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Love's Gravity
From outside his bedroom door, Yuki Eiri picked up a familiar wailing sound. Shuichi's obnoxious crying noises. He was still there! Was there still a chance to fix things between them?
Wait; didn't he just conclude that it WAS possible to live without Shuichi?
It had been like this ever since their first kiss. That time in the elevator, he had done it to quiet the loud boy's annoying rant. But then, the boy refused to stop seeing him. Every spare moment Shindou Shuichi had, he tried to spend it with Yuki. Despite Yuki's protests and cruelty, Shuichi still tried to be by his side.
And Yuki loved him for it.
Devotion, complete and total devotion was what Yuki had with Shuichi. Loyalty, to him, and him alone. But more than that.Shuichi loved him. Shuichi loved Yuki! Shuichi loved him! Him! Him!
But more than that.Shuichi loved Yuki for Yuki.
He couldn't even pretend Tohma and Mika felt that way for him.
How could he justify being so cruel to Shuichi? Even if Shuichi got on his nerves at times.well, most of the times. He could also be very cute.tantalizing, very desirable. Why, why in the hell did he let Shuichi just leave like that?
The sobs outside Yuki's bedroom door grew fainter, farther off. This was it. Yuki's last chance at happiness with Shuichi.
And the award-winning novelist was at a loss for words at what to do.
Except act.
Leaping suddenly out of bed and bounding across the room, Yuki swung open his bedroom door and all but fell out into the hall. Catching the wall for balance, the normally composed novelist glanced feverishly around for his pink haired lover. He was just down the hall, sitting down against the wall with his head in his arms, seemingly undisturbed by the noise Yuki made getting out of his room.
"Shuichi!" Yuki called out desperately. Looking up slowly at him, Shuichi appeared dazed and confused.
"Yuki?" He uttered quietly.
Regaining his balance, Yuki walked over to where Shuichi sat, and knelt down beside him. Whispering quietly, Yuki Eiri confessed the feelings he had kept bottled up for months. "Shuichi I.I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I never meant to be so cold. I just."
"No," Shuichi cut him off, "It was me, and I'm so annoying. I can't believe you put up with me so long, I-"
Yuki shook his head and stared into Shuichi's tear stained eyes, tears beginning to form in his own eyes.
"You are an Angel, Shuichi, my pink-haired, innocent Angel."
An angel?
Shuichi tried to grasp what his normally cold and cruel lover was trying to say to him.
"Yuki I.I love you.but, I can't stay with you if all it's going to do is cause us pain. I can't take that anymore Yuki! Your family hates me! You never get any work done with me around, I, I, I'm not needed."
Gently, Yuki took Shuichi's hand in his own, and placed one to his cheek, and the other to his heart.
"Listen to my heart Shuichi.it beats for you, and you alone. Feel my tears, they sprout from the very thought of living without you."
The vocalist could do nothing but stare and listen. Yuki, Yuki was saying this to him? Yuki was really saying this? Things he had only heard in dreams before. What he had never Yuki would, no, could say.
"Shuichi, I don't care what my old man thinks, I don't care what my sister thinks, I don't even give a damn what Tohma approves or disapproves of. Shuichi.I want you...I love you."
All Yuki could do was wait, and hope that he hadn't been too late with his confession. Was it too late? Too late to admit his true feelings? Was it fate that cruel, had he been too late? Please Buddha, don't let it be so.
A long moment of silence passed between the two. Tears pouring from both faces. Neither one seeming to want to break the silence that had arose between the two artists. Until,
"Yuki!"
Shuichi fell sobbing against Yuki's chest grasping for his back to sustain himself.
"Shuichi!"
Yuki wrapped his arms tightly around the younger man and held him close, laying his head down on top of Shuichi's bubblegum pink hair. Savoring the moment.
"Yuki?"
The novelist lifted his head from atop his lovers gently and caressed his cheek lovingly.
"What is it, Saiai?"
Shuichi's eyes watered up once more at the very word.
"I love you Yuki, now and forever."
Yuki simply smiled in response and tipped his beloved's face up to his for a deep kiss of passion.
Love's Gravity
From outside his bedroom door, Yuki Eiri picked up a familiar wailing sound. Shuichi's obnoxious crying noises. He was still there! Was there still a chance to fix things between them?
Wait; didn't he just conclude that it WAS possible to live without Shuichi?
It had been like this ever since their first kiss. That time in the elevator, he had done it to quiet the loud boy's annoying rant. But then, the boy refused to stop seeing him. Every spare moment Shindou Shuichi had, he tried to spend it with Yuki. Despite Yuki's protests and cruelty, Shuichi still tried to be by his side.
And Yuki loved him for it.
Devotion, complete and total devotion was what Yuki had with Shuichi. Loyalty, to him, and him alone. But more than that.Shuichi loved him. Shuichi loved Yuki! Shuichi loved him! Him! Him!
But more than that.Shuichi loved Yuki for Yuki.
He couldn't even pretend Tohma and Mika felt that way for him.
How could he justify being so cruel to Shuichi? Even if Shuichi got on his nerves at times.well, most of the times. He could also be very cute.tantalizing, very desirable. Why, why in the hell did he let Shuichi just leave like that?
The sobs outside Yuki's bedroom door grew fainter, farther off. This was it. Yuki's last chance at happiness with Shuichi.
And the award-winning novelist was at a loss for words at what to do.
Except act.
Leaping suddenly out of bed and bounding across the room, Yuki swung open his bedroom door and all but fell out into the hall. Catching the wall for balance, the normally composed novelist glanced feverishly around for his pink haired lover. He was just down the hall, sitting down against the wall with his head in his arms, seemingly undisturbed by the noise Yuki made getting out of his room.
"Shuichi!" Yuki called out desperately. Looking up slowly at him, Shuichi appeared dazed and confused.
"Yuki?" He uttered quietly.
Regaining his balance, Yuki walked over to where Shuichi sat, and knelt down beside him. Whispering quietly, Yuki Eiri confessed the feelings he had kept bottled up for months. "Shuichi I.I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I never meant to be so cold. I just."
"No," Shuichi cut him off, "It was me, and I'm so annoying. I can't believe you put up with me so long, I-"
Yuki shook his head and stared into Shuichi's tear stained eyes, tears beginning to form in his own eyes.
"You are an Angel, Shuichi, my pink-haired, innocent Angel."
An angel?
Shuichi tried to grasp what his normally cold and cruel lover was trying to say to him.
"Yuki I.I love you.but, I can't stay with you if all it's going to do is cause us pain. I can't take that anymore Yuki! Your family hates me! You never get any work done with me around, I, I, I'm not needed."
Gently, Yuki took Shuichi's hand in his own, and placed one to his cheek, and the other to his heart.
"Listen to my heart Shuichi.it beats for you, and you alone. Feel my tears, they sprout from the very thought of living without you."
The vocalist could do nothing but stare and listen. Yuki, Yuki was saying this to him? Yuki was really saying this? Things he had only heard in dreams before. What he had never Yuki would, no, could say.
"Shuichi, I don't care what my old man thinks, I don't care what my sister thinks, I don't even give a damn what Tohma approves or disapproves of. Shuichi.I want you...I love you."
All Yuki could do was wait, and hope that he hadn't been too late with his confession. Was it too late? Too late to admit his true feelings? Was it fate that cruel, had he been too late? Please Buddha, don't let it be so.
A long moment of silence passed between the two. Tears pouring from both faces. Neither one seeming to want to break the silence that had arose between the two artists. Until,
"Yuki!"
Shuichi fell sobbing against Yuki's chest grasping for his back to sustain himself.
"Shuichi!"
Yuki wrapped his arms tightly around the younger man and held him close, laying his head down on top of Shuichi's bubblegum pink hair. Savoring the moment.
"Yuki?"
The novelist lifted his head from atop his lovers gently and caressed his cheek lovingly.
"What is it, Saiai?"
Shuichi's eyes watered up once more at the very word.
"I love you Yuki, now and forever."
Yuki simply smiled in response and tipped his beloved's face up to his for a deep kiss of passion.