Disclaimer: Gravitation does not belong to me! It belongs to God-
knows-who-could-be-alien-for-all-I-cared.If I did own Gravitation though,
eheheheheheheheheheheh, Tohma will suffer!!!! Whahahahhahahahahahahahahah.
*Ahem, attention everyone! This one goes out to all those who read and reviewed my "Come Back!", namely the beautiful, gorgeous, lovely, esoteric, cool, and ADORABLE Misura, VioletBlindGame, Robin Gurl, Pippin and her plushie, Rg, and Panatlantic. Love you guys so much it hurts my head. Oh wait.I just got hit with a basketball.-_____-;; And to Violet, you'll get your lemon soon enough; best check back somewhere in the next two days from the published date of this chapter. Muahahahhahahahahahahahaha Oho, and Robin Gurl, plushieeeeeeeeee.
This chapter is only in Yuki's POV, Shuichi has no say..Gomen radical Shuichi fans.
ENJOY!
It has to be well past midnight already. Usually I fell asleep hours ago, but tonight I don't feel like closing my eyes. I don't want to, I wanted to think. Shuichi peacefully slept beside me, his eyes were still puffy from crying and his expression looked pitiful. I still can see the images of the afternoon's reunion so clearly in my head. He clung to me and cried like a child whose mother is leaving him. He begged me not to leave him again. I had no intention to, since it was I that came crawling back wasn't it? That fear of losing him forever still left a trace in my soul, mingling together with my own old wound that I thought would close but never did. I've felt lonely after the real Yuki's death, but that loneliness was nothing compared to what I felt when I left this sleeping idiot beside me. I've become dependent on this boy for my peace of soul. What a strange turn of event. The infamous cold-hearted playboy Yuki Eiri showing weaknesses. If anyone know, I would become the laughing stock of the century.
How could I became so vulnerable like this?
Even when he slept, his hand grasped my shirt tightly at the helm and refused to let go. I needed a drink. I supposed I could pry his hands off with force but I didn't want to wake him. Oh wait, I had a buttoned pj over my tee. Simple solution.
When I got back from the kitchen, he was sitting up on the bed, hands clutching my pj top. His back hunched over in a weary manner and I sensed something was wrong.
In three slow steps I reached the bed and asked him what was wrong. He looked up; tears streamed down his face when he saw me. In an instant, his arms were around my waist again. This time he didn't sobbed aloud, just quietly sniffled.
"I thought you left me," he surprised me with his shaking voice.
I sighed and softened. My hands found their ways onto his shoulders and gradually my arms circled and drew his head closer to my chest. It was a rare intimate action that I've never shown to anyone before, not even my family. What made him different?
"Baka," I breathed into his obscene pink mop that he called hair, "what made you think I would do that?" I paused then added, "I came back didn't I?"
He lifted his head to look at me. Suddenly he grabbed my neck to pull me down closer. Before I knew what was happening, I felt his soft lips on mine.
It was quick and sweet, a feeling that I've found out that I liked it.
His blue eyes looked into mine, so deep that I thought they were trying to pull my soul out.
"Please stay with me," he pleaded, "please, Yuki."
Such a request that I hesitated to comply yet I can't bring myself to say no. I don't want to see him cry again. I've hurt him so much already. I want to make amend. It's selfish but I want him to be mine. Only he could erase the healing scars in my soul and anchor me to the world of sanity. His crazy antics, his goofy happy-go-lucky attitude, and his undying devotion for me had became a part of my memories, my life. I don't want to be in darkness again. Only he could lead me to the light.
Like I said before, I've become dependent on him. It's so strange, I'm almost afraid of it.
But, somehow, having his arms around me felt natural and right.
"As long as you want to," I replied, unable to hide my infrequent smile.
He cried and laughed at the same time. "Thank you, Yuki," was all he said before tightening his embrace.
About fifteen seconds later, I realized that I needed to breathe. He was squeezing the wind out of me. The damn fool doesn't know how to control his own strength. Talking didn't work so I had no choice but to elbowed him on the head. He cried childishly and called me a meanie; the old Shuichi was creeping back.
Such an idiotic and unromantic ending.
TBC VAMP: Ehehehheeheheheheheheheheh.Watchout Shu-chan.Next chapter, you're the meal dish. muahahhahahhahahah
SHU: *whimper* Yuki.help~~~~~~~~
YUKI: *calmly smokes* Blah.None of my business. Beside, if I offend the "almighty VAMP-sama, she might turn me into a ballerina or sumthin.:
VAMP: Wow, Yuki-chan is smart *applaud*
YUKI: -__-.
SHU: x . x;
*Ahem, attention everyone! This one goes out to all those who read and reviewed my "Come Back!", namely the beautiful, gorgeous, lovely, esoteric, cool, and ADORABLE Misura, VioletBlindGame, Robin Gurl, Pippin and her plushie, Rg, and Panatlantic. Love you guys so much it hurts my head. Oh wait.I just got hit with a basketball.-_____-;; And to Violet, you'll get your lemon soon enough; best check back somewhere in the next two days from the published date of this chapter. Muahahahhahahahahahahahaha Oho, and Robin Gurl, plushieeeeeeeeee.
This chapter is only in Yuki's POV, Shuichi has no say..Gomen radical Shuichi fans.
ENJOY!
It has to be well past midnight already. Usually I fell asleep hours ago, but tonight I don't feel like closing my eyes. I don't want to, I wanted to think. Shuichi peacefully slept beside me, his eyes were still puffy from crying and his expression looked pitiful. I still can see the images of the afternoon's reunion so clearly in my head. He clung to me and cried like a child whose mother is leaving him. He begged me not to leave him again. I had no intention to, since it was I that came crawling back wasn't it? That fear of losing him forever still left a trace in my soul, mingling together with my own old wound that I thought would close but never did. I've felt lonely after the real Yuki's death, but that loneliness was nothing compared to what I felt when I left this sleeping idiot beside me. I've become dependent on this boy for my peace of soul. What a strange turn of event. The infamous cold-hearted playboy Yuki Eiri showing weaknesses. If anyone know, I would become the laughing stock of the century.
How could I became so vulnerable like this?
Even when he slept, his hand grasped my shirt tightly at the helm and refused to let go. I needed a drink. I supposed I could pry his hands off with force but I didn't want to wake him. Oh wait, I had a buttoned pj over my tee. Simple solution.
When I got back from the kitchen, he was sitting up on the bed, hands clutching my pj top. His back hunched over in a weary manner and I sensed something was wrong.
In three slow steps I reached the bed and asked him what was wrong. He looked up; tears streamed down his face when he saw me. In an instant, his arms were around my waist again. This time he didn't sobbed aloud, just quietly sniffled.
"I thought you left me," he surprised me with his shaking voice.
I sighed and softened. My hands found their ways onto his shoulders and gradually my arms circled and drew his head closer to my chest. It was a rare intimate action that I've never shown to anyone before, not even my family. What made him different?
"Baka," I breathed into his obscene pink mop that he called hair, "what made you think I would do that?" I paused then added, "I came back didn't I?"
He lifted his head to look at me. Suddenly he grabbed my neck to pull me down closer. Before I knew what was happening, I felt his soft lips on mine.
It was quick and sweet, a feeling that I've found out that I liked it.
His blue eyes looked into mine, so deep that I thought they were trying to pull my soul out.
"Please stay with me," he pleaded, "please, Yuki."
Such a request that I hesitated to comply yet I can't bring myself to say no. I don't want to see him cry again. I've hurt him so much already. I want to make amend. It's selfish but I want him to be mine. Only he could erase the healing scars in my soul and anchor me to the world of sanity. His crazy antics, his goofy happy-go-lucky attitude, and his undying devotion for me had became a part of my memories, my life. I don't want to be in darkness again. Only he could lead me to the light.
Like I said before, I've become dependent on him. It's so strange, I'm almost afraid of it.
But, somehow, having his arms around me felt natural and right.
"As long as you want to," I replied, unable to hide my infrequent smile.
He cried and laughed at the same time. "Thank you, Yuki," was all he said before tightening his embrace.
About fifteen seconds later, I realized that I needed to breathe. He was squeezing the wind out of me. The damn fool doesn't know how to control his own strength. Talking didn't work so I had no choice but to elbowed him on the head. He cried childishly and called me a meanie; the old Shuichi was creeping back.
Such an idiotic and unromantic ending.
TBC VAMP: Ehehehheeheheheheheheheheh.Watchout Shu-chan.Next chapter, you're the meal dish. muahahhahahhahahah
SHU: *whimper* Yuki.help~~~~~~~~
YUKI: *calmly smokes* Blah.None of my business. Beside, if I offend the "almighty VAMP-sama, she might turn me into a ballerina or sumthin.:
VAMP: Wow, Yuki-chan is smart *applaud*
YUKI: -__-.
SHU: x . x;