Disclaimer: Gravitation is by Maki Murakami. DJ Sammy's Heaven is theirs. ^^;;; (the song I use right in the beginning)
Aching Desire
(Nagareboshi 3)
by Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 7 - You worship me.
"...Baby, you're all that I want. When you're lying here in my arms. I'm finding it hard to believe. We're in heaven..." the clock alarm played as I blinked my eyes.
A bare-chested Ryuichi and buckling his pants. He turned his head to me as the sun shone on him while he smiled at me. "Ohaiyo."
I still sighed though I could hear his voice talking in my head. "What are you going to do?"
I then opened my eyes and grabbed the phone. "I have to make a phone call!"
Ring...ring.
"Nani?" an annoyed voice answered.
Yup, that's my brother all right and not Shuichi stealing his cell phone again.
"It's me," I replied.
"Don't worry. I got it all covered," my brother said with a deadpan tone.
"You didn't..." I said with a smile on my face.
"Told father I took you to our place to explain why you're here in Tokyo instead of Kyoto. Used my influence on the hospital to make them shut up." He sighed in relief. "You owe me _big_ for this one, Tatsuha. But at least you're using your head now."
I laughed. "Thanks, Aniki..."
"Tatsuha?!" I heard two people say in the background.
"Uh, how'd you know I was in Tokyo?" I blinked at the phone and waited for an answer.
"Tatsuha, wherever the HELL Ryuichi is, you're sure to follow. And vice versa." He sighed in frustration. "You're so stupid sometimes."
Then he laughed. "Welcome back, little brother."
He has his good points...
"TATSUHA-KUN~!" Shuichi screamed into the phone.
"BAKA!" Yuki aniki shouted back.
I held the phone out. "Are you okay, Tatsuha?! Did you see Ryuichi?! You probably have, but you're not dying or anything, right? Ne? Ne? Ne?!"
"Yes, yes, and yes. Don't worry!" I sighed into the phone.
Then, I smiled to myself. "Thanks..."
"You would have done the same thing for me." He answered back. "But you're in tro-"
"Tatsuha Uesugi! You are in trouble!" another voice scolded on the phone. "Yes, that's right."
"Uh oh..." I blinked. Whenever K said my full name and spoke in full English to me, I was in a shit load of trouble. * blink, blink *
"You better give Ryuichi back or else I will blow your head off."
He never did beat around the bush. Eh heh heh...
Ryuichi sneezed at that moment and I sweatdropped while smiling at him.
"K, huh?" he asked and I nodded.
"You still owe me for last time, Tatsuha!" the phone shouted at me.
Then I blocked off the mouthpiece and whispered to Ryuichi, "He's still bitter from the last time...I, uh...made you late for work."
"Tatsuha?" K waited for an answer and I could hear him with his gun clicking on the other line.
He was doing an awesome job of making me feel like my ass could be kicked through the telephone lines. Damn, I wish I could learn that too!
"I didn't kidnap him this time, I swear!" I protested.
Then again, he _wanted_ to be kidnapped too. It's not exactly too hard when you've got your boyfriend pinned to the sliding door of his beach house and start kissing him with all the windows open.
Hey, it's a remote place. No one can see you or hear you scream.
Think of it as personal stadium with only one for an audience.
I smirked to myself and blushed.
"Well, you better find a way to make his voice come back for the concert in TWO WEEKS! GOT THAT?! TWO WEEKS!!!"
My ears were ringing as I nodded my head at the phone. "I'm trying, I'm trying!"
"This is your fault, Tatsuha!"
"Okay, okay, I know!" I said helplessly. "Stop rubbing it in already!"
"Good luck. I'm counting on you, Tatsuha-kun," yet another voice talked into the phone.
"I'm trying my best, Touma-san!" I said as I sweatdropped more.
"No repeat performances...Or ELSE," the calm, yet threatening voice said to me and I could hear his sadistic smile in his tone.
"Mission accepted," I answered in an 'eep' voice.
"Okay, have fun with Ryuichi and get here by tonight so that you can call your dad from our place," Shuichi whispered.
"Hai, hai."
"Bye."
"Ja."
Click.
I let out a sigh as Ryuichi patted my head. "Doushita no?
"They think I kidnapped you again." I blinked at him. "Plus, they're really REALLY mad that I stressed you out to the point that you lost your voice."
I blinked at him more in desparation and fear. "Touma-san even got mad. And you know it's worse when he's doing it so calmly."
We both shivered and nodded our heads while sweatdropping and sighing at the same time.
"That's bad." He answered.
I nodded quickly.
"I've known him since I was little! And I'm still scared of him!"
I looked up to him with the sheets covering the contours of my body as I put my hands on his shoulders. "But how the hell am I going to get Japan's idol's voice back?!"
Ryuichi got Kumagorou and they nodded their heads together.
I bent my head down and sighed. "You both aren't helping."
Ryuichi then lifted up his finger and got something. He ran back into the room and wrote on a dry-erase board, "I'm going to have fun seeing you try?"
I looked at him. "I'm going to jump you again. Stop being cute."
Blink, blink. He tilted his head at me with a smile.
"Stop that! We just..." I blinked my eyes again. "And you're starting to have a cold..."
Erase, erase. Write, write.
I expected something like, "Since when did I ever care about that?"
But, he wrote it in one word. And it was straight and to the point: "So???"
"Aw dammit!" I shook my head. I pounced on him again and looked down at him as I pinned him to the bed. "You're cruel. You sometimes get so awful I _know_ the devil worships you."
"Devil or god? I'm both." He had said to me once. "That's why I'm the fallen angel."
I smiled as he looked up at me. I started to tease him while pulling one of his bandage's strap with my teeth.
"I know." He winked at me. "But _You_ worship me."
To be continued...
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Author's notes: See, Tatsuha will get tortured by life but I needed waffy before the real angst begins. ^^;;; * big sweatdrops *
And Ryuichi isn't torturing him with angst... Hee.
Oh, and one more thing! I just wanted to say that I've never seen readers so into a fic before! ^_~
Doushita no? - what happened?
Aching Desire
(Nagareboshi 3)
by Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 7 - You worship me.
"...Baby, you're all that I want. When you're lying here in my arms. I'm finding it hard to believe. We're in heaven..." the clock alarm played as I blinked my eyes.
A bare-chested Ryuichi and buckling his pants. He turned his head to me as the sun shone on him while he smiled at me. "Ohaiyo."
I still sighed though I could hear his voice talking in my head. "What are you going to do?"
I then opened my eyes and grabbed the phone. "I have to make a phone call!"
Ring...ring.
"Nani?" an annoyed voice answered.
Yup, that's my brother all right and not Shuichi stealing his cell phone again.
"It's me," I replied.
"Don't worry. I got it all covered," my brother said with a deadpan tone.
"You didn't..." I said with a smile on my face.
"Told father I took you to our place to explain why you're here in Tokyo instead of Kyoto. Used my influence on the hospital to make them shut up." He sighed in relief. "You owe me _big_ for this one, Tatsuha. But at least you're using your head now."
I laughed. "Thanks, Aniki..."
"Tatsuha?!" I heard two people say in the background.
"Uh, how'd you know I was in Tokyo?" I blinked at the phone and waited for an answer.
"Tatsuha, wherever the HELL Ryuichi is, you're sure to follow. And vice versa." He sighed in frustration. "You're so stupid sometimes."
Then he laughed. "Welcome back, little brother."
He has his good points...
"TATSUHA-KUN~!" Shuichi screamed into the phone.
"BAKA!" Yuki aniki shouted back.
I held the phone out. "Are you okay, Tatsuha?! Did you see Ryuichi?! You probably have, but you're not dying or anything, right? Ne? Ne? Ne?!"
"Yes, yes, and yes. Don't worry!" I sighed into the phone.
Then, I smiled to myself. "Thanks..."
"You would have done the same thing for me." He answered back. "But you're in tro-"
"Tatsuha Uesugi! You are in trouble!" another voice scolded on the phone. "Yes, that's right."
"Uh oh..." I blinked. Whenever K said my full name and spoke in full English to me, I was in a shit load of trouble. * blink, blink *
"You better give Ryuichi back or else I will blow your head off."
He never did beat around the bush. Eh heh heh...
Ryuichi sneezed at that moment and I sweatdropped while smiling at him.
"K, huh?" he asked and I nodded.
"You still owe me for last time, Tatsuha!" the phone shouted at me.
Then I blocked off the mouthpiece and whispered to Ryuichi, "He's still bitter from the last time...I, uh...made you late for work."
"Tatsuha?" K waited for an answer and I could hear him with his gun clicking on the other line.
He was doing an awesome job of making me feel like my ass could be kicked through the telephone lines. Damn, I wish I could learn that too!
"I didn't kidnap him this time, I swear!" I protested.
Then again, he _wanted_ to be kidnapped too. It's not exactly too hard when you've got your boyfriend pinned to the sliding door of his beach house and start kissing him with all the windows open.
Hey, it's a remote place. No one can see you or hear you scream.
Think of it as personal stadium with only one for an audience.
I smirked to myself and blushed.
"Well, you better find a way to make his voice come back for the concert in TWO WEEKS! GOT THAT?! TWO WEEKS!!!"
My ears were ringing as I nodded my head at the phone. "I'm trying, I'm trying!"
"This is your fault, Tatsuha!"
"Okay, okay, I know!" I said helplessly. "Stop rubbing it in already!"
"Good luck. I'm counting on you, Tatsuha-kun," yet another voice talked into the phone.
"I'm trying my best, Touma-san!" I said as I sweatdropped more.
"No repeat performances...Or ELSE," the calm, yet threatening voice said to me and I could hear his sadistic smile in his tone.
"Mission accepted," I answered in an 'eep' voice.
"Okay, have fun with Ryuichi and get here by tonight so that you can call your dad from our place," Shuichi whispered.
"Hai, hai."
"Bye."
"Ja."
Click.
I let out a sigh as Ryuichi patted my head. "Doushita no?
"They think I kidnapped you again." I blinked at him. "Plus, they're really REALLY mad that I stressed you out to the point that you lost your voice."
I blinked at him more in desparation and fear. "Touma-san even got mad. And you know it's worse when he's doing it so calmly."
We both shivered and nodded our heads while sweatdropping and sighing at the same time.
"That's bad." He answered.
I nodded quickly.
"I've known him since I was little! And I'm still scared of him!"
I looked up to him with the sheets covering the contours of my body as I put my hands on his shoulders. "But how the hell am I going to get Japan's idol's voice back?!"
Ryuichi got Kumagorou and they nodded their heads together.
I bent my head down and sighed. "You both aren't helping."
Ryuichi then lifted up his finger and got something. He ran back into the room and wrote on a dry-erase board, "I'm going to have fun seeing you try?"
I looked at him. "I'm going to jump you again. Stop being cute."
Blink, blink. He tilted his head at me with a smile.
"Stop that! We just..." I blinked my eyes again. "And you're starting to have a cold..."
Erase, erase. Write, write.
I expected something like, "Since when did I ever care about that?"
But, he wrote it in one word. And it was straight and to the point: "So???"
"Aw dammit!" I shook my head. I pounced on him again and looked down at him as I pinned him to the bed. "You're cruel. You sometimes get so awful I _know_ the devil worships you."
"Devil or god? I'm both." He had said to me once. "That's why I'm the fallen angel."
I smiled as he looked up at me. I started to tease him while pulling one of his bandage's strap with my teeth.
"I know." He winked at me. "But _You_ worship me."
To be continued...
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Author's notes: See, Tatsuha will get tortured by life but I needed waffy before the real angst begins. ^^;;; * big sweatdrops *
And Ryuichi isn't torturing him with angst... Hee.
Oh, and one more thing! I just wanted to say that I've never seen readers so into a fic before! ^_~
Doushita no? - what happened?