Author's Notes: Moshi! After weeks of trying to get an idea for this story (and all my other stories) I came up with this. It's not long, but, then again, I'm the type of person who likes nice short chapters. And then there's people who live for the longest chapters out there. And did you all know that children kinda creep me out? It's something that I recently found out and I'm bugging out every time I see one. Ok, maybe I'm getting WAY off topic...I like pie...but then again my breathe always smell like nasty jelly beans after I eat them...is anybody still reading this? Wow! You must have all the time in the world... so um...OH! If you have any ideas about this story and who Shuichi would end up with please tell me! Ok. My mind stopped rambling you can start reading... NOW!
Warnings: Angst, Yuki's dirty mouth.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Gravitation. I merely use them for my own personal use. :Grin:
Chapter 4
"Shuichi I don't' understand. I thought-"
"I have to find Yuki. Hiro, I need Yuki!"
"You need him? You need him to abuse you? Mistreat you? Or just kick you out? Shuichi, you're too good for him and you should know it!" He threw out his hands in frustration.
"You don't know the Yuki I know and I can't let him go." Shuichi tried to hold back more tears. His face was already red and puffy and he hated himself for crying like this.
"I don't' have to know him to know that he broke your heart." He said simply and slowly before taking the crying form into his arms and crushing their bodies together, never wanting to let go. "I don't have to know anything to know who you should be with... you're just not thinking clear because I know you never do." The guitarist said whole-heartedly.
"M-maybe... maybe I am stupid." He said hesitantly before returning the hug. Hiro smelled nice.
"I should go get the doctor and tell him about your recovery. I'll be back in a minute." Letting go of Shuichi, Hiro walked out.
Sigh.
Walking up to the window, he stared for a moment at nothing in particular. Everything seemed so distant. Maybe it was for the best that Yuki was out of his life. Hiro would take care of him, make him feel better about himself. Maybe Yuki was just there to show him who he should truly love, Hiro. But... if it's for the best, then what is this feeling that nothings where it's suppose to be? Alone..?
"No! I have Hiro! Hiro loves me." He spoke to himself, letting his thoughts consume and argue against his own mind.
Yuki...
"No! Hiro!"
Yuki...
"Hiro loves me!"
Yuki needs him...
"Hiro helps me!"
Yuki inspired him...
"But-but Hiro wants me!"
Shuichi wants Yuki...
He collapsed on the floor. Tears hurting and flowing from his eyes. Pain, like burning needles, hit his stomach. "YUKI!"
He didn't want to stay. He didn't want to leave. He wanted everything to fit, but more and more he was aware of the plain fact that being with either Hiro or Yuki would tear him apart. And it already did. He was broken to the point of no return.
Oo
At the airport a towering blond stood near a bar smoking a cigarette. He seemed important with his black suit, blood red shirt and dark glasses. But there was also a sad, pitiful feeling being near this man.
"Yuki..." The man heard, who turned out to be none other than the famous novelist, Yuki Eiri. Yuki turned to meet the worried eyes of Tohma. "You cant do this. Shuichi's not worth it!"
"It was Hiro... Hiro took him away from me." He said after taking a long drag from his cigarette. "The damn brat's best friend."
"Yuki-"
"Is there a reason you made me take a later flight?"
"I wanted to talk to you. Your not being reasonable."
Tohma pleaded against Yuki, trying his hardest to keep the love of his life near him. Of course without Shuichi, Tohma could get closer to Yuki but even with him gone Yuki would never love him the way he loved the singer.
"Reasonable? My whole life was fucked ever since I met him." He shoot the producer avicious glare that silenced the shorterblond man. "Thats better. Now if there's nothing else..." He paused look at the other man who said nothing more against him. "Then I'll be off." With that Tohma watched Yuki disappear into the crowd.
"Yuki..." He wanted to scream out but a mere whisper escaped his lips. "Shuichi's going to pay for this. I swear."
Moments later. "Mr. Yuki?" A surprisingly tall, red headed women spoke, snapping Yuki back from his on going thoughts. "Where are we going today?" She smiled taking Yuki's flight ticket and passport. "New York... OK everything checks out. I hope your flight is a good one."
"..." He politely nodded taking his things and walking on the platform. Taking one last look at his home, he rememdered Shuichi. His face, his voice, his touch. He was leaving and no one was going to stop him. "Good bye."
A plane to New York took off.
Author's Notes: So, how did you like this one? (puppy eyes) It took me soooo long to think of ideas for this chapter and if you hate it, then I'll be forced to throw my shoe at you! You've been warned! Okay! Now please review
