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WARNING: Shounen-ai. This means maleXmale partnerships. Blah, go away if you're not of the liking. Angst! Mwahaha...and possibly *gasp* a happy ending? o.o Key-desu!
'…' = Speech
blahblah = flash back
"La li ho" = thoughts --- Shuichi stared blankly at the phone on the bedside table after hanging up on Maiko. He felt numb, and had no real clue why he had called her. She wouldn't come after him, would she?
Would she tell everyone what had been happening?
He shrugged; got off the bed and began to pace around the room, filled with restlessness. His stomach growled, informing him he needed food, having not eaten since breakfast, but he ignored the aching hunger. He didn't want to go out, nor did he want to order room service. He flopped back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
"I can't sit here forever," he reasoned, spotting a patch of darker paint on the ceiling that looked incredibly like Hiro. He titled his head slightly to look at it, grew bored and instead sighed and sat up.
He was tired, hungry and heartbroken, currently at a loss of what to do. He rested his head in his hands and breathed in deeply, his eyes drooping.
Shuichi yawned and flopped back onto his bed again, and curled up. Within seconds, he fell into a nightmare-tortured sleep. * She stood staring up at the hotel. He had lied about his name; she was sure of it. Fangirl-ish glee resided within her heart; she knew that that man she had seen today was Shindou Shuichi, her idol and love of her life. And now she had to meet him. She would meet him; it was just a point of when, because there was no security swarming over the Bad Luck vocalist.
She frowned; she had to admit that was kind of odd. That, and the fact that he had come to Yokohama by train, with nobody else.
He had looked so downhearted.
She balled her fists and set her face determinedly, her watery blue eyes glinting.
She wanted to put a smile back on the singers face. * The sleek black car cruised at high speed through the little amount of traffic. Yuki was tense as he sat in the drivers seat, thoughts whizzing through his mind a mile a minute. Yuki had never been one to dwell on things, and these constant hammering thoughts were driving him crazy.
'Will Shuichi want me back?' he murmured to himself, shifting a gear as he swung over into the next lane, barely missing a car to his left and not even noticing.
It was late; roughly eleven pm by the time Yuki reached Yokohama. He pulled up neatly into Yokohama Garden Hotels parking bay as a valet ran up to him. Figuring it was best to sleep for the night, in order to make an early start searching for Shuichi, he checked into the hotel.
Yuki sat on the edge of the bed in the small, yet cosy room. He rested his head in his hands and sighed.
He didn't sleep at all. * Shuichi woke with a start the following morning, his heart hammering madly against his ribcage. He blinked away the sleep, and looked around the room warily, confused about where he was. In an instant, everything came flooding back causing Shuichi to flinch and drop back heavily on his pillow, wishing for it all to go away.
After just staring at the ceiling for half an hour, the young man eventually pulled himself heavily off the bed.
His stomach grumbled loudly, reminding him of how hungry he was. With a sigh, he grabbed his bag and pulled out a change of clothes, heading towards the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, he left his room in search of somewhere to get breakfast. Shuichi's eyes were on his feet as he walked; mind off in turmoil and paying no attention to where he was going or what he was doing. Loud music pounded into Shuichi's ears, via his mini-disc player, even though he barely registered what was playing. A Nittle Grasper song maybe, or something his sister had forced him to listen too.
He exited the hotel and turned right, away from the direction he had come from the previous night. He managed to weave his way through clusters of school-going children and the early morning traffic without running into anyone. He wandered into a small convenience store and bought some food to take back to his hotel room.
He ignored the staring eyes, and hushed whispering.
'Is that Shindou-san?'
'What, you mean the guy from Bad Luck?'
'Do you think it is?'
'Ask him!'
'No! I'm too shy, you do it!'
And so on.
Walking back to the Chatelet Inn, Shuichi nibbled on some pocky, wondering what everyone else was doing. He had concluded that Maiko had probably told everyone now and that they had either decided to leave him be or come look for him. He hoped it was the former; he didn't want to deal with his little sister and friends.
'OW!'
'Oh god! I'm so sorry!' A girl pulled back rubbing her head, mirroring Shuichi's movements.
Shuichi tenderly rubbed the forming bump on his head. He hadn't even noticed the girl walking towards him.
'No, no. I'm sorry. I should have been paying attention.' The girl smiled timidly and shook her head. 'We both should have been paying attention,' she suggested.
'A…un…maybe.'
He looked around warily. His attention snapped back on the girl as he felt her gaze on him.
'I'm sorry Shindou-san…' she said.
'Eh? Oh its—o--, damn.'
'Aha! I knew it, you are Shindou Shuichi!'
A few people turned their heads at this but Shuichi pulled the girl away from the main flow of people.
'Hey, look. Please keep your voice down.'
'Is the rest of Bad Luck with you? Ohhhh! I wanna meet Suguru!'
Shuichi raised an eyebrow but stopped himself from saying anything and looked deeply into the girl's watery blue eyes.
'Look, please don't tell anyone you know I'm well…me! I don't want people to know where I am.'
The girl looked uncertain. 'Why?' she asked slowly.
'Because…hey! It's not really any of your business. Just…please?'
'What will you give me in return?'
'What?'
'If I keep the secret and let you go on pretending to be whoever you are pretending to be, what do I get in return? Seems like you're the only gaining here, babes.'
'Urm…my complete utter gratitude?'
'Hmph.'
'Urm…' 'I know….' She said slowly, in a voice that scared Shuichi to the core.
'What?' he asked nervously.
'A date.'
Gulp. 'Date?'
'You and me. Tonight. Don't argue, or I'll scream like a fangirl.'
'Oh god! Please don't do that!'
'Agree then, and I promise I won't.'
Shuichi was torn. He was in Yokohama to get away from everything, to get away from love and lust and everything else that had come crashing down around him after Yuki had left him again. Did he want to agree? Or did he want to be bombarded with rabid fangirls and boys, ripping him apart?
It was an easy decision to make, really.
'Okay,' he sighed. 'I'll go with you.'
'Yay! Movie and dinner, then your free. You pay, you're famous, and you must be loaded. I'll meet you at your hotel at eight. Ja ne!'
She skipped off down the street and Shuichi was left with the feeling that the whole thing had been planned. * Yuki had spent the whole day walking around Yokohama, and had yet to see a dash of pink hair. Well, there had been one incident and he would never quite understand why a woman that age would want her hair like that…He shuddered. Next time, he would double check before acting…he wasn't going to go there.
Not that there was anything wrong with old people it was just…they weren't Shuichi! There was only one Shuichi.
He shook his head and sat down on a nearby bench, sighing desolately.
'I'm like a love sick fool,' he grumbled. 'Like one of the idiots in my books.'
"Hahah, welcome to reality of love."
Oh shut up.
"You come all the way here to look for him, proving you really are a love sick fool."
'I'm here because I need to prove I won't break his heart and assure I can keep him…' he grumbled aloud, attempting to quiet his thoughts.
"Love sick foooooooool!" Sadly, Yuki could almost imagine little thought him dancing around singing this.
'I'm going mad.'
Why did Shuichi have the ability to do this to him? And the brat wasn't even there!
Pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, he decided that he would sit here and think for a while before continuing his search. * Shuichi walked out of the movie theatre, fangirl clinging to his arm.
'Shuichi.'
'What?'
'Lets go there to eat!' the girl, whose name was Heather, pointed to an overly expensive looking western food restaurant.
'Okay, sure, fine. Whatever.'
'Geez, be a bit more enthusiastic about your date with a sexy looking girl would ya?'
'Look Avery-san…'
'Heather.'
'Heather…'
'Thank you!'
'Heather, I'm not really in the mood for a date.'
'Why?'
'Because…'
'Because?'
Shuichi felt like slapping the girl, she was the epitome of annoying fangirls everywhere. Why did he have to be discovered by an annoying fangirl?
'I'm here to have a break from it all. Not date, I've just had a tough break up.'
'Ooooo? It wasn't in the gossip magazines. Who were you dating?'
"Oh, what the Hell? Tell her, she'll never shut up otherwise."
'Yuki Eiri.'
The girl emitted a high-pitched squeal. 'No fucking way!'
He stared at her.
'Oh god, that's HUGE! I was rooting for your relationship when it first became public. You two rocked together.'
'Heh…we did?'
'Yeah! So cute!'
'Urm…thanks.'
'Ehehe, this is great. No wait. Why'd you break up again?'
'Uh, it doesn't really matter.'
The two entered the restaurant, which was partially empty getting them a table as soon as they entered.
'Wow…this place is pricey,' Heather said, receiving a menu.
Shuichi stared at her wide-eyed. 'You have expensive taste…' he grumbled.
'We don't have to have dinner if you don't want to. Personally, I feel bad now. I'm sorry for forcing myself on you like this. I had this all planned, I've idolised you from the start. Plus, you're hot.'
"She rambles a lot…doesn't she?"
'Well, of course I didn't realise why you were so unhappy.'v 'Eh?' Shuichi stared at her.
'Don't you remember me? The girl from the train. I followed you…'
'Crazy stalker girl?'
'Uh…well, I wouldn't say that.'
The first round of drinks arrived and the two launched a huge conversation. * Maiko paced Shuichi's apartment. 'Why aren't they back yet?'v Tatsuha looked at her glumly, an arm wrapped supportively around a sleeping Ryuichi's shoulders. They were the only three left.
'Maiko, stop saying that and tell me who they are!'
'It doesn't matter!' the woman snapped.
'Well, stop pacing at least! Go home…spend some time with that boyfriend of yours. Your brothers problems cannot be yours all the time.'
'You don't understand. I've potentially set up a disaster…or a happy re-union.'
'Eh?'
'Your brother! And my brother! God, I thought you'd get it. That's the only way to make Onii-chan return happily and safely, getting those two to repair the damage done. Again! God, men are such idiots.'
Tatsuha just stared at her confused. * Time had passed and Shuichi was beginning to feel tipsy.
'I mean…its not like I mind the fact that Yuki slept with someone else. We weren't together but he chose the bitch over me. He didn't need to. Has he ever heard of child benefits?'
Heather nodded eagerly. 'Uhmmmm, men are idiots sometimes. But I suppose he felt it would cause the least damage.'
'Well, it didn't!' Shuichi slammed a fist down. 'He hurt me. And I can't hate him. Damned bastard. All I can do is love him more!'
Shuichi stopped his rant and looked at the girl opposite him, eyes sombre. 'Its not like I would have cared that he was a daddy!'
'It wouldn't have affected your relationship, would it?'
'Hell no! The weekend visits would have been cool! Hey, maybe…'
'Eh?'
'Being a mommy wouldn't be so bad. Do you think I'd make a good mommy?'
'I think you'd make a good mommy.'
'Good. I'm gonna tell Yuki that!'
Slamming some yen down onto the table, not caring how much it was, Shuichi got up and began to walk out of the restaurant.
'Shindou-san! Wait for me…' Heather caught up with him. 'I'll walk you back to your hotel.'
The two walked in silence, reaching the Chatelet Inn in a surprisingly short amount of time.
'Urm…Heather.'
'Yes?'
Shuichi wobbled slightly on his feet, drink intoxicating his system.
'Thank you…for tonight. For helping me realise I need Yuki.'
'No problem.'
Shuichi lent over and kissed the girl softly on the cheek.
'Good night.'
'Good night, Shindou-san.'
The two parted. * Yuki walked down the road, figuring he'd try and look in hotels. Seeing as there were only two to choose from, he decided to try out the Chatelet Inn before returning to Yokohama Garden.
He pulled a cigarette out and lit it, turning to corner to the Inn.
A dash of pink caught his eye. He looked closer. The clothes, they were Shuichi's. His heart skipped a beat and he walked faster.
But who was that with the man?
A young girl, dressed in a short skirt and a skimpy top. Shuichi was leaning in towards the girl.
Yuki stopped and stared. From the angle he was at, it appeared as though Shuichi were kissing the girl full frontal.
The cigarette dropped from Yuki's mouth, the man felt a sharp pain in his chest. Ignoring it and attempting to remain calm, he turned and walked back the way he had came. * Shuichi arrived back in Tokyo several days later. He hadn't wanted to go straight back home; still unsure of what he wanted to do. He wanted Yuki back; he wanted to tell Yuki that even if he had a child he didn't care. And he wanted to prevent the possibility of being shot down for as long as possible, after all, he wasn't even sure what Yuki would want in return.
He sighed and got off the train, stepping onto the platform.
Exiting from the train station, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty about not telling anyone of his return and for running away in the first place.
He looked up to the sky. 'What do I want to do first?' he murmured to the clouds. Go home? Or go straight to Yuki's? His first instinct was to go home, but he knew that by doing that it would make seeing Yuki harder later. Mind made up he started on his way to Yuki's apartment block, walking at a fast pace out of nerves.
"Why am I so nervous? What will Yuki say? The worst he can do is tell me to get lost and he's done that so many times before, it should matter! Why is this so different?"
Lost in thought he barely realised that he was suddenly standing in front of the door to Yuki's apartment.
Shuichi stared at the plain wooden door apprehensively, hesitation before he knocked. There was no answer.
'Ooo, anytime apart from this! Why are you out now?!'
Angrily he knocked again and again. There was a sound of movement inside and Shuichi's heart picked up pace.
'YUKI!'
A thud from inside.
'Yuki?' Shuichi pounded on the door. 'Dammit. I know you're in there. Please open the door!'
He took a step back, aiming to run into the door and throw his full weight against it in order to either get the inhabitants attention or do himself some serious damage (not that he knew the latter). He fell forward just as the door opened and landed on top of a certain blonde writer.
'What the hell do you want?' was the cold greeting he got.
'I-ah-'
'Go away.'
Yuki pushed him off and got up. Shuichi cringed but reached out and grabbed Yuki's shirtsleeve.
'Yuki…please. Listen.'
Silence.
'I-ah…I went away…after you told me what you were going to do. But someone helped me realise this; I don't care whether you're a father or not. I want to be with you. Hell, you could into spanking and bondage but I'd still love you. Well, actually I'd also find that pretty kinky…but I'm sidetracking.'
Yuki stared down at him, and Shuichi hoped the resistance was wavering…or he wouldn't know what to do.
'You could be anything, but you'd still be you and that's the only thing I want in this world.'
Yuki snorted and Shuichi looked at him, confused.
'What about your little girlfriend in Yokohama?'
'Eh?'
'The girl you were kissing?'
'Eh? Eh? Wha---ooooh.'
'Ooooh, indeed?'
'You mean HEATHER?' Shuichi stood up, and looked Yuki directly in the eye as best he could, being an inch or so shorter than the other man still. 'You saw that? Yuki…you…MAIKO! I'm gonna kill my sister!'
'She was only doing what she thought was best. You proved she didn't need to.' Yuki walked away.
'Yuki! Please. Listen. She's a fangirl. She tricked me into that date, she's the one who helped me realise what I wanted!'
'After you slept with her?'
'It was an innocent kiss on the cheek, you selfish bastard!' Shuichi lost his temper, 'you made a girl pregnant! Who the hell are you to talk? And if you hadn't of done that, I wouldn't have been trapped by some rabid fangirl into going on a pointlessly expensive date! So don't get self righteous on me!' Shuichi stormed into the living room where Yuki was staring at him astounded.
'It wasn't my child.'
Shuichi stopped. 'Eh?'
'We went through all that for nothing.'
'You mean?'
'I went to Yokohama…to get you back. I thought you'd gotten over me when I saw you with that girl.'
'Yuki…'
'Do you still want me?'
Shuichi bounded across the room towards Yuki and knocked the man over on his back for the second time that day. 'I thought you were the intelligent one. Like it or not; you're stuck with me from now on. I'm not leaving you for as long as I live!' The End Footnotes: Finally over, ne? Hope you enjoyed…if you did, review! See if you can be my 100th reviewer (the first ever. In fact, 100 reviews would probably kill me…O.O…so, maybe not a good idea.) Thank you to everybody who read, and enjoyed. And to those who didn't, thank you for no flames. *huggles all*
I apologise profusely for the crappiness of the ending. I cannot write endings…I hate finishing things -.-
Dedication: Vay, this fic is officially dedicated to you because you made me write, gave me ideas (maybe without even knowing) and threatened me into giving this fic a happy ending. =P
Notes: *dances* Lufferly reviewers! *glomps all* Thank you!!!! Well this should be the final chapter; I hope o.O. Enjoy!
WARNING: Shounen-ai. This means maleXmale partnerships. Blah, go away if you're not of the liking. Angst! Mwahaha...and possibly *gasp* a happy ending? o.o Key-desu!
'…' = Speech
blahblah = flash back
"La li ho" = thoughts --- Shuichi stared blankly at the phone on the bedside table after hanging up on Maiko. He felt numb, and had no real clue why he had called her. She wouldn't come after him, would she?
Would she tell everyone what had been happening?
He shrugged; got off the bed and began to pace around the room, filled with restlessness. His stomach growled, informing him he needed food, having not eaten since breakfast, but he ignored the aching hunger. He didn't want to go out, nor did he want to order room service. He flopped back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
"I can't sit here forever," he reasoned, spotting a patch of darker paint on the ceiling that looked incredibly like Hiro. He titled his head slightly to look at it, grew bored and instead sighed and sat up.
He was tired, hungry and heartbroken, currently at a loss of what to do. He rested his head in his hands and breathed in deeply, his eyes drooping.
Shuichi yawned and flopped back onto his bed again, and curled up. Within seconds, he fell into a nightmare-tortured sleep. * She stood staring up at the hotel. He had lied about his name; she was sure of it. Fangirl-ish glee resided within her heart; she knew that that man she had seen today was Shindou Shuichi, her idol and love of her life. And now she had to meet him. She would meet him; it was just a point of when, because there was no security swarming over the Bad Luck vocalist.
She frowned; she had to admit that was kind of odd. That, and the fact that he had come to Yokohama by train, with nobody else.
He had looked so downhearted.
She balled her fists and set her face determinedly, her watery blue eyes glinting.
She wanted to put a smile back on the singers face. * The sleek black car cruised at high speed through the little amount of traffic. Yuki was tense as he sat in the drivers seat, thoughts whizzing through his mind a mile a minute. Yuki had never been one to dwell on things, and these constant hammering thoughts were driving him crazy.
'Will Shuichi want me back?' he murmured to himself, shifting a gear as he swung over into the next lane, barely missing a car to his left and not even noticing.
It was late; roughly eleven pm by the time Yuki reached Yokohama. He pulled up neatly into Yokohama Garden Hotels parking bay as a valet ran up to him. Figuring it was best to sleep for the night, in order to make an early start searching for Shuichi, he checked into the hotel.
Yuki sat on the edge of the bed in the small, yet cosy room. He rested his head in his hands and sighed.
He didn't sleep at all. * Shuichi woke with a start the following morning, his heart hammering madly against his ribcage. He blinked away the sleep, and looked around the room warily, confused about where he was. In an instant, everything came flooding back causing Shuichi to flinch and drop back heavily on his pillow, wishing for it all to go away.
After just staring at the ceiling for half an hour, the young man eventually pulled himself heavily off the bed.
His stomach grumbled loudly, reminding him of how hungry he was. With a sigh, he grabbed his bag and pulled out a change of clothes, heading towards the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, he left his room in search of somewhere to get breakfast. Shuichi's eyes were on his feet as he walked; mind off in turmoil and paying no attention to where he was going or what he was doing. Loud music pounded into Shuichi's ears, via his mini-disc player, even though he barely registered what was playing. A Nittle Grasper song maybe, or something his sister had forced him to listen too.
He exited the hotel and turned right, away from the direction he had come from the previous night. He managed to weave his way through clusters of school-going children and the early morning traffic without running into anyone. He wandered into a small convenience store and bought some food to take back to his hotel room.
He ignored the staring eyes, and hushed whispering.
'Is that Shindou-san?'
'What, you mean the guy from Bad Luck?'
'Do you think it is?'
'Ask him!'
'No! I'm too shy, you do it!'
And so on.
Walking back to the Chatelet Inn, Shuichi nibbled on some pocky, wondering what everyone else was doing. He had concluded that Maiko had probably told everyone now and that they had either decided to leave him be or come look for him. He hoped it was the former; he didn't want to deal with his little sister and friends.
'OW!'
'Oh god! I'm so sorry!' A girl pulled back rubbing her head, mirroring Shuichi's movements.
Shuichi tenderly rubbed the forming bump on his head. He hadn't even noticed the girl walking towards him.
'No, no. I'm sorry. I should have been paying attention.' The girl smiled timidly and shook her head. 'We both should have been paying attention,' she suggested.
'A…un…maybe.'
He looked around warily. His attention snapped back on the girl as he felt her gaze on him.
'I'm sorry Shindou-san…' she said.
'Eh? Oh its—o--, damn.'
'Aha! I knew it, you are Shindou Shuichi!'
A few people turned their heads at this but Shuichi pulled the girl away from the main flow of people.
'Hey, look. Please keep your voice down.'
'Is the rest of Bad Luck with you? Ohhhh! I wanna meet Suguru!'
Shuichi raised an eyebrow but stopped himself from saying anything and looked deeply into the girl's watery blue eyes.
'Look, please don't tell anyone you know I'm well…me! I don't want people to know where I am.'
The girl looked uncertain. 'Why?' she asked slowly.
'Because…hey! It's not really any of your business. Just…please?'
'What will you give me in return?'
'What?'
'If I keep the secret and let you go on pretending to be whoever you are pretending to be, what do I get in return? Seems like you're the only gaining here, babes.'
'Urm…my complete utter gratitude?'
'Hmph.'
'Urm…' 'I know….' She said slowly, in a voice that scared Shuichi to the core.
'What?' he asked nervously.
'A date.'
Gulp. 'Date?'
'You and me. Tonight. Don't argue, or I'll scream like a fangirl.'
'Oh god! Please don't do that!'
'Agree then, and I promise I won't.'
Shuichi was torn. He was in Yokohama to get away from everything, to get away from love and lust and everything else that had come crashing down around him after Yuki had left him again. Did he want to agree? Or did he want to be bombarded with rabid fangirls and boys, ripping him apart?
It was an easy decision to make, really.
'Okay,' he sighed. 'I'll go with you.'
'Yay! Movie and dinner, then your free. You pay, you're famous, and you must be loaded. I'll meet you at your hotel at eight. Ja ne!'
She skipped off down the street and Shuichi was left with the feeling that the whole thing had been planned. * Yuki had spent the whole day walking around Yokohama, and had yet to see a dash of pink hair. Well, there had been one incident and he would never quite understand why a woman that age would want her hair like that…He shuddered. Next time, he would double check before acting…he wasn't going to go there.
Not that there was anything wrong with old people it was just…they weren't Shuichi! There was only one Shuichi.
He shook his head and sat down on a nearby bench, sighing desolately.
'I'm like a love sick fool,' he grumbled. 'Like one of the idiots in my books.'
"Hahah, welcome to reality of love."
Oh shut up.
"You come all the way here to look for him, proving you really are a love sick fool."
'I'm here because I need to prove I won't break his heart and assure I can keep him…' he grumbled aloud, attempting to quiet his thoughts.
"Love sick foooooooool!" Sadly, Yuki could almost imagine little thought him dancing around singing this.
'I'm going mad.'
Why did Shuichi have the ability to do this to him? And the brat wasn't even there!
Pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, he decided that he would sit here and think for a while before continuing his search. * Shuichi walked out of the movie theatre, fangirl clinging to his arm.
'Shuichi.'
'What?'
'Lets go there to eat!' the girl, whose name was Heather, pointed to an overly expensive looking western food restaurant.
'Okay, sure, fine. Whatever.'
'Geez, be a bit more enthusiastic about your date with a sexy looking girl would ya?'
'Look Avery-san…'
'Heather.'
'Heather…'
'Thank you!'
'Heather, I'm not really in the mood for a date.'
'Why?'
'Because…'
'Because?'
Shuichi felt like slapping the girl, she was the epitome of annoying fangirls everywhere. Why did he have to be discovered by an annoying fangirl?
'I'm here to have a break from it all. Not date, I've just had a tough break up.'
'Ooooo? It wasn't in the gossip magazines. Who were you dating?'
"Oh, what the Hell? Tell her, she'll never shut up otherwise."
'Yuki Eiri.'
The girl emitted a high-pitched squeal. 'No fucking way!'
He stared at her.
'Oh god, that's HUGE! I was rooting for your relationship when it first became public. You two rocked together.'
'Heh…we did?'
'Yeah! So cute!'
'Urm…thanks.'
'Ehehe, this is great. No wait. Why'd you break up again?'
'Uh, it doesn't really matter.'
The two entered the restaurant, which was partially empty getting them a table as soon as they entered.
'Wow…this place is pricey,' Heather said, receiving a menu.
Shuichi stared at her wide-eyed. 'You have expensive taste…' he grumbled.
'We don't have to have dinner if you don't want to. Personally, I feel bad now. I'm sorry for forcing myself on you like this. I had this all planned, I've idolised you from the start. Plus, you're hot.'
"She rambles a lot…doesn't she?"
'Well, of course I didn't realise why you were so unhappy.'v 'Eh?' Shuichi stared at her.
'Don't you remember me? The girl from the train. I followed you…'
'Crazy stalker girl?'
'Uh…well, I wouldn't say that.'
The first round of drinks arrived and the two launched a huge conversation. * Maiko paced Shuichi's apartment. 'Why aren't they back yet?'v Tatsuha looked at her glumly, an arm wrapped supportively around a sleeping Ryuichi's shoulders. They were the only three left.
'Maiko, stop saying that and tell me who they are!'
'It doesn't matter!' the woman snapped.
'Well, stop pacing at least! Go home…spend some time with that boyfriend of yours. Your brothers problems cannot be yours all the time.'
'You don't understand. I've potentially set up a disaster…or a happy re-union.'
'Eh?'
'Your brother! And my brother! God, I thought you'd get it. That's the only way to make Onii-chan return happily and safely, getting those two to repair the damage done. Again! God, men are such idiots.'
Tatsuha just stared at her confused. * Time had passed and Shuichi was beginning to feel tipsy.
'I mean…its not like I mind the fact that Yuki slept with someone else. We weren't together but he chose the bitch over me. He didn't need to. Has he ever heard of child benefits?'
Heather nodded eagerly. 'Uhmmmm, men are idiots sometimes. But I suppose he felt it would cause the least damage.'
'Well, it didn't!' Shuichi slammed a fist down. 'He hurt me. And I can't hate him. Damned bastard. All I can do is love him more!'
Shuichi stopped his rant and looked at the girl opposite him, eyes sombre. 'Its not like I would have cared that he was a daddy!'
'It wouldn't have affected your relationship, would it?'
'Hell no! The weekend visits would have been cool! Hey, maybe…'
'Eh?'
'Being a mommy wouldn't be so bad. Do you think I'd make a good mommy?'
'I think you'd make a good mommy.'
'Good. I'm gonna tell Yuki that!'
Slamming some yen down onto the table, not caring how much it was, Shuichi got up and began to walk out of the restaurant.
'Shindou-san! Wait for me…' Heather caught up with him. 'I'll walk you back to your hotel.'
The two walked in silence, reaching the Chatelet Inn in a surprisingly short amount of time.
'Urm…Heather.'
'Yes?'
Shuichi wobbled slightly on his feet, drink intoxicating his system.
'Thank you…for tonight. For helping me realise I need Yuki.'
'No problem.'
Shuichi lent over and kissed the girl softly on the cheek.
'Good night.'
'Good night, Shindou-san.'
The two parted. * Yuki walked down the road, figuring he'd try and look in hotels. Seeing as there were only two to choose from, he decided to try out the Chatelet Inn before returning to Yokohama Garden.
He pulled a cigarette out and lit it, turning to corner to the Inn.
A dash of pink caught his eye. He looked closer. The clothes, they were Shuichi's. His heart skipped a beat and he walked faster.
But who was that with the man?
A young girl, dressed in a short skirt and a skimpy top. Shuichi was leaning in towards the girl.
Yuki stopped and stared. From the angle he was at, it appeared as though Shuichi were kissing the girl full frontal.
The cigarette dropped from Yuki's mouth, the man felt a sharp pain in his chest. Ignoring it and attempting to remain calm, he turned and walked back the way he had came. * Shuichi arrived back in Tokyo several days later. He hadn't wanted to go straight back home; still unsure of what he wanted to do. He wanted Yuki back; he wanted to tell Yuki that even if he had a child he didn't care. And he wanted to prevent the possibility of being shot down for as long as possible, after all, he wasn't even sure what Yuki would want in return.
He sighed and got off the train, stepping onto the platform.
Exiting from the train station, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty about not telling anyone of his return and for running away in the first place.
He looked up to the sky. 'What do I want to do first?' he murmured to the clouds. Go home? Or go straight to Yuki's? His first instinct was to go home, but he knew that by doing that it would make seeing Yuki harder later. Mind made up he started on his way to Yuki's apartment block, walking at a fast pace out of nerves.
"Why am I so nervous? What will Yuki say? The worst he can do is tell me to get lost and he's done that so many times before, it should matter! Why is this so different?"
Lost in thought he barely realised that he was suddenly standing in front of the door to Yuki's apartment.
Shuichi stared at the plain wooden door apprehensively, hesitation before he knocked. There was no answer.
'Ooo, anytime apart from this! Why are you out now?!'
Angrily he knocked again and again. There was a sound of movement inside and Shuichi's heart picked up pace.
'YUKI!'
A thud from inside.
'Yuki?' Shuichi pounded on the door. 'Dammit. I know you're in there. Please open the door!'
He took a step back, aiming to run into the door and throw his full weight against it in order to either get the inhabitants attention or do himself some serious damage (not that he knew the latter). He fell forward just as the door opened and landed on top of a certain blonde writer.
'What the hell do you want?' was the cold greeting he got.
'I-ah-'
'Go away.'
Yuki pushed him off and got up. Shuichi cringed but reached out and grabbed Yuki's shirtsleeve.
'Yuki…please. Listen.'
Silence.
'I-ah…I went away…after you told me what you were going to do. But someone helped me realise this; I don't care whether you're a father or not. I want to be with you. Hell, you could into spanking and bondage but I'd still love you. Well, actually I'd also find that pretty kinky…but I'm sidetracking.'
Yuki stared down at him, and Shuichi hoped the resistance was wavering…or he wouldn't know what to do.
'You could be anything, but you'd still be you and that's the only thing I want in this world.'
Yuki snorted and Shuichi looked at him, confused.
'What about your little girlfriend in Yokohama?'
'Eh?'
'The girl you were kissing?'
'Eh? Eh? Wha---ooooh.'
'Ooooh, indeed?'
'You mean HEATHER?' Shuichi stood up, and looked Yuki directly in the eye as best he could, being an inch or so shorter than the other man still. 'You saw that? Yuki…you…MAIKO! I'm gonna kill my sister!'
'She was only doing what she thought was best. You proved she didn't need to.' Yuki walked away.
'Yuki! Please. Listen. She's a fangirl. She tricked me into that date, she's the one who helped me realise what I wanted!'
'After you slept with her?'
'It was an innocent kiss on the cheek, you selfish bastard!' Shuichi lost his temper, 'you made a girl pregnant! Who the hell are you to talk? And if you hadn't of done that, I wouldn't have been trapped by some rabid fangirl into going on a pointlessly expensive date! So don't get self righteous on me!' Shuichi stormed into the living room where Yuki was staring at him astounded.
'It wasn't my child.'
Shuichi stopped. 'Eh?'
'We went through all that for nothing.'
'You mean?'
'I went to Yokohama…to get you back. I thought you'd gotten over me when I saw you with that girl.'
'Yuki…'
'Do you still want me?'
Shuichi bounded across the room towards Yuki and knocked the man over on his back for the second time that day. 'I thought you were the intelligent one. Like it or not; you're stuck with me from now on. I'm not leaving you for as long as I live!' The End Footnotes: Finally over, ne? Hope you enjoyed…if you did, review! See if you can be my 100th reviewer (the first ever. In fact, 100 reviews would probably kill me…O.O…so, maybe not a good idea.) Thank you to everybody who read, and enjoyed. And to those who didn't, thank you for no flames. *huggles all*
I apologise profusely for the crappiness of the ending. I cannot write endings…I hate finishing things -.-
Dedication: Vay, this fic is officially dedicated to you because you made me write, gave me ideas (maybe without even knowing) and threatened me into giving this fic a happy ending. =P
