Anti Nostalgic
A Gravitation fanfiction.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, it belongs to genius maki Murakami. This is written from Hiro's POV. I'm very attached to Hiro, I feel bad because I think his feelings for Shuichi are always shuffled under the melodrama of Yuki and Shuichi's relationship. And also because Hiro made me want strawberry pocky. =D Enjoy my fic!
Some things in life really bother me.
I usually remember them very clearly; certain events never cease to piss me off, and I'm a fairly cool-headed guy. But some things never leave me. Like when I failed a test in middle school. My mother nearly went insane, I felt so horrible about myself. And when Shu got molested by Taki and his thugs.
But the one that I remember the most.. was when Shuichi first decided he loved Yuki.
I'm not the jealous type, usually. But you've got to understand- Shuichi, as my vocalist, was just that, MINE. His craziness was only mine to ponder and understand, his hyperactivity mine to laugh at, and his pain mine to soothe. He's been my best friend for ages, and life without him and Bad Luck is an empty life indeed. No amount of dating or med school or success could replace one goofy, wide grin of his.
Shuichi is my closest friend, and I trust him with my life, though most would laugh at that considering how damn clumsy he is. But still.. I'd trust him. We've done so much together, it's like we've been together forever. And, then, everything changes. Everything changes because he meets an author in a park and gets insulted and takes it personally.
Something as simple as that changed everything. Shuichi is no longer my Shuichi - his concentration is on Yuki, always.
Yuki. Yuki, Yuki, Yuki, Yuki, Yuki. It's all that comes out of his mouth. As a friend, I'm there to support him. It was me, after all, who had suggested Shuichi find a relationship as an outlet for energy.
I didn't tell him to go fall in love and attach to a split-personality, mean, sadistic, female-loved romance novelist.
Yuki.. I can't stand the way he treats Shuichi. It sickens me, sometimes. It's even worse when people attempt to take advantage of Shuichi's feelings for Yuki for publicity.
We're rock stars, yes. But we're not inhuman. But it seems I'm the only one bothered by it, on this crazy merry-go-round world of Bad Luck.
I often wonder my place with Shuichi. I'm his guitarist, we made Bad Luck together, it's our lifeblood. I'm the one he comes to for advice and comfort, usually having to do with the blond he's gotten so clingy to. But, I suppose, it's better than nothing. If Shuichi still sees me as a source of advice, our friendship stands firm. I hope that's always the way things are.
If not, there would be a lot more things in life that really bother me. And so, I sit here, thinking up all these memories of Shuichi that make me smile and laugh and want to cry and hit something all together. I know it's wrong of me to love someone I can't have. I've read enough romance and sung enough songs to know that, surely.
But I can't help it..
Shuichi..
I guess I really am anti nostalgic... funny, considering the person I love made so many memories with me, and will probably spend the rest of his life making more with Eiri Yuki.
Hey, now that I remember.. that test in middle school, the one I failed - it was because I couldn't concentrate.
See, this pink-haired boy was sitting in front of me...
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A Gravitation fanfiction.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, it belongs to genius maki Murakami. This is written from Hiro's POV. I'm very attached to Hiro, I feel bad because I think his feelings for Shuichi are always shuffled under the melodrama of Yuki and Shuichi's relationship. And also because Hiro made me want strawberry pocky. =D Enjoy my fic!
Some things in life really bother me.
I usually remember them very clearly; certain events never cease to piss me off, and I'm a fairly cool-headed guy. But some things never leave me. Like when I failed a test in middle school. My mother nearly went insane, I felt so horrible about myself. And when Shu got molested by Taki and his thugs.
But the one that I remember the most.. was when Shuichi first decided he loved Yuki.
I'm not the jealous type, usually. But you've got to understand- Shuichi, as my vocalist, was just that, MINE. His craziness was only mine to ponder and understand, his hyperactivity mine to laugh at, and his pain mine to soothe. He's been my best friend for ages, and life without him and Bad Luck is an empty life indeed. No amount of dating or med school or success could replace one goofy, wide grin of his.
Shuichi is my closest friend, and I trust him with my life, though most would laugh at that considering how damn clumsy he is. But still.. I'd trust him. We've done so much together, it's like we've been together forever. And, then, everything changes. Everything changes because he meets an author in a park and gets insulted and takes it personally.
Something as simple as that changed everything. Shuichi is no longer my Shuichi - his concentration is on Yuki, always.
Yuki. Yuki, Yuki, Yuki, Yuki, Yuki. It's all that comes out of his mouth. As a friend, I'm there to support him. It was me, after all, who had suggested Shuichi find a relationship as an outlet for energy.
I didn't tell him to go fall in love and attach to a split-personality, mean, sadistic, female-loved romance novelist.
Yuki.. I can't stand the way he treats Shuichi. It sickens me, sometimes. It's even worse when people attempt to take advantage of Shuichi's feelings for Yuki for publicity.
We're rock stars, yes. But we're not inhuman. But it seems I'm the only one bothered by it, on this crazy merry-go-round world of Bad Luck.
I often wonder my place with Shuichi. I'm his guitarist, we made Bad Luck together, it's our lifeblood. I'm the one he comes to for advice and comfort, usually having to do with the blond he's gotten so clingy to. But, I suppose, it's better than nothing. If Shuichi still sees me as a source of advice, our friendship stands firm. I hope that's always the way things are.
If not, there would be a lot more things in life that really bother me. And so, I sit here, thinking up all these memories of Shuichi that make me smile and laugh and want to cry and hit something all together. I know it's wrong of me to love someone I can't have. I've read enough romance and sung enough songs to know that, surely.
But I can't help it..
Shuichi..
I guess I really am anti nostalgic... funny, considering the person I love made so many memories with me, and will probably spend the rest of his life making more with Eiri Yuki.
Hey, now that I remember.. that test in middle school, the one I failed - it was because I couldn't concentrate.
See, this pink-haired boy was sitting in front of me...
end