disclaimer: Gravitation, and the Gravitation characters, are not mine. They belong to Maki Murakami.
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My Wish
prolouge: Diagnosis
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It was raining again. How cliche. Just like those novels where something bad would happen; always raining, or when the protagonist would be going through emotional termoil. Just like in Eiri Yuki's novels. Shuichi never thought he'd be the one to say that something about his lover was actually cliche, actually like someone else.
Shuichi closed the door as silently as he could, only creating a soft click as the latch slipped into place. He would grab his things and go, skipping off to Hiro's apartment where he would hide out until...until he couldn't hide anymore. He looked an absolute mess, his pink hair dull with dirt and unkempt, his clothes were dirty, and his emotional state didn't seem to be doing all that well considering he looked like hell itself had just passed over.
As he crept around he breathed a sigh of relief as he realized that his lover wasn't home yet. Straightening up, Shuichi walked into the hallway and opened up the closet door. There were his things, hidden at the back in a box in hopes that Eiri wouldn't find it in the off chance that he needed something from this particular tiny storage room. Shuichi pulled out the box and stuffed the journals there into a bag slung over one shoulder. He proceeded to make his way down the hall to the bedroom which he opened and proceeded into the quiet, empty room. Getting to that closet, he opened the door and took out some clothes, not bothering to look at which ones, only knowing they were his and would be comfortable. He slipped in one of Eiri's shirts. He would ask Hiro to return it after...something he was not ready to admit just yet.
Pulling the zipper up on the bag, thus closing it, the pink haired singer quietly slipped out of the room, closing the door, kicked the box half hazardly back into the back of the hallway closet as he walked by and closed that door, Shuichi walked out of the house, and out of Eiri's life.
Walking out of the gate, the boy looked back at the house one last time before sprinting down the street, running off towards the sunset, and towards his best friend's apartment. He didn't see the sunlight eyes set off by golden hair peeking through the window at the far end of the house, from the study, so he also didn't get to see those eyes harden into gold before the blinds fell down with a snap.
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The curtain flowing across his face is what awakened Shuichi that morning. The wind outside blew lazily across his face and Shuichi sighed, breathing in the deep Autumn air. How many more days could he lay here just enjoying the breeze and the peacefulness of the hour? Peaceful, his eyes opened revealing thoughtful violet orbs.
It had never been peaceful with Eiri. His emotions were on a constant rollercoaster; one moment good and then the next bad and then the next worse back to good. Never better, as Eiri was still determined to be Eiri Yuki the novelist, never Eiri Uesugi the boy. Shuichi sighed as he flipped over onto his stomach, allowing his fingers to ghost over the floor.
It had been two days since he had left Eiri's house, three days since he had last been to work. Speaking of work, was that Hiro arguing with K out in the living room? Sure sounded like it.
Shuichi rose up with a groan, stumbling to the door, raising a fist to his mouth as he coughed out of his dry throat. Since when had he acquired a headache? Since he knew a confrontation was coming up.
"I know you know where that singer of yours is. Now, where is he?" K was asking as Shuichi stepped into the living room.
"K-san?" he yawned, dropping his hand as he stared down the barrel of a gun.
"Sing." Shuichi shook his head, turning his head to the side as he coughed yet again.
"I'm not feeling well, K-san," Shuichi said as he leaned against Hiro tiredly. Hiro cast a worried look at his friend over his shoulder, a look which K caught.
K leveled the gun at Hiro. "Why not?"
The two boys shared a half glance, Hiro receiving a nod from Shuichi. Hiro turned back, running a hand through his dark hair. "We need to speak to Seguchi-san."
K slowly lowered his gun, glancing back and forth between the two boys. "Why not Sakano?" Sakano was their producer and K was thier manager, two of the people who kept Bad Luck in the world and at the top. K was a bit...bizarre in his dealings with the group, spruing them all on with threats and guns. Sakano was the 'crazed mother hen' of the group, serving them tea and making sure they were all right and getting them what they wanted.
Shuichi nodded his head and yawned with a hand placed over his mouth lightly. "Him too."
K looked at Shuichi and studied him for a long moment of silence before nodding. "I'll arrange it."
"No," Hiro said while shaking his head, sending a glance back at Shuichi. "We need to speak with him now." Shuichi nodded in both approval and agreement from his place at Hiro's shoulder.
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Seven gunpoints and four death threats later found them all standing in Tohma Seguchi's office, Sakano flitting around like some nervous butterfly in a web as he waited for his boss to arrive. When the door opened again, he scrambled to it and bowed down to the ground before Tohma's feet.
"I don't know what this is about, sir! I really don't!"
Tohma stepped passed Sakano, giving the producer a small pat on the head as he walked by, and settled himself at his desk before observing the other people in the room from over his steepled fingers. He turned his eyes to Shuichi who stood close to Hiro, and slightly behind as if Hiro would protect him from people like K, or maybe even Tohma himself.
"You're looking a little pale, Shindou-san. Would you mind telling me what is going on?" he asked the occupants off to the back of the room. Suguru sat down on the couch by the wall where his other two bandmates stood. He knew what was coming, having been warned the night Shuichi ran away to Hiro's apartment.
"We are disbanding Bad Luck, Seguchi-san," Hiro said, taking up the position of spokesperson for the group. "Shuichi can't sing, and I refuse to play for any recording studio without him." Shuichi silently grabbed Hiro's sleeve as he leaned on the couch's armrest, next to Suguru. Confrontation always made him nervous and exhausted. "We have informed Suguru of this and he agrees that we should give out the public notice of Bad Luck's ending sometime before the week is out."
Tohma frowned. It was a Wednesday after all, and not really that much time to set up a press conference. He turned thoughtful for a moment, going over what Hiro said in his mind.
"Shindou-san can't or won't sing anymore?" he asked after a moment of the tense atmosphere in which Sakano had dived for K as the American had pulled out his gun again.
"He can't, Seguchi-san," Suguru said, finally speaking up from his position on the couch, arms crossed in an almost defensive position before him.
"Why the hell not?!" K yelled as he broke away from Bad Luck's producer.
"I'm sick," came a soft voice from Hiro's side. K stopped his charge on the trio by the wall. Tohma raised an eyebrow in a silent, politely confused question. Hiro sighed, muttering under his breath, almost not loud enough for the other people in the room to hear. Almost.
"Shuichi has /cancer/."
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...........Okay then. I'm sorry for all wrong imformation on cancer, I really don't know that much about it. I'm kinda just going off on what I think would work out for the story. ....But hey, I am the author aren't I? Well, consider it a new type of cancer. Poor Shuichi.
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My Wish
prolouge: Diagnosis
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It was raining again. How cliche. Just like those novels where something bad would happen; always raining, or when the protagonist would be going through emotional termoil. Just like in Eiri Yuki's novels. Shuichi never thought he'd be the one to say that something about his lover was actually cliche, actually like someone else.
Shuichi closed the door as silently as he could, only creating a soft click as the latch slipped into place. He would grab his things and go, skipping off to Hiro's apartment where he would hide out until...until he couldn't hide anymore. He looked an absolute mess, his pink hair dull with dirt and unkempt, his clothes were dirty, and his emotional state didn't seem to be doing all that well considering he looked like hell itself had just passed over.
As he crept around he breathed a sigh of relief as he realized that his lover wasn't home yet. Straightening up, Shuichi walked into the hallway and opened up the closet door. There were his things, hidden at the back in a box in hopes that Eiri wouldn't find it in the off chance that he needed something from this particular tiny storage room. Shuichi pulled out the box and stuffed the journals there into a bag slung over one shoulder. He proceeded to make his way down the hall to the bedroom which he opened and proceeded into the quiet, empty room. Getting to that closet, he opened the door and took out some clothes, not bothering to look at which ones, only knowing they were his and would be comfortable. He slipped in one of Eiri's shirts. He would ask Hiro to return it after...something he was not ready to admit just yet.
Pulling the zipper up on the bag, thus closing it, the pink haired singer quietly slipped out of the room, closing the door, kicked the box half hazardly back into the back of the hallway closet as he walked by and closed that door, Shuichi walked out of the house, and out of Eiri's life.
Walking out of the gate, the boy looked back at the house one last time before sprinting down the street, running off towards the sunset, and towards his best friend's apartment. He didn't see the sunlight eyes set off by golden hair peeking through the window at the far end of the house, from the study, so he also didn't get to see those eyes harden into gold before the blinds fell down with a snap.
*-*-*-*
The curtain flowing across his face is what awakened Shuichi that morning. The wind outside blew lazily across his face and Shuichi sighed, breathing in the deep Autumn air. How many more days could he lay here just enjoying the breeze and the peacefulness of the hour? Peaceful, his eyes opened revealing thoughtful violet orbs.
It had never been peaceful with Eiri. His emotions were on a constant rollercoaster; one moment good and then the next bad and then the next worse back to good. Never better, as Eiri was still determined to be Eiri Yuki the novelist, never Eiri Uesugi the boy. Shuichi sighed as he flipped over onto his stomach, allowing his fingers to ghost over the floor.
It had been two days since he had left Eiri's house, three days since he had last been to work. Speaking of work, was that Hiro arguing with K out in the living room? Sure sounded like it.
Shuichi rose up with a groan, stumbling to the door, raising a fist to his mouth as he coughed out of his dry throat. Since when had he acquired a headache? Since he knew a confrontation was coming up.
"I know you know where that singer of yours is. Now, where is he?" K was asking as Shuichi stepped into the living room.
"K-san?" he yawned, dropping his hand as he stared down the barrel of a gun.
"Sing." Shuichi shook his head, turning his head to the side as he coughed yet again.
"I'm not feeling well, K-san," Shuichi said as he leaned against Hiro tiredly. Hiro cast a worried look at his friend over his shoulder, a look which K caught.
K leveled the gun at Hiro. "Why not?"
The two boys shared a half glance, Hiro receiving a nod from Shuichi. Hiro turned back, running a hand through his dark hair. "We need to speak to Seguchi-san."
K slowly lowered his gun, glancing back and forth between the two boys. "Why not Sakano?" Sakano was their producer and K was thier manager, two of the people who kept Bad Luck in the world and at the top. K was a bit...bizarre in his dealings with the group, spruing them all on with threats and guns. Sakano was the 'crazed mother hen' of the group, serving them tea and making sure they were all right and getting them what they wanted.
Shuichi nodded his head and yawned with a hand placed over his mouth lightly. "Him too."
K looked at Shuichi and studied him for a long moment of silence before nodding. "I'll arrange it."
"No," Hiro said while shaking his head, sending a glance back at Shuichi. "We need to speak with him now." Shuichi nodded in both approval and agreement from his place at Hiro's shoulder.
*-*-*-*
Seven gunpoints and four death threats later found them all standing in Tohma Seguchi's office, Sakano flitting around like some nervous butterfly in a web as he waited for his boss to arrive. When the door opened again, he scrambled to it and bowed down to the ground before Tohma's feet.
"I don't know what this is about, sir! I really don't!"
Tohma stepped passed Sakano, giving the producer a small pat on the head as he walked by, and settled himself at his desk before observing the other people in the room from over his steepled fingers. He turned his eyes to Shuichi who stood close to Hiro, and slightly behind as if Hiro would protect him from people like K, or maybe even Tohma himself.
"You're looking a little pale, Shindou-san. Would you mind telling me what is going on?" he asked the occupants off to the back of the room. Suguru sat down on the couch by the wall where his other two bandmates stood. He knew what was coming, having been warned the night Shuichi ran away to Hiro's apartment.
"We are disbanding Bad Luck, Seguchi-san," Hiro said, taking up the position of spokesperson for the group. "Shuichi can't sing, and I refuse to play for any recording studio without him." Shuichi silently grabbed Hiro's sleeve as he leaned on the couch's armrest, next to Suguru. Confrontation always made him nervous and exhausted. "We have informed Suguru of this and he agrees that we should give out the public notice of Bad Luck's ending sometime before the week is out."
Tohma frowned. It was a Wednesday after all, and not really that much time to set up a press conference. He turned thoughtful for a moment, going over what Hiro said in his mind.
"Shindou-san can't or won't sing anymore?" he asked after a moment of the tense atmosphere in which Sakano had dived for K as the American had pulled out his gun again.
"He can't, Seguchi-san," Suguru said, finally speaking up from his position on the couch, arms crossed in an almost defensive position before him.
"Why the hell not?!" K yelled as he broke away from Bad Luck's producer.
"I'm sick," came a soft voice from Hiro's side. K stopped his charge on the trio by the wall. Tohma raised an eyebrow in a silent, politely confused question. Hiro sighed, muttering under his breath, almost not loud enough for the other people in the room to hear. Almost.
"Shuichi has /cancer/."
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...........Okay then. I'm sorry for all wrong imformation on cancer, I really don't know that much about it. I'm kinda just going off on what I think would work out for the story. ....But hey, I am the author aren't I? Well, consider it a new type of cancer. Poor Shuichi.