Disclaimer: not mine.

a/n: I don't think I've seen this plotline before in the Gravitation fandom and so decided to play with it a little. It's AU but not really. I won't spoil much more, read on and enjoy!

Dedication: to all of my wonderful reviewers of Disillusionment. I know this isn't chapter 16, but hopefully it'll satisfy for a little bit while I work on an update!


FREE FALLING

soumanyon

Prologue

posted: June 21, 2005


The man leaned back in his wooden computer chair as he slipped his glasses off, letting them drop on the keyboard with a clatter. He pinched at the bridge of his nose; the glasses having been on for so long that they were getting extremely bothersome.

If he was actually typing and thus had reason to be concerned over typographical errors and such, he would have enlarged the text size on the screen. Even that bit of humiliating surrender would be better than putting those glasses back on.

But, whatever the excuse, the indisputable fact was that Yuki Eiri had once again been accosted by the worst writer's block known to man. Usually he would give up, close the laptop, and drink himself to oblivion either in the quiet of his home when he had enough beer in the fridge or in the dark corner of some bar, usually when he was looking for company for the night.

Today, however, getting wasted wasn't an option as the deadline of his much-awaited manuscript was the next day, or rather, later in the current day as it was already past midnight. In the morning, no doubt at some god-awful hour that shouldn't even exist, his insane editor would come barging in, knocking down the door to demand the large sheaf of papers that he had yet to produce.

Glancing at the clock, the man noted that it was plenty late already. Brushing long blond bangs out of his piercing gold eyes, he'd have to get it cut soon, Yuki stood up and subtly stretched out his long frame. Sitting too long in that hard wooden chair murdered his back, but he needed it to keep focused on his writing.

Lighting up a fresh cigarette, he periodically inhaled and exhaled, watching the tendrils of smoke drift up to a spot on the ceiling that was already darkened after months of smoke.

His eyes drifted slowly back to the clock as he debated going outside for a walk. Once in a while it helped with inspiration. It'd at least be better than lying restlessly in bed, alone.

Grunting, Yuki crushed the cigarette in the ash tray next to the laptop, which he shut with a click. His editor would just have to deal with his lateness again because he wasn't going to bother trying to get any more work done. And who knew what weirdoes would be out in a park so late at night?

Walking through the darkness of his home, Yuki left his study and headed over to his bedroom for a few hours of shut eye.


tbc...