Subtle Addiction
Rated: M for Violence, Sexual Content, and Yaoi Situations,
Pairing: ShuichixYuki
A/N: Yet again, I do not own Gravitation or it's Characters. This fic is a little different that my other ones. I've never done one like this, so bear with me as I try to Get my point across in the only way I know how. I'd like to thank the support of my loyal reviewers, and even the ones who've only left one review.
Chapter 4:
Shuichi smirked as he checked himself out in the full length mirror. The blue jeans and white button up T over a black muscle shirt looked good on him. The three silver loops adorning the cartilage of both ears and the white seashell necklace completed the ensemble. Dark Violet hair and eyes highlighted with black eyeliner had him edible even to the straightest of the downtown thugs.
Hiro sighed and stopped for what seemed like the millionth time that night. It was the last time he took the vain pop star pat a window and mirror shop, that was for sure. Checking his watch, his anxiety grew. They had fifteen minutes to be at the appointed place if things were going to go as planed.
At fifteen after seven, they still had a ways to go before the reached the downtown condominium. Shuichi thought they were going to a party. Hiro knew different. That afternoon, he'd finally recieved the call with a time and address where the plan would be set into motion.
Hiro spent most of the week wondering how they were going to get Shuichi within a mile radius of the novelist, let alone in the same room. But this way, there was no way for Shuichi to escape. At least, that's the way Yuki made it sound. He was beyond curious as to the extent and detail the romance writer had gone to, it it grew when he realized they were moving away from Yuki's old apartment, instead of towards it.
If Shuichi suspected anything, he didn't let on. His drug induced stupor left him giddy and full of energy to burn. Hiro knew his friend would probably never forgive him for leading him into a trap, but for the sake of his life, he was willing to put their friendship on hold for as long as it took.
As they rounded the next corner, Hiro noticed the building they were looking for and mustered his courage as they crossed the busy street. It was nondescript, yet screamed of high class wealth, the balconies littered with expensive patio furniture and rare plants.
Upon entering the lobby, Shuichi headed straight for the elevator, eager for the nights events. Hiro hung back, watching his friend with an almost amused expression. It was unbelievable how easily Shuichi was going along with this. It almost made him feel guilty for lying.
"What's taking you so long?" Shuichi whined impatiently at the same time the elevator doors pinged and slid open.
"You head on up, I'm just going to have a word with doorman to let him know about the body guards outside so he doesn't flip and call the cops or something." The redheaded guitarist offered with an innocent smile, waving his friend off. "Go on up, I'll be there in a second." When Shuichi shrugged and disappeared behind the elevator doors, Hiro's shoulders slumped with relief.
Turning and leaning against the wall, he checked his watch. He had ten minutes before he would stay true to his words and come up after Shuichi.
Shuichi softly hummed a small tune as he watched the numbers above the doors light up one by one. When the elevator stopped on the seventh floor, he poked his head out and looked down each end of the hallway.
"It's awfully quiet. What kind of party is this?" Sighing, he stepped out and turned left down the hallway. He'd walked past four doors until he came to the deep mahogany door with three golden numbers adorning it. The door itself was slightly ajar, revealing pitch blackness inside.
Curious, he checked the address again. It was the right place, but where were all the people? Why didn't he hear music? Pushing the door open, he stepped inside, calling out for anyone inside to answer him.
Thinking that perhaps it was a surprise welcome home party, a grin spread over his face. The door clicked shut behind him and he searched blindly for a light switch as he toed off his shoes.
"Ha. Ha. Guys, this isn't-" Shuichi's words dies on his lips when the condo flooded with light, nearly blinding him. There was nothing. Well, that wasn't entirely true. The open expanse of the living room was completely bare save a lush looking lazy boy. This particular piece of furniture was hardly the cause of his increased heart rate, his sweaty palms, or even the sever panic that raced through his mind.
All at once, it became harder to breath a eyes the color of spilled honey regarded him coolly. The room suddenly felt like it was closing in on him, suffocating him, even as the one person he hope to never see again sat there, an ankle resting over a knee, completely stoic and unmoving.
Turning on his heels, Shuichi reached for the door knob. Twisting and turning it got him nowhere. The heavy door wouldn't budge. He tried the locks, both of them. He found it odd that there was a third lock with the key hole one the inside. When it hit him, his body went numb with dread.
"It's not going to open, Shu." The collected voice from behind Shuichi made him cringe.
"Don't call me that! Let me out of here right now!" Yelling, Shuichi rounded on the novelist.
Closing hi eyes, Yuki sighed and pressed his fingers into his temple. He was expecting him to resist. He'd planned ahead for that. But the person who had walked through that door looked like anything but Shuichi. The shorter, dark hair threw him off immediately, but one look into those terrified violet hues and he knew the truth. It was Shuichi, and this was the last place on the he wanted to be.
"I can't do that Shuichi."
"Why the FUCK not!" Shuichi spat, balling his fists angrily as he stared his ex-lover down with cold eyes. "I don't want to see you!
Yuki felt a pang of guilt at the reaction he received. No. This wasn't Shuichi... This was a monser he was more than partially responsible for creating. This was the result of two years of constantly fucking with Shuichi's feelings until he broke his heart.
"... You need help, Shuichi." Placing his foot back down on the floor, he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees as he looked him dead in the eyes.
"Go to hell! I don't want help! Especially yours!" He ground out, fighting the urge to throw himself at the door again and claw his way out if he had to. "And stop saying my name!"
Rolling his eyes, Yuki knew he was getting nowhere with the nice act. It finally clicked what Hiro had told him about being the Yuki Shuichi needed, and he smirked, reaching in his chest pocket and pulling out a brass key.
"Really now? Well, it looks like you don't have much of a choice, now does it?" Flashing the key at the irate pop star, Yuki stood from his seat. "We can do this the easy way..." He started as he slipped the key back into his pocket. "Or, we can do thi-" Yuki didn't have the chance to finish his sentence before Shuichi lunged.
A/N: XD Awesome! Now this is a Shuichi I can relate to sometimes. Find out the results of such an epic battle in the up coming chapter. Oh... it's gonna be juicy. ^_^ Just you wait. I got a lot in store for this pair this time, so hold on and grab some popcorn during the brief intermission, as the next chapter is coming right up. Oh. And review please?