Disclaimer: Gravitation belongs to Maki Murakami-sama. I just love writing too much so I write fanfics.
Note: Ryuichi still has no voice. They're just communicating by 1) lip movements and 2) whatever it is called between two bishies in love.
Aching Desire
(Nagareboshi 3)
by Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 8 – Kimeta. (I have chosen.)
I laughed, "You know it's bad when you understand K say, 'You are in trouble, Tatsuha Uesugi! Yes, that's right.' And that's about the extent of my English."
Ryuichi patted me as we walked to the front door. "I've taught you English!"
"'Yes' doesn't count." I winked at him.
"You just didn't pay attention to me! I taught you so many times!"
"You are just so sexy when you speak English. Do you think I'll pay attention to what it all means???"
"Good point."
As I took a hold of the knob, my heart became heavy again.
"I guess I've got to go bye bye…" I sighed as I took up my small backpack that Ryuichi had given to me.
Ryuichi smiled softly at me and patted my head. "Daijoubu."
Kumagorou waved at me. "Ja ne!"
I leaned over to pat Kumagorou as I kissed Ryuichi on the cheek. He then placed Kumagorou on the couch as he grabbed my face suddenly and really kissed me on the mouth.
That's what I love about you.
You're so extreme and intense.
But you always know what you want. Even if it kills you.
I glanced at the bandages… * mental sigh *
I smiled back as I patted his cheek and blinked slowly. "I'll see you later."
"You have to make my voice come back."
"There's no way I can do that." I blinked. "That's out of my control."
"I know. But I wanna see you try." He stuck his tongue out at me.
"Bye, Ryuichi." I turned and left him.
It felt good to say his name. You don't realize that saying someone's name can give you such a response until you don't have them anymore.
But, as I stood in front of the elevator, I felt my stomach turning inside out. I couldn't pinpoint if it was the guilt of making Ryuichi lose his voice, deceiving my father, or that something was not quite right.
Someone walked next to me and we both entered the elevator.
When the doors closed, the man said, "Please don't make a scene as we exit the elevator in the lobby."
"Huh?" I turned to him.
"Uesugi Tatsuha-san, my orders are to escort you back to Kyoto."
I knew that voice anywhere…
It was my father's bodyguard, Minoru.
I looked from side to side and tried to think of a plan.
"Don't even think about it," Minoru said. "If you resist, it will be to your disadvantage."
"My father…"
"He is dying, Uesugi-san." He shook his head.
"This is pretty underhanded." I replied in disgust.
But my father wouldn't do that. He was too nice.
He was just thinking of my future.
I know he's thinking well on my behalf, but…
I leaned back on the elevator's back wall in defiance and crossed my legs and arms.
Ryuichi…
Help me…
The elevator opened and I was escorted to the family car as I looked up to find Ryuichi looked down at me in alarm.
I smiled despite everything.
It was one of defeat.
As I rode back, I thought about everything and what I had to and what I wanted.
There has _got_ to be a way! But I knew too well that if I resisted at this point, I could kill my father and I wouldn't be able to live with that.
But if were to truly give Ryuichi up…
That would kill me.
Life sucks. Either way I choose is horrible.
"Argh!" I sighed aloud.
"Is there something wrong, Tatsuha-san? Are you hungry or something?" Minoru asked me.
I shook my head.
Is there something wrong, my ass! Kidnapping me doesn't merit as 'going home'!
Is this what my father calls, 'Forcefully escorting you home'???
But my stomach began to churn and I had a bad feeling about this whole situation. I felt that things were going from bad to worse.
Except…
He would only do this in such an extreme situation like the time he was sick years ago when I was in elementary school.
When I got home hours later, I was taken to my father's room to find my brother and sister alredy there. Yuki aniki was standing to the side and leaning on the wall as Mika oneesan sat in a chair next to father.
My father was on his bed with an oxygen mask on. He looked up at me and smiled sadly. When I was next to him, he patted my hand. "Tatsuha…why…why did you lie to me?"
My eyes opened wide as I mumbled, "Father…"
"I want you to be happy, Tatsuha. But I also want to see that someone will inherit this household when I die." He coughed. ""Can you at least grant me this much?"
I gulped.
Why?! Why does it always have to be this way?!
I was his favorite. I was the one that who always listened to him and did as I was told. I only defied him whenever it came to Ryuichi and my obsession with him.
That was the only thing we disagreed on.
"I…" I gripped his hand back as I looked at him. "I want to be happy too."
I then let go and bowed to the ground. "All my life I've listened to you. Please…please give me Ryuichi."
At least I will fight to the end…
An image of a smiling Ryuichi came before me.
I clenched my hands as my eyes closed tightly. I then grind my forehead to the floor. "I want this. I want him."
My father's voice raised as he coughed more, "You mean you're willing to forsake your whole household for someone you've idolized all your life?!"
"Father!" Mika oneesan shouted as she held onto him when he tried to get up.
"You're acting like Yuki over there!" he pointed.
I looked at Yuki aniki as he kept his calmness with his arms crossed. He didn't say anything, but nor could he.
I then got up. "Please forgive me for what I'm about to do."
My heart cringed as I took a hold of myself.
But I've got to pull through.
All my life, I've followed what I was supposed to do. I don't want to do that anymore. I want to choose something…
"I disown myself from this household," I calmly announced as I bowed.
Without looking back, I quietly walked out of the room.
Tap, tap…
To be continued.
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Author's note: Well, how's that so far? Such a twist of events, ne? * sighs *
I didn't want to make his dad as the 'bad guy', for there is no right or wrong answer in these types of situations. I just wanted this to be a little realistic since I know there are a lot of people who must have a similar problem or other.
* sighs * I hurt my throat two weeks ago because of stress. Life sucks sometimes…
Note: Ryuichi still has no voice. They're just communicating by 1) lip movements and 2) whatever it is called between two bishies in love.
Aching Desire
(Nagareboshi 3)
by Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 8 – Kimeta. (I have chosen.)
I laughed, "You know it's bad when you understand K say, 'You are in trouble, Tatsuha Uesugi! Yes, that's right.' And that's about the extent of my English."
Ryuichi patted me as we walked to the front door. "I've taught you English!"
"'Yes' doesn't count." I winked at him.
"You just didn't pay attention to me! I taught you so many times!"
"You are just so sexy when you speak English. Do you think I'll pay attention to what it all means???"
"Good point."
As I took a hold of the knob, my heart became heavy again.
"I guess I've got to go bye bye…" I sighed as I took up my small backpack that Ryuichi had given to me.
Ryuichi smiled softly at me and patted my head. "Daijoubu."
Kumagorou waved at me. "Ja ne!"
I leaned over to pat Kumagorou as I kissed Ryuichi on the cheek. He then placed Kumagorou on the couch as he grabbed my face suddenly and really kissed me on the mouth.
That's what I love about you.
You're so extreme and intense.
But you always know what you want. Even if it kills you.
I glanced at the bandages… * mental sigh *
I smiled back as I patted his cheek and blinked slowly. "I'll see you later."
"You have to make my voice come back."
"There's no way I can do that." I blinked. "That's out of my control."
"I know. But I wanna see you try." He stuck his tongue out at me.
"Bye, Ryuichi." I turned and left him.
It felt good to say his name. You don't realize that saying someone's name can give you such a response until you don't have them anymore.
But, as I stood in front of the elevator, I felt my stomach turning inside out. I couldn't pinpoint if it was the guilt of making Ryuichi lose his voice, deceiving my father, or that something was not quite right.
Someone walked next to me and we both entered the elevator.
When the doors closed, the man said, "Please don't make a scene as we exit the elevator in the lobby."
"Huh?" I turned to him.
"Uesugi Tatsuha-san, my orders are to escort you back to Kyoto."
I knew that voice anywhere…
It was my father's bodyguard, Minoru.
I looked from side to side and tried to think of a plan.
"Don't even think about it," Minoru said. "If you resist, it will be to your disadvantage."
"My father…"
"He is dying, Uesugi-san." He shook his head.
"This is pretty underhanded." I replied in disgust.
But my father wouldn't do that. He was too nice.
He was just thinking of my future.
I know he's thinking well on my behalf, but…
I leaned back on the elevator's back wall in defiance and crossed my legs and arms.
Ryuichi…
Help me…
The elevator opened and I was escorted to the family car as I looked up to find Ryuichi looked down at me in alarm.
I smiled despite everything.
It was one of defeat.
As I rode back, I thought about everything and what I had to and what I wanted.
There has _got_ to be a way! But I knew too well that if I resisted at this point, I could kill my father and I wouldn't be able to live with that.
But if were to truly give Ryuichi up…
That would kill me.
Life sucks. Either way I choose is horrible.
"Argh!" I sighed aloud.
"Is there something wrong, Tatsuha-san? Are you hungry or something?" Minoru asked me.
I shook my head.
Is there something wrong, my ass! Kidnapping me doesn't merit as 'going home'!
Is this what my father calls, 'Forcefully escorting you home'???
But my stomach began to churn and I had a bad feeling about this whole situation. I felt that things were going from bad to worse.
Except…
He would only do this in such an extreme situation like the time he was sick years ago when I was in elementary school.
When I got home hours later, I was taken to my father's room to find my brother and sister alredy there. Yuki aniki was standing to the side and leaning on the wall as Mika oneesan sat in a chair next to father.
My father was on his bed with an oxygen mask on. He looked up at me and smiled sadly. When I was next to him, he patted my hand. "Tatsuha…why…why did you lie to me?"
My eyes opened wide as I mumbled, "Father…"
"I want you to be happy, Tatsuha. But I also want to see that someone will inherit this household when I die." He coughed. ""Can you at least grant me this much?"
I gulped.
Why?! Why does it always have to be this way?!
I was his favorite. I was the one that who always listened to him and did as I was told. I only defied him whenever it came to Ryuichi and my obsession with him.
That was the only thing we disagreed on.
"I…" I gripped his hand back as I looked at him. "I want to be happy too."
I then let go and bowed to the ground. "All my life I've listened to you. Please…please give me Ryuichi."
At least I will fight to the end…
An image of a smiling Ryuichi came before me.
I clenched my hands as my eyes closed tightly. I then grind my forehead to the floor. "I want this. I want him."
My father's voice raised as he coughed more, "You mean you're willing to forsake your whole household for someone you've idolized all your life?!"
"Father!" Mika oneesan shouted as she held onto him when he tried to get up.
"You're acting like Yuki over there!" he pointed.
I looked at Yuki aniki as he kept his calmness with his arms crossed. He didn't say anything, but nor could he.
I then got up. "Please forgive me for what I'm about to do."
My heart cringed as I took a hold of myself.
But I've got to pull through.
All my life, I've followed what I was supposed to do. I don't want to do that anymore. I want to choose something…
"I disown myself from this household," I calmly announced as I bowed.
Without looking back, I quietly walked out of the room.
Tap, tap…
To be continued.
--
Author's note: Well, how's that so far? Such a twist of events, ne? * sighs *
I didn't want to make his dad as the 'bad guy', for there is no right or wrong answer in these types of situations. I just wanted this to be a little realistic since I know there are a lot of people who must have a similar problem or other.
* sighs * I hurt my throat two weeks ago because of stress. Life sucks sometimes…