I'd Do Anything

DISCLAIMER: Before anyone accuses me of anything, I do not and will not ever own the rights to Gravitation or Simple Plan, whose lyrics are shown here and in the title. ...If I did, I probably wouldn't be hanging around the fanfic community drooling over... stuff. ^^

MORE LEGAL-ISH STUFF: The rating's R. Yeah. Well, there might –eventually- be a lemon... or two... or three... so that's why. And, also, for kind of mature content, I guess.

--Eiri's thoughtspeak--

*Hiro's thouhtspeak*

... the Mad Fiddler

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Another day is going by

I'm thinking about you all the time

But you're out there

And I'm here waiting

And I wrote this letter in my head

'cuz so many things were left unsaid

But now you're gone

And I can't think straight

This could be the one last chance

To make you understand

I'd do anything

Just to hold you in my arms

To try to make you laugh

Some how I can't put you in the past

I'd do anything

Just to fall asleep with you

Will you remember me?

'cuz I know

I won't forget you

Together we broke all the rules

Dreaming of dropping out of school

And leave this place

To never come back

So now maybe after all these years

If you miss me have no fear

I'll be here

I'll be waiting

This could be the one last chance to make you understand

And I just can't let you leave me once again

I'd do anything

Just to hold you in my arms

Try to make you laugh

Some how I can't put you in the past

I'd do anything

Just to fall asleep with you

Will you remember me?

Cuz I know I won't forget you

I close my eyes

And all I see is you

I close my eyes

I try to sleep

I can't forget you

And I'd do anything for you

I'd do anything

Just to hold you in my arms

To try to make you laugh

Some how I can't put you in the past

I'd do anything

Just to fall asleep with you

To fall asleep with you, you ya

Cuz I know I won't forget you

A loud yawn escaped the throat of one groggy blonde novelist, his half-open eyes glued to the back lighted laptop screen before him. What time was it? Even he had lost track of the hour, vaguely aware of the dimming moonlight streaming through his window. With a sigh, he pushed his way out of the chair weakly, stumbling into the kitchen. --Coffee. Caffeine will make everything right with the world.-- Stubbing his toe on the edge of the kitchen counter, he stifled the urge to yell, muttering a string of curses under his breath as he opened a cabinet sleepily. The clock overhead read 5 am, the impending day slowly making itself known as bands of dappled moonlight ceased to appear on the tiled floor. Running a hand through his tousled hair, his gaze swept the cabinet impatiently, hands rummaging through empty boxes of pocky and beer bottles. Growling angrily at the absence of anything remotely coffee-like, he knocked one of the boxes to the floor and stomped on it. --Where the hell did they come from anyway? I'm sure I don't remember all of those being there when I cleaned the kitchen yesterday.—

Raising his foot to deal the box another blow, he stopped in mid-air, looking down at the squashed container blankly. Wordlessly he knelt next to it. Strawberry-flavoured, the box read, a mouthful of ecstasy! --Of course it would be strawberry...-- He probed the lining of the box, noting that he had shattered the last stick. Withdrawing his hand and staring at the pink crumbs left on his fingertips, a small twinge of pain throbbed at the back of his head. Surely he wasn't feeling guilty...? --Another migraine, now? I just took a pill half an hour ago...-- Shaking his head, he reached up from his position on the floor with his other hand, groping the counter for a discarded aspirin. --At least the baka isn't here. I'd never get anything done with his noise. ...And there's that damn headache again--! He simultaneously groaned as he raised himself up, lifting the mutilated box with him. Putting one hand against his forehead, he swore aloud. "GOD DAMNIT!"

The whole day had started wrong. The infamous lady-killer had realized, last week, that his deadline was only a few days from then. How could I forget something that important? Ah, that's right: Shuichi Shindou. --That baka always does get the best of me,-- he conceded silently, straightening to grab a handful of aspirin from off of the table. Another jolt of pain erupted from the base of his neck as he recalled the events of the past three days, which had ended in the writer angrily kicking Shuichi out of his home yet again. --What is it that keeps the runt coming back?,-- he wondered, flinching as another wave seared down his spine. Downing the tablets without any sort of liquid to lubricate his aching throat, he winced at the magnification of scraping as they traveled down his gullet. He wasn't getting sick. He couldn't. His thoughts were interrupted by a body-shaking cough, which brought him to his knees. "...Shiite, I must have something from the kid." Shuichi had brought home a cold a few days ago, an illness he had most likely picked up from Kumagoro, Ryuichi's vent when HE was sick. Why hadn't he noticed his condition until now? --Most likely because I usually feel half-dead after I pull three all-nighters in a row.-- Sighing, he wearily made his way back to his study, sagging into the uncomfortable desk chair heavily.

Unable to keep his thoughts on the task at hand, he let his eyes wander about the lavishly furnished room. All seemed to be in order, he observed with satisfaction. His furniture wasn't covered in takeout, spilled body fluids or garbage from one of Shuichi's late nights. A shadow on the plush couch caught his attention. It looked like clothing more than anything else. Or maybe, he mused, standing up for all of his shaking limbs, -- Shindou spilled something on the couch.-- Annoyed by even the idea of such a thing, he leaned over to investigate. He was slightly relieved to find it was only one of the pink-haired pop singer's shirts, but... and there it was again. Still not ready to admit to himself that he might have more than lust for Shuichi, he dropped the article on the floor, scowling and leaving the room. A few hours of sleep, and then he would be up again, roaming the corridors of the lavish apartment like a poltergeist. He stopped halfway through the doorframe, looking back at the shirt. Sighing, he bent to retrieve it, folding it and replacing it on the couch.

Nakano Hiroshi sighed as he plopped into a large armchair with a box of takeout. After Shuichi had come over at seven, courtesy of Eiri Yuki, Hiro had had no choice but to let his best friend stay and nurse his wounds. They were both getting sick of the novelist's treatment of Yuki, but Hiro had just about had enough. He knew eventually Shuichi would go back, Yuki would accept him for a few days, and then kick him out after his need for sex was satisfied. Why did he put up with him? Sighing, Hiro began to eat, chewing each bite thoughtfully. What time was it? Looking at his watch, the digits flashing 8 am, he grimaced. He'd been up all night with worry, so it seemed. Straightening and setting the container on the coffee table before him, he tiptoed over to his room, where Shuichi lay sleeping. He fluffed the hair of the young singer tenderly, somehow wishing he could do more. *Doesn't Yuki know how great he's got it?* Before he realized it, he had leaned down; his lips perilously close to brushing Shuichi's own. Before he could do anything, however, a phone call jolted him out of his bittersweet euphoria, as well as Shuichi's sleep. "Na-nani...?" Shuichi stuttered, groggily, looking up at Hiro through slitted eyes. Flushing furiously, Hiro scooted away. "Is-is that the phone? I DO believe I hear the phone..." Before he could do anything, Shuichi had zoomed out of bed. "Maybe it's YUUU~UKI!! My love has called to beg my forgiveness! Oh, be still, my beating heart!" Picking up the receiver, Shuichi listened for a while, then beamed. "It's about Yuki! ...Oh. I... I see." He swallowed thickly, the rose in his cheeks gone. Thanking whoever it was on the line and hanging up the receiver, he turned to a puzzled Hiro. "It's Ryuichi-san... Yuki's passed out."

TBC...