Authors note: Hello again Ladies and Gents! After the seventh time of editing this one story, I am finally starting to post it. (Check this out, a story a week xD)
Little on this story: I was listening to this CD my friend gave me a few weeks back, and I wanted more from the band. So I googled the band and found more music and ran across this song named "Shot" – Really good song. Next thing I knew, the second time I heard the song this scene started playing and I had to write it down.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or any characters in this story.
The sun finally began to disappear behind the buildings of Tokyo. Shuichi bright purple eyes shined as he watched the beautiful sun set. The window he stood at let in all the light that lingered in the room. "Amazing…" he gasped, placing his hands on the window.
"I hope you like this, Shu" Eiri whispered into the teen's ear as he wrapped his arms around his waist. "Remember this is your birthday present, my love" he continued, kissing the musicians neck. After a few seconds, his lips lingered in one spot, sucking hard as if trying to draw blood.
"Yuki…" Shuichi moaned, his hands pushing on the glass to keep him from melting.
"Hush, cutie" Eiri commanded.
Cutie…? Since when does Yuki say nice things? Shuichi thought, feeling the blonds' hands go lower, deeper into his shorts. "Yuki…"
"Shh… Just let me do this for you Hun" he laughed softly. "You will feel a lot better when I'm done, I promise you that."
Surprise appeared in Shuichi's eyes for a second, before he closed them tight. It finally came to him; this is why Eiri had wanted to get a hotel room tonight of all nights. Taking one last deep breath, the teen began to turn to face his lover when ….
CRASH!
Holding Shuichi close, Eiri turned his head enough to see a man walk in the room.
"Who is it…?" Shuichi whispered not being able to see around the man holding him. Eiri pulled him closer, not letting go or letting him see who it was who had ruined his dream.
"Shuichi" Eiri began yelling.
Opening his mouth to reply, the singer noticed he had no voice.
"Shuichi" Eiri yelled again.
Wait… That's not Yuki… The voice lacked all passion from just a moment ago.
He started to shake. Violent shaking ran threw him. Was it fear? Was Eiri clenching him that tightly?
"Wake up Shuichi!" The male voice yelled again.
A ring ran threw the room. No not a ring. A bang, like someone had just fired a gun.
"Yuki!" Shuichi yelled, shooting forward.
"Finally" Suguru said from the keyboard in the corner.
Looking around, he soon noticed he was in the studio. Slowly, Hiro explained what had just accrued. He had passed out in the recoding booth, during the intro to one of their new songs.
"You scared us" Hiro commented, taking a seat next to his friend. The boy looked down as he threw is legs off the couch, "Issues in paradise?"
"No… Why?"
"You just kept saying his name while you slept."
No reply.
Sighing, Hiro placed his hand on his friends' forehead. "You my friend, have a fever."
"Maybe…" he closed his eyes. "I think I will just go home."
"I'll give you a ride home; don't want you dyeing on the way there." Hiro smiled standing.
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Eiri sat typing in his study. Every few sentences he would look over at the calendar on his wall. In huge letters, on April 16, Shuichi had written "My Birthday!" In smaller letters in the corner of the same box he himself had noted that he had a deadline.
Taking a break from his typing, he laid back in the plush chair. That had been an interesting day. He had actually been trying to take an honest break to give his lover some time with him, when Shuichi began flipping out.
"Yuki" he yelled, running out into the living room. "You have a deadline on my birthday" he still held the red and blue markers uncapped tight in his hand and tears ran down his face.
"Deadlines come first, brat" he spoke coldly, taking a puff of the cigarette.
"Cant you finish early? Like the day before… I'll leave you alone the whole day to work, I promise!" he begged, sitting on the floor next to the man on the couch. Waiting for a reply, he laid his head on Eiri's left leg.
Eiri set his hand on his lovers cheek, pulling both closer. "Deadlines come first" he repeated, pushing his lips to his young loves.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose he sighed. Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines. That's all it ever was for him.
Scooting the chair forward, he reached for his glasses. Putting them back on, he read over the last sentence. Within just seconds he was typing again as if he had never stopped. Words and idea's flew threw his mind, quickly landing on the document in some shape or form.
Pausing, he swore he heard it. His hands hovered inches above his keyboard, as he tried to listen. The sound of plastic sliding on the wooden floor echoed threw the empty apartment; closer and closer to the door.
Looking over at the door, Eiri's eyes almost fell out. He hadn't locked the door. His little pain was about to waltz right in and drive him mad, because he forgot to turn the small thumb lock.
The shuffling sound became louder and louder. Knowing he wouldn't get anything else done, he hit save and closed his computer as he heard a knob moving.
Closing his eyes, he waited in the momentary peace. 3...2...1… he counted as he heard the squeak from a door. Turning in his chair, he opened his eyes to see a small surprise: Shuichi wasn't standing there. He was no where to be seen.
Confused, Eiri stood. As he took off his glasses, he heard the sound of a door closing. Concern took over his normally cold eyes. His brother-in-law Tohma would never let Shuichi leave this early while they were working on a CD. Even if some type of miracle did arise, he still would have gotten a call from the slave driving boss.
Opening the door, he stepped out. "Shuichi," Eiri called out just to receive no reply. Looking around he mapped out the house.
Ok, he had to of walked across the floor and at least stopped right here; I wouldn't have been able to hear him in there if he had stopped sooner.
Let's see… I left the bathroom door open, and it still is. For some reason, I doubt he would go into the closet and hide there; but that would be a nice surprise. He thought, looking around. So then the last place left… he turned to the bedroom door.
Reaching his left hand out, he opened the door slowly. Looking around the room, he noticed the moving lump in the middle of the bed. Too easy Eiri smiled, crawling onto the bed. Moving slowly, he crawled over the small boy. He's shivering… Eiri thought, seeing the heap of blankets moving slightly.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. "Shu," he said as he laid on the teen.
Shuichi started mumbling from under the blankets.
"What?"
"Get off!" The singer yelled, trying his hardest to push the adult off of him. [Say: I'm sorry, small comment: That just sounds wrong; from teen to adult. Ok, I'm done, promise].
"Excuse me? Whose bed are you in?" Eiri said in his normal, cold tone.
"Please Yuki… I'm not in the mood" Shuichi said weakly.
Hesitant, Eiri rolled off the boy and lay next to him, facing him. After waiting a second, he pulled the blankets off the boy. Shock ran threw the blonds face, making him even more pale then normal. "Shu… What's wrong babe?" he asked in a whispered tone.
Shuichi looked at him with sad, empty eyes. "I'm sick" he whispered. The bags under his eyes seem to grow bigger and deeper with every second.
"Can I get you anything?"
The pink haired boy shook his head slowly, pulling the blanket back over his head. Silently Eiri moved closer to the boy, crating him in his arms. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine; I'll talk to Tohma so you won't have to work until your better."
"Yuki…" Shuichi whimpered.
"Hm…?"
"Never mind, go work on your book" he replied.
"Once you fall asleep I will"
Small weeping came from the pile of blankets. After a second more shacking erupted from the teen.
Sitting up, Eiri shook his head. Pulling the blanket off the teen, he paused. Tears were racing out of his closed eyes faster then a river; it almost seemed like he was trying to hide the fact he was crying.
Sighing, Eiri took a deep breath. "Tell no one" he said, as he picked up the scared boy.
"Yuki..." Shuichi whispered, eyes opening enough to see his lover pulling him closer.
"I don't know what's making you so sad, but I won't have it. Stop crying, or get out" his voice was back to his normal coldness, as he pulled the teen closer to his chest.
Should I tell him…? No, I can't. But … He sees me cry and I don't want him mad at me. Shuichi pushed his head deeper into the novelist's chest. Please don't leave me…