Disclaimer: Gravitation belongs to Maki Murakami. Romancing Train is by Move.
Wrapped around your finger
By miyamoto yui
/"Romancing Train,
Bring all the pain
Tsukareta sono kokoro wo
Romancing Train, Whistle again...
Ai ga koko ni aru koto
(Bring all the tears and pain right now bring it out)
Nemuru made mimi moto de sasayaite ite..."/
Chapter 5 - Kuchibeni. (Lipstick.)
(Narrator)
As Shuichi walked back to his own apartment, he grabbed onto the clothes he was wearing. His hands shook and he felt incredibly guilty at what he had done.
He looked up to the sun that mockingly looked down at him and he ran as fast as he could. When he got home, he closed the door and pushed the knob.
Again, he grabbed his clothes and began to smell them.
"This is Sakuma Ryuichi's scent..." he mumbled to himself as he lifted his eyes while looking straight at the balcony before him.
Right then, he took off the sweatshirt and threw it to the wooden floor. He lifted his right arm and smelled himself.
He was enwrapped in Ryuichi's scent.
As he walked to the bath, he shook his head in confusion. He turned on the water, but when he took off his clothes, he almost didn't want to wash it off.
After all, it was his idol who had reached out for him.
His idol had bared his heart out to him.
Body and soul intact.
He could still feel Ryuichi's hands over his and the way he embraced him as if those hands were already imprinted all over his body claiming that he was his, and no longer Yuki's.
The awful part of it was that...
He liked the attention.
As his eyes closed, he opened them widely again. "Hiro..." he mumbled and the tiled bathroom echoed the name of his best friend.
He had to get back to Hiro and quickly. So, even though he was undecided, the only reason he took a bath was to wash away Ryuichi's scent.
To not make Hiro worry...
"I don't want to give you back this time." Hiro's voice was like a soft melody that comforted him.
For that particular moment, it was true.
He didn't want to.
But he left the shower door open to splash in puddles onto the bathroom floor. When he turned off the water, he grabbed a towel and looked at the mirror before him. The water dripped down to the drain of the tub.
The mirror was cloudy and he couldn't see himself. Maybe that was what was best at that moment.
Shuichi sighed and got out of the shower. After dressing up for the recording, he went to the hospital.
As Shuichi was going through the front door of the hospital, Suguru was leaving through the back door. Expecting Shuichi to come back that early in the morning, Suguru left involuntarily because he still wanted to remain by Hiro's side.
He was still unsure about how everyone would take it...
...especially Shuichi.
And so, he just left.
Certainly, he himself was scared about Hiro expecting Shuichi and he woke up to see him instead. He wouldn't be able to take it.
It didn't help that just a week ago, his cousin had stopped him from leaving his office. Suguru had just raised his hand to say goodbye when his cousin's feathered sleeve distracted him. Touma had stuck his hand out and shook his head. "No, you are not allowed to leave yet."
"No, seriously, I have to go," Suguru smiled as he scratched his head while his green shirt was sticking to his back because it was so hot.
"I knew I shouldn't have worn jeans. He teased me about that last time," he thought as he stood in the middle of the room with a worried expression.
Touma turned around and looked out the window and then looked back at him. With a smirk on his face, he asked, "How come you have not said anything to Hiro-san yet?"
Suguru's face fell as his eyes blinked rapidly in disbelief. He couldn't believe that his cousin was asking him this and he was turning red at the question.
He may have been a professional in the music world, but Suguru was just an ordinary boy when it came to things of the heart.
Trying to get out as soon as possible and not go around the subject because his cousin would tease him further if he did, he answered, "Nothing."
"Why?" Touma folded his arms as sat on his desk.
Suguru turned around and with a sad voice, he replied, "Because he likes someone else. Very much."
With that, he just left without Touma keeping him any further.
Touma knew too well the pain of that same situation...
Suguru went home to take a shower and fell asleep on his bed. When he fell back onto his bed, he thought of his words to Hiro.
"I'm such a coward," he scolded himself as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
--
Shuichi's heavy eyes wanted to close, but he wouldn't let them. For the first time in a long while, Shuichi looked tired. But his bright smile camouflaged his inner chaos.
He sat in the chair next to Hiro's bed, the one that Suguru had left just an hour ago.
But on his way to the hospital, Shuichi had received strange looks as he crossed town with a red kimono and his hair pinned back as best as could to look like a geisha's. He didn't wear a wig, so his pink hair shined in the sunlight as people looked at him in amazement and wonder.
Right now, his hair couldn't block his view of Hiro as he felt shame for what he had done and for what he was feeling. But, he kept on smiling as he reached out for Hiro's hand.
Rubbing his thumb on Hiro's hand, he felt the coldness of his best friend's skin.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled to himself, but he knew he couldn't be heard.
Hiro had been the one to save him...
Just like always...
Whether it was because he had to go to the studio or that he couldn't stand seeing Hiro as he was, Shuichi got up from his seat. At that moment, he leaned forward with loose strands of his hair touching Hiro's face. Shuichi's other hand ran through Hiro's brown hair to sweep it off his cheeks.
Shuichi then closed his eyes and kissed Hiro on the mouth. As he was taking out a tissue to pat the lipstick away, a tear had fallen on Hiro's lower lip.
He tried to stop crying and his eyes actually listened to him.
At that, he kissed Hiro again. Then, he turned around and held his head up.
Shuichi wasn't ashamed...
...and Hiro had the lipstick mark to prove it.
Tsuzuku...
--
Author's note: I had this concept of Shuichi as a geisha. Yes, I'm weird. Hope you're enjoying this as much as I am! ^_^
Translation:
"Romancing Train, Bring all the pain
Tsukareta sono kokoro wo - This tired heart
Romancing Train, Whistle again...
Ai ga koko ni aru koto - Love exists here.
(Bring all the tears and pain right now bring it out)
Nemuru made mimi moto de sasayaite ite..." - From sleep, listening even more carefully to the whispering...
Wrapped around your finger
By miyamoto yui
/"Romancing Train,
Bring all the pain
Tsukareta sono kokoro wo
Romancing Train, Whistle again...
Ai ga koko ni aru koto
(Bring all the tears and pain right now bring it out)
Nemuru made mimi moto de sasayaite ite..."/
Chapter 5 - Kuchibeni. (Lipstick.)
(Narrator)
As Shuichi walked back to his own apartment, he grabbed onto the clothes he was wearing. His hands shook and he felt incredibly guilty at what he had done.
He looked up to the sun that mockingly looked down at him and he ran as fast as he could. When he got home, he closed the door and pushed the knob.
Again, he grabbed his clothes and began to smell them.
"This is Sakuma Ryuichi's scent..." he mumbled to himself as he lifted his eyes while looking straight at the balcony before him.
Right then, he took off the sweatshirt and threw it to the wooden floor. He lifted his right arm and smelled himself.
He was enwrapped in Ryuichi's scent.
As he walked to the bath, he shook his head in confusion. He turned on the water, but when he took off his clothes, he almost didn't want to wash it off.
After all, it was his idol who had reached out for him.
His idol had bared his heart out to him.
Body and soul intact.
He could still feel Ryuichi's hands over his and the way he embraced him as if those hands were already imprinted all over his body claiming that he was his, and no longer Yuki's.
The awful part of it was that...
He liked the attention.
As his eyes closed, he opened them widely again. "Hiro..." he mumbled and the tiled bathroom echoed the name of his best friend.
He had to get back to Hiro and quickly. So, even though he was undecided, the only reason he took a bath was to wash away Ryuichi's scent.
To not make Hiro worry...
"I don't want to give you back this time." Hiro's voice was like a soft melody that comforted him.
For that particular moment, it was true.
He didn't want to.
But he left the shower door open to splash in puddles onto the bathroom floor. When he turned off the water, he grabbed a towel and looked at the mirror before him. The water dripped down to the drain of the tub.
The mirror was cloudy and he couldn't see himself. Maybe that was what was best at that moment.
Shuichi sighed and got out of the shower. After dressing up for the recording, he went to the hospital.
As Shuichi was going through the front door of the hospital, Suguru was leaving through the back door. Expecting Shuichi to come back that early in the morning, Suguru left involuntarily because he still wanted to remain by Hiro's side.
He was still unsure about how everyone would take it...
...especially Shuichi.
And so, he just left.
Certainly, he himself was scared about Hiro expecting Shuichi and he woke up to see him instead. He wouldn't be able to take it.
It didn't help that just a week ago, his cousin had stopped him from leaving his office. Suguru had just raised his hand to say goodbye when his cousin's feathered sleeve distracted him. Touma had stuck his hand out and shook his head. "No, you are not allowed to leave yet."
"No, seriously, I have to go," Suguru smiled as he scratched his head while his green shirt was sticking to his back because it was so hot.
"I knew I shouldn't have worn jeans. He teased me about that last time," he thought as he stood in the middle of the room with a worried expression.
Touma turned around and looked out the window and then looked back at him. With a smirk on his face, he asked, "How come you have not said anything to Hiro-san yet?"
Suguru's face fell as his eyes blinked rapidly in disbelief. He couldn't believe that his cousin was asking him this and he was turning red at the question.
He may have been a professional in the music world, but Suguru was just an ordinary boy when it came to things of the heart.
Trying to get out as soon as possible and not go around the subject because his cousin would tease him further if he did, he answered, "Nothing."
"Why?" Touma folded his arms as sat on his desk.
Suguru turned around and with a sad voice, he replied, "Because he likes someone else. Very much."
With that, he just left without Touma keeping him any further.
Touma knew too well the pain of that same situation...
Suguru went home to take a shower and fell asleep on his bed. When he fell back onto his bed, he thought of his words to Hiro.
"I'm such a coward," he scolded himself as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
--
Shuichi's heavy eyes wanted to close, but he wouldn't let them. For the first time in a long while, Shuichi looked tired. But his bright smile camouflaged his inner chaos.
He sat in the chair next to Hiro's bed, the one that Suguru had left just an hour ago.
But on his way to the hospital, Shuichi had received strange looks as he crossed town with a red kimono and his hair pinned back as best as could to look like a geisha's. He didn't wear a wig, so his pink hair shined in the sunlight as people looked at him in amazement and wonder.
Right now, his hair couldn't block his view of Hiro as he felt shame for what he had done and for what he was feeling. But, he kept on smiling as he reached out for Hiro's hand.
Rubbing his thumb on Hiro's hand, he felt the coldness of his best friend's skin.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled to himself, but he knew he couldn't be heard.
Hiro had been the one to save him...
Just like always...
Whether it was because he had to go to the studio or that he couldn't stand seeing Hiro as he was, Shuichi got up from his seat. At that moment, he leaned forward with loose strands of his hair touching Hiro's face. Shuichi's other hand ran through Hiro's brown hair to sweep it off his cheeks.
Shuichi then closed his eyes and kissed Hiro on the mouth. As he was taking out a tissue to pat the lipstick away, a tear had fallen on Hiro's lower lip.
He tried to stop crying and his eyes actually listened to him.
At that, he kissed Hiro again. Then, he turned around and held his head up.
Shuichi wasn't ashamed...
...and Hiro had the lipstick mark to prove it.
Tsuzuku...
--
Author's note: I had this concept of Shuichi as a geisha. Yes, I'm weird. Hope you're enjoying this as much as I am! ^_^
Translation:
"Romancing Train, Bring all the pain
Tsukareta sono kokoro wo - This tired heart
Romancing Train, Whistle again...
Ai ga koko ni aru koto - Love exists here.
(Bring all the tears and pain right now bring it out)
Nemuru made mimi moto de sasayaite ite..." - From sleep, listening even more carefully to the whispering...