Love Lemonade
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Disclaimer: Gravi and it's characters are not mine, just so you know. Thank you all for reading this far, and a special thank you to all of my reveiwers. I'm so glad that you like my story. ^__^
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Ch.2
Shuichi
I gave myself a scary thought when I arrived at my best friend's home that day. I think I always end up at his house whenever my lover treats me badly, or any time I feel needy for that matter. I never knew why, but every single time I was yelled at or abandoned, I would run here for cover. Maybe I thought of it as a sanctuary, a kind of place where I would be safe from the world. It would be better for me if I stay here, but something still pulls at my heart, telling me to return home. Wow, I think that's the first time I've called that place home. It is missing so much that my parents house, or even Hiro's house has. There is no love there. I may never truly be happy while I'm with him. Yet I still press on. I am an idiot, just like Yuki says. Although he treats me so badly sometimes, I know there is a bit of good in him. There has to be somewhere! Otherwise he wouldn't have taken me in, or let me see him cry! He has to care a little bit, right? Who am I fooling? See, another scary thought is that, no matter how much I need Yuki, he probably doesn't need me at all. So, why can't I hate him, let alone forget about him? I guess I just can't. I'm sure everyone asks themselves those questions sometime.
Slowly, my gaze turns upward, staring at the huge sky in front of me. I smile, half of a smile really, and question myself. I don't think I've ever felt this strong. Normally, I would be crying. Today, for some reason, the negative outlook I had has just disappeared, all of my feelings of hopelessness along with it. I like thinking that I'm strong. After all, I don't like to give up. But what about Eiri? Does he care if I'm gone?
"I wonder what I'm gonna do." I sigh softly. Not only was I alone, but I was kinda cold. It was . . . let's see . . . February 12th I think. Not really a warm time of the month for Tokyo. I pull down the sleeves to my shirt, hoping it could bring me a bit more comfort. Of course, nothing could warm me up like my Eiri wrapping his arms around me and saying in his angst covered voice: "Shuichi, your cheeks look pale. Here, let me warm you up." Ah! That would be just what I need to feel better!
Well by that time, I was swallowed by thoughts of Yuki. I didn't know how he could do that to me. We had gotten along so well up until now. Well, not really. He was cold to me, very cold. In fact, I think we only just got by. I'm almost sure that Yuki only let me stay there in exchange for sex and cleaning the house without destroying anything. I can't help but feel like I am stupid. He took advantage of me. I feel so used. . . like a convenience store or something. I swipe a tear or two from my cheeks as I walk down the busy sidewalk. I feel forced to think about what happened that morning, for some reason.
//"I said, shut up. Should I be more blunt because you're too stupid to understand?"
"Yuki, why are you mad at me? Did I do anything wrong?"
"I have plenty of reason to be mad at you. You're loud, annoying, troublesome, and it's costing money to house you. To put it bluntly, I want you out."
"Yuki. . . ."//
I was so shocked when I ran out of his room. I remember exactly how it hurt when he grabbed my wrist and threw me away. I wanted to shrivel up and die. It took me awhile to regain my composure and come here.
//"Yuki! Let me in. Please, Yuki! Why can't you let me in?" //
I sounded so pathetic then. My tears come in short sobs, making my long orange sleeves wet. Why couldn't I just get him out of my head? I looked up though bubble gum pink bangs to see a hotel. I could stay there for the night. Just until I can think of something. I feel so cold, but it isn't the same cold I felt when I left then. It's on the inside. Help me, Yuki. I feel like I'm gonna die.
Yuki
For a strange reason, I'm a creature of habit. All I can think about is cigarettes, alcohol, and sex. I starve for these basic things in my life, so here I find myself, in the arms of another and fucking the stupid bitch till my breath is gone. I want to get my Shuichi back. He is at least better in bed than this hag. By chance, I came across the fangirl while returning from my long walk to the store, a job usually given to my muse. That's just like him to be gone when I need really him. Damn it, I was out of cigarettes and I was about to die from a nicotine deficiency. She practically pounced on me and started wailing about some book I had written. Me, being a creature of habit, invited the harlot into my bed. I honestly don't know why I cannot live without it. I assume it must be denial rearing it's ugly head again. How I loathe the taste of defeat. I think about the one I call a lover. How is it that he keeps coming back for more, despite all that I do to him. My lover seems to have a way with things. He is stubborn beyond fathom and will do anything to get his way. I love that fire about him. It burns in my mind, raising my peak of pleasure as I imagine him wrestling underneath me, covered in perspiration and wishing for me and only me.
He gives me my way with him, asking for more and begging me to fill him. The man, no longer a gangly teenager full of energy and noise, plants calm and tiny kisses along the length of my body, purposely sending each one straight into my heart. I want to tell him how much I love his every inch of perfect skin touching mine in the kindest ways. He whispers the three angelic words yet again into my sensitive ears. I want him to know that he's driving me crazy, even when we are apart.
"Damn it Shu, what have you done to me?" I say with a soft moan. Miwata I think, or whatever name the poor bitch was saddled with, ceases movement underneath me. I pull out and reach for my cigarettes and lighter. Nicotine can cure this. I've had enough of her anyway.
"Wow. That was so good! I want your number. Maybe we can do this again sometime." She collapses on my bed, turning her sweat-covered body in my clean sheets.
"Really? That's nice." I try to avoid contact with her as I pull on a pair of black pants and a white shirt. I've gotten what I want already.
"Hey . . . Who the hell is Shu?" She questions. Shit. Why the hell is she still here? I glare at the pest, letting her know that her presence is unwelcome .
"Who the hell are you?" I reply coldly, taking another long drag from my cigarette a moment later. I'm satisfied with my come back.
"What?" She says in a harsh whisper. I smile maliciously, savoring the taste of menthol on my tongue.
"You heard me. I don't know you, get out of my apartment."
"But . . . You don't want . . . "
"No. I don't want your phone number." I say in a mocking tone, blowing smoke in the girl's face which shortly thereafter turns blush red. She pulls on her clothes and marches out the door. I chuckle a bit, then my mind goes right back to my lover. That is where it belongs, after all. I can imagine him, having a ball at his friends house, ready to come back home to me the next day.
But what if he didn't. . . .
I close my eyes, swallowing the image of him whole, letting it fill me, and even arouse me. I exhale the smoke from my lungs only to take another draw a moment later. He must have wanted so much from me, all of the things I never gave him. Love, for one, but what about respect and caring? Did he want this too? I just couldn't see how he could stay with me so long. Then again, I couldn't see how he could stay with me any longer. I open my eyes. The smell of sex hangs heavily in the room. I hate it when it isn't mixed with that sweet strawberry smell that intoxicates me. Shuichi. In a blind panic, I race to the shower, stripping as I go. How could I not feel sick after doing that?
I let the scalding water wash away my sweat and guilt. I can't even breathe as I stand, head tilted upwards and steam filling my lungs. I feel as though I've committed the ultimate sin. I hadn't felt this bad after sex since I deflowered the idiot I call a boyfriend. Slinking down to the hard tile, I once again feel a pang of regret.
"God, or whoever the hell is keeping me alive, give him back to me. Please." Drops of water hang from my bangs like jewels from a chandelier. Each droplet slowly gives way, falling onto my praying hands. I haven't prayed ever since I was a child.
Shuichi
"Please, God. Please make Yuki see how much he is hurting me. Please bring him to me . . . " I cry as I look through a hotel room window that night. I know, I really sound pathetic now. It is worth a try though. Anything is worth it if it will let me be with Yuki again. Because no matter how cold he seems on the outside, it's only to hide his feelings on the inside. No one is that cold. He does love me. I know it.
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A/N:
Wow, I have lots of reviewers! Thank you all again for reveiwing! You all seem to like my story fine, so I feel compelled to write more ^__^ . As for the topic of my story seeming typical, don't worry, the story will start to take a few bizzare twists and turns soon! But nothing too crazy of course. Thank you all once again. Ja ne Minna-san!
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Disclaimer: Gravi and it's characters are not mine, just so you know. Thank you all for reading this far, and a special thank you to all of my reveiwers. I'm so glad that you like my story. ^__^
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Ch.2
Shuichi
I gave myself a scary thought when I arrived at my best friend's home that day. I think I always end up at his house whenever my lover treats me badly, or any time I feel needy for that matter. I never knew why, but every single time I was yelled at or abandoned, I would run here for cover. Maybe I thought of it as a sanctuary, a kind of place where I would be safe from the world. It would be better for me if I stay here, but something still pulls at my heart, telling me to return home. Wow, I think that's the first time I've called that place home. It is missing so much that my parents house, or even Hiro's house has. There is no love there. I may never truly be happy while I'm with him. Yet I still press on. I am an idiot, just like Yuki says. Although he treats me so badly sometimes, I know there is a bit of good in him. There has to be somewhere! Otherwise he wouldn't have taken me in, or let me see him cry! He has to care a little bit, right? Who am I fooling? See, another scary thought is that, no matter how much I need Yuki, he probably doesn't need me at all. So, why can't I hate him, let alone forget about him? I guess I just can't. I'm sure everyone asks themselves those questions sometime.
Slowly, my gaze turns upward, staring at the huge sky in front of me. I smile, half of a smile really, and question myself. I don't think I've ever felt this strong. Normally, I would be crying. Today, for some reason, the negative outlook I had has just disappeared, all of my feelings of hopelessness along with it. I like thinking that I'm strong. After all, I don't like to give up. But what about Eiri? Does he care if I'm gone?
"I wonder what I'm gonna do." I sigh softly. Not only was I alone, but I was kinda cold. It was . . . let's see . . . February 12th I think. Not really a warm time of the month for Tokyo. I pull down the sleeves to my shirt, hoping it could bring me a bit more comfort. Of course, nothing could warm me up like my Eiri wrapping his arms around me and saying in his angst covered voice: "Shuichi, your cheeks look pale. Here, let me warm you up." Ah! That would be just what I need to feel better!
Well by that time, I was swallowed by thoughts of Yuki. I didn't know how he could do that to me. We had gotten along so well up until now. Well, not really. He was cold to me, very cold. In fact, I think we only just got by. I'm almost sure that Yuki only let me stay there in exchange for sex and cleaning the house without destroying anything. I can't help but feel like I am stupid. He took advantage of me. I feel so used. . . like a convenience store or something. I swipe a tear or two from my cheeks as I walk down the busy sidewalk. I feel forced to think about what happened that morning, for some reason.
//"I said, shut up. Should I be more blunt because you're too stupid to understand?"
"Yuki, why are you mad at me? Did I do anything wrong?"
"I have plenty of reason to be mad at you. You're loud, annoying, troublesome, and it's costing money to house you. To put it bluntly, I want you out."
"Yuki. . . ."//
I was so shocked when I ran out of his room. I remember exactly how it hurt when he grabbed my wrist and threw me away. I wanted to shrivel up and die. It took me awhile to regain my composure and come here.
//"Yuki! Let me in. Please, Yuki! Why can't you let me in?" //
I sounded so pathetic then. My tears come in short sobs, making my long orange sleeves wet. Why couldn't I just get him out of my head? I looked up though bubble gum pink bangs to see a hotel. I could stay there for the night. Just until I can think of something. I feel so cold, but it isn't the same cold I felt when I left then. It's on the inside. Help me, Yuki. I feel like I'm gonna die.
Yuki
For a strange reason, I'm a creature of habit. All I can think about is cigarettes, alcohol, and sex. I starve for these basic things in my life, so here I find myself, in the arms of another and fucking the stupid bitch till my breath is gone. I want to get my Shuichi back. He is at least better in bed than this hag. By chance, I came across the fangirl while returning from my long walk to the store, a job usually given to my muse. That's just like him to be gone when I need really him. Damn it, I was out of cigarettes and I was about to die from a nicotine deficiency. She practically pounced on me and started wailing about some book I had written. Me, being a creature of habit, invited the harlot into my bed. I honestly don't know why I cannot live without it. I assume it must be denial rearing it's ugly head again. How I loathe the taste of defeat. I think about the one I call a lover. How is it that he keeps coming back for more, despite all that I do to him. My lover seems to have a way with things. He is stubborn beyond fathom and will do anything to get his way. I love that fire about him. It burns in my mind, raising my peak of pleasure as I imagine him wrestling underneath me, covered in perspiration and wishing for me and only me.
He gives me my way with him, asking for more and begging me to fill him. The man, no longer a gangly teenager full of energy and noise, plants calm and tiny kisses along the length of my body, purposely sending each one straight into my heart. I want to tell him how much I love his every inch of perfect skin touching mine in the kindest ways. He whispers the three angelic words yet again into my sensitive ears. I want him to know that he's driving me crazy, even when we are apart.
"Damn it Shu, what have you done to me?" I say with a soft moan. Miwata I think, or whatever name the poor bitch was saddled with, ceases movement underneath me. I pull out and reach for my cigarettes and lighter. Nicotine can cure this. I've had enough of her anyway.
"Wow. That was so good! I want your number. Maybe we can do this again sometime." She collapses on my bed, turning her sweat-covered body in my clean sheets.
"Really? That's nice." I try to avoid contact with her as I pull on a pair of black pants and a white shirt. I've gotten what I want already.
"Hey . . . Who the hell is Shu?" She questions. Shit. Why the hell is she still here? I glare at the pest, letting her know that her presence is unwelcome .
"Who the hell are you?" I reply coldly, taking another long drag from my cigarette a moment later. I'm satisfied with my come back.
"What?" She says in a harsh whisper. I smile maliciously, savoring the taste of menthol on my tongue.
"You heard me. I don't know you, get out of my apartment."
"But . . . You don't want . . . "
"No. I don't want your phone number." I say in a mocking tone, blowing smoke in the girl's face which shortly thereafter turns blush red. She pulls on her clothes and marches out the door. I chuckle a bit, then my mind goes right back to my lover. That is where it belongs, after all. I can imagine him, having a ball at his friends house, ready to come back home to me the next day.
But what if he didn't. . . .
I close my eyes, swallowing the image of him whole, letting it fill me, and even arouse me. I exhale the smoke from my lungs only to take another draw a moment later. He must have wanted so much from me, all of the things I never gave him. Love, for one, but what about respect and caring? Did he want this too? I just couldn't see how he could stay with me so long. Then again, I couldn't see how he could stay with me any longer. I open my eyes. The smell of sex hangs heavily in the room. I hate it when it isn't mixed with that sweet strawberry smell that intoxicates me. Shuichi. In a blind panic, I race to the shower, stripping as I go. How could I not feel sick after doing that?
I let the scalding water wash away my sweat and guilt. I can't even breathe as I stand, head tilted upwards and steam filling my lungs. I feel as though I've committed the ultimate sin. I hadn't felt this bad after sex since I deflowered the idiot I call a boyfriend. Slinking down to the hard tile, I once again feel a pang of regret.
"God, or whoever the hell is keeping me alive, give him back to me. Please." Drops of water hang from my bangs like jewels from a chandelier. Each droplet slowly gives way, falling onto my praying hands. I haven't prayed ever since I was a child.
Shuichi
"Please, God. Please make Yuki see how much he is hurting me. Please bring him to me . . . " I cry as I look through a hotel room window that night. I know, I really sound pathetic now. It is worth a try though. Anything is worth it if it will let me be with Yuki again. Because no matter how cold he seems on the outside, it's only to hide his feelings on the inside. No one is that cold. He does love me. I know it.
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A/N:
Wow, I have lots of reviewers! Thank you all again for reveiwing! You all seem to like my story fine, so I feel compelled to write more ^__^ . As for the topic of my story seeming typical, don't worry, the story will start to take a few bizzare twists and turns soon! But nothing too crazy of course. Thank you all once again. Ja ne Minna-san!