Authors notes: Meep... uhh I know what your thinking!! Well.. not really,
but anyway. This is yet another strange story written by.. well me. -_-; I
just want to say that I love all these gravi people and really I don't hate
them. I just lost two gravi--among many others-- fic's tonight due to the
fact that SOMEONE deemed it necessary to delete my files instead of asking
me to get them off the computer. Writing is a way to express emotions
without going running around like a nut and screaming your head off *which
I almost did* Anyway, about this story I do believe there are some
spoilers, forgive me for this one, I suck at keeping track of what kind of
spoilers I dump into these things @_@ it's might be a bit AU, it's set
after--yes after-- Shuichi moves in with Yuki. Anyway, that's about all I
have to say, *hugs and more hugs* thanks for reading! I don't own any of
these widdle gravi peoples.. *pouts* but they're still kawaii!! Ohoh.. and
if you want to send/post a review, or comment for me I'd really like it! ^-
^ Arigato!
The day he ruined everything.
For some reason things just weren't going his way, they hadn't been all day, and Yuki Eiri knew the reason why, why everything had been ruined....
His day began long before the sun's did, in actuality he hadn't even gone to bed. He'd been up working late, on his new story, one that had yet to earn its title among the many famous novels with the name Yuki Eiri on it. Even though he'd stayed up all night, only a half a page had been written, and that was a half a page he was already considering destroying.
He hadn't been able to concentrate on writing ever since that little brat decide that he was going to come and take over the apartment with his useless junk, and noisy ways. No matter how much he pondered it, Yuki couldn't seem to come up with an answer as to why he let the brat say, honestly the teen was an obnoxious pain in the ass, always whining, or crying, or saying foolish things about love, it was enough to drive the blonde crazy. After all, he knew that love was just a thing for fools and idiots, which was why he was sure Shuichi was one, an idiot.
"What a pest" he declared, getting up from his seat right in front of the glowing computer screen, he'd been sitting there so long his legs felt numb, and his coffee--what was left of it-- was ice cold. Shifting his golden eyes towards the small alarm clock not far away he groaned at the sight of three bright red letters reading off '4:56'
He knew that his new--unwanted-- housemate would be fast asleep, the pink haired teen had a serious problem with getting up early in the morning, that was of course, unless he'd either had sex the nigh before, or done something seriously evil.
Upon arriving in the rather large living room, Yuki was mildly surprised not to find his little pink haired guest laying on the couch asleep, as he usually would be.
A delicate golden eyebrow arched upwards, the blonde was curious as to where the petit singer had gone. His curiosity drove him towards the bedroom in search of Shuichi. "Where are you?" He asked, as though the pink haired boy would pop out of nowhere and answer his question. To his surprise, nothing of the sort happened.
"Shuichi?" If that didn't get his lover out of whatever hiding space he was in, nothing would, after all, it was a rare occurrence when Yuki would actually call the brat by his real name.
When there was still no sign of Shuichi he quickly went to look around the rest of the apartment, though, he told himself that he wasn't worried about the kid, he just wanted to know what kind of a mess Shuichi was making right then, yes that was it..
The next place he looked was, of course, the bathroom, perhaps the singer had to go use it, like many people did early in the morning. Sadly, after arriving at the little room he found that his lover was still nowhere in sight. "Where has that idiot gone?" Indeed, that was the question; where had that idiot gone?
For a moment Yuki thought that maybe, just maybe, Shuichi had gotten mad over something and left to go pester his best friend, Hiro. Unfortunately, something about that idea just didn't add up, Shuichi usually would go anywhere unless it was day, that or if he'd just been thrown out by a not so happy blonde writer.
Leaving the bathroom, he let out a heavy sigh, just where had Shuichi gone to? His golden gaze move from side to side, wondering where the pink haired singer had disappeared to. Catching sight of the kitchen, he began to wonder if perhaps Shuichi had gotten up to get a midnight snack, teenagers were well known to do such things, he told himself while walking into the kitchen.
Sitting on the furthest counter top away from Yuki sat a small, lone candle, it's light had barely managed to stay alive, and though it was a dying candle, it shined brighter then any other Yuki had ever seen. "Shuichi?" he whispered, gazing flickering around the room as he started towards the little candle.
On his way over, he slipped on something very wet, in the blink of an eye he found himself nearly laying on the floor, one hand firmly attached to the table in the center of the room, the other hand rested on the ground, keeping him from landing in whatever it was he had slipped in. "What the hell?!" pulling his hand upwards, towards the light, he noticed that whatever it was it was dark yellow, and very, very disgusting looking.
Making a face at the strange substance, Yuki got back to his feet--this time he held onto the table while walking-- and made his way over to the light switch, why he hadn't done that in the first place was still a mystery to him, it was a stupid thing to do. "Great.. now he's rubbing off on me?"
With the flick of his wrist the kitchen was illuminated by the bright kitchen lights, Yuki's eyes went wide at the sight of his poor kitchen laying in ruins. There were dirty pots and pans laying all over the table, some of the counters and the stove. What looked to be flour, and sugar had been spread all around the room, giving it the feel of being an oversized powder puff. And the icky mess Yuki had slipped it was revealed to be none other then; "Egg yolks?" he asked himself, almost horrified at the thought of Shuichi cooking, no, make that trying to cook. The boy was very scary in the kitchen, Yuki knew this very well from the number of times Shuichi had tried to make dinner, or other meals for that matter.
He stopped worrying about that when his eyes finally stopped looking at his hand covered in yolk, and started looking at the spot of bright pink he could clearly see peeking out from the other side of the table. "Shuichi!?" Rather then stepping on the eggs again, Yuki did something rather odd, he jumped on the table and looked over the side at where he found the splotch of pink. Sure enough the bright pink was that of his lovers hair, the boy was laying motionless on the floor in a mess of flour, and whatever the concoction he had been trying to make.
Carefully, Yuki got off the table and stepped on the floor next to Shuichi, his eyes went wide at the sight of a bright red pool forming around his lover's head, a huge gash marred the delicately tanned skin of the still youth.
"Shuichi! Get up!" he commanded, giving the boy a nudge. When no sort of response was given, he got up and reached for the phone to call an ambulance.
The day he ruined everything.
For some reason things just weren't going his way, they hadn't been all day, and Yuki Eiri knew the reason why, why everything had been ruined....
His day began long before the sun's did, in actuality he hadn't even gone to bed. He'd been up working late, on his new story, one that had yet to earn its title among the many famous novels with the name Yuki Eiri on it. Even though he'd stayed up all night, only a half a page had been written, and that was a half a page he was already considering destroying.
He hadn't been able to concentrate on writing ever since that little brat decide that he was going to come and take over the apartment with his useless junk, and noisy ways. No matter how much he pondered it, Yuki couldn't seem to come up with an answer as to why he let the brat say, honestly the teen was an obnoxious pain in the ass, always whining, or crying, or saying foolish things about love, it was enough to drive the blonde crazy. After all, he knew that love was just a thing for fools and idiots, which was why he was sure Shuichi was one, an idiot.
"What a pest" he declared, getting up from his seat right in front of the glowing computer screen, he'd been sitting there so long his legs felt numb, and his coffee--what was left of it-- was ice cold. Shifting his golden eyes towards the small alarm clock not far away he groaned at the sight of three bright red letters reading off '4:56'
He knew that his new--unwanted-- housemate would be fast asleep, the pink haired teen had a serious problem with getting up early in the morning, that was of course, unless he'd either had sex the nigh before, or done something seriously evil.
Upon arriving in the rather large living room, Yuki was mildly surprised not to find his little pink haired guest laying on the couch asleep, as he usually would be.
A delicate golden eyebrow arched upwards, the blonde was curious as to where the petit singer had gone. His curiosity drove him towards the bedroom in search of Shuichi. "Where are you?" He asked, as though the pink haired boy would pop out of nowhere and answer his question. To his surprise, nothing of the sort happened.
"Shuichi?" If that didn't get his lover out of whatever hiding space he was in, nothing would, after all, it was a rare occurrence when Yuki would actually call the brat by his real name.
When there was still no sign of Shuichi he quickly went to look around the rest of the apartment, though, he told himself that he wasn't worried about the kid, he just wanted to know what kind of a mess Shuichi was making right then, yes that was it..
The next place he looked was, of course, the bathroom, perhaps the singer had to go use it, like many people did early in the morning. Sadly, after arriving at the little room he found that his lover was still nowhere in sight. "Where has that idiot gone?" Indeed, that was the question; where had that idiot gone?
For a moment Yuki thought that maybe, just maybe, Shuichi had gotten mad over something and left to go pester his best friend, Hiro. Unfortunately, something about that idea just didn't add up, Shuichi usually would go anywhere unless it was day, that or if he'd just been thrown out by a not so happy blonde writer.
Leaving the bathroom, he let out a heavy sigh, just where had Shuichi gone to? His golden gaze move from side to side, wondering where the pink haired singer had disappeared to. Catching sight of the kitchen, he began to wonder if perhaps Shuichi had gotten up to get a midnight snack, teenagers were well known to do such things, he told himself while walking into the kitchen.
Sitting on the furthest counter top away from Yuki sat a small, lone candle, it's light had barely managed to stay alive, and though it was a dying candle, it shined brighter then any other Yuki had ever seen. "Shuichi?" he whispered, gazing flickering around the room as he started towards the little candle.
On his way over, he slipped on something very wet, in the blink of an eye he found himself nearly laying on the floor, one hand firmly attached to the table in the center of the room, the other hand rested on the ground, keeping him from landing in whatever it was he had slipped in. "What the hell?!" pulling his hand upwards, towards the light, he noticed that whatever it was it was dark yellow, and very, very disgusting looking.
Making a face at the strange substance, Yuki got back to his feet--this time he held onto the table while walking-- and made his way over to the light switch, why he hadn't done that in the first place was still a mystery to him, it was a stupid thing to do. "Great.. now he's rubbing off on me?"
With the flick of his wrist the kitchen was illuminated by the bright kitchen lights, Yuki's eyes went wide at the sight of his poor kitchen laying in ruins. There were dirty pots and pans laying all over the table, some of the counters and the stove. What looked to be flour, and sugar had been spread all around the room, giving it the feel of being an oversized powder puff. And the icky mess Yuki had slipped it was revealed to be none other then; "Egg yolks?" he asked himself, almost horrified at the thought of Shuichi cooking, no, make that trying to cook. The boy was very scary in the kitchen, Yuki knew this very well from the number of times Shuichi had tried to make dinner, or other meals for that matter.
He stopped worrying about that when his eyes finally stopped looking at his hand covered in yolk, and started looking at the spot of bright pink he could clearly see peeking out from the other side of the table. "Shuichi!?" Rather then stepping on the eggs again, Yuki did something rather odd, he jumped on the table and looked over the side at where he found the splotch of pink. Sure enough the bright pink was that of his lovers hair, the boy was laying motionless on the floor in a mess of flour, and whatever the concoction he had been trying to make.
Carefully, Yuki got off the table and stepped on the floor next to Shuichi, his eyes went wide at the sight of a bright red pool forming around his lover's head, a huge gash marred the delicately tanned skin of the still youth.
"Shuichi! Get up!" he commanded, giving the boy a nudge. When no sort of response was given, he got up and reached for the phone to call an ambulance.