Summary- AU YS Yuki meets a mute musician and begins to fall for him, but Shuichi Shindou has his own secrets to keep. Set in New York and major cast changes. AU
Warnings- Rape, suicide talk, sex, and bad language, major AU
Disclaimer-Not mine at all, but I wish Yuki was mine….
Bold sign language
Italics written
Hear My Cry
Yuki
Yuki stared at his computer screen and lit a cigarette. This wasn't his best work and he knew it. He watched the cursor fly backward erasing all of his rambling. His editor would not be pleased when she took a look at the utter lack of progress he'd been making. Deciding that he needed some air, he threw on a light jacket and walked down the city streets to Central park.
There were a few loving couples strolling around in the late autumn evening, but other than that the place was deserted. The street lights gave the place a glow about it. He'd written quiet a few novels that took place in this kind of setting. Maybe he was out here looking for inspiration, or maybe he was just tired of trying to force things that weren't there. Whatever it was, he felt compelled to walk the paths.
Suddenly, a piece of paper fluttered by him in the wind. A young man with pink hair ran after it, but Yuki picked it up first. He skimmed the messy handwriting and scoffed at the juvenile lines of an unfinished song. "Did you write this?"
The boy's eyes were large, but he said nothing, simply nodded his head.
"This is terrible. You should quit before anyone else hears this shit," Yuki said letting it drop back to the ground.
Yuki's insult seemed to really hurt the kid, and he almost looked like he was going to say something, but he just stood there. Yuki walked off and left the kid to his pathetic love song. He really didn't know why he said what he did.
Shuichi
Shuichi couldn't believe that anyone could be so harsh. He just stared at the blonde haired man in shock. He wasn't sure he would have been able to do more than that, even if he could speak. The man's steps echoed through the empty park as he walked away. Shuichi could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. Maybe Hiro had been wrong when he told him he was going to be a great song writer.
Picking up the tattered, dirty piece of paper, and clutched it to his chest. He began the long cold walk to his dorm room. Hiro was already asleep when he opened the door, and it was probably for the best. He didn't think he could stand another pep talk about his writing.
It wasn't that Shuichi wasn't happy—he really was. Normally, he was bouncing off walls with his quirky, excitably personality. People who didn't know him thought he was weird. His over the top emotions made some a little uneasy, but it was the best way for him to get his point across. On the other hand, his friends knew him well enough to take his antics with a grain of salt. They saw him for who he really was, and they would all agree that he shouldn't worry about rude assholes like the guy in the park.
But why did his words hurt so badly? It wasn't like his opinion mattered for anything. Who was he to judge his song? Shuichi sighed and flopped down on his bed. He began to drift to sleep still pouting.
He was awakened the next morning by sound of his roommate's alarm clock. Sitting up, he picked up a shoe and tossed it at the still sleeping Hiro. "OUCH! What's your problem?"
Shuichi rolled his eyes and pointed to the alarm clock. Hiro hit the thing to shut it up, and rubbed his head. "Why did you set it so early?" he demanded in sign.
"Because we have to meet the new singer," the red haired boy reminded him.
It was a touchy subject, and Shuichi couldn't help but wince when he thought of someone else singing "HIS" songs. Hiro and Shuichi had been a two man techno band in high school, with Shuichi as the lead singer. They had only been freshmen, but everyone agreed that they had real talent, especially Shuichi. His voice was amazing. Then something tragic happened. It all started with a sore throat. At first, it didn't even hurt that bad, but then it just wouldn't go away. From there out, everything happened in the blink of an eye. The doctors told him that he had throat cancer, and had to do emergency surgery to save his life. Unfortunately, saving his life meant sacrificing his vocal chords. For months, he would cry silently, wishing he had died.
That was six years ago. At twenty-one, Shuichi had adjusted. He'd learned sign, and gotten used to writing notes when he had to. His bubbly personality had resurfaced. And he hadn't given up on his dream. It began when he started to learn more musical instruments. He started with the guitar, taught by Hiro. It was a way for him to vent all of the frustrations that had built up inside of him. After that, he just kept going. A year ago, he began writing songs again. Hiro had nearly fallen over when Shuichi handed him a new song. It meant that he was finally ready to give up on his broken dreams of singing and take his place at the keyboard. But that didn't make this easy.
When he combined all of his own insecurities with last night's insults, he wasn't at all sure he wanted to go through with this. "I don't feel so good."
"You're going if I have to drag you!"
Letting out a heavy sigh, Shuichi got dressed and picked up his pad. It wasn't likely that the singer would know sign.
They were to meet him at a small restaurant in Soho. Finding an outside table, Shuichi sullenly sipped a cup of tea.