Do I love him?
Disclaimer: not mine. . .
Chapter 4 - Alternative ending
"Yu. . . Yuki?"
He doesn't respond anymore.
Gods. . . what have I done?
I killed him.
I killed the man I love more than life itself. My stupidity and stubbornness killed him.
I kiss his forehead, his cheeks and his lips. They're still warm. And still so very, very soft. How often have I felt them on my body? On my lips?
How often have his hands caressed me when I was tired and exhausted after a day of singing or a whole tour? Yuki didn't want me to go on tour. He never said that, of course. But every time he came up with many very good reasons to stay in Tokyo.
Now I kiss him a last time and lay him down on the couch.
"Good-bye Yuki."
I'm crying.
I call Seguchi-san and tell him he should come to Yuki's apartment. I don't even try to muffle my sobs.
Then I leave. I can't stay here. I don't even look at Yuki anymore. I kow I couldn't take it, his body lying there. So peacefully.
I hope he was happy when he died. I really do.
Yuki. . . I love you.
***
Where is he now? Where is my Yuki? Is he happy? I hope I'll know it soon.
I watch the sunset. It reminds me of him. Then I continue watching the people down there. It's a high building I chose. Very high.
I smile. I'm coming, Yuki.
Then I fall.
I'm coming.
***
Tatsuha hugged Maiko. The young girl was sobbing. "Maiko-chan," he whispered. "Don't cry. He's happy now."
"How do you know that?" she asked back.
"He's with Eiri now. That's what he wanted. That's why he. . . well, you know."
"Oh, just say it." She whispered. That's why he fell down 200 metres. Only to be with Yuki-san." She shook her head. "I understand him though I'd have preferred another solution." She rubbed her eyes. "Thank you for coming, Tatsuha-san."
He shrugged. "He was my friend."
Then the black-haired teen looked at the grave. Shuichi's grave was in Tokyo while Yuki was buried in Kyoto. Although Tatsuha doubted that it made any difference for their spirits. He sighed.
"Be happy, Shuichi. Wherever you are. And take care of aniki."
***
Shuichi did.
- Owari -
A/N:
Well, my alternative ending. . . *sighs* It was quite difficult to get into the story, but I hope you'll like it.
Dedicated to Chibi-chan.
Nix drauf einbilden *lol* aber wem sonst sollte ich eine Gravi-fanfic widmen? ^^ *schnubbel*
Disclaimer: not mine. . .
Chapter 4 - Alternative ending
"Yu. . . Yuki?"
He doesn't respond anymore.
Gods. . . what have I done?
I killed him.
I killed the man I love more than life itself. My stupidity and stubbornness killed him.
I kiss his forehead, his cheeks and his lips. They're still warm. And still so very, very soft. How often have I felt them on my body? On my lips?
How often have his hands caressed me when I was tired and exhausted after a day of singing or a whole tour? Yuki didn't want me to go on tour. He never said that, of course. But every time he came up with many very good reasons to stay in Tokyo.
Now I kiss him a last time and lay him down on the couch.
"Good-bye Yuki."
I'm crying.
I call Seguchi-san and tell him he should come to Yuki's apartment. I don't even try to muffle my sobs.
Then I leave. I can't stay here. I don't even look at Yuki anymore. I kow I couldn't take it, his body lying there. So peacefully.
I hope he was happy when he died. I really do.
Yuki. . . I love you.
***
Where is he now? Where is my Yuki? Is he happy? I hope I'll know it soon.
I watch the sunset. It reminds me of him. Then I continue watching the people down there. It's a high building I chose. Very high.
I smile. I'm coming, Yuki.
Then I fall.
I'm coming.
***
Tatsuha hugged Maiko. The young girl was sobbing. "Maiko-chan," he whispered. "Don't cry. He's happy now."
"How do you know that?" she asked back.
"He's with Eiri now. That's what he wanted. That's why he. . . well, you know."
"Oh, just say it." She whispered. That's why he fell down 200 metres. Only to be with Yuki-san." She shook her head. "I understand him though I'd have preferred another solution." She rubbed her eyes. "Thank you for coming, Tatsuha-san."
He shrugged. "He was my friend."
Then the black-haired teen looked at the grave. Shuichi's grave was in Tokyo while Yuki was buried in Kyoto. Although Tatsuha doubted that it made any difference for their spirits. He sighed.
"Be happy, Shuichi. Wherever you are. And take care of aniki."
***
Shuichi did.
- Owari -
A/N:
Well, my alternative ending. . . *sighs* It was quite difficult to get into the story, but I hope you'll like it.
Dedicated to Chibi-chan.
Nix drauf einbilden *lol* aber wem sonst sollte ich eine Gravi-fanfic widmen? ^^ *schnubbel*