Authors note: Alright. Next chapter is up. This chapter mainly consists of a song, but gives out some information you may have been wondering. Hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not in any which way, shape, or form, own Gravitation.
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Chapter Three
Do you remember?
Yuki leaned back onto the couch in his newly bought apartment building. His "wife" and "daughter" had left for America two days before. He was planning on heading back to the States in a few months, but decided to buy an apartment in the meanwhile.
Golden Orbs scanned over his apartment, the newly painted snow white walls reflecting the warm sun onto Yukis' face. Yuki sighed and reached his hand up to brush away a loch of blonde hair as his eyes averted to the cell phone lying upon the coffee table in front of him. The author reached out to snatch up the phone and leaned back into the couch, flipping open the cell. Yuki quickly dialed a phone number and quietly closed his eyes.
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Violet orbs quietly stared down at his wrist, looking at the four cuts embedded in his skin. Shuichi grinned slightly and pulled his sleeve over his arm to hide the damage he had done to himself. The singer jumped and held his heart, hearing the rings of his phone blaring out. Why the hell was he so jumpy lately? Stepping into the hallway, Shuichi grabbed the phone from the table. He turned it on and held it to his hear, falling back onto the couch while yawning.
"Shuichi here."
"Hey brat."
Shuichi froze at Yukis voice, debating on whether or not he should hang up right then and there.
"Yuki?"
"Let's meet up." Yuki said quickly, almost cutting off Shuichi.
Shuichi winced as he felt the cuts on his arm start to suddenly throb. He pulled up his sleeve slightly and stared down at the four wounds, frowning softly. The young singer had cut himself once every day since his and Yukis last meeting. Shuichi held the phone between his shoulder and his ear so he could gently trace the cuts. Wincing once again, he tugged his sleeve over his arm and nodded to himself.
"Sure. When do you want to meet up, Yuki?"
"Right now. I'm coming over your place." And with that Shuichi heard the author hang up to leave him in slight shock. Why was Yuki meeting up with him so much now?
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Around thirty-minutes later Shuichi heard his doorbell ring, those eyes averting towards the door. He gave off a small smile and pushed himself up while turning off the T.V, walking to the front of his apartment. Swinging open the door the young singer smiled brightly up Yuki but quickly frowning as he met with those ice cold eyes of his ex lover. He bowed his head and moved to the side to allow Yuki in, feeling the author move past him and gently brush his shoulder. Shuichi closed the door and walked up behind Yuki while heading towards the kitchen.
"Anything to drink?" He said gently, his eyes catching the knife on the counter. He grinned slightly and shook his head, swinging open the door on the fridge.
"Beer." Yuki responded bluntly and took a seat on the couch, crossing his legs and watching Shuichi in the kitchen.
Shuichi gave a slight nod and pulled out one of his own beers from the fridge, walking out to Yuki and handing it to him. A small smile crossed his lips as the author took the beer, his eyes watching his ex snap open the top. Taking a seat next to Yuki the singer leaned back into the couch, feeling Yukis arm slide around his waist.
So
much to believe in - We were lost in time
Everything I needed
I
fell into your eyes
Always thought of keepin - Your heart next to
mine
But now that seems so far away
Don't know how love could
leave without a trace
Where do silent hearts go?
Yuki bowed his head and set the beer to the coffee table in front of him. The author brushed his lips along the singers, hearing the other give a gentle moan to the sudden warmth. Yuki slid his hand over Shuichis' chest before pushing his hand up past his shirt. Shuichi groaned gently and pushed up against Yukis' lips, greedily wanting more.
Where
does my heart beat now
Where is the sound
That only echoes
through the night
Where does my heart beat now
I can't live
without
Without feeling it inside
Where do all the lonely
hearts go
-Flashback-
Shuichi stared down at the crumpled note in his hand he had found next to his bed. Tears streamed down his soft delicate cheeks. The singer glanced towards the other side of the bed and was met with neatly made sheets and pillow stylishly placed on top. The note was clenched in his hand as he pushed himself up. Throwing his legs over the side of the bed Shuichi stood up and ran out of the room, searching throughout his and Yukis apartment. After checking the last room, Yukis study, the boy leaned back against the wall and fell down to his knees. He threw the note to the side as he sobbed freely into his hands.
Dear Brat,
I'm leaving and I'm not coming back. I have no desire to see you again. Do not try to find me because I'll only leave again. I'm done with you. Goodbye, Shuichi.
-Yuki
It was so short and simple yet it made him cry instantly. Shuichi bit his lower lip and fell forward onto his hands, those childish hues staring at the ground as the darkness of his soul slowly escaped into them.
-End of flashback-
Yuki smirked deeply and tugged on the others pants, snapping open the button. Shuichi groaned again and reached down to undo his own zipper and tug off his pants. The author gave a slight chuckle at the others eagerness while dropping his hand past the boys boxers, his fingertips stroking over Shuichis cock.
Candle
in the water - Drifting helplessly
Hiding from the thunder - Come
and rescue me
Driven by hunger - Of the endless dream
I'm
searching for the hand that I can hold
I'm reaching for the arms
that let me know
Where do silent hearts go?
"Yuki…" Shuichi groaned and leaned his head back, his palms pressing down against the cushion of the couch.
Sliding his tongue over Shuichis neck, Yuki smirked deeper and tightly wrapped his hand around the others length while listening to Shuichi cry out. Shuichi closed his eyes and panted slightly, wriggling under Yukis delicate touches.
I
know that out there somewhere
He waits for me
Someone who's
searching just like me
Then one touch overcomes the silence
Love
still survives
Two hearts needing one another
Give me wings
to fly
I hear my heartbeat now
I hear the sound
Hear it
echo through the night
In a swift movement Yuki pinned Shuichis wrists above him, sucking on the others bottom lip. Shuichi cried out and winced as Yuki grabbed his wrist, feeling the cuts throb in sheer pain. Yuki moved back slightly and raised an eyebrow while Shuichi pulled down his arm and cradled it. A slight glare was given to the singer as Yuki tugged Shuichis sleeve down and stared at the reopened wounds. The blood traced down the boys arm and dripped onto the sleeve of his shirt.
"What the fuck is that, Brat?" He said coldly, tracing his fingertips over the wounds.
Shuichi winced again and turned his head away, knowing that Yuki was going to get extremely pissed. Violet orbs closed as he tugged his arm back towards his body, holding it close.
"It's nothing." The singer said gently, standing up. He walked down the hallway and quickly entered the bathroom, pulling out the liquid band-aids from underneath the sink. Shuichi fell back and sat on the tiled floor, hearing Yukis foot steps come towards the bathroom. Shuichi ran the liquid band-aid over his cuts before Yuki entered the bathroom, swinging open the door and glaring straight at Shuichi. Yuki wasn't dumb and he knew exactly what the brat was doing. The worse thing was he knew it had to be because of him; because he left for his own selfish reasons.
"Shuichi…" Yuki said gently, kneeling down to the other and pulling him into his arms.
I
feel my heart beat now
Now that I've found
The feeling lives
inside
I've got someone to give my heart to
Feel it getting
stronger and stronger and stronger
Hearts are made to last
Till
the end of time
"Why?" Yuki said gently after nearly ten minutes of silence. His arms remained wrapped around the boys' body, listening to his almost faint sobs. Shuichi curled up against his ex lovers body while hiding his face against the others chest.
"I don't know… Yuki." Shuichi replied gently, hugging the other tightly.
Frowning gently Yuki turned and kissed Shuichis cheek, smirking gently and pushing himself up. He helped the other up and hugged him again as if it was the last time they would see each other. Sighing gently, Shuichi smiled and sunk into the warmth of Yukis form.
"Yuki… Why did you come back? What about your wife and your daughter?" Taking a step back Shuichi averted those gorgeous violet orbs up to Yukis cold golden ones.
A frown crossed over Yukis lips before leaning back against the tiled bathroom wall. His hand brushed back a strand of hair before glancing towards Shuichi again.
"That isn't my wife and that isn't my daughter. She thinks I'm in love with her and she won't leave me the hell alone. She's constantly going on about how she is a single parent and someone like me would be a great influence on her daughter. Akiko followed me back to Japan but left about two days ago to head back to the States."
Shuichi listened to each and every word, his eyes widening slightly. Yuki had left him to go to America? If he only knew sooner he would of tired to find him when he went on the tour with Bad Luck. But that must have been why Yuki didn't tell him… he knew that Shuichi would try to follow him, to beg and plead him not to leave but Yuki just had to leave him. He was slowly ripping apart the young singer each and every time he pushed him away. Shuichi was so innocent and all he wanted was Yukis love and that was the most frightening thing to Yuki. He didn't know if he could handle someone being so in love with him.
"Oh…" The singer finally replied while casting his eyes to the floor.
A hand reached up as fingertips brushed along Shuichis cheek, feeling lips press to his forehead.
"Brat, why aren't you over me yet? I don't want to be with you ever again." Yuki said as he moved away from the others form, smirking gently and walking away down the hallway.
Shuichi stood in the bathroom in slight shock, wondering why Yuki had to say that each time they met. Did he really hate him that much? He bit his bottom lip and listened to the door of his apartment open and close as he dropped down to his knees. Shuichi tugged open the cabinet under his sink to dig through the piles of supplies. The singer pulled out a razor he had placed there a day or so ago while giving an eased grin. Even if Yuki got mad he didn't care anymore, the morbid pleasure he received from it made him shudder. He wanted to hurt himself. Every cut that bled was a sign that the sin he committed was being forgiven if he had hurt himself.
Placing the blade to his wrist he swiftly cut over the raw skin; over and over. He smirked as the blood dripped to the tile beneath, staining it red. Lifting up a shaky arm the boy stared at his wounds. There had to be at least half a dozen new cuts on each wrist. A slight shudder overcame his body before he bit his bottom lip while feeling the pain finally kick in. Shuichi cried out and leaned his head back, clutching his wrists until the pain started to subside.
Shaking his head he cried out again and leaned back against the wall while snatching up the blade again. He didn't want to stop, he couldn't. Those darkened violet orbs stared down at the blade that was no covered in blood before dropping it down to his ankle. He slowly carved each letter into the tough skin, hissing in pain. Giving out a slight shiver he dropped the blade and stared down at the word he had carved into his leg.
Masochist.
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Okay. So that's it for now. It was a weird, boring-ish lame chapter…. Well to me. X3 I'll get the next chapter out when I can, I'm still suffering from this writers block. T T; No idea what I want to do with this story yet, just kind of letting my thoughts flow. See you next chappie.
