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♪-scenes switching in the present

Italics-thoughts or important words

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Being there 6:

Eiri told himself that he really didn't want to go to the university. He did not want to meet Shuichi after his class. He did not want to see Shuichi ever again. Shuichi was bad for him. Shuichi was a moron who assumed too much and needed to be taught a lesson. He didn't care if Shuichi was hurt, because he was an emotionless bastard who didn't care for anyone! Eiri nodded; yes all of those thoughts were absolutely true.

Then why was he standing in front of Shuichi's dorm room waiting for the guy to return? He shook his head…Shuichi was so bothersome. Glancing at his watch he realized that the kid was late…half an hour late. After all that determined talk, Shuichi was late. Why is the idiot late? Argh, he had left off writing his novel in the middle just to meet the pink haired ass and the brat was late!

"Eiri? Oh good you're here." Shuichi was standing in front of him with a smile. Next to him was an old guy, who looked like a fish. "I'd like you to meet, Ogikawa Sato, the president of this university. He wanted to talk to you."

Eiri schooled his face to be pleasantly expressionless. "Nice to meet you Ogikawa-san. I'm Uesugi Eiri. Uh…what did you want to speak to me about?"

Ogikawa-san smiled. "Nice to meet you too. Why don't we have some tea, in my office? Shuichi can spare you for a while, I hope." He saw Shuichi nod and turned back to Eiri steering him towards the office. Once they entered he rang for some tea and asked Eiri to have a seat.

"Now, Uesugi-san. Our literature professor, Yamashita Kumiko, is leaving. And we are desperately in need of a new teacher. I broached this matter with Shuichi. We were wondering if you'd like to take the job…even for a short time until we get someone else to take your place. You see, it would help out a lot and we would pay quite a high sum."

Eiri mulled over it for a while. "How did Shuichi get involved in this anyway?"

Ogikawa-san felt slightly puzzled. He was offering the man a job and he was wondering why Shuichi was involved. "Well, Shuichi needed to take up the literature class…we're offering extra credits in a few subjects and Shuichi had a lot of free time. He opted to take up literature for some reason…he said it might help him write good lyrics. Anyway, Uesugi-san what do you think of the job?"

Eiri frowned slightly. "Well, how about me calling you by tomorrow and informing you of my decision. It requires some amount of thought and I have to see if I can fit it in and write my novel before the deadline."

Ogikawa-san nodded. "That should be fine. But please inform me by tomorrow…"

Shuichi wondered what Eiri's reply would be. In the middle of his wondering he bumped into someone. He looked up in concern. "Uh…Shiroi-san, I'm sorry I didn't watch where I was going. Are you alright?"

Shiroi nodded. "I'm fine. But you don't look too good, Shindou-san." She reached out to wipe some mud off the other's face. Shuichi blushed as the young woman brushed his cheek lightly. Why was Shiroi looking at him like that?

Eiri walked up the path longing to yell at Shuichi for trying to give him more work. Suddenly he stopped. A red headed young woman was trailing her fingers down Shuichi's cheek. Eiri felt something boil up in him. He grit his teeth and walked up to them.

"Shuichi, I need to talk to you…" he grabbed the strawberry haired man and yanked him away from the girl. "And you, if you ever touch him again, you'll really be sorry." He dragged Shuichi off leaving a very puzzled looking young woman behind.

Shuichi looked up at him bemusedly, before getting a little angry. "Eiri! What the hell did you think you were doing there? You were really rude1 she'd just my classmate for crying out loud!"

Eiri turned to glare at him. "Your classmate would not touch you like that! Did you like her touching you like that? Did it feel good, baka? She was looking at you like she was a starving beggar and you were her next meal!"

Shuichi opened the door to his dorm and turned to glare at the blonde, seething with fury. "I can take care of myself! And so what if she was looking at me like that Eiri? I can take care of myself! I don't need an overprotective, blonde bastard to keep all the wolves at bay! I'm nineteen. And the how does the way she was looking at me affect you?"

The blonde looked away scowling. Suddenly it dawned on Shuichi. "Wait…You're jealous? You expect me to believe you're jealous after everything that's happened?"

Eiri looked at him disgruntled. "I'm not jealous, I don't want to see people like that trying to go out with you…they might do it for your money or something."

"Um…Eiri, I'm the poor college guy here, you're the writer with all the money! People don't even know I have any money to begin with…and if this is not jealousy what is it? Give me a reason I can actually believe!" Shuichi said in a matter of fact tone.

"I don't know what this is. You should just shut up now, brat."

Shuichi wondered if it was possible to love some one and want to kick them in the crotch at the same time. He wished he could make Eiri feel some really intense pain. "Is that the best you can come up with jerk? I can't believe this, first you kiss me. Then you say you hate me, ignore me, go out with some slut and deny my existence. Then you deny you're attracted to me and then get mad at me because some girl touched me? You are so fucked up Eiri."

Shuichi opened his mouth and suddenly felt lips bruising his own. He tried to protest but realized that he was kissing back. Eiri slammed him up against a wall, shoving his tongue into his mouth. Shuichi felt his knees go weak, glad for Eiri holding him up. He let his fingers tangle in the blonde's hair dazedly thinking incoherent thoughts about how nice and effective this way of shutting him up was.

Suddenly the door opened and a slightly shrill "OH MY GOD!" was heard as Hiro stared at them in shock. Eiri pulled away, letting Shuichi unceremoniously slump into a heap on the floor. He straightened his clothes and coolly walked out ignoring the stare Hiro was giving him.

Shuichi stared at his retreating back, wanting all that warmth back. Then he transferred his gaze to Hiro, who was blinking down at him. Then he gave a goofy smile. "Hiro…I'll never understand men…"

Hiro chuckled and ruffled his hair. "I hope you do soon, Shu…if you haven't noticed you are one…"

Shuichi smiled back, thinking of the other way Eiri had used to shut him up before. Yeah he liked that way too, but this wasn't too bad.

It was Eiri's birthday. They'd have a nice morning cake-cutting ceremony for the family…mostly because everyone including Oji-san liked having an excuse to eat cake for breakfast. The cake was strawberry, which Shuichi was grateful for because he knew Eiri had gotten it only for him…Eiri as blasphemous as it was didn't care for strawberry.

After everyone had gorged themselves on cake, Shuichi had gone to school and they'd gone a field trip to the amusement park. It was the first time in the eight years of his life that Shuichi had been to an amusement park. As soon as he had gotten back, he'd gone straight to Eiri to regale him with the day's adventures.

Even after an hour's worth of constant talking, Shuichi still hadn't finished. Eiri had gotten that slightly annoyed look where his nose turned up just a bit and you could see the emotions battling in his eyes. Shuichi had gleefully went on talking not noticing these slight changes in his precious Eiri.

After desperately looking for a way to shut the pink bundle up without hurting him, Eiri's eyes fell on the bowl of toffee on his table. It was the new batch that his Aunt Amai (which means sweet) had sent that month. Aunt Amai's sweets were tasty, but had the effect of gluing your mouth together for a couple of hours. No one in the house touched them with a pole though the poor woman thought they liked it and sent it all the time.

Eiri's eyes gleamed. He quickly turned his back to Shuichi all the while nodding and unwrapped one of the sticky, gooey, brown lump of toffee. He waited for an opportunity and when Shuichi opened his mouth wide to recount something else, he threw it in with accurate aim. Shuichi thinking he was being offered a treat mumbled a thank you and started to chew.

Eiri didn't think it was too amusing later when Shuichi realized he couldn't open his mouth and started to cry. Seeing the tears run down those soft cheeks almost killed the older boy. He had scooped up the wet pink bundle who was making the most pitiful noises and crooned to him apologizing. Poor Shuichi had to forgo dinner that night, cos his mouth still hadn't come undone, it didn't help that Eiri didn't eat either, deciding to keep him company. The whole family had sympathized with him and he'd gotten whatever he felt like. He even got to sleep next to Eiri in his room. Shuichi decided that it was worth it after all, thinking up way to provoke Eiri to do it again.

Ogikawa-san, smiled contentedly. Uesugi-san had just called to inform him that he wouldn't mind taking the literature classes. The man was very intelligent and Ogikawa-san hoped that he would bring something new to the classes. The universities prestige would go higher, if Yuki Eiri was teaching there.

Hearing a few noises outside, Ogikawa-san looked out his window and almost dropped out of his chair. He had reckoned without the mass of fan women when he'd published it in the papers….

Eiri scowled as he stepped into the building. Hose fan women had almost torn him apart. It was pure good luck that he'd made it in one piece without being too mussed up. The stupid president of the fucking college had published the fact that he was teaching, using his bloody pen name! If he could Eiri would have strangled the stupid old coot.

He wondered why he'd called and said yes…then he tried to convince himself that it was not to keep an eye on Shuichi. He did not love Shuichi that way…Shuichi was just like his younger brother.

'Oh yeah?' a small voice at the back of his head whispered. 'Tell me how many brothers slam each other up against a wall and commence a full blown make-out session?'

Eiri squished the small voice which had dared to stand up to him. He looked at his schedule and realized he had a class this afternoon. He'd chosen only afternoon classes because he didn't want the hassle of waking up too early. Sighing he walked up to his classroom and opened the door. He tuned out the collective sighs and one or two girls fainting here and there.

He strode up to his desk and leaned on it. He needed to make these people understand that he wasn't the charming person he pretended to be. He glared at them all. "My name is Uesugi Eiri and I will be your literature professor for a few days. I am not staying too long because I cannot bear to teach brats like you and am only doing this as a favor to the institution and to see if anyone in the younger generation has any brains. You will answer me as I take the roll call, and anyone who skips will not be admitted back in without a very valid reason."

Shuichi sitting in the third row rolled his eyes. This was so not the Eiri he had known before. He hadn't been in here for five minutes and he'd all ready shown them all what a prick he was. He listened as Eiri told them to tell him the kind of books they liked. The blonde just nodded if he thought the choice was any good. Shuichi stood up and rattled off what he thought was good, a few poets like Robert Frost, Keats and writers like Tolkien, Dickens, Saki and stuff.

Eiri waited till they finished and then pulled out a book. He held it up in front of them and asked. "Have any of you heard of this writer? How many of you like him?"

Almost all the hands shot up. The book he had held up was Hogfather by Terry Pratchett. Then he gave them all a smirk. "When I asked you to name your favorite writers I didn't mean just the famous ones who are usually connected to literature. I believe that humour is a very essential part of literature as well. I may be a romance novelist, but I believe Mr. Pratchett has more followers all over the world than I do. Romance is a widely read topic too, and I do have more then a million fans, but then humour is what usually appeals a lot more, because in this crazy stress filled world, people need their share of laughs."

Everyone nodded, wondering where this was heading. Shuichi was staring at Eiri in disbelief, Eiri was talking about the importance of humour…Eiri who never smiled anymore was telling them that people needed to laugh. Ok it was official, the apocalypse was nearing.

Eiri looked up and caught the look, allowing his lips to turn up just a bit. It was a very, very small smile, but it could be allowed to be a smile. Shuichi almost had a heart attack. Maybe this job was good for Eiri after all.

Eiri then turned to write something on the board. His handwriting Shuichi noted was very neat and the letters had the perfect tilt. He finished writing and turned to them. "For my first assignment, I've decided to you let off easy. I want you read any Terry Pratchett book by the end of next week and write a report on how you found it to ironically represent your own life or surroundings. For example I find the wizards of the Unseen University to represent our own scientists and find the way they mock our inventions very humorous. Is it clear? Your report will be about two thousand words because I think you can find enough material. That is all. You can leave now."

Shuichi made his way towards Eiri, for some reason thinking about how good the blonde looked with his glasses. He looked so much more intelligent and scholarly. He smiled at him as he reached him. "Come on Eiri-sensei…you're dumping too much homework on me…care to let me off?"

Eiri looked at the really sweet smile Shuichi was giving him and felt his heart thud suddenly. "No I will not let you of Shindou-san. I think you had better get working on it and I'd like you to do it on your own please."

Shuichi gave another adorable pout, before grinning. "Oh well, Osaa (old man) I had to try…I knew you'd be a prick like this. Nice introduction…what were you trying to do? Alienate us in at one go? "

Before Eiri could reply, a girl appeared in front of him. She blushed a tomato red. "Um…Uesugi-sensei, can I have your autograph? You are Yuki Eiri right? I've red all your books…please marry me sensei!"

Shuichi stifled giggles as he saw the resigned look in Eiri's eyes. Eiri smiled and signed the autograph and then he caught hold of the student's hands. Shuichi frowned suddenly. He wasn't finding this amusing anymore. Eiri looked deep into the student's eyes. You could see the red cover her from head to toe, then she went all goofy looking and flew up like a small rocket, landing behind them in a crumpled heap.

Shuichi glared at Eiri. "Where did you learn how to do that?"

Eiri smirked. "It works every time with the pushy fans. Practice makes perfect."

Shuichi nodded trying to erase the scowl. He wished that hot angry feeling would just go away. He managed to make his face look pleasant and turned to Eiri. "But you know what bastard? I loved that class. I think I'm going to become a writer after all, maybe it's better than being a singer."

Eiri stiffened suddenly looking a little lost. Shuichi turned to him, in concern. "Eiri? Eiri? What's wrong?" he started feeling a little scared, there was raw hurt in the blonde's eyes almost like he was no longer here.

It had been their first date, after what had happened the other day. Yuki was looking really good substituting his normal blue shirt and trousers for black jeans and a grey shirt that brought out his eyes. Eiri couldn't stop staring at him, his beloved sensei.

"Sensei, I loved that class we had today. I never thought that book could be so interesting! I think I'm going to be a writer, sensei. You think I'll be any good at it?" Eiri asked his eyes full of hope. They had done literature for the first time; it had been Great Expectations which Eiri had found boring in the beginning. But once Yuki had started to work on it with him, it had gotten a whole lot more interesting.

Yuki smiled at him as the waitress brought them their orders. He cut into the steak and took a bite before replying. "Yes, I think you'd be a good writer, Eiri-kun. I'm glad you liked the class. I didn't like great expectations in the beginning either."

Eiri had felt a slight pang when he saw his sensei smile. It was a beautiful smile, full of kindness and joy. They'd finished up quickly and almost rushed back to Yuki's apartment. Eiri couldn't wait for Yuki to teach him more…more of they had done last time.

When they had gotten back Yuki had undressed him quickly and efficiently and spent sometimes just looking at him. Eiri had blushed uncontrollably, even though he knew that Yuki had seen him like this before. (Ok I don't want to do the lemon here. May be I will sometime. I'll inform you guys then. I just want this to be sweet it's more angsty that way.) They hadn't made love, but after a few really mind-blowing handjobs and a blowjob on Yuki's part, they'd cuddled up on the bed.

Eiri snuggled closer to his sensei. "I love you sensei…" Yuki had smiled that smile of his, which would make Eiri swear anything.

"I love you too, Eiri-kun. But then you have to promise me you'll not speak a word of this to anyone. Not even that boy you write to." Yuki's eyes had been so pleading.

Eiri promised at once. But he had to ask. "I promise sensei, but why?"

"People will think this is wrong Eiri-kun. I am a lot older than you after all. You're only sixteen…I could get into a lot of trouble. You don't think this is wrong do you Eiri-kun? I love you…" Yuki had nuzzled his neck then.

Eiri knew that it was wrong in a way, but it couldn't be that bad could it? After all they loved each other and you couldn't choose who you fell in love with right? He smiled back reassuringly. "Of course it's not wrong. Don't worry, sense…Yuki. I wont tell Shuichi either." Then Yuki had kissed him and he'd even let Eiri stay the night, instead of dropping him back to his own apartment.

"Eiri…speak to me Eiri?" a voice thundered through his head.

Eiri looked up a little dazed. "Yuki…?"

Shuichi's eyes widened. It suddenly hurt him horribly to hear Eiri say someone else's name with so much love and affection. "Eiri, it's me, Shuichi. Look at me."

Eiri found himself looking into violet eyes. 'No it isn't Yuki…you killed him remember?' the small voice was back again. Eiri clutched his head reflexively, trying to kill the memories. Yuki had betrayed him; he wasn't supposed to feel like this about him anymore. He hated Yuki, but then he also loved him. And he hadn't told Shuichi…Shuichi would be so mad. His mind went on thinking random thoughts, Eiri felt his control slipping.

Shuichi watched panicking slightly as Eiri grabbed his head, fisting his hair like he was going to pull it out. He grabbed Eiri's hands and pulled them away gently. He ran his hands up and down Eiri's arms trying to soothe the older man. "Eiri, it's ok, I'm here. Come on Eiri, look at me. It's all going to be ok."

The older man suddenly looked at him, pulling him into a hug. "I promised him I wouldn't tell you Shuichi. Don't be mad…please don't be mad, he made me promise. I would have told you, but I loved him…Shuichi please don't be mad!"

Shuichi patted his back wondering what Eiri was going on about. "I'm not mad. It's ok Eiri, you don't have to tell me anything. It'll be fine, ok? I'm really not mad, I love you Eiri…you're my best friend right? It's alright, come on let me get you home…come on Eiri…" Shuichi backed away a little and started to lead Eiri to the parking lot. He skirted most of the students by taking a short cut. At last he got to Eiri's car, which the author had, had the good sense to park in the basement instead of the outdoor lot.

He got Eiri into the passenger seat, the author was looking better, but no where close to normal. Shuichi drove like crazy and finally got Eiri into his bed. Eiri had started to cry a little, Shuichi spent some time holding him and comforting him. After a while the author fell asleep and Shuichi had slipped out to make some coffee.

Shuichi came back and settled down next to Eiri, wondering what had caused him to lose it like that. "I would have told you, but I loved him" Shuichi wondered who Eiri had been talking about. Which ever way he thought about it, it seemed to connect to New York. Otherwise he would have known about it. He wished he could find out everything about New York, but this didn't seem like the time for it. Eiri needed him to be supportive right now and not pry.

But a thought seemed to plague him, throughout the time he sat there looking at his most precious person. What the fuck had happened in New York…

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A/N: is this chapter long enough? I attempted to make it longer, but this seemed like a very good place to stop. I know Shuichi is a little ooc, but I think if Shuichi had been brought up by the Uesugi's he would be a little more intelligent and stuff. So hope you guys liked it. I'll be putting in small flashbacks between Yuki and Eiri; I want to develop their relationship as well. Lemons will be written depending on my mood, if I'm not in the mood I'll only spoil it for you. Please review! Ja Ne!

Taka

Arashi: (snores in the corner letting taka do all the work as usual…)