Disclamer: I do not own Gravitation. I do however own my own plot, but I dont think anyone wants it anyway.
Warnings: There is language, and mild OOC.
I am now happy to give you chapter 2 of Words That Hurt Us. In case you dont know it's a flashback explaining why Shuichi was in the bathroom.
"Yuki coughed up blood? Why didn't you tell me sooner, what if it's serious this time?" Shuichi shouted, making the woman doing his hair nervous. "Umm… could you please sit back Mr. Shindou, sir?" she asked politely. "Oh, sorry," the pop star said, sitting back, continuing to yell at his manager. "When did you plan to tell me?" "Hahaha, well, you know, Mr. Seguchi told me not to say anything to you, but since you threatened to cancel what remained of the tour I thought it best to go ahead and tell you about Eiri Yuki-san's condition," the blond, gun toting-American replied.
"Really Shindou, don't you think that Yuki-san would have called you personally if it was that bad?" Suguru, Bad Luck's synthesizer player, said calmly. "But that bastard wouldn't-I mean it's the kind of stunt he would pull! Oh…maybe I said something to him…or worse maybe I did something!" Shuichi's face froze in shock. Oh no, maybe this time I really did do something to upset Yuki! And now he'll kick me out, or he'll move again-or worse, he'll go back to New York, the pop star screamed in his head.
"Hey Shuichi, there's only three more stops on the tour, besides, Seguchi-san is there with him," Hiro said tuning, his guitar. "Yeah…yeah you're right. Bad Luck forever…but…" Shuichi said. "Okay, that is enough," a stern voice said as Shuichi felt the cold tip of a gun pressed against his head. "Shuichi, this concert and the next two will go on as scheduled," K told him. "Got it?" Shuichi nodded.
A week later, when Bad Luck returned from their tour, Eiri Yuki was also released from the hospital. "Yuki?" Shuichi called, "are you here?" When no one answered him, Shuichi ran through the house looking for his writer. Oh no, I did do something this time! I mean Yuki isn't here, and Seguchi-san told me that he was discharged today which means he should be here! But he's not, meaning he doesn't want to see me-or maybe he's already left!
Shuichi sat on the edge of Yuki's bed, crying and wondering if Yuki had left him once again. But even if he did leave, I'll find him. He can't hide from me. I'll go anywhere that he is! But what about the blood? I don't care! Even if he does cough up blood everyday, I will find him and be with him. Like I told him last time, it's not like he'll die, but if he leaves me I really will die without him.
He was so lost in his thoughts that Shuichi didn't hear the door open or the quiet footsteps that followed when it closed. "Hey brat, what are you doing crying in here?" Shuichi looked up, and into the face of Yuki. "Yuki!" he shouted. "Hey! Keep it down, I just got home and I have a motherfucking headache," the writer yelled at his lover. "I'm sorry," Shuichi's face fell. "I'm going to make dinner. I'm starving, and that hospital food tastes like shit," Yuki told him and walked from the room. He has to be okay. I didn't see any medicine, which means he's fine! Shuichi stood up and bounded into the kitchen, all trace of tears gone.
"Yuki, how was the hospital?" the pop star asked, hovering over the blonde's shoulder as he cooked. "What kind of dumb question is that? It was a hospital, what do you want me to say, do you want me to say that I had a blast!" "I'm sorry, I was just worried, Yuki," Shuichi said. Yuki sighed, "It's okay, but if you really want to know, the hospital was so boring that I finished half of my new novel." "That's good Yuki. Your editor will be happy won't she?" Shuichi asked. "Yeah…Shuichi will you go sit down, how do you think that anyone could cook if they have someone hanging over their shoulder?" Yuki asked him, stirring the contents of a pot while Shuichi did as he was told.
After dinner Yuki took their plates and put them in the sink. "Hey Yuki, did anyone besides Seguchi-san come and visit you while you were in the hospital?" Shuichi asked, picking up his glass. "Yeah…Mika and Tatshua came together, and then there was this one guy-" Yuki started. "What guy?" Shuichi was on his feet so fast that he knocked into the table causing him to drop his glass. "You damn brat! It was just a weird fan…that wanted my autograph. You know, ever since the world found out that we're lovers, I get approached by all kinds of guys now asking for my autograph. Most of the time they don't get it, but since I couldn't exactly move I gave it to him." Yuki said coldly. Shuichi bent on his knees to pick up the broken glass while Yuki watched his lover's small body move back and forward trying to collect all the glass. "What about the tons of fan girls that ask for your autograph?" Shuichi asked. "Depends," Yuki said, imagining what he could be doing do to Shuichi right now. "Depends on what?" Shuichi asked, already half expecting the answer that came out of Yuki's mouth. "Depends if they have a nice pair of breast," "Yuki! You're awful. I was so worried about you and you were sitting in a bed while fans screamed how much they love you!" Shuichi yelled. "And what about you, you were on a stage with millions of fans screaming for you, but you don't see me getting all jealous!" Yuki replied. "But I'm a singer, what do you want them to do?" Shuichi asked.
"Dammit, this conversation is over," Yuki told him tiredly, putting a hand to his head. "I need my medication, now where did I put that bag?" Yuki went over to a cabinet and pulled out a small bag. Shuichi stared as he rummaged through it. That's the sound of pills! Shuichi said to himself. Watching as Yuki opened several bottles and poured the pills onto his hand, Shuichi sniffed, "Yuki, what are those for?" "Stress that you cause me," Yuki told him coldly. "Are all those bottles for stress?" Shuichi asked counting the bottles. Six. "Pretty much," Yuki replied, popping them into his mouth. "Yuki…would it be better if I wasn't around?" The pink haired boy asked quietly. "At times," was the curt reply. "Yuki…I'm sorry" Shuichi said. "Maybe I just need to get away for a little while," the writer said thoughtfully. Shuichi's eyes grew huge at the thought of his Yuki leaving him. I already haven't seen him in a month, and wasn't that long enough? But now he wants to get away from me again, and I just got back. "Yuki…are you really going to go somewhere?" the pink haired boy asked. "If you keep acting like that, I will. Like I told you, when I'm with you it's like my brain is being ransacked. So yeah they put me on medication to fix it," Yuki told him. "So you are going to leave me again! Yuki, I don't know how much more of this I can take." Shuichi had started to cry. He ran to the bathroom 'dammit I can't let that bastard see how much he hurt me this time.'
He really doesn't need me, but I need him. Six different pills just because of me… he must hate me. He just needs to be away from me for a while to reduce the stress, right? Shuichi cried late into the night and fell asleep, exhausted on the cold floor. Yuki stood outside the door listening to him sob. He stayed there until he was sure that Shuichi was asleep, then walked into the room with his lap top and began to type. He'll come out in the morning, stupid idiot; he can stay in there until he's over this. I always take medicine-why does he have to make a big deal of it now? I'm not going to drag him out of there; no-he'll have to come out himself. Besides, how long can he stay in there?