Disclaimer: Gravitation is by Maki Murakami. All song lyrics, unless otherwise specified, are all mine.
Aching Desire
(Nagareboshi 3)
by Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 16 – When jokes aren't jokes anymore…
"I'm sorry, Tatsuha-san," a voice interrupted my thoughts.
I looked to the ground as I realized again that it was Makoto all along. But I had been so out of it that I didn't realize it was him until now.
He then took out the piece of tape from my mouth as held one hand on the wheel of the car.
I shook my head. "What's the meaning of all this?!" I shouted in anger. "If you don't turn this car around, I'm going to be more scared of seeing Ryuichi Sakuma search…"
Again, I closed my eyes and shook my head again, but I was still tied up. "No, I meant _hunt_ for me."
"We won't do anything to him, Tatsuha-san," he assured me. "Your father only wants you."
"Seems like everyone just _loves_ me," I sarcastically replied as my eyes became slits while looking out the window.
I sighed as I struggled to get out of the rope, but it was too tightly wrapped around my wrists and I couldn't even see it because it was tied behind me.
At that moment, I blew my bangs away from my face and seethed through my teeth, "I can't believe you're helping that Kawai-bastard or whatever the fuck his name is. You of all people, Makoto-san!!"
He continued to drive in silence.
"He's the best," he just answered.
"The 'best' my ass." Then I looked around and laughed. "Okay, I have to give credit to him for this stupidity. But you didn't have to tie me up, you know. I'm not a criminal."
"You were given a warning to stay away from Ryuichi Sakuma-san and you disobeyed. Your freedom has been reduced because of it," Makoto explained to me.
"I disowned myself from this household! Didn't anybody HEAR me?" I gritted my teeth as I got more and more frustrated. "What part of 'disown' doesn't anyone get?"
"Your blood," Makoto replied readily and with a deadpan look.
Now I know why he and aniki got along so well…
Figures.
"Can you at least tell me what's going on?"
Makoto then shook his head. "I don't even know what's going to happen."
I sat there in silence with an exhausted expression. I knew Makoto wouldn't lie to me if he did know something like that. He was devoted to his service that way.
That was one of the things I respected about him in the first place.
"Would you like the radio on, Tatsuha-san?"
I lifted my hand. "Yeah, why not?"
I should have just kept the damn thing off. Why? Because as soon as he turned it on, "Nagareboshi" was playing the part where Ryuichi whispers:
"You don't have to tell me
The difference
between love and hate.
We're destined to always
be this way,
apart by FATE."
A part of me was sinking into my chair wanting to just kill myself at that moment. Another part of me just wanted to turn off the radio. But, when desires don't listen to logic, you become a masochist.
The radio played on and I heard my Ryuichi's voice.
It was very comforting to hear, but at the same time, very worrisome. I then again thought about his reaction to what he would do when Touma would tell him what had happened to me.
I placed my hand over my mouth and rubbed my chin in nervousness.
I don't even want to remember the last time. It got really uncomfortable. And it wasn't even on Zero mode… * sweatdrops *
As I had gone to take a nap in some room, Ryuichi came into Touma's private bar and sat by him. Ryuichi looked around and held onto Kumagorou in his lap.
I had come out of the room and hid behind the corner when I heard his voice while I yawned. I had been there for about an hour already but was very tired so Touma suggested I take a nap.
"Tatsu wa doko desu ka?" he asked Touma.
Whenever he gets impatient to see me, he calls me Tatsu…
He REALLY wanted to see me that day because I had gotten over a cold recently. And he called everyday to make sure I was all right.
Touma leaned on the bar and swirled his drink with his wrist. "He hasn't come in yet."
I laughed as I watched them.
Ryuichi pouted. "Did he say where he was?"
"Nope."
Ryuichi's eyes changed a bit to be a little more serious as he sighed aloud. He kicked his feet under his chair like a disappointed little kid.
I was dying while I watching them because it was so adorable! I was laughing with my hands covering my mouth to not be so loud. The bartender winked at me.
I nodded back at him.
Touma smirked as he took another sip.
"I…I wanted him to come here because I was so excited to see him since I left Tokyo!" Ryuichi said as he and Kumagorou placed their heads on the counter. "It's already 10pm…I'm worried, Touma."
Touma lifted his hand. "Don't worry."
Then, Touma laughed as he said, "You were only gone for a week."
"I know…" Ryuichi then smiled as he lifted his head and stared at the counter.
"How about if Tatsuha-kun's…kidnapped? What do you think, Ryuichi?" Touma teased with his serious poker face.
(Then again…that _was_ pretty evil if Touma was the one that initiated the joke now that I think of it…)
"Don't even joke about things like that," he instantly changed his tone. "I'd kill them after putting them through seven hells and then some."
Touma smiled sincerely. "Such devotion."
He drank again and I knew it was my cue to come out. "Oh, Ryuichi~!"
Ryuichi then turned into a little chibi as he left Kumagorou on the counter and jumped into my arms.
He pouted as he looked up at me."You guys tricked me!"
I laughed as he hit bit my shirt.
But when we left that evening and drove home, Ryuichi leaned his chin on his palm as he seriously looked out the window with a sad look. The wind blew through his hair as he said, ""If someone ever kidnapped you…"
I saw his eyes become angered at just the thought. "A person without a windpipe is useless, right?"
"Awww, Ryuichi." I patted his hair sweetly as I leaned my head on his shoulder in understanding. "Don't worry about that. They were just joking because I was there to hear it all."
He then took my hand and closed his eyes to kiss it while still looking out the window. With nothing to say, he held onto it tightly throughout the trip…
To be continued.
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Author's note: Okay! * puts hands up in determination * I tried to make this longer so that you and I can both breathe. Damn! What part are we on now?! And I barely got to part 19 of my Tokyo Babylon fic! And I started this and that one at the same time! * thinks * Then again, I knew what to do with my TB one from the start. As for this one, the reason it took a month to update to the first chapter was because the 'prologue' was one I never planned on, as in I didn't know what to do with it at all. I just wanted to see that Tatsuha through Ryuichi out in a dramatic moment, so I wrote it.
You know what? This chapter was playing clearly in my mind. I could so see Tatsuha doing all these actions.
* blushes * Again! Thank you so much for supporting the fic and me! * does a little happy dance * It makes me feel a bit better.
Aching Desire
(Nagareboshi 3)
by Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 16 – When jokes aren't jokes anymore…
"I'm sorry, Tatsuha-san," a voice interrupted my thoughts.
I looked to the ground as I realized again that it was Makoto all along. But I had been so out of it that I didn't realize it was him until now.
He then took out the piece of tape from my mouth as held one hand on the wheel of the car.
I shook my head. "What's the meaning of all this?!" I shouted in anger. "If you don't turn this car around, I'm going to be more scared of seeing Ryuichi Sakuma search…"
Again, I closed my eyes and shook my head again, but I was still tied up. "No, I meant _hunt_ for me."
"We won't do anything to him, Tatsuha-san," he assured me. "Your father only wants you."
"Seems like everyone just _loves_ me," I sarcastically replied as my eyes became slits while looking out the window.
I sighed as I struggled to get out of the rope, but it was too tightly wrapped around my wrists and I couldn't even see it because it was tied behind me.
At that moment, I blew my bangs away from my face and seethed through my teeth, "I can't believe you're helping that Kawai-bastard or whatever the fuck his name is. You of all people, Makoto-san!!"
He continued to drive in silence.
"He's the best," he just answered.
"The 'best' my ass." Then I looked around and laughed. "Okay, I have to give credit to him for this stupidity. But you didn't have to tie me up, you know. I'm not a criminal."
"You were given a warning to stay away from Ryuichi Sakuma-san and you disobeyed. Your freedom has been reduced because of it," Makoto explained to me.
"I disowned myself from this household! Didn't anybody HEAR me?" I gritted my teeth as I got more and more frustrated. "What part of 'disown' doesn't anyone get?"
"Your blood," Makoto replied readily and with a deadpan look.
Now I know why he and aniki got along so well…
Figures.
"Can you at least tell me what's going on?"
Makoto then shook his head. "I don't even know what's going to happen."
I sat there in silence with an exhausted expression. I knew Makoto wouldn't lie to me if he did know something like that. He was devoted to his service that way.
That was one of the things I respected about him in the first place.
"Would you like the radio on, Tatsuha-san?"
I lifted my hand. "Yeah, why not?"
I should have just kept the damn thing off. Why? Because as soon as he turned it on, "Nagareboshi" was playing the part where Ryuichi whispers:
"You don't have to tell me
The difference
between love and hate.
We're destined to always
be this way,
apart by FATE."
A part of me was sinking into my chair wanting to just kill myself at that moment. Another part of me just wanted to turn off the radio. But, when desires don't listen to logic, you become a masochist.
The radio played on and I heard my Ryuichi's voice.
It was very comforting to hear, but at the same time, very worrisome. I then again thought about his reaction to what he would do when Touma would tell him what had happened to me.
I placed my hand over my mouth and rubbed my chin in nervousness.
I don't even want to remember the last time. It got really uncomfortable. And it wasn't even on Zero mode… * sweatdrops *
As I had gone to take a nap in some room, Ryuichi came into Touma's private bar and sat by him. Ryuichi looked around and held onto Kumagorou in his lap.
I had come out of the room and hid behind the corner when I heard his voice while I yawned. I had been there for about an hour already but was very tired so Touma suggested I take a nap.
"Tatsu wa doko desu ka?" he asked Touma.
Whenever he gets impatient to see me, he calls me Tatsu…
He REALLY wanted to see me that day because I had gotten over a cold recently. And he called everyday to make sure I was all right.
Touma leaned on the bar and swirled his drink with his wrist. "He hasn't come in yet."
I laughed as I watched them.
Ryuichi pouted. "Did he say where he was?"
"Nope."
Ryuichi's eyes changed a bit to be a little more serious as he sighed aloud. He kicked his feet under his chair like a disappointed little kid.
I was dying while I watching them because it was so adorable! I was laughing with my hands covering my mouth to not be so loud. The bartender winked at me.
I nodded back at him.
Touma smirked as he took another sip.
"I…I wanted him to come here because I was so excited to see him since I left Tokyo!" Ryuichi said as he and Kumagorou placed their heads on the counter. "It's already 10pm…I'm worried, Touma."
Touma lifted his hand. "Don't worry."
Then, Touma laughed as he said, "You were only gone for a week."
"I know…" Ryuichi then smiled as he lifted his head and stared at the counter.
"How about if Tatsuha-kun's…kidnapped? What do you think, Ryuichi?" Touma teased with his serious poker face.
(Then again…that _was_ pretty evil if Touma was the one that initiated the joke now that I think of it…)
"Don't even joke about things like that," he instantly changed his tone. "I'd kill them after putting them through seven hells and then some."
Touma smiled sincerely. "Such devotion."
He drank again and I knew it was my cue to come out. "Oh, Ryuichi~!"
Ryuichi then turned into a little chibi as he left Kumagorou on the counter and jumped into my arms.
He pouted as he looked up at me."You guys tricked me!"
I laughed as he hit bit my shirt.
But when we left that evening and drove home, Ryuichi leaned his chin on his palm as he seriously looked out the window with a sad look. The wind blew through his hair as he said, ""If someone ever kidnapped you…"
I saw his eyes become angered at just the thought. "A person without a windpipe is useless, right?"
"Awww, Ryuichi." I patted his hair sweetly as I leaned my head on his shoulder in understanding. "Don't worry about that. They were just joking because I was there to hear it all."
He then took my hand and closed his eyes to kiss it while still looking out the window. With nothing to say, he held onto it tightly throughout the trip…
To be continued.
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Author's note: Okay! * puts hands up in determination * I tried to make this longer so that you and I can both breathe. Damn! What part are we on now?! And I barely got to part 19 of my Tokyo Babylon fic! And I started this and that one at the same time! * thinks * Then again, I knew what to do with my TB one from the start. As for this one, the reason it took a month to update to the first chapter was because the 'prologue' was one I never planned on, as in I didn't know what to do with it at all. I just wanted to see that Tatsuha through Ryuichi out in a dramatic moment, so I wrote it.
You know what? This chapter was playing clearly in my mind. I could so see Tatsuha doing all these actions.
* blushes * Again! Thank you so much for supporting the fic and me! * does a little happy dance * It makes me feel a bit better.