Mizu: Okay, I've actually been working on this one for some time but didn't upload it cause I already had a bunch of stories out that needed work on. So I stopped working on this one for a while. And that's how it probably will be until I actually finish another story or something like that. Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation.
Shatterproof: Chapter One- Nothing Else To It…
"Shuichi," Hiro sighed as he helped his exhausted friend onto his bike, "I think you freaked K-san pretty badly."
Shuichi just pouted in response.
"It's not his fault that Tohma set up all of these tours for us," Hiro sighed again, starting his bike, "He was just trying to keep you from hurting yourself."
Shuichi remained silent for a long time as the two rode down the streets, "I know… I'll call him tomorrow and apologize. It's just that-"
"You're tired. I know. We all are. That's why I think we should make the most of this week off," Hiro smiled, "Anyways, what are you going to do as soon as I drop you off at Yuki-san's place?"
"Take a shower. Eat, then hopefully go straight to bed," Shuichi yawned, glaring at the road a ahead of them, wishing it would be shorter.
"Ah, that's no fun," Hiro teased, "Not going to have wild sex with Yuki-san to celebrate your return from your tour?"
"I'll be lucky if he even lets me sleep on the floor in our bedroom. He's going to be pissed off at me the second I walk through those doors," Shuichi sighed, "Besides, I'm sweaty, tired as hell, and grumpier than Yuki is on a bad day. Do you really want that under you? I don't think so."
Hiro just snickered something about the unlikely hood of that as he pulled up to Yuki and Shuichi's shared apartment, "Well, sorry but I'm under strict orders to banish you to this building until next week. K's orders to be exact."
"Tell him I'm sorry for the trouble I caused him today. Later Hiro," Shuichi sighed, heading off into the building.
'Yuki's probably in his study right now. I really hope he doesn't have writer's block though. That's the only way he'd actually want to touch me like this,' Shuichi thought to himself as he grew closer to their apartment, 'I probably should try and act like my normal self so I don't worry him.'
Shuichi took a few deep breaths before swinging open the front door and racing in.
"I'm home!" Shuichi shouted as happily as he could, about to race towards the study, "Yu~"
Suddenly, Shuichi found himself pinned to the floor with a very pissed off Yuki holding him down. Gulping, Shuichi tried slip back into his normal personality, failing spectacularly.
'What the hell? Why did Yuki pin me to the floor? His hair's pulled back with that weird bandana thing so…Don't tell me-' Shuichi thought to himself, panic rising.
"Wh-What's wrong, Yuki?" Shuichi asked nervously, "Do you have wr-writer's block?"
The writer just pointed over his shoulder, glaring down at the tired rock star. Shuichi gave him a puzzled look, trying to look over the blonde's shoulder. When his lover didn't move, Shuichi took to trying to push him off. After failing miserably, Shuichi just gave to sighing.
"Get off, Yuki," Shuichi sighed, rubbing his face, "If there's something wrong, then you need to show me it. Otherwise, I'm going to go take a shower now."
Yuki just sneered and dragged Shuichi to his feet. Thinking that Yuki had finally lost it, Shuichi was preparing himself for a long night and a sore ass in the morning when the blonde dragged him into the living room. At first, Shuichi was terribly confused until he spotted a human shaped lump on the couch. His eyes widened as he realized who the person was asleep on their couch. He had dark hair, almost completely black actually, small frame much like his own and violet eyes. Shuichi's body started to tremble in uncontrollable anger as his eyes narrowed into a glare.
"H-Hitoshi."
Yuki gaped at his lover, about to question who the crud was Hitoshi when he saw something he swore he never would. Shuichi glaring down the man, eyes reflecting the wish of killing the man on the couch. "What are you doing here?" Shuichi snapped, moving in front of Yuki. "What? Can't I come to visit," the man now called Hitoshi chuckled, "brother?"
"That's not answering my damn question!" Shuichi snapped again, startling his lover by his aggressive behavior.
"Hm, you're still no fun," Hitoshi sighed, rubbing the back of his head, "If you must know, our aunt's villa burnt down just outside of Paris and I didn't want to be a burden on them any longer so I decided to come home. But dad wasn't at the airport when I got there. I waited several hours until finally I decided to leave. Then I remembered that you were supposedly living with a famous writer as a lover so I decided to see whether or not that that was true. And look what I find. It is!"
Hitoshi's eye's locked with Shuichi's as he smirked devilishly at his own brother. When Shuichi's face was filled with absolute rage and the urge to kill, he smiled gently and looked at the taller blonde man standing behind him.
"I'm sorry for just pushing my way in here," Hitoshi said, bowing a little, "I just really didn't know where else to go. It's been years since I last was in Japan so I'm just like a little lost kitten. You don't mind if I crash here for the night, right?"
Yuki sighed and scratched the back of his head, "Great another brat to look af-"
"Hell no!" Shuichi shouted, taking a step forward and swinging his arms in a X motion, "There is no way in hell that I'd let you stay within a forty mile radius of me and Yuki!"
Rushing forward and grabbing his brother by the wrist, Shuichi dragged his brother to the door, "I'll call father to come and retrieve you but that's it! I want you off of this property immediately!" "You know, she would never…" Hitoshi smirked. Instantly, Shuichi turned on his heel and punched his brother as hard as he could in the jaw. Yuki, who was confused beyond reasoning, was shocked at the turn of events and just watched for a moment as the brothers proceed to pummel each other with a barrage of punches and kicks. He never knew that Shuichi could fight. It just wasn't his thing.
After snapping out of his shock, Yuki rushed forward and slipped his arms under Shuichi's and locked his hands behind his head so the pinkette wasn't able to do anything but flail around frantically. Checking to make sure his lover wasn't seriously hurt, Yuki managed to notice the murderous intent had yet to leave Shuichi's eyes. In fact it just intensified. Hitoshi just wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking. Yuki kept looking from the smirking man in front of them to his cursing lover in his arms, trying to make sense of it all.
"Shuichi~!" Hiro's voice echoed through the apartment as he and Tohma walked through the front door, "You forgot your bag…"
Hiro froze upon noticing the scene in front of him. Shuichi still busy trying to free himself from Yuki's grasp while his brother, stood there smirking at the new turn of events.
"Let me go Yuki!" Shuichi screeched, trying not to kick his lover with his wildly flailing legs.
"Awww, Shuichi loves Yuki! Shuichi loves Yuki! Shuichi's forgotten-" Hitoshi started to chant, prancing around in a small circle.
"Go Die, you bastard!" Shuichi screamed, finally managing to free himself from his lover's strong hold. Shuichi tackled his brother, sending both of them out of the open door. Somehow remembering where he was, Shuichi managed to direct the fight outside of the entire apartment complex. Once outside, neither of the quarrelling boys seemed to realize the heavy rain that was falling on them. Yuki, Hiro, and Tohma (who had miraculously managed to keep his mouth shut this entire time) rushed out after the two. All three were too freaked out to do anything until Shuichi slipped on the muddy ground. When the rock star rolled over, Yuki nearly sprinted forward to tackle his brother who was about to viciously kick his skull.
"Stop this this instance!" A deep voice boomed from the curb.
Both of the boys froze immediately allowing Yuki reach the two of them. He looked towards the curb once he reached Shuichi's side and was stunned to see a man with deep red hair and scowling green eyes glaring at the three of them. The man was about K's height and build, but that wasn't what Yuki really noticed. It was how the man held himself. He shouted his confidence that he could do anything and the aura that he was admitting for…terrifying. Yuki couldn't help but swallowing hard from being under the man's glare.
"Father," the two siblings whispered, each staring in fear and astonishment at the man on the curb.
Shuichi was the first to snap out of his fear indused trance, glaring back up at his brother, "Get off of me you fucking bastard!"
"Ah, that's not very nice, Shu-Shu. That's insulting our parents," Hitoshi smirked, bringing his face closer to his brother's, "Though, it is true."
"That's enough!" the man shouted, "Hitoshi!"
Hitoshi just sighed, looking back at the man, "Yes dad?"
"Dad? Wait, you're Shuichi's father?" Yuki asked, walking up to the man on the curb, "I thought that the man with Shuichi's mother was-"
"He isn't," the man stated, eyes never leaving his sons.
"What do you want, dad?" Hitoshi said, gently caressing his brother's face, "Can't you see that we're bonding?"
"Bonding my ass!" Shuichi and his father snapped.
"I warned not to see your brother! Neither of you are ever aloud to see one another again, do you understand?" their dad boomed, opening the passenger side car door, "Now get in this bloody car!" Still confused beyond reasoning, Yuki quickly made his way to where Shuichi still laid on the ground, glaring daggers at his brother. Just when he thought that Shuichi had completely lost his mind, Yuki managed to hear what Hitoshi said as he got into the car. "She never did like violence. Thought it was pointless. All she ever wanted was to live peacefully with the one guy she loved," Hitoshi spat, slamming the car door. Not quite understanding, Yuki moved to pick up his brat when he froze. The pinkette was crying uncontrollably but no sound was escaping him. All anger and murderous intent left his eyes as the rock star looked up at his lover with big sorrowful eyes. He slowly pushed himself up onto his hands and knees before crawling up against his lover's broad chest.
"L-Love exists, right Yuki?" he asked, more tears flooding from his eyes, "We've proven that, haven't we?"
"Why are you asking me that?" Yuki asked back, unable to think of anything else as he wrapped his arms around the trembling rock star.
"I-I'm sorry," Shuichi said, voice slowly starting to break, "I'm so…so sorry!"
"Why are you apologizing?" Yuki snapped, not really meaning to.
"S-Sorry…I'm just sorry," Shuichi whimpered, burying his face further into Yuki's chest, "for everything."
"He's out cold, huh?" Hiro sighed as he leaned against the wall in the hallway.
"Yeah," Yuki sighed as well, slowly closing the door to his bedroom.
The normally cruel romance author paused when Shuichi suddenly shifted on the bed, curling himself up into a ball. The blonde couldn't help but feel a sudden ache in his heart. He had never seen Shuichi seem so vulnerable. Even through the worse crap that he had put the boy through, Shuichi never let it completely get to him. Yes, he would get depressed but he never let it show when he slept.
That's when Yuki could always see how the boy truly felt deep down. If he scared the shit out of the rock star, the kid always seemed to be comfortable around him. When he found out that Yuki was a killer, his pinkette still trusted him. Nothing had ever affected him as much as this strange visit from his brother.
"What the hell is wrong with those two?" Yuki said to himself, "I thought that Shuichi always believed that families should be as close as possible with one another. But those two…"
"They actually hate each other," Hiro stated, staring straight at the writer, "He's the only person that Shuichi would ever make that exception for. Shuichi really does hate his brother. More than anything else in the world."
"But-"
"Let's not talk here," Hiro said, motioning to the bedroom, "Shuichi's in a fragile state of mind right now. If he wakes up and hears us talking about his past, he might actually lose it. I think Tohma is making some tea in the kitchen anyways."
Yuki slowly nodded, leaving the door open a little before heading down to his kitchen. Just as Hiro had said, Tohma was in his kitchen, preparing four cups of tea.
"The brat just passed out," Yuki said as he walked in and leaned on the counter, "I don't understand anything that's going on right now."
"I hope this isn't because of all the tours I've scheduled for you guys," Tohma sighed, "cause I don't think that I can cancel any of them."
"That's not it," Hiro shook his head, leaning against the wall, "Those two have never really got along. It's kinda a long story though."
"We've got time. Shu probably won't wake up for a couple of hours," Yuki mumbled, not really paying any mind to what he was saying.
'Shu?' Tohma and Hiro thought, 'He's finally starting to realize his feelings I guess.'
"Well, I met both of them when we were in 4th grade. Actually, I met Hitoshi first and we started playing together during recess," Hiro stated, "I probably should mention that the two of them are identical twins. Hitoshi hated it so much that as soon as he was allowed to, he started dying his hair black and other dark colors."
"Twins?" Tohma nearly gaped, "I'd never have guessed that. I just thought that Shuichi was the middle child."
"You knew he had a brother?" Yuki asked.
"You don't let anyone into a big company like NG without checking a person's background and that includes family members," Tohma stated, "You don't want someone who's dad or something is in jail for raping a ten year old. Bad publicity."
"Right," Hiro sighed, "Anyways, Hitoshi and I played nearly everyday during recess. Then one day, I made it out to the playground before Hitoshi did. That's when I spotted Shuichi, though I thought that it was Hitoshi. I ran up to him and covered his eyes. When he didn't guess that it was me, I told him he was cruel and a big stupid idiot. Then I turned around and saw Hitoshi. He was just looking strangely at me while Shuichi decided to look at his brother.
"He softly greeted his brother and slowly made his way towards the swings. When I asked Hitoshi what was going on, he just told me that Shuichi was his stupid twin brother. Well, he didn't really say it. It was more like he spat it out, coating it in deadly venom. Even then, Hitoshi hated his brother."
"Why?" Tohma and Yuki said in unison.
"Easy. Shuichi had been terminally ill for most of his childhood. Because of that, Shuichi's dad, who the boy's didn't really ever see, would always try to spoil him. But Shuichi didn't like that. All he had ever wanted was to be treated like everyone else. Not like something so fragile that he'd break at the simplest bits of bad luck. If he fell down, five teachers would come running up just to make sure he didn't break the skin. If he was sick, he got to stay in the classroom during recess and do whatever he wanted," Hiro explained, rubbing his face, "Soon, Shuichi learned to hate all of that. Though why now he insists upon it with you Yuki, I have no clue. He just does."
"So Hitoshi was always jealous how his brother got everything he wanted and he didn't," Tohma stated.
"No. Both Shuichi's dad and mom spoil Hitoshi a lot more than Shuichi," Hiro said, looking up at the ceiling, "Truth be told, I really don't know why Hitoshi hated Shuichi back then. I guess I always figured that he just hated him and there was nothing else to it."