Wish

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation…my therapist says it gets easier to say each time, but she's a liar.
Genre: Romance/ Angst
Rated: T if you're not mature enough to deal with shonen-ai, go away
Summary: Ryuichi needs someone, anyone, even someone…heaven sent. (Ryuichi's P.O.V)
Chapter 2

Dealing with an Angel

A huge cloud of smoke and a small bundle of flailing limbs fell from the room ceiling.

"LA LI HO!" The creature said again.

I coughed as the smoke surrounded my head; I waved away the fog from in front of my face so I could make out the 'unknown fallen object' standing on top of my bed.

Vibrant messy pink hair was the first thing I noticed. Sparkling violet orbs was the next, then it was 'its' attire. Frayed jean shorts, very, very, short. A baggy blue tank top and it was barefoot.

The presumed human stood with its hands on its hips and smiled proudly as if he'd accomplished something great; Some seemingly impossible task.

"W-who are you?" I managed to stammer out after some time.

"What?" He gaped. "You don't…remember?" He said in a small voice pressing his hands together as his eyes filled with tears.

"Remember what?" I asked blandly sitting up in bed. If this was one of K's sick jokes I'll…I've just realized there's nothing I can possibly do to K, so it would probably be best if I just went along with his little scheme.

"I'm Shuichi." The pink haired boy said suddenly

"Okay," I reply raising an eyebrow in question.

"Your angel." Shuichi said again.

"My angel?" I repeated. What was this kid on? And why did he come out of the ceiling?

"So you do know me! That makes me so happy!" Shuichi exclaimed jumping off to the side of the king-sized bed and taking my hand in his. "I can tell that we're going to—Wow!" The violet-eyed teen declared taking my hand and rubbing it against his cheek. "You're so soft! Humans don't look this soft." Shuichi said jumping back onto the bed and stroking his cheek with my hand. "So soft." He purred.

"W-what are you doing?" I demanded as Shuichi made his way into my lap.

Shuichi immediately stopped what he was doing and leaped into a corner of the room. "I'm sorry!" He said quickly. "Is that not something all humans do?"

"Not really," I replied getting up off the bed. "And would you stop saying 'humans this' and 'humans that', you're human too."

"But I'm not!" Shuichi said defensively. "I'm an angel." He pouted pieces of his pink hair falling into his face. "See the wings?" Shuichi spun around and oddly enough there were two tiny, fluffy white wings attached to his back.

"You don't act…or dress like I thought an angel would." I commented.

"I know," Shuichi sighed, "I figured by your reaction."

I let the 'angel' follow me into the bathroom as I got ready to have a shower. I ignored him as stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower. I continued to create theories about the presumed angel standing on the other side of the shower curtain, that was until Shuichi ripped back the shower curtain and jumped into the shower with me fully clothed.

I groaned as Shuichi stood under the spray of warm water smiling. "Get out." I ordered, watching Shuichi's very minimal clothing become completely soaked.

"Aww do I have to?" Shuichi whined, water dripping through his pink hair.

"Yes."

Shuichi dropped his head and stepped out of the shower. He stood there awkwardly, his clothes dripping and making small puddles around his feet until I turned off the water and stepped out wrapping a towel around my waist.

"Take off your clothes." I ordered handing him a fluffy white towel.

"Okay." Shuichi replied immediately sliding out of his tight jean shorts and peeled off his wet shirt that clung to his back.

"Don't you have any dignity?" I asked, staring in awe at the speed Shuichi had torn off his clothes.

"Hmm?" Shuichi stood clad in only his black spandex shorts that he had under his jeans. "Did I do something wrong again?" He asked lowering his head.

"No, you're just really…different."

Shuichi pondered this for a moment, taking the towel from me and wrapping it around his waist like I had done. "Different is bad?"

"Not necessarily, difference's interesting." I replied walking out of the bathroom with Shuichi following close behind.

"So what are we doing now?" Shuichi asked as I pulled a pair of tight jeans and a baggy shirt from the hotel closet.

"We," I sputtered. "There's no 'we', you're going to leave and I'm going to sleep." I announced guiding Shuichi to the door and lightly pushing him outside.

I threw myself back down on my bed after getting dressed and covered my face with my hands. Goosebumps ran in frigid lines across my skin as the cool air in the room met with my damp skin.

I slid off the bed and went into the bathroom and picked up my clothes off the floor. Shuichi's sopping wet clothes were in a small pile in the center of the tile floor. I picked them up and wrung them out in the bathtub before hanging them across the clothes hamper to dry.

A loud sneeze and people talking averted my attention to the door of the room. I crept over to the door and looked through the peephole. Shuichi was still standing there, one hand clutching the towel and the other arm draped across his chest.

A hotel maid stood at Shuichi left asking him questions about why he was standing in the hall in only a towel, and why he didn't have his key.

Shuichi just nodded and tried to keep up with the conversation as she waved her red nails in his direction. "You have about ten seconds to tell me who you are before I call security and have you arrested for—"

"I'm sorry ma'am, he's with me." I reluctantly cut in, opening the door. Shuichi raised his head and smiled. "Come in." I mumbled. Shuichi tilted his head to the side but didn't move. "Come in." I said louder tugging on his shoulders to pull him into the room. Shuichi's skin was freezing!

I closed the door and rubbed my hands along his shoulders, trying to warm him up. "Sit down on the bed, I'll be right back."

I'm such an idiot. I get what I asked for and I almost ruin it.

I walked back over to Shuichi with a handful of towels and some clothes. "Here." I said dropping the clothes and towels in his lap.

Shuichi just looked up at me with a confused look on his face. I sighed, grabbing one of the towels. I leaned closer to Shuichi and began towel drying his hair for him.

Shuichi just sat there patiently shivering with goosebumps along his back. I threw a towel over Shuichi bare shoulders, "Are you alright?"

Shuichi looked up at me and nodded, "I'm fine. How are you?"

"Tired. Now go and get dressed." I shooed Shuichi off into the bathroom with a set of dry clothes and he re-appeared five minutes later wearing my loosely fitting blue and white pajama bottoms and a white wife beater.

"Is this what it's supposed to look like?" Shuichi asked spinning in a circle.

"Yup." I replied giving him a once over.

Shuichi stood there playing with the ends of his shirt.

"So…why didn't the maid see your wings?" I asked, circling Shuichi. "Can…can I touch them?" Shuichi nodded and I ran my index finger over the edge of one of his wings. They felt like pure silk, and were warm to the touch. I began stroking his feathers individually, feeling their soft texture in between my fingers.

"She didn't see them only because I didn't want her to see them."

"You can do that?" I grew bolder and began running both my hands through his two wings.

"Of course." Shuichi yawned, shivering slightly as my fingers brushed past the arch in his back.

I inhaled slowly, finally catching a breath of his smell. It was completely indescribable, like nothing I had ever smelt before. "Go to sleep."

"Hmm?"

"You're tired. Get in bed and go to sleep." I said taking a pillow off the bed. "I'll sleep on the floor."

"No, no, no, no!" Shuichi exclaimed. "I want to sleep where you sleep! Please don't change anything for me!" Shuichi cried taking my pillow. "Let me sleep with you." I felt my cheeks get hot at his choice of words.

"Fine." I unzipped my jeans and tossed them on the ground and crawled into bed in my boxers. Shuichi jumped into bed and pulled the covers up past his shoulders.

"G'night."

"Goodnight, Shuichi."

I woke up the next morning noticing several things. The first being, I wasn't tired. Not a single part of my body felt un-rested. The second thing that came to my attention was that I couldn't feel my hand, and Shuichi was using my chest as a pillow.

I felt my face flush noticing that my hand was wrapped around his waist, and one of his legs was curled around mine.

I slid out of bed, letting Shuichi face drop softly onto the mattress. My heart quickened as Shuichi groaned and moved over to the spot where I had been laying.

I sneaked into the bathroom and slipped into a pair of loose jeans that hung on my waist comfortably. I threw on a shirt as I walked out of the bathroom and back towards the bed. Shuichi was still in the same position, the only movement being the rising and falling of his chest.

Timidly I reached out and ran my fingers along the back of Shuichi's neck, feeling the warmth and softness of the flesh there, but pulled away quickly the second he shivered and showed signs of waking up.

I pulled the covers up over Shuichi's shoulders, grabbed my cell phone off the nightstand and walked out the door, making sure to flip over the sign to 'do not disturb'.

Flipping open my phone as I stepped inside the elevator I pressed 'one' and waited for K to pick up his phone.

K answered his gruff American accent present. "Ryuichi?"

"Yep, it's me." I answered with my expected happy attitude.

"You were supposed to call me an hour ago," I pulled back my sleeve with the teeth and checked my watch. "But I figured since you worked so hard yesterday I'd let you sleep in."

"Oh, okay thanks K." I walked out of the elevator and into the lobby, where a few hotel employees stared at me in awe and the guests gasped and chattered amongst themselves about how I was the legendary Japanese vocalist Ryuichi Sakuma.

I slipped on a pair of dark sunglasses with one hand and made my way over to a small corner of the lobby, "where do you want me—"

"Ryuichi, what have I told you about going into corners when you're in a public place?" I groaned and stepped away from the wall I was leaning on. "Fans can trap you when you go into corners."

Blah, blah, blah. "Oh sorry K!" I said quickly. I rubbed my temple. "Be outside in one minute, I'll have the car pull around and pick you up.

I snapped my cell phone shut and slipped it into my jeans.

"So what's the plan for today?" I asked getting into K's black Toyota RAV4.

"You have an interview at ten, a photo shoot at eleven thirty, we'll break at twelve—"

"I have to go back to my room for a little bit at twelve." K raised his eyebrow in suspicion but didn't say anything more.

"Then two more interviews, a small performance and then that's it for the day."

I rested my chin in my palm knowing that I didn't really have any other choice, or say in what we, correction, what I did during the day. I was successful in Japan; I had to me even more successful in America.

Let the fun begin.

TBC!

A/N:

Thanks for reading, review please and tell me what you think.

I'm sorry it took me SO long to update. School equals blaaa. Oh if anyone wants a mental picture of what Shuichi's wings look like, I suck at describing things /sweatdrop/ they look like Subaru's from dot hack/SIGN. I apologize for any mistakes, I'm re-reading this to make sure it makes sense at two am.

Ja! Tiki