Disclaimer:I don't own Gravitation, but I DO own my pride...(I hope)...The rightful owner of all the legal jazz is Tokyopop, Rightstuff(I hate them),Maki herself,etc.
Authors Note: This was my first fanfic, and I like my other one much better. But since 1 person asked what comes next, I shallhonor them...
PLEASE review...I don't want to keep this up for nothing...
Gravific-Chapter 3-The Intersection
Yuki tramped out the door and walked down the hallways of his house. "Where're you going, Yuki?" Shuichi asked. Yuki didn't need to answer this homosexual brat. No. Not today. He simply would not do it. So instead in one swift motion he grabbed Shindou's face and slammed him into the wall. "What the fuck was that for?" Shu-chan screamed. He was not as cute, bubbly, or stupid (well maybe bubbly) as people reading the manga or watching the show were led to believe. No. He was… slightly better. Although the phony singer was actually for-real in love with Yuki, he was not as angst-ful or lovey-dovey about it. He was just flat-out gay about it.
"Sorry, I don't have time fruitcake." Yuki said as he walked away from the rubble that had once been his wall. He would replace it later.
When Yuki got out the door, he stopped and stood there for a moment. As he lit another cigarette, he listened for any odd noises. He heard a slight rumbling in the distance. He shrugged it off and got into his real-life car. A crappy little broken-down Toyota. I wish I had a Mercedes he thought.
Yuki was often bored with driving. Since he was in Tokyo, he was usually just stopped at a red light for a half-an-hour. Well, this was Japan. Horrid, he thought. He would watch the speedometer, look at how much gas he had left, fiddled with the heating and air conditioning system, and even played around with the lighter. One time, he had even dropped the lighter and burned a huge hole in the seat. Whenever he was forced by Murakami to drive Shuichi somewhere, the pink-but-naturally-black-haired boy would make small talk about it. Yuki would eventually get pissed, and crank whatever crappy tune that was on the radio up. Shuichi would then slowly turn the music to a station that played all romantic stuff. Then he would turn the volume down and (usually) recite a marriage proposal. "This could, er, you know, be our song," the brat would say. Yuki would then slam the brakes hard, and Shindou would slam face first into the dash. That explained why there was a dent right in the middle of it.
So there was Eiri, who had been sitting there, idling for fifteen minutes. He was leaned against the armrest with his head in the palm of his hand. He looked in the side-mirror and saw a blonde man with sunglasses and a cigarette going (This all created a sort of innocent-bored kind of look). Hey, he thought. I'm getting up there in years. Huh. This may seem strange for a twenty-two year old man to say, but that's just the kind of person Yuki Eiri is.