Disclaimer: Gravi isn't mine. It belongs to the great, the wonderful, Maki Murakami (who seems to project her brainwaves straight into my best friend's head). I just borrow her characters for a while to torture. ^_~
A/N: Little warning here, there's a pretty bad cliffie so if you detest cliffies, wait a week or so until ch. 7 comes out so you won't be on the edge of your seat for a week. ^_~
Dedication: lol, why not? I'm feeling crazy. I dedicate this chapter to Duo (my friend nicknamed Duo) because he's my honey and my Gare Bear! (who can help but love a guy who lets you call him 'Gare Bear'??) ^_~
Disillusionment
Chapter 6-Disillusionment (Part 1)
Chapter 6
The next morning, Shuichi woke up feeling incredibly tired. Yawning, he glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table, squinting at the brightness of the bright red numbers to his eyes which were still unused to the light.
Surprisingly, he wasn't late yet.
Yawning cavernously, he stretched, reaching his hands way up and trying to shake the sleepiness from his head. This was strange. Usually he woke up fairly quickly once he was fully conscious, but today…
Attributing it to the emotional ups and downs of the previous day, not to mention the exercise in bed, the boy swung his bare legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand up.
He immediately collapsed back onto the bed feeling as if the floor was literally giving way under his feet. Giving his pink-haired head another shake, this time a little less vigorous since it was starting to hurt a little, Shuichi tried to get up again, this time much more slowly.
Managing to keep his balance this time, Shuichi stumbled across the bedroom and into the hall to the bathroom, where he, as quickly as he could, locked the door with an echoing click. Finally not able to ignore the spinning anymore, the boy collapsed on the floor, propped up against the door with his face buried in his hands.
'Wh-what's…'
After a few more minutes of getting himself back together, Shuichi went to turn on the shower and quickly stepped in, hoping the rush of hot water would help soothe his muscles or his head, or whatever was bothering him so much.
It helped a little and Shuichi also felt himself waking up some more. Slowly squeezing a little puddle of scented shampoo into his palm, he lathered his head quickly and began to rinse it, hurrying up since even though he had gotten up earlier than normal, chances were that his little breaks would put him behind schedule as normal. Even though there wasn't really a schedule.
Twisting the knobs condensed with drops of water, Shuichi wrapped himself in Yuki's luxurious, heavy robe. It was a habit from way back during his days of first becoming Yuki's lover. Although the blond hated it, since the robe would be soaked afterwards and would have to go through a few cycles of the dryer before it completely dried.
But Shuichi didn't really care this morning. The verbal abuse he would get was well worth the warmth and comfort now. Blow-drying short pink hair and running a brush through it, Shuichi quickly got ready.
Once done, he sneaked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom where he hastily put together an outfit for the day comprised of grey slacks and a black turtleneck he had gotten specially to match the one that Yuki had. It was different from his usual bright, colorful, and crazy clothes. But for some reason, the strange feeling still hadn't completely melted away yet, and Shuichi didn't really want to play the dancing fool today.
Passing the kitchen, he grabbed a slice of toast off of a plate on the kitchen table that Yuki had apparently left out. Sticking it in his mouth to grab his bag, Shuichi smiled around the bread, pleased at Yuki's thoughtfulness.
With a quick shout to Yuki's closed study door, Shuichi yanked the door open and ran out, having caught a glance at the clock on the wall which informed him that he was already twenty minutes late.
He dashed down the stairs and for a few minutes, winding past people on the crowded sidewalks, glad that none of them seemed to recognize him, because he had forgotten his usual sunglasses and hat. But Shuichi quickly became out of breath and found that he was heaving to even catch his breath.
Pausing in a shadowed alley, he rested against the wall, a hand on his chest. He started coughing again like he had when he was drinking the hot chocolate. Bent almost double, the hacking coughs burned his lungs and he was soon wheezing again for breath.
But that passed too after a little while, so Shuichi left the alley, pulling the neck of his turtleneck up a little in an attempt to hide his face. This time he walked, resigning himself to being yelled at by his manager, his bandmates, his producer, and just about everyone from Tohma to Sumisu, Tohma's secretary who was obsessed with the so called 'evil coolness' of the blond.
Now barely shuffling along, Shuichi kicked at a random stone on the ground. Getting to a small bridge, he kicked the stone halfway across that, then stopped and stared down into the dark, swirling river below. He kicked the stone into the river and kept walking.
Finally getting to the revolving door of NG studios, Shuichi patiently waited in his little section of it instead of shoving through the regular doors on the sides and sprinting off like he usually did. With a little nod at the secretary and guard sitting at the semi-circle desk, he went to the silver elevator to the right and pushed the up button, watching it light up.
The sound of cables and gears moving in the elevator shaft reached Shuichi's ears and he concentrated on that, firmly ignoring the gossiping whispers the secretary and guard were exchanging while he wasn't looking. As if he needed to be staring straight at them to catch wisps of their conversation.
"Shindou"—"Bad Luck"—"Strange"—"Pale"—"Don't know wh…"—"Yeah, Seguchi…"—"heard that he…"
Those few short words were all Shuichi needed and he coolly brushed them off, calmly stepping into the elevator without even looking back at the pair. But once inside the silver room and the doors had closed, Shuichi leaned heavily against one of the walls, briskly running his face with both hands. He was so frustrated at the constant gossiping. His life spread all over tabloids for the whole world to analyze, to dismiss, to make fun off. Which they did.
Too soon, the elevator 'ding'-ed and the doors popped open to Bad Luck's floor. His pack seeming incredibly heavy now, Shuichi headed towards the studio, eager to drop into one of the more comfortable chairs. He had it all picked out, the one next to the window and almost hidden behind the huge plant…
"Where have you been?" with the combination of that heavily accented Japanese and the cold metal pressed into the back of his neck, Shuichi stuck both hands into the air and froze,
"Um…" It was sounded like a feeble defense, even to himself,
"Not good enough." There was silence.
"Did you get the last song done?" More silence. Then there came the metallic sound of a gun's safety being turned off,
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just shoot you." The American's voice sounded a little strained as if he was just barely reining his anger. Shuichi winced and squeezed his amethyst eyes shut, hands fisting,
"K! No! You can't shoot him, let him finish the songs, then kill him!" A dark blur came out of one of the hall streaking towards the long-haired blond. Sakano's hands grabbed the gun, except K's finger was still stuck on the trigger and he ended up pulling K's hand along with the gun to his chest.
But K, realizing quickly that the safety was off, swore loudly in English and aimed the gun away from the eccentric producer.
It went off.
~*~
Eep. Don't hurt me. Wow, that was kinda a bad cliffhanger, wasn't it? lol, ^_^; Sorry, but Part 1 of chapter Disillusionment had to end here. And plus...I was feeling hyper and happy and evil. ^_^
Why am I happy? Well, let's just say Duo and LOTR and leave it at that...^_~ By the way, if you're a LOTR and a yaoi/slash fan, there are a whole bunch of really good Aragorn/Legolas fanfics out there. Well, now you know what I've been up to the past week...^_^;
Anyway. Well, see you all again in about a week! ^_~
Review Replies:
(Can't be forgetting my wonderful reviewers!)
Burned Vamp: .; Shhhhhhh! You're gonna give away my whole carefully thought/planned out plot!! ...am I allowed to gag a reviewer to keep them from reveiling my whole plot?? ^_~ lol, j/k
Black Dios: Gack!! x.x; *dies* Okay, you killed the author. Now, no more chapters. ^_~ (j/k...my ghost will continue to haunt ff.net)
Anna Sartin: well, this is part 1 and probably last bit of real fluff until...part 3? At least. I dunno... And yes, love is a rocky road...*sigh* hey, that reminds of ice cream...yum...
god_damned (god_damned@sanzo.zzn.com): Well, my way of thinking: Suguru around these hot gay guys all the time? He's gotta bend sooner or later. So he is. Or at least in my fic where I am god...goddess. whatever. ^_~
Pato San: Make it happen? Okay, I guess. I don't have any flames about Suguru/Hiro yet, so I think I'll keep going with that. But yes, *evil laugh* Suguru must suffer, of course!
:): Smiley face person!!! Give you happy face flag? ...hm...nah! *hugs flag* My preciousss....(whoa, way too much LOTR) lol, yep, I LOVE GW! You have to give me your e-mail sometime so I have someone to rant with about Gundam Wing AND Gravitation, lol. ^_^
firedraygon97: lol, just have Suguru randomly leap into Hiro's arms? hehe...I should consider that...^_~ It would certainly shock Hiro, wouldn't it?
Kadzuki Fuchoin: lol, thanks! ^_^ This soon enough?
Ooh, lots of comments about the whole Hiro/Suguru thing. Thanks for input, guys. Now...just gotta decide...painful unrequited love? Or happy fluff with the two of them screwing like bunnies? hehehe...
A/N: Little warning here, there's a pretty bad cliffie so if you detest cliffies, wait a week or so until ch. 7 comes out so you won't be on the edge of your seat for a week. ^_~
Dedication: lol, why not? I'm feeling crazy. I dedicate this chapter to Duo (my friend nicknamed Duo) because he's my honey and my Gare Bear! (who can help but love a guy who lets you call him 'Gare Bear'??) ^_~
Disillusionment
Chapter 6-Disillusionment (Part 1)
Chapter 6
The next morning, Shuichi woke up feeling incredibly tired. Yawning, he glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table, squinting at the brightness of the bright red numbers to his eyes which were still unused to the light.
Surprisingly, he wasn't late yet.
Yawning cavernously, he stretched, reaching his hands way up and trying to shake the sleepiness from his head. This was strange. Usually he woke up fairly quickly once he was fully conscious, but today…
Attributing it to the emotional ups and downs of the previous day, not to mention the exercise in bed, the boy swung his bare legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand up.
He immediately collapsed back onto the bed feeling as if the floor was literally giving way under his feet. Giving his pink-haired head another shake, this time a little less vigorous since it was starting to hurt a little, Shuichi tried to get up again, this time much more slowly.
Managing to keep his balance this time, Shuichi stumbled across the bedroom and into the hall to the bathroom, where he, as quickly as he could, locked the door with an echoing click. Finally not able to ignore the spinning anymore, the boy collapsed on the floor, propped up against the door with his face buried in his hands.
'Wh-what's…'
After a few more minutes of getting himself back together, Shuichi went to turn on the shower and quickly stepped in, hoping the rush of hot water would help soothe his muscles or his head, or whatever was bothering him so much.
It helped a little and Shuichi also felt himself waking up some more. Slowly squeezing a little puddle of scented shampoo into his palm, he lathered his head quickly and began to rinse it, hurrying up since even though he had gotten up earlier than normal, chances were that his little breaks would put him behind schedule as normal. Even though there wasn't really a schedule.
Twisting the knobs condensed with drops of water, Shuichi wrapped himself in Yuki's luxurious, heavy robe. It was a habit from way back during his days of first becoming Yuki's lover. Although the blond hated it, since the robe would be soaked afterwards and would have to go through a few cycles of the dryer before it completely dried.
But Shuichi didn't really care this morning. The verbal abuse he would get was well worth the warmth and comfort now. Blow-drying short pink hair and running a brush through it, Shuichi quickly got ready.
Once done, he sneaked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom where he hastily put together an outfit for the day comprised of grey slacks and a black turtleneck he had gotten specially to match the one that Yuki had. It was different from his usual bright, colorful, and crazy clothes. But for some reason, the strange feeling still hadn't completely melted away yet, and Shuichi didn't really want to play the dancing fool today.
Passing the kitchen, he grabbed a slice of toast off of a plate on the kitchen table that Yuki had apparently left out. Sticking it in his mouth to grab his bag, Shuichi smiled around the bread, pleased at Yuki's thoughtfulness.
With a quick shout to Yuki's closed study door, Shuichi yanked the door open and ran out, having caught a glance at the clock on the wall which informed him that he was already twenty minutes late.
He dashed down the stairs and for a few minutes, winding past people on the crowded sidewalks, glad that none of them seemed to recognize him, because he had forgotten his usual sunglasses and hat. But Shuichi quickly became out of breath and found that he was heaving to even catch his breath.
Pausing in a shadowed alley, he rested against the wall, a hand on his chest. He started coughing again like he had when he was drinking the hot chocolate. Bent almost double, the hacking coughs burned his lungs and he was soon wheezing again for breath.
But that passed too after a little while, so Shuichi left the alley, pulling the neck of his turtleneck up a little in an attempt to hide his face. This time he walked, resigning himself to being yelled at by his manager, his bandmates, his producer, and just about everyone from Tohma to Sumisu, Tohma's secretary who was obsessed with the so called 'evil coolness' of the blond.
Now barely shuffling along, Shuichi kicked at a random stone on the ground. Getting to a small bridge, he kicked the stone halfway across that, then stopped and stared down into the dark, swirling river below. He kicked the stone into the river and kept walking.
Finally getting to the revolving door of NG studios, Shuichi patiently waited in his little section of it instead of shoving through the regular doors on the sides and sprinting off like he usually did. With a little nod at the secretary and guard sitting at the semi-circle desk, he went to the silver elevator to the right and pushed the up button, watching it light up.
The sound of cables and gears moving in the elevator shaft reached Shuichi's ears and he concentrated on that, firmly ignoring the gossiping whispers the secretary and guard were exchanging while he wasn't looking. As if he needed to be staring straight at them to catch wisps of their conversation.
"Shindou"—"Bad Luck"—"Strange"—"Pale"—"Don't know wh…"—"Yeah, Seguchi…"—"heard that he…"
Those few short words were all Shuichi needed and he coolly brushed them off, calmly stepping into the elevator without even looking back at the pair. But once inside the silver room and the doors had closed, Shuichi leaned heavily against one of the walls, briskly running his face with both hands. He was so frustrated at the constant gossiping. His life spread all over tabloids for the whole world to analyze, to dismiss, to make fun off. Which they did.
Too soon, the elevator 'ding'-ed and the doors popped open to Bad Luck's floor. His pack seeming incredibly heavy now, Shuichi headed towards the studio, eager to drop into one of the more comfortable chairs. He had it all picked out, the one next to the window and almost hidden behind the huge plant…
"Where have you been?" with the combination of that heavily accented Japanese and the cold metal pressed into the back of his neck, Shuichi stuck both hands into the air and froze,
"Um…" It was sounded like a feeble defense, even to himself,
"Not good enough." There was silence.
"Did you get the last song done?" More silence. Then there came the metallic sound of a gun's safety being turned off,
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just shoot you." The American's voice sounded a little strained as if he was just barely reining his anger. Shuichi winced and squeezed his amethyst eyes shut, hands fisting,
"K! No! You can't shoot him, let him finish the songs, then kill him!" A dark blur came out of one of the hall streaking towards the long-haired blond. Sakano's hands grabbed the gun, except K's finger was still stuck on the trigger and he ended up pulling K's hand along with the gun to his chest.
But K, realizing quickly that the safety was off, swore loudly in English and aimed the gun away from the eccentric producer.
It went off.
~*~
Eep. Don't hurt me. Wow, that was kinda a bad cliffhanger, wasn't it? lol, ^_^; Sorry, but Part 1 of chapter Disillusionment had to end here. And plus...I was feeling hyper and happy and evil. ^_^
Why am I happy? Well, let's just say Duo and LOTR and leave it at that...^_~ By the way, if you're a LOTR and a yaoi/slash fan, there are a whole bunch of really good Aragorn/Legolas fanfics out there. Well, now you know what I've been up to the past week...^_^;
Anyway. Well, see you all again in about a week! ^_~
Review Replies:
(Can't be forgetting my wonderful reviewers!)
Burned Vamp: .; Shhhhhhh! You're gonna give away my whole carefully thought/planned out plot!! ...am I allowed to gag a reviewer to keep them from reveiling my whole plot?? ^_~ lol, j/k
Black Dios: Gack!! x.x; *dies* Okay, you killed the author. Now, no more chapters. ^_~ (j/k...my ghost will continue to haunt ff.net)
Anna Sartin: well, this is part 1 and probably last bit of real fluff until...part 3? At least. I dunno... And yes, love is a rocky road...*sigh* hey, that reminds of ice cream...yum...
god_damned (god_damned@sanzo.zzn.com): Well, my way of thinking: Suguru around these hot gay guys all the time? He's gotta bend sooner or later. So he is. Or at least in my fic where I am god...goddess. whatever. ^_~
Pato San: Make it happen? Okay, I guess. I don't have any flames about Suguru/Hiro yet, so I think I'll keep going with that. But yes, *evil laugh* Suguru must suffer, of course!
:): Smiley face person!!! Give you happy face flag? ...hm...nah! *hugs flag* My preciousss....(whoa, way too much LOTR) lol, yep, I LOVE GW! You have to give me your e-mail sometime so I have someone to rant with about Gundam Wing AND Gravitation, lol. ^_^
firedraygon97: lol, just have Suguru randomly leap into Hiro's arms? hehe...I should consider that...^_~ It would certainly shock Hiro, wouldn't it?
Kadzuki Fuchoin: lol, thanks! ^_^ This soon enough?
Ooh, lots of comments about the whole Hiro/Suguru thing. Thanks for input, guys. Now...just gotta decide...painful unrequited love? Or happy fluff with the two of them screwing like bunnies? hehehe...