AN: This drabble was written in personal response to the overly-done cliché of "omg yuki tells shu he loves him in his book" that has been pretty rampant in Gravi fandom for... well, a damn long time. Shoot me if I'm perpetuating the mediocre trend.

Summary: Collection of Eiri x Shuichi drabble, compiled. Fluff and spots of insight… and maybe decent writing…


Delicates

Track 03: Let Go


To my biggest fan, who has never lifted a finger to read a word I've written--you are my wayward inspiration and forever my distraction. I love you.

And to those of you who are fortunate enough to not have pink hair, my sincere apology for the continuing pages.

Yuki Eiri.

Shuichi looked up at his newly-arrived lover with eyes that shone with disbelief--and radiant happiness, beyond what he could convey with words. Eiri almost choked on his cigarette.

"What--you weren't--that book doesn't hit stores for two more weeks!" The dim lighting of the apartment did nothing to hide his aghast, embarrassed expression as he took a nervous drag. "How did you--" He faltered, his cheeks burning.

What the hell is going on? Eiri hadn't prepared for this emotionally, at least not yet. Shuichi rose wordlessly from his seat at the dining table, clasping the hardcover book to his chest tightly. His heart skipped a beat as Shuichi slowly came into the light that he had carelessly switched on a moment ago.

"Yuki," he managed to whisper, his voice thick with emotion. "Yuki, I--"

Shuichi was crying silently--and looking at Eiri as if he'd been given the world but didn't quite know what to do with it. Suddenly, it didn't matter how Shuichi had received the book; Eiri rushed at him, wrapped his arms around him tightly while desperately wanting his embrace to say so many more things--No matter how many times I thank you, it will never be enough. No matter how many times I tell you I love you, you will never know how much.

Eiri held Shuichi's trembling form against him for a long time, letting the room be filled with the sound of relieved sobbing and his inconsequential whispers.

And the cigarette on his lips burned itself out, before he quietly led Shuichi to bed.

end.


No, Eiri didn't get a 2nd degree burn from the cancer stick. When a cigarette burns out, it tends to stop at the filter. Terrible waste if such kissable lips were scorched, don't you think?