The screen light reflected on his glasses as Yuki Eiri tapped away at the last chapter of his story. It was supposed to be the final scene of the story but somehow he couldn't decide just how he could fix the plot so that the heroine could end up with the hero.
It looked like something went wrong during the plot and now there wasn't a realistic chance left to have them live together happily ever after.
He tried out several turning events and endings but nothing seemed to fit.
As if destiny was against a happy ending.
Yuki frowned at his stubborn characters who didn't care if he had a deadline waiting or not. He looked at that damn blinking cursor mocking him to write the ending. The novelist ran his hands through his blond hair and then massaged his temples. He could feel the beginning of a headache from all that intense staring at the screen.
'Maybe I should just let him or her die.'
Yuki was tempted by the idea of having the book finally done but considering his readers he knew they would want a happy ending.
'Nah, I can't have this.'
He wrote for their damn money so they'll get their happy ending. If he would only knew how.
Groaning he dropped his head on the table wishing he would have taken another job besides writing stupid love stories for needy teenage girls and bored home wifes. Yuki grimaced and leaned his head on his arm.
'Who believes in that mushy love junk anyway? Geez.'
He would have almost laughed about the idea of him and Shuichi riding on a white horse gen sunset with him confessing his undying love for that baka if his head wouldn't have hurt so much.
'Shuichi.'
That brought back the memory of the nasty little incident in the morning.
'Oh no, now he is invading my mind again. How am I supposed to work if that stupid pink haired baka constantly distracts me from my work? Doesn't matter if he is actually here or not. I don't believe this.'
Yuki had been thinking about what happened and Shuichi's weird behaviour all morning ever since he left. He couldn't get the painful look in Shuichi's eyes out of his head which made him only more angry at the boy.
Furious he hit the save button and shut the laptop.
'Doesn't look like I'm going to write anything useful today. It's all that baka's fault. Why does he always have to mess with me? He's just so much trouble.'
Leaning back in his office chair he decided to go out and grab something for lunch as his mobile phone rang.
'Great. If this is him, I'm giving him a piece of my mind for this weird act in the morning.'
He already wanted to start yelling at the supposed-to-be Shuichi as a female voice reached his ear.
'Gods no - she is the last one I need now.'
He groaned; cut of his sister with a harsh 'Goodbye.' and 'Don't mess with my life!' and stalked then off to one of those small restaurants where hopefully nobody would bug him. He put on some more suitable clothing and left the appartment without another glance.
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Shuichi had been walking through the crowded midtown streets for hours already. His mind numb with the fresh pain Yuki Eiri had once again inflicted on him.
He let himself carry by the people.
It didn't matter to him where he went because he had no place to go back to.
Yuki's words still ringing in his ears he couldn't stopp the tears welling up and slowly rolling down his face. There was no use of wiping them away because only more would follow. And as Shuichi silently cried he remembered all those moments he had with Yuki together.
The time as Yuki wrote the song to help him to get over his slump, the day he said he would be his lover, their first night together or when they had been in the amusement park and the day in New York as Shuichi thought that he had lost Yuki.
But he saved him, saved him from himself back there.
Now it looked like he just delayed the inevitable.
Their relationship wasn't under a good star from the beginning but he was too blinded by hopeful love and emotion that he couldn't see the signs.
Signs that almost screamed for his attention.
'I've been so stupid. I always played down Yuki's cold and indifferent attitude. Excusing it with the horrible experiences he had as a child.
I've been fooling myself all along. I can't heal what doesn't want to be healed.
It's just like running into a stone wall again and again.
Whatever I will do, he will always push me away again. What kind of use is my love if he doesn't want it? I think he wants nobodys love.
Not mine, not anybodys.
I was just too stupid to get it. But if it's that what he wants. To have me out of his way forever - so it be.'
Determination settled back on Shuichi's features as he strolled down the street. He wiped his tears away angrily. The air was cold and the tip of his nose was frozen already. Well, he was supposed to be going to the studio and not running around on the streets. But he wasn't feeling like having company, so as he spotted a public phone he called Sakano and made up an excuse that he couldn't come today.
He needed to find some inspiration for his songs. Well, not the best excuse but nonetheless he didn't have to go to work now.
Sakano was probably having a fit now, followed by an almost heart attack and finally being calmed down by Hiro and Suguru. A grin washed over his face as he thought of it.
'Yeah, I still have my friends. They won't let me down. I can start a whole new life and with the U.S. tour coming up in January I don't have time to think about Yuki.'
Shuichi was sure that this time he was able withstand to crawl back to the cold novelist who so easily broke his heart. But this time he broke it one time too often and it won't ever happen again. This Shuichi swore to himself as lightly snow began to fall in the afternoon on that fateful day in December.
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Meanwhile Yuki Eiri had ended up in the same crowd as Shuichi. Much too his annoyance.
'Damn those people. Why does it have to be so crowded?'
He pushed his way through the people trying to get to the restaurant.
He was having a hard time and he was getting more upset at each passing minute. As he passed one of the department stores, he remembered why so many people were on the streets today. The window was nicley decorated with fake snow and a sleigh with reindeer's. Of course there was also a Santa with lot's of presents.
'Oh yeah, how could I forget? Christmas is coming up.'
He mumbled sarcastically before turning his back to the window.
'Well, here I come. Next try.'
He groaned and once again vanished in masses of people with Christmas shopping bags.
By the time he reached the restaurant he was seriously pissed and regretted not having stayed at home.
'At least this takes my mind of him and that stupid book.'
He thought frustrated while waiting for the waitress.
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Shuichi spotted him right away as if he had an inner sensor for the novelist.
It was always like that. Even in a concert with thousands of people he could still spot him. Although he seldom attended one but nonetheless.
He saw Yuki sitting in a restaurant just a few meters across the street. It was one of the smaller ones located in one of the many side streets. Yuki had a window seat and Shuichi could see the still damp blond hair from the snow as it clung to his gracious neck. Shuichi was sure that he was able to catch a glimpse of Yuki's beautiful amber eyes as he took of his shades. The slender fingers interwined with each other as Yuki rested his head on them staring out the window.
He never saw him, their sight didn't cross.
Shuichi was relieved but it hurt as well. And suddenly he felt like the main highway of Tokyo was between them and not a few meters. Before he couldn't trust his feelings anymore Shuichi turned and broke into a run to get away from there.
Running and never looking back.
If he would have done so he could have seen a blond young man standing shivering and breathless in the entrance of a small restaurant searching for something that wasn't there anymore.
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Yuki sat in the restaurant waiting for his food as he got the odd feeling of being watched. Trying not to raise any suspicion, maybe some stupid reporter followed him intending to get a good story from the novelist, he turned his head slightly observing the restaurant.
'Hm, there aren't many people in here.'
But he didn't caught anybody watching nor looking suspicious.
'Nah, now I'm already starting to imagine things. I'm certainly in for a vacation. Maybe I should leave the city for awhile.'
He shook his head but he was not able to shake off the feeling of being watched. Yuki let his gaze travel through the window.
People were still rushing past the window but not as many like on the main street. He stared at the snowflakes slowly falling towards earth for awhile as he saw a movement of pink out of the corner of his eye.
His head jerked up looking for the familar pinkish hair. He didn't know why his heart started racing and the bad unsettling feeling in his gut was back as he caught a glimpse of pink vanishing in the crowd.
That was enough to make him jump up, race to the door out to the street.
Yuki scanned the opposite sidewalk and the corner's of the main street sidewalk
but he couldn't spot the pink anymore and disappointment crept up.
He stood a little longer gazing into nothingness as he felt the cold wind whip against his face. Yuki shut the door and went back to his seat ignoring the odd looks he was receiving from the other customers.
With a heavy sigh he dropped onto his chair trying to figure out why he got this bad feeling everytime he thought or was reminded of Shuichi. The incident in the morning was eating at him and the more he thought about what happened and Shuichi's pained eyes the more difficult he found it to push the thought aside and let it slide into the catagory of the usual argument between him and Shuichi.
Yuki Eiri couldn't get rid of the feeling that this time it was different.
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His heart raced in his chest, the pink hair clung to his head as he skidded to a halt. Shuichi didn't know how long he had been running. Back then he only knew that he had to get away from there or he might have broken down.
Looking around he realized that he was in front of Yuki's appartment block. Knowing that Yuki wouldn't be back for some time he took the opportunity to get his things. He took the elevator up and a few minutes later he stood in the appartment where he had been living for more than a year.
Shuichi looked around and realized for the first time how cold and void of colors the place looked. It never mattered to him before but he started to ask himself how he could've been living here. Not one personal thing of Yuki Eiri grazed the walls nor anything that made the room look like somebody was living here.
Slowly Shuichi got his pack out of the closet starting to drop his stuff inside.
His clothes, his Nittle Grasper videos, music tapes and other things. It didn't took him long to pack, and as he was done, he wandered one last time around the appartment.
He stopped in Yuki's bedroom.
Looking at the bed he remembered how he was allowed to sleep with Yuki together since that day in New York. He smiled bitterly.
'So I shared your bed but nothing much else, hm?!'
He turned to find himself looking into the full sized mirror on the door of the closet. He stared at himself. A 21 year old with pink damp hair, pale skin, sad blue eyes, wearing even in the middle of winter a pink tank top, black tight pants and a thick yellow coat. He sighted turning away from his reflection unable to bear the pityful sight any longer.
Shuichi grabed his pack, locked the door, let the key slide into the mail box and walked with that out of Yuki Eiri's life.
******
It was late as Yuki Eiri stepped into his appartment brushing the snow remains of his shoulders. It had started snowing on his way home and he had heard a snow storm was heading this way. Luckily he was at home now. The novelist changed out of the wet clothing, dropping the pile on the bathroom floor.
"I hope that idiot is coming home soon. He'll catch his death out there."
Yuki grumbled as he went to fix himself a cup of tea in the kitchen.
As he stood there looking how the sun was setting, the bad feeling in his gut returned. Something felt different he just couldn't lay a finger on it.
He walked back to the main room.
The last sunrays illuminated the darkened room as his gaze wandered around the room. His eyes settled on a spot on the couch where something was missing. That stupid pink bunny wasn't in its usual place.
'What was his name again? Ah, yeah Kumagoro. Ryuichi gave it to him. Shuichi's all so famous idol.'
That thought crossed his mind before he could stop it. Being jealous on Ryuichi Sakuma wasn't new to him but he disliked the thought of him being jealous on something. He had everything he needed. Pushing the thought aside he still couldn't stop the doubt nagging at his heart.
After acknowledging that the bunny was gone he realized that other things were missing as well. There were no video tapes scattered in front of the TV and the playstation was nowhere in sight. Actually Yuki couldn't spot any of Shuichi's things.
'What the fuck?! He wouldn't really do this.' Maybe Shuichi was hurt by what he had said. But it wasn't the first time he yelled at him.
'He shouldn't be so touchy about it. He rather should be....be used to it.'
With a sickening feeling Yuki realized what a disgusting thing it was to suppose Shuichi getting used to his cruel words and actions. He dropped his head in his hands as he came to a halt again in the main room.
There was no trace of Shuichi's things in the whole appartment.
It was as if Shuichi had never been with him.
Yuki dropped to the floor as it dawned on him that Shuichi wouldn't come back to him.
Maybe never ever again.
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So you guys, this is the second chapter. It got rather long in comparison to chapter one.
How do you like the grumpy Yuki? It was so much fun to write him. ^_^
Tell me what you think. It inspires me for future chapters.
I'd also appreciate it if you could tell me if the rating is okay or not. I'm not so sure where to put this because of Yuki's not so fine language.
By the way thanks for reviewing the first chapter. Look out for chapter three, it's already written and I'll post it pretty soon.