A/N: I wrote this fic around 4 months ago lol I just never put it up. It's completed, but I'm gonna put it up in 2 parts xD

Warnings: Shounen ai. Boys liking boys. Obviously, considering this is a gravi fic :P Don't like, then don't read. No flames please.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Oh, and I kinda changed some stuff in gravi to suit my own evil purposes :D

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Lovers

Lovers.

There was something infinitely curious about that word, Yuki decided. He guessed that it must be because of all the romance novels he had written- the word must have been imprinted in his memory, or something like that.

It was most definitely not because the word had something to do with Shuichi.

Yet he still couldn't help the fact that every time he typed the damned word a mental image of a grinning Shuichi popped into his head.

Must be overstressed, Yuki thought stubbornly. Yes, that had to be it. There was no plausible reasoning.

Other than the possibility that he loved the annoying little brat.

Impossible.

It was really as simple as that.

Glaring at the offending word on the screen of his laptop, Yuki wondered vaguely what his lo- no, part- no, what his… flatmate was doing.

He's a flatmate with benefits. That's all. I didn't even want him to live here In the first place, Yuki growled inwardly.

The vocalist was the bane of his existence, the proof that he had some emotion in his otherwise empty shell.

"I hate him." Yuki growled out loud.

"Hate who?" and of course, the person in mention just had to enter the room at that very moment.

"I thought I told you not to come in here uninvited." the blond snapped.

A flicker of hurt and annoyance showed in the pink haired boy's eyes for a split second before disappearing. "I knocked. You didn't answer." he said shortly, shrugging. "Here are the beers you asked for anyway."

Shuichi placed two bottles on the table and left without saying another word.

Strange.

Very, very strange.

What was up with him? Yuki thought angrily, scowling at the door. Something bad happen to ruin his perfect world? he snorted and tried to think about his almost finished novel. It's none of my business anyway.

Shuichi glared at the shut door.

He loved Yuki, he truly did, with all his heart, but sometimes he really felt like ripping the man's guts out.

Right now was one of those times.

Why does he have to be so damn rude to me? I'm his lover for god's sake!

Shuichi blinked.

Lover. That sounded… nice.

Not that Yuki would think that.

Lover.

Shuichi frowned slightly. Well, he was technically Yuki's lover, though Yuki would never call him that in a million years. He'd probably call him something stupid like his flatmate. The singer snorted. It would be distinctly Yuki-ish.

But everyone knew they were lovers, so why couldn't the blond just accept it? And for that matter, why couldn't they just share the same bed?

That way I don't have to pack my bed up every morning only to unpack it again every night, Shuichi thought. Sighing, he leant back on the sofa and stared up at the ceiling.

He got the shock of his life when the phone suddenly began to ring. Jumping a foot in the air, the singer gave an almighty and very un-manly shriek before realising that it was just the phone.

Which was ringing.

Which meant that he had to pick it up.

Dragging his feet across the floor, Shuichi reluctantly picked up the phone. "Moshi moshi."

"Hey! Remember me?"

"Maiko! Of course I remember you, baka! How could I forget my own sister?" he grinned and flopped onto the sofa.

Maiko laughed on the other end of the line. "Glad to hear it 'niisan. Now when are you coming down to visit us?"

Shuichi winced. He hadn't exactly parted on the best terms with his parents, so he wasn't looking forward to seeing them again. "I can't, Maiko. Work's really busy at the moment." he lied.

"Oh." the disappointment in his little sister's voice nearly broke his resolve to never visit his parents again. He was just thinking about confessing that he didn't want to see them when Maiko spoke again. "That's okay! I'll just have to come and see you then, 'niisan!"

Shuichi choked. "V- visit me?" he laughed nervously, imagining all sorts of horrible scenes of Yuki and Maiko meeting each other for the first time.

They would probably end up in some sort of mutated bitch fight. He could visualise Maiko ripping Yuki's hair and shoving noodles up his nose all too vividly.

"Ummm… Are you sure that's a good idea, Maiko?" Shuichi asked, trying to sound offhand.

"Don't you want me to meet him?" Shuichi could hear the pout in her voice.

"It's not that I don't want to see you! The pink haired singer hastily assured her. "it's just that… well, Yuki's not exactly the nicest person you're ever going to meet." Shuichi warned.

"You're just over exaggerating Shu-chan!" Maiko laughed. "I'll be there tomorrow." and with those parting words she hung up.

"Imoutosan!" Shuichi yelled, but there was no answer. "Kuso!" he slammed he phone down.

"If you dare break it then you're going to pay for it, brat." Yuki snapped, emerging from his study.

Shuichi wondered how he was going to break the news to Yuki. "Ummm… Yuki?"

"What?" the blond demanded impatiently.

"Well, um…"

"I don't have all day, baka. Hurry the hell up."

"My sister's coming down for the weekend. Is that ok?" Shuichi blurted out.

Yuki stared at him as it sunk in. "Your sister is coming here?" he smirked. "This is my apartment, brat. I'll invite whoever the hell I want, when I want."

"I live here too!" Shuichi cried out, outraged.

"You are my-" Yuki broke off, unsure of how to finish. What would he call him? Boyfriend? Partner? Soul mate? Gods forbid, lover? "-partner, as degrading as that is." the blond sneered. "You are living here because you want to, not because I want you here. You might live here against my wishes, but you definitely don't run this place."

Shuichi knew that there were tears running down his cheeks, staining his otherwise flawless skin. That had hurt. That had really, really hurt.

When is he just going to accept that I'm a part of his life? Does he really want me to leave, or is it just some sort of act? Shuichi stifled a sob.

Yuki watched the vocalist cry, no emotions showing on his face. There was a faint flicker of something… pity? regret?…in his eyes.

"You- you don't meant that. You can't mean that." Shuichi gave a particularly loud hiccough.

"Of course I do." Yuki said coldly. "You're like a parasite. You do know what a parasite is, don't you?"

"Fucking bastard!" he hissed. "I hate you!"

"Then get out of my life, baka." Yuki said, not even a hint of an emotion in his voice.

He walked off, back to his study, without a glance at his… flatmate… Shuichi rubbed at cheeks furiously, trying to get rid of the tearstains, cursing his own weakness.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Surprised, Shuichi opened the door, and gave a yelp of surprise when he saw his sister standing there, bags in hand.

"Maiko! What the-"

"'niisan!" Maiko literally threw herself onto her older brother.

Shuichi landed around a metre away, back pressed against the ground, wincing as he felt several bruises start to form.

"Shu-chan! I haven't seen you in ages!" she semi-squealed, hugging him tightly. She suddenly turned serious. "I've really missed you. It hasn't been the same without you."

Shuichi smiled. "I've missed you too. And likewise, things just aren't the same without your quick thinking." he said, grinning.

Maiko swatted at him playfully. She was about to hug him again when she got a proper look at her brother and took in his tearstained cheeks, the bags under his eyes and how thin he had become.

She was about to ask him why he looked so unwell, but he started speaking before she got a chance to speak.

"Why are you here? I mean, why are you here now, not tomorrow? Not that I'm not glad or anything." he added, grinning mischievously.

"I wanted to surprise you, 'niisan." Maiko said happily. "That's why I wanted to make you believe I was coming tomorrow." she said, laughing.

"What the hell is wrong with you, baka?" Yuki demanded, leaving his study to find out what the source of all the commotion was.

His eyes widened slightly as he took in the scene before him- Shuichi lying on his back, with a girl straddling him.

"Hi!" the girl leapt up. "I'm Maiko, Shuichi's little sister. You must be Yu-"

"I thought I told you that she wasn't welcome here?" Yuki growled, ignoring Maiko's indignant gasp. "Get her out of my apartment. Now."

Maiko was horrified. Was this how her brother was treated when he was with his lover? Some lover this Yuki guy was!

Egocentric asshole more like, Maiko thought angrily, noticing how defeated Shuichi looked.

His shoulders were slumped, his eyes cast downward, full of despair and anger at himself.

"Not now Yuki…" the singer mumbled, hoping that Maiko didn't hear. "Not around my sister, please."

"What's going on?" Maiko demanded. "Shuichi, why is he treating you like this? You told us that he treated you well, that he was really nice to you!"

Yuki snorted. "Well he was obviously lying. Now get out."

She glared back at him. "Fine. Come on Shu-chan, we're leaving."

Yuki raised an eyebrow. "Why would the brat be leaving?"

"Look at him!" Maiko cried out, gesturing at her brother who looked at her in alarm.

"Huh?"

"I'm looking." Yuki said in a bored drawl. "So what?"

"He's so thin! What have you been doing, starving him? And those bags under his eyes! They never used to be there! And he looks so…depressed…"

"I'm not depressed!" Shuichi protested weakly.

"I don't like the idea of my brother living with you." Maiko finished off. "I'm taking you home now." she said to her stunned brother.

"Matte!" Yuki shouted as Maiko was halfway through dragging her brother out the door. "You can't just take him!"

"Why not?" Maiko demanded. Was that a flicker of fear in his eyes?

Maybe he does love my brother. Maybe he's just scared that he really is in love. Maybe this is his way of hiding his fear- by being so cold.

"H- he hasn't gone his belongings." Yuki finished lamely.

He can't go! If he goes, then I'll be alone… Yuki thought helplessly, before gathering his emotions together once more. It doesn't matter. It's not like I need him. I like being alone.

Maiko was watching him curiously, while Shuichi was staring at him hopefully.

"Doesn't matter." Yuki snapped. "I'll send them later. Now get out of my apartment!"

Maiko sighed. She had been wrong. Shoving Shuichi out the door, she hissed one last warning to the writer.

"Don't you dare come near Shuichi again."

Tbc…

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A/N: Review! Lol, again no flames cuz I just find them so pointless. The next chapter will be out soon.