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just a simple fan fiction for fans. Don't sue me. I don't have any money
^_^
Endless Rain
Fat drops of silver rain pelted loudly against the window from which famed J-Rock vocalist Shindou Shuichi viewed with great disdain. After rounding up a three-month tour of selected cities across all four main islands of Japan lucky enough to have NG Records' smash group Bad Luck, it was time to return home to Tokyo for a well-deserved rest. Or at least it would have been if the plane weren't diverted to Osaka, because of the torrential rain.
And now Shuichi was left to mope, watching the planes lined up near the terminals, but unmoving. "Stop rain stop!" he muttered to his reflection in the window. A black baseball cap covered his vibrant pink-dyed hair. The large amount of flights filled with irritated passengers were probably too annoyed with complaints about the weather to have noticed Bad Luck, but Shuichi's hair would make him a beacon among the Japanese crowd if he didn't keep it covered. It was suppose to be a one-way flight back to Tokyo, and now he was stuck among a bunch of strangers. He had enough of screaming fans that were strangers, though he loved them. But he wasn't on stage now. All he wanted was to go home.
Go home to his Yuki.
Yuki Eiri, renowned Japanese romance writer, had been out of Shuichi's grasps for three long months. He was so used to thinking of him as Yuki that he barely used his first name. His lover was on his mind everyday, and he hoped that even stone Eiri was doing the same. A laugh was stifled. Eiri would call him an idiot right at this moment if he saw Shuichi acting so low. During the tour, Shuichi tried to convince Eiri to come and visit if he was ever in a nearby city several times, but because Shuichi took up all of the writer's time nagging him to spend time with him before leaving for the tour, Eiri was over deadline for his new novel. He had to stay away this time to ever have it complete by the time the singer returned. Practically at least one hour each day, nimble fingers were busy dialing a cell phone, making long distance calls to Eiri flat. Eiri never talked much. Mostly Shuichi held the conversation, never one to shut up around Eiri, or anyone for that matter, telling him about all the different cities, the cold he caught in Hokkaido, the unfamiliar beds.
I might be in Yuki's bed now if this damn rain didn't keep pouring, he thought, tapping the glass with his fingers.
"If you don't stop, you'll shatter the glass like you did in the dressing room mirror in Okinawa," joked the friendly voice of Bad Luck's guitarist and life-long pal Nakano Hiroshi, who put a hand on Shuichi's shoulder, shaking him from his crouched position in the chair.
Putting on his usual smile, Shuichi let out a chuckle. "That wasn't necessarily my fault, Hiro! How was I to know K-san would actually take a shot at me for being late for the opening." With a glance behind Hiro, he could see their gun-fetish American manager keeping a close eye on the two young men while there paranoid producer Sakano chewed at his suit's sleeve nervously in fear that the band would be spotted and mauled. Bad Luck's keyboardist, Fujisaki Suguru, did his best to ease his worries and that less attention would be called to themselves if he didn't dance around so much.
"Well," Hiro countered," if you hadn't spent so long on your cell when you should have been getting dressed, he wouldn't have had to."
Shuichi let out another laugh with Hiro, before looking back out the window. Hiro didn't like seeing his friend's smile start to fade, for the violet-eyed nineteen year old was always exuberant and bold, but the delay from home was eating away at him.
"Hey!" Hiro exclaimed with a smile, grabbing the slender yet firm arm that was hidden under the plain purple shirt of his pal, pulling him away from the window. "Let's get something to drink."
"But what if the rain stops and our flight gets called," Shuichi protested, reaching back for the seat, but Hiro gave him a sharp tug. "Hiro!"
"You, of all people, want to sit around and do nothing?" Hiro questioned, seeing the irony in it all. Everyone always tried to tame the force that was Shuichi, and finally when he is sitting quietly Hiro can't take the scene. Leading him around the maze of chairs and people sleeping on their suitcases, Hiro shook his head. "It's a drink or the alternative."
"That being---?"
"We perform a song right here in the airport if that puts a smile on your face."
"Shindou-kun, don't you dare!" Sakano pleaded, throwing his hands up violently. "I can't risk you being trampled on. Shacho (AN: This is referring to Seguchi Tohma) would fire me and I'd have to kill myself or I'll have a heart attack and I couldn't find eternal happiness because I'd died from me not being a good producer!"
"Calm down Sakano-san!" Suguru implored. "You're going to give yourself a heart attack right here and then we'll all get trampled on from the panic you caused."
"Don't worry," K assured. "I'll make sure no one gets within a foot of Shindou-kun without the taste of lead in their mouth." Reaching for gun, an irritated look came over him when nothing was there in his holster, now remembering airport security told him he couldn't bring it inside, leaving the man departed from his most valuable treasure.
"The storm won't be stopping anytime soon," Hiro continued, wanting to get away from an enraged K quickly. "Besides, K-san can surely track us down if we get lost, right K?"
"I look forward to the challenge!" the manager said in English. The longhaired brunette flashed a look at the blond American as they went by, wondering if it was really okay to wander around the airport. There were no complaints. K most likely didn't want Shuichi sitting by the window thinking of Yuki Eiri anymore than he did.
* * *
"This is insane!" shouted Shuichi to Hiro, though it didn't sound like it with the bustle of people drowning him out. "Did all of Japan move into this airport? You'd think you see a kid somewhere around here with some strawberry sticks of biscuit goodness! I'm starting to regret eating all my Pocky on the plane."
"That was MY Pocky!" Hiro reprimanded. "I thought I left the box on the plane. You ate it?"
"That's what you get for falling asleep on the plane with someone like me." Shuichi sighed. "Wow, look at this place! I guess this is what is like to be in the crowds of our concerts."
It was nice to hear his friend get his mind off of Yuki Eiri for a while. "It feels like the Nittle Grasper concerts we attended years ago had more leg room than this."
"Ah! Sakuma-san probably took our minds off the crowd," Shuichi beamed about his idol, his God and friend, lead singer of rival band Nittle Grasper. "We haven't seen him since we started touring. I miss him too."
Surprisingly, the food and drink areas were less crowded, but not void of people. Lines still stretched every which way, and a vending machine would be more promising for just a simple drink if they weren't already empty. "Looks like the lines are the only way to go," Hiro sighed, glancing at the shorter man by his side, which was already returning to his look of staring off into the distance, without a doubt thinking of Eiri.
Nudging him, Hiro awoke him from his daze. "No point in both of us standing here if we aren't going to talk," he said, but not at all upset. "I'm sure Yuki-san knows about the weather here. He's probably at home, waiting for you to call."
"You think?" inquired Shuichi with hope in his voice. "I thought he would probably be saying something like, 'I can live without the brat for another day'," he said in his best Yuki Eiri imitation.
As much as Hiro disapproved of the emotionless man, his best friend loved him very much, and even if Eiri acted like a cold-hearted bastard, Hiro knew Eiri cared for the singer as well. Eiri 's own personal issues had caused him to push Shuichi away repeatedly, leaving Shuichi in tears and Hiro wanting to deck the novelist. But Eiri and Shuichi repeatedly got back together, and since recent, their relationship was stronger than ever. "Baka, just call."
"Only Yuki can call me Baka," Shuichi smiled, reaching into the pocket of his black and gray vest. "Oh no!" he screeched, starting to pout and whine. "My cell phone is dead. I haven't charged it!"
Hiro gave him a hard whack on the head. "That's what payphones are for!" Shuichi was prepared to complain about the hit with a smack of his own, but as he raised his hand, the guitarist pushed his own phone card into Shuichi's palm. They smiled at each other before the violet-eyed boy's energy returned, propelling him towards the sign that led to the phones in the distance.
"Wai!"
Shaking his head with a chuckle, Hiro watched him slam into people as he ran through the crowd before disappearing from view. He could still hear his loud and excited voice cheering, "Yuki!"
* * *
Every phone call was special when it came to Eiri. Of course, whenever the answering machine was the receiver or Eiri would hang up on him for bothering him while he was in the middle of working on his new novel--which was often--Shuichi still persisted. It had been four days since his last call. Four whole days! That was a long time in Shuichi's world. Shoving his way through the crowd, he repeatedly apologized to those he clashed with as he laughed with excitement, spinning around people and dodging luggage carriers.
Right as he reached the long row of payphones, the crowd had grown thinner, but Shuichi finally collided with someone, knocking himself and his accidental victim over onto the blue carpet. Realizing his cap had fallen off in the collapse, Shuichi quickly stood, grabbing at his hair. "Sumimasen!" he said, still cheerful, reaching out by instinct to lend a hand. "I should have paid more attention to where---"
And then Shuichi just fell silent, frozen in his stance, seeing who was picking up his black cap. There were no more apologies, no excuses, no more shouts of 'Yuki'.
"Hi Shindou-san," the man said tentatively, sharing in Shuichi's shocked expression. There wasn't anything Shuichi could think of to say as he drew back the offered hand, staring at the man with narrow eyes of dark pools, hair a shade lighter than black, wearing a black cap of his own with his casual brown jacket and jeans. He rose on his own, both not able to break eye contact.
It was Taki Aizawa. A member of the band ASK, who were once signed by NG records, the same label as Bad Luck, though early on ASK was all the rage when Bad Luck was nothing but their opening band until Shuichi and his members began to become popular in a short amount of time, something of which Aizawa was jealous.
So jealous, the member of ASK had threatened to ruin Shuichi's lover. So jealous, he had hired two men to beat and rape Shuichi to have Bad Luck disband, while he stood by and took pictures. Eiri had retrieved the roll of film the day after, when Hiro told him of Shuichi's condition.
They had met one time after Shuichi's attack, when Aizawa went to Eiri's apartment to make his threats to expose a murder Eiri committed on his sensei, Yuki Kitazawa, years ago. Something Eiri had done after his sensei sold him to two other men much like what Aizawa did. Shuichi was strong and bold in front of Aizawa then, telling him it was sad that Aizawa had to sink to such means to beat him. But this time Eiri wasn't here, and Shuichi had never dealt with or thought about the incident since.
TO BE CONTINUED
Hello everyone! Gravitation is my new favorite anime. This is my first Gravitation fan fiction. Actually, I'm working on two at once: a serious one and a comedic one--if you find the dribble I write funny. Anyway, this is the serious one. Please read and review. This story looks like it could go a long time, but only if you want me to. I see that getting reviews motivates people here to write more so that's one I'm hoping for. I promise my later chapters will be a lot more interesting if you stick it out. I hope you like my story, considering this is my first. Oh, and I dedicate the beginning of this story to my friend Chimere, who practically begged me to finally take the stories out of my head and write them down.
Endless Rain
Fat drops of silver rain pelted loudly against the window from which famed J-Rock vocalist Shindou Shuichi viewed with great disdain. After rounding up a three-month tour of selected cities across all four main islands of Japan lucky enough to have NG Records' smash group Bad Luck, it was time to return home to Tokyo for a well-deserved rest. Or at least it would have been if the plane weren't diverted to Osaka, because of the torrential rain.
And now Shuichi was left to mope, watching the planes lined up near the terminals, but unmoving. "Stop rain stop!" he muttered to his reflection in the window. A black baseball cap covered his vibrant pink-dyed hair. The large amount of flights filled with irritated passengers were probably too annoyed with complaints about the weather to have noticed Bad Luck, but Shuichi's hair would make him a beacon among the Japanese crowd if he didn't keep it covered. It was suppose to be a one-way flight back to Tokyo, and now he was stuck among a bunch of strangers. He had enough of screaming fans that were strangers, though he loved them. But he wasn't on stage now. All he wanted was to go home.
Go home to his Yuki.
Yuki Eiri, renowned Japanese romance writer, had been out of Shuichi's grasps for three long months. He was so used to thinking of him as Yuki that he barely used his first name. His lover was on his mind everyday, and he hoped that even stone Eiri was doing the same. A laugh was stifled. Eiri would call him an idiot right at this moment if he saw Shuichi acting so low. During the tour, Shuichi tried to convince Eiri to come and visit if he was ever in a nearby city several times, but because Shuichi took up all of the writer's time nagging him to spend time with him before leaving for the tour, Eiri was over deadline for his new novel. He had to stay away this time to ever have it complete by the time the singer returned. Practically at least one hour each day, nimble fingers were busy dialing a cell phone, making long distance calls to Eiri flat. Eiri never talked much. Mostly Shuichi held the conversation, never one to shut up around Eiri, or anyone for that matter, telling him about all the different cities, the cold he caught in Hokkaido, the unfamiliar beds.
I might be in Yuki's bed now if this damn rain didn't keep pouring, he thought, tapping the glass with his fingers.
"If you don't stop, you'll shatter the glass like you did in the dressing room mirror in Okinawa," joked the friendly voice of Bad Luck's guitarist and life-long pal Nakano Hiroshi, who put a hand on Shuichi's shoulder, shaking him from his crouched position in the chair.
Putting on his usual smile, Shuichi let out a chuckle. "That wasn't necessarily my fault, Hiro! How was I to know K-san would actually take a shot at me for being late for the opening." With a glance behind Hiro, he could see their gun-fetish American manager keeping a close eye on the two young men while there paranoid producer Sakano chewed at his suit's sleeve nervously in fear that the band would be spotted and mauled. Bad Luck's keyboardist, Fujisaki Suguru, did his best to ease his worries and that less attention would be called to themselves if he didn't dance around so much.
"Well," Hiro countered," if you hadn't spent so long on your cell when you should have been getting dressed, he wouldn't have had to."
Shuichi let out another laugh with Hiro, before looking back out the window. Hiro didn't like seeing his friend's smile start to fade, for the violet-eyed nineteen year old was always exuberant and bold, but the delay from home was eating away at him.
"Hey!" Hiro exclaimed with a smile, grabbing the slender yet firm arm that was hidden under the plain purple shirt of his pal, pulling him away from the window. "Let's get something to drink."
"But what if the rain stops and our flight gets called," Shuichi protested, reaching back for the seat, but Hiro gave him a sharp tug. "Hiro!"
"You, of all people, want to sit around and do nothing?" Hiro questioned, seeing the irony in it all. Everyone always tried to tame the force that was Shuichi, and finally when he is sitting quietly Hiro can't take the scene. Leading him around the maze of chairs and people sleeping on their suitcases, Hiro shook his head. "It's a drink or the alternative."
"That being---?"
"We perform a song right here in the airport if that puts a smile on your face."
"Shindou-kun, don't you dare!" Sakano pleaded, throwing his hands up violently. "I can't risk you being trampled on. Shacho (AN: This is referring to Seguchi Tohma) would fire me and I'd have to kill myself or I'll have a heart attack and I couldn't find eternal happiness because I'd died from me not being a good producer!"
"Calm down Sakano-san!" Suguru implored. "You're going to give yourself a heart attack right here and then we'll all get trampled on from the panic you caused."
"Don't worry," K assured. "I'll make sure no one gets within a foot of Shindou-kun without the taste of lead in their mouth." Reaching for gun, an irritated look came over him when nothing was there in his holster, now remembering airport security told him he couldn't bring it inside, leaving the man departed from his most valuable treasure.
"The storm won't be stopping anytime soon," Hiro continued, wanting to get away from an enraged K quickly. "Besides, K-san can surely track us down if we get lost, right K?"
"I look forward to the challenge!" the manager said in English. The longhaired brunette flashed a look at the blond American as they went by, wondering if it was really okay to wander around the airport. There were no complaints. K most likely didn't want Shuichi sitting by the window thinking of Yuki Eiri anymore than he did.
* * *
"This is insane!" shouted Shuichi to Hiro, though it didn't sound like it with the bustle of people drowning him out. "Did all of Japan move into this airport? You'd think you see a kid somewhere around here with some strawberry sticks of biscuit goodness! I'm starting to regret eating all my Pocky on the plane."
"That was MY Pocky!" Hiro reprimanded. "I thought I left the box on the plane. You ate it?"
"That's what you get for falling asleep on the plane with someone like me." Shuichi sighed. "Wow, look at this place! I guess this is what is like to be in the crowds of our concerts."
It was nice to hear his friend get his mind off of Yuki Eiri for a while. "It feels like the Nittle Grasper concerts we attended years ago had more leg room than this."
"Ah! Sakuma-san probably took our minds off the crowd," Shuichi beamed about his idol, his God and friend, lead singer of rival band Nittle Grasper. "We haven't seen him since we started touring. I miss him too."
Surprisingly, the food and drink areas were less crowded, but not void of people. Lines still stretched every which way, and a vending machine would be more promising for just a simple drink if they weren't already empty. "Looks like the lines are the only way to go," Hiro sighed, glancing at the shorter man by his side, which was already returning to his look of staring off into the distance, without a doubt thinking of Eiri.
Nudging him, Hiro awoke him from his daze. "No point in both of us standing here if we aren't going to talk," he said, but not at all upset. "I'm sure Yuki-san knows about the weather here. He's probably at home, waiting for you to call."
"You think?" inquired Shuichi with hope in his voice. "I thought he would probably be saying something like, 'I can live without the brat for another day'," he said in his best Yuki Eiri imitation.
As much as Hiro disapproved of the emotionless man, his best friend loved him very much, and even if Eiri acted like a cold-hearted bastard, Hiro knew Eiri cared for the singer as well. Eiri 's own personal issues had caused him to push Shuichi away repeatedly, leaving Shuichi in tears and Hiro wanting to deck the novelist. But Eiri and Shuichi repeatedly got back together, and since recent, their relationship was stronger than ever. "Baka, just call."
"Only Yuki can call me Baka," Shuichi smiled, reaching into the pocket of his black and gray vest. "Oh no!" he screeched, starting to pout and whine. "My cell phone is dead. I haven't charged it!"
Hiro gave him a hard whack on the head. "That's what payphones are for!" Shuichi was prepared to complain about the hit with a smack of his own, but as he raised his hand, the guitarist pushed his own phone card into Shuichi's palm. They smiled at each other before the violet-eyed boy's energy returned, propelling him towards the sign that led to the phones in the distance.
"Wai!"
Shaking his head with a chuckle, Hiro watched him slam into people as he ran through the crowd before disappearing from view. He could still hear his loud and excited voice cheering, "Yuki!"
* * *
Every phone call was special when it came to Eiri. Of course, whenever the answering machine was the receiver or Eiri would hang up on him for bothering him while he was in the middle of working on his new novel--which was often--Shuichi still persisted. It had been four days since his last call. Four whole days! That was a long time in Shuichi's world. Shoving his way through the crowd, he repeatedly apologized to those he clashed with as he laughed with excitement, spinning around people and dodging luggage carriers.
Right as he reached the long row of payphones, the crowd had grown thinner, but Shuichi finally collided with someone, knocking himself and his accidental victim over onto the blue carpet. Realizing his cap had fallen off in the collapse, Shuichi quickly stood, grabbing at his hair. "Sumimasen!" he said, still cheerful, reaching out by instinct to lend a hand. "I should have paid more attention to where---"
And then Shuichi just fell silent, frozen in his stance, seeing who was picking up his black cap. There were no more apologies, no excuses, no more shouts of 'Yuki'.
"Hi Shindou-san," the man said tentatively, sharing in Shuichi's shocked expression. There wasn't anything Shuichi could think of to say as he drew back the offered hand, staring at the man with narrow eyes of dark pools, hair a shade lighter than black, wearing a black cap of his own with his casual brown jacket and jeans. He rose on his own, both not able to break eye contact.
It was Taki Aizawa. A member of the band ASK, who were once signed by NG records, the same label as Bad Luck, though early on ASK was all the rage when Bad Luck was nothing but their opening band until Shuichi and his members began to become popular in a short amount of time, something of which Aizawa was jealous.
So jealous, the member of ASK had threatened to ruin Shuichi's lover. So jealous, he had hired two men to beat and rape Shuichi to have Bad Luck disband, while he stood by and took pictures. Eiri had retrieved the roll of film the day after, when Hiro told him of Shuichi's condition.
They had met one time after Shuichi's attack, when Aizawa went to Eiri's apartment to make his threats to expose a murder Eiri committed on his sensei, Yuki Kitazawa, years ago. Something Eiri had done after his sensei sold him to two other men much like what Aizawa did. Shuichi was strong and bold in front of Aizawa then, telling him it was sad that Aizawa had to sink to such means to beat him. But this time Eiri wasn't here, and Shuichi had never dealt with or thought about the incident since.
TO BE CONTINUED
Hello everyone! Gravitation is my new favorite anime. This is my first Gravitation fan fiction. Actually, I'm working on two at once: a serious one and a comedic one--if you find the dribble I write funny. Anyway, this is the serious one. Please read and review. This story looks like it could go a long time, but only if you want me to. I see that getting reviews motivates people here to write more so that's one I'm hoping for. I promise my later chapters will be a lot more interesting if you stick it out. I hope you like my story, considering this is my first. Oh, and I dedicate the beginning of this story to my friend Chimere, who practically begged me to finally take the stories out of my head and write them down.
