1 By: Amy Yu
On: May 9, 2002
2 Crossing the Line
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or any of its characters. This fic is written for purposes of amusement only. I am not gaining any profits from this. Blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda...
Warnings: Shounen ai Eiri+Shuichi and angst.
Author's Note: This is the sequel to "The Man Behind the Mask".
Here's the fic:
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Touma's head snapped up when he heard the door to Eiri's hospital room click as it opened and Shuichi stepped out, his face full of sorrow.
Standing up to go talk to Shuichi, Touma felt his spine pop in several places successively as he removed himself from his place in front of Eiri's room for the first time all day. "Has he waken up yet?" Touma asked, careful to keep his voice neutral. He did not know what had happened between the two lovers, but he knew enough to know when to keep his mouth shut and this was one of those times.
"I don't think so." Shuichi answered without a hint of emotion in his voice. "There's something I need to do. Please take care of Yuki."
Not understanding why the young singer was acting so strangely, Touma could only stand there and stare. "Ah...Okay..." He was all he was able to mumble in his confusion.
"Good-bye Touma. Thank you for being there for both me and Eiri." Shuichi said, with a hint of sadness and tone of finality entering his voice, as he turned to leave.
As Shuichi left his sight, Touma finally realized what had just happened. Shuichi had left and he had no intention of coming back.
"Good-bye Shuichi. It was nice while it lasted. Eiri really did love you," Touma finally admitted to the empty corridor. "But Eiri's better off without you. He doesn't need you around to cause him any more pain."
Turning back to Eiri's room, Touma decided to check up on the man himself. Shuichi had had him all to himself for much too long and he didn't like it.
'I've known Eiri for much longer and I was the one who had cared for him all these years. It's not fair that that little boy took him away from me so easily.' Touma thought, his spite towards Shuichi growing steadily.
Almost silently, Touma turned the doorknob and slipped into Eiri's room. The room was white as snow and smelled of antibiotics. Gazing from the door, Touma could see Eiri's sleeping form on the opposite side of the room, carefully tucked into the crisp white bed sheets that were so typical in hospitals.
In fact, the only thing that wasn't so white in the room was the bright red blood that had managed to seep through the thick gauze bandage before the wound had clotted. That wound was what caused of all this confusion, what caused the destruction of Shuichi and Eiri's relationship and what nearly caused the destruction of Eiri's life.
Walking over to Eiri's bedside, Touma smiled smugly at the chair that had been Shuichi's residence for the passed few days in the hospital. He pushed it aside, preferring a new seat not previously occupied by the boy who stole Eiri away from him, but even through his jealousy-clouded mind, Touma felt sorry for the kid. He had loved Eiri so much and had given up on his own happiness to ensure that Eiri did not suffer anymore. Too bad for him that it was not meant to be. Eiri deserved someone better than that whiny brat, even if it was a famous singing whiny brat.
Finally bringing his attention back to the still sleeping Eiri, Touma noticed the growing frown on Eiri's face. The frown grew into a scowl and eventually, Eiri began to flail his arms as if he was battling against an invisible enemy. Before things could get any wilder, Touma grabbed him by the shoulders to hold him still. Apparently not liking being held down, Eiri unconsciously lifted his arms forcefully and pushed Touma off of him.
Stumbling to regain his balance, Touma returned to Eiri's side and once again, he grabbed Eiri's arms. This time, he decided enough was enough. With one hard shake, Touma was determined to wake Eiri up. He had been asleep for much too long as it was.
Eiri opened his eyes with a start and before he could register Touma's presence, he blurted out, "Is that you, Shuichi?" In hopes that he had imagined the words of good-bye that he had heard while trapped deep within his own psyche. Then as he was finally able to focus his vision, he saw Touma instead of the pink haired vocalist, and the battered remains of his world shattered.
"He's gone, Eiri." Touma told him without any sense of remorse in his voice. It was a fact and that was how Touma had stated it, like some statistic to be rattled off, not something to be worried about, not something that he thought Eiri should have cared about.
It was then that Eiri realized that he had not dreamed Shuichi's departure. It was real and all he cared now was that he had to get Shuichi back. "Why did you let him leave?" Eiri asked, his voice as cold as ice. "Why did you let him go out that door?"
Putting on a mask of innocence, Touma tilted his head slightly and inquired, "Did you want him to stay? I thought that you disliked him. You always call him idiot or moron. I thought that it might have been better for your recovery if he just left."
Leaping unsteadily out of his bed, Eiri curled his fists around the collar of Touma's shirt, nearly lifting him off the ground. "You have no right saying that." His eyes showed nothing but anger, not the least bit comforted by the look of fear that had flashed across Touma's face, before he was able to get his emotions back under control.
Catching himself, Eiri realized that he did not have the time to pick a fight with Touma if he wanted to be able to find Shuichi before he disappeared for good. Letting go of Touma, Eiri found a set of his own clothes piled neatly on a nearby chair and changed as fast as he could, not caring that Touma was watching him. He walked towards the door even before he finished buttoning up his shirt.
"Where are you going?" Touma spoke up, his voice as crisp and authoritative as ever.
Not stopping, Eiri replied, "To find Shuichi." As he walked out and closed the door, leaving Touma behind in the snow white room.
TBC...
On: May 9, 2002
2 Crossing the Line
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or any of its characters. This fic is written for purposes of amusement only. I am not gaining any profits from this. Blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda...
Warnings: Shounen ai Eiri+Shuichi and angst.
Author's Note: This is the sequel to "The Man Behind the Mask".
Here's the fic:
~*~*~*~
Touma's head snapped up when he heard the door to Eiri's hospital room click as it opened and Shuichi stepped out, his face full of sorrow.
Standing up to go talk to Shuichi, Touma felt his spine pop in several places successively as he removed himself from his place in front of Eiri's room for the first time all day. "Has he waken up yet?" Touma asked, careful to keep his voice neutral. He did not know what had happened between the two lovers, but he knew enough to know when to keep his mouth shut and this was one of those times.
"I don't think so." Shuichi answered without a hint of emotion in his voice. "There's something I need to do. Please take care of Yuki."
Not understanding why the young singer was acting so strangely, Touma could only stand there and stare. "Ah...Okay..." He was all he was able to mumble in his confusion.
"Good-bye Touma. Thank you for being there for both me and Eiri." Shuichi said, with a hint of sadness and tone of finality entering his voice, as he turned to leave.
As Shuichi left his sight, Touma finally realized what had just happened. Shuichi had left and he had no intention of coming back.
"Good-bye Shuichi. It was nice while it lasted. Eiri really did love you," Touma finally admitted to the empty corridor. "But Eiri's better off without you. He doesn't need you around to cause him any more pain."
Turning back to Eiri's room, Touma decided to check up on the man himself. Shuichi had had him all to himself for much too long and he didn't like it.
'I've known Eiri for much longer and I was the one who had cared for him all these years. It's not fair that that little boy took him away from me so easily.' Touma thought, his spite towards Shuichi growing steadily.
Almost silently, Touma turned the doorknob and slipped into Eiri's room. The room was white as snow and smelled of antibiotics. Gazing from the door, Touma could see Eiri's sleeping form on the opposite side of the room, carefully tucked into the crisp white bed sheets that were so typical in hospitals.
In fact, the only thing that wasn't so white in the room was the bright red blood that had managed to seep through the thick gauze bandage before the wound had clotted. That wound was what caused of all this confusion, what caused the destruction of Shuichi and Eiri's relationship and what nearly caused the destruction of Eiri's life.
Walking over to Eiri's bedside, Touma smiled smugly at the chair that had been Shuichi's residence for the passed few days in the hospital. He pushed it aside, preferring a new seat not previously occupied by the boy who stole Eiri away from him, but even through his jealousy-clouded mind, Touma felt sorry for the kid. He had loved Eiri so much and had given up on his own happiness to ensure that Eiri did not suffer anymore. Too bad for him that it was not meant to be. Eiri deserved someone better than that whiny brat, even if it was a famous singing whiny brat.
Finally bringing his attention back to the still sleeping Eiri, Touma noticed the growing frown on Eiri's face. The frown grew into a scowl and eventually, Eiri began to flail his arms as if he was battling against an invisible enemy. Before things could get any wilder, Touma grabbed him by the shoulders to hold him still. Apparently not liking being held down, Eiri unconsciously lifted his arms forcefully and pushed Touma off of him.
Stumbling to regain his balance, Touma returned to Eiri's side and once again, he grabbed Eiri's arms. This time, he decided enough was enough. With one hard shake, Touma was determined to wake Eiri up. He had been asleep for much too long as it was.
Eiri opened his eyes with a start and before he could register Touma's presence, he blurted out, "Is that you, Shuichi?" In hopes that he had imagined the words of good-bye that he had heard while trapped deep within his own psyche. Then as he was finally able to focus his vision, he saw Touma instead of the pink haired vocalist, and the battered remains of his world shattered.
"He's gone, Eiri." Touma told him without any sense of remorse in his voice. It was a fact and that was how Touma had stated it, like some statistic to be rattled off, not something to be worried about, not something that he thought Eiri should have cared about.
It was then that Eiri realized that he had not dreamed Shuichi's departure. It was real and all he cared now was that he had to get Shuichi back. "Why did you let him leave?" Eiri asked, his voice as cold as ice. "Why did you let him go out that door?"
Putting on a mask of innocence, Touma tilted his head slightly and inquired, "Did you want him to stay? I thought that you disliked him. You always call him idiot or moron. I thought that it might have been better for your recovery if he just left."
Leaping unsteadily out of his bed, Eiri curled his fists around the collar of Touma's shirt, nearly lifting him off the ground. "You have no right saying that." His eyes showed nothing but anger, not the least bit comforted by the look of fear that had flashed across Touma's face, before he was able to get his emotions back under control.
Catching himself, Eiri realized that he did not have the time to pick a fight with Touma if he wanted to be able to find Shuichi before he disappeared for good. Letting go of Touma, Eiri found a set of his own clothes piled neatly on a nearby chair and changed as fast as he could, not caring that Touma was watching him. He walked towards the door even before he finished buttoning up his shirt.
"Where are you going?" Touma spoke up, his voice as crisp and authoritative as ever.
Not stopping, Eiri replied, "To find Shuichi." As he walked out and closed the door, leaving Touma behind in the snow white room.
TBC...