Title: Our Hearts, Our Life, Our Love

Author: j-chan

Theme: snow globe #28 8/50

Rating: PG

Warnings: angst. Angstangstangst. Death fic.

Disclaimer: Gravitation and characters mentioned are not property of me, though I wish they were because then Suguru would be in the remixes, damnit!

Summary: On their 25th anniversary, Suguru and Tatsuha receive a gift from their deceased lover.

Note: Again, these are separate stories and they don't follow any order. In this particular one, Suguru and Tatsuha are 43 years old and Ryuichi would have been around 58. It ties just a little into Mine, Not Yours, but not that much (it mentions Tatsuha was a model). It is still separate from everything else.

Our Hearts, Our Life, Our Love

It was a morning just like any other or, at least, it should have been a morning like any other. This morning was different than the others. This morning should have been special. It should have been surrounded with flowers and chocolates and crazy stories of youth. It should have been filled with laughter and love. It should have been so many things that it was not.

The date was June 2nd, a day that nearly everybody in Japan knew. Many of the new young adults didn't care much for it, but the older adults still smiled when they say the date on the calendar. A date that was the happiest moment for three souls tied together by the power of love. A love so strong that nothing had been able to break it, except the day itself.

June second was also the day that the legend of Japanese rock, Sakuma Ryuichi, finally lost his struggling battle with leukemia nearly a year before. He left behind his legend, but also the other two parts of his soul, to continue on in the world. A world that neither felt was right living in without their beloved.

Sakuma-Fujisaki Suguru and Sakuma-Uesugi Tatsuha stood side by side in the pouring rain, watching their lover's gravesite with heavy eyes. No sound escaped either of them as they tried to focus on what needed to be done. They had made a promise together with their love and they refused to break it, no matter what. Today was supposed to be a happy day, no tears were supposed to fall. It was a dying man's last wish.

Slowly, the elder of the two knelt down by the grave to run his fingers over it. "Good morning, Ryuichi," he said softly. "Happy anniversary, my love. It's been twenty-five good years. Twenty-five years of waking up to your smile, your love."

The younger knelt down as well, biting back tears that threatened to come. "We brought you a gift, just like you wanted. We know you're going to love it, you always did." He lay a bouquet of flowers down on top of the grave. "They're your favorite… one of every flower in the shop. Hakata says hello, too."

"She promised she'd visit later," the elder continued. "Kuma-chan misses you too, Ryuichi. We would have brought him, but he has a cold." He smiled a little, remembering that Ryuichi always claimed Kumagaro had a cold on rainy days. "We'll bring him next time." Leaning forward, the two men gently kissed the gravestone before standing again.

Today was supposed to be a day filled with smiles, with laughter. Instead, it was filled with pain and grief. The day that marked the best-known tri-couple in Japan's anniversary was also the day that marked the death of the eldest in the couple. It was a day that gave both joy and pain, especially to the two he left behind.

Turning, Tatsuha and Suguru moved inside the temple. It was the same temple that Tatsuha's family owned and they had been living there ever since the doctor's first told them the fate of Ryuichi. It gave the singer a peaceful surrounding as well as enough comfort so he could get better. It had been working as well, or so they believed. The disease was too far in and the legendary sing couldn't fight it anymore.

"Come on, Su, let's get out of these clothes." Tatsuha moved up behind his lover, gently taking off the wet jacket. Time had changed the dark haired man. Grey streaked his hair while age lines had already begun to show on his face. His body was no longer perfect as it was when he was a model. His stomach had a slight beer belly, but not so big that it was totally noticeable. He was old and he didn't like it.

After his jacket was off, Suguru turned and helped Tatsuha with his own, with a little more trouble than he wanted to admit. Years of being in Bad Luck had done a number on the prodigy's body. He was still short and skinny, but no muscle lined his once toned stomach. His fingers had arthritis in them and he could no longer play his piano without something aching. His back gave a twinge every now and then due to his synth was always lower than it should have been. Age hadn't been kind to either of them.

"What do you want for breakfast? I'll make it."

Tatsuha shook his head, placing a kiss to Suguru's forehead. "Go take your medicine, you fingers are stiff. I'll do it."

Suguru sighed, but turned to do just that. As he passed by the front door, he saw a man standing there with a package. "Can I help you, sir?"

"Is this the residence of Sakuma?"

"It is, can I help you?" Suguru moved toward the man. On their tenth anniversary, he and Tatsuha had legally taken Ryuichi's name. Suguru had to ignore that memory for the moment, not wanting to break down in front of this man.

"I have a package for Sakuma Tatsuha and Sakuma Suguru."

Suguru frowned, moving to sign the paper. Even though they took his name, they rarely went by it as not to confuse people. "Does it say who it's from?"

The man nodded and handed Suguru a box. "It's from Sakuma Ryuichi, request delivery order for today."

The box in Suguru's hand almost dropped as he heard that. Ryuichi .. had known from the beginning. He had known that he was going to die before this day. Turning the box Suguru glanced at the date it was originally sent and felt tears prick. It was marked three days before his death. The date blurred and before he knew it, Suguru was crying.

"Su? Honey, what's wrong?" Tatsuha came into the room, alarmed at the sound of his lover's sobs. "Honey? What … what's this?"

"It's from Ryuichi," Suguru whispered around his tears. "Tatsu, it's from Ryu."

The two brought the box to the kitchen after Suguru calmed down enough to move. Carefully, Tatsuha took out a knife and cut around the tape on the outside. Once finished, he opened the box and frowned at the styrofoam that met him. Together, they dragged it out of the box before cutting away at it. Inside was another box and a note. Slowly, Suguru picked it up and began to read.

"My dearest Suguru and Tatsuha.

I know this will make you upset, since I am not here to share in the joy that is our twenty-fifth anniversary, but I hope that you can still find room to smile. Know that I love you and I will always love you, no matter what part of the earth I am living on. Take care of Kuma-chan and I will meet you both many years from now in Heaven, where we belong together.

I love you both too much for words. Smile for me and don't cry. Live on for me and promise that you won't die too early just to see me. I'll be watching you, so I'll know.

I love you.

Sakuma-Fujisaki-Uesugi Ryuichi

p.s. I know in Japan it was never possible, but in my hearts you will be more than just my lovers and my soulmates. You are my life, my world, and my husbands. My last gift to you, cherish it always."

Suguru glanced up at Tatsuha, both of them crying. In his hands, Tatsuha held up a snow globe. Inside, was crystal carved copies of the three of them together as they looked in their youth. Around the edge was one, simple phrase.

"Our hearts, our life, our love. June 2nd, Ryuichi-Suguru-Tatsuha."