AN: Sorry, very short! Major plot point coming up, and this had to end
here. Gomen nasai!! ~ Yue
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Tohma regained his composure quickly. "Ryuichi, I heard some disturbing news. Was I interrupting something?" He said, that ever-present knowing smile on his lips.
"I know that tone, Tohma. What you heard was true." Ryuichi stated, then his voice softened. "I can't see." He murmured quietly.
Tohma surprised everyone my stepped forward to embrace Ryuichi. Tohma was not the cuddly type by any means. Shuichi looked away.
"I met Noriko one the way by, and she told me what you asked her." Tohma began. Ryuichi stiffened visibly. "Ryuichi..." Said Tohma, putting a hand under Ryuichi's chin, as if lifting the singer's eyes to meet his own. Was it just Shuichi or did Tohma's eye waver at the sight of Ryuichi's empty gaze? "You know that you will be always be part of Grasper... you ARE Grasper. You are our pillar, the god of Grasper." Tohma said in a tone Shuichi couldn't identify.
Ryuichi gasped. Tohma hadn't told him that in years. It always made his ego swell, much to his dismay, and he found himself smiling. The closeness of the two other men made Shuichi's heart clench. What was this feeling? It couldn't possibly be envy, could it?
Shuichi quietly left the room. He knew Ryuichi heard him, but he kept going. He couldn't sit there and watch those two; he was the third wheel, and invasion of privacy. He stalked down the hospital corridors, not seeing nor caring for anything around him. Shuichi also did not notice how wet his cheeks were, how his heart ached.
He was in love with Sakuma Ryuichi. The love was returned, but it felt almost like a tease to his heart. Ryuichi was indeed a God. Shuichi sobbed mutely, walking everywhere and nowhere all at once. The infamous Sakuma Ryuichi, the untouchable deity he had watched on television as a young adult. The unapproachable, yet piercingly irresistible idol.
They say its gravitation. Shuichi thought bitterly. Gravitation be damned.
Shuichi stopped where he was. His fists clenched so tightly they were ridged with white. "Damn him. DAMN HIM!! If he is going to toss me around like that, I will conquer him. Blind or not, Sakuma Ryuichi is holy to me. He WILL be MINE." Shuichi growled out loud, frightening three small children and a nurse. Apparently he was louder than he thought.
"Aaaw man, and I was hoping to get some ass." Came a very sarcastic voice behind him. He didn't have to turn around to know who it was. He felt his anger melt and fizzle away. "Hey, Hiro." Shuichi called out to the burgundy haired man a few yards away. The other man smiled, coming over to ruffle Shuichi's pink head. "Come on man, you've been starving yourself since bunny boy was admitted. Let's go get some food." Hiroshi offered. Shuichi's stomach rumbled in response, answering for him. Shuichi blushed.
Hiroshi nodded, and started walking. Shuichi quickly followed.
"I don't know anymore, Tohma." Muttered Ryuichi, who was now sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, Tohma in the chair next to it. Tohma sighed. Ryuichi was known for getting into emotional pits, but this one was one hell of a canyon.
Tohma took out his trump card. He began to sing softly, feeling Ryuichi relax against him. Singing was definitely a strong point for Ryuichi, but Tohma was a completely different case, not minding a few lines to make a harmony behind Ryuichi, but singing by himself was usually VERY much out of the question.
Ryuichi sighed contentedly. Tohma's voice was lovely, even though he didn't get to hear it much. He really wished Tohma had the drive to sing with him more often. Tohma's singing voice was just like his speaking one, the singing soft and melodious.
Tohma sang for quite awhile, until his throat began to get sore. Craning his neck, Tohma could see that Ryuichi had fallen asleep somewhere along the line. Tohma smiled, laying down the sleeping man, and tucking him in as he would a child. He picked up a discarded, and rather pathetic looking Kumagorou, dusting him off, and setting him next to Ryuichi. An arm came from under the blankets, immediately grabbing the rabbit and holding it close. Tohma smirked.
"Rabbit radar." Tohma chuckled under his breath. He always used to say that to Ryuichi back in early Nittle Grasper days, when Noriko used to hide Kumagorou in an attempt to make Ryuichi "grow out" of it. Ryuichi was cunning, always able to walk straight to where the rabbit was hidden, pull him out, and start the snuggling all over again. And now, at 32, the rabbit was still there, a bit worse for wear, but omnipresent as usual. Tohma closed the door quietly behind him as he left. Ryuichi being... as he was now, it was unlikely he would ever loose said rabbit. Tohma would make sure Ryuichi kept him nearby; the singer needed all the security he could get right now.
"A steak!"
Hiroshi blinked, looking up from his menu. "Shu, this is a pizza restaurant." He deadpanned. Shuichi giggled, blushing slightly. "Fine, a steak pizza!" He yelled, looking at Hiroshi triumphantly. The burgundy haired man just shook his head, laughing quietly. Shuichi was a nut. "What are you gonna get, Hiro?" Shuichi said, leaning over the table to peek at Hiroshi's menu. Hiroshi raised an eyebrow. "If you'd get your face out of my face, I'd be able to read it and find out." He said with a grin. Shuichi sat back down, pouting.
Hiroshi looked over the menu for a few minutes. He looked up to see that Shuichi had spaced out and was "looking" out the window. "Shu..." Hiroshi said. "Shuichi..." He tried again, and failed to make the singer alert. "Ok, so anyway I was thinking of getting an order of roasted trash cans with a side of flammable liquids. I'm also getting a job as a nightclub stripper." Hiroshi deadpanned.
Shuichi blinked, looking at Hiroshi. "Huh?"
Tohma regained his composure quickly. "Ryuichi, I heard some disturbing news. Was I interrupting something?" He said, that ever-present knowing smile on his lips.
"I know that tone, Tohma. What you heard was true." Ryuichi stated, then his voice softened. "I can't see." He murmured quietly.
Tohma surprised everyone my stepped forward to embrace Ryuichi. Tohma was not the cuddly type by any means. Shuichi looked away.
"I met Noriko one the way by, and she told me what you asked her." Tohma began. Ryuichi stiffened visibly. "Ryuichi..." Said Tohma, putting a hand under Ryuichi's chin, as if lifting the singer's eyes to meet his own. Was it just Shuichi or did Tohma's eye waver at the sight of Ryuichi's empty gaze? "You know that you will be always be part of Grasper... you ARE Grasper. You are our pillar, the god of Grasper." Tohma said in a tone Shuichi couldn't identify.
Ryuichi gasped. Tohma hadn't told him that in years. It always made his ego swell, much to his dismay, and he found himself smiling. The closeness of the two other men made Shuichi's heart clench. What was this feeling? It couldn't possibly be envy, could it?
Shuichi quietly left the room. He knew Ryuichi heard him, but he kept going. He couldn't sit there and watch those two; he was the third wheel, and invasion of privacy. He stalked down the hospital corridors, not seeing nor caring for anything around him. Shuichi also did not notice how wet his cheeks were, how his heart ached.
He was in love with Sakuma Ryuichi. The love was returned, but it felt almost like a tease to his heart. Ryuichi was indeed a God. Shuichi sobbed mutely, walking everywhere and nowhere all at once. The infamous Sakuma Ryuichi, the untouchable deity he had watched on television as a young adult. The unapproachable, yet piercingly irresistible idol.
They say its gravitation. Shuichi thought bitterly. Gravitation be damned.
Shuichi stopped where he was. His fists clenched so tightly they were ridged with white. "Damn him. DAMN HIM!! If he is going to toss me around like that, I will conquer him. Blind or not, Sakuma Ryuichi is holy to me. He WILL be MINE." Shuichi growled out loud, frightening three small children and a nurse. Apparently he was louder than he thought.
"Aaaw man, and I was hoping to get some ass." Came a very sarcastic voice behind him. He didn't have to turn around to know who it was. He felt his anger melt and fizzle away. "Hey, Hiro." Shuichi called out to the burgundy haired man a few yards away. The other man smiled, coming over to ruffle Shuichi's pink head. "Come on man, you've been starving yourself since bunny boy was admitted. Let's go get some food." Hiroshi offered. Shuichi's stomach rumbled in response, answering for him. Shuichi blushed.
Hiroshi nodded, and started walking. Shuichi quickly followed.
"I don't know anymore, Tohma." Muttered Ryuichi, who was now sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, Tohma in the chair next to it. Tohma sighed. Ryuichi was known for getting into emotional pits, but this one was one hell of a canyon.
Tohma took out his trump card. He began to sing softly, feeling Ryuichi relax against him. Singing was definitely a strong point for Ryuichi, but Tohma was a completely different case, not minding a few lines to make a harmony behind Ryuichi, but singing by himself was usually VERY much out of the question.
Ryuichi sighed contentedly. Tohma's voice was lovely, even though he didn't get to hear it much. He really wished Tohma had the drive to sing with him more often. Tohma's singing voice was just like his speaking one, the singing soft and melodious.
Tohma sang for quite awhile, until his throat began to get sore. Craning his neck, Tohma could see that Ryuichi had fallen asleep somewhere along the line. Tohma smiled, laying down the sleeping man, and tucking him in as he would a child. He picked up a discarded, and rather pathetic looking Kumagorou, dusting him off, and setting him next to Ryuichi. An arm came from under the blankets, immediately grabbing the rabbit and holding it close. Tohma smirked.
"Rabbit radar." Tohma chuckled under his breath. He always used to say that to Ryuichi back in early Nittle Grasper days, when Noriko used to hide Kumagorou in an attempt to make Ryuichi "grow out" of it. Ryuichi was cunning, always able to walk straight to where the rabbit was hidden, pull him out, and start the snuggling all over again. And now, at 32, the rabbit was still there, a bit worse for wear, but omnipresent as usual. Tohma closed the door quietly behind him as he left. Ryuichi being... as he was now, it was unlikely he would ever loose said rabbit. Tohma would make sure Ryuichi kept him nearby; the singer needed all the security he could get right now.
"A steak!"
Hiroshi blinked, looking up from his menu. "Shu, this is a pizza restaurant." He deadpanned. Shuichi giggled, blushing slightly. "Fine, a steak pizza!" He yelled, looking at Hiroshi triumphantly. The burgundy haired man just shook his head, laughing quietly. Shuichi was a nut. "What are you gonna get, Hiro?" Shuichi said, leaning over the table to peek at Hiroshi's menu. Hiroshi raised an eyebrow. "If you'd get your face out of my face, I'd be able to read it and find out." He said with a grin. Shuichi sat back down, pouting.
Hiroshi looked over the menu for a few minutes. He looked up to see that Shuichi had spaced out and was "looking" out the window. "Shu..." Hiroshi said. "Shuichi..." He tried again, and failed to make the singer alert. "Ok, so anyway I was thinking of getting an order of roasted trash cans with a side of flammable liquids. I'm also getting a job as a nightclub stripper." Hiroshi deadpanned.
Shuichi blinked, looking at Hiroshi. "Huh?"