Warnings: I'm raising the rating to NC-17 (I'm saying it here since FF.net goes from 13 to R) for explicit yaoi scenes ^-^ I don't do lemons, but the suggestion of it is there (not lime). I dunno, I'm just raising the rating, so you've been warned. If make-out scenes between two guys grosses you out, then don't read, k? ^-^ To all those continuing to read, enjoy and please R&R!
Disclaimer: Gravi chara's not mine, I'm just borrowing them for a bit ^-^
Translations: Tadaima - I'm home
Oyasumi/Oya - Goodnight
Arigatou - Thanks
Gomen - Sorry
Baka - Idiot
Hai - Yes
Ja, itte kimasu - Well, I'm off
Revised: April 21, 2003
Part One
"Yu~ki~! Tadaima!!" Shuichi called out loudly, regardless of the fact that it was the dead of the night. He slipped off his shoes before hurrying to the bathroom to dispose of his sopping clothes. He knew he should have accepted K's offer to call him a taxi...
Tossing his clothes in the sink so he would remember to wash them in the morning, he climbed into the stall for a quick hot shower. After changing into a pair of pajama pants and a tank top, he crept quietly down the hall to the door of Yuki's study. Seeing the light still on, he peeked in to find Yuki busily typing away on his laptop.
"Oyasumi," he said quietly with a small smile. "And arigatou," he added, heading back towards the couch. When he curled up to go to sleep though, he found the passage to the dream world elusive and instead found himself staring at the ceiling, happily replaying the events of the night.
The turnout for the concert had been better than expected, and he wasn't anything but pleased with the way it had gone, even with the extra hour of encores they had easily been forced into doing by the raging fans. He sighed happily; that was what he and Hiro had been aiming for since they were younger, to be able to get on stage and have hundreds of fans cheering to hear their music.
He looked up when he heard a shuffle by the doorway, his face brightening when he saw Yuki there before he winced slightly. "Ah gomen, Yuki, did I bother you when I came in?"
"You could've woken the dead," the amber haired, amber eyed man replied, blowing out a breath of smoke from an ever present cigarette.
Shuichi grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head as he sat up. "Gomen, gomen!" he laughed. Yuki looked at the pink haired boy a moment longer before going to the table and putting out the small stick in the ashtray. "Ne, Yuki..."
He turned to regard the smaller boy again, raising an eyebrow in question.
Shuichi blushed slightly at the piercing gaze and looked at the floor, absently pulling at the threads in his blanket. "I... just wanted to thank you for coming to the concert," he said nervously.
Yuki replied by stepping closer to the teen and running a hand through his soft locks. "Baka," he muttered quietly. Shuichi glanced up through his bangs and smiled shyly when he felt Yuki's fingers in his hair. Yuki sat next to him, keeping his hand on his head even as the teen moved to lean against him. "You're late..."
"Eheh, we got kept with having to do encores."
"For two hours?" He tried to keep his voice neutral, but a trace of relief at having the boy next to him wormed its way into it. He would never admit it, but he had begun to worry about the singer; he was always getting himself into trouble even when someone was there to keep an eye on him.
Shuichi was practically purring now and was already half asleep. He shook his head slightly when he heard the question. "We stayed an hour doing encores, and then half an hour to pack up and everything, and then it took me half an hour to get here... I sorta fell a few times in the rain..."
"Baka..." he muttered again, lips twitching slightly.
"Mmm, love you too, Yuki," Shuichi replied quietly before yawning.
Yuki paused his hand briefly, looking down at the top of the pink head. It amazed him sometimes how easily Shuichi had wedged his way into his life; other times it terrified him. What attracted the boy to him he had no idea; he had done nothing but try to push him away from day one. He supposed opposites really did attract.
With a quiet sigh, he picked up the sleeping boy and carried him into his bedroom. After laying him down he climbed in next to him, immediately finding himself with an armful of the pink haired boy.
"Oya-, Yuki," Shuichi mumbled, curling up next to him.
"I don't think so," he replied quietly, wrapping an arm around Shuichi's waist. He had had to wait two hours for his younger lover to get home; he wasn't about to let him off that easy. Shuichi glanced up at him, sleepily curious. He leaned forward, claiming the youth's lips in a heated kiss as he moved to cover the slim form beneath him with his own.
Shuichi was suddenly very awake, eyes going wide with surprise before almost closing as he kissed back fervently. He buried his hands in Yuki's hair, not about to let him go. "Yu-ki," he half breathed, half moaned, as he felt the author's lips move to his sensitive neck.
Yuki's heart jumped slightly at the way Shuichi said his name, the same way it always did - no matter how many times he heard it. He moved a hand under the light tank top to caress the smooth skin underneath, smirking slightly when Shuichi arched into the touch.
Before it could go much further, they were interrupted by the high pitched ringing of the telephone. Yuki sighed in annoyance and debated on whether to answer it or not. Deciding it could be important, he ran a hand through Shuichi's hair again before going to the other side of the room to pick it up, promising to inflict bodily harm if it was his brother again...
"Hello?" he almost snapped.
"Ah, yes," replied a woman's voice, slightly surprised by the curt tone. "This is Dr. Kinno. Is Shindou-san there?" she asked.
Yuki was about to ask her why she was calling, but decided against it - he knew firsthand how stubborn doctors could be. "Just a moment," he said instead, turning and holding the phone out to Shuichi.
The smaller boy looked at him curiously as he got up and took the phone. "Hai?" he asked.
"Shindou-san, this is Dr. Kinno. Do you know a Nakano Hiroshi?"
Shuichi felt sick when he heard she was a doctor. "H-hai... He's a close friend... Did something happen?"
"Shindou-san, I'm sorry to tell you this, but Nakano-san has been in an accident. He is in intensive care at the moment, but he seems to be stabilised." She paused, waiting for the usual outburst of disbelief or anger. All she heard was silence. "Shindou-san?"
"I'm here," he replied quietly. "Is he going to be okay?" he asked, voice catching slightly.
"He's stabilised," she said again. "We won't know more until morning. He's been in and out of consciousness, so if you want to come to the hospital tonight, you can see him," she offered.
"I'm on my way," he said. He didn't move to put the phone back on the cradle though, even after he heard the faint click of the line closing. He stared blankly down at the small table, knuckles white from clutching the phone too tightly.
Yuki reached over a few moments later and pried the boy's fingers free when he heard the incessant beeping of the phone. He watched as Shuichi started slightly in surprise, obviously drawn back into the present. Whatever had happened, it had affected the boy deeply, he noted, seeing the shadows covering the violet eyes. Right then he wanted nothing more than to take Shuichi and replace his pain with pleasure; to make him forget everything except how to feel. Instead, he grabbed the singer's chin and kissed him firmly before turning him and pushing him towards the door.
Shuichi blinked a little in surprise as he was pushed out of the room, somewhat hurt by the action until he realised Yuki wasn't pushing him away because he was mad. He gave a slight smile and wiped the back of his hand across his eyes to keep the tears back and went to change.
He didn't know what he would do if Hiro didn't make it, or if he ended up not being able to continue playing guitar. He wasn't sure what Hiro would do if that happened either; guitar was his life, the only thing he had found that he truly had a passion for. When they were younger, Hiro had always said he was most at peace when he was absorbed in the music, creating and rearranging the notes until he was satisfied with the composition. Even if Hiro lived, if he couldn't play guitar he would be dead on the inside. Shuichi didn't think he would be able to accept that.
After pulling on a sweatshirt and pants, he made his way to the door in a daze, hardly even paying attention to anything. He didn't even realise he was silently crying until he sat down to tie his shoes and found the back of his hand was wet with tears. He wiped them away as he stood and pulled on his jacket. "Ja, itte kimasu," he called.
"What do you think you're doing?" asked Yuki, standing from the couch where he had been silently watching the boy. He had changed into a dark blue shirt and a pair of black slacks. He leaned down and tapped the end of his cigarette on the ash tray before taking another draw.
Shuichi turned around. "Going to the hospital?"
"I don't plan to pay a hospital bill for you because you decided to catch pneumonia by being stupid enough to go out in the rain," he replied, picking up his coat and slipping it on on his way to the door. He ignored the slightly shimmering eyes as he walked past the teen, opening the door and leaving him to follow.
