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Author: OmittchiAkari Hibiki: omittchi@megatokyo.org Send the flames that way!
Pairings: Shuichi x Yuki Shuichi x Ryuichi Hints of Tohma x Yuki
Rating: PG-13 and may change in later parts! Beware~! Warning! Language, yoai, and maybe sexual content. Perhaps a few spoilers for the series! SPOILERS!
Author Notes: Ahh... first post on fanfiction.net. ^^;; I'm not a writer. Please don't comment too harshly. I'm really new at this but I love playing with the Yuki/Shuichi/Ryuichi pairings.
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Waiting
Chapter 2
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The sound of a gun's safety release being clicked into place startled Hiro in a way that words cannot describe. The barrel of a magnum pressed dangerously against the back of his head.
K's silky yet dangerous voice caused Hiro to momentarily shudder in fright, "Just because Shuichi isn't here, doesn't mean you can sit around all day and do nothing."
Seguru looked up from where he had been resting at the conference table, "What *can* we do? Shuichi was suppose to write the lyrics for the songs and we were to build the songs around it."
Hiro nodded, confirming K's worst fear.
Bad Luck was going to suffer on the charts.
***
It wasn't a plain room, Shuichi decided. Nowhere near as plain as the apartment he had shared with Yuki.
It smelled lightly of lysol and chlorox, freshly washed linens, and general brand soap. Cheap general brand soap. A hotel room. Mika exspected him to live in a hotel room. It must've been the quickest, most uncomfortable hotel room in history. The walls were tinted cream with printout-paintings of mundane plantlife. The carpet had patches of some unknown substance and on a desk on one side of the room, a lamp flickered to life and back to oblivion. Continuously.
Shuichi could feel a twitch coming on. No... More like a spasm.
The only good point was it had a balcony overlooking downtown. If there was anything that Shuichi liked in a home, it was a view. Especially since it reminded him of the balcony at Yuki's. Well, used-to-be-Yuki's balcony. He was pretty sure that Tohma and Mika were going to sell Yuki's apartment.
He rubbed the back of his neck thoughtfully, muttering to himself, since Mika had left him to get comfortable in his new 'home', "I can't possibly live here...Where's the cigarette smoke? The walls have waaaay too much... *stuff* on them! Paintings! Yuki never had those! Not really anyway.. only the ones with wierd shapes on them. But anyway, there isn't a couch!" He could feel the tears swelling up under his eyes, only to brush faintly down his cheeks in warm lines.
Then he spazzed. He chibified and burst into a full-blown tantrum, stomping and waving around frantically, clawing for anything that would remind him of home.
Finally, after he got over the initial shock of no cigarette smoke, he shrugged off his bag. He tapped the 'on' button to the TV and settled down on the rickety bed which moaned and screeched in protest. A news caster with layers of make-up and an even faker smile was busy detailing the latest news. And this was a man. Shuichi was about to change the channel when he heard something familiar:
"In entertainment news, popular novelist Yuki Eiri is still hospitalize at Tomodachi Regional. He remains in the intensive care unit for his degenerating lung cancer. Earlier today he was put onto life support and is not expected to recover. We've heard a lot about his scandalous love life with famous pop singer Shindo Shuichi of Bad Luck. It was only last year when our station covered the breaking news of their relationship! While on that subject, Shindo Shuichi hasn't been reached for comment on Yuki's condition. His band, Bad Luck, has delayed the release of their highly anticipated CD. Their manager believes that it will give their lead singer, Shindo, more time to cope with his situation and to create the lyrics that has brought him so much fame. That's it for entertainment news, please stay tu.."
Shuichi clicked the TV off with the remote. The silence that followed almost deafened him. That was right... he had to write the lyrics for their new CD! He hadn't even started yet with all the commotion. He settled down at the desk and pulled out some of the hotel's complementary stationary. Adjusting the graphite of his mechanical pencil, he jottted down a few words.
It hadn't been a minute before he crumpled it up and began again with another sheet.
Another minute. Another crumpled sheet of stationary.
He furrowed his brow and tried to concentrate. Nothing popped into his mind. Well, only the thought of Yuki. The more he tried the worse it got. He could almost smell the cigarette smoke. It wasn't just any smoke, but no! It was that special brand that Yuki always smoked. It smelled like nicotine and cologne. Just like the way that Yuki smelled. Maybe he would go buy a pack. Just to smell them.
He crumpled another sheet and tossed it into the nearby trash can.
Must get out. He had to get out. This room was smothering him.
He threw on a jacket and tossed his bag over his head onto his shoulder.
He couldn't stay any longer in that damnable hotel room.
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To be Continued...
Extra notes: Yay! Chapter 2! I didn't think I'd finish chapter 1, let alone chapter 2! Thanks for the comments! That's the main reason I finished it! Thank you! ^.^ Stay tuned and I'll try to finish chapter 3 soon (maybe even today!)
BTW: Why is everyone so concerned about me killing Yuki? ^^;;;;; -sharpens knives with Yuki's name on them- I haven't killed him yet/I'm not killing him(yet). Read to find out what I do to him. ^o^
Oh, and I do realize that Shuichi is acting sorta OOC. But, think about it. Wouldn't you not be happy-spastic all the time if your lover was laying in a cancer induced coma at the local hospital?
Author: OmittchiAkari Hibiki: omittchi@megatokyo.org Send the flames that way!
Pairings: Shuichi x Yuki Shuichi x Ryuichi Hints of Tohma x Yuki
Rating: PG-13 and may change in later parts! Beware~! Warning! Language, yoai, and maybe sexual content. Perhaps a few spoilers for the series! SPOILERS!
Author Notes: Ahh... first post on fanfiction.net. ^^;; I'm not a writer. Please don't comment too harshly. I'm really new at this but I love playing with the Yuki/Shuichi/Ryuichi pairings.
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Waiting
Chapter 2
--
The sound of a gun's safety release being clicked into place startled Hiro in a way that words cannot describe. The barrel of a magnum pressed dangerously against the back of his head.
K's silky yet dangerous voice caused Hiro to momentarily shudder in fright, "Just because Shuichi isn't here, doesn't mean you can sit around all day and do nothing."
Seguru looked up from where he had been resting at the conference table, "What *can* we do? Shuichi was suppose to write the lyrics for the songs and we were to build the songs around it."
Hiro nodded, confirming K's worst fear.
Bad Luck was going to suffer on the charts.
***
It wasn't a plain room, Shuichi decided. Nowhere near as plain as the apartment he had shared with Yuki.
It smelled lightly of lysol and chlorox, freshly washed linens, and general brand soap. Cheap general brand soap. A hotel room. Mika exspected him to live in a hotel room. It must've been the quickest, most uncomfortable hotel room in history. The walls were tinted cream with printout-paintings of mundane plantlife. The carpet had patches of some unknown substance and on a desk on one side of the room, a lamp flickered to life and back to oblivion. Continuously.
Shuichi could feel a twitch coming on. No... More like a spasm.
The only good point was it had a balcony overlooking downtown. If there was anything that Shuichi liked in a home, it was a view. Especially since it reminded him of the balcony at Yuki's. Well, used-to-be-Yuki's balcony. He was pretty sure that Tohma and Mika were going to sell Yuki's apartment.
He rubbed the back of his neck thoughtfully, muttering to himself, since Mika had left him to get comfortable in his new 'home', "I can't possibly live here...Where's the cigarette smoke? The walls have waaaay too much... *stuff* on them! Paintings! Yuki never had those! Not really anyway.. only the ones with wierd shapes on them. But anyway, there isn't a couch!" He could feel the tears swelling up under his eyes, only to brush faintly down his cheeks in warm lines.
Then he spazzed. He chibified and burst into a full-blown tantrum, stomping and waving around frantically, clawing for anything that would remind him of home.
Finally, after he got over the initial shock of no cigarette smoke, he shrugged off his bag. He tapped the 'on' button to the TV and settled down on the rickety bed which moaned and screeched in protest. A news caster with layers of make-up and an even faker smile was busy detailing the latest news. And this was a man. Shuichi was about to change the channel when he heard something familiar:
"In entertainment news, popular novelist Yuki Eiri is still hospitalize at Tomodachi Regional. He remains in the intensive care unit for his degenerating lung cancer. Earlier today he was put onto life support and is not expected to recover. We've heard a lot about his scandalous love life with famous pop singer Shindo Shuichi of Bad Luck. It was only last year when our station covered the breaking news of their relationship! While on that subject, Shindo Shuichi hasn't been reached for comment on Yuki's condition. His band, Bad Luck, has delayed the release of their highly anticipated CD. Their manager believes that it will give their lead singer, Shindo, more time to cope with his situation and to create the lyrics that has brought him so much fame. That's it for entertainment news, please stay tu.."
Shuichi clicked the TV off with the remote. The silence that followed almost deafened him. That was right... he had to write the lyrics for their new CD! He hadn't even started yet with all the commotion. He settled down at the desk and pulled out some of the hotel's complementary stationary. Adjusting the graphite of his mechanical pencil, he jottted down a few words.
It hadn't been a minute before he crumpled it up and began again with another sheet.
Another minute. Another crumpled sheet of stationary.
He furrowed his brow and tried to concentrate. Nothing popped into his mind. Well, only the thought of Yuki. The more he tried the worse it got. He could almost smell the cigarette smoke. It wasn't just any smoke, but no! It was that special brand that Yuki always smoked. It smelled like nicotine and cologne. Just like the way that Yuki smelled. Maybe he would go buy a pack. Just to smell them.
He crumpled another sheet and tossed it into the nearby trash can.
Must get out. He had to get out. This room was smothering him.
He threw on a jacket and tossed his bag over his head onto his shoulder.
He couldn't stay any longer in that damnable hotel room.
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To be Continued...
Extra notes: Yay! Chapter 2! I didn't think I'd finish chapter 1, let alone chapter 2! Thanks for the comments! That's the main reason I finished it! Thank you! ^.^ Stay tuned and I'll try to finish chapter 3 soon (maybe even today!)
BTW: Why is everyone so concerned about me killing Yuki? ^^;;;;; -sharpens knives with Yuki's name on them- I haven't killed him yet/I'm not killing him(yet). Read to find out what I do to him. ^o^
Oh, and I do realize that Shuichi is acting sorta OOC. But, think about it. Wouldn't you not be happy-spastic all the time if your lover was laying in a cancer induced coma at the local hospital?