Disclaimer: I own nothing of Gravitation.
Notes: This is just a little thing I wrote while I watched home videos of
my father before he died. I haven't had much time lately, but this was just
real quick. I suppose Shuichi could have died in a car crash or maybe he
was jumped. I dunno, you guys can decide. x.X
Rating: PG
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Darkness encircled him. Hid him from view, from everything that was around him. Encased completely in the darkness' blissful clutches. The apartment was deathly silent, the strong fragrance of silent insanity hanging everywhere. Eiri Yuki sat staring, unmoving and unblinking looking into the space before him. The phone lay at his feet, the little green light on it indicating it was still on. His eyes were glassy and void of emotion, their shade of amber showing no life within their depths. The flat was so deathly silent, a hollow home once filled with life and energy. His worst fears had come true. He was alone, so alone.
It hadn't been, but a few hours since the novelist had gotten the news about the accident. Shuichi had been late, a lot later than usual. Yuki had exited his study, reaching for the phone to call the studio when the phone rang. He picked it up with a grumble, figuring his lover would be on the other line explaining his absence. To his surprise another voice sounded on the other end of the line. It was Hiro and he sounded upset over something. The red head's voice shook, occasional sobs interrupting his already choked words. As the guitarist spoke Yuki's heart clenched, his blood freezing in his veins, his whole body seeming to shut down on him.
Those three words hung limply over the line, initiating a painfully slow motion sequence. Each syllable of each word echoed through the blonde's mind: 'Shuichi is dead' . The phone fell from his trembling hands slowly, the whole world seemed to be stuck in slow motion then. His legs gave way, tripping him into the seat behind him. Yuki hadn't cried, not once, since he received the news. He wanted to, he needed to, but he couldn't. He just couldn't, his body wouldn't allow it. Shuichi had been his everything. He'd been his heart, his soul, his everything. He was the only sure thing he had in this world. Now he was gone. And Yuki was completely alone. So terribly and completely alone.
His eyes widening Yuki made a noise between a dry sob and snort of disgust. He'd never told him he'd cared for him. Not once had he said he loved him, that he wanted him and needed him. The last thing that he'd told him was he hated him, that he wished they'd never met. Yuki's heart clenched in his chest, he didn't even get to say good-bye. It was his fault, if he hadn't have said those things..Shuichi would never have left. He'd still be alive right now. He'd still have him if he hadn't done what he did. So many thoughts were flying through Yuki's head at that moment. He just wanted to die, to make it all go away.
It was his fault. He killed Shuichi; he had killed his lover just like he had killed his teacher. He was a murderer, a cold-hearted murderer. They were gone now. His whole world was gone. It was crashing down around him and he couldn't stop it. His whole life had died then with Shuichi, his soul had been sucked from his body. He had nothing to live for and if he'd only told him..Oh God what had he done? Yuki suddenly felt sick to his stomach, his head pounding violently as well.
"Shuichi.." he choked.
Staring up into space a few silent tears fell down the writer's cheeks. "Ai shiteru, Shuichi..I'm sorry I was too late to save you." With that the man put his head in his hands and sobbed uncontrollably. What was he going to do? He had nothing, he was alone. So alone...
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This is a bit depressive I guess. Sorry. Well that's it. Hope you...enjoyed it? -.-' -Nori
Darkness encircled him. Hid him from view, from everything that was around him. Encased completely in the darkness' blissful clutches. The apartment was deathly silent, the strong fragrance of silent insanity hanging everywhere. Eiri Yuki sat staring, unmoving and unblinking looking into the space before him. The phone lay at his feet, the little green light on it indicating it was still on. His eyes were glassy and void of emotion, their shade of amber showing no life within their depths. The flat was so deathly silent, a hollow home once filled with life and energy. His worst fears had come true. He was alone, so alone.
It hadn't been, but a few hours since the novelist had gotten the news about the accident. Shuichi had been late, a lot later than usual. Yuki had exited his study, reaching for the phone to call the studio when the phone rang. He picked it up with a grumble, figuring his lover would be on the other line explaining his absence. To his surprise another voice sounded on the other end of the line. It was Hiro and he sounded upset over something. The red head's voice shook, occasional sobs interrupting his already choked words. As the guitarist spoke Yuki's heart clenched, his blood freezing in his veins, his whole body seeming to shut down on him.
Those three words hung limply over the line, initiating a painfully slow motion sequence. Each syllable of each word echoed through the blonde's mind: 'Shuichi is dead' . The phone fell from his trembling hands slowly, the whole world seemed to be stuck in slow motion then. His legs gave way, tripping him into the seat behind him. Yuki hadn't cried, not once, since he received the news. He wanted to, he needed to, but he couldn't. He just couldn't, his body wouldn't allow it. Shuichi had been his everything. He'd been his heart, his soul, his everything. He was the only sure thing he had in this world. Now he was gone. And Yuki was completely alone. So terribly and completely alone.
His eyes widening Yuki made a noise between a dry sob and snort of disgust. He'd never told him he'd cared for him. Not once had he said he loved him, that he wanted him and needed him. The last thing that he'd told him was he hated him, that he wished they'd never met. Yuki's heart clenched in his chest, he didn't even get to say good-bye. It was his fault, if he hadn't have said those things..Shuichi would never have left. He'd still be alive right now. He'd still have him if he hadn't done what he did. So many thoughts were flying through Yuki's head at that moment. He just wanted to die, to make it all go away.
It was his fault. He killed Shuichi; he had killed his lover just like he had killed his teacher. He was a murderer, a cold-hearted murderer. They were gone now. His whole world was gone. It was crashing down around him and he couldn't stop it. His whole life had died then with Shuichi, his soul had been sucked from his body. He had nothing to live for and if he'd only told him..Oh God what had he done? Yuki suddenly felt sick to his stomach, his head pounding violently as well.
"Shuichi.." he choked.
Staring up into space a few silent tears fell down the writer's cheeks. "Ai shiteru, Shuichi..I'm sorry I was too late to save you." With that the man put his head in his hands and sobbed uncontrollably. What was he going to do? He had nothing, he was alone. So alone...
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This is a bit depressive I guess. Sorry. Well that's it. Hope you...enjoyed it? -.-' -Nori