Ryuichi to Ai no Yuki ~ Chapter 04 ~
Tohma and the others chattered a few hours later. Ryuichi had been left in his room to rest a bit. Shuichi was laughing at a joke Noriko had told when an odd feeling came over him.
Sakuma Ryuichi opened his eyes weakly. He blinked a few times, eyes widening with realization. A nurse came over, checking his IV and blood pressure. Ryuichi swallowed hoarsely. "Ma'am?" He asked uncertainly. The nurse looked up at him. "Yes..." She looked at his chart. "...Sakuma-san? Can I get you something?" "Get me Shuichi." Ryuichi said, his tone flat. The nurse frowned. "Shuichi?" She asked. "The pink haired one. Please, get me Shuichi!!" Ryuichi said again, his voice rising slightly at the end. He was beginning to panic.
Shuichi paled, standing suddenly. Tohma blinked at him, seeing Shuichi simply start walking toward Ryuichi's room, his face empty save for a hint of worry. Tohma got up to follow, but a hand on his arm stopped him. He turned around to see...
"Nakano-san? Nani..." Tohma began. Hiroshi just shook his head at Tohma. The president sat back down, feeling slightly defeated.
Shuichi walked slowly down the hall toward Ryuichi's room. He felt strange, as if a part of his mind were open that he wasn't used to. He felt panic inside him, but it was...strangely distant. As if it weren't his own. As he neared the door, he heard screaming. His footsteps quickened, but time seemed to crawl. Why couldn't he get there fast enough?
Tohma sighed, putting his head in his hands. Everything was a mess. Eiri- san was accustomed to having Shindou-san around. Tohma was accustomed to loving Yuki Eiri, who could care less. Mika hadn't made love to him in a month, and before then it had been sporadic and lacking the usual passion. Ryuichi was ill, and Tohma had a feeling that his youthful heart had fluttered in the direction of a certain pink-haired singer. Yes, it was indeed a mess.
Shuichi's heart nearly stopped as he entered Ryuichi's room. His idol was sitting up in bed, active and awake. So active, in fact, that he was trying apparently trying to run away. "NO!! I want Shuichi!!" Ryuichi shouted, arms stretched out toward Shuichi. "Bring Shuichi to me!!" Ryuichi cried out. Shuichi blinked. He was standing right there... Ryuichi was surely looking right at him...unless... Shuichi gasped. "Oh God."
Ryuichi's ears twitched. "Shuichi!!" Ryuichi cried out again, reaching as far as his arms would go, and far as the strong nurse would let him. Shuichi found it hard to think. He went over to Ryuichi numbly, placing a hand on Ryuichi's cheek gently, as if he feared the other man would shatter at his touch. Ryuichi leaned into Shuichi's hand eagerly, his empty eyes sliding closed. Shuichi's eyes shimmered with tears. The nurse looked at the two of the with a sad expression, and left silently.
Shuichi took the shaking man into his arms, slightly hesitant. Ryuichi only leaned into him more. Shuichi couldn't hold back his tears. Sakuma Ryuichi... his idol... his first crush... his inspiration... was blind.
Ryuichi seemed to sense his thoughts, and gripped the pink haired young man more tightly. "It killed them." Ryuichi nearly whispered. Shuichi lifted his head off of Ryuichi's shoulder. "Killed what?" He asked softly. "The fever. I heard the nurses outside earlier." Ryuichi began, beginning to shake with small sobs. "They said... it killed them... Shuichi... the fever killed my eyes...I can't see..." Ryuichi said, now sobbing harshly onto Shuichi's shoulder. Shuichi just held him as tightly as he could, his own heart breaking into a million pieces.
Seguchi Tohma froze in the doorway. He had heard everything. The great lead singer of the legendary Nittle Grasper was blind. Tohma felt as if his legs were going to fade away under him, and he turned to walk back to the waiting room, stunned beyond words.
Yuki Eiri sighed for the millionth time. Hiroshi, Mika, and Noriko were playing a game called "First Thing You Think Of When..." and it was driving him insane. It sounded to him eerily similar to the game psychiatrists had tried on him after the incident in New York, and that wasn't a time he preferred to be reminded of.
"Fork." "Spoon." "Yogurt." "Yogurt?" "Yeah. You eat yogurt with a spoon, don't you? Keep going." "Fine. Fruit." "Flies." "Ick!" "You're not very good at this game..."
Eiri Yuki blinked as Tohma walked back into the waiting room, looking if his world had crumbled. He immediately feared the worst. That wasn't a look that was ever seen in Tohma's eyes, and it chilled his blood. He noticed that the others had ceased their game, and were now carrying the same apprehensive expression he was. The two women were immediately near him, helping him sit down, and trying to get him to say something. Anything. Mika glanced at Eiri, frowning. Eiri nodded, walking over to Tohma. If anyone could get Tohma to open up, it was Yuki Eiri.
"Tohma." Yuki said, purposely dropping all formality as he addressed him. This caused Tohma to look at him, not nearly as startled as he normally would have been.
Shuichi heard rustling behind him and barely saw a flash of champagne colored hair leaving the doorway. He frowned. Why hadn't Tohma announced himself as usual? Then Shuichi realized he must have heard. He bit his lip worriedly, as he looked down at the person in his arms.
Ryuichi was fast asleep by now, making soft mews that Shuichi knew would stop if he let go. He couldn't help but wonder why he was so attached to the idol he held. Sure, he was extremely handsome, but he still, by no means, knew his true nature. Ryuichi moved, making Shuichi shift slightly. Shuichi sighed, caressing Ryuichi's hair. The only though going through his mind was that his inspiration didn't deserve this, none of it. Fate was a cold hearted bitch.
Tohma's mind was foggy. His long time friend, band mate... he blinked, trying to clear his head. He blinked again as he heard someone calling his name. He looked up, trying not to look as shocked as he felt. Eiri. HIS Eiri was using his given name? Tohma smiled a pathetically weak, but true, smile. Yuki Eiri smirked as usual, then asked him what was wrong. Tohma's smile died promptly. "Is it Ryuichi? Is something wrong with him?" Noriko asked him. He looked deep into her eyes. They held a look that only the two of them understood. She knew something was wrong, she always did. Tohma could only nod. He then stood suddenly, causing everyone to jump a bit. Tohma began walking toward the cafeteria silently, but then turned slightly. "Noriko, do you remember when you, Ryuichi and I went skiing years ago?" He asked quietly. Noriko nodded somberly. "Poor Ryuichi went straight into a pole. Knocked the sight out of him for a couple hours, gave us a good scare." She said, not quite getting it. Tohma stared at her. Hard. She paled. "No. Don't pull shit like that, Tohma." She said, standing, a serious look on her face. Tohma just nodded curtly, turning on his heel, and walking to the cafeteria. He needed coffee.
Shuichi still held Ryuichi, his arms becoming sore and stiff in the process. He was about to fall asleep himself, when he heard soft singing. Half asleep, he wondered if it was an angel he held. Shikai wo nukedashita panorama no dimension [In the panorama dimension that has escaped my sight]
Kanpeki na gitai wa tada furueru [It is your perfect body that can't stop shaking]
Cheap na shokushu wa mitsu wo motomeru reaction [As a reaction, my cheap hands reach out, longing for your secrets]
Tsumetakutemo hiwai na kimi ga mitai [Even if I am cold, I want to see the obscene you] Shuichi's arms tightened around Ryuichi. That song wasn't ballad, yet it had been sung as one. The serious tone of the lyrics made it painful to his ears when sung so disturbing measured, so deliberately drawn out. His voice sounded so empty as he sang... "Ryuichi." Shuichi stated, (dropping formalities, considering he was sitting here holding the guy). The changed caused Ryuichi to blink. "Shuichi no like song? Song is shiny!" Ryuichi said, going into child mode once again. Shuichi let out a small sigh. He knew all too well that this personality was a defense mechanism. Ryuichi was feeling insecure, so he hid behind a childish persona. "Tohma was in the doorway earlier. He heard." Shuichi said, softening his tone greatly. He felt Ryuichi stiffen and watched the man's eyes go wide. "Why didn't he say hi to Ryuichi?" Ryuichi asked quietly, eye shimmering with tears that weren't allowed to fall. Shuichi began caressing his hair again. "He was in shock I think. I've never seen him move so quickly. Don't worry, he'll be back. You shine too brightly for him not to come back." Shuichi said softly, nuzzling his face into Ryuichi's hair. Ryuichi answered him with a soft mewing noise. They both jumped as Noriko burst into the room loudly.
"Ryuichi!" She yelled, somewhat breathlessly, having run up three flights of stairs. Ryuichi lifted his head, holding out one arm toward the voice. "Nori-chan!" He glittered. Noriko came over, taking the hand he held out and putting it to her face. She noticed how close he and Shuichi were, but said nothing. Ryuichi's eyes grew serious. "Nori-chan..." He began, voice dropping two octaves. "Am I still in Nittle Grasper?" He asked, voice quavering. She gasped, moving quickly to hug him. Shuichi let go (a bit grudgingly) to give her more room. Shuichi couldn't help but feel left out, but also felt that she had more right to him than he did. "Ryu-chan... you actually think we'd kick you out? After all we went through? Never! Besides, you're the sexy one of the group. We need you to sell records." She said, laughing at the last part, half of her own humor and half to let Ryuichi know she meant it as a joke. Ryuichi smirked. "I'M the sexy one? Now see here, Miss Noriko. I happen to know that there are a great number of Internet shrines dedicated to you." He said, voice deeper than Shuichi had ever heard it. It gave him chills, but the good kind of chills. Gods, how he wished it was he Ryuichi was calling the sexy one. He smirked, voicing his thoughts. "Guess that doesn't leave much room for me then, i'll leave you to alone to um..." He coughed for emphasis. "COMFORT each other." Shuichi said, making sure his steps were slightly louder as he walked toward the door. "Oh no you don't!" Ryuichi shouted, jumping off the bed. Shuichi squealed slightly, not expecting such an extreme move, and definitely not expecting Ryuichi to jump so openly into a world he couldn't see. Before he knew it, Ryuichi had him pinned against the cement block wall, much like Eiri Yuki used to do. "Ha!" Said Ryuichi. Shuichi had to wonder if being blind bothered Ryuichi at all while he was in what Tatsuha called "sexy mode." Shuichi meeped again. Ryuichi laughed. Noriko had enough of this. She brushed past the two of them, goosing Ryuichi on the way out. He chuckled. "All in good time, Nori-chan, all in good time." He called after her, then turned his attention back to Shuichi. "Well this certainly is an...interesting reaction..." Shuichi stumbled. He swallowed anxiously, hoping that the other man would get off of him. Or get off ON me... Shuichi thought, then felt a bit ashamed. "Let me guess, you want me to be all depressed and isolated, right? Is that the normal reaction?" Ryuichi asked in a tone Shuichi couldn't place. Shuichi frowned. "No. That wouldn't suit you at all. I just didn't expect to be shoved into a wall by the sexiest man alive." Shuichi, blinking at the end. He did NOT just say that... oh yes he did. Shit. The grin of Ryuichi's face told him that it had been well received as well. Shuichi gulped as Ryuichi's right hand fumbled for the doorknob carelessly, locking it. They put locks on hospital room doors? How... nice... Shuichi thought. He didn't have a chance to think of much else as Ryuichi pressed his body against his own. Shuichi's world stopped. This was Sakuma Ryuichi, his lifetime idol, doing this. Hell YES!! Shuichi grinned, wrapping his arms around Ryuichi, running hands through his hair. "That's better..." Murmured Ryuichi, pushing warm lips against those of the pink haired one, who responded with equal ferocity. "I've wanted you from the first day I saw you, Shindou. And I know you've wanted me. I can see it. Well, I could anyway." Ryuichi said, chuckling. I guess it really doesn't bother him... Shuichi thought distractedly. Ryuichi pushed in further with his hips, causing Shuichi to moan slightly. "You have no idea how kinky this is for me now..." Ryuichi breathed in his ear. Shuichi knew, but didn't say anything. He wasn't very old, but he HAD tried some stuff. Ryuichi had just put a hand up his shirt when someone tried to open the door. "Dammit..." Ryuichi cursed harshly in English, backing off from Shuichi. Ryuichi unlocked the door, throwing it open and standing in it, looking greatly peeved. "WHAT." stated Ryuichi bluntly, still in English. Shuichi noticed that he tended to use the language when angry. Standing in the door was a very startled looking Seguchi Tohma.
Tohma and the others chattered a few hours later. Ryuichi had been left in his room to rest a bit. Shuichi was laughing at a joke Noriko had told when an odd feeling came over him.
Sakuma Ryuichi opened his eyes weakly. He blinked a few times, eyes widening with realization. A nurse came over, checking his IV and blood pressure. Ryuichi swallowed hoarsely. "Ma'am?" He asked uncertainly. The nurse looked up at him. "Yes..." She looked at his chart. "...Sakuma-san? Can I get you something?" "Get me Shuichi." Ryuichi said, his tone flat. The nurse frowned. "Shuichi?" She asked. "The pink haired one. Please, get me Shuichi!!" Ryuichi said again, his voice rising slightly at the end. He was beginning to panic.
Shuichi paled, standing suddenly. Tohma blinked at him, seeing Shuichi simply start walking toward Ryuichi's room, his face empty save for a hint of worry. Tohma got up to follow, but a hand on his arm stopped him. He turned around to see...
"Nakano-san? Nani..." Tohma began. Hiroshi just shook his head at Tohma. The president sat back down, feeling slightly defeated.
Shuichi walked slowly down the hall toward Ryuichi's room. He felt strange, as if a part of his mind were open that he wasn't used to. He felt panic inside him, but it was...strangely distant. As if it weren't his own. As he neared the door, he heard screaming. His footsteps quickened, but time seemed to crawl. Why couldn't he get there fast enough?
Tohma sighed, putting his head in his hands. Everything was a mess. Eiri- san was accustomed to having Shindou-san around. Tohma was accustomed to loving Yuki Eiri, who could care less. Mika hadn't made love to him in a month, and before then it had been sporadic and lacking the usual passion. Ryuichi was ill, and Tohma had a feeling that his youthful heart had fluttered in the direction of a certain pink-haired singer. Yes, it was indeed a mess.
Shuichi's heart nearly stopped as he entered Ryuichi's room. His idol was sitting up in bed, active and awake. So active, in fact, that he was trying apparently trying to run away. "NO!! I want Shuichi!!" Ryuichi shouted, arms stretched out toward Shuichi. "Bring Shuichi to me!!" Ryuichi cried out. Shuichi blinked. He was standing right there... Ryuichi was surely looking right at him...unless... Shuichi gasped. "Oh God."
Ryuichi's ears twitched. "Shuichi!!" Ryuichi cried out again, reaching as far as his arms would go, and far as the strong nurse would let him. Shuichi found it hard to think. He went over to Ryuichi numbly, placing a hand on Ryuichi's cheek gently, as if he feared the other man would shatter at his touch. Ryuichi leaned into Shuichi's hand eagerly, his empty eyes sliding closed. Shuichi's eyes shimmered with tears. The nurse looked at the two of the with a sad expression, and left silently.
Shuichi took the shaking man into his arms, slightly hesitant. Ryuichi only leaned into him more. Shuichi couldn't hold back his tears. Sakuma Ryuichi... his idol... his first crush... his inspiration... was blind.
Ryuichi seemed to sense his thoughts, and gripped the pink haired young man more tightly. "It killed them." Ryuichi nearly whispered. Shuichi lifted his head off of Ryuichi's shoulder. "Killed what?" He asked softly. "The fever. I heard the nurses outside earlier." Ryuichi began, beginning to shake with small sobs. "They said... it killed them... Shuichi... the fever killed my eyes...I can't see..." Ryuichi said, now sobbing harshly onto Shuichi's shoulder. Shuichi just held him as tightly as he could, his own heart breaking into a million pieces.
Seguchi Tohma froze in the doorway. He had heard everything. The great lead singer of the legendary Nittle Grasper was blind. Tohma felt as if his legs were going to fade away under him, and he turned to walk back to the waiting room, stunned beyond words.
Yuki Eiri sighed for the millionth time. Hiroshi, Mika, and Noriko were playing a game called "First Thing You Think Of When..." and it was driving him insane. It sounded to him eerily similar to the game psychiatrists had tried on him after the incident in New York, and that wasn't a time he preferred to be reminded of.
"Fork." "Spoon." "Yogurt." "Yogurt?" "Yeah. You eat yogurt with a spoon, don't you? Keep going." "Fine. Fruit." "Flies." "Ick!" "You're not very good at this game..."
Eiri Yuki blinked as Tohma walked back into the waiting room, looking if his world had crumbled. He immediately feared the worst. That wasn't a look that was ever seen in Tohma's eyes, and it chilled his blood. He noticed that the others had ceased their game, and were now carrying the same apprehensive expression he was. The two women were immediately near him, helping him sit down, and trying to get him to say something. Anything. Mika glanced at Eiri, frowning. Eiri nodded, walking over to Tohma. If anyone could get Tohma to open up, it was Yuki Eiri.
"Tohma." Yuki said, purposely dropping all formality as he addressed him. This caused Tohma to look at him, not nearly as startled as he normally would have been.
Shuichi heard rustling behind him and barely saw a flash of champagne colored hair leaving the doorway. He frowned. Why hadn't Tohma announced himself as usual? Then Shuichi realized he must have heard. He bit his lip worriedly, as he looked down at the person in his arms.
Ryuichi was fast asleep by now, making soft mews that Shuichi knew would stop if he let go. He couldn't help but wonder why he was so attached to the idol he held. Sure, he was extremely handsome, but he still, by no means, knew his true nature. Ryuichi moved, making Shuichi shift slightly. Shuichi sighed, caressing Ryuichi's hair. The only though going through his mind was that his inspiration didn't deserve this, none of it. Fate was a cold hearted bitch.
Tohma's mind was foggy. His long time friend, band mate... he blinked, trying to clear his head. He blinked again as he heard someone calling his name. He looked up, trying not to look as shocked as he felt. Eiri. HIS Eiri was using his given name? Tohma smiled a pathetically weak, but true, smile. Yuki Eiri smirked as usual, then asked him what was wrong. Tohma's smile died promptly. "Is it Ryuichi? Is something wrong with him?" Noriko asked him. He looked deep into her eyes. They held a look that only the two of them understood. She knew something was wrong, she always did. Tohma could only nod. He then stood suddenly, causing everyone to jump a bit. Tohma began walking toward the cafeteria silently, but then turned slightly. "Noriko, do you remember when you, Ryuichi and I went skiing years ago?" He asked quietly. Noriko nodded somberly. "Poor Ryuichi went straight into a pole. Knocked the sight out of him for a couple hours, gave us a good scare." She said, not quite getting it. Tohma stared at her. Hard. She paled. "No. Don't pull shit like that, Tohma." She said, standing, a serious look on her face. Tohma just nodded curtly, turning on his heel, and walking to the cafeteria. He needed coffee.
Shuichi still held Ryuichi, his arms becoming sore and stiff in the process. He was about to fall asleep himself, when he heard soft singing. Half asleep, he wondered if it was an angel he held. Shikai wo nukedashita panorama no dimension [In the panorama dimension that has escaped my sight]
Kanpeki na gitai wa tada furueru [It is your perfect body that can't stop shaking]
Cheap na shokushu wa mitsu wo motomeru reaction [As a reaction, my cheap hands reach out, longing for your secrets]
Tsumetakutemo hiwai na kimi ga mitai [Even if I am cold, I want to see the obscene you] Shuichi's arms tightened around Ryuichi. That song wasn't ballad, yet it had been sung as one. The serious tone of the lyrics made it painful to his ears when sung so disturbing measured, so deliberately drawn out. His voice sounded so empty as he sang... "Ryuichi." Shuichi stated, (dropping formalities, considering he was sitting here holding the guy). The changed caused Ryuichi to blink. "Shuichi no like song? Song is shiny!" Ryuichi said, going into child mode once again. Shuichi let out a small sigh. He knew all too well that this personality was a defense mechanism. Ryuichi was feeling insecure, so he hid behind a childish persona. "Tohma was in the doorway earlier. He heard." Shuichi said, softening his tone greatly. He felt Ryuichi stiffen and watched the man's eyes go wide. "Why didn't he say hi to Ryuichi?" Ryuichi asked quietly, eye shimmering with tears that weren't allowed to fall. Shuichi began caressing his hair again. "He was in shock I think. I've never seen him move so quickly. Don't worry, he'll be back. You shine too brightly for him not to come back." Shuichi said softly, nuzzling his face into Ryuichi's hair. Ryuichi answered him with a soft mewing noise. They both jumped as Noriko burst into the room loudly.
"Ryuichi!" She yelled, somewhat breathlessly, having run up three flights of stairs. Ryuichi lifted his head, holding out one arm toward the voice. "Nori-chan!" He glittered. Noriko came over, taking the hand he held out and putting it to her face. She noticed how close he and Shuichi were, but said nothing. Ryuichi's eyes grew serious. "Nori-chan..." He began, voice dropping two octaves. "Am I still in Nittle Grasper?" He asked, voice quavering. She gasped, moving quickly to hug him. Shuichi let go (a bit grudgingly) to give her more room. Shuichi couldn't help but feel left out, but also felt that she had more right to him than he did. "Ryu-chan... you actually think we'd kick you out? After all we went through? Never! Besides, you're the sexy one of the group. We need you to sell records." She said, laughing at the last part, half of her own humor and half to let Ryuichi know she meant it as a joke. Ryuichi smirked. "I'M the sexy one? Now see here, Miss Noriko. I happen to know that there are a great number of Internet shrines dedicated to you." He said, voice deeper than Shuichi had ever heard it. It gave him chills, but the good kind of chills. Gods, how he wished it was he Ryuichi was calling the sexy one. He smirked, voicing his thoughts. "Guess that doesn't leave much room for me then, i'll leave you to alone to um..." He coughed for emphasis. "COMFORT each other." Shuichi said, making sure his steps were slightly louder as he walked toward the door. "Oh no you don't!" Ryuichi shouted, jumping off the bed. Shuichi squealed slightly, not expecting such an extreme move, and definitely not expecting Ryuichi to jump so openly into a world he couldn't see. Before he knew it, Ryuichi had him pinned against the cement block wall, much like Eiri Yuki used to do. "Ha!" Said Ryuichi. Shuichi had to wonder if being blind bothered Ryuichi at all while he was in what Tatsuha called "sexy mode." Shuichi meeped again. Ryuichi laughed. Noriko had enough of this. She brushed past the two of them, goosing Ryuichi on the way out. He chuckled. "All in good time, Nori-chan, all in good time." He called after her, then turned his attention back to Shuichi. "Well this certainly is an...interesting reaction..." Shuichi stumbled. He swallowed anxiously, hoping that the other man would get off of him. Or get off ON me... Shuichi thought, then felt a bit ashamed. "Let me guess, you want me to be all depressed and isolated, right? Is that the normal reaction?" Ryuichi asked in a tone Shuichi couldn't place. Shuichi frowned. "No. That wouldn't suit you at all. I just didn't expect to be shoved into a wall by the sexiest man alive." Shuichi, blinking at the end. He did NOT just say that... oh yes he did. Shit. The grin of Ryuichi's face told him that it had been well received as well. Shuichi gulped as Ryuichi's right hand fumbled for the doorknob carelessly, locking it. They put locks on hospital room doors? How... nice... Shuichi thought. He didn't have a chance to think of much else as Ryuichi pressed his body against his own. Shuichi's world stopped. This was Sakuma Ryuichi, his lifetime idol, doing this. Hell YES!! Shuichi grinned, wrapping his arms around Ryuichi, running hands through his hair. "That's better..." Murmured Ryuichi, pushing warm lips against those of the pink haired one, who responded with equal ferocity. "I've wanted you from the first day I saw you, Shindou. And I know you've wanted me. I can see it. Well, I could anyway." Ryuichi said, chuckling. I guess it really doesn't bother him... Shuichi thought distractedly. Ryuichi pushed in further with his hips, causing Shuichi to moan slightly. "You have no idea how kinky this is for me now..." Ryuichi breathed in his ear. Shuichi knew, but didn't say anything. He wasn't very old, but he HAD tried some stuff. Ryuichi had just put a hand up his shirt when someone tried to open the door. "Dammit..." Ryuichi cursed harshly in English, backing off from Shuichi. Ryuichi unlocked the door, throwing it open and standing in it, looking greatly peeved. "WHAT." stated Ryuichi bluntly, still in English. Shuichi noticed that he tended to use the language when angry. Standing in the door was a very startled looking Seguchi Tohma.