Fandom: Gravitation / グラビテーション
Title: Creating Infinity.
Pairing: Ryuichi x Tatsuha
Rating: PG-13
Description: (sequel to "Things don't last forever.") Tatsuha receives a surprise on White Day that he never expected to get.

Disclaimer: Gravitation is by the goddess Murakami Maki-sama.

The brilliance of that day,
blinding my eyes to the point
I could no longer turn back
to where things had come from,
where I'd been.

I'm no longer lost
because there's only one way to go,
to go forward
To You.

Please wait for me
My shooting star!
Don't throw me by the wayside,
Crystals splashing
in their broken vividness.
I see myself in all their facets
The 'me's' that used to believe
in all their lies
when they slashed at me
with all their jealousies.

But I'll tell you now,
Your voice is all
I need to hear,
I can feel you through my darkness
because you've never
given up on me.

Let me make love to you,
embrace you like the sun,
molest your skin,
licking all the hurts away
until they become nothing,
magic I learned

when I met you.

When I open my eyes,
I'm in my dreams
but living them inside this reality.
You are here beside me

And I've finally
broken from my
flesh cage,
painful words and
awful memories
finally
set free.

All the blood streaming
glitters under

This fabulous sky.

Creating Infinity.
by Miyamoto Yui

Chapter 1 – god's arrival.

I should've known better. I was too naïve to think they'd leave this alone.

My heart stops beating the very instant he walks in with that aura shouting, "Look at me!" but you already are.
Deep red leather ankle boots leading to the black hakama-type pants wrapping in paneled shreds until the asymmetrical white shirt with one open shoulder and open holes in the back for angel wings. Unkept, short hair with amethyst, citrine, and turquoise studs, an ocean blue dragon claw orb on the left lobe with a silver hanging chain on the right.

Holding my breath, I'm looking at him eye-to-eye. The see-through goggles with a gaze that continues to rack up the number of assassinated hearts with a single glimpse, blocked by a thin filter to give innocent bystanders enough time to flee from their soul being taken captive…
But of course, it's never enough.

"Ryuichi…sama?" I inaudibly mouth out.

What are you doing here?! I…What...?!
That's why I held auditions for amateurs and rejected all the brand-name singers. I even told myself not to ask Nee-chan or Tohma-san for favors anymore even though Nii-chan hinted that I shouldn't hold back on quality out of pride.

But it wasn't my pride I was trying to preserve.

"It's been a long time, Tatsuha," the velvet voice says, but I only half-hear it through the strumming noise of my heart played in different chords. He points his head directly at me and I watch myself falling in love all over again with those perceptive, magnetic eyes instantly painting me transparent before them.

I can only blink at him in disbelief.

"Why are you so shocked? Do I look really different now, na no da?" Tilting his head a bit, he grins from ear to ear with his teeth showing shyly.

I'm a melting puddle at the end of that split-second and wonder how I'm still standing under this sun's shining heat. But even with all the people in the room, I'm the only who can see the hint of uncertainty hiding underneath that confident armor. That part hadn't changed from years ago.
Of course, it hasn't. It's the part etched into every song he's ever created.

You never said anything. You stayed in Los Angeles for three years and never came back here.
I only had articles to help me get by from the drought of seeing you on stage even with all the singles you released.

"Welcome back, Ryuichi-sama," I find myself saying though I feel distant from my own body right now.

How did you even know about the audition? It wasn't even advertised in the classifieds, but by word of mouth in small circles. And I told my siblings I wanted to deal with this in my own way. Of course, anything to do with music cannot escape Tohma, but he promised me he wouldn't interfere.
So how could you have found out all the way in America?

I know you wouldn't come to see me…

"I've won the audition fair and square. I'm the one doing the theme song for your novel. In fact, I insisted to do the whole soundtrack."
"Why?"

Why show up now?

Lifting his shades up with his index finger and thumb, the transformation's beginning. The one where he won't lose to anyone or anything when he wants something. I gulp because it's like he's reaching into my chest and pulling my heart right out in front of me.

With his mouth, he says, "I won't let anyone else sing for you. No one but me."
But his eyes burn me, eating my heart whole along with it: "That book is mine."

I don't know if it's out of pride, competition, or possessiveness, but he appears so resolute, that he's definitely on a mission. Somehow, the person in the CDs and the one I'd met at the beach in a foreign country, and the one here all seem to be connected now, not disjointed as he used to be.
It wasn't something ever definite for he was always elusive, sliding through cracks in the social system wall, but for some reason, I understood it without him explaining it. That's why I loved his music so much.

This person before me now…
Something else has awakened inside him and it's waiting for the perfect opportunity to rip me open, take me down, and strip me of all I'd salvaged of that day.

I find myself shaking my head. The complete opposite of what I've wanted ever since Nee-san played Nittle Graper on our stereo at home.

"I wanted an unknown." My left hand splays firmly on the smooth, black desk next to me with a small thump.
"Don't hide behind that pretense." He comes closer towards me as I step backwards in rhythm to his beat, afraid of what I'd do if he touched me.

I'd already convinced myself that you didn't want me…

He reaches out for my face. One touch and I'll plunge into confusion all over again.

…but why are you proving the truth of my own lie?

He grabs my chin, rubbing his thumb on my lower lip.

The spell is broken when my editor gasps, as well as everyone else in the conference room. Caught inside his universe, I almost forget where we are. And where each of us stands on this side of reality.
The one outside my books...

It makes no difference to him though, the mermaid is awake, the one wanting to devour everything in sight. The one where music can't run away from itself once he opens his mouth to sing.

Tsuzuku… / To be continued…