Hello again, everyone!
Wow, it's been a long time since I've posted anything! ^_^* Oh wellÉ I doubt anyone missed me.
Newayz, this is my first Gravitation fic, and I really don't have a plan of where to go with it, so it might just end up being a oneshot. Or maybe notÉ ^_~ \/
Oh, by the way, if anyone could possibly tell me where I can find the Gravitation Remix doujinshi on the Ônet, I would be eternally grateful!
Warnings: bastardized Yuki (don't get me wrong, I love Yuki, I just think he's a major bitch to Shuichi), depressed Shuichi, some harsh language, and other random stuff.
Disclaimer: Gravitation belongs to Maki Murakami and lots of other people that I don't care to mention right now. This is a work of fiction fueled by extreme boredom, and written for my personal entertainment only. I am not making any money off of this, but if I was, I'd be freakishly happy. _
Why is he so mean to me? What did I ever do to him? I give him my body and soul, and he just walks all over me. It can't just be because I'm a guy; he doesn't seem to mind that when he's fucking me. And that's all it is; there's no love in it; it's all for his pleasure, and his alone. It's just mindless screwing. Usually he doesn't even prepare me first; sometimes I'm even bleeding when he's done. I can't remember the last time he kissed me during sex, or any other time recently, for that matter.
This sucks. I mean, I really do love him with all my heart, but sometimes it seems like he just keeps me around to use as a plaything. Whenever I tell him I love him, he just ignores me or calls me a brat. Basically, he treats me like crap. Like, last night he stayed up Ôtill five trying to meet a deadline, so later this morning I made him breakfast and brought it to him in bed. First he glares at me, and then he takes a bite. He swallows, and then announces, "This tastes like dog shit." Then he got up and made his own breakfast. That really hurt. I mean, I know I'm not the world's best cook, but I do my best, and he could at least try to show some appreciation.
I don't even know why I love him anymore. My brain tells me to leave him, but my heart won't let meÉit tells me to give him another chance, but he's already had thousands of chances. But then, I suppose one more couldn't hurt, could it? I just don't know how much more of this I can take
~March 22, 2004
Righto, I really hope someone out there liked that, and I would really appreciate it if that person could leave a review. Also, if you have any constructive criticism, flames, whatever, please send Ôem in! As I said before, I may or may not continue this, but that varies greatly on the feedback I get. Thanks for reading!