Author's Note: This is my third fanfic and my first Gravitation fic, so please read and review, tell me if it's good, bad or whatever. Constructive criticism welcome!
Chapter one: The thoughts start flowing through
Yuki Eiri sat in his study, as usual, staring at his computer screen. He was sitting back a bit, thinking up the next part of the current novel he was working on. He leaned forward and typed in after having a sudden idea. He was doing very well, until he heard a low slamming of his front door and a lot of sobbing. He looked to the door and expected Shuichi to walk in and cry all over him. Needless to say the door exploded open and a wet and tear-stricken Shuichi came roaring in and almost knocked Yuki to the floor with the sheer force of the hug Shuichi gave him. Shuichi lay next to Yuki, as he rested his head on Yuki's chest and sobbed his heart out. Yuki could be seen twitching, until he pushed Shuichi off of him with sheer force. Yuki regained his computer chair and Shuichi immediately forced himself upon Yuki's lap, much to the irritation of Yuki.
"What the hell is wrong with you this time?" Yuki shouted. Shuichi sniffed.
"Hiro told me that I should break up with you and he was being really mean and-and-and we got into a massive argument about it. He really hurt my feelings. Waaaaaaaaaah," Shuichi cried. Yuki rubbed his forehead with the bottom of his palm.
"Is that all? Why don't you go do something more useful, you damn brat. I'm trying to work here," Yuki said, in an irritable voice. Shuichi looked at Yuki with big sad eyes.
"But Yuki! I want to spend time with you! Come on Yuki, come on Yuki Yuki please, Yuki?" Shuichi asked, in a high-pitched voice. Yuki started getting angrier and a vein pulsed in his forehead angrily.
"Get out, now!" Yuki shouted. Shuichi looked on the verge of tears again and held onto him for dear life. Yuki lost it and stood up, walking to the door and throwing Shuichi out into the living room. Shuichi stared at the door for a long time, but he was too afraid to try entering again. He lay on the couch and cried silently, in shaky sobs.
Yuki sat and calmed down in the study and he stared at his work so far, while listening to the small sounds of his lover crying his heart out. He placed his face in his hands and shook his head. He heard Shuichi's voice go through his head.
'Yuki! I lov-,' He remembered, as the image of him hitting the boy over the head came back to him. He remembered the countless times Shuichi told him that he loved him. This made Yuki blush slightly and he shook his head, trying not to get all sentimental.
'Love? I couldn't love that brat, surely? He's annoying, he's so stupid. Why would I love him?' Yuki thought to himself. The noise in the living room had stopped. Yuki sighed and got up, walking into the living room. Shuichi had fallen asleep, kneeling on the floor, arms crossed on the sofa. Yuki walked slowly over to where he was sleeping. He knew once Shuichi fell asleep, it took a while for him to wake up. He sighed and picked him up, laying him properly onto the sofa and covering him with a blanket. He walked into the kitchen and took out a can of beer, returning to his study.
He sat back down and took a sip from his beer; thinking back to all of the moments he'd chucked-or tried to chuck-Shuichi out of his house. When he was not there, somehow Yuki remembered his feelings of loneliness without the brat. Every time Shuichi returned to the house again, somehow relief fell upon him. Yuki sighed and lent back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.
"You damn brat, putting me through all these stupid emotions," Yuki said, slightly angry, slightly submissive. He threw his empty beer can into the bin and stood up, saving his work and turning the computer off. He looked at the picture of Shuichi and himself on their first date. A slight blush made its way to Yuki's cheeks, but he shook his head of it and left the room, taking himself to bed.
The next day, Shuichi woke up and saw that he was sleeping on the couch, rather than the odd kneeling position he last remembered he was in. He looked towards Yuki's door for a while. He stretched and got up, wondering to the kitchen to find some cereal. He managed to tip over a few things in the process of getting cereal. He stared down at the mess of milk, flour and eggs (how he did this, is beyond mortal knowledge) with a look of horror. He quickly mopped the milk up and got rid of the eggs. He ate his cereal and ran out of the kitchen. Past a suspicious looking Yuki.