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Author: OmittchiAkari Hibiki: omittchi@megatokyo.org Send the flames that way!
Pairings: Shuichi x Yuki Shuichi x Ryuichi Hints of Tohma x Yuki
Rating: PG-13 and may change in later parts! Beware~! Warning! Language, yoai, and maybe sexual content. Perhaps a few spoilers for the series! SPOILERS!
Author Notes: Ahh... first post on fanfiction.net. ^^;; I'm not a writer. Please don't comment too harshly. I'm really new at this but I love playing with the Yuki/Shuichi/Ryuichi pairings.
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Waiting
Chapter 1
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It had finally happened. The turn of events had left Shuichi mentally battered and physically uncapable of everyday things. Now, his life revolved around Yuki Eiri's couch, the gleaming, sterile walls of the living room, and the soft chiming of a clock. The things he once found amusing and happy, innocent and memoriable, he now found distaste, a loathing, and most importantly, hatred. They reminded him of that cold romance novelist. That novelist who now lay comatose in the local hospital, waiting for the day he would either wake or be buried beneath the just-as-cold ground.
***
Shuichi's prone form, lined with a thin sheet, loitered on the couch he now called home. The doctors at the hospital had to restrain him from staying in Yuki's room, pleading with him to go get some rest. Shuichi couldn't rest though. Not until they cured Yuki. Not until the day Yuki was back, clicking away at his laptop telling how much of a baka he was. And then, Shuichi could be happy and rest.
A jingle of metal and a clattering of keys in the door jarred Shuichi from his thoughts. His eyebrows twitched in annoyance and he nestled deeper into the sheet, praying that it was his imagination. But then again, in his mind, he could see the silhouette of a lanky, blonde writer, smoking absently on a cigarette as he dropped his coat on the end of the couch... but no, it couldn't be. Yuki was at the hospital, getting treatment so he could write about love and torment Shuichi with his constant smoking and comments. But... Shuichi would wait. He would wait as long as he could to smell the nicotine coated air and feel the petal soft kisses that Yuki gave so reluctantly.
The thud of a door closing. Footsteps.
Shuichi shuddered and felt his chest tighten in fear.
A female voice shattered the eerie silence that had fallen over the room, "We really can't just leave him here any longer. It's been weeks... The idea of my brother waking from his current state was dismissed heavily by his physicians." Another pause, "He won't be back for Shuichi."
The unmistakable voice of Shuichi's employer, Tohma Seguchi, followed, stiffened by his self-contained anger, "Leave him. He caused this to Eiri-san! I won't forgive him." A rustle of expensive material, undoubtably Tohma's fur lined coat, "Mika, you may do what pleases you with the boy. I won't have anything to do with him besides his career. I don't want to see him anywhere near our home or Eiri-san." A door closed.
Shuichi rolled the conversation he had just witnessed around his head. Was it really his fault? Didn't they say that last time[1]? But Yuki got better! It was just the stress. Stress that Shuichi had put Yuki through. But Yuki still came back with him. Yuki came back to him. He'd come back this time, too.
An exhasperated sigh echoed and Mika's voice cracked at him, "Shuichi. Get up. I know your awake."
"Ohayo, Mika-san." Shuichi's eyes flutter opened, but he made no attempt to get up.
"This is not the time for that, Shuichi. Your living conditions are deteriorating faster than anything I've seen. When was the last time you had a decent meal? Hmm? I haven't seen you eat since the day Yuki was admitted. Your not healthy, Shuichi. It's not healthy for you here." Mika blandly stated, casually turning her eyes to meet the dreary singer's face.
"Just like the doctors, ne? 'It's not healthy for you', they said. 'It's not helping Yuki-san, your only in the way' they said." Shuichi felt his eyes water, "'Go home. It's not healthy for anyone.'... they said."
Mika just stared at him in annoyance, "Do you really think sitting around a dying man in a hospital will wake him up? Shuichi, he's not coming back. Even I, his own sister, can accept that. Now, I'm moving you out of here. Get up and make yourself presentable. We're leaving."
Shuichi made no such attempt and layed there, lazily eyeing the woman.
Spinning on her heel, Mika sauntered into the room that Shuichi had once shared with Yuki and a commotion of items being moved, pulled, and shoved followed. Mika soon returned, a bag packed with what meager possesions that Shuichi need for the time being. She reached down towards Shuichi and pursed her eyebrows, "Shuichi. Get up! It's time we left."
A shaky breath crashed out from Shuichi's lips, eyes turning up towards Mika, tears spilling down his cheeks, "He's not dead... *I'm* not dead. Please don't kill what I have left. Don't kill what I have left of *me*, Mika-san."
Mika smiled softly.
"I'm not killing *you*, Shuichi. I'm going the save *you* from yourself."
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To be Continued...
Extra notes:
[1] From one of the eps (dun remember which one. 10 or 11ish I think. o_o). The one where Yuki gets an ulcer or something and heads to America to get away from Shuichi. Everyone thinks its Shuichi's fault for the ulcer because of the stress Shuichi puts on him.
Author: OmittchiAkari Hibiki: omittchi@megatokyo.org Send the flames that way!
Pairings: Shuichi x Yuki Shuichi x Ryuichi Hints of Tohma x Yuki
Rating: PG-13 and may change in later parts! Beware~! Warning! Language, yoai, and maybe sexual content. Perhaps a few spoilers for the series! SPOILERS!
Author Notes: Ahh... first post on fanfiction.net. ^^;; I'm not a writer. Please don't comment too harshly. I'm really new at this but I love playing with the Yuki/Shuichi/Ryuichi pairings.
--===--
Waiting
Chapter 1
--
It had finally happened. The turn of events had left Shuichi mentally battered and physically uncapable of everyday things. Now, his life revolved around Yuki Eiri's couch, the gleaming, sterile walls of the living room, and the soft chiming of a clock. The things he once found amusing and happy, innocent and memoriable, he now found distaste, a loathing, and most importantly, hatred. They reminded him of that cold romance novelist. That novelist who now lay comatose in the local hospital, waiting for the day he would either wake or be buried beneath the just-as-cold ground.
***
Shuichi's prone form, lined with a thin sheet, loitered on the couch he now called home. The doctors at the hospital had to restrain him from staying in Yuki's room, pleading with him to go get some rest. Shuichi couldn't rest though. Not until they cured Yuki. Not until the day Yuki was back, clicking away at his laptop telling how much of a baka he was. And then, Shuichi could be happy and rest.
A jingle of metal and a clattering of keys in the door jarred Shuichi from his thoughts. His eyebrows twitched in annoyance and he nestled deeper into the sheet, praying that it was his imagination. But then again, in his mind, he could see the silhouette of a lanky, blonde writer, smoking absently on a cigarette as he dropped his coat on the end of the couch... but no, it couldn't be. Yuki was at the hospital, getting treatment so he could write about love and torment Shuichi with his constant smoking and comments. But... Shuichi would wait. He would wait as long as he could to smell the nicotine coated air and feel the petal soft kisses that Yuki gave so reluctantly.
The thud of a door closing. Footsteps.
Shuichi shuddered and felt his chest tighten in fear.
A female voice shattered the eerie silence that had fallen over the room, "We really can't just leave him here any longer. It's been weeks... The idea of my brother waking from his current state was dismissed heavily by his physicians." Another pause, "He won't be back for Shuichi."
The unmistakable voice of Shuichi's employer, Tohma Seguchi, followed, stiffened by his self-contained anger, "Leave him. He caused this to Eiri-san! I won't forgive him." A rustle of expensive material, undoubtably Tohma's fur lined coat, "Mika, you may do what pleases you with the boy. I won't have anything to do with him besides his career. I don't want to see him anywhere near our home or Eiri-san." A door closed.
Shuichi rolled the conversation he had just witnessed around his head. Was it really his fault? Didn't they say that last time[1]? But Yuki got better! It was just the stress. Stress that Shuichi had put Yuki through. But Yuki still came back with him. Yuki came back to him. He'd come back this time, too.
An exhasperated sigh echoed and Mika's voice cracked at him, "Shuichi. Get up. I know your awake."
"Ohayo, Mika-san." Shuichi's eyes flutter opened, but he made no attempt to get up.
"This is not the time for that, Shuichi. Your living conditions are deteriorating faster than anything I've seen. When was the last time you had a decent meal? Hmm? I haven't seen you eat since the day Yuki was admitted. Your not healthy, Shuichi. It's not healthy for you here." Mika blandly stated, casually turning her eyes to meet the dreary singer's face.
"Just like the doctors, ne? 'It's not healthy for you', they said. 'It's not helping Yuki-san, your only in the way' they said." Shuichi felt his eyes water, "'Go home. It's not healthy for anyone.'... they said."
Mika just stared at him in annoyance, "Do you really think sitting around a dying man in a hospital will wake him up? Shuichi, he's not coming back. Even I, his own sister, can accept that. Now, I'm moving you out of here. Get up and make yourself presentable. We're leaving."
Shuichi made no such attempt and layed there, lazily eyeing the woman.
Spinning on her heel, Mika sauntered into the room that Shuichi had once shared with Yuki and a commotion of items being moved, pulled, and shoved followed. Mika soon returned, a bag packed with what meager possesions that Shuichi need for the time being. She reached down towards Shuichi and pursed her eyebrows, "Shuichi. Get up! It's time we left."
A shaky breath crashed out from Shuichi's lips, eyes turning up towards Mika, tears spilling down his cheeks, "He's not dead... *I'm* not dead. Please don't kill what I have left. Don't kill what I have left of *me*, Mika-san."
Mika smiled softly.
"I'm not killing *you*, Shuichi. I'm going the save *you* from yourself."
--===--
To be Continued...
Extra notes:
[1] From one of the eps (dun remember which one. 10 or 11ish I think. o_o). The one where Yuki gets an ulcer or something and heads to America to get away from Shuichi. Everyone thinks its Shuichi's fault for the ulcer because of the stress Shuichi puts on him.