

More pants and moans flew through the closed door, and Shuichi squeezed his eyes shut to avoid the tears that threatened to fall. No, he won't cry until he knows the truth. But the fact that it's his Yuki's voice that he heard is enough to split his heart in two. How could he do this to me? And who the hell is the other man he's with?

A million questions run through the singer's brain and before he realizes it, tears are pouring from his closed eyes. He sobbed quietly so they can't tell of his appearance, small hands covering parted lips to muffle the screams. He wanted to yell, to scream, to do anything to release his anger—but he can't do anything but cry.

Minutes passed by, and as the noises from behind the door increased, Shuichi wiped his eyes with the backs of his hands and stands up. His small hands, still wet from the tears, reached uncertainly to the door knob before pushing it open. And how Shuichi wished he hadn't.

His amethyst eyes watched in painfully slow motion as his beloved Yuki thrust into the other's body… the one with bleach blonde hair and a smaller figure. None other than Seguchi Tohma.

His fists clenched to small balls, teeth clenched with desperation and anger. After all that they've been through… why is it Yuki still doesn't change? And the most important thing is, how can he think he could change him? Yuki will never change—that's the truth, and it hurt him more. Uesugi Eiri will be the same Yuki Eiri forever— a coldhearted, mean, heartless bastard. No matter how hard he tried to make him happy, he just wasn't enough. He's not good enough to melt the ice that surrounds the blonde's heart.

Sensing his presence, Yuki looked at him through half-lidded golden eyes, heavy with lust. But instead of surprise and what Shuichi expected—panic, Yuki smirked evilly before saying in a sickeningly husky voice,

"Hi there Shu-chan." Shuichi can't help but squeeze his eyes shut at the mention of his name, tears forming at the edges of his eyes again. The smirk that graced Yuki's feature grew wider, and he thrust violently into Tohma's body. The smaller blonde's scream of ecstasy echoed through Shuichi's ears, and with all the strength he had, he opened his eyes and glared in their direction.

"How could you do this to me, Yuki?" he asked, voice shaking in anger and sadness. For a moment he sees Yuki's golden eyes soften a bit… there's even sadness in them. Assuring himself that it's just a hallucination, he waited patiently for the two evils to continue their 'business', all the while closing his eyes shut.

Finally their moans can't be heard anymore, and Shuichi opened his eyes just to see Yuki smirking at him.

"Tell me, Yuki!" he yelled as the tears fall from his eyes again. "How could you do this to me?"

A golden eyebrow furrowed rather suggestively. "Do what?"

He heard the painful sound of Tohma's chuckles, and went over to strangle him.

"This! How could you fuck this whore when you're with me?! What's wrong with me Yuki? Why can't I be good enough for you? Tell me, dammit!"

Shuichi punched Tohma repeatedly in the face and stomach, leaving the president breathless. When Yuki's strong hands fell to him, he stopped and got up from the bed. He gave Tohma an accusing glare, crossing his hands on his chest. The bleach blonde-haired guy glared back, hands flying to wipe the blood from his lips.

"You do realize you're making the biggest mistake of your life, don't you?" the president of NG said in a threatening low voice. "You're fired."

The pink-haired singer smirked before he growled back, "I'm fired, my ass! I'm out!" he yelled. "Now, answer me, Yuki!"

A huff escaped Yuki's lip and he ran a hand through his blonde hair. "You should have seen it coming, Brat," he answers finally. "I don't love you."

The words hit Shuichi like a sword, stabbing his heart over and over again until it stops beating. His amethyst eyes snapped open, revealing only pain and sadness in them.

"But…" he began, but Yuki's voice cut in.

"No buts, Shu. I don't love you, and I don't give a fuck whether you love me or not. You're just a toy for me, and honestly—I'm tired of it. Now that I have Tohma as my new fuck toy, why should I use you?"

Shuichi stared blankly when Tohma smirked, victory gleaming in his eyes. He'd not even flinched at the words 'fuck toy'… What a bitch, Shuichi thought angrily.

"So this is over, then..." Shuichi concluded, giving Yuki one last sad smile. Yuki's smirk faded, and once again Shu could see pain run through his eyes. But then again, for the man who'd just said the harshest words he'd ever heard—it's impossible.

"Yes."

The pink-haired boy never even flinched at the word. He will not give them the satisfaction of seeing him suffer, not again. He will not show the pain he feels inside, because he knows they will only take pleasure from it.

With one last stare at the two evils, he opens his suitcase and after packing all his things, he is gone.

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Small hands delicately rubbed his back as the blonde-haired guy growled in frustration. He snapped the hand with his while glaring at the smaller blonde.

"Don't fucking touch me."

Tohma smile, ignoring the taller blonde's request as he continued to rub his back. Another minute passed by and he finally spoke up, "Looks like he's broken now, ne?"

Golden eyes furrowed in confusion, "Who?"

"Shuichi," Tohma answered easily, taking his hands off of the man before inspecting his manicured nails. "It's such a waste, really, since he's a brilliant singer at NG. But it's all worth the sacrifice…Eiri will be mine."

Golden eyes narrowed dangerously before the owner growled out, "You're evil, Tohma. Evil."

The said man only smirked before he hummed happily. Another moment of silence passed by before once again Tohma broke it. "But I'm still a good evil, ne?" he said while winking suggestively "If I'm not, then I'll give this tape to Ryuichi, Tatsuha."