Chapter Seventeen
After The Pain
Shuichi was sitting on his bed, absently strumming the keys of his keyboard and singing softly, a son that he had heard somewhere before. His voice choked on some of the words and some tears found their way down his cheeks, but he had to sing. He looked out the window, almost hoping that Yuki would be standing there, but it was useless. He set the keyboard down on his bed, staring through the darkness at his ceiling. Hiro frowned as he heard the last notes die out.
"Shuichi..." He murmured, his eyes filling with sorrow. He would've never seen Shuichi this depressed. He cracked the door open. "Shuichi?"
"Yeah, what is it Hiro." He softly said as he walked in.
"If being a part from Yuki bothers you that much, then why are you here? Every time I ask you, you put me off with that stupid 'I'm fine' smile." Hiro sat beside Shuichi.
Shuichi smeared his eyes, cause they were blurry from tears. "Hiro..." He started crying again and quickly embraced his friend. His hands jerked at his shirt and he rubbed his head farther into his chest as if it could make the pain go away. "Hiro! I was first. I loved Yuki before him..." He muffled his words beneath the two of them. "I just want to forget him...I want him to disappear!"
"Shuichi..." Hiro gently patted the boys head.
"I'd do anything to get things back to the way they were. Anything. I just want Yuki to love me...only me." Shuichi pulled away from the other man and sobbed quietly.
Hiro lightly wrapped his arms around Shuichi's shoulder and stroked his hair lightly, whispering. "Shhh..." Shuichi's head tilted to one side quizzically and he stopped crying for a moment. His head rested against Hiro's. He felt Shuichi's head burying into his shoulder and twined his fingers through the pink hair gently. He rocked back and forth with Shuichi in his arms, trying to stop the gentle tears that fell so rapidly down the pale boy's cheek.
"I still love Yuki, Hiro. No matter what he does to hurt me." Shuichi fell asleep, exhausted from crying, into Hiro's arms. Hiro sighed and suddenly remembered that he knew the number to Yuki's place. Apologizing quietly for the distant between them, he stood up, laying Shuichi gently on the bed before picking up the phone. After five rings, the phone was answered and there was a hesitation before a male voice answered.
"Who the fuck do you think you are..." Hiro growled.
"How is he?" Yuki asked finally.
"Half-dead from crying." He sighed. "You know...you're a complete asshole. You know this isn't the first time you hurt him, but it will be your last. I'm sick of your crappy reasons for hurting Shuichi, the kid is going to be really hurt permanently if you keep this up. When you finally realize how special this kid is, you may just have already lost him!" Hiro hung up rapidly with force.
Yuki sat staring into space at the kitchen table. The past couple of days had been hell to him and he knew he deserved it. The room remained quiet and eerily dark since Shuichi left and Yuki no long had a will to live with the same enthusiasm. Yuki collected his thoughts, head held low in his hands with a look of grief. Ryo walked in nervously, he knew it wasn't the moment to interrupt Yuki will he was sulking. Yuki suddenly shifted his eyes toward Ryo from their original attention.
"Ryo..." He closed his eyes once more before continuing.
"Y..Yes Yuki." Ryo palely sat down on the other side of the table.
"Rather than linger on this feeling...I have to say it. I'm...I'm sorry Ryo. I know you've noticed, but don't mention it often. I love Shuichi...it was never like I stopped loving him. I was just being selfish and blinded when I brought you into this. It's my fault for doing this, but I have had more than enough chances to fix it, I just didn't. So I'm making up for it."
Ryo smiled painfully and stood up. "It's not like I didn't know what was going to happen Yuki...but you did take long than I expected. If I was Shuichi I would never forgive you. Then again it's you, and I couldn't keep that ideal very long." He laughed shortly and pushed in the chair. "Rather than grin and bare it like I am use to doing, I'll just say it. I love you Yuki. No matter how much I hate Shuichi and despise giving in...I can't have you. Shuichi is one lucky bastard though. He gets to have you, hands down."
"Shuichi, stop! You've had enough!" Hiro yelled jerking a bottle of wine from Shuichi's sweaty palms.
Shuichi smiled in a daze and crazily wobbled side to side. "This is all I want to do when my heart has been pulled out." Shuichi jumps toward Hiro and reaches for the bottle again. Hiro blocks the crazed boy and shoves him off.
"This is not going to get Yuki back! You have to confront him." Hiro walked off and poured the rest down the sink. "If you don't how will he know how you really feel!"
Shuichi stared coldly at the floor, "I don't think I can Hiro. After so much has happened, I don't think I can." Hiro smiled and patted Shuichi on the back. Shuichi didn't hesitate afterwards. He got up and rushed out the door. He breathed heavily as he ran down the stairs and through the front down. In an odd coincidence Yuki was traveling along the opposite sidewalk. Shuichi finally reached the sidewalk with a crash. He slide slightly trying to turn too quick, which the pasting by Yuki notices. Shuichi?
"Shuichi!" Hearing his name suddenly called, Shuichi looked over is shoulder at Yuki, smiled in that comforting, nothing can get me way, and turned.
"Yuki.." Shuichi whispered. The light suddenly turns red and Yuki doesn't wait to cross the street. Shuichi wide eyed, for just a moment when he sees a red Toyota flying by, totally regarding the red light. And like hell it's self, in a red flame of hate it took Yuki. Shuichi rushed over the very next second the car hit and ran. Falling to his knees, crying as he held his limp lover's body close to his. "Yuki. Yuki. Yuki!"
To be Continued...
It's finally getting down to the final chapters of Karaoke Love, stay with me until the end alright loyal Gravitation Fans. Oh and please pm me f you want to suggest my next yaoi fanficplease