I don't own gravitation and you should all be thankful that I don't because if I did, I won't share them. LOL! Second fanfic for gravitation since this is the one and ONLY anime I seem to be truly affected by. Please don't expect lemons since I lack the skill and the vocabulary to write one (I'm supposed to be a Filipino for goodness' sake!). Also, don't be mad at me because I sort of molded Yuki someone I want him to be, and I'm not sure how far away he is from the anime. Been trying to write from a Shuichi POV, but you know the kid, too unpredictable…Yuki. Please R & R!
It's been two years since that fateful night. Yuki could still remember it as if it happened minutes ago, and yet the new paintings in the wall, new T.V. and new furniture in his apartment screamed otherwise.
Flashback
The writer heard a door squeak open, and although no familiar shouting of his name followed, he knew very well who it was. It's surely the singer that's moved with him some months ago.
He heard the door of his study open and the pink-haired head of the said singer slowly appeared from behind it.
"Yuki?" Shuichi asked, although the writer was obviously in the room.
Yuki took a cigarette from his drawer and lit it, trying to relieve the frustration that built itself inside him making him unable to write coherently. "What is it?" he asked indifferently.
Shuichi stepped in, knelt and placed his head on Yuki's lap, "nothing really… I was just wondering if you're busy… tomorrow maybe… or tonight…"
"Why?" the writer asked, not really knowing if he liked where this little conversation is going.
"I… I just have to tell… to tell you something…"
"Is it important?" the writer asked again.
"Well… yes, Yuki, it is," the singer replied.
Yuki wasn't sure what the word important really meant to Shuichi, but he had a deadline looming in and he didn't need any stupid distraction, from anybody, right now.
"Yeah? Well, it'll just have to wait, brat, because I have something more important to do, and right now, you're distracting me. So whether you mind or not, step out of my study and leave me in relevant peace." He said coolly, crushing the cigarette in an ashtray nearby.
Shuichi's head shot up and their eyes met. Yuki was expecting protest, followed by a pout and a lot of screaming of his name, but this time, it was different. Very different. Shuichi's eyes were full of shock, mixed with fear and the slightest hint of dispute. Slowly, and although barely restraining the tears, the purple eyes started to calm down. This is so unlike him, wonder if the world's going to end tomorrow, Yuki thought.
"Please, Yuki? Just this one time?" the singer said almost pleadingly, tilting his head a little sideways.
Even though Yuki's heart melted at the sight of this, he scolded himself not to be tempted. The sooner he gets through his work, the sooner he and Shuichi can discuss matters in a more pleasurable way.
But instead of telling this to the singer, he stuck to his I'm Yuki the bastard attitude and decided to play mean. "What part of you're distracting me don't you understand, brat? Leave me alone or do I have to throw you out of this room?"
Shuichi's eyes widened at those words as he stood up, still looking pleadingly unto the writer's eyes. "Just this one time, Yuki. Just this once, can't you give me just this one time?" he asked again, although this time, his shaky voice started to rise.
"I won't have to repeat myself, now would I?" replied Yuki looking coldly at Shuichi's pleading ones. In truth, it's tearing him inside, but to give in to Shuichi right now would be totally against everything the name YUKI EIRI meant in the encyclopedia.
"Am I really that worthless that you deny me this one time?" Shuichi shouted fully, angrily and yet anyone who knew him could hear the begging in his tone.
Yuki never really liked noise, and he never really liked being shouted at either. He could feel the anger slowly starting to build inside him. Damn it, this is NOT what he needs right now! "Shut up, brat, and leave me alone." He said calmly, gritting his teeth doing his best not to let that anger surface then shoved Shuichi outside the room before slamming the door behind him. He was expecting loud bangings on the door and his name being shouted, but, just as it happened just moments ago, what he expected didn't happen. He was greeted by silence, nothing more.
Although quite uneasy about the unusual happenings of today, the writer forced himself back to his seat and tried to resume writing his novel, or what he's finished at least. After a few hours of complete silence, totally uninspirational and therefore deleted five chapters of his novel and unnerving discomfort, he finally decided to give up and cuddle Shuichi, his own version of saying I'm sorry, can we kiss, make up and have sex?
He opened the door, and sort of anticipated a Shuichi curled up like a child in a corner of a room in his place. To his disappointment, Shuichi was nowhere in the house. Another unexpected event.
Probably out working or with Hiro crying his heart out or something, he thought, ignoring the slight pang of fear in his insides. He waited out patiently, thinking soon enough the singer would come barging in.
A few hours later, he woke up on the couch, not remembering how he got asleep. When he sat up and saw a pack of rather expensive cigarettes with a note right beside it on the table.
Yuki,
I'm sorry for acting like a kid again, I really am. I bought these for you as compensation, but promise me that after this pack, you won't smoke again, please? I'm begging you to PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE stop smoking… it's bad for your health…
I love you, Yuki Eiri, I love you.
"Brat…" Yuki murmured under his breath. For some reason, he felt as if his heart was being pulled down heavily by a myriad of iron chains. Why? He wasn't quite sure. Instincts were telling him something, but his human rationality forced him to stay put and disregard all those feelings of unease.
The minutes he waited started to become hours and before he knew it, a day has passed, and still no Shuichi around.
He was going to pick up the phone and call Hiro, but the phone rang and he picked it up to answer instead, "Uesagi speaking," he said calmly.
"Hello, Yuki? It's Hiro. Is Shuichi still there? We're supposed to renew our contract with NG today, about half an hour ago. I know it's rude to distract you right now and everyone will tolerate his being late anyway, but still. Can you tell him to fix himself and get his puny little ass here as fast as possible?"
Yuki digested those words almost painfully, as if his fears were being answered. "He's not with you? He didn't go to you last night?" he said, doing his best to stop his voice from fidgeting.
"Well, no, he wasn't. Isn't he there? I mean, he's not with you?" Hiro answered on the other line.
Yuki shook his head, and then realized how stupid that was since Hiro can't see him. "No. He left…last night. I thought he went with you."
Silence, and he knew that Hiro must be realizing what he's just realizing right then.
"O-okay then. Thank you. Maybe he went to his parents. I reckon you guys had a little quarrel so he- he might be with Maiko right now. T-Thanks anyway…"
Yuki hung up and hoped, wished, BEGGED that Shuichi was with his parents.
End of flashback.
