Disclaimer: Sure, I own a few of the characters in this story. But none of the ones from Gravitation. They all belong to Maki Murakami-Sensei, and probably the good people at TokyoPop.
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Warning: YukixShu ... "fight"... kinda...
Eve brushed back her soft, newly raven hair, as she gently toasted a champagne against another. She smiled softly and gazed almost lovingly into the man's eyes, who in just a few short moments seemed almost infactuated by her.
"So... Eve... where are you from?"
Eve cocked her head to the side, pondering the answer. She was at some luxurious ball room banquet for Jon, who was off kissing up to some higher-ups as he often did. Running her fingers along her red satin dress, she brought her blood red fingernail up to her mouth, and slowly traced the outline of her lips.
Where was she from? Eve wasn't even sure anymore.
"All of everywhere and no where in between." She answered
She had slowly amassed a group around her, both men and women, who lived a too boring life style, and had become infactuated with Eve's egnimatic charm.
"No where in between huh?" A middle-aged woman asked "Is that so?" She chuckled softly, as did Eve, "But what brought you to Kyoto."
"The train and money from my Love." She said softly
Everyone chuckled, and then realizing that she obviously wasn't talking about Jon, exchanged awkward gazes.
"Love?" The first man asked "Before Jon?"
Eve knew she should bite her tongue, before she gave Jon a bad reputation. Before he became the politician who married a whore. But, she was so high on the luxury and money around her, she continued talking.
"Yes. My first love. Before Jon and I met. He was like... ice..." She lowered her eyes, starring at her reflection in the glass "And I was like fire. And anything that came between us, I burned to ashes."
They all chuckled nervously again, not sure if she was being literal or not.
"Figuratively?" A man asked
Eve's dangerous eyes met his.
"Literally." She said in a dark voice
Realizing that she was letting her mind wander on topics that she should save for later, she sighed and continued.
"But... that phase is over now." She said, regretfully "My wild days have sadly ended."
The first man made a mock sad face.
"He has tamed this wild beauty." She ran her fingers across her long dress
There was a moment of silence.
"So, Eve." A woman spoke up "You're such a woman of mystery. I hardly know anything about you."
"I and know nothing about you." Eve spoke "And, like you, I don't particularly care." She narrowed her eyes "I'm just more honest about it."
The woman shifted awkwardly, but nonetheless cleared her throat and continued talking, ignoring Eve's coment.
"Well... so what is it that you do?"
"Do?" Eve asked
"Your profession? Are you into politics like your husband?"
"Fiance." Eve corrected
"Right."
"No." Eve said simply "I couldn't care less about politics or the rules that govern this country, this world." She sat on the long table they were standing by, "All that concerns me, is the flesh that binds me to this body." She ran her fingers along her arm "And the obsticals that get in my way."
Her eyes met the womans.
"What I do. What my profession is, is getting what I want. I am Eve. And I liberate minds. I free things from the Garden of Eden. Allow people to open their eyes wide within the Kingdom of the Blind. To challenge all deceptions and find my own wanted truth, and use that to take everything I desire."
"And what do you desire, Eve?" A familiar voice asked. The small crowd parted to reveal Jon, looking up at Eve in curiousity. "Money, riches?"
Eve chuckled.
"No. I don't care about those things." She smiled gently "What I want, is something more than you can grant me."
"And that is?"
Eve's voice became seductive.
"To grab someone by the collar he used to wear. To lead him out of the Garden of Eden, to make him my slave as I feed him from the Tree of Knowledge."
Jon walked closer, embracing her with the intent of removing her from the table. Eve wrapped her arms around him.
"And what then?" He asked softly, so that only their ears would here
Eve chuckled softly.
"Then... I'll kill him."
"Yuki... do you... love me?"
Yuki dropped his chopsticks, and looked up, alarmed at the sudden question. They were having a simple dinner of soba noddles at the kitchen table.
Not knowing how to respond, Yuki closed his eyes, and sighed.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you ask such silly questions?"
Shuichi sighed softly.
"Yuki..." He said softly
Yuki forced his eyes open at the sound of Shuichi's sad voice.
"Of course I love you, Baka." He said simply "Why wouldn't I?"
Shuichi sighed sadly.
"You don't believe me?" Yuki asked
Shuichi scooted back from the table.
"Sometimes..." He began, preparing to stand "I don't."
He began to walk past Yuki out of the kitchen, his head held low. Growing alarmed, Yuki reached out and pulled Shuichi into his lap.
"Why?" He asked
Shuichi's eyes didn't meet his.
"I just don't..." He spoke, his voice barely audible "Don't..."
Yuki pressed his lips gently to his forehead.
"Don't what?"
Shuichi cocked his head to the side.
"Don't want to talk about it." He said simply, standing out of Yuki's lap and walking out of the kitchen.
Yuki was frozen. Had that just happened? What had just happened? Had they just had a fight? His eyes fell to Shuichi's empty spot on the other side of the table.
"You... don't... believe me..." Yuki spoke softly, tilting his head up towards the ceiling.
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A.N. The fight was almost something spur of the moment. I orignally typed the first line "Yuki do you love me?" with the intent of it being a happy part. But, all I could see was Shu's sad face asking it, so I kinda went with it. And given the past situations, and the ones too come, it seemed like an appropiate thing. But, next chappy, I'm going to dig some more into Shu's random question. But for right now, I'm gonna go play some FFVII. -turns on PS2-