I'd Do Anything: Chapter One ( Thoughts of You )

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.

AUTHOR'S RANT and THANK YOU'S: I'd just like to say, since I'm on my laptop at the moment and can't access your nice reviews, thanks to all who reviewed. And who will review. Yeah, you know. ^^ Once I get a few more chapters typed (When I did the prologue, I did it alone since it was originally going to be a one-shot. And it was about 3 am at the time, so, when I realized it was going to actually amount to having more than two chapters, I was too tired to do much except faint.), I'll get to specifically thanking those of you who've been taking the time to read this. Hopefully I'll get one chapter per week up, but we'll see how long I stick to that resolution. I'm also attempting some fanart, but don't get too excited... ^^

One more thing to add: I apologize for the crappy paragraphs in the prologue. I simply broke them up randomly, so... yeah. Also, not a lot of dialogue either, so I kinda couldn't do much with the phrasing creatively anyhow. The thoughtspeak shall also be easier to read, and better applied in further chapters. Oh, and sorry about the short chapters. It just feels right to break 'em off early. ...I guess tha was two things. o.O Thanks!

-- Eiri's thoughtspeak --

* Hiro's thoughtspeak *

... the Mad Fiddler

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-- What the hell is wrong with me?

It's not as if I don't usually feel great just before deadlines. Of course I feel like crap. It's just that, well...

Shuichi.

How many times have I rejected him?

How many times have I sent him sobbing into that damn guitarist's arms?

I've seen the way he looks at that baka.

...But I shouldn't care. After all, it's his life.

He shouldn't need me.

He doesn't need me.

...

And I...

...

...I don't...

...need him...

...

I absolutely hate this. Shit, I wish I would just die and be done with it. Who would care?

My fans don't know me. Nobody knows me...

Shuichi.

He doesn't know me. He thinks he does, but there's so much more to me. He's only at the tip of the iceberg.

He told me he loved me.

He told me...

...Fuck it all. I don't know what's what anymore.

I don't even know myself anymore.

Since when do I think about that idiot when I'm unconscious?

I must really be sick.

...

...

...I must be dreaming, then.

But there's... never been so much PINK in my dreams...

...

...Dammit, why is there so much PINK?! –-

Realizing he was, in fact, awake, he sat up, only to be forced back down by the lithe young man at his bedside. ...Whoever it was. He couldn't see through all this pink haze over his eyes.

"Is Yuki feeling better? Ryuichi and Kuma-sama were very worried about you, na no da!"

Groaning, Yuki shook his head, tumbling Kumagoro to the side of his bed.

--...Wait.—

Widening his eyes a bit more, he glanced over in the direction of the brown- eyed pop star, over to the side of the hospital bed.

--HOSPITAL?!--

"Ryuichi, why am I here? Tell me, dammit!" Pulling the man down towards him (nearly wringing his neck in the process), he glared at him as much as he could without letting more light reach his now-sensitive eyes.

"Oro? Ryuichi was worried, very worried, I'll say it again. Kuma-sama thought to take Yuki to the doctor's because Yuki wasn't moving..."

"You IDIOT! I was probably sleeping!"

"Yuki-san never sleeps THAT heavily, na no da! And Kuma-sama said Yuki was very warm." Ryuichi nodded knowingly in the rabbit's direction.

Realizing he was sapping his remaining energy, he let go of Ryuichi's collar, sending him and Kumagoro tumbling off of the bed. "Get out. Come get me in a few hours, I need to get home."

Ryuichi looked up at him pitifully from his position, his eyes beginning to water. "Ryuichi-chan wants to stay with Yuki, and make sure he doesn't go work. Yuki-san needs to rest."

Yuki sighed, the sound a bit broken, for he really was coming down with something. Though he had no idea what, he could guess it had obviously strengthened from his encounter with Kumagoro. Ryuichi was reminding him of someone... It took his mind a few minutes to pull back the memory of his favorite pink-haired baka, the effort straining on his body as well as his mind. As soon as his image flickered through his mind, he felt his migraine returning. Scowling at Ryuichi, who was chewing on Kumagoro's ear, he put one hand to his head. "Fine, stay. Get me some pain killer." His frown deepened as he watched Ryuichi and Kumagoro dance around the room happily, before they disappeared down the hall.

-- ...I have to admit, that idiot made me feel a little more cheerful.

...A little...

What the hell am I thinking?

...

...

...Is it possible to think too much?

...

About him. Yes.

...

...Shuichi, I thought sure you'd be here by now.

Not that I care. But it's surprising you've not come back and found me missing.

...

...

Where are you, my Shuichi? –-

Shuichi clung to Hiro's waist as if it was the only thing separating him from death as they sped along down the streets, the coarse wind throwing daggers at their exposed faces. The motorcycle purred as Hiro kicked up the speed, turning a corner smoothly. Hiro could only guess what Shuichi was thinking about, his brow furrowed in worry, but his mind was there as well. He stopped at a red light, recalling the events of the last hour.

After the phone call, he had immediately fished for his coat, amongst the pile of clothing strewn about his room. Shuichi had soon followed him into the room, stopping in the doorway while Hiro haphazardly rifled through his possessions for the aricle in question.

"Hiro... I don't know if I should go."

Hiro had stopped in his tracks, looking over at Shuichi as if he had grown an extra head. This was exactly what he had been wishing for, praying for each night since that bastard had entered Shuichi's life. That Shuichi would finally see what a jerk he was, that...

"...I mean, he hates me. He's already proven that time and time again. What's the use of going back to him? He's obviously too good for me..."

...Shuichi was too good for him.

Hiro had sighed and walked over to him, letting Shuichi bury his face into his chest. "Listen, you've got to go back. Tell him how you feel. He needs you right now, Shu. He may not know it, but... having you around would make you feel loads better."

Looking up from his snuffling, he blinked. "Y-You... You really think so, Hiro?"

"Yeah. So let's go."

...After that, there hadn't been much to do but get everything together, and get Shuichi cleaned up from his sobbing. Hiro's attempts to make Shuichi feel better hadn't exactly been in vain, but had taken a lot out of Hiro. He had almost been nodding off when he heard a loud car horn behind him, jolting him out of his thoughts to start up the bike.

* I still haven't let Shuichi know...

...how I feel. How I want him to feel about me.

...

I guess the most I can do now...

...is to do anything I can to help Shuichi win Yuki over.

...

...

...But how long will it be before I can't take it anymore? *

"...Hiro. The light's been green for hours."

"Oh! ...Sorry, Shu."

"...You did this at the last one, too. You okay?"

"Yeah."

"...I'm worried about Yuki too, but... try to think positive."

Hiro sighed. "I know, Shu, I know..."

TBC...