Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation.I really don't own anything.even the
computer I'm on is my parent's.don't sue, I'm broke.
Yaoi (obviously, it's Gravitation) with mature content soon. Or as soon as I get around to writing it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yuki sat in front of his computer screen, staring blankly at his story's most recent chapter. How ironic that he, of all possible people, ended up writing of people's expression of undying love and commitment.
In the other room Shuichi was doing an interview for some TV station or another so Yuki got up to see how his pink-haired lover was doing alone in front of the camera.
From the hallway where he now stood he could see Shuichi clearly on the couch, with the back of the camera and interviewer - a woman from the length of her hair - towards him. Good, they wouldn't request a double interview if they thought he was busy.
"So," the woman asked conversationally, "When did you first realize that you love guys?"
Yuki was surprised at how foreward the woman was. He was also surprised that the voice seemed familiar to him..
Shuichi stayed calm and smiled as he answered her sweetly, "I don't love guys, I love Yuki."
"And what would you do if Yuki broke up with you?" she asked calmly
Looking at his lover, Yuki sighed. He knew what was next. It ruined so many perfectly good interviews. And cameras.
Shuichi promptly burst into tears. The woman started and the cameraman zoomed in on Shuichi's face. "Why would you say something like that?" Shuichi sobbed.
This is my cue, I guess. unless the whole world wants to see my lover crying like a baby. Yuki strode into the room, ignoring the woman and cameraman entirely as he headed for Shuichi. When Shuichi saw him, he perked up instantly. "Yuki!" he shrieked and threw his arms around Yuki's neck, pressing his lips against Yuki's enthusiastically.
"Hey" Yuki interrupted softly, pulling away, "Why don't you go calm down and dry your eyes." Shuichi nodded and skipped off to the bathroom to look in a mirror.
"Sorry about that." Yuki started, "Would you like a drink?" He asked as he headed for the fridge. He knew what was next; reporters were all interchangeable and predictable.
"Could we possibly interview you Eiri-san?" she asked hesitantly as he opened his beer. He still hadn't looked at her, almost afraid of who the owner of the voice that tweaked his mind was.
"Sorry, but your camera doesn't appear to be working." He said as he poured his beer all over the equipment, then promptly lit a match and dropped it on the alcohol-coated camera, sending it up in flames instantly.
The cameraman yelled and had a fit, screaming incoherently at everyone, as the woman just stared unbelieving alternately at the camera, then at Yuki.
"Let me help you out of my house." Yuki said hospitably, grabbing them both by an arm, "though in all fairness I don't remember letting you in." With that he led them both into the hall and dropped them there before returning to his home.
Grabbing the camera (extinguished by now) carefully he headed for the balcony. When he saw the disgruntled pair leaving he dropped the camera - after removing the tape - down over the railing to crash beside them. He then turned to get another beer. He really needed a drink.
Yaoi (obviously, it's Gravitation) with mature content soon. Or as soon as I get around to writing it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yuki sat in front of his computer screen, staring blankly at his story's most recent chapter. How ironic that he, of all possible people, ended up writing of people's expression of undying love and commitment.
In the other room Shuichi was doing an interview for some TV station or another so Yuki got up to see how his pink-haired lover was doing alone in front of the camera.
From the hallway where he now stood he could see Shuichi clearly on the couch, with the back of the camera and interviewer - a woman from the length of her hair - towards him. Good, they wouldn't request a double interview if they thought he was busy.
"So," the woman asked conversationally, "When did you first realize that you love guys?"
Yuki was surprised at how foreward the woman was. He was also surprised that the voice seemed familiar to him..
Shuichi stayed calm and smiled as he answered her sweetly, "I don't love guys, I love Yuki."
"And what would you do if Yuki broke up with you?" she asked calmly
Looking at his lover, Yuki sighed. He knew what was next. It ruined so many perfectly good interviews. And cameras.
Shuichi promptly burst into tears. The woman started and the cameraman zoomed in on Shuichi's face. "Why would you say something like that?" Shuichi sobbed.
This is my cue, I guess. unless the whole world wants to see my lover crying like a baby. Yuki strode into the room, ignoring the woman and cameraman entirely as he headed for Shuichi. When Shuichi saw him, he perked up instantly. "Yuki!" he shrieked and threw his arms around Yuki's neck, pressing his lips against Yuki's enthusiastically.
"Hey" Yuki interrupted softly, pulling away, "Why don't you go calm down and dry your eyes." Shuichi nodded and skipped off to the bathroom to look in a mirror.
"Sorry about that." Yuki started, "Would you like a drink?" He asked as he headed for the fridge. He knew what was next; reporters were all interchangeable and predictable.
"Could we possibly interview you Eiri-san?" she asked hesitantly as he opened his beer. He still hadn't looked at her, almost afraid of who the owner of the voice that tweaked his mind was.
"Sorry, but your camera doesn't appear to be working." He said as he poured his beer all over the equipment, then promptly lit a match and dropped it on the alcohol-coated camera, sending it up in flames instantly.
The cameraman yelled and had a fit, screaming incoherently at everyone, as the woman just stared unbelieving alternately at the camera, then at Yuki.
"Let me help you out of my house." Yuki said hospitably, grabbing them both by an arm, "though in all fairness I don't remember letting you in." With that he led them both into the hall and dropped them there before returning to his home.
Grabbing the camera (extinguished by now) carefully he headed for the balcony. When he saw the disgruntled pair leaving he dropped the camera - after removing the tape - down over the railing to crash beside them. He then turned to get another beer. He really needed a drink.