Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation or anythin' that goes with it- although sometimes I wish I did. But,as far as I know, I own the suicide knife.
Author's note:I got this idea from reading a poem off this here webpage(actually,I had this planned a long time ago-the poem gave me motivation.Yeah.Thats it.) So thanks to whomever did that. It was a great poem!
Oh! and one more thing-the title is inspired by an Erasure song! It's a line from their Spiralling song. Yes,thats my secret. I listen to Erasure while I write. I love to hate yoooooou!(Get it?)
Pairings:I (at least I try) don't do them! So if its dirty boy lovin' you want, go read a YAOI story with a high-ass rating! ;)
You Give Me the Courage to Die-Chap. 1
Yuki strolled out into the kitchen after yet another bad night. He had been having dreams a lot lately,and it was taking lots of energy out of him. Not that it's something a novelist really needs. A random thought.
His dreams had usually focused on Shuichi, and this disturbed him. In these dreams, Shuichi was cruel to him, telling him he had no talent, and that his work was nothing but fluffy crap modeled to reflect society's dirty desires. I know that he tried to scream, but his mind would not give any power to his voice. In other dreams he saw himself asking Shuichi to tell him that he loved him. Shuichi would say nothing, then turn and walk away. Yuki hadn't liked waking up to find his pillow tearstained. It wasn't him. Couldn't be him. But he couldn't help thinking it just might be his true self.
Eyes half-closed, Eiri stumbled towards the fridge. On his way there, in the middle of his giant living room, he tripped over something. He found his face planted parallel to the floor. The sleep was still in his eyes, so everything surrounding him was blurry. He sat on the floor rubbing his forehead. A warm, sticky substance trickled down his lip and onto the floor. The blonde man first rubbed his eyes, and then his nose. He looked down at his hand and saw the blood. He turned his head slowly and looked over the room, gathering his bearings, and also perhaps searching for something to soak up his blood.
The man then saw something that made him choke. Shuichi was lying on the hardwood floor, on his side, back facing him. He realized that the boy was not breathing. Shock gripped Yuki, making his whole body freeze. Using the whole of his will, Yuki placed his hand on the pink-haired boy's side.
I hope you liked Chapt.1-Me myself like Chapt.2.(Because of the blood-heeh)
Oh Chels, I think you are developing a new fetish!
I am not. I was kidding. I like it for the tear jerking-ness.(or my version of it-I tried.)
Please tell me what you think(your comments matter!) so I can either continue a good story, or drop a bad one.