Introductions and Disclaimers from Tenshi
"Gravitation" and all its characters belong to the talented Maki Murakami. I originally wrote and posted this story here in 2001 in the span of a few days and thought I'd clean it up a bit in preparation for Nanowrimo this year. I hope you enjoy it even though it's just a quick write sort of thing! It's pure fluffiness Gravitation style.
"A Dedication to Gravitation"
Track 7: Confessions
The world came back with crystal clear clarity to Shuuichi. The fuzziness and gaiety of the wine was replaced with a crisp vision of each strand of his lover's blonde hair, each tiny fleck of color in his lover's equally blonde eyes, all repeating one word, which rung in his ears.
"Shuu."
Yuki... Yuki Eiri... the amazing novelist whose favorite word was "idiot" had called him
"Shuu."
His heart raced ever so slightly. He was scared. This wasn't Yuki. It couldn't be Yuki. Yuki never called him Shuu, much less.... what else had he said? Shuuichi realized that after he heard the nickname, he hadn't bothered listening to the rest of the sentence. Yuki was walking over to the Christmas tree and picking up a present. Did this mean Yuki had gotten him something? He was thrilled.... excited.... and still scared. Yuki had gotten him things before. But this was different. It was Christmas, and he had called him
"Shuu."
Yuki was now returning with the present. From this short distance, Shuuichi could see the wrapping paper. It wasn't store wrapping paper. Yuki.... Yuki must have wrapped it himself. Not only that... but Yuki... had bought wrapping paper. Shuuichi put a hand to his nose. Yuki had put effort into this. First he had gone shopping. Then he had gotten that interesting looking Christmas tree. And now... he was standing in front of Shuuichi proffering a present.
"Open it." Yuki motioned once again to his lover. There was no harshness to his voice.
Shuuichi took the package from Yuki, his hands and arms trembling slightly. He flipped the package over and put his finger underneath the edge. Slowly, he busted through the tape and pulled away the wrapping paper. Shuuichi didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this.
"Ne, Yuki..." he said holding up a copy of Yuki's "Tension". "I thought you said I wouldn't like this."
"You won't. It's about girls and lovers who kill each other and forced sex and there are no color pictures for you to look at." Yuki flashed one of his devilish smiles at Shuuichi. Oddly, that comforted Shuuichi somewhat. He was acting normal again. This was just like Yuki to give him something weird and somewhat thoughtless. He was about to put the book to the side when Yuki kneeled before him and looked straight into his eyes.
"Read the dedication."
Now Shuuichi was nervous again. Why would he want him to read the dedication? He opened the book and saw a half page dedication, with a title he didn't fully comprehend. Shuuichi forced his body to breathe in and then he began to read.
"A Dedication to Gravitation" came the trembling voice. He continued. "A force we cannot see, nor smell, nor taste, nor touch, nor hear. A force that keeps the stars in the heavens. A force that keeps the sun and moon and earth in perfect alignment and balance. A force that must have been created by the heavens, because of its amazing power." Shuuichi's voice got softer and softer, trembling more and more. "It brings rain and snow to the earth from the skies. It brings..." Shuuichi couldn't find it in himself to continue reading. He looked up at Yuki, his eyes filled with tiny tears.
Yuki closed the book and gently kissed one of Shuuichi's hands. Then he began to recite from memory. "It brings..."
and all eyes in the room were on the writer turned poet, and the singer turned mute.
------
Outside a small apartment in Tokyo, the snow began to gently fall. Inside the small apartment, in an office down a long hallway, a new black desk and black chair was set up in its proper position. On top of that desk was an ashtray, an empty can of beer, and a Sony Vivo laptop. In the laptop, a CD whirred in the disc drive and images of Shuuichi and Yuki's history flashed on the monitor like a slideshow. A blown up picture of the purikura they had taken together. A image taken from the newspaper when Yuki had called Shuuichi his lover. In the background played some soft gentle music that Yuki could listen to while he wrote. In a previous, almost unimaginable life before Yuki, Shuuichi had played keyboard as well. It was neither the most beautiful nor the most talented sounds ever created, but they had been created with heart.
Further down the hallway was a dark living room. A can of whipped cream was lying empty on the couch. The TV had been left on and was silently displaying a choir singing "Joy To The World" in Japanese. The lights on the Christmas tree had been left on, still sparkling through some tinsel. And under that tree, rather than being the remnants of wrapping paper from opened presents, was a green floor length jacket. Followed by a black jacket, and a red sweater, and a white shirt, and a pair of black pants ripped open without patience, and some jeans unbuttoned lovingly. The clothes made a little trail back down the hallway stopping just outside one of the remaining rooms in the apartment.
Inside that room laid two men, gently but fiercely holding each other. The shorter one had his head lying on his lover's head with his eyes closed. They were tired, spent, over-heated, but in no way wishing to escape the heat pouring into them. The taller one was quietly reciting.
"It brings tears from my eyes. It brings readers to my books. And it brings lovers together that would never have found each other otherwise. For these reasons, I dedicate my book to gravitation, a force I cannot and will not live without." He gently kissed the head of his shorter lover.
"Ne, Yuki." came the reply.
"What?"
"Say it again."
"That's the fourth time already."
Shuuichi giggled. He looked up and noticed a fine crystal powder falling outside, a tribute in two ways.
"Ne, Yuki."
"What?"
"You are kind of like snow, you know that?" Shuuichi felt his lover tense slightly. He gave him a gentle squeeze and kiss on the chest to let him know it wasn't a bad thing.
"Snow..." he continued "can be cold. It can be harsh. But it can also be soooooooooo warm." Shuuichi closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth that was flooding into him. He gently kissed his lover's chest again and then let one of his hands start to wander again. It settled on a sensitive area just near where the thigh met the hip. "Snow can also be soft. But it can also be sooooooooooo hard." Shuuichi giggled and looked up to wink at his lover.
"Idiot" but it was said lovingly and with a slight chuckle.
"Ne, Yuki, I love you."
And tonight, there was no hesitation. There were no second thoughts. There were no barriers on heart or mind. There was only a whispered reply of "I love you too."
He hoped tomorrow would be the same.
The End
Final Author Notes: I hope people reading this for the first time enjoyed it. This was my first Gravitation fanfic story and I had a lot of time writing it. It really flew by and I wanted to include as many characters as I could just to show my appreciation for the wonderful series! Thanks for reading. When doing this rewrite, I didn't want to change too much of the original content, just clean it up a tiny bit. It still reads like a quickly written piece of work but that's not really a bad thing...
"Gravitation" and all its characters belong to the talented Maki Murakami. I originally wrote and posted this story here in 2001 in the span of a few days and thought I'd clean it up a bit in preparation for Nanowrimo this year. I hope you enjoy it even though it's just a quick write sort of thing! It's pure fluffiness Gravitation style.
"A Dedication to Gravitation"
Track 7: Confessions
The world came back with crystal clear clarity to Shuuichi. The fuzziness and gaiety of the wine was replaced with a crisp vision of each strand of his lover's blonde hair, each tiny fleck of color in his lover's equally blonde eyes, all repeating one word, which rung in his ears.
"Shuu."
Yuki... Yuki Eiri... the amazing novelist whose favorite word was "idiot" had called him
"Shuu."
His heart raced ever so slightly. He was scared. This wasn't Yuki. It couldn't be Yuki. Yuki never called him Shuu, much less.... what else had he said? Shuuichi realized that after he heard the nickname, he hadn't bothered listening to the rest of the sentence. Yuki was walking over to the Christmas tree and picking up a present. Did this mean Yuki had gotten him something? He was thrilled.... excited.... and still scared. Yuki had gotten him things before. But this was different. It was Christmas, and he had called him
"Shuu."
Yuki was now returning with the present. From this short distance, Shuuichi could see the wrapping paper. It wasn't store wrapping paper. Yuki.... Yuki must have wrapped it himself. Not only that... but Yuki... had bought wrapping paper. Shuuichi put a hand to his nose. Yuki had put effort into this. First he had gone shopping. Then he had gotten that interesting looking Christmas tree. And now... he was standing in front of Shuuichi proffering a present.
"Open it." Yuki motioned once again to his lover. There was no harshness to his voice.
Shuuichi took the package from Yuki, his hands and arms trembling slightly. He flipped the package over and put his finger underneath the edge. Slowly, he busted through the tape and pulled away the wrapping paper. Shuuichi didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this.
"Ne, Yuki..." he said holding up a copy of Yuki's "Tension". "I thought you said I wouldn't like this."
"You won't. It's about girls and lovers who kill each other and forced sex and there are no color pictures for you to look at." Yuki flashed one of his devilish smiles at Shuuichi. Oddly, that comforted Shuuichi somewhat. He was acting normal again. This was just like Yuki to give him something weird and somewhat thoughtless. He was about to put the book to the side when Yuki kneeled before him and looked straight into his eyes.
"Read the dedication."
Now Shuuichi was nervous again. Why would he want him to read the dedication? He opened the book and saw a half page dedication, with a title he didn't fully comprehend. Shuuichi forced his body to breathe in and then he began to read.
"A Dedication to Gravitation" came the trembling voice. He continued. "A force we cannot see, nor smell, nor taste, nor touch, nor hear. A force that keeps the stars in the heavens. A force that keeps the sun and moon and earth in perfect alignment and balance. A force that must have been created by the heavens, because of its amazing power." Shuuichi's voice got softer and softer, trembling more and more. "It brings rain and snow to the earth from the skies. It brings..." Shuuichi couldn't find it in himself to continue reading. He looked up at Yuki, his eyes filled with tiny tears.
Yuki closed the book and gently kissed one of Shuuichi's hands. Then he began to recite from memory. "It brings..."
and all eyes in the room were on the writer turned poet, and the singer turned mute.
------
Outside a small apartment in Tokyo, the snow began to gently fall. Inside the small apartment, in an office down a long hallway, a new black desk and black chair was set up in its proper position. On top of that desk was an ashtray, an empty can of beer, and a Sony Vivo laptop. In the laptop, a CD whirred in the disc drive and images of Shuuichi and Yuki's history flashed on the monitor like a slideshow. A blown up picture of the purikura they had taken together. A image taken from the newspaper when Yuki had called Shuuichi his lover. In the background played some soft gentle music that Yuki could listen to while he wrote. In a previous, almost unimaginable life before Yuki, Shuuichi had played keyboard as well. It was neither the most beautiful nor the most talented sounds ever created, but they had been created with heart.
Further down the hallway was a dark living room. A can of whipped cream was lying empty on the couch. The TV had been left on and was silently displaying a choir singing "Joy To The World" in Japanese. The lights on the Christmas tree had been left on, still sparkling through some tinsel. And under that tree, rather than being the remnants of wrapping paper from opened presents, was a green floor length jacket. Followed by a black jacket, and a red sweater, and a white shirt, and a pair of black pants ripped open without patience, and some jeans unbuttoned lovingly. The clothes made a little trail back down the hallway stopping just outside one of the remaining rooms in the apartment.
Inside that room laid two men, gently but fiercely holding each other. The shorter one had his head lying on his lover's head with his eyes closed. They were tired, spent, over-heated, but in no way wishing to escape the heat pouring into them. The taller one was quietly reciting.
"It brings tears from my eyes. It brings readers to my books. And it brings lovers together that would never have found each other otherwise. For these reasons, I dedicate my book to gravitation, a force I cannot and will not live without." He gently kissed the head of his shorter lover.
"Ne, Yuki." came the reply.
"What?"
"Say it again."
"That's the fourth time already."
Shuuichi giggled. He looked up and noticed a fine crystal powder falling outside, a tribute in two ways.
"Ne, Yuki."
"What?"
"You are kind of like snow, you know that?" Shuuichi felt his lover tense slightly. He gave him a gentle squeeze and kiss on the chest to let him know it wasn't a bad thing.
"Snow..." he continued "can be cold. It can be harsh. But it can also be soooooooooo warm." Shuuichi closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth that was flooding into him. He gently kissed his lover's chest again and then let one of his hands start to wander again. It settled on a sensitive area just near where the thigh met the hip. "Snow can also be soft. But it can also be sooooooooooo hard." Shuuichi giggled and looked up to wink at his lover.
"Idiot" but it was said lovingly and with a slight chuckle.
"Ne, Yuki, I love you."
And tonight, there was no hesitation. There were no second thoughts. There were no barriers on heart or mind. There was only a whispered reply of "I love you too."
He hoped tomorrow would be the same.
The End
Final Author Notes: I hope people reading this for the first time enjoyed it. This was my first Gravitation fanfic story and I had a lot of time writing it. It really flew by and I wanted to include as many characters as I could just to show my appreciation for the wonderful series! Thanks for reading. When doing this rewrite, I didn't want to change too much of the original content, just clean it up a tiny bit. It still reads like a quickly written piece of work but that's not really a bad thing...