Eri-Sama: I had to take a break from my X-Men fic, but at least I finally
updated it. I absolutely LOVE Gravitation, but I don't own it sigh I didn't
know how this would turn out, but here it is! Oh, and I have them say Shui-
chan 'cause that's how it sounds to me, don't like it, ignore it, you all
know who I'm talking about. I'm kidding! Don't hurt me.
Uesugi Eiri sat on a 747 headed back to Japan. His blond hair hung into his eyes while he stared out the window into the darkness, knowing there was only icy ocean below and a few islands here and there. He was going back, back home, just like he told his brother-in-law.
Eiri rose from the grave of Yuki, his former teacher, the one who betrayed him and helped him become the ice prince he now was. Touma had come up behind him while he placed the flowers.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going back, back home." Yuki responded, then walked away. Touma stared at his form as he walked away, face betraying his usually tough exterior.
So here he was, on his way home. He believed this trip had changed him, that he could finally let go of his pain, open up and let his pink angel in. Of course, he already barged his way into his life, his home, his heart, but it would truly be something else for Yuki Eiri to admit it.
'I'm ready to reclaim my life, and I know Shuichi must be part of it.' As his eyes scanned the darkness below, watching it slowly fade to the violets associated with dawn, he heard whispers across the aisle.
"Isn't that Yuki Eiri?" A woman's voice whispered quite loudly to the man next to her.
"Hmm, I wouldn't know, I don't track romance novel authors." The man returned to his magazine, only glancing out of the corner of his eye to see the blonde slim figure across the aisle.
'When I get home, I'll speak to my publisher about going on hiatus. I have to get myself out of the spotlight, even if I'll still be on people's lips for my relationship with Shuichi.'
I sat up with a start from my couch/bed. Kami-sama, what time is it? What is that ringing? I roll over and fall from the couch. "Itai. Cursed phone." After crawling the few feet to my phone I pick it up, I assume it only rang 5 times. "Moshi moshi? Shindo-desu."
"Good morning, Shuichi." It was Hiro. He even sounded like he was mocking me.
"Dammit, Hiro, do you know what time it is?" I looked around the room, desperate to find a clock to tell him.
He chuckled heartily on the other end. "The better question is, do YOU know what time it is?" I grunted at him, turning the clock around to face me and saw it was 2:30.
"Well... we had a late night, I couldn't get to sleep very fast, I was worried about Yuki."
"Enough, already, Shui-chan. K-san said we didn't have to come into the studio, but you might want to get up and shower. I hear Eiri-san is expected back today."
I stood up in a flash. "Honto ni? I have to get ready, the place is a mess, gotta go." I hung up, not even worried that Hiro would be upset about it. I started with my "bed" on the couch, folding and storing the sheet and blanket, sweeping off the pillows, then sweeping the floor. I hurried through the dishes, chipping two, but after they were out of the water, I was much more careful. The rest of the place was pretty clean; I hadn't messed with any of his things so that was fine. I checked the clock and it was only quarter to 4. "I should have asked Hiro when Yuki was expected to be in."
I figured I should hop in the shower so I'd smell and look good for my Yuki. The warm water felt way too good on my skin, I needed to sing.
"Seeing you, and feeling you here with me/ it makes me so sure/ whatever I did wrong's all right/ waking up beside you is still one of my dreams for you/ dream for me/ dreams of how it should be/ yet I stand here alone, waiting for you to come home/ the way things are now wont feel the same / living inside your heart, inside your heart / a prison, kept me out, welcomes me in/ living inside your heart, inside your heart / what does it feel like being close to you."
I quickly rinsed off to get out so I could get the words down.
Eiri fished in his pocket for his keys when he remembered. "K'sou, I sent it back." He decided to try the doorknob and found it open. 'Baka, I wish he weren't so careless.' The door was heavy and continued to swing open from its own weight. Eiri walked in and hung his coat in the closet while slipping his shoes off.
Shuichi chose that moment to step out of the bathroom, clad in two overly damp towels, one on his head, one sort of around his waist. He froze in place when he caught sight of Eiri and they locked eyes. "Y-yuki." Shuichi found restraint, knowing not to move too quickly now that Yuki had returned. He, in fact, walked very slowly across the floor to the doorway.
"Shuichi." Yuki found himself moving toward his Shuichi, meeting him somewhere around one-third the distance there was between them, instantly wrapping his arms around the slender younger man.
'He... he's hugging me. Yuki, my Yuki.' Shuichi couldn't breathe for a few beats while Yuki stroked the skin on his back. "Yuki, ah, Yuki." The younger man nuzzled the blonde, clinging to his body. "Welcome home, Yuki."
The next morning Suguru went to the studio early to make up for lost time. It was about 7am and the first shift guard let him in.
"Good morning, Fujisaki-san. Trying to make up for lost practice time again, aren't you?"
He nearly rolled his eyes. "It would seem I'm the only one who ever does. Good morning to you, too."
"I just let Nakano-san in about twenty minutes ago. No one else of note is here yet. Have a good day, Fujisaki-san."
"Hmm, strange." Suguru walked into the building and up the stairs to their usual practice studio and let himself in, hanging up his jacket on his way to the keyboard. As he set up, he noticed Hiroshi wasn't in the room. He shrugged and started to stretch and warm up, doing trunk twists, stretching out his arms, letting his slender fingers glide across his keyboards. By the time he was through with his scales and warm-ups he wrote for himself he was focused only on playing and didn't notice Hiro walk in.
"Oh, Fujisaki-kun, good morning." Hiro entered and sat and took another drink from his can of soda. Suguru didn't answer him; instead, he started to play a song Hiroshi didn't know, a ballad with an intricate counter melody. Close to what must have been the end of the song Suguru looked up and finally noticed Hiro.
He mouthed some words, stuttering without sound before he found his voice. "Good morning, Nakano-san. Where were you?" He quickly stepped out from his keyboards and combed his fingers through his hair.
Hiro raised an eyebrow at him. "I was in the bathroom, and then I got a drink. Is that okay?"
"Uh, well, e... I just." He fumbled for something to say when he knocked his music over to create a distraction. "Oh, excuse me." As he bent down to pick up the sheets, Hiroshi joined him, helping him, or so he thought. A certain level of fear showed in Suguru's eyes as his met Hiroshi's.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Suguru, was that song... private?"
"Y-yeah, yeah, it was. It's my fault, I simply could have plugged in some headphones so no one could happen by and hear it, it's my fault." He held his free hand out to Hiroshi for the rest of his music and the guitarist slowly handed it back to him. Hiro made Suguru meet his eyes before letting go, causing the younger boy to frown and blush.
Hiro simply smirked at the boy, quite pleased that he could get such a reaction from the boy. After Suguru turned around and cleared his throat, he started talking again. "How's Usami-san, did she and Tatsuha go home yet?"
"Well, uh... yeah, they left yesterday." Hiroshi trailed off as the events of the previous morning played in his head.
"Ayaka-chan, I've missed you. I hope you enjoyed the concert."
"I'm glad Shindou-san was able to make it, Nakano-san."
"Why do you still call me that, Ayaka-chan? It's so... formal, especially between friends."
She turned away from him, sipping on a milkshake as her face held tears in check with a frown. "I still don't feel close to you, like something is keeping me from you somehow, something you can't admit to yourself, let alone to me."
"Really, I'm sure you're just..."
"Do you like men, Nakano-san?" The anger and determination on her face made him squirm. Of course, her accusations were right, but how could she know?
"What makes you think that, Ayaka?"
"It's Shindou-san. The look on your face when you worry about him unnerves me."
Hiroshi sighed, happy that her reason was unsupported. He started to speak but she held up her hand and continued. "And, when Tatsuha stayed with you, he heard you say a guy's name, but he wouldn't tell me who." She wrung her hands in her lap. "I'm not sure I want to know who, just to know whether its true. This... I'll just say it's not a reassuring thing when the only two men in your life aside from family would prefer a man's company to your own."
"Ayaka, it's true, but I didn't want to tell you because I knew nothing would come of it. I really like you, Ayaka-chan."
"I'm breaking up with you, Nakano-san. You cannot have it both ways with me."
"Nakano-san? Hey! I asked you a question. Ne, Hiro!" Suguru nearly shouted at the redhead.
Hiro shook himself from the flashback and cleared his throat. "Fujisaki- kun? Have you had breakfast yet?"
Suguru only had a few seconds to look at Hiro questioningly before he was whisked off and downstairs. "We'll walk, I know this great place a couple of blocks away." Sunglasses and a hat were thrown at Suguru as he put his jacket on and tried to keep up with Hiro's long stride.
Uesugi Eiri sat on a 747 headed back to Japan. His blond hair hung into his eyes while he stared out the window into the darkness, knowing there was only icy ocean below and a few islands here and there. He was going back, back home, just like he told his brother-in-law.
Eiri rose from the grave of Yuki, his former teacher, the one who betrayed him and helped him become the ice prince he now was. Touma had come up behind him while he placed the flowers.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going back, back home." Yuki responded, then walked away. Touma stared at his form as he walked away, face betraying his usually tough exterior.
So here he was, on his way home. He believed this trip had changed him, that he could finally let go of his pain, open up and let his pink angel in. Of course, he already barged his way into his life, his home, his heart, but it would truly be something else for Yuki Eiri to admit it.
'I'm ready to reclaim my life, and I know Shuichi must be part of it.' As his eyes scanned the darkness below, watching it slowly fade to the violets associated with dawn, he heard whispers across the aisle.
"Isn't that Yuki Eiri?" A woman's voice whispered quite loudly to the man next to her.
"Hmm, I wouldn't know, I don't track romance novel authors." The man returned to his magazine, only glancing out of the corner of his eye to see the blonde slim figure across the aisle.
'When I get home, I'll speak to my publisher about going on hiatus. I have to get myself out of the spotlight, even if I'll still be on people's lips for my relationship with Shuichi.'
I sat up with a start from my couch/bed. Kami-sama, what time is it? What is that ringing? I roll over and fall from the couch. "Itai. Cursed phone." After crawling the few feet to my phone I pick it up, I assume it only rang 5 times. "Moshi moshi? Shindo-desu."
"Good morning, Shuichi." It was Hiro. He even sounded like he was mocking me.
"Dammit, Hiro, do you know what time it is?" I looked around the room, desperate to find a clock to tell him.
He chuckled heartily on the other end. "The better question is, do YOU know what time it is?" I grunted at him, turning the clock around to face me and saw it was 2:30.
"Well... we had a late night, I couldn't get to sleep very fast, I was worried about Yuki."
"Enough, already, Shui-chan. K-san said we didn't have to come into the studio, but you might want to get up and shower. I hear Eiri-san is expected back today."
I stood up in a flash. "Honto ni? I have to get ready, the place is a mess, gotta go." I hung up, not even worried that Hiro would be upset about it. I started with my "bed" on the couch, folding and storing the sheet and blanket, sweeping off the pillows, then sweeping the floor. I hurried through the dishes, chipping two, but after they were out of the water, I was much more careful. The rest of the place was pretty clean; I hadn't messed with any of his things so that was fine. I checked the clock and it was only quarter to 4. "I should have asked Hiro when Yuki was expected to be in."
I figured I should hop in the shower so I'd smell and look good for my Yuki. The warm water felt way too good on my skin, I needed to sing.
"Seeing you, and feeling you here with me/ it makes me so sure/ whatever I did wrong's all right/ waking up beside you is still one of my dreams for you/ dream for me/ dreams of how it should be/ yet I stand here alone, waiting for you to come home/ the way things are now wont feel the same / living inside your heart, inside your heart / a prison, kept me out, welcomes me in/ living inside your heart, inside your heart / what does it feel like being close to you."
I quickly rinsed off to get out so I could get the words down.
Eiri fished in his pocket for his keys when he remembered. "K'sou, I sent it back." He decided to try the doorknob and found it open. 'Baka, I wish he weren't so careless.' The door was heavy and continued to swing open from its own weight. Eiri walked in and hung his coat in the closet while slipping his shoes off.
Shuichi chose that moment to step out of the bathroom, clad in two overly damp towels, one on his head, one sort of around his waist. He froze in place when he caught sight of Eiri and they locked eyes. "Y-yuki." Shuichi found restraint, knowing not to move too quickly now that Yuki had returned. He, in fact, walked very slowly across the floor to the doorway.
"Shuichi." Yuki found himself moving toward his Shuichi, meeting him somewhere around one-third the distance there was between them, instantly wrapping his arms around the slender younger man.
'He... he's hugging me. Yuki, my Yuki.' Shuichi couldn't breathe for a few beats while Yuki stroked the skin on his back. "Yuki, ah, Yuki." The younger man nuzzled the blonde, clinging to his body. "Welcome home, Yuki."
The next morning Suguru went to the studio early to make up for lost time. It was about 7am and the first shift guard let him in.
"Good morning, Fujisaki-san. Trying to make up for lost practice time again, aren't you?"
He nearly rolled his eyes. "It would seem I'm the only one who ever does. Good morning to you, too."
"I just let Nakano-san in about twenty minutes ago. No one else of note is here yet. Have a good day, Fujisaki-san."
"Hmm, strange." Suguru walked into the building and up the stairs to their usual practice studio and let himself in, hanging up his jacket on his way to the keyboard. As he set up, he noticed Hiroshi wasn't in the room. He shrugged and started to stretch and warm up, doing trunk twists, stretching out his arms, letting his slender fingers glide across his keyboards. By the time he was through with his scales and warm-ups he wrote for himself he was focused only on playing and didn't notice Hiro walk in.
"Oh, Fujisaki-kun, good morning." Hiro entered and sat and took another drink from his can of soda. Suguru didn't answer him; instead, he started to play a song Hiroshi didn't know, a ballad with an intricate counter melody. Close to what must have been the end of the song Suguru looked up and finally noticed Hiro.
He mouthed some words, stuttering without sound before he found his voice. "Good morning, Nakano-san. Where were you?" He quickly stepped out from his keyboards and combed his fingers through his hair.
Hiro raised an eyebrow at him. "I was in the bathroom, and then I got a drink. Is that okay?"
"Uh, well, e... I just." He fumbled for something to say when he knocked his music over to create a distraction. "Oh, excuse me." As he bent down to pick up the sheets, Hiroshi joined him, helping him, or so he thought. A certain level of fear showed in Suguru's eyes as his met Hiroshi's.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Suguru, was that song... private?"
"Y-yeah, yeah, it was. It's my fault, I simply could have plugged in some headphones so no one could happen by and hear it, it's my fault." He held his free hand out to Hiroshi for the rest of his music and the guitarist slowly handed it back to him. Hiro made Suguru meet his eyes before letting go, causing the younger boy to frown and blush.
Hiro simply smirked at the boy, quite pleased that he could get such a reaction from the boy. After Suguru turned around and cleared his throat, he started talking again. "How's Usami-san, did she and Tatsuha go home yet?"
"Well, uh... yeah, they left yesterday." Hiroshi trailed off as the events of the previous morning played in his head.
"Ayaka-chan, I've missed you. I hope you enjoyed the concert."
"I'm glad Shindou-san was able to make it, Nakano-san."
"Why do you still call me that, Ayaka-chan? It's so... formal, especially between friends."
She turned away from him, sipping on a milkshake as her face held tears in check with a frown. "I still don't feel close to you, like something is keeping me from you somehow, something you can't admit to yourself, let alone to me."
"Really, I'm sure you're just..."
"Do you like men, Nakano-san?" The anger and determination on her face made him squirm. Of course, her accusations were right, but how could she know?
"What makes you think that, Ayaka?"
"It's Shindou-san. The look on your face when you worry about him unnerves me."
Hiroshi sighed, happy that her reason was unsupported. He started to speak but she held up her hand and continued. "And, when Tatsuha stayed with you, he heard you say a guy's name, but he wouldn't tell me who." She wrung her hands in her lap. "I'm not sure I want to know who, just to know whether its true. This... I'll just say it's not a reassuring thing when the only two men in your life aside from family would prefer a man's company to your own."
"Ayaka, it's true, but I didn't want to tell you because I knew nothing would come of it. I really like you, Ayaka-chan."
"I'm breaking up with you, Nakano-san. You cannot have it both ways with me."
"Nakano-san? Hey! I asked you a question. Ne, Hiro!" Suguru nearly shouted at the redhead.
Hiro shook himself from the flashback and cleared his throat. "Fujisaki- kun? Have you had breakfast yet?"
Suguru only had a few seconds to look at Hiro questioningly before he was whisked off and downstairs. "We'll walk, I know this great place a couple of blocks away." Sunglasses and a hat were thrown at Suguru as he put his jacket on and tried to keep up with Hiro's long stride.