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Only a small bump to the head
Chapter 1: A "little" accident
His phone rang.
This was so typical. Always when he was working on a critical part in his current skript the phone would rang. It was crazy but more important it drove him crazy. How was he supposed writing bestsellers with the constant ringing?
He considered ignoring the phone for a second before groaning and going in search of the phone. Usually they would just try again and again until he was ready to smash his phone on the wall. So the blonde pushed himself up from his comfy writing chair in search of the phone.
If he remembered correctly he had left it here somewhere in the living room. Since his lover was on tour his appartment was once again his clean and non-chaotical self as if Shuichi had never happened. A smirk passed over his features as he thought of the dynamic singer. They've been living together for five months now after that incident in New York. They hadn't talked about it again and he prefered it that way.
It was still hard on him dealing with his past but Shuichi made everything brighter more bearable. He actually admitted to himself yesterday that he missed him. Something what he wouldn't even admit to the baka in his dreams. But to him it was a further step in the right direction. Mika would probably whoop for joy if she would ever hear him talking about his emotional progress but of course he'd either pay hell a visit than having a chat about his feelings with his older sister.
She believed that shrinks know the answers to everything anyway. As if they weren't only manipulating your mind into spilling all your secrets. No thanks.
He sighed and ripped a pillow from the couch making a mental note that burying his phone somewhere in furniture made the ringing noises though considerably quieter but unfortunately the more persistant as well. He had considered turning it off in the past but it was always followed by a visit of a very pissed off manager and before he got her out of the appartment again his inspirations were usually all gone.
And there they always say men were insensitive. They probably never met people like that woman or his sister. The latter one definetely fell also into that class. Not that he was very good dealing with human being feelings himself but since he prefered to just pack his things and got out of there he never really had had a problem with it.
Well, until a certain pink haired baka popped out of nowhere of course. He had been just too persistant. Damn, he did it again. Even bugging me when he's not here, he thought.
The phone continued to ring. About seven minutes now. Obviously someone who knew him very well. He raked his hand through his blonde hair in frustration.
"Damn, where is that blasted phone?!" He almost shouted. The blonde was attempted to kick the couch but noting that he was barefeet as usual he dropped that thought asap. For a moment he silently glared at the couch as if to convince it to just spit out the phone until a thought crossed his mind. Lowering himself to his knees he squeezed his hand inbetween the cushions and voilà there was that little bugger. Finally. With a triumphant small grin he wiped his brow and pushed the button to receive the call.
As soon as he heard the voice on the other side though he wished he'd never found it.
"For heaven's sake Eiri are you trying to push me? Do you think I have nothing better to do than to wait ten minutes until you pick up the phone?" Came the furious voice through the phone.
"Nice to talk to you too, sister." He replied sarcastically. "And if I remember correctly that it was you who called in the first place and not me so try to be a bit more patient with me."
He could hear her sucking in her breath as she tried to calm down herself. Then there were another voice. Apparently Tohma was with her at least he thought he recognized his brother-in-law's gentle voice.
"Let me talk to him, Mika." He could hear a muffled exchange of words through the phone. Obviously they were arguing again. He rolled his eyes. God, where they having another crisis and trying to tell him now they're getting a divorce?
Knowing his sister and Tohma they probably thought he'd kill himself after news like that. As if he would care what they were doing. Ever since the incident in New York things were a bit strained between the head of NG and his sister. Not that it was his fault or something. They had never really talked about it and he just got on with his life expecting them to do the same. No such luck there though.
He shook his head. If they don't speed things up a bit he would have to wait here forever. It was time to intervene.
"Listen. If you have something to say to me, spit it out. I have work to do and I don't have all night."
A cough was heard on the other side. Obviously Tohma was the victor in their disagreement.
"Eiri…" Came the unusual hesitant voice of his brother-in-law.
He nodded impatiently before realizing that Tohma couldn't see him. The blonde frowned and grunted a "yes" out.
When still nothing came he lost it.
"For heaven's sake what is it with you people today? Will you just tell me what is going on or do I need a special permission from the government to know your secret?"
He knew he was acting very strange and he just hoped Tohma wouldn't comment on it. It was just that when Shuichi wasn't around and he was stuck alone in his appartment then the cool demeanor would vanish rather quickly leaving him nervous and on the edge and the annoying phone calls didn't make it any better either.
Tohma sighed. "I'm sorry, Eiri. It's just very difficult for me. Since your mood wasn't very eh good lately."
Yuki frowned. So he was that transparent already.
"He's had an accident and is now in the hospital for a check-up. It's nothing serious the doctor said. Just a slight bumb to the head. And –"
Tohma didn't get in any farther since Yuki had already slammed down the phone and was probably already on his way to the hospital.
"Now that wasn't that bad. I would have thought he'd have a fit." He commented thoughtfully starring at the beeping phone in his hand.
"Dream on. You won't know what's hitting you when he arrives here and with his way of driving he'll be here in less than fifteen minutes. Good luck, husband-dear." Mika waved her hand at him while sauntering over to the waiting room leaving him to deal with a bad-tempered Yuki Eiri.
Tohma hung his head in defeat.
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Well, took me some time to start a new Gravi story. I prefered to start a new one. Btw, do you also have those portable house phones? I'm having a similar problem as Yuki has. I'm a nanny right now and my little one always plays with the phone and then drops it somewhere. It's quite annoying. I always have to call the phone with my cell phone and then go on a search for it. And it's worse when there's an incoming call and you finally find the phone and then they hang up. Anyway I hope you liked Yuki. Since it's his POV I think it's not that bad OOC. Anyway it's only fiction. Btw the idea may seem old but it'll be different than usually. P.S. Any ideas for a better story title?
