A Foul Month by Atsureki
Disclaimers : They don't belong to me and if you sue me you'll get zippo! I'm so freakin' poor the dogs piss on me!
Warnings : Shonen-ai (well duh this is Gravitation!), OOC, angst, strangeness and stuff
Notes : Stuff written in Italic are thoughts.
Okay this things just ambushed me one late night/early morning when I suffered from insomnia. I wrote it in an hour or so, so it's probably real crappy but oh well… There are two parts and I'll slap the second one up here ASAP.
I know Shuichi is acting soooooo weird here but the end will explain it. Actually everything that happens is explained at the end of the second part. *nods*
I haven't written a Gravi-fic in ages so I'm probably a bit rusty. Hm I'm babbling way too much here… Just go read ne?
Part 1.
Another morning dawned. Another day to add to the foul month that never seemed to end. It started badly just like the others and it was down right disgustingly unfair. He woke up on the couch and realized that he had overslept, again. The night before had been awful and the previous day hadn't been any better. He simply could not get a break and it was seriously getting to him.
With an annoyed growl he threw himself off the couch and stormed around the apartment. In record time he showered, got dressed and bursted through the door. His way to the studio was filled with traps that would make him even more late and he stepped in every single one of them. Panting like crazy, sweating like a pig and with a headache that threatened to smash his brain to mush he finally entered the NG building.
"Where the hell have you been!?" an angry voice barked at him. "Is there a law that forbids you to show up on time Shuichi?" The vocalist bit the inside of his cheek and tried to calm down.
"I'm sorry K I didn't hear the alarm." His manager glared at him and pointed a gun to his head. I really wish he would just shoot me! Shuichi growled in his head. Usually he could get pass these kinds of slumps but lately there had just been way too many. It was like a curse! At home he was constantly fighting with Yuki, at the studio he couldn't seem to do anything right, not to meantion the fact that his best friend was up to something that just couldn't be good.
For some reason, that completely eluded Shuichi, Hiro had introduced another guitarist to the band. Oliver James or James Oliver, which it was nobody knew, was great with his guitar but Bad Luck didn't need him. Shuichi had almost blown a fuse when Hiro presisted that the lanky American should join them. The fact that the blonde player only listened if they called him Stallion didn't help the vocalist one bit.
"Well you've already wasted three hours of our time so get a move on!" K muttered to the pink haired man and pushed him towards the door. Shuichi gritted his teeth and really wished he could just lie down and sleep or die, whichever came first. Annoyed, tired and on his last nerve the vocalist entered the studio.
"If it isn't Shindou Shuichi! Imagine that he would grace us with his presence," Hiro greeted him with a mocking tone. He chose to ignore the comment and just glare at him instead.
"We're all here now so let's get started," K said and nodded to the auburn haired guitarist. Hiro's face immediatly became serious.
"I know you all are wondering why I asked Stallion to join us. The reason is simple… As soon as this album is done I'm leaving Bad Luck." All eyes stared at Hiro not grasping what he was saying.
"What do you mean leaving?" Shuichi asked his friend with confusion. He could see that Hiro didn't want to answer. A strange shadow crept across the guitarist's eyes and he refused to look at his friend. "Why Hiro?!"
"Shu, it's hard to explain… I just… need to leave Bad Luck," Hiro studdered. That was the straw that broke Shuichi's back or perhaps his sanity, he snapped, went nuts. Huffing and snarling like a mad bull the slender vocalist walked up to his best friend.
"Hard to explain?!" he snarled and shoved Hiro backwards. "HARD TO EXPLAIN!? We've known each other for a million years and you can't even explain why you're leaving?!"
"Shu just calm down, please," the guitarist pleaded and tried to get a hold of his friends hands before they pushed him again. "I can't explain it to you but I really have to quit." Shuichi narrowed his eyes and felt how rage took over. Never in his life had he been so furious before.
"Good! Fine! To hell with our dreams and our friendship! I'll make it easy on you Hiroshi!" the vocalist yelled and turned to K. "As from today Bad Luck doesn't exist anymore!" The room went quiet and all eyes were glued on Shuichi.
"You don't mean that Shu," Hiro mumbled and placed his hand on the shorter man's shoulder. With dark eyes his friend pushed him away.
"I have never meant anything so much in my life! Bad Luck was our dream but if you're just gonna walk away from that then by all means be my guest. To hell with everything! This is the last time I ever set my foot in this place!" Shuichi screamed before he stormed out. He ran out from the NG building and continued down the street. Normally he would be crying but he was too angry. He saw red and was cursing under his breath. Fuck Hiro! Damn him all the way to hell! How could his best friend do such a thing? And without explaining? Shuichi's insides were boiling with rage and hurt.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Golden eyes glared at the time again. 3 am and still no Shuichi. Eiri lit another cigarette and went back to pacing the apartment. He was worried and scared, two feelings he really really hated. Hiro had called him and told him what had happened and the novelist was to say the least baffled about Shuichi's actions. His lover had no problems with changing moods faster than most people could blink but that kind of full blown rage was very unlike him.
Yuki had of course noticed that the last month had been hard on Shuichi. They were constantly at each other… Well if the blonde was honest it was more like he was constantly on Shuichi's back. He suffered from a writer's block that refused to give in, he was trying to quit smoking and his headaches were worse than ever. And as usual when his life turned to shit Eiri took it out on his lover. He knew he was unfair but couldn't help himself.
Now he was concerned that everything that had happened was his fault and that made him angry. If there was one thing Yuki Eiri didn't allow himself it was feeling guilty! The sound of the door snapped him back to reality. Shuichi walked in with a dark expression on his face.
"Where the hell have you been?!" the novelist snarled at his lover. He was angry with Shuichi for making him worry and he was angry at himself for taking it out on him.
"Like you care," the singer snorted and brushed pass him. If Eiri hadn't been so angry he would have realized that he needed to back off but it was too late.
"Don't you dare walk away from me when I'm talking to you Brat!" the blonde growled and grabbed his lover's arm. "Where have you been?" Shuichi swirled around and hit the hand that trapped him.
"Back off Yuki! I'm in no mood for this!" The blonde narrowed his eyes and felt how anger shook him.
"What did you say?!" His voice was low and dangerous. Shuichi gritted his teeth and glared at him with rage in his beautiful eyes.
"I've had enough of you! Every damn day it's the same! You never say a kind word to me, the only time you touch me is when you want sex. I've lived here for three years and you still make me sleep on the couch! Well I'm gonna make this easy on you Yuki," the pink haired vocalist spat out. "I'm leaving! That should make you happy, right?" Completely stunned by his lover's words Eiri just stared at him. Without saying anything more Shuichi threw some clothes into a bag and headed for the door. The sound of the door slamming behind him made the novelist take a step back.
"Shuichi?" the blonde asked in confusion and sank down on the couch. He had left him… Yuki Eiri had just been dumped.
~TBC in the second and last part~
I like Shuichi all pissed off and in rage. *chuckles* And I hope I'll be seeing you again for part 2 which is almost done, just need to read it through it a few more times. Ja/Atsureki