Disclaimer: …I don't own Gravitation…*goes and sulks in a corner*
Notes: Thankies for the reviews! All are much appreciated! =D *Emily gives everyone candy*
I feel like such a crappy writer. I don't do sap or mushy stuff x.X so bear with me. Honestly >|
WARNING: Shounen-ai, hints of yaoi…maybe even some yaoi later. This means maleXmale partnerships. If you happen to disagree with this, then turn back now by hitting the "back" button. *Happens to wonder why you're reading Gravitation fanfiction* Key-desu!
'…' = Speech
blahblah = flash back
---- Yuki snapped awake, breathing hard. He had just had a very confusing dream, in which Shuichi was forcing him to make a choice. Memories of the night before swept into his brain, and he rolled over to look at the person he thought was sleeping next to him.
His eyes widened when he found Shuichi had gone.
"Maybe he went to the bathroom," he thought, sitting up.
'Shuichi?' he called out. There was no response. Yuki got out of bed and went to have a look. Shuichi's clothes were gone off the floor; his bag wasn't in the living room.
"It wasn't anything important…you weren't getting back together," his subconscious nagged. Yuki's shoulders slumped. He supposed it was too much to hope for…and Shuichi had been so…cold.
Almost as though there were no feelings towards Yuki at all anymore.
But that couldn't be true, could it?
Yuki shivered. Maybe this time…he had really blown all his chances with Shuichi. * Shuichi, for the second time that morning, had practically taken a nosedive into his coffee.
He blinked, and stared at the cooling brown liquid. He wasn't a coffee person, but he felt the need for a caffeine rush, and this had been the closest thing available at the small café he was currently sitting in.
He had left Yuki's two hours ago, not waking the man up to say so. Now, he felt bad about it…
Shuichi had hoped they would be able to rebuild a relationship, one stronger than before. He wouldn't of whined or bugged Yuki so much. He had grown up a bit after all.
But Yuki wouldn't want a relationship, right? It was probably just sex, after all.
Shuichi took a sip of his coffee and winced.
Probably.
Supposing he should make his way home (he had been out all night - oh damn, what was Tatsuha gonna ask?) he discarded his polystyrene coffee cup and half its contents, paid for it and left the café. He hitched up his too big scrub pants and shuffled along the road in a hope they wouldn't fall down.
It may have been early, but it didn't mean fans wouldn't attack. He looked around warily. His life, to him, seemed nothing less than complicated. When he wasn't worrying about fans attacking (meep; he noticed a girl looking at him contemplatively and hurried along), he was worrying about work, and now he was worried about a possible-one-night-stand-that-he-didn't-want-to-be-a-one-night-stand with Yuki.
What was he going to do?
Maybe he shouldn't of left without saying anything? Too late to do anything about that now, ne? He could always go back and apologise and ask the question he was dieing to ask.
Shuichi was so deep in thought he didn't notice Sakuma Ryuichi waving to him. In fact, he didn't notice at all as he walked straight into his idol.
'Uff!'
'Shuichi!' the overly genki man chirped, glomping onto Shuichi. 'Ohayouuuuu!'
'S--Sakuma-san!' Shuichi almost choked with shock. Wasn't it a bit to early for anyone to be out and about? And how could Ryuichi be so …cheerful? 'Ohayou.'
He managed to smile. 'What are you doing out so early?'
Ryuichi's pink bunny was produced and the man waved Kumagorou about.
'Kuma wanted to go for a walk na no da!' Ryuichi made the pink rabbit toy wave at Shuichi.
'Hello Kumagorou!'
'Hello Shu-chan no da!'
The two (or three if you saw it from Ryuichi's point of view) started up one of their usual conversations about nothing much at all.
Ryuichi ran off to buy ice cream for them, leaving Shuichi sitting on a wall with Kumagorou too "look after him".
Shuichi looked at Ryuichi's beloved toy. 'Ah, life must be pretty simple for you. What do you think I should do? Tell Yuki how I feel?'
Amazing, the stuff toy appeared to be looking at him confused. Shuichi stared.
'Yeah, I guess you're right Kuma. I shouldn't ask you.' He couldn't ask Ryuichi either, he feared he would upset his friend. There was no one he could ask.
'I'll have to figure it out myself,' he concluded.
Ryuichi arrived back and shoved a strawberry ice cream cone towards Shuichi.
'Breakfast!' he smiled, and began sharing his mint choc chip with Kumagorou.
'Kumagorou is stealing my ice cream!'
Shuichi watched as Ryuichi fought with his Kuma.
"Yes, I'll definitely have to decide for myself," he thought, slowly devouring his ice cream.
A girl hesitantly walked up to them. "Anou…Shindou-san? May I have your autograph?" She asked, offering out a pad.
Shuichi was caught off guard, he hadn't been watching for fans. Ryuichi pounced and started yipping at Shuichi about autographs. 'Sure,' he said, happily as he could, 'who for?'
'Urm…my name is Amaya. Amaya Kaori. The autograph is for me. I'm a big fan of Bad Luck.'
Shuichi quickly wrote out some lame message to the girl and signed her notepad. She blushed as he handed the pad back to her and bowed deeply.
'Arigatou Shindou-san!' She smiled.
Shuichi watched as the girl ran off, bright red. She had vivid (and obviously dyed) red hair, cropped short and spiked. Nothing unusual about that meeting; although something about the girl had made Shuichi uncomfortable.
'Ne, Sakuma-san?'
'Oee?'
'Want to come and see Tatsuha? I gotta get on home…wanna come?' Ryuichi bounced out of his seat. 'WAI! Tatsuha-kun! You hear that Kuma no da?'
Shuichi laughed and the two men headed back to his apartment. * It was roughly nine pm when Shuichi managed to get away from hanging out with Tatsuha and Ryuichi. He left the two in his apartment, claiming he needed to go get more drinks.
He had resolved, once again, to go and see Yuki. He wasn't going to stand there and stutter this time. And he certainly wasn't going to end up in the other mans bed, although it would be nice.
'No…I'm going to get an honest answer.' * Yuki had spent the day doing nothing. Blissful nothingness. It would have been better if he'd had more beer, but he was too lazy to go and buy more, so the last box of cigarettes he had would have to be good enough to aid his moping.
Not that he would tell anyone he was moping.
He turned off his TV and sat in the silence, his head resting on the back of the sofa.
He was just drifting off, when the doorbell rang. At first, he ignored, glaring only towards the door in response. The ringing stopped and he relaxed back into the silence.
Then someone started hammering on the door.
'Goddamit,' Yuki hauled himself out of his seat, and glared, 'this better not be Tohma with one of his spaghetti meals.'
He grumbled and went to open the door. The hammering got louder, it was almost as if the person on the other side of the door was nervous and wanted to see him soon.
Yuki unlatched the lock, opened the heavy wooden door and met the floor with a pink-haired man on top of him.
'Ah! Yuki! Gomen!' Shuichi squeaked and hopped back up to his feet. Yuki resisted the urge to throw Shuichi out. The man had just left with no explanation just hours before; why was he back now?
He said nothing and stared at Shuichi.
'Ah…urm…anou--' Shuichi twirled his index fingers around each other nervously. 'Yuki…I-'
Shuichi threw his hands down by his sides. 'I'm sorry…I just-'
'Why did you leave?'
There was a tense silence between the two. Yuki turned away from Shuichi and stood.
'Yuki…' Shuichi hesitated again. It was really beginning to piss Yuki off. 'I left because- well- I was worried. You don't love me and so I didn't want you to kick me out again, so I left, haha, which probably doesn't make much sense but oh well.'
The only thing I really wanted to ask was…it been driving me mad all day. I mean, if it was, then fine okay, the sex was good and all, but was last night…just last night? A one off? Nothing?' Shuichi rambled suddenly, his face looking heartbroken already.
Yuki looked at the man, his eyes softening, reminded of the night he had said it was over; Shuichi's face was exactly the same.
'What do you want it to be?' Yuki turned away, not being able to take the look anymore.
'That's not what I asked! Don't play games, Yuki Eiri,' the shorter man's voice sounded so determined, different. Shuichi had grown up. 'I want a straight answer. Are we back together or not? Because---because! I'm not going to play along. If you don't want me, just tell me!'
Unable to respond in any other way, Yuki whirled round, startling Shuichi, and wrapped the pink haired man in a hug.
'I'm sorry Shuichi,' he whispered into his lovers' hair.
'Eh?'
'I'm sorry for the past two years. Will you come back to me?'
They stood there, Yuki embracing Shuichi, while Shuichi stood shocked, arms dangling limply at his sides.
It appeared to take Shuichi a while to register Yuki's words, but slowly, he moved his arms to reciprocate the hug.
'Yuki…' *** It was late at night, and Shuichi was attempting to sleep. Well, he would have been sleeping (and he was very tired too) if his lover, Yuki, weren't snoring so goddamn loudly.
'Yuki!' He attempted once more, trying to wake the man. He poked him in the ribs, kissed him, even bit his ear! Nothing worked.
'Uwa~ Yuki, I have to work tomorrow.'
Sighing, Shuichi pulled a pillow over his head and tried to sleep again. Yuki shifted in his sleep, rolled over and possessively glomped onto Shuichi, succeeding in snoring right into Shuichi's ear.
It wasn't all the time that Yuki hugged him in his sleep, and Shuichi would have been thankful for it; if he had been asleep and could comfortably relax back into the hug.
'Snore…' Yuki's mouth was right near the pink haired man's ear. Shuichi squirmed in the hug, but Yuki tightened his grip.
'YUKI!'
No luck. Shuichi only had one alternative.
After ten minutes of tackling, Shuichi was out of Yuki's vice like hug.
Now, for his master plan.
He rolled Yuki over to the edge of the bed, winding the covers around the man in the process.
It didn't occur to him that he could simply go sleep on the couch, which was too much of a complex idea. Shuichi tended to use the first "good" idea that entered his brain. Carefully he dragged Yuki off the bed (taking care of his darling's head; didn't want to get killed) and through the living room. He paused by the balcony door to unlatch it and open it.
The night was warm and starry. At least Yuki wouldn't freeze. Shuichi quickly dashed into the bedroom to retrieve a pillow and finished off his idea, resting Yuki to sleep out on the balcony. He would miss sleeping with the man, but he did need to sleep after all.
Feeling accomplished, he scampered sleepily back to the bedroom to sleep. * Yuki awoke the next morning to the bright sun. Or maybe it was a torch? No, definitely the sun.
Hang on. Wait a minute.
'What the fuck am I doing on the balcony?'
He attempted to recall the events of the previous night, and recount whether he had gotten drunk or not, or if this was some weird place he and Shuichi had ended up after…ahem.
No. Everything was nice and tidy; no mishaps. So how had he managed to end up on the stone cold floor of his balcony?
Only one person could answer that question.
Unravelling himself from the comforter; he stomped into the bedroom where Shuichi was sleeping happily thanks to the snore-free-Yuki zone.
Yuki watched the baka sleeping for a while, a fond smile on his face. He shook his head, ridding himself of the "cute" thoughts and dropped softly onto the bed, hovering over Shuichi.
Carefully, he leaned into to kiss the man to wake him up. Before their lips met, he grasped Shuichi's hands, firmly pinning them to his sides and whispered; 'Are you the one who put me on the balcony? Because idiots like you should be punished.' *** A month passed; Shuichi and Yuki had begun rebuilding their relationship, yet failed to tell anyone that they were back together as agreed. Shuichi had asked Yuki if he minded…but obviously not.
Hiro and Ayaka's baby, Hijiri, was safe and healthy, much to everyone's joy. Shuichi had been given the role of uncle.
Tatsuha was still staying with Shuichi, refusing to go back to Kyoto even when Mika threatened him with a bread knife. It had taken Tohma, Shuichi and Ryuichi (who had been crying) to pry the crazy woman off her little brother.
So, everything was well. * 'Eiri! Open the door, Goddamit, Eiri!'
Yuki opened the door for his Aneki grudgingly, glared at her and let her in.
'How long does it take? Honestly, I've been knocking for the best part of fifteen minutes. Quarter of an hour of my life gone, waiting for you.'
'Go find someone else to pester then.'
Mika rolled her eyes and strode straight into the living room. "She walks around like she owns the damn place," Yuki thought.
'Do you have any idea what our darling little brother is up to these days?'
Ah, so this was another "You corrupted him" rant.
Yuki said nothing and responded in no way at all.
'Honestly he is just like you. A playboy to no ends,' Mika raved, hands on hips, 'he refuses to go back to the temple and do his duties. Father, Kami-sama rest his soul, is probably turning in his grave right now!'
Yuki gave his elder sister a "What does this have to do with me look", but obviously, Mika was paying little attention and just needed someone to take her stress out on.
'Is there any point in this visit other than to piss me off?'
'Eiri! If you had of become a responsible adult and taken your place as head of the temple, we wouldn't have this problem. This is all your fault!'
'Tell me something you haven't told me before. This is getting old.'
Mika sighed. 'I don't see why I bother.'
'You should stop bothering,' he offered helpfully.
Why did she have to always act like a mother?
'Eiri, are you okay?' Mika observed the apartment, which was currently dark (the drapes were closed) with a few beer cans littering the table as well an overflowing ashtray.
'Yes.'
'You really need to get a girlfriend. Maybe they could clean this place up.'
Yuki narrowed his eyes; 'I like it the way it is,' he said indignantly. 'I'm going to go and work. Leave whenever you want, just don't bother me.'
"Leave now, Shuichi'll be here soon." Yuki didn't want to risk awkward questions. He closed his office door behind him and sat down at his desk.
He heard his sister begin to protest and ignored it.
Five minutes later, his door slammed and his apartment was silent again. * 'I have to go.' Shuichi said suddenly, sitting in Hiro and Ayaka's lounge. He was holding baby Hijiri; with Hiro hovering around behind him to make sure Shuichi didn't drop the child.
Ayaka looked up from her book and looked at Hiro. Hiro raised an eyebrow at Shuichi.
'You seem to "have to go" a lot lately. Who are they?'
Shuichi blushed, and returned Hijiri to his father. 'Who is who?'
'He's talking about your new flame. Apparently, you rarely spend nights at home anymore, Shuichi,' Ayaka said.
'That's a lie! And there is nobody!' Shuichi protested weakly.
'Of course, Shuichi…'
'Hmpph. Nice to know my friends believe me! I'm going now. Ja ne,' Shuichi glared jokingly at them and left.
'I bet its Eiri-san,' Ayaka said quietly. * Shuichi stretched out and yawned, before settling back into the mattress. 'Mmm, Yuki…'
'What?' came the sleepy reply.
Shuichi cuddled back up to the blonde haired man. Everything felt so right and safe, Shuichi felt bad about breaking the moment.
'I have to go back to work. Kei-san ordered us back today.'
Yuki opened his eyes and looked at Shuichi; 'And you stayed here the night before…because?'
'I'd prefer to spend time with you and be late for work.'
He gave Yuki a quick kiss on the cheek, before grudgingly getting out of the bed.
'This isn't staying and spending time with me, Shu-chan,' Yuki protested.
'Ahh, gomen, gomen. I just thought; Kei-san mentioned something about machine guns. And Sakano-san has been rather on edge lately. I don't wanna be the cause of the poor guys death.' Shuichi winked cheekily, 'I'll come see you tonight, okay? I promise.'
With that, the cheerful pink haired man left the room, leaving Yuki alone in the quiet.
Shuichi carefully closed the apartments door behind him and, huge smile in place, strolled down the corridor.
It was good to be back with Yuki; sure things weren't exactly the same but he was happy again.
He opened the door for someone as he left, letting her through. The girl bowed her head to him, and Shuichi thought he recognised her for a second. She looked at him with wide panicked eyes for a second, before hurrying along.
Shuichi watched her go for a while, trying to place her.
Eventually, he shrugged it off and left the apartment building for work. * There was a slow knock at the door, followed by a frenzied buzzing of the buzzer.
Yuki got out of bed quickly, hoping Shuichi had returned. The knocking did sound a lot like Shuichi's, although something was a little off.
He silently cursed the other man, though, for refusing to take a key.
But, as long as Shuichi had come back to spend more time with him, it didn't matter.
'I'm coming!' Yuki said, opening the door.
A blur of red crashed into him, arms wrapped around his waist. Yuki looked down to see a girl with her head buried on his chest.
'Yuki-sama…' To Be Continued…
Notes: Thankies for the reviews! All are much appreciated! =D *Emily gives everyone candy*
I feel like such a crappy writer. I don't do sap or mushy stuff x.X so bear with me. Honestly >|
WARNING: Shounen-ai, hints of yaoi…maybe even some yaoi later. This means maleXmale partnerships. If you happen to disagree with this, then turn back now by hitting the "back" button. *Happens to wonder why you're reading Gravitation fanfiction* Key-desu!
'…' = Speech
blahblah = flash back
---- Yuki snapped awake, breathing hard. He had just had a very confusing dream, in which Shuichi was forcing him to make a choice. Memories of the night before swept into his brain, and he rolled over to look at the person he thought was sleeping next to him.
His eyes widened when he found Shuichi had gone.
"Maybe he went to the bathroom," he thought, sitting up.
'Shuichi?' he called out. There was no response. Yuki got out of bed and went to have a look. Shuichi's clothes were gone off the floor; his bag wasn't in the living room.
"It wasn't anything important…you weren't getting back together," his subconscious nagged. Yuki's shoulders slumped. He supposed it was too much to hope for…and Shuichi had been so…cold.
Almost as though there were no feelings towards Yuki at all anymore.
But that couldn't be true, could it?
Yuki shivered. Maybe this time…he had really blown all his chances with Shuichi. * Shuichi, for the second time that morning, had practically taken a nosedive into his coffee.
He blinked, and stared at the cooling brown liquid. He wasn't a coffee person, but he felt the need for a caffeine rush, and this had been the closest thing available at the small café he was currently sitting in.
He had left Yuki's two hours ago, not waking the man up to say so. Now, he felt bad about it…
Shuichi had hoped they would be able to rebuild a relationship, one stronger than before. He wouldn't of whined or bugged Yuki so much. He had grown up a bit after all.
But Yuki wouldn't want a relationship, right? It was probably just sex, after all.
Shuichi took a sip of his coffee and winced.
Probably.
Supposing he should make his way home (he had been out all night - oh damn, what was Tatsuha gonna ask?) he discarded his polystyrene coffee cup and half its contents, paid for it and left the café. He hitched up his too big scrub pants and shuffled along the road in a hope they wouldn't fall down.
It may have been early, but it didn't mean fans wouldn't attack. He looked around warily. His life, to him, seemed nothing less than complicated. When he wasn't worrying about fans attacking (meep; he noticed a girl looking at him contemplatively and hurried along), he was worrying about work, and now he was worried about a possible-one-night-stand-that-he-didn't-want-to-be-a-one-night-stand with Yuki.
What was he going to do?
Maybe he shouldn't of left without saying anything? Too late to do anything about that now, ne? He could always go back and apologise and ask the question he was dieing to ask.
Shuichi was so deep in thought he didn't notice Sakuma Ryuichi waving to him. In fact, he didn't notice at all as he walked straight into his idol.
'Uff!'
'Shuichi!' the overly genki man chirped, glomping onto Shuichi. 'Ohayouuuuu!'
'S--Sakuma-san!' Shuichi almost choked with shock. Wasn't it a bit to early for anyone to be out and about? And how could Ryuichi be so …cheerful? 'Ohayou.'
He managed to smile. 'What are you doing out so early?'
Ryuichi's pink bunny was produced and the man waved Kumagorou about.
'Kuma wanted to go for a walk na no da!' Ryuichi made the pink rabbit toy wave at Shuichi.
'Hello Kumagorou!'
'Hello Shu-chan no da!'
The two (or three if you saw it from Ryuichi's point of view) started up one of their usual conversations about nothing much at all.
Ryuichi ran off to buy ice cream for them, leaving Shuichi sitting on a wall with Kumagorou too "look after him".
Shuichi looked at Ryuichi's beloved toy. 'Ah, life must be pretty simple for you. What do you think I should do? Tell Yuki how I feel?'
Amazing, the stuff toy appeared to be looking at him confused. Shuichi stared.
'Yeah, I guess you're right Kuma. I shouldn't ask you.' He couldn't ask Ryuichi either, he feared he would upset his friend. There was no one he could ask.
'I'll have to figure it out myself,' he concluded.
Ryuichi arrived back and shoved a strawberry ice cream cone towards Shuichi.
'Breakfast!' he smiled, and began sharing his mint choc chip with Kumagorou.
'Kumagorou is stealing my ice cream!'
Shuichi watched as Ryuichi fought with his Kuma.
"Yes, I'll definitely have to decide for myself," he thought, slowly devouring his ice cream.
A girl hesitantly walked up to them. "Anou…Shindou-san? May I have your autograph?" She asked, offering out a pad.
Shuichi was caught off guard, he hadn't been watching for fans. Ryuichi pounced and started yipping at Shuichi about autographs. 'Sure,' he said, happily as he could, 'who for?'
'Urm…my name is Amaya. Amaya Kaori. The autograph is for me. I'm a big fan of Bad Luck.'
Shuichi quickly wrote out some lame message to the girl and signed her notepad. She blushed as he handed the pad back to her and bowed deeply.
'Arigatou Shindou-san!' She smiled.
Shuichi watched as the girl ran off, bright red. She had vivid (and obviously dyed) red hair, cropped short and spiked. Nothing unusual about that meeting; although something about the girl had made Shuichi uncomfortable.
'Ne, Sakuma-san?'
'Oee?'
'Want to come and see Tatsuha? I gotta get on home…wanna come?' Ryuichi bounced out of his seat. 'WAI! Tatsuha-kun! You hear that Kuma no da?'
Shuichi laughed and the two men headed back to his apartment. * It was roughly nine pm when Shuichi managed to get away from hanging out with Tatsuha and Ryuichi. He left the two in his apartment, claiming he needed to go get more drinks.
He had resolved, once again, to go and see Yuki. He wasn't going to stand there and stutter this time. And he certainly wasn't going to end up in the other mans bed, although it would be nice.
'No…I'm going to get an honest answer.' * Yuki had spent the day doing nothing. Blissful nothingness. It would have been better if he'd had more beer, but he was too lazy to go and buy more, so the last box of cigarettes he had would have to be good enough to aid his moping.
Not that he would tell anyone he was moping.
He turned off his TV and sat in the silence, his head resting on the back of the sofa.
He was just drifting off, when the doorbell rang. At first, he ignored, glaring only towards the door in response. The ringing stopped and he relaxed back into the silence.
Then someone started hammering on the door.
'Goddamit,' Yuki hauled himself out of his seat, and glared, 'this better not be Tohma with one of his spaghetti meals.'
He grumbled and went to open the door. The hammering got louder, it was almost as if the person on the other side of the door was nervous and wanted to see him soon.
Yuki unlatched the lock, opened the heavy wooden door and met the floor with a pink-haired man on top of him.
'Ah! Yuki! Gomen!' Shuichi squeaked and hopped back up to his feet. Yuki resisted the urge to throw Shuichi out. The man had just left with no explanation just hours before; why was he back now?
He said nothing and stared at Shuichi.
'Ah…urm…anou--' Shuichi twirled his index fingers around each other nervously. 'Yuki…I-'
Shuichi threw his hands down by his sides. 'I'm sorry…I just-'
'Why did you leave?'
There was a tense silence between the two. Yuki turned away from Shuichi and stood.
'Yuki…' Shuichi hesitated again. It was really beginning to piss Yuki off. 'I left because- well- I was worried. You don't love me and so I didn't want you to kick me out again, so I left, haha, which probably doesn't make much sense but oh well.'
The only thing I really wanted to ask was…it been driving me mad all day. I mean, if it was, then fine okay, the sex was good and all, but was last night…just last night? A one off? Nothing?' Shuichi rambled suddenly, his face looking heartbroken already.
Yuki looked at the man, his eyes softening, reminded of the night he had said it was over; Shuichi's face was exactly the same.
'What do you want it to be?' Yuki turned away, not being able to take the look anymore.
'That's not what I asked! Don't play games, Yuki Eiri,' the shorter man's voice sounded so determined, different. Shuichi had grown up. 'I want a straight answer. Are we back together or not? Because---because! I'm not going to play along. If you don't want me, just tell me!'
Unable to respond in any other way, Yuki whirled round, startling Shuichi, and wrapped the pink haired man in a hug.
'I'm sorry Shuichi,' he whispered into his lovers' hair.
'Eh?'
'I'm sorry for the past two years. Will you come back to me?'
They stood there, Yuki embracing Shuichi, while Shuichi stood shocked, arms dangling limply at his sides.
It appeared to take Shuichi a while to register Yuki's words, but slowly, he moved his arms to reciprocate the hug.
'Yuki…' *** It was late at night, and Shuichi was attempting to sleep. Well, he would have been sleeping (and he was very tired too) if his lover, Yuki, weren't snoring so goddamn loudly.
'Yuki!' He attempted once more, trying to wake the man. He poked him in the ribs, kissed him, even bit his ear! Nothing worked.
'Uwa~ Yuki, I have to work tomorrow.'
Sighing, Shuichi pulled a pillow over his head and tried to sleep again. Yuki shifted in his sleep, rolled over and possessively glomped onto Shuichi, succeeding in snoring right into Shuichi's ear.
It wasn't all the time that Yuki hugged him in his sleep, and Shuichi would have been thankful for it; if he had been asleep and could comfortably relax back into the hug.
'Snore…' Yuki's mouth was right near the pink haired man's ear. Shuichi squirmed in the hug, but Yuki tightened his grip.
'YUKI!'
No luck. Shuichi only had one alternative.
After ten minutes of tackling, Shuichi was out of Yuki's vice like hug.
Now, for his master plan.
He rolled Yuki over to the edge of the bed, winding the covers around the man in the process.
It didn't occur to him that he could simply go sleep on the couch, which was too much of a complex idea. Shuichi tended to use the first "good" idea that entered his brain. Carefully he dragged Yuki off the bed (taking care of his darling's head; didn't want to get killed) and through the living room. He paused by the balcony door to unlatch it and open it.
The night was warm and starry. At least Yuki wouldn't freeze. Shuichi quickly dashed into the bedroom to retrieve a pillow and finished off his idea, resting Yuki to sleep out on the balcony. He would miss sleeping with the man, but he did need to sleep after all.
Feeling accomplished, he scampered sleepily back to the bedroom to sleep. * Yuki awoke the next morning to the bright sun. Or maybe it was a torch? No, definitely the sun.
Hang on. Wait a minute.
'What the fuck am I doing on the balcony?'
He attempted to recall the events of the previous night, and recount whether he had gotten drunk or not, or if this was some weird place he and Shuichi had ended up after…ahem.
No. Everything was nice and tidy; no mishaps. So how had he managed to end up on the stone cold floor of his balcony?
Only one person could answer that question.
Unravelling himself from the comforter; he stomped into the bedroom where Shuichi was sleeping happily thanks to the snore-free-Yuki zone.
Yuki watched the baka sleeping for a while, a fond smile on his face. He shook his head, ridding himself of the "cute" thoughts and dropped softly onto the bed, hovering over Shuichi.
Carefully, he leaned into to kiss the man to wake him up. Before their lips met, he grasped Shuichi's hands, firmly pinning them to his sides and whispered; 'Are you the one who put me on the balcony? Because idiots like you should be punished.' *** A month passed; Shuichi and Yuki had begun rebuilding their relationship, yet failed to tell anyone that they were back together as agreed. Shuichi had asked Yuki if he minded…but obviously not.
Hiro and Ayaka's baby, Hijiri, was safe and healthy, much to everyone's joy. Shuichi had been given the role of uncle.
Tatsuha was still staying with Shuichi, refusing to go back to Kyoto even when Mika threatened him with a bread knife. It had taken Tohma, Shuichi and Ryuichi (who had been crying) to pry the crazy woman off her little brother.
So, everything was well. * 'Eiri! Open the door, Goddamit, Eiri!'
Yuki opened the door for his Aneki grudgingly, glared at her and let her in.
'How long does it take? Honestly, I've been knocking for the best part of fifteen minutes. Quarter of an hour of my life gone, waiting for you.'
'Go find someone else to pester then.'
Mika rolled her eyes and strode straight into the living room. "She walks around like she owns the damn place," Yuki thought.
'Do you have any idea what our darling little brother is up to these days?'
Ah, so this was another "You corrupted him" rant.
Yuki said nothing and responded in no way at all.
'Honestly he is just like you. A playboy to no ends,' Mika raved, hands on hips, 'he refuses to go back to the temple and do his duties. Father, Kami-sama rest his soul, is probably turning in his grave right now!'
Yuki gave his elder sister a "What does this have to do with me look", but obviously, Mika was paying little attention and just needed someone to take her stress out on.
'Is there any point in this visit other than to piss me off?'
'Eiri! If you had of become a responsible adult and taken your place as head of the temple, we wouldn't have this problem. This is all your fault!'
'Tell me something you haven't told me before. This is getting old.'
Mika sighed. 'I don't see why I bother.'
'You should stop bothering,' he offered helpfully.
Why did she have to always act like a mother?
'Eiri, are you okay?' Mika observed the apartment, which was currently dark (the drapes were closed) with a few beer cans littering the table as well an overflowing ashtray.
'Yes.'
'You really need to get a girlfriend. Maybe they could clean this place up.'
Yuki narrowed his eyes; 'I like it the way it is,' he said indignantly. 'I'm going to go and work. Leave whenever you want, just don't bother me.'
"Leave now, Shuichi'll be here soon." Yuki didn't want to risk awkward questions. He closed his office door behind him and sat down at his desk.
He heard his sister begin to protest and ignored it.
Five minutes later, his door slammed and his apartment was silent again. * 'I have to go.' Shuichi said suddenly, sitting in Hiro and Ayaka's lounge. He was holding baby Hijiri; with Hiro hovering around behind him to make sure Shuichi didn't drop the child.
Ayaka looked up from her book and looked at Hiro. Hiro raised an eyebrow at Shuichi.
'You seem to "have to go" a lot lately. Who are they?'
Shuichi blushed, and returned Hijiri to his father. 'Who is who?'
'He's talking about your new flame. Apparently, you rarely spend nights at home anymore, Shuichi,' Ayaka said.
'That's a lie! And there is nobody!' Shuichi protested weakly.
'Of course, Shuichi…'
'Hmpph. Nice to know my friends believe me! I'm going now. Ja ne,' Shuichi glared jokingly at them and left.
'I bet its Eiri-san,' Ayaka said quietly. * Shuichi stretched out and yawned, before settling back into the mattress. 'Mmm, Yuki…'
'What?' came the sleepy reply.
Shuichi cuddled back up to the blonde haired man. Everything felt so right and safe, Shuichi felt bad about breaking the moment.
'I have to go back to work. Kei-san ordered us back today.'
Yuki opened his eyes and looked at Shuichi; 'And you stayed here the night before…because?'
'I'd prefer to spend time with you and be late for work.'
He gave Yuki a quick kiss on the cheek, before grudgingly getting out of the bed.
'This isn't staying and spending time with me, Shu-chan,' Yuki protested.
'Ahh, gomen, gomen. I just thought; Kei-san mentioned something about machine guns. And Sakano-san has been rather on edge lately. I don't wanna be the cause of the poor guys death.' Shuichi winked cheekily, 'I'll come see you tonight, okay? I promise.'
With that, the cheerful pink haired man left the room, leaving Yuki alone in the quiet.
Shuichi carefully closed the apartments door behind him and, huge smile in place, strolled down the corridor.
It was good to be back with Yuki; sure things weren't exactly the same but he was happy again.
He opened the door for someone as he left, letting her through. The girl bowed her head to him, and Shuichi thought he recognised her for a second. She looked at him with wide panicked eyes for a second, before hurrying along.
Shuichi watched her go for a while, trying to place her.
Eventually, he shrugged it off and left the apartment building for work. * There was a slow knock at the door, followed by a frenzied buzzing of the buzzer.
Yuki got out of bed quickly, hoping Shuichi had returned. The knocking did sound a lot like Shuichi's, although something was a little off.
He silently cursed the other man, though, for refusing to take a key.
But, as long as Shuichi had come back to spend more time with him, it didn't matter.
'I'm coming!' Yuki said, opening the door.
A blur of red crashed into him, arms wrapped around his waist. Yuki looked down to see a girl with her head buried on his chest.
'Yuki-sama…' To Be Continued…
