It's Gravitation
Disclaimer: I moved to Alaska so I can avoid these…apparently, it isn't working is it? Fine, I don't own Gravitation….and you don't either! Haha….reality hurts doesn't it?—NO…DON'T TAKE SHUICHI AWAY FROM ME……
I am having a lot of fun right now….it's like…I'm torturing you guys….writing supper short chapter—did I mention…useless? I feel weird you know. At first I wanted this to be an emotional sort of story but…my evil plot bunnies—a.k.a. my manager—wouldn't permit it…so…it came out screw-ish….
Chapter Four
Selfish…selfless…
For the past hours, those two no longer has any distinctive meaning to him…but every time he thought of them, Shuichi plagued his mind.
He taken granted of the redhead one too many times…and now, it had come back to haunt him.
Four days since his last encounter with the rock star…four prolonging long sunrises; four forsaken nights…and yet, the red-head was no where to be seen.
He missed him. His annoyingly, moronic lover.
Best of all, he missed the cheery attitude belonged only to his idiotic rock-star.
He only wanted the other near; to feel his warms and loves; his smiles and voice…
Spreading himself untidily on his once-thought-small bed, Yuki stared at the ceiling. He's a mess. His chin unshaved, his hair tousled, his clothes ruffled. But technically, he doesn't care.
And the worst part, his birthday is just a day away…more like, twenty-three hours and fifty-four minutes…
For the last four years, he'd spent every single one of them with Shuichi, whether just the two of them or his friends.
But for the most part, Shuichi was always there…always by his side…
Click!
Yuki pushed himself upward by the sound of the door.
'SHUICHI!' he thought, feeling like a lost puppy. The only other person beside himself who has a key to the flat was Shuichi. Jumping off his bed, Yuki hurried out the room, trying to organize his mess on his head. Without any luck, he gave up eventually.
"Hello Yuki," Shuichi greeted him without emotion. Yuki narrowed his eyes. Even after four days of endless tortures, he still manage to distinguish Shuichi's peculiar behaviour—especially his aloof attitude.
"Hey," he tried keeping his voice neutral. He hated how desperate he sounded like.
"I just came to return the key," Shuichi said, then turned around and walked out. Yuki stared at his back. Once again, he was knocked out of his stupor when the sound of the door rang through his empty house once again.
"SHUICHI!" Yuki dashed for the door. Opening and slamming it closed, he breathed in a long gulp of air for his frustrated lung, just in time to see the elevator's door about closing completely. Making a sprint for it, his foot barely made it before the door-Ding!-opened.
"What do you want now?" Yuki stared at Shuichi, who casually leaned against the wall, looking at him with boredom.
"You," Yuki answered without a faltering.
Shuichi didn't answer and Yuki didn't care. Selfless be damned! He wanted the red-head, and by god, nothing can pry Shuichi from him.
And without a word, he crushed his lips on the others, careful of his unshaved chin. Yuki frowned when he felt something weird about Shuichi.
His red-head would never be so submissive…even if he knows he'd lose to Yuki anyway…
He pulled himself away from the chaste kiss.
"If you want a child, fine, we'd adopt one! If you want anything, I'll give it to you! Do not leave me!" Yuki growled; his ears deafen by the beating sound of his heart.
"Finish?"
"Not until I have your heart!" Yuki ignored the lameness of that statement, which numerously had assisted him during his career, apparently, it's quite popular with the ladies.
He leaned in for another forced kiss, oblivious to the elevator as it opened.
"YUKI IS MINE!!"
-To Be Continues-
Hm…hahaha………sorry, I tried to keep myself from laughing…but….
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