"Shareta Kiiroi Tacchi De"
by Usamigo Tayoru
Author's Note: I know the last chapter was mainly a song story, but then again, so is Gravitation. I don't know. That's what I think. Also, I had planned on making this longer than one story long, as you can see, and I guess I should have said that, that's why Yuki's motives were unclear, as was the poem. That's what this sequel is here for. ~~" So..Anyways..Sorry about that last chapter. Enjoy!
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"Shuuichi," Yuki called weakly, almost silently. Shuuichi immediately stopped crying and looked up at Yuki. "Yuki?" He blinked. He didn't expect to hear Yuki's monotonic voice again. In his mind, the thanked God for letting him hear that deep tone again. He wanted to bring up the poem, but wondered if it was something he shouldn't discuss at the moment. He knew what the poem was about, it wasn't hard for him to guess, he just wanted to know why it was coming back to him again. This sensei Uesugi knew, Kitazawa Yuki, why he was suddenly haunting Uesugi again... just when things seemed to clear up?
Yuki stayed silent, wanting to apologize, but holding it back, like he always did. He rarely ever said how he felt, or even showed his emotion. It was something of a flaw in Shuuichi's mind, but then again, that's what made him so cool. Shuuichi held Yuki's hand a little tighter, and Yuki sighed.
He simply looked away. He didn't think he would be alive to explain his actions, or what he thought to be, trying to distract his emotions by staring at the boring clock across from the bed, which was nothing more than white with a thick, black border. The black hands of the clock ticked loudly, as if trying purposely to annoy him and him alone, as the hands moved slowly past the roman numeral setting. He winced, finally sick of the sound and turned to Shuuichi. "Usually," he reasoned, "people don't survive self-inflicted gunshot wounds." He then muttered, as if talking to himself, "you'd think I'd know how to shoot myself now, hmm?" and fell silent, biting his lip slightly.
"Yuki.." Shuuichi's voice was soft, as he spoke his lover's name in a thankful tone. He then kissed Yuki gently, with lips as soft as that of a rose petal. He pulled away slowly and ran his fingers gingerly through Yuki's hair, staying clear of the bandage wrapped around his forehead, which his blonde hair covered half-way. "That's why you were so nice to me," Shuuichi avoided his gaze, "you thought it would be the last time you saw me." Yuki hesitated, "I'm sorry, Shuuichi."
Both looked to see the door opening. Tohma, Ryuichi and then K had stepped in. K closed the door and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as if he were securing the room. Ryuichi hastily ran to Shuuichi's side, holding Kumagoru tightly in his arms. He pretended that Kumagoru was speaking. "Yuki-san!" Ryuichi spoke behind Kumagoru, "Are you alright? Tohma told us you fell and bumped your head!" Yuki looked at Ryuichi, as if denying the pink bunny's existence. "I'm fine." Tohma stood beside Ryuichi, slightly behind him. "I'm sorry, Eiri-san." Tohma looked around the room. "Could you three let Eiri-san and myself be for a moment?" There was a seriousness in Tohma, but he kept a small smile, as he did most of the time. K nodded and escorted Ryuichi and Shuuichi out of the room. Shuuichi was hesitant, but he held Yuki's hand for a moment, forced a small smile and followed Ryuichi and K out of the room. K closed the door, and they sat in the hallway.
K looked around, pacing back and forth in the hallway as Ryuichi and Shuuichi sat on the bench nearby Yuki's room, Ryuichi holding Kumagoru in his hands, making him dance around as he smiled widely, much like an amused child. Shuuichi sat silently, blocking everything out of his mind, except for what was discussed between himself and Yuki. Tohma stepped out of the room, his hands buried deep into the pockets of his long, dark green jacket. He took off his black hat, delicately running his fingers through his whitish-blonde hair. With a sigh, he replaced his hat on his head and looked at the others. "Eiri-san will be fine," he spoke softly, "he'll be out by tomorrow."
Shuuichi sat down in front of the television, yet again watching videos from old Nittle Grasper concerts. As he sat, he couldn't help but to think about Yuki and why it was that Tohma has his secret discussions with him. He hoped he wasn't telling him to flee to New York again-it was hard enough to find him the first time. He scratched his head as the television flicked from images of Ukai to Ryuichi, and then to Tohma. Shuichi looked out the large balcony windows, taking note of just how late it had gotten after watching three concerts. With his new knowledge as to how late it now was, he lied back on the ground, just in front of the glowing television.
"And so my crazy dream continues," Shuichi told himself, "I wish I could wake up in the mi-ACK!" Shuuichi jumped to a sitting position, turning around quickly as the door slammed open. He could have sworn to himself that he had locked it, but that wasn't what was on his mind, it was on whoever had barged into the mansion. He had nearly lost his balance as his mind went berserk. He stared at the tall silhouette as he rose to his feet. On the silhouette, he saw a large, circular hat, narrowing down the possibilites to Tohma. The figure stepped in, and it was indeed Tohma Seguchi. "Tohma.." Shuichi was dumbfounded, but had enough sense to turn off the television. Tohma smiled, but this smile was moreso a smirk, like that you would give a man before killing him. "Shindou-san, we need to talk."
by Usamigo Tayoru
Author's Note: I know the last chapter was mainly a song story, but then again, so is Gravitation. I don't know. That's what I think. Also, I had planned on making this longer than one story long, as you can see, and I guess I should have said that, that's why Yuki's motives were unclear, as was the poem. That's what this sequel is here for. ~~" So..Anyways..Sorry about that last chapter. Enjoy!
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"Shuuichi," Yuki called weakly, almost silently. Shuuichi immediately stopped crying and looked up at Yuki. "Yuki?" He blinked. He didn't expect to hear Yuki's monotonic voice again. In his mind, the thanked God for letting him hear that deep tone again. He wanted to bring up the poem, but wondered if it was something he shouldn't discuss at the moment. He knew what the poem was about, it wasn't hard for him to guess, he just wanted to know why it was coming back to him again. This sensei Uesugi knew, Kitazawa Yuki, why he was suddenly haunting Uesugi again... just when things seemed to clear up?
Yuki stayed silent, wanting to apologize, but holding it back, like he always did. He rarely ever said how he felt, or even showed his emotion. It was something of a flaw in Shuuichi's mind, but then again, that's what made him so cool. Shuuichi held Yuki's hand a little tighter, and Yuki sighed.
He simply looked away. He didn't think he would be alive to explain his actions, or what he thought to be, trying to distract his emotions by staring at the boring clock across from the bed, which was nothing more than white with a thick, black border. The black hands of the clock ticked loudly, as if trying purposely to annoy him and him alone, as the hands moved slowly past the roman numeral setting. He winced, finally sick of the sound and turned to Shuuichi. "Usually," he reasoned, "people don't survive self-inflicted gunshot wounds." He then muttered, as if talking to himself, "you'd think I'd know how to shoot myself now, hmm?" and fell silent, biting his lip slightly.
"Yuki.." Shuuichi's voice was soft, as he spoke his lover's name in a thankful tone. He then kissed Yuki gently, with lips as soft as that of a rose petal. He pulled away slowly and ran his fingers gingerly through Yuki's hair, staying clear of the bandage wrapped around his forehead, which his blonde hair covered half-way. "That's why you were so nice to me," Shuuichi avoided his gaze, "you thought it would be the last time you saw me." Yuki hesitated, "I'm sorry, Shuuichi."
Both looked to see the door opening. Tohma, Ryuichi and then K had stepped in. K closed the door and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as if he were securing the room. Ryuichi hastily ran to Shuuichi's side, holding Kumagoru tightly in his arms. He pretended that Kumagoru was speaking. "Yuki-san!" Ryuichi spoke behind Kumagoru, "Are you alright? Tohma told us you fell and bumped your head!" Yuki looked at Ryuichi, as if denying the pink bunny's existence. "I'm fine." Tohma stood beside Ryuichi, slightly behind him. "I'm sorry, Eiri-san." Tohma looked around the room. "Could you three let Eiri-san and myself be for a moment?" There was a seriousness in Tohma, but he kept a small smile, as he did most of the time. K nodded and escorted Ryuichi and Shuuichi out of the room. Shuuichi was hesitant, but he held Yuki's hand for a moment, forced a small smile and followed Ryuichi and K out of the room. K closed the door, and they sat in the hallway.
K looked around, pacing back and forth in the hallway as Ryuichi and Shuuichi sat on the bench nearby Yuki's room, Ryuichi holding Kumagoru in his hands, making him dance around as he smiled widely, much like an amused child. Shuuichi sat silently, blocking everything out of his mind, except for what was discussed between himself and Yuki. Tohma stepped out of the room, his hands buried deep into the pockets of his long, dark green jacket. He took off his black hat, delicately running his fingers through his whitish-blonde hair. With a sigh, he replaced his hat on his head and looked at the others. "Eiri-san will be fine," he spoke softly, "he'll be out by tomorrow."
Shuuichi sat down in front of the television, yet again watching videos from old Nittle Grasper concerts. As he sat, he couldn't help but to think about Yuki and why it was that Tohma has his secret discussions with him. He hoped he wasn't telling him to flee to New York again-it was hard enough to find him the first time. He scratched his head as the television flicked from images of Ukai to Ryuichi, and then to Tohma. Shuichi looked out the large balcony windows, taking note of just how late it had gotten after watching three concerts. With his new knowledge as to how late it now was, he lied back on the ground, just in front of the glowing television.
"And so my crazy dream continues," Shuichi told himself, "I wish I could wake up in the mi-ACK!" Shuuichi jumped to a sitting position, turning around quickly as the door slammed open. He could have sworn to himself that he had locked it, but that wasn't what was on his mind, it was on whoever had barged into the mansion. He had nearly lost his balance as his mind went berserk. He stared at the tall silhouette as he rose to his feet. On the silhouette, he saw a large, circular hat, narrowing down the possibilites to Tohma. The figure stepped in, and it was indeed Tohma Seguchi. "Tohma.." Shuichi was dumbfounded, but had enough sense to turn off the television. Tohma smiled, but this smile was moreso a smirk, like that you would give a man before killing him. "Shindou-san, we need to talk."