Disclaimer: …I don't own Gravitation…*goes and sulks in a corner*
Notes: w00t, *glomps all readers* You guys rule =D Sorry for the long wait ^.^;
No beating me with a stick for this chapter (Vay has done that job well enough for j00). Yes; I know I am very evil.
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
"La li ho" = thoughts ---- Shuichi, amazingly, got to work before Suguru and Hiro. He entered the studio to find Kei and Sakano sitting and having a cup of tea in peace.
It felt odd to be back at work, but brilliantly uplifting. It really felt like nothing had changed in the past two years. He had never been apart from his Yuki.
He grinned widely and waved to Bad Luck's producer and manager. 'La li HO!'
'Ohayou, Shindou-kun,' Sakano bowed his head. 'You seem cheerful this morning.'
'Ahahahaha, its just so great to be back at work,' Shuichi beamed, semi-lying.
Kei looked inquisitively at Shuichi; 'You're early.' He said simply. Kei always said things so plainly.
Shuichi looked at the clock; 'Nope, Hiro and Suguru are just late~~' he said triumphantly, making himself some tea and sitting on a stool.
He shifted uncomfortably on his seat in the silence, as Kei and Sakano were quite happy to sit in silence and it was already driving him mad after a second or so.
Shuichi sat back and thought back over the past month, a small smile curling over his face.
Things; they were so much better. * Yuki sat in silence, watching the girl talk nervously. The words seemed to just fall out of her mouth with an awkward stutter, but they still had an awful heart stopping effect on Yuki.
Everything was going to fall apart again; the bliss of having Shuichi back was going to go and Shuichi would never want to see him again. Yuki couldn't keep this a secret; there was no way and he wouldn't want to anyway, it was too low down. It'd be like paying a whore off.
'Yuki-sama, don't you even remember me?' The girl, Amaya Kaori was her name, asked quietly. Her eyes were glistening with tears and she still wore a panicked look, the same one she had had on her face the whole time.
And there was a hint of…hope?
Yuki didn't quite trust her.
'Do you have any proof?' he asked coldly.
She nodded; her head bouncing back and forth at such a rate Yuki thought her head may simply roll off. 'I can get some, if you want it. But…Yuki-sama--'
He glared at her and she shrunk back into the wall she was standing by. Yuki refused to let her sit and act like his apartment was home.
'--I…I was hoping you'd take my word! Do you remember--'
'Do you honestly expect me to remember everyone I sleep with?' He kept his voice level, although all he really wanted to do was shout and boot the wretched girl out of his apartment.
She hung her head and said nothing.
'Get me proof. Then I'll believe you.'
'Yuki-sama, please. I swear, I am not lying. I'm so worried, my family…they'll disown me! Please, please…help.'
'Give me proof. I need to think. I don't trust you.'
She stared at him, almost in disbelief. Yuki felt anger run through his veins, did the stupid bitch honestly expect him to trust her?
Without another word, the girl left. Yuki couldn't hope that she wouldn't be back. Every part of his life was bad luck, and anything that was good was lost. * Shuichi had spent the day bouncing around the studio happily, trying out the new arrangement with Suguru and perfecting it, and just generally enjoying being with his friends. It seemed in the time he had gotten back together with Yuki, he had seen less of the people who he cared for most. But there was always a gnawing guilt eating away at him for keeping his relationship with Yuki secret this time.
But he didn't have a choice, did he? He stepped outside into the dimming daylight and waved goodbye to Hiro who set off in the opposite direction to him. Suguru had stayed behind in order to play with the arrangement.
Shuichi meandered along and pulled out his cell phone, switching it on for the first time that day. After the sim-card loaded, the phone beeped, indicating a message. The young man quickly directed his attention to his Inbox and read the text message. His heart soared as he noted it was from Yuki, who rarely, if ever, sent text messages.
"Shuichi. I'm busy tonight; so don't come to my place. Call me later."
Shuichi's heart sank and for a fleeting moment he worried. Was Yuki already losing interest?
No, he thought positively, Yuki wouldn't. Couldn't. But his hope wavered and his good mood dissipated. He shuffled home, to find the apartment empty.
Tatsuha had gone out with Ayaka and Hijiri for the day, while Bad Luck was working.
Shuichi wished momentarily that he had told everyone about his reformed relationship with Yuki, because then he would have someone to help him get rid of his stupid worries. After all, they were stupid, right? * Yuki sat in the stunned silence of his apartment when the real worries began to hit him. Deep in his gut, he had a feeling what the girl said was true. She was willing to give proof; so she couldn't be lying…
Head resting in his palms, Yuki felt a mixture of fear and self hate run through his veins. If her proof was well…plausible proof, he'd have to break the news to Shuichi, and there was no way the other man would want anything to do with him, not when Yuki had a child to look after.
And that wasn't the only person he'd have to support, the girl was in hysterics over her family kicking her out. Strict and traditional; is all she had said.
Yuki groaned, having no idea what to do. He had turned Shuichi away for the night, leaving himself to the scrambled thoughts in his head.
With a sigh, he tilted his head back and decided a course of action. First, he would have a drink to attempt and clear his thoughts. He wouldn't let Shuichi know, not yet. There would be a time for that. And in the end, the way things go would be Shuichi's decision.
Yes, that sounded reasonable; Yuki only cared about Shuichi, not the idiot girl he had a pointless relationship with or the possible child that was his. All that mattered was Shuichi. * Days passed and everything on the Yuki front was quiet. Shuichi had not seen the man for three days and his guts were slowly turning into knots of worry. Had he made some stupid, irreparable mistake to make the blonde hate him, forever? He wished desperately for someone to talk to…but worried over telling anyone of his secret relationship.
Currently, he sat on his couch, staring blankly at the equally blank walls. Faintly through his daydream haze he could hear Tatsuha and Ryuichi chattering away over what colour was best suited to coat Shuichi's apartment in. Taking the task to decorate upon themselves (and making sure Shuichi helped) they were now bickering over paints.
'Kumagorou likes the pink no da. It should be pink. Shuichi's hair is pink. And some blue to match his eyes!' Ryuichi poked his tongue out at Tatsuha.
Tatsuha gritted his teeth and selected another colour card. 'I think a green would be good.'
'PINK PINK PINK! Shu-chaaaaaan, pink ne?'
'Huh?'
Shuichi was confronted with Ryuichi's pleading face. 'Shu-chan's not listening to me!'
Snapped violently out of his daze, Shuichi looked from Ryuichi to Tatsuha. 'Urm…sorry, what are you talking about?'
The two men looked at each other for a moment, before Ryuichi pounced upon Shuichi. Held in Ryuichi's vice like grip, Shuichi squirmed as Tatsuha tickled him.
'STOP…sTOP!!!' He rasped, wriggling to get free.
'Nuuuu, Shuichi's gotta promise to listen!'
'Okay…' Shuichi gasped in air, 'I-I-promise…just STOP.'
The attack stopped and Shuichi stared at his two friends. 'Okay, okay, I'll pay attention.'
'Good. Now, what do you prefer, the pink or the green?' * A week later, Yuki had heard nothing from the girl and his nerves began to relax. He was exhausted from worrying and cutting himself off from Shuichi had been hell.
It to be a bluff, this whole father thing, surely? She would've come back sooner.
Yuki picked up his cell phone, but hesitated…Shuichi would probably hate him now. But he needed to see him, explain the situation…he pressed the two on the keypad, the speed dial for Shuichi. Too his surprise the young man was all to eager to come and see him and in no time at all, the bundle of pink haired energy was in his apartment.
'Yuki! I've been worried! Were you ill? Why didn't you call me? You told me not call you just in case…but you're so mean!'
All thoughts of telling Shuichi why he hadn't seen him flew out of Yuki's head, as he became consumed with the mere presences of the Bad Luck vocalist.
'Shuichi…I'm sorry.'
Before the other man could respond, Yuki's lips met Shuichi's and all matters of the short separation were forgotten in the simple show of passion.
It was much later when the two disentangled from each other, much to Yuki's disgruntlement.
'Yu~ki, how am I supposed to leave if you keep taking off the clothes I put on,' Shuichi attempted to free his wrist from Yuki's grip while putting his t-shirt back on for the fifth time as well as trying to look for his long ago discarded jeans.
'Shu, you keep trying to run away when you shouldn't.'
Sighing the other man allowed himself to be drawn towards his lover.
'You're to persistent Yuki.'
Too Shuichi's shock Yuki almost pouted.
'I'm just possessive with my Shu-chan, who wants to run away and spend time with my brother.'
Yuki's hot breath was on Shuichi's neck, his tongue trailing little circles on the flesh there, elucidating a sharp shiver from within Shuichi. Yuki pulled away, a smirk on his face.
'You're so cruel, Yuki,' Shuichi pouted, leant forward and delivered a quick kiss. 'You know I can't stay. I have to buy paint to decorate the apartment.'
'Fine. Leave me,' Yuki teased, poking Shuichi.
'I don't want to go,' Shuichi whined, 'but I have to. After buying paint, I have to go to dinner with Hiro and Ayaka, who finally got a babysitter for Hijiri.'
After a dozen more distractions to attempt and make him stay, Shuichi was out of the door, practically skipping down the halls, so happy his heels barely touched the floor. Everything was fine with Yuki.
At the doors to the building, he noticed the girl he had bumped into last time.
'Hi,' he smiled as he passed her, but she either blanked him or didn't hear him.
Shrugging he went to buy the paints he had been ordered to purchase. *** Yuki watched the boy sleep, riddled with fever. He sighed, Shuichi had been ill for a little over a week now, to much hard work and worry, leaving the twenty-one year old susceptible to a nasty flu virus.
Yuki felt guilty, and had felt more so after Hiroshi's rant towards him. Yuki was at fault, causing Shuichi to worry and panic as Yuki had been away for a weekend with an old female friend.
With another heavy sigh he swept back Shuichi's sweat clogged bangs and laid a kiss on his forehead.
Why was the young man always so insecure in their relationship? Worrying over the slightest things?
But, Yuki reasoned, he could barely blame him. It wasn't like the blonde ever showed the affection Shuichi needed to see.
'You're so stupid,' Yuki stated to the unconscious form beside him, 'I shouldn't need to tell you that I'd never leave you, not for another man. Not for a woman. I love you, you fool.'
But of course, these tender words were lost on the sleeping Shuichi. *** Yuki opened the door expecting to see Tohma or someone equally annoying. Wishing he had stuck to his guns and left the door shut, he stared at Amaya Kaori coldly.
'Amaya.'
'Y-Yuki-sama,' she didn't make eye contact. 'May I-' she shuffled on her feet, 'come in please?'
He didn't want her in his apartment, but he let in unsure why did. He went into the living room and sat on the couch, leaving her standing.
Without a word, she handed him a document, which he looked over. Her proof. So it was true after all. He felt physically sick and disgusted. Everything was ruined now.
Shit.
'I'll leave you to think, Yuki-sama. I just…I…please help.'
He said nothing.
The girl sobbed, and suddenly teetered and dropped to the floor, unconscious.
Worried she was injured or dead, Yuki got up to check if she was okay. She was so pale, dark blemishes under her eyes and her skin stretched taut over the strong bones in her face.
'Stupid girl.'
It was no wonder she had passed out. He picked her up and laid her on the couch. Looking at her, he hated her. She was going to spoil his relationship with Shuichi, the only thing that mattered to him in the world, and shatter his last ounce of happiness.
'Bitch.'
He would have to tell Shuichi, he would let Shuichi decide what was to be the fate of their relationship. * Paint dripped through his hair, and array of blues, pinks and greens were smudged on his face and overalls. And so far the three men had achieved the total of one wall painted.
Shuichi had no idea how any of them were covered in pink and green as the paint as neither colour had been used.
'Ah, I'm beat,' Tatsuha stretched out on the couch.
'Kumagorou's hungry na no da.'
Shuichi laughed; 'Sorry Kumagorou, there's no food here.'
'Kuma and Ryu-chan will go shopping then!' Ryuichi waved a fist in the air.
Tatsuha jumped up, spotting a chance to be alone with his idol. 'I'll go too!'
Ryuichi turned to Shuichi; 'Shu-chan is coming?'
'No, Sakuma-san, I'll stay and paint. Just get me some pocky!'
Ryuichi pouted but eventually bundled Tatsuha out of the apartment with great enthusiasm.
Shuichi stood in silence for a while before putting on a CD his sister had given him. An English band, called Good Charlotte. He hummed along to the tune as he began painting the second wall. He didn't notice Yuki standing in the doorway, the door left open from Tatsuha and Ryuichi's exit. He was just singing along to the chorus of Boys&Girls when he spotted his lover.
'YUKI!' he glomped the older man.
He may of only seen the blonde the day before, but had missed him greatly in that short space of time. It was also a shock too see Yuki at his own apartment.
Yuki didn't reciprocate the hug, so Shuichi backed off, worried. 'Yuki?'
There was a grim expression of the beautiful face. Shuichi's heart weighted down.
'Shu…we need to talk.'
Shuichi nodded and waited for Yuki to break his heart by pushing him away again.
'When…I…when we were apart…well, I slept with people. And a girl…' Shuichi looked up sharply, staring at Yuki.
'She's pregnant with my child.'
Shuichi's eyes widened, 'Yuki…'
'Shuichi,' eyes earnest he stared at the younger man, 'I--its your choice.'
'What?'
'What your going to do. I won't make you stay with me, or try to sort things out if you don't want to.'
In disbelief, Shuichi said something he would regret the rest of his life.
'You should do the right thing.'
'The right thing?'
He nodded.
"Yuki…will the right thing for you to be to stay with me?"
Yuki's face crumpled. 'Then, Shuichi…I don't know. I---'
'You should do what you think is right, Yuki,' Shuichi turned away, his heart hammering.
'Then I can't be with you. It won't be fair.'
There was a deafening silence, and Shuichi's world melted. He didn't notice Yuki leave…or the fact that his knees gave out or that he was sobbing. To Be Continued… Footnotes: Sorry for the long wait. Sorry for the crappy shortness. LWL is roughly finished now, about 2 more chapters left.
And I will update as soon as I can!
Notes: w00t, *glomps all readers* You guys rule =D Sorry for the long wait ^.^;
No beating me with a stick for this chapter (Vay has done that job well enough for j00). Yes; I know I am very evil.
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
"La li ho" = thoughts ---- Shuichi, amazingly, got to work before Suguru and Hiro. He entered the studio to find Kei and Sakano sitting and having a cup of tea in peace.
It felt odd to be back at work, but brilliantly uplifting. It really felt like nothing had changed in the past two years. He had never been apart from his Yuki.
He grinned widely and waved to Bad Luck's producer and manager. 'La li HO!'
'Ohayou, Shindou-kun,' Sakano bowed his head. 'You seem cheerful this morning.'
'Ahahahaha, its just so great to be back at work,' Shuichi beamed, semi-lying.
Kei looked inquisitively at Shuichi; 'You're early.' He said simply. Kei always said things so plainly.
Shuichi looked at the clock; 'Nope, Hiro and Suguru are just late~~' he said triumphantly, making himself some tea and sitting on a stool.
He shifted uncomfortably on his seat in the silence, as Kei and Sakano were quite happy to sit in silence and it was already driving him mad after a second or so.
Shuichi sat back and thought back over the past month, a small smile curling over his face.
Things; they were so much better. * Yuki sat in silence, watching the girl talk nervously. The words seemed to just fall out of her mouth with an awkward stutter, but they still had an awful heart stopping effect on Yuki.
Everything was going to fall apart again; the bliss of having Shuichi back was going to go and Shuichi would never want to see him again. Yuki couldn't keep this a secret; there was no way and he wouldn't want to anyway, it was too low down. It'd be like paying a whore off.
'Yuki-sama, don't you even remember me?' The girl, Amaya Kaori was her name, asked quietly. Her eyes were glistening with tears and she still wore a panicked look, the same one she had had on her face the whole time.
And there was a hint of…hope?
Yuki didn't quite trust her.
'Do you have any proof?' he asked coldly.
She nodded; her head bouncing back and forth at such a rate Yuki thought her head may simply roll off. 'I can get some, if you want it. But…Yuki-sama--'
He glared at her and she shrunk back into the wall she was standing by. Yuki refused to let her sit and act like his apartment was home.
'--I…I was hoping you'd take my word! Do you remember--'
'Do you honestly expect me to remember everyone I sleep with?' He kept his voice level, although all he really wanted to do was shout and boot the wretched girl out of his apartment.
She hung her head and said nothing.
'Get me proof. Then I'll believe you.'
'Yuki-sama, please. I swear, I am not lying. I'm so worried, my family…they'll disown me! Please, please…help.'
'Give me proof. I need to think. I don't trust you.'
She stared at him, almost in disbelief. Yuki felt anger run through his veins, did the stupid bitch honestly expect him to trust her?
Without another word, the girl left. Yuki couldn't hope that she wouldn't be back. Every part of his life was bad luck, and anything that was good was lost. * Shuichi had spent the day bouncing around the studio happily, trying out the new arrangement with Suguru and perfecting it, and just generally enjoying being with his friends. It seemed in the time he had gotten back together with Yuki, he had seen less of the people who he cared for most. But there was always a gnawing guilt eating away at him for keeping his relationship with Yuki secret this time.
But he didn't have a choice, did he? He stepped outside into the dimming daylight and waved goodbye to Hiro who set off in the opposite direction to him. Suguru had stayed behind in order to play with the arrangement.
Shuichi meandered along and pulled out his cell phone, switching it on for the first time that day. After the sim-card loaded, the phone beeped, indicating a message. The young man quickly directed his attention to his Inbox and read the text message. His heart soared as he noted it was from Yuki, who rarely, if ever, sent text messages.
"Shuichi. I'm busy tonight; so don't come to my place. Call me later."
Shuichi's heart sank and for a fleeting moment he worried. Was Yuki already losing interest?
No, he thought positively, Yuki wouldn't. Couldn't. But his hope wavered and his good mood dissipated. He shuffled home, to find the apartment empty.
Tatsuha had gone out with Ayaka and Hijiri for the day, while Bad Luck was working.
Shuichi wished momentarily that he had told everyone about his reformed relationship with Yuki, because then he would have someone to help him get rid of his stupid worries. After all, they were stupid, right? * Yuki sat in the stunned silence of his apartment when the real worries began to hit him. Deep in his gut, he had a feeling what the girl said was true. She was willing to give proof; so she couldn't be lying…
Head resting in his palms, Yuki felt a mixture of fear and self hate run through his veins. If her proof was well…plausible proof, he'd have to break the news to Shuichi, and there was no way the other man would want anything to do with him, not when Yuki had a child to look after.
And that wasn't the only person he'd have to support, the girl was in hysterics over her family kicking her out. Strict and traditional; is all she had said.
Yuki groaned, having no idea what to do. He had turned Shuichi away for the night, leaving himself to the scrambled thoughts in his head.
With a sigh, he tilted his head back and decided a course of action. First, he would have a drink to attempt and clear his thoughts. He wouldn't let Shuichi know, not yet. There would be a time for that. And in the end, the way things go would be Shuichi's decision.
Yes, that sounded reasonable; Yuki only cared about Shuichi, not the idiot girl he had a pointless relationship with or the possible child that was his. All that mattered was Shuichi. * Days passed and everything on the Yuki front was quiet. Shuichi had not seen the man for three days and his guts were slowly turning into knots of worry. Had he made some stupid, irreparable mistake to make the blonde hate him, forever? He wished desperately for someone to talk to…but worried over telling anyone of his secret relationship.
Currently, he sat on his couch, staring blankly at the equally blank walls. Faintly through his daydream haze he could hear Tatsuha and Ryuichi chattering away over what colour was best suited to coat Shuichi's apartment in. Taking the task to decorate upon themselves (and making sure Shuichi helped) they were now bickering over paints.
'Kumagorou likes the pink no da. It should be pink. Shuichi's hair is pink. And some blue to match his eyes!' Ryuichi poked his tongue out at Tatsuha.
Tatsuha gritted his teeth and selected another colour card. 'I think a green would be good.'
'PINK PINK PINK! Shu-chaaaaaan, pink ne?'
'Huh?'
Shuichi was confronted with Ryuichi's pleading face. 'Shu-chan's not listening to me!'
Snapped violently out of his daze, Shuichi looked from Ryuichi to Tatsuha. 'Urm…sorry, what are you talking about?'
The two men looked at each other for a moment, before Ryuichi pounced upon Shuichi. Held in Ryuichi's vice like grip, Shuichi squirmed as Tatsuha tickled him.
'STOP…sTOP!!!' He rasped, wriggling to get free.
'Nuuuu, Shuichi's gotta promise to listen!'
'Okay…' Shuichi gasped in air, 'I-I-promise…just STOP.'
The attack stopped and Shuichi stared at his two friends. 'Okay, okay, I'll pay attention.'
'Good. Now, what do you prefer, the pink or the green?' * A week later, Yuki had heard nothing from the girl and his nerves began to relax. He was exhausted from worrying and cutting himself off from Shuichi had been hell.
It to be a bluff, this whole father thing, surely? She would've come back sooner.
Yuki picked up his cell phone, but hesitated…Shuichi would probably hate him now. But he needed to see him, explain the situation…he pressed the two on the keypad, the speed dial for Shuichi. Too his surprise the young man was all to eager to come and see him and in no time at all, the bundle of pink haired energy was in his apartment.
'Yuki! I've been worried! Were you ill? Why didn't you call me? You told me not call you just in case…but you're so mean!'
All thoughts of telling Shuichi why he hadn't seen him flew out of Yuki's head, as he became consumed with the mere presences of the Bad Luck vocalist.
'Shuichi…I'm sorry.'
Before the other man could respond, Yuki's lips met Shuichi's and all matters of the short separation were forgotten in the simple show of passion.
It was much later when the two disentangled from each other, much to Yuki's disgruntlement.
'Yu~ki, how am I supposed to leave if you keep taking off the clothes I put on,' Shuichi attempted to free his wrist from Yuki's grip while putting his t-shirt back on for the fifth time as well as trying to look for his long ago discarded jeans.
'Shu, you keep trying to run away when you shouldn't.'
Sighing the other man allowed himself to be drawn towards his lover.
'You're to persistent Yuki.'
Too Shuichi's shock Yuki almost pouted.
'I'm just possessive with my Shu-chan, who wants to run away and spend time with my brother.'
Yuki's hot breath was on Shuichi's neck, his tongue trailing little circles on the flesh there, elucidating a sharp shiver from within Shuichi. Yuki pulled away, a smirk on his face.
'You're so cruel, Yuki,' Shuichi pouted, leant forward and delivered a quick kiss. 'You know I can't stay. I have to buy paint to decorate the apartment.'
'Fine. Leave me,' Yuki teased, poking Shuichi.
'I don't want to go,' Shuichi whined, 'but I have to. After buying paint, I have to go to dinner with Hiro and Ayaka, who finally got a babysitter for Hijiri.'
After a dozen more distractions to attempt and make him stay, Shuichi was out of the door, practically skipping down the halls, so happy his heels barely touched the floor. Everything was fine with Yuki.
At the doors to the building, he noticed the girl he had bumped into last time.
'Hi,' he smiled as he passed her, but she either blanked him or didn't hear him.
Shrugging he went to buy the paints he had been ordered to purchase. *** Yuki watched the boy sleep, riddled with fever. He sighed, Shuichi had been ill for a little over a week now, to much hard work and worry, leaving the twenty-one year old susceptible to a nasty flu virus.
Yuki felt guilty, and had felt more so after Hiroshi's rant towards him. Yuki was at fault, causing Shuichi to worry and panic as Yuki had been away for a weekend with an old female friend.
With another heavy sigh he swept back Shuichi's sweat clogged bangs and laid a kiss on his forehead.
Why was the young man always so insecure in their relationship? Worrying over the slightest things?
But, Yuki reasoned, he could barely blame him. It wasn't like the blonde ever showed the affection Shuichi needed to see.
'You're so stupid,' Yuki stated to the unconscious form beside him, 'I shouldn't need to tell you that I'd never leave you, not for another man. Not for a woman. I love you, you fool.'
But of course, these tender words were lost on the sleeping Shuichi. *** Yuki opened the door expecting to see Tohma or someone equally annoying. Wishing he had stuck to his guns and left the door shut, he stared at Amaya Kaori coldly.
'Amaya.'
'Y-Yuki-sama,' she didn't make eye contact. 'May I-' she shuffled on her feet, 'come in please?'
He didn't want her in his apartment, but he let in unsure why did. He went into the living room and sat on the couch, leaving her standing.
Without a word, she handed him a document, which he looked over. Her proof. So it was true after all. He felt physically sick and disgusted. Everything was ruined now.
Shit.
'I'll leave you to think, Yuki-sama. I just…I…please help.'
He said nothing.
The girl sobbed, and suddenly teetered and dropped to the floor, unconscious.
Worried she was injured or dead, Yuki got up to check if she was okay. She was so pale, dark blemishes under her eyes and her skin stretched taut over the strong bones in her face.
'Stupid girl.'
It was no wonder she had passed out. He picked her up and laid her on the couch. Looking at her, he hated her. She was going to spoil his relationship with Shuichi, the only thing that mattered to him in the world, and shatter his last ounce of happiness.
'Bitch.'
He would have to tell Shuichi, he would let Shuichi decide what was to be the fate of their relationship. * Paint dripped through his hair, and array of blues, pinks and greens were smudged on his face and overalls. And so far the three men had achieved the total of one wall painted.
Shuichi had no idea how any of them were covered in pink and green as the paint as neither colour had been used.
'Ah, I'm beat,' Tatsuha stretched out on the couch.
'Kumagorou's hungry na no da.'
Shuichi laughed; 'Sorry Kumagorou, there's no food here.'
'Kuma and Ryu-chan will go shopping then!' Ryuichi waved a fist in the air.
Tatsuha jumped up, spotting a chance to be alone with his idol. 'I'll go too!'
Ryuichi turned to Shuichi; 'Shu-chan is coming?'
'No, Sakuma-san, I'll stay and paint. Just get me some pocky!'
Ryuichi pouted but eventually bundled Tatsuha out of the apartment with great enthusiasm.
Shuichi stood in silence for a while before putting on a CD his sister had given him. An English band, called Good Charlotte. He hummed along to the tune as he began painting the second wall. He didn't notice Yuki standing in the doorway, the door left open from Tatsuha and Ryuichi's exit. He was just singing along to the chorus of Boys&Girls when he spotted his lover.
'YUKI!' he glomped the older man.
He may of only seen the blonde the day before, but had missed him greatly in that short space of time. It was also a shock too see Yuki at his own apartment.
Yuki didn't reciprocate the hug, so Shuichi backed off, worried. 'Yuki?'
There was a grim expression of the beautiful face. Shuichi's heart weighted down.
'Shu…we need to talk.'
Shuichi nodded and waited for Yuki to break his heart by pushing him away again.
'When…I…when we were apart…well, I slept with people. And a girl…' Shuichi looked up sharply, staring at Yuki.
'She's pregnant with my child.'
Shuichi's eyes widened, 'Yuki…'
'Shuichi,' eyes earnest he stared at the younger man, 'I--its your choice.'
'What?'
'What your going to do. I won't make you stay with me, or try to sort things out if you don't want to.'
In disbelief, Shuichi said something he would regret the rest of his life.
'You should do the right thing.'
'The right thing?'
He nodded.
"Yuki…will the right thing for you to be to stay with me?"
Yuki's face crumpled. 'Then, Shuichi…I don't know. I---'
'You should do what you think is right, Yuki,' Shuichi turned away, his heart hammering.
'Then I can't be with you. It won't be fair.'
There was a deafening silence, and Shuichi's world melted. He didn't notice Yuki leave…or the fact that his knees gave out or that he was sobbing. To Be Continued… Footnotes: Sorry for the long wait. Sorry for the crappy shortness. LWL is roughly finished now, about 2 more chapters left.
And I will update as soon as I can!
