When It Rains, It Pours

Disclaimer: Want it, can't have it, don't own it. That's right I don't own Gravitation. Maybe in my dreams...nope, not even in my dreams. sighs

Hey there! I'm RogueKitty, and this is my first ever Gravitation fic! So go easy on me...please? Anyway, I know that there's gonna be grammer mistakes and puncuation errors so don't hurt me, I'm gonna try and clean up any mistakes as best I can and make sure all the characters are in, well, character. To some extent. snicker

Summary: On his way home, Shuichi is struck by lightning. It seems that there's no physical damage, but the same looks like it can't be said for Shuichi's mental state. Instead of being cute, hyper, and innocent; now he's...JUST LIKE YUKI!?!?! (possible song-fic moments) YxS

Track One: If I Were

"La la la la," Shuichi sang quietly to himself while waiting paciently for Yuki to pick up his cell phone.

Shuichi was done in the studio for the day--he was having a good day, so he got everything done early--and already went to the store to pick up a few things, like more pocky for example, and now he needed a ride home. Hiro offered but Shuichi was positive that he could con Yuki into giving him a ride. He knew that Yuki would be more than happy to come and pick him up. Well, not more than happy. Yuki didn't do happy. Besides, Shuichi was sure, Yuki said something about having to go meet with his publisher, and Shu knew that was the last place on Earth that Yuki wanted to be. He also knew that Yuki was always looking for a reason to get out of the "deadly grasp of doom brought to you coursey of Yuki's publisher" as Shu liked to put it. Shuichi giggled slightly at the though of Yuki getting strangled by one of the "big wigs" that ran the company, it never happen but it was still funny to think about. Actually, now that he thought about it, anything with Yuki getting beat up, by some old dude with gray hair and a chubby face, was funny to Shuichi, but that was only because that was highly unlikely. But, of course, he'd never tell Yuki that; he'd get kicked out again for ever thinking that the great Eiri Yuki would get beaten up by some old geezer.

"Kami...does it really take this long to answer your phone?" Shuichi sighed. It felt that he'd been waiting for an answer for over an hour, in truth it had been only about less than a minute.

"What?" Shuichi smiled, easily reconizing the irrable voice on the other end.

"Yuki? Are you busy?" Shuichi, from experience, knew to approach an irrable Yuki with extreme caution.

"Oh great, it's you. What do you want?" Yuki huffed, he was under a lot of pressure as it was and he really didn't need Shuichi bugging him while he was trying to dig himself out of the seemingly growing hole that he got himself into.

"Can you come pick me up? I'm at the store across the street from the studio." Shuichi ignored the fact that Yuki didn't answer his first question.

"I though that you weren't going to be finished until one."

"We finished up early. So can you come and get me, looks like it's gonna rain soon and I really don't want to get stuck in it."

"No." Yuki replied flatly.

"Why not?" Shuichi whined. He was slightly supprised, usually Yuki would you anything to get out of a meeting with the publisher.

"I'm knee deep in shit right now and I don't have time to escort the great Shuichi Shindou back to the apartment which he managed to worm his way into." Yuki hissed. His day was going downhill fast. He already was trying to beat away the publishers that want to kill him and now this!

"So what am I gonna do, Yuki?" Shuichi already knew the answer, he was just hoping asking again would work in getting Yuki to give in.

"Use that damn head of yours, if I'm not going to come and get you, then you have two options: one: get another ride home, or two: walk." Yuki stated, he really wanted to get this conversation over with. He was starting to get a migrane and he really wanted to go home; however, he still had to deal with those damn publishers.

"Ok, Yuki. Sorry I bothered you. See you later, maybe?" Shuichi whispered.

"Hn. Whatever. Maybe." Yuki grumbled and hung up.

Shuichi just sighed as he listened to the droll dial tone. His good mood was fading, fast, but then again Yuki had that kind of effect on people. Yuki was, well, a mood-killer. What was most suprising was still that Yuki wouldn't come and get him, although Shu loved Yuki greatly, Yuki isn't all that supprising. Actually, he's kinda predictable when you think about it. He's always either moody, angry, or a combination of the two. Lather, rinse, repeat.

"Welp, I can't just stand here listening to the dial tone all day. If I'm gonna make it home before the storm hits, then I better get a move on." Shuichi said to himself, confidence renewed. He just started his run from out from under the awning of the store when a deafining clap of thunder made it's presence known.

"Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! Not good, not good, not good!" Shuichi muttered, he hadn't been running for more than a minute and suddenly it started to pour down rain.

Shuichi could run, fast, compared to his friends, but that was accounted for the fact that he had so much enery. But even so, he still couldn't outrun the rain, his only option really was to duck under trees and awnings to catch his breath and to make sure that he didn't get so wet that he caught a cold. Yuki would have a fit if Shuichi got sick.

'Heh. In Yuki's profession, it dosen't matter if he gets sick or not. Since he works at home anyway being sick dosen't really hinder the abilty to type, actually the more I think about it, the only way Yuki could get off from writting would be if he broke more than one finger. Which sometimes I really think he tries to do. I guess Yuki hates being sick because not only will he still have to write, but he'll have to do it being miserable. Poor Yuki.' Shuichi thought.

By the time Shuichi snapped out of his thoughts, the rain seemed to pour down harder, and it was almost an impossibility to see. With a heavy sigh and a mental note to punish Yuki--by the one thing that would really make Yuki suffer, not being able to touch him for a day or two--Shuichi ran out from under the awning of what seemed to be a floral shop, and ran until he reached the park. Some mile and a half away. By now not only had the rain increased and then steadied at it's new found pace, but so had the lightning and it seemed to be getting closer and closer every time it lit up the sky.

"Ok, I am seriously freaked out now. Stupid Yuki." Shuichi mumbled breathlessly.

He had now somehow found his way to the same park where he first met Yuki, and he was now resting under a tree. Hands on his knees, breathing heavily, and on his way to passing out. The unrelenting rain found it's way through the branches of the trees and right on top of the poor pink-haired boy. Shuichi was now beyond soaked and was blissfuly cold. He knew that he was about a mile and a half away from his lover's apartment, and although he was cold, wet, hungry, and really wanted to go home, he was somehow able to still enjoy thinking in the park.

Shuichi sighed, "Damn. If I had a driver's licence and a car this wouldn't be happening to me right now! And then Yuki wouldn't have to pick me up all the time, and I wouldn't have to beg Hiro for a ride! But, noooooo, they won't give me one because they say I'm too exictable, they say I'm too hyper. Damn. If I were like more like Yuki then I'd have a licence and a car and I'd be on my merry way!"

'And,' He added mentaly, ' I wonder how everyone would react if I acted like Yuki.'

He chuckled quietly to himself, "That would be interesting. Yup, very interesting."

Shuichi looked at his watch-- it was a little after noon-- and sighed for what seemed to be the hundredth time today. He stood up, shook his head to remove some of the excess water, and stared blindly down the empty street; he had a long way to go and he knew it. Shuichi dashed from under the tree to the nearby awing of what seemed to be a bike shop; he quickly took a look inside and wished he had a bike right about now. He looked out to the sky and saw that it was pitch black-- not including the streetlights and the random flashes of lightning-- and it didn't look like it was going to let up anytime soon. A little further down the street he saw an eletronic store with seven different sized T.V.'s, all playing the afternoon news. Dashing up to the store, Shuichi was able to catch the weather.

" With heavy rain and winds moving in to the area, people are being warned that possible poweroutages could be plaguing the area. Also, people living in low-lying areas are being asked to evacuate as soon as possible due to possible flooding. Weather experts say..."

Shuichi groaned, this was not good! He was still a good ten minutes away from the apartment and that damn lightning still seemed to be following him! And quite frankly, it was freaking Shu out. He glanced down at his cell phone, which was peeking out from his right pocket, and started concidering whether or not to call someone to pick him up. After a quick battle with himself, Shuichi decided it would be best if he left everyone alone and made it to the apartment on his own; that and he couldn't remember which number belonged to each friend. He had been walking under the awnings of random stores for about ten minutes, lost in a world all his own and listening to the heavy beat of the rain on the awning overhead. Suddenly, Shuichi stopped. There it was! In all it's glory, the apartment that Shu shared with his Yuki!

"It's about damn time!" Shuichi huffed, running to the entrence.

For some reason, Shuichi felt doubtful of the place. He had this strange sinking feeling that he wasn't welcome anymore and it hurt on the inside. But as Shuichi was about to take his first step into the building, he saw the sharp, blinding flash of lightning and the roll of thunder that followed. And suddenly, Shuichi was scared. Sprawled out on the sidewalk, clutching his head in pain, and hoping to whoever would help him that it would all just go away. His vision was blury, he was fading in and out of reality, and soon it hit him like a ton of bricks...

He had been struck by lightning.

'Oh, Kami,' Shuichi thought, despite the burning pain, 'don't let me die. I don't wanna die. Yuki...I love you and I'm sorry.'

He was scared, and it was killing him.

Okies, well there is chapter one. Don't worry if it seems angsty here is should get much funnier later. And for the record in case anyone gets pissed at me...

NO SHUICHI DOES NOT DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, well that's all folks! Until next time!

RogueKitty