Disclaimer: I don't own Gravi, nor do I own any of the characters.
This is the first gravi fic, and it's pretty old. I hope you enjoy it anyway.
Enjoy your read....
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"So Let me bet this straight, you're upset because you jacked up during a performance and now K-san is pissed?"
"Uh huh" Shuichi nodded his pink head up and down, tears growing in his violet eyes.
Yuki sighed and leaned back against his couch, letting the information sink in. He rested his head against his palm, trying to keep the headache threatening to form from coming.
It was always like this with the kid- always the same damn problems, the same damn nuisances. Sometimes he wondered why he even kept this up...
His gold eyes met Shuichi's, the boy's still full of tears, but another thing glimmered in them, hope. Hope that Yuki would make it all better; hope that everything would be okay.
Yuki sighed; it'd be so easy to dump this kid; so easy...but still...
"Well..." Yuki replied slowly.
Shuichi perked up from his seat beside Yuki, eyes staring up at him intently. Shuichi would hang onto every word he spoke, and Yuki knew that. That's why it was so hard to say this next line, but it had to be done.
"What are you, some kind of five year old?!" He snorted, "It's far too immature for someone your ages to be shitting up the stage with your damned babyish thoughts!"
Yuki felt Shuichi slump down on the couch. If he had any remaining pride, it was now extinguished.
Yuki sighed quietly, and snuck at peek at the boy.
Shuichi looked like any normal Japanese boy, besides the hair and eyes of course. Yuki ran a hand through his own bright yellow hair, hair so different from a normal person.
That is the reason you left Japan in the first place, he reminded himself, drawing up the past once again. That is why he had fled to New York, to get away.
But New York wasn't safe either. There he had been betrayed and there he had committed his most terrible crime.
Tokyo and New York: so different, yet neither of them could he call home.
"Yuki," a quiet voice, bare audible spoke up
Yuki sighed, still deep in thought, "Hmn?"
He turned to look at Shuichi, whose head was bowed low toward the floor. He couldn't see Shuichi's face among the masses of knotted, tangled hair, but his voice was more than enough to show Yuki how he felt.
"I'm sorry," he murmured.
He looked up suddenly, forcing a smile on his face, "I'm always such trouble for you, aren't I...."
Yuki felt his heart skip a beat.
Trouble?
Here he had treated this boy like crap, ridiculing his problems like there were nothing but garbage, and yet he still apologized?
Yuki shook his head.
"Don't be stupid, baka," he muttered.
Shuichi leapt up immediately, and before Yuki could even realize what had happened, Shuichi was on his lap, suffocating his body his body in an embrace.
"Yuki!" he crowed, his voice at least fifty decimals higher than before.
His eyes glittered, filling with stars.
"Say it again, Yuki! Say it again!"
Yuki smirked in response, "Not on your life, baka."
Shuichi's only reply was a tighter and Yuki found himself fighting for breath.
To his surprise, he found himself smiling, despite the situation he was in.
He may not have had Tokyo nor New York to call home, but at least here, in this boy's embrace he had a place to call home.
"Yuki, Yuki, Yuki!" Shuichi repeated over and over in a sing, song voice.
Yuki tilted his head back once more, and feeling the boy finally nestle into his lap, let out a smile.
the end....