Everything I wish I had
Author: Purrmeow
Author's notes: This is my very first Gravitation ficcie (product of
Gravit-a-thon), and it took me a while to come up with the idea, so I hope that
you enjoy it. Now, I am not the biggest fan of Fujisaki, but I do love Sakuma
and Shuichi, so I hope that I am not to OOC for Fujisaki. I am also leaving for
Japan in two and a half weeks (for ten months), so I will try to write as much
as I can before I go, so please wait for me ^-^! After watching Gravitation
again, I realize a few errors in my idea, but I hope you will accept them as is.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, it is the product of someone else's
imagination, so don't sue for copyright values. I'm poor and you would end up
losing money in lawyer fees, so it's not really worth it, now is it?
Chapter One
The stick of strawberry pocky hung limply from the vocalist's pink lips,
swinging back and forth as he stared out into empty space. His boredom was
mirrored in the blank face of the red head that sat across from him, chocolate
pocky hanging from the guitarist's mouth, while his fingers tapped at the wood
of the table rhythmatically. Even the strict Fujisaki lay with his head on the
table, a pen in hand tapping on a blank scale, leaving tiny dots, but no music.
They had gone almost a week with no new publicity, no public events, and not a
single song had spilt from the prestigious pop idols; however, there was no real
pressure to come up with new music, or at least not yet. Their cross country
tour had ended, and they had enjoyed a short vacation only recently, but the way
things were going lately, one would doubt they had done anything of importance.
Toying with pink strands of thick hair, Shuichi groaned, " Na, Hiro-"
The door burst open, and the ever energetic Mr. K stepped into the room, rifle
craddled in his hand as though it were part of the appendage. "Big News!" He
announced, the english slurred as it spilt from his lips. Startled by the sudden
appearance of their eccentric manager, the three shot up in their seats and
their expectant eyes glued to the laughing blonde.
" There is a joint concert between Bad Luck and Nittle Grasper scheduled for two
days from now!" His blue eyes swept across the room, searching for the shock and
excitement he had expected from the group, however, no one budged.
" I don't mean to burst your bubble or anything," Hiro began," but we have
already had several joint concerts with-" The click of the rifle locking against
his temple silenced the red head, and his spine stiffened.
" No, not like this you haven't." The comment captivated the attention of the
previously uninterested men, their confused stares beckoning for a reason from
the gun wielding blonde.
"SHUICHI!!!!" The door burst open yet again, and a hyperactive brunette flew
through and clung to the pink haired singer; the impact forcing him out of his
chair, and sending the pair tumbling to the floor. The bright chocolate eyes of
Sakuma Ryuichi spakled at Shuichi, as the dizzy vocalist attempted to regain his
composure.
" Shuichi! Did you just hear, I'm so excited! I get to sing with the famous
Shindou Shuichi! Ureshii!!!!!!!(1)" The bouncing brunette annouced in one huge
breath and squeezed Shuichi into breathlessness yet again.
"Shuichi?" Ryuichi questioned, confused as to why the other was silent.
The purple eyed man blinked, then blinked again, the information sinking into
his head as his lungs filled with oxygen once more. His eyes widened, and he
drew in a deep breath, as he too began to sparkle. " I get to sing with
Sakuma-san." He turned huge, glittery, purple eyes to his idol," Sakuma-san,"
and glomped the also sparkling brunette, cheering in a gitty frenzy on the
ground.
Pulling his rifle away from Hiro's tense body, their manager haughtily
commented," Okay, well I guess you all now know what the big news is." Two pairs
of eyes blinked a few times, gaze shooting from the excited vocalists to the
grinning Mr.K.
" But... How?" Fujisaki questioned, unsure as to why they were now expected to
pair up with their rival band in a concert. " The are our riva-"
"Were. Our rivals." K corrected, " Apparently Ryuichi insisted that he be able
to sing with Shindou-san yet again." They turned their attentions again to the
giggling pair, who had not yet left their fantasy world, surrounded in
glittering shoujo bubbles.
" Both bands are to perform the same songs together, a few Bad Luck songs, and a
few of Nittle Grasper's. We will be playing at Zepp Tokyo yet again, and the
show is already sold out, so no objections." Mr.K finalized the plans before
turning to leave the room, a smile curling on his lips as he made his way over
to the vocalists. Literally tearing Ryuichi off of Shuichi, he dragged the teary
and yearning man across the carpet. " I'll return this first." He dryly
commented as the chibified singer protested.
"Shuichi!" The call repeated over and over again, the voice slowly fading as the
brunette disappeared further and further down the hallway.
For a few moments silence stretched in the empty room, and the dishelven Shuichi
crawled into his chair, flustered and embarrased. The hands of the clock clicked
with each second, tick-tick-tick.
" WAIT ONE MINUTE!" The fratic Fujisaki shouted, leaping from his chair. " We
have TWO DAYS to learn an entire concert worth of their songs!" The youngest
screamed at the guitarist and vocalist, seeming to age visibly from the stress
overload. While, Hiro picked at his fingernails, feet thrown onto the table,
completely ignoring the sixteen year old; and Shuichi innocently munched on a
few sticks of pocky.
" How can you two be so calm about this?! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!" The dark haired
teen panicked, lifting Shuichi out of his chair, and ravenously shaking the
innocent man back and forth.
Flopping like a rag doll in the grip of the teenager, he placed a shaky hand
atop Fujisaki's arm, the blue haired teen already heaving from stress. " Hiro
and I have been playing Nittle Grasper songs since we first met," Shuichi tried
to calm down the other, pointing out how simple and stressless the situation
would be.
Releasing the vocalist, Fujisaki slumped to the ground, head in his hands, "
oh... so your fine." He honestly could have cried right then and there, but was
too shocked to do anything but shudder.
Lifting himself out of his chair, Hiro calmly approached his koohai, kneeling
next to the stress paralyzed teenager. " Don't worry, we'll just practice."
Smiling, Hiro patted the youth on the back, continuing, " At least it's not
tomorrow," laughing at his own cruel joke.
" Not funny." Fujisaki retorted, slowly standing, his eyes piercing into
Shuichi's innocent purple eyes, as the vocalist stared at the two. "We have to
practice. Now." His strict orders left no room for objetion, as he lifted his
music sheets off of the table and guided the others towards the practice room.
Intercepting the three in the hallway, was the familiar face of their manager,
Mr.K; accompanied by the now composed Sakuma Ryuichi, Seguchi Tohma, and Ukai
Noriko. " Did I forget to mention that you will all be practicing together?" K
questioned, his eyes falling on the sweatdropping Fujisaki, who nearly collapsed
at the news.
~***~
The practice had taken both bands late into the evening, and Shuichi wanted
nothing more than to just get home to his Yuki and cuddle up against his love.
Dragging himself up the stairs to their apartment, Shuichi lethargically slipped
the keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the door. Falling into the apartment,
he tiredly called out," Tadaima!"(2)
His own voice echoed off of the walls of the empty apartment, and he listened
carefully for a reply, or at least some noise that would signify the presence of
his lover. Crawling from room to room, he found no one; everything was in order,
all of their furniture was still there. " Where did Yuki go?" Shuichi asked no
one in particular, as he returned to the ominously large living room, feeling
both worried, and alone. The red blinking on the answering machine caught his
eye, and he rushed over to the phone stand, looming over the inanimate object as
though he were going to attack.
He pressed the play button and listened carefully, " You have one new message."
The machine beeped and began to play the message." Wednesday, August 5, 6:56 PM;
Normally I would not call, but," The deep, and instantly recognizable voice of
Yuki Eiri, sounded from the answering mahine, causing Shuichi's eyes to light
up. " I will be in Kyoto for the next few days, speaking to my editor. I'm
calling to tell you that I will be home in three days, don't destroy the
apartment." And the machine beeped once more, signifying the end of the message,
" You have no more messages." With the press of a button, Shuichi silenced the
machine and slumped onto the couch.
Yuki was going to be gone for three days, his concert was in two... would he be
able to last until then? His confidence slowly began to slip, and the
apartment's emptiness began to effect the vocalist even more. He wanted to cry,
but what good would it do? There was no way he and Yuki could always be at one
another's sides... right? He just had to get used to it.
" It's only three days, I'll last." He reassured himself, and picked up the
remote, turning on the TV. He aimlessly flipped through the channels, searching
for anything of remote interest. " I'll just watch some TV." Shuichi stated,
leaning back against the leather sofa, sinking into the cushions, as he stared
blankly at the screen.
In a split second, he dropped the remote, dived to the end of the couch, and
picked up the phone, dialing Hiro's number. He let it ring once, twice,
thrice... after the seventh ring, he heard Hiro's voice.
"Hi! Hiro-," he stopped mid sentence, listening to the monotone of the answering
machine.
With a hopeless expression, he hung up the phone, feeling more alone than ever.
Hiro was obviously not home, but he desperately needed company. Thinking for a
few seconds in silence, he stared at the phone buttons, contemplating how to
remedy the situation. An idea burst forward from the back of his mind and he
speedily dialed the number, praying that the other was home.
" Moshi Moshi no da!"(3) The energetic voice nearly sang through the phone.
" Sakuma-san! Is that you?!" Shuichi hurriedly asked, begging that it was not
another answering machine.
" Hai, who's that?"
" Shindou Shuichi." He hurriedly replied.
" Shuichi... Shuichi... Shuichi." Ryuichi repeated, trying to figure out who it
was. " Shuichi!!" He happily cried through the phone.
" I know it's late, but... I was wondering if you wanted to come over? It's
really lonely and..." Shuichi heard the phone click, and a steady dial tone
ringing in his ear. " Sakuma-san? Sakuma-san?" He asked the dial tone worriedly,
' what could have happened?' He asked himself, hanging up the phone.
" Sakuma-san..." Shuichi repeated, head drooping.
" HAI!!" He heard through the wall, followed by heavy knocking.
Head shooting up, he paced to the door, cracked it open, and peered outside.
Instantly, he was tackled by a smiling Ryuichi, and sent flying to the ground,
Ryuichi straddling, and hugging him.
" Sakuma-san? How did you get here so fast?" Surprized, Shuichi, stared up in
disbelief at the hyper brunette who had mounted him.
" I don't really know." He replied, eyes upturned as he sought the answer,
repeating the question to himself quietly. The idol was dressed in loose
fitting, pink, bunny pajamas, and he had a pillow stuffed under one arm,
Kumagoro(4) under the other.
Halting the dark eyed vocalist, he injected, " Either way, thanks for coming."
And he smiled thoughtfully, he had never before had a sleppover with Sakuma-san,
and the mere thought was exhilerating.
" Kumagoro loves sleep-overs no da!" Ryuichi cried out, grabbing his stuffed
rabbit in a fierce grip, and rushing over to the couch, hopping on the cushiony
surface.
" Where does Kumagoro sleep?" He piped, smile going from ear to ear," Can
Kumagoro sleep in the same room as Shuichi?"
Shuichi rushed over to the couch, and he join Ryuichi at his side," Um. I guess
you can sleep here on the couch. Yuki kinda gets mad if I sleep in his bed when
he's not around." Shuichi innocently babbled, as the now silent Ryuichi stared
at him, listening attentively. With no one to stop im from babbling on, he
continued for a while, until he finally came to a conclusion, a good while
later. " And he's not gonna be here for the concert."
They sat in a brief silence as Ryuichi nodded slowly, " Kumagoro doesn't like it
when Shu-chan's sad, Kumagoro wants to cheer up Shu-chan no da." He smiled
mischeiviously, pouncing atop the unprepared Shuichi and tickling him profusely,
growling playfully. Shuichi couldn't help but burst into laughter, rolling off
of the couch with his idol still clinging to him.
Even hitting the floor didn't interupt what the two were doing, and Shuichi
desperately squirmed beneath Ryuichi screaming while laughing, " I surrender! I
surrender!"
His mood had definitely lightened, and the brunette didn't stop at the cry,
instead his hands tickled even more, his eyes glued to his prey. A heavy
pounding on the wall soon silenced the two, as the neighbour shouted for them to
be quiet through the walls. Frozen in place, the two giggled like school girls,
and Shuichi placed a careful finger up to his lips, and whispered, "shhhh."
" Hey Shuichi, I have an idea for the concert." Ryuichi whispered, a
mischeivious grin curling the corners of his mouth. Shuichi, intruiged by his
senpai's offer, leaned close, listening as Ryuichi carefully whispered. " But
it's our secret, don't tell anyone."
Shuichi's eyes shot wide open, surprized at the suggestion of the seemingly
innocent Ryuichi. "But, Sakuma-san..." He stopped, recalling where the idea for
the concert had originated, as K had explained during practice. 'This will
increase both the bands popularity, and record sales phenominally.' If
Sakuma-san was right, then they may sell another million... and Yuki may take
him on another date! The prospect was too good to pass up, so he readily nodded,
a smile adorning his sparkling face.
"Wai!" The brunette cried, and huriedly clasped a hand over his mouth; " gomen
ne(5)," Ryuichi whispered, and crouched down, yawning.
" I'll go get some blankets." Shuichi offered, a hand resting on his idol's
shoulder, before he retreated to the closet. He returned with a couple of
gigantic down quilts, to find Ryuichi snuggled up on the ground where he had
left him, pillow under his head, and Kumagoro clenched tightly in his arms.
Draping the blanket across the brunette, he left Ryuichi on the ground where he
had fallen asleep; turning off all of the lights, he curled up on the couch, and
sighed.
" Shuichi?" A soft voice pleaded in the darkness.
" Hai," Shuichi replied, " I thought you were asleep." He stated, surprized that
Ryuichi was still awake.
" Kumagoro really likes Shuichi."
" Me too." Shuichi ended, listening as Ryuichi's breath steadied, and he began
to snore. Eyes closing, he smiled, 'Yuki will take me out again.' With his goal
set, his thoughts turned to the task that would achieve such.' Fan service...'
And Shuichi silently slipped into a dream, imagining how their plan would work
out, as well as he and Yuki's second date.
End of Chapter One ~ I Hope you enjoyed that, I'm anxious to hear what people
think about it. Reviews please.^-~!
(1) Ureshii!!!- I'm so Happy!!!!!!!!!
(2) Tadaima- (Said by Japanese people when they arrive at home) I'm Home.
(3) Moshi Moshi- Hello (when answering the phone); no da- nonsense ( like la la
la)
(4) Kumagoro is Ryuichi's stuffed rabbit, for those of you who didn't know.
(5) Gomen ne- I'm sorry
Author: Purrmeow
Author's notes: This is my very first Gravitation ficcie (product of
Gravit-a-thon), and it took me a while to come up with the idea, so I hope that
you enjoy it. Now, I am not the biggest fan of Fujisaki, but I do love Sakuma
and Shuichi, so I hope that I am not to OOC for Fujisaki. I am also leaving for
Japan in two and a half weeks (for ten months), so I will try to write as much
as I can before I go, so please wait for me ^-^! After watching Gravitation
again, I realize a few errors in my idea, but I hope you will accept them as is.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, it is the product of someone else's
imagination, so don't sue for copyright values. I'm poor and you would end up
losing money in lawyer fees, so it's not really worth it, now is it?
Chapter One
The stick of strawberry pocky hung limply from the vocalist's pink lips,
swinging back and forth as he stared out into empty space. His boredom was
mirrored in the blank face of the red head that sat across from him, chocolate
pocky hanging from the guitarist's mouth, while his fingers tapped at the wood
of the table rhythmatically. Even the strict Fujisaki lay with his head on the
table, a pen in hand tapping on a blank scale, leaving tiny dots, but no music.
They had gone almost a week with no new publicity, no public events, and not a
single song had spilt from the prestigious pop idols; however, there was no real
pressure to come up with new music, or at least not yet. Their cross country
tour had ended, and they had enjoyed a short vacation only recently, but the way
things were going lately, one would doubt they had done anything of importance.
Toying with pink strands of thick hair, Shuichi groaned, " Na, Hiro-"
The door burst open, and the ever energetic Mr. K stepped into the room, rifle
craddled in his hand as though it were part of the appendage. "Big News!" He
announced, the english slurred as it spilt from his lips. Startled by the sudden
appearance of their eccentric manager, the three shot up in their seats and
their expectant eyes glued to the laughing blonde.
" There is a joint concert between Bad Luck and Nittle Grasper scheduled for two
days from now!" His blue eyes swept across the room, searching for the shock and
excitement he had expected from the group, however, no one budged.
" I don't mean to burst your bubble or anything," Hiro began," but we have
already had several joint concerts with-" The click of the rifle locking against
his temple silenced the red head, and his spine stiffened.
" No, not like this you haven't." The comment captivated the attention of the
previously uninterested men, their confused stares beckoning for a reason from
the gun wielding blonde.
"SHUICHI!!!!" The door burst open yet again, and a hyperactive brunette flew
through and clung to the pink haired singer; the impact forcing him out of his
chair, and sending the pair tumbling to the floor. The bright chocolate eyes of
Sakuma Ryuichi spakled at Shuichi, as the dizzy vocalist attempted to regain his
composure.
" Shuichi! Did you just hear, I'm so excited! I get to sing with the famous
Shindou Shuichi! Ureshii!!!!!!!(1)" The bouncing brunette annouced in one huge
breath and squeezed Shuichi into breathlessness yet again.
"Shuichi?" Ryuichi questioned, confused as to why the other was silent.
The purple eyed man blinked, then blinked again, the information sinking into
his head as his lungs filled with oxygen once more. His eyes widened, and he
drew in a deep breath, as he too began to sparkle. " I get to sing with
Sakuma-san." He turned huge, glittery, purple eyes to his idol," Sakuma-san,"
and glomped the also sparkling brunette, cheering in a gitty frenzy on the
ground.
Pulling his rifle away from Hiro's tense body, their manager haughtily
commented," Okay, well I guess you all now know what the big news is." Two pairs
of eyes blinked a few times, gaze shooting from the excited vocalists to the
grinning Mr.K.
" But... How?" Fujisaki questioned, unsure as to why they were now expected to
pair up with their rival band in a concert. " The are our riva-"
"Were. Our rivals." K corrected, " Apparently Ryuichi insisted that he be able
to sing with Shindou-san yet again." They turned their attentions again to the
giggling pair, who had not yet left their fantasy world, surrounded in
glittering shoujo bubbles.
" Both bands are to perform the same songs together, a few Bad Luck songs, and a
few of Nittle Grasper's. We will be playing at Zepp Tokyo yet again, and the
show is already sold out, so no objections." Mr.K finalized the plans before
turning to leave the room, a smile curling on his lips as he made his way over
to the vocalists. Literally tearing Ryuichi off of Shuichi, he dragged the teary
and yearning man across the carpet. " I'll return this first." He dryly
commented as the chibified singer protested.
"Shuichi!" The call repeated over and over again, the voice slowly fading as the
brunette disappeared further and further down the hallway.
For a few moments silence stretched in the empty room, and the dishelven Shuichi
crawled into his chair, flustered and embarrased. The hands of the clock clicked
with each second, tick-tick-tick.
" WAIT ONE MINUTE!" The fratic Fujisaki shouted, leaping from his chair. " We
have TWO DAYS to learn an entire concert worth of their songs!" The youngest
screamed at the guitarist and vocalist, seeming to age visibly from the stress
overload. While, Hiro picked at his fingernails, feet thrown onto the table,
completely ignoring the sixteen year old; and Shuichi innocently munched on a
few sticks of pocky.
" How can you two be so calm about this?! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!" The dark haired
teen panicked, lifting Shuichi out of his chair, and ravenously shaking the
innocent man back and forth.
Flopping like a rag doll in the grip of the teenager, he placed a shaky hand
atop Fujisaki's arm, the blue haired teen already heaving from stress. " Hiro
and I have been playing Nittle Grasper songs since we first met," Shuichi tried
to calm down the other, pointing out how simple and stressless the situation
would be.
Releasing the vocalist, Fujisaki slumped to the ground, head in his hands, "
oh... so your fine." He honestly could have cried right then and there, but was
too shocked to do anything but shudder.
Lifting himself out of his chair, Hiro calmly approached his koohai, kneeling
next to the stress paralyzed teenager. " Don't worry, we'll just practice."
Smiling, Hiro patted the youth on the back, continuing, " At least it's not
tomorrow," laughing at his own cruel joke.
" Not funny." Fujisaki retorted, slowly standing, his eyes piercing into
Shuichi's innocent purple eyes, as the vocalist stared at the two. "We have to
practice. Now." His strict orders left no room for objetion, as he lifted his
music sheets off of the table and guided the others towards the practice room.
Intercepting the three in the hallway, was the familiar face of their manager,
Mr.K; accompanied by the now composed Sakuma Ryuichi, Seguchi Tohma, and Ukai
Noriko. " Did I forget to mention that you will all be practicing together?" K
questioned, his eyes falling on the sweatdropping Fujisaki, who nearly collapsed
at the news.
~***~
The practice had taken both bands late into the evening, and Shuichi wanted
nothing more than to just get home to his Yuki and cuddle up against his love.
Dragging himself up the stairs to their apartment, Shuichi lethargically slipped
the keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the door. Falling into the apartment,
he tiredly called out," Tadaima!"(2)
His own voice echoed off of the walls of the empty apartment, and he listened
carefully for a reply, or at least some noise that would signify the presence of
his lover. Crawling from room to room, he found no one; everything was in order,
all of their furniture was still there. " Where did Yuki go?" Shuichi asked no
one in particular, as he returned to the ominously large living room, feeling
both worried, and alone. The red blinking on the answering machine caught his
eye, and he rushed over to the phone stand, looming over the inanimate object as
though he were going to attack.
He pressed the play button and listened carefully, " You have one new message."
The machine beeped and began to play the message." Wednesday, August 5, 6:56 PM;
Normally I would not call, but," The deep, and instantly recognizable voice of
Yuki Eiri, sounded from the answering mahine, causing Shuichi's eyes to light
up. " I will be in Kyoto for the next few days, speaking to my editor. I'm
calling to tell you that I will be home in three days, don't destroy the
apartment." And the machine beeped once more, signifying the end of the message,
" You have no more messages." With the press of a button, Shuichi silenced the
machine and slumped onto the couch.
Yuki was going to be gone for three days, his concert was in two... would he be
able to last until then? His confidence slowly began to slip, and the
apartment's emptiness began to effect the vocalist even more. He wanted to cry,
but what good would it do? There was no way he and Yuki could always be at one
another's sides... right? He just had to get used to it.
" It's only three days, I'll last." He reassured himself, and picked up the
remote, turning on the TV. He aimlessly flipped through the channels, searching
for anything of remote interest. " I'll just watch some TV." Shuichi stated,
leaning back against the leather sofa, sinking into the cushions, as he stared
blankly at the screen.
In a split second, he dropped the remote, dived to the end of the couch, and
picked up the phone, dialing Hiro's number. He let it ring once, twice,
thrice... after the seventh ring, he heard Hiro's voice.
"Hi! Hiro-," he stopped mid sentence, listening to the monotone of the answering
machine.
With a hopeless expression, he hung up the phone, feeling more alone than ever.
Hiro was obviously not home, but he desperately needed company. Thinking for a
few seconds in silence, he stared at the phone buttons, contemplating how to
remedy the situation. An idea burst forward from the back of his mind and he
speedily dialed the number, praying that the other was home.
" Moshi Moshi no da!"(3) The energetic voice nearly sang through the phone.
" Sakuma-san! Is that you?!" Shuichi hurriedly asked, begging that it was not
another answering machine.
" Hai, who's that?"
" Shindou Shuichi." He hurriedly replied.
" Shuichi... Shuichi... Shuichi." Ryuichi repeated, trying to figure out who it
was. " Shuichi!!" He happily cried through the phone.
" I know it's late, but... I was wondering if you wanted to come over? It's
really lonely and..." Shuichi heard the phone click, and a steady dial tone
ringing in his ear. " Sakuma-san? Sakuma-san?" He asked the dial tone worriedly,
' what could have happened?' He asked himself, hanging up the phone.
" Sakuma-san..." Shuichi repeated, head drooping.
" HAI!!" He heard through the wall, followed by heavy knocking.
Head shooting up, he paced to the door, cracked it open, and peered outside.
Instantly, he was tackled by a smiling Ryuichi, and sent flying to the ground,
Ryuichi straddling, and hugging him.
" Sakuma-san? How did you get here so fast?" Surprized, Shuichi, stared up in
disbelief at the hyper brunette who had mounted him.
" I don't really know." He replied, eyes upturned as he sought the answer,
repeating the question to himself quietly. The idol was dressed in loose
fitting, pink, bunny pajamas, and he had a pillow stuffed under one arm,
Kumagoro(4) under the other.
Halting the dark eyed vocalist, he injected, " Either way, thanks for coming."
And he smiled thoughtfully, he had never before had a sleppover with Sakuma-san,
and the mere thought was exhilerating.
" Kumagoro loves sleep-overs no da!" Ryuichi cried out, grabbing his stuffed
rabbit in a fierce grip, and rushing over to the couch, hopping on the cushiony
surface.
" Where does Kumagoro sleep?" He piped, smile going from ear to ear," Can
Kumagoro sleep in the same room as Shuichi?"
Shuichi rushed over to the couch, and he join Ryuichi at his side," Um. I guess
you can sleep here on the couch. Yuki kinda gets mad if I sleep in his bed when
he's not around." Shuichi innocently babbled, as the now silent Ryuichi stared
at him, listening attentively. With no one to stop im from babbling on, he
continued for a while, until he finally came to a conclusion, a good while
later. " And he's not gonna be here for the concert."
They sat in a brief silence as Ryuichi nodded slowly, " Kumagoro doesn't like it
when Shu-chan's sad, Kumagoro wants to cheer up Shu-chan no da." He smiled
mischeiviously, pouncing atop the unprepared Shuichi and tickling him profusely,
growling playfully. Shuichi couldn't help but burst into laughter, rolling off
of the couch with his idol still clinging to him.
Even hitting the floor didn't interupt what the two were doing, and Shuichi
desperately squirmed beneath Ryuichi screaming while laughing, " I surrender! I
surrender!"
His mood had definitely lightened, and the brunette didn't stop at the cry,
instead his hands tickled even more, his eyes glued to his prey. A heavy
pounding on the wall soon silenced the two, as the neighbour shouted for them to
be quiet through the walls. Frozen in place, the two giggled like school girls,
and Shuichi placed a careful finger up to his lips, and whispered, "shhhh."
" Hey Shuichi, I have an idea for the concert." Ryuichi whispered, a
mischeivious grin curling the corners of his mouth. Shuichi, intruiged by his
senpai's offer, leaned close, listening as Ryuichi carefully whispered. " But
it's our secret, don't tell anyone."
Shuichi's eyes shot wide open, surprized at the suggestion of the seemingly
innocent Ryuichi. "But, Sakuma-san..." He stopped, recalling where the idea for
the concert had originated, as K had explained during practice. 'This will
increase both the bands popularity, and record sales phenominally.' If
Sakuma-san was right, then they may sell another million... and Yuki may take
him on another date! The prospect was too good to pass up, so he readily nodded,
a smile adorning his sparkling face.
"Wai!" The brunette cried, and huriedly clasped a hand over his mouth; " gomen
ne(5)," Ryuichi whispered, and crouched down, yawning.
" I'll go get some blankets." Shuichi offered, a hand resting on his idol's
shoulder, before he retreated to the closet. He returned with a couple of
gigantic down quilts, to find Ryuichi snuggled up on the ground where he had
left him, pillow under his head, and Kumagoro clenched tightly in his arms.
Draping the blanket across the brunette, he left Ryuichi on the ground where he
had fallen asleep; turning off all of the lights, he curled up on the couch, and
sighed.
" Shuichi?" A soft voice pleaded in the darkness.
" Hai," Shuichi replied, " I thought you were asleep." He stated, surprized that
Ryuichi was still awake.
" Kumagoro really likes Shuichi."
" Me too." Shuichi ended, listening as Ryuichi's breath steadied, and he began
to snore. Eyes closing, he smiled, 'Yuki will take me out again.' With his goal
set, his thoughts turned to the task that would achieve such.' Fan service...'
And Shuichi silently slipped into a dream, imagining how their plan would work
out, as well as he and Yuki's second date.
End of Chapter One ~ I Hope you enjoyed that, I'm anxious to hear what people
think about it. Reviews please.^-~!
(1) Ureshii!!!- I'm so Happy!!!!!!!!!
(2) Tadaima- (Said by Japanese people when they arrive at home) I'm Home.
(3) Moshi Moshi- Hello (when answering the phone); no da- nonsense ( like la la
la)
(4) Kumagoro is Ryuichi's stuffed rabbit, for those of you who didn't know.
(5) Gomen ne- I'm sorry