Fandom: Gravitation
Title: Yume kamo shirenai.
Pairing: Yuki + Shuichi, Hiro + Shuichi
Rating: PG
Description: Shuichi thinks about his relationship with Yuki. And then, he wonders who is more reliable - Yuki or Hiro? (FYI, my first Gravi fic. v)
Disclaimer: Gravitation belongs to someone else and I just do this for the love of the show and writing. ^_^
Maybe it was fate and sometimes I felt that it was a mistake, for I had never believed in something like destiny...
This was the way I had felt about being with Yuki.
Yume kamo shirenai. (Maybe it's just a dream.)
by Yui Miyamoto
Okay, so I wasn't the best singer in the world, but I already knew that. No, next to my god of a singer, Ryuichi Sakuma, I was nowhere near such a status.
I looked over at Hiro who was practicing his guitar right next to me. As for myself, I was singing, but wasn't really into it.
Not today.
"OW!" I shouted as Hiro glared at me with his hand in the air. "Where are you?! Sing!"
I smiled at him and began to sing, pretending as if nothing was wrong.
After practice was done, I walked out quickly...but as always, Hiro seemed to catch on. Well, if he didn't, I don't think he'd be my best friend.
"What's the matter? You and Yuki have a fight again?"
I shrugged his hand off my shoulder. "Maybe, but maybe not."
I couldn't really understand it myself. It had started off as a fight with Yuki because he wanted his space and then I got upset because he thought I talked too much again.
"Yeah, so I talked too much, but he didn't have to shout at me." I began to sob and wiped away my tears.
Hiro gave a deadpan look. "I still don't like him."
I nodded knowing exactly what he meant. They didn't get off too well...
He patted my back. "Are you sure you don't want to go home?"
"No." I shook my head. "I'll just sit here."
"There's no one at the park at this time of night."
I pushed him so that he knew it was all right to go. "Really, I'll be okay."
Hesitantly, he pursed his lips together disapprovingly, but he walked off with a wave. "Do whatever you want. Ja."
As soon as he was out of sight, I curled up into a ball on the park bench. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't this time.
"It's more than a fight with Yuki..." I trailed off.
I think this was yet another thing I had to figure out for myself. It took me a while to realize things this way, but no one would teach me if I didn't do it by myself.
It was like the time I had learned to sing. I didn't know why or how good I was, but that's what I wanted to do. I liked doing it and there was no one going to tell me not to.
Hiro never complained to me once about it. I've never heard him tell me "Don't do it".
Maybe my stupidity was something he took care of whenever I felt depressed, but he was my best friend. And with that title, he never let me down...
As for Yuki...
I don't know.
Yuki was someone I had to get used to. He was someone whose wants and needs were so random that I got confused as the emotions I felt. My moods were sometimes dominated by him and how he felt towards me.
I think it's like the first time I met him.
Not really knowing who or what he was, I wanted his approval. The lyrics he'd disregarded with none so much as some sympathy or mercy, he'd just smashed them under his foot. In fact, he might as well as have done that instead of telling me what he did.
When I look at Yuki, I don't really know what he wants. One minute he can put up with me talking a million miles per minute, and the other, he wants me to shut up.
Of course, Yuki has his good points, but with the way I felt, it was like blurry vision. The good was mixed with the bad and I was swimming through everything in between.
Maybe I ask too much from him. Maybe wanting to be near him is too much to have. Yeah, so I blocked his car that time just to get his attention...
...but knowing me, I would do anything possible for him just to look at me again...
...the one he'd said had no talent.
Covering half of my face with my hand, I began to laugh a bit. "It's just like this. My feelings are like a little kid's."
My language in a song is how I feel about everything, especially about love. Because I didn't know anything, I expressed it to the best of my ability. Even if it was through childish grammar.
I don't know why I like him so much.
I really don't.
And it's more than him being handsome...
So what if I fell in love with him at first sight? So what if I wanted to help him without strings attached? He has this aura that's so seductive and charming through the frigid air.
But through these cold eyes, I look at myself so dimly. Sometimes I wish I was a girl, but that shouldn't matter right?
A person's feelings can't be associated with a gender, should they? That's a stupid question, but it's something I sometimes needed to know.
Again, I began to sob.
I didn't know where my thinking was heading to, but I know that being confused about it wasn't helping either.
"Yuki..."
Maybe I should have-
"Shuichi."
I looked up to find Hiro in front of me. He put his hand on my shoulder and scruffed my hair. "What're you crying for?"
I don't know why, but being the crybaby I am, I hugged him and cried more. "Baka Hiro..."
Half in a joke, he retorted, "I come back here to be called stupid. Great."
Softly, I pounded on his chest. "Stupid Hiro..."
Why are you here? What made you come back? I don't want you here...
I want Yuki.
Give me Yuki, Fate. Why didn't you give me Yuki?!
I want to scream at Yuki himself for not being here in the first place!
But I would eventually find out the answers to my questions, as always...
I never believed in destiny, but it seemed to care about me.
Just then, I stopped to look at Hiro, who was now hugging me and seriously stopped with the jokes knowing that that method wouldn't work this time to distract me.
Hiro wouldn't ever let me down...
At this very thought, I cried even harder.
Owari.
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Author's note: I just wanted to perceive Shuichi's thoughts, obviously, on Yuki. ^_^
This is my first Gravitation fanfic, but I really wanted to do this concept first because he's a fresh character that I've not dealt with, or at least for a long time.
10:37 PM 6/18/2001