Aikyou
Summary: AU Shuichi Shindou, unwanted by his parents, was raised in America. Now nineteen he returns with Bad Luck to Japan where he meets a gorgeous, bad-tempered blonde…
Disclaimer: Not mine. Gravitation belongs to Maki Murakami.
"bold" – English
"normal" – Japanese
"italic" – lyrics
Chapter Five
Is it an earthquake? Was Shuichi's first thought as he tried to figure out why the bed was shaking. Hold on; the bed wasn't shaking, someone was shaking him! He curled up tighter, tucking his head under his arm. The shaking just got rougher.
"Five more minutes, Auntie Meg," Shuichi murmured, wanting desperately to be allowed to go back to sleep.
"I'm not your 'auntie' anything," a definitely male voice snapped irritably. Shuichi suddenly remembered that he wasn't in LA, but in Japan, and he wasn't on a strangely hard bed but a bench in a public park because his parents… he sat up abruptly. Unfortunately, the man shaking him was still crouched over Shuichi, so the pink-haired man knocked the other man in the nose with his forehead.
"Shit!" the stranger cursed in pain.
"Ow," Shuichi muttered, rubbing his forehead. He turned to see who he had accidentally head-butted, wondering why it was still dark outside. The man had light brown hair with even lighter streaks running through it, making him look foreign. He was tall, with handsome features, a generous mouth, and cool brown eyes. Shuichi found himself wondering what his body looked like under the man's leather jacket and dark jeans… he stuffed that thought to the back of his mind with a fierce blush.
"Sorry about that," he apologized sheepishly. "Aren't you the guy who went to have a talk with Yoshi?"
"Yeah. Why the hell are you asleep on a park bench?" The man asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose gingerly.
"It's a long story," Shuichi muttered, not wanting to share his woes with the handsome stranger before him.
"Must be one hell of a story that you couldn't go get a hotel room," the foreign-looking man commented with a smirk.
"I don't have any money," Shuichi explained with flushed cheeks, embarrassed. The other man's expression softened minutely.
"I'm Yuki Eiri," the novelist introduced himself.
"Shindou Shuichi," the pink-haired vocalist replied softly, kneeling on the bench so that his feet sat splayed to either side of him and looking up at the other man through his long pink bangs. Yuki felt the familiar stirring of desire for the singer as he gently brushed a lock of strawberry-colored hair out of big violet eyes, watching the light blush spread across the other man's cheeks.
The novelist straightened abruptly. I find out he's basically homeless and what do I do? I flirt, he scolded himself. Now wasn't the place or time.
"You can stay at my place tonight," Yuki said firmly. The singer began to shake his head emphatically.
"N-No! I couldn't! It would be an imposition on you, and you just met me…"
"It's not an imposition. If it was I wouldn't have offered," Yuki snapped. Despite the harsh words, Shuichi could see the glimmer of concern in the other man's eyes. "My appartment is big, and I live there alone. Besides, it's only a few blocks from here."
Well it was cold…
"Okay. Thank you, Yuki-san," Shuichi said softly, with a thankful smile. Yuki felt the world stopped spinning with the beauty of that smile, and would do anything to have it directed at him again.
"It's not that big of a deal," Yuki muttered. "Come on. It's not that far."
Shuichi followed the novelist out of the park and padded beside him sleepily for the three blocks it was to his house. Normally he be asking a million questions but he was too tired and cold to think properly. When they arrived, Shuichi let his mouth hang open. It was very glamorous, especially compared to the run-down townhouse he and his aunt had shared in LA. Well, from what I hear he is a celebrity here, he reminded himself.
"You have a very nice house," he told his host.
"Thank you," the novelist murmured before letting the vocalist in. "There's an empty bedroom down the hall from mine," he showed Shuichi what he was talking about. "It's made up already so you can go ahead in." The pink-haired man was already half-asleep, so he nodded in acquiescence.
"Thank you, Yuki-san," he said, standing on tip-toe to kiss the other man on the cheek before padding off to bed.
Yuki stood staring after him, touching his cheek lightly. None of his lovers had ever kissed him so sweetly, much less on the cheek. I want him. Badly.
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Cute, n'est-ce-pas? r/r, darlings ;) Thank you Ashley for editing the cultural mistakes!