Hey Guys!
Well here it is Chapter 8. I would have updated it sooner, but I wanted to get some of Chapter 9 started. To fill all of you in, Chapter 9 will be the final Chapter of this story, and a reminder to many of you, I do not yet do Yaoi and I apologose for that.
I do hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and I'm now off to finish cleaning my room.
So I ask you to please...
Enjoy
It was now Sunday, tomorrow he and the others would be leaving for America. Shuichi sat outside on the balcony watching the sun rise. K had told everyone to take the day and relax and do whatever they so desired.
It was the bands last day in Japan for a good two years. The sun slowly rose, its colours playing across Shuichi's face. In his hand he held a letter that he had written yesterday after returning to the apartment.
Rising from his chair on the balcony, Shuichi walked back inside. Dropping the letter onto the coffee table, Shuichi walked into the kitchen.
Pulling a bowl from the cupboard, milk from the fridge, cereal from the pantry, and a spoon from the cutlery drawer, Shuichi went and sat on the couch. Pouring the cereal and milk into the bowl, Shuichi sat back on the couch, bowl in hand, and looked around the apartment as he ate.
It was going to be hard to leave the apartment, since it had been his home for so long.
As he looked around he started to notice how much of a mess there was in the living room. With the lighting from the sun, he could even see the layer of dust on the TV screen.
After the plane landed, Shuichi and the others had to remain on the plane. The airport was crowded today, and they couldn't get unloaded until there was room at one of the gates.
So Shuichi spent his time watching the activities outside, it had started to rain heavily on top of the workers. Once in a while one or two would slip on the wet ground, or fall into a puddle.
Glancing down at his phone, he pondered if he should call up his mother or one of the band members to come and pick him up. His stomach was still in knots, and thinking of Yuki made the knots clench tightly.
Sighing he put his phone away, and stood up to retrieve his duffel bag from the upper compartment. Which, he then laid on top of his backpack on the seat next to him.
Pulling his back pack from under the bigger bag, Shuichi once again removed the book Twilight from it. He had read it many times since he had bought it. It was addictive, and very interesting. Knowing that the plane would be stuck waiting for a while, he flipped open the book to where he had left off.
Upon reaching the page, a photo fell out from between the back cover and the last page.
Picking it up off of his lap, Shuichi looked at the image. The picture was of him and Yuki, it was taken a good few years ago at a party that Sakano had held at his place. Shuichi had leaned in to kiss Yuki, and just as their lips were about to meet, K jumped beside the two of them and took a picture with his camera. Both Shuichi and Yuki had looked at the camera from the corner of their eyes.
About a week later K had given Shuichi the developed picture. It turned out amazing, K's time was perfect.
That was Shuichis most prized picture of him and Yuki. Before he had left he had slid it out of the pure glass picture frame, and into his hard cover journal that he wrote his lyrics in.
Flipping the photo over, Shuichi aloud the quote that he had written on the back of it, 'xoxYuki and Shuichixoxo'. Under that he had also written, "We call it love, they call it a sin."
Putting away the milk, and his dishes into the sink. Shuichi looked around the room, and came to a conclusion.
Today he was going to spend the day doing what he always does the opposite of, clean.
Fetching a basket from the closet, he first started in the kitchen and the living room. Towels, and forgotten clothes went inside the basket, then to the bedroom. The next victims to fall inside the basket were the bed sheets, and pillow covers. Soon followed, by more forgotten clothes. In the bathroom he threw in more towels and face clothes, and of course more clothes.
"I never realized how many articles of clothing Yuki and I owned…" Shuichi mumbled to himself, as he bent over to retrieve a sock.
Placing the basket in front of the front door, Shuichi turned to his next task, dusting.
Two hours later, Shuichi was talking the elevator down to the main floor. When the silver doors slide open, Shuichi turned towards the laundry room. It was empty when he got there, so he went to the middle of the room to one of the counters and started to sort everything out by colour.
Not long after he had 4 washers going. Sitting back in one of the chairs, Shuichi got comfortable. This was going to take a while, but hey, it kept him busy.
Hours later, Shuichi hauled the now clean clothes into the apartment, and over to the bedroom. He then set to work for sorting out where everything had to go, and fixing the bed.
Later on, Shuichi had cleaned the bathroom, then turned his attention to sweeping then mopping the floors.
By 7:45pm, Shuichi lay sprawled out on the couch, exhausted. Looking down on the coffee table, Shuichi stared at the letter he wrote for Yuki.
He then turned his attention to the clock, 7:46pm. By this time tomorrow, he would be in America.
"Without you…" Shuichi mumbled, as his eyes started to drop.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we will now shortly be unloading, so we ask for you too all sit tight, and we thank for you flying…."
Shuichi drowned out the attendants voice as she started to thank everyone for using this certain airline, and then going on about how everyone was to unboard from the plane.
It was about 10:30pm when Shuichi woke up to the sound of knocking on the door. Grumbling, he rose to his feet and walked over to it, glancing through the peephole.
A stuffed rabbit greeted Shuichi when his eye focused. His body shoke slightly with held back laughter, as Ryuichis face came into view, his broad smile taking up the entire view of the peephole.
Smiling at his friend, Shuichi unlocked the door, and moved to the side as he opened it. Before Shuichi knew it, he was on the floor, with Ryuichi groping his neck tightly, cutting off his air circulation.
The carefree, lead singer of Nittle Grasper, was dressed in black baggy shorts, and a tight red v-neck sweater. He wore a black vest with red stitchings, one of the pockets on it seemed a little bigger than the others. He wore black running shoes, with neon green socks.
"I'm gonna miss you!" Ryuichi cried, as he sat up, straddling Shuichi. Tears streaming down Ryuichis eyes, as he looked down at Shuichi who lay pinned beneath him. Ryuichis stuffed bunny, Kumagoro, lay a few feet away.
Laughing Shuichi attempted to sit up, Ryuichi swung his leg over Shuichis waist so that he was no longer straddling him. Now Ryuichi sat cross legged beside Shuichi, who closed the door with his toe.
Shuichi crossed one leg under him, and had the other bent, he rested his left arm over it. His eyes smiling as he examined his distraught friend.
"I'll come back Ryuichi, and besides, you can always come and visit." Shuichi suggested, trying to cheer up his friend.
Ryuichi sat there, thinking over what Shuichi said. Moments later, a big smile appeared on his face. "I can show you where I stayed! And introduce you too my friends down there! And, and all the places that I went too…" Ryuichi continued rambling on about his own trip, years before, to America. After he finished and took a deep breath, it was decided that once Shuichi and the others got settled, that Ryuichi would be able to come down whenever he wanted to, to hang out with Shuichi.
Now the two of them sat outside on the balcony, Ryuichi sat on the ground, Kumagoro held in his arms as he stared up at Shuichi, who sat in his chair.
"So what time does your flight leave tomorrow?" Ryuichi asked, finally calmed down from earlier.
Looking over the night lights of Japan, Shuichi responded, "K wants us at the airport I believe by noon. The plane leaves around 2ish."
Ryuichi nodded his head slightly, also turning his gaze to the night lights of Japan. "You gonna miss it?"
Looking down at Ryuichi, Shuichi laughed, "Yea…It's going to be hard for the first while, but I'll definitely miss this."
The two friends sat in silence, until Ryuichi jumped up and sat on Shuichi's lap.
"I almost forgot!" Ryuichi laughed to himself, as he opened up his vest pocket. Shuichi watched Ryuichi. Wondering what the carefree singer had, Shuichi waited patiently.
"Close your eyes, and hold out your hand," Ryuichi whispered excitedly. Shuichi followed what he was told to do.
A cold heavy item was placed in Shuichi's outstretched. Once the weight of Ryuichi holding onto it, was lifted, Shuichi looked down into his hand.
There, resting in the middle of his palm, was a pure silver cross.
Shuichi glanced up at Ryuichi when the other singer started to talk, "I know you're not a catholic or anything, but when I saw this design I thought of you. So I thought I would get this made for you, as a going away present."
"You said that you saw this, what do you mean that you got it made for me?" Shuichi asked, looking back to the silver cross. It had to be at least four pounds of silver. 'Is this real silver?' Shuichi thought as he rubbed his thumb over it.
"Yes it is real silver," Ryuichi announced, as if reading Shuichi's mind. "And I was at the store, I'm not revealing the name to you, can't have you going there and finding out the price now can we? Anyways, I was at the store and I was flipping through the book thing that shows patterns. I saw the cross, and then I got this picture in my head. So I asked the owner if I could make a design, and for them to create it. He agreed, so I did, and vola. Your going away present!" Ryuichi finished, while throwing a fist in the air, only to bring it back down around Shuichi's shoulders.
Shuichi laughed, Ryuichi always was there for him, and always knew how to cheer him up.
Looking closer at the cross, Shuichi noticed something that the night had concealed from him. There was a rose pattern, wrapping itself around the cross, it came out in a 3D manner. As Shuichi rubbed his thumb over it, he looked up and smiled at Ryuichi.
"Thank you, it's beautiful. I love roses." Shuichi whispered.
"I knew you would love it! And to make it better…" Ryuichi's voice went low, as he once again reached into his pocket. This time, he produced a matching silver chain, which he held before Shuichi's eyes.
Taking the cross from Shuichi's grasp, Ryuichi attached the chain, to one of the vines at the top of the cross. Dangling it and smiling at Shuichi, Ryuichi leaned closer to his pink haired friend, and clasped the necklace around his neck.
As the weight of the cross fell onto Shuichi's neck and chest, he wrapped his arms loosly around his friend, in an embrace.
"It'll be my 'Good Luck' charm while I'm gone," Shuichistated with a laugh.
It took a minute for Ryuichi to clue in, to what the joke was. When he did, his laughter joined in with Shuichi's.
Shuichi remained sitting on the plane, as he watched the other passengers around him unload. As he waited, he played with the single earing that rested on his right ear. His other hand, lightly held onto the silver cross that remained around his neck. Over the 2 and a half years away from home, he had only removed it once. And that was only because he had to get a cat scan done to see if he had a concussion. K had decided to throw his gun at Sakano, to try and get the manager to stop worrying about concerts, or something. Shuichi wasn't quite sure the cause.
Looking around him, Shuichi noticed that he was almost the only one left. Getting to his feet, Shuichi slung his backpack onto his shoulders, and lifted up his duffel bag with his left arm.
Later that night, Ryuichi had finally departed close to 11:30pm. Allowing Shuichi to go back to sleep. This time, he changed into his pajamas, which consisted only of a loose pair of dark blue pajama bottoms.
Shuichi looked around his and Yukis bedroom. This would be his final night sleeping in this room. Tomorrow night he would be sleeping in a new bed, in a foreign country.
Sighing Shuichi made his way over to the bed, and curled up under the blankets. His hand resting upon the cross that lay around his neck.
The last two things running through his mind were, an image of Yuki, and the words he had written upon the piece of paper for Yuki.
Shuichi stood waiting as the security went through his 2 bags. Dark blue glasses concealed his eyes from those around him. But many people recognized him by his hair.
Surprisingly enough, no one had come over to the singer and ask him questions. He was great full for that. Looking around, Shuichi looked through a set of glass doors, that separated the baggage pickup and check, from the main lobby. He watched as family and friends were reunited with one another. All the smiles, laughter, and tears. Whenever the door opened he could hear them. He could hear the soft murmuring of the people talking, he could hear children crying or laughing. How Shuichi wished he could be among them, laughing, talking, feeling a weight lifted off of his shoulders.
"Sir?" A woman's voice cut through Shuichi's envious trance.
Returning his gaze to the officer that held his luggage, he responded, "Yes?"
"You can take your stuff now Mr…..?" she waited for Shuichi to respond
He didn't want to but knew he had no choice. So he let the words slip slowly past his lips, "Shuichi Shindo."
A lush pink blush traveled up the female officers neck and to her cheeks, she stared unblinking at Shuichi, which started to annoying him. With all the years he had been a singer, he still wasn't used to it when someone would stop and gawk at him It was times like those that he wished to be a normal person.
Sighing, Shuichi thanked the officer, grabbed his two bags, and started towards the door. A slight laugh escaped him when he heard the woman talking to one of the other workers.
"Oh my god! Do you know who that was?"
"No..who?"
"Shuichi Shindo! He's back! Oh my god…I touched his stuff. I touched his clothes!"
Shaking his head, Shuichi pushed open the two glass doors. Thankful that the crowds, that now surrounded him, did not recognize him. Slowly he started the ten minute walk to the main doors of the airport, blending in right away with the crowd of bodies around him.
Alright you guys, Chapter 8 what'd ya think? Lol, how bout this, if I get a good amount of reviews for this chapter, I'll update chapter 9 as soon as I finish it!
Dun dun dun!
Lol or I'll just get lazy and update it anywayz reviews or not
But now I am off, to prepare myself for tommorow when I get yelled at and when my dad banns me from writting until I get to work on my Spanish Project...but no worries if he does that then I will do it but only for you guys!
Its annoying having to get bristol board and waste paper on pictures etc.
Like i love doing projects , but the class im in, i just dont click with it, and the teacher isnt my faveourite, and I know that, thats a stupid reason as to why im not doing the project and i feel bad about it but gah ...actually you know what, me and two of my friends all agreed after I mentionmed that in gr.9 we were homework crazy always getting everything done but now in grade 10...its more slow and not homeworky...its weird
Okay im gonna stop rambling now
LOVE TO ALL! I want to thank so far everyone that has reviewd, I love them! You guys are great inspiration and support
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-MercuryAshlingPrincess
