Wow...I updated! This chapter should be a bit longer than the last one, butI could be wrong. I hope everyone likes it! Enjoy!
I do not own gravitation. All I own are the manga books! ..oh...nevermind, I have to give them back to the library...((cries))
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Shuichi ran down the white hospital hallways, automatically dodging the other people and equipment, seemingly oblivious to all that was happening around him. His ears rung with his footfalls, and the echo of 'Eiri Uesugi' over and over again in a dull rhythm, feuling his steps.
He kept moving, his mind not really grasping where he was, or where he was going. Instead, the only thought he could handle was 'Run.' He wasn't even sure why he was running, or from what, he just needed to be away from them. The voices, those terrible, terrible voices. The voices. So that's what I'm running from...oh, Yuki, Yuki, Yuki...
With his reason for escape intact, he ran faster, wanting even more desperately to be away. He didn't even see Hiro and K until he was about to literally run them over.
"Shu! Hey, man, slow down," Hiro managed to grab hold of Shuichi's shirt to keep him still. He pulled his friend towards him, years of friendship alerting him something wrong. Cupping his chin, he forced the pink-headed boy to look at him. The site he was greeted with was nothing like what he had expected from someone whose lover was being hospitalized. And nothing like what he would expect from Shuichi, ever.
He found himself looking into those brilliant violet eyes he knew so well. But there was something strange about them, too. Something which made them unfamiliar. A look of, could it be, despairation? And confusion, too? Both transfused themselves into the normally happy-go-lucky violetness of his friend's eyes, distorting them into something Hiro had never seen before in them. And something else was there too, a small, lingering glint of hatred that seemed to disappear in an instant, only to be replaced by tears.
Shuichi could feel himself falling apart already, the thoughts of life without Yuki seemed too terrible to endure. Hiro gently pulled his friend with him, knowing that Shuichi losing it in the middle of the busy reception room would cause too much gossip, something, by the look of him, Shuichi couldn't take right now.
K followed, casting glances in all directions in search of reporters. He knew why they were moving, and was actually semi-surprised Hiro has the immediate sense to move them out of gossip's way.
Hiro was supporting Shuichi, one arm wrapped around his friend's back with a steady hand gripping his shoulder. He led them to a hallway off the waiting room which seemed mostly unused and where no one wandered. Shuichi couldn't have cared. He was lost in his own whirl of thoughts.
Images reached their way to the surface of his mind, then disappeared, being replaced by even more heartwrenching ones. He saw Yuki. He saw Himself. He saw the two of them caught in a desperate kiss, and felt the burning sensation on his lips. He saw Yuki yelling at the last stupid thing he's done, and saw himself trying half heartedly to defend himself, his resolve breaking and tears overwhelming him. All memories good and bad seemed to cling behind his closed eyelids, a feeling flashing across his sences from each: warm, sour, sweet, bitter, and his own impowered love never vocaly returned. But despite the lack of verbal recognition from Yuki, Shuichi had known the seemingly cold novelist loved him.
Loving Yuki was so much more than he could ever have wished for himself. He couldn't describe it, he couldn't say it enough, in fact, nothing was enough to really make the person understand, it just was. And Shuichi became it, twisting his own soul with the one he loved, then leaving part of it with them forever. But now...What if that had changed?
Shuichi had never needed to hear Yuki say he loved him. He wanted it, but he didn't need it. Somewhere deep down inside him, there had always been a sense of knowing, and understanding with Yuki's lack of "I love you"'s. Now, when it seemed he had been wrong, the loss he felt where he had held his understanding seemed to be spreading and consuming him into emptyness. And it hurt. It hurt so much. He could barely stand it.
Hiro turned his friend roughly to face him, placing both hands on his shoulders so he could look into his eyes. But Shuichi's eyes remained downcast, his tears slowly leaking their way down his face and shuddering on the tip of his nose, before dropping to the tile floor. He lifted his friends chin, feeling slightly annoyed with his silence. He hated seeing Shu this way, it broke his heart. He needed to see his friend smiling, and he wanted it now more than ever.
"Shuichi? Please, Shu. Talk to me." He cooed gently, in hopes his soothing voice would quell the singer's tears. He was given no response. "Shu? Please Shu. What happened?"
Shuichi heard his friends voice. Distantly at first, then Hiro's ergency got to him. Hiro was worried? About him? It seemed that way. Funny...Of course Hiro cares about me... The realization made his mouth twitch slightly towards a smile. He moved his head to look at Hiro, observing the raw worry in his face, and a wave of guilt crept over him. He had made Hiro worry about him, and he hated that. Hiro shouldn't have to deal with being worried about me. That's not fair! He shouldn't worry! Ugh...I'm worrying him still. There was only one thing he could think to do: suck it up and hide it.
Shuichi's tear strewn face looked up at Hiro, suddenly changing from its former look of despair. He smiled reassuringly.
"I'm sorry, Hiro." Shuichi began. "I'm ok, really. But I have to go now. I'll see you later, ok?" Shuichi didn't wait for an answer, simply turned around with an unusual calmness and headed towards the exit. Behind him a stunned guitarist and manager stood, unable to move from surprise.
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Ok, so not too much happened in it-sorry!...Shuichi should get home in the next chapter (or he might go somewhere else, too...honestly, I'm not sure yet.) But it should be the beginning of why I have this listedunder angst. Because I love angst. And angst plus Shuichi equals happiness...wouldn't you agree?
Oh yes, please review! I will love you forever and read all of your stories and review them! (aha! bribery!) And well...suggestions are great, too. Oh yeah, thanks for reading!