A/N: You guys are officially the nicest people ever. :)
Just so you're aware, the short stories in this fan fiction are based mainly on the manga series. Not that I dislike the anime, or anything. The manga just explains more and has a lot more characters; I heart keeping up with so many people, by the way. But it'll be easier to follow if you've read the manga. But, hell, what am I saying? This is a Gravitation fic! Everyone who reads it MUST have watched/read it at least once. They can follow. D:
…How Shuichi's Nineteenth Birthday Went?
Shuichi was such a loveable eighteen-year-old. His hair was so vibrant and original, and his voice stayed with you… whether you wanted it to or not. So it wasn't TOO surprising when his parents called him up to invite him over to celebrate his nineteenth birthday.
Or was it?
All they requested was that he came over. Alone. With absolutely no one. He couldn't even invite Hiro. They just wanted the Shuichi Shindou everyone knew and loved.
So, he did as told.
When he arrived, he kicked off his sneakers and removed his bright orange coat, following the scent of a sizzling feast into the kitchen. He went there to see his family sitting at the table, lights dim.
"Er… hi…" Shuichi squeaked, eyes like saucers.
"Shuichi," his mother said firmly. "Sit down."
Her son did so. "So… where's the clown you promised?"
"There isn't a clown," Maiko said. "You raging homosexual," she added swiftly.
Shuichi blinked and as he opened his mouth to say something, his father hushed him. The poor, poor pop star was so confused!
Their mom gave him a serious look, hands in her lap. "We know you're gay…"
"How could you not?" Shuichi blurted out. "It's all over the bloody news!"
"Shuichi, you slut!" Maiko barked. "But you're gay for the overly-gorgeous Eiri Yuki! What the hell? That ticket into his pants was reserved for ME!"
"You could've told us," Mr. Shindou growled at Shuichi, "about your way of life."
"No, Honey, we should've NOTICED," Mrs. Shindou pointed out. "I mean, seriously. He and Maiko always raided my make-up!"
"Hey, I'm not the one with the problem," Maiko hissed.
Her mother ignored her. "And not the mention that one time he started playing with my tampons! And when Eiri Yuki came over with flowers! Imagine what they could've been doing. God, I hope my only son doesn't turn out like that guy from the Brady Bunch…"
"MOTHER," Shuichi sighed. "That isn't really the case—"
"Of course it is! What, do you want me to lie and say that my son ISN'T sleeping with Japan's hottest male?"
"That'd be nice."
Maiko continued her taunting about how her older brother stole her future lover. Somehow, her rage reminded Shuichi of how Tatsuha acted when it came to Ryuichi. Except, of course, she wasn't attempting to molest him.
"Can I go now?" Shuichi mumbled.
"Yeah, fine, fine," Mr. Shindou muttered. "At least I'll know you wouldn't be getting anyone pregnant."
The End.
