A/N: So for all who know me, I'm obsessed with this anime and manga. I figured I could attempt to write a fanfic on my favorite gay couple….but I have no idea how it is going to turn out because I never plan things and I fail. Haha. Anyways bear with me, and enjoy!
Eiri Yuki sighed in frustration as he looked at the time on his laptop. A headache was forming in the back of his head, and it was forming fast. He rubbed his temples and pulled out a cigarette, intent on lighting it to release his tension. He closed his eyes and frowned. Shuichi was supposed to be home by now; the boy was hardly ever late. Yuki ran a hand through his golden blonde locks and sighed in frustration once more.
He pushed his office chair out of the desk, swiveling around simultaneously, and stood up. I need a drink. This house is too damn quiet. As he walked out to the kitchen to pour himself some wine, he cracked a small smile. It wasn't too long ago that he wanted the house to be quiet. It was still fresh in his memory how he found Shuichi annoying and childish. Now he couldn't live without him. He rolled his eyes and put out his cigarette, replacing one addiction with another as he sipped his wine. His eyes flitted to the clock on the microwave oven and he sighed yet again. Where was he?
Another hour passed. Yuki's eyes narrowed and he crossed his house swiftly in search of his phone. I don't care what the hell he's doing. I'm calling him. I'm tired of not seeing him around anymore. His fingers dialed his lover's number, eyes narrowing in irritation. The phone rang and he waited for Shuichi to pick up when he heard the front door fly open and crash into the wall.
"YUUUUKIIIIIII!"
Yuki turned on his heel, his heart exploding. He walked out to the living room, his face cool and indifferent, but inside, he was a whirl of emotion. He's home, thank god. Three weeks was too long. But my wall's ruined…again. Thanks a lot. And does he have to say my name like that? Idiot.
He looked down at the pink-haired boy with hardened golden eyes. "It's about time you got home."
Shuichi stared back into Yuki's eyes and he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, we got caught up in the studio after we got back. Mr. K wanted to have an emergency meeting about our next tour."
Yuki blinked and his eyes narrowed in confusion. "Another tour? Didn't you just get back from one?"
Shuichi sighed and looked down, clearly torn. "I know," he said in a hushed, defeated voice. His eyes saddened, focused on the floor. He couldn't bring himself to look at Yuki when he had that expression on his face. "It's just…we've been so busy lately because of how popular the band's gotten." He chanced a peek at Yuki, who was looking away from him. His heart sunk. "I—"
"How long?"
Shuichi blinked. "Eh…what?"
Yuki snapped his head back to look at Shuichi, making him recoil slightly. "I said how long will you be gone this time?"
"Oh…" Shuichi sighed again and bit his lip. His hair flopped into his eyes, but he made no indication of brushing it aside. "Well, I…We'll be leaving in a week for two months. It's a world tour."
Yuki felt his heart sink. Two months without Shuichi? He could barely handle three weeks now. "Oh, I see." He walked away from Shuichi, hiding his look of disappointment. He stopped by the doorway of his study to say something, but he stopped himself, not wanting a fight to begin at the moment. Instead, he silently retreated inside and closed the door.
Shuichi felt tears well up in his eyes and he reached out as if to stop Yuki but he dropped it when the door closed. He hugged his arms and bit his lip again, chewing on it. Damn it all…you're not the only one it's affecting. He glanced up at the door, his eyebrows slightly contracted in irritation. Eyes flashing with determination, he walked over to the door and knocked on it firmly. "Yuki, answer me!"
Silence.
He pounded on the door again. "Yuki! Yuki, open the door!" He raised his fist once more to pound on the cherry wood barrier but his eyes widened when he felt soft yet firm flesh. He looked up to see a furious Eiri Yuki meeting his gaze.
"I closed the door for a reason. Why the hell are you still bothering me?" He crossed his arms and his jaw clenched, making Shuichi recoil again but this time, he held his ground.
"If you think this is me 'bothering you', then there's a big problem. You're not the only one this is hurting. Did you ever think about my feelings in this?" His blue-green eyes filled with pain as tears welled up in them, but he willed himself not to cry. He wouldn't make himself feel weak this time around.
Yuki laughed once, the sound filled with bitterness. "If this is hurting you so much, then why don't you just stop doing it? Why don't you just stay home and be with me like you originally wanted?"
"Because it's my dream!" Shuichi felt his heart break, finally unable to stop himself from crying. Tears flooded out of his eyes. Why is he doing this? Why is he acting like this? "You're seriously asking me to give up my lifelong dream? Yeah, I wanna stay with you, but would you rather me be miserable? I don't just ask you to give up your career for me! That's not fair."
Yuki shook his head. "My career allows me to be here. With you. It doesn't ever interfere and tear me away. Don't give me that." He dropped his arms, looking away from his crying lover. Everything inside him was telling him to give up and hug and comfort Shuichi but he refrained. He wasn't about to back down on this. "Besides, whoever said life was fair anyway?"
He turned back around, facing away from Shuichi. He couldn't bear to look at him anymore. He took a step forward, wanting to retreat into his study when he felt a soft yet firm hand clutch onto his shirt. He looked down, his hair flopping into his eyes.
Shuichi's grip tightened on Yuki's shirt as he looked down at the ground, his tears staining the wood paneling. "Why are you being so selfish? Isn't it enough that I love you? Isn't it enough that I want to be with you? I thought we were past this. You knew this was going to happen. I warned you. I can't just stop going on tours. It's not just me here. I'd be letting down my band members and my fans. I can't do that. We'll make it work, I pr—"
Yuki yanked himself away roughly, his shirt ripping slightly, but he ignored it. "Fine. I see how it is. You want to impress other people so bad? Then go impress them. But don't come crying to me when you miss me. In fact, I—" He hesitated for a brief moment, attempting not to get choked up by this. "Maybe it's best if you and I had just never met." With that, he walked into his office, leaving Shuichi standing there with a horrified yet defeated expression on his face.
