My Best Friend's Wedding or is it My Best Lover? Chapter 5, a gravitation fanfic

Chapter Five:

What a horrible dream. Yuki thought, Shuichi was getting married and I only had one week left to break them up…well…six days from now.

"Shit!" Yuki shouted, jolting right up on his hotel bed. He looked around the hotel room and nearly died. What celebrity murdered his room? Yuki glanced at the floor filled with smash bottles, on the walls looked like pieces of his glasses from drinking last night…and whatever is on the ceiling-the maid is cleaning it up.

And lastly-where the heck are the beers Yuki had ordered? It felt like he needed another one.

His rapid and random thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a soft knock from the hall.

"Coming, coming." The novelist grumbled, stumbling to the door all the while-ah well, might as well let the maid see the monstrosity she's about the face…He flung the door open.

Yuki wished he hadn't.

"Yuki-sensei!" immediately, Yuki was full of a certain editor hugging him as if there was no tomorrow. It didn't bother Yuki as much…but why was his editor carrying a pink bunny with him? Or specifically, why does it look SO much like kumagaro?

Eiri already knew Maru and Ryuichi were best friends since they were partly cousins twice removed…but.

"Maru. Tell me you didn't bring that sad old joke with you." When he received a sheepish smile, Yuki strung a few cuss words and followed by a reprimand, "I already HAVE to deal with a brat here, what you think I need another one too?"

On cue, a blur carrying the head of Ryuichi Sakuma sped inside.

"We-well…" Maru began, shifting uncomfortably on his feet, "I was already hiding you away from Tohma- might as well take one more!" Maru laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

Yuki frowned…but then again…

"You came here on your own accord. Without telling the company," the writer voice, his thoughts churning, "You hate it because you always get in trouble with the company."

The black haired editor nodded, thankful that at least he could make his writer feel bad about that. He turned to check on Ryuichi who was bouncing on the bed.

"I did. That's how much you mean to us." Maru took a seat on the table, "I've ordered coffee, so sit down Yuki-sensei."

The novelist sighed. "I guess that means I'll have to work extra hard with my next novel. So why are you here?"

Ryuichi suddenly shouted while flinging his bunny across the room right to Eiri's face, "Kumagoro BEAM!" he retrieved the bunny from the ground and said, "Yuki was being loud last night-Kuma couldn't sleep!"

"Hm?"

"Yuki sensei, you don't remember?" When he received a blank look, Maru smiled brightly and hugged Ryuichi away from Yuki's 'Is this a joke' glare. "You sounded so miserable; we left as soon as we could."

"Hng." Yuki snorted, "If the person you loved is getting married of course you would be too, but you wouldn't know."

"Ah," Maru exclaimed dreamily, "The wonders of being straight."

Yuki stood up when Ryuichi found his secretly stashed cigarettes that he couldn't find earlier, "Knock it off." He said fiercely, snatching the pack and stick from Ryuichi-or from the Kumagoro who attempted on smoking, resulting with his ears being on fire.

"Agh! I'll save you Kuma!" and as soon as the fire was out, Ryuichi huffed at Yuki and sat himself back down on the bed, "You're just cranky because Shu's happy."

Eiri ignored him. He began devouring his cancer sticks.

"Yuki-sensei." Maru whispered, "You really are trying hard." He pointed out. Eiri nodded, his piercing eyes focusing on the editor's soft gray ones. Standing up, he glance at Ryuichi, "Coffee won't suffice for this morning. Ryuichi stay here and rest while Yuki and I go eat out. Alright?"

And Ryuichi's only response was the snore that emitted from him. He was already asleep.

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The two wondered New York. Maru inquired if Yuki had any ideas for a next novel, and when Yuki answered uncertainly, he quickly changed the subject-shifting the conversation towards Japan where Mika and Tohma were freaking about where their elder/brother in law had gone too. Once or twice, Yuki found out, that Tohma had suspected Maru, but it quickly dissipated when Maru confronted Tohma to 'keep his lackeys off his back.' Good one. Only Maru wasn't afraid of Tohma, which made Tohma even more keen on his new enemy since next to Shindo-san, the editor was the closest to Yuki. Yuki thanked his advisor by exchanging his own tales of deviant planning-and its failure.

"Yuki-sensei," Maru spoke to him after giving the waiter their order, "Sensei, you really do want him."

Eiri met his gray sight and held unto it, only letting go when those same eyes began to remind him that he shouldn't be dilly dallying around while somewhere Shuichi and Jutaru were together.

"For eight years," Yuki said with a heavy breath, "He loved me day and night. He proclaimed to the world he'd never leave me."

"If this is about you being afraid of loneliness," Maru said, crossing his arms, while their food was left neglected as it came. "He could still be with you even if he's married. It won't stop him from running to you when trouble comes."

"But it's not the same," Yuki replied harshly, resting his forehead on the back of his hands. "It's not enough."

"And how long of a time did you have to figure it out?" Maru inquired ruthlessly, "Are you sure it's not just about winning? Are you really in love or are you just there for the sex-"

"Maru. No." Eiri brushed his blonde bangs away and faced the man on the other side of the table, "It just took me longer to figure it out as what was necessary. At first, yes. It was a claim. Everyone wanted Shuichi Shindo-but I got to have him, I got to be with him…because he was mine." Yuki equaled the fierceness of Maru's words, "And for eight years he was mine."

"And then?"

"Then we went down that road where I pushed and pushed him until he was so far off the edge it ended with us spiraling away from each other…and then I woke up and couldn't find him-no, it wasn't that I couldn't find him. Truthfully, I couldn't find myself. But he stuck around, and he gave me everything-when I broke our relationship with a simple phrase- you know what he said Maru?

He said, 'I'm never going back to the best thing that ever happened to me because it'll be the best thing that'll happen to him.'

We've been best of friends since, but I knew that I would have to go to him sometime…I just didn't know time would wear him down."

Maru shook his head,

"Eight years Eiri. When you two broke up, he was devastated. He was cold; he was huddling in the dark waiting for you. And he did wait. For eight years."

The small man leaned back on his soft leather chair, lavishing in comfort as he chewed out his favorite author.

"When it became evident you wouldn't do anything, he must have figured that he would never be like you-and neither would you to him. He knew he wouldn't want to be lonely like you, and when it would seem that you couldn't after all go after him, he settled for the second man that was closest to him. The one that would love him even with all his bad habits." He sighed, a final conclusion, "What now sensei? This isn't a story to you anymore like before. You can't just write out a happy ending."

"No." Eiri finally took a fork and brought a piece of meat in his mouth, "I have to break the kid's heart. Is perfection if annoying vulnerable and shames men's statures. Really it's more of a favor. He wouldn't last a lifetime with that energy Shuichi carries with him, back up and all."

"Supposing that you did?"

"What's that suppose to mean?"

Maru shrugged, "I don't know, just bring up why you two broke- oh look!"

Yuki turned in time to see three very, very familiar figures. A thirty year old joke, a pink haired goal of his, and…and his damn rival. All three, Jutaru, Sakuma and Shuichi walking down across the street from the restaurant housing Maru and Yuki together.

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Okay, it wasn't honest. Breaking Shuichi from his new found lover wasn't either, but it wasn't dishonest as in sneaky dishonest…sneaky as in spying right? Why am I tip-toeing around New York after the brat and Jutaru and Ryuichi again? I could just go up to them and act as if it was a perfect timing of serendipity-but ah, Alas fate would forbid, more like Maru forbids Yuki to go. He needed 'to access' the enemy before he could cook up a plan. Not that Maru can plan anything evil.

So that's how a famous novelist that the richest women in the world were ready to bed ended up standing from the alleyways of NY city while his editor peered and scanned the enemy through the glass window of a convenient store.

Yuki's nose flinched from the stench of something dying.

"Look! Jutaru buys Shuichi pocky! You've never done that huh Yuki-sensei?"

"He doesn't need it. All it's doing is giving him cavities."

"But he's happy."

Case closed.

Maru gawked again, "Look, Jutaru's kissing Shuichi!" he gasped again, "In front of everyone, quick, look at this, it's hot."

"Maru. You're straight."

"If someone can kiss me like that, I'm not."

Case closed.

"Jutaru looks happy and Shuichi content. You think they've done it Yuki sensei?"

"Don't wanna know."

"Why not?" the small man asked, watching as his cousin bounced between the two and pulled them apart. Good job Ryu. Getting back at Yuki, he repeated, "Why not Yuki-sensei?"

"Maybe they've had then. That's why Shuichi only looks content."

"Why do you say that?"

"I can give him better pleasure." Yuki smiled at the thought. That would be true. Shuichi and the rest of the women of the world have agreed together that Yuki was best in bed. Heh heh.

Case closed.

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Now Ryuichi was a happy man, and weird things usually happened to him-but most times no one believed him because…well because he was thirty…and he carried a bunny around with him. Pink. But really usually Ryuichi knew when bad things would happen to him, only this time he didn't see the alien hands that reached for him and snatched at him as he passed an alleyway after splitting with the two Shuichi and Jutaru.

Those hands clawed at him.

"I'm sorry!" Ryuichi yelled, thrashing about, "I promise I won't steal anymore of Kumagoro's brothers from your dungeon cells! I'm sorry I stole your alien cookie jar that never runs out of cookies! I'm sorry!" when it didn't seem it would work, Ryuichi figured maybe Shuichi would hear him, "SHUIIICHIIII!!!!!!!!!!"

"Shut up or I'll rip him in two." Eiri hissed, taking the stuff toy in hand by its ears. Ryuichi immediately quieted, whimpering in silent promises to his buddy Kuma that he'll get away from the grumpy novelist.

"Ryuichi, how did you end up being with Shuichi and Jutaru?" Maru questioned, giving him back the toy.

"Oh! Funny thing, Shuichi and Jutaru aren't going to be hanging this morning together, and Jutaru figured that Shuichi wanted company so he was going to walk him over to the Mr. Grump's hotel room, but I was the one the only one there-na no da." Ryuichi dusted himself off, "I was gonna go, but I figured I should just get Yuki-san cause you want him-na no- don't you?"

Eiri wasn't sure if he wanted to kill the singer now.

"Tell me you didn't tell him that." He said, clenching his hands into stone fists.

"Na no da, silly Yuki-na na- Yuki wants to do it himself huh?"

The editor was quite please by Ryuichi's effects and answered for Eiri, "Of course. In fact, if you'll tell us right now where Shuichi and Jutaru are heading, we can go right now and we'll see Yuki fess up to the boy- what do you think Ryu-chan?"

"Na no da!"

Eiri scowled at the two. Being out numbered is wrong. "Wait a second, I didn't agree-"

"Why wouldn't you Eiri?"

The novelist and his editor turned towards the owner of the sudden serious tone of voice. Ryuichi in his somber mode.

"You're clearly not winning him through your plans, and from what I've seen, Shuichi doesn't look like he's about to give up Jutaru without insurance backing him up. In fact, I doubt he'll stop loving him and return to you if you don't do anything."

Eiri and Maru swallowed hard.

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Shuichi couldn't help himself but glance at him nervously. It wasn't anything really, he didn't even know the man, but he looked good, which reminded him how good Yuki's taste was when it came to picking up partners. Finally after much begging and deals on Jutaru's part…Shuichi finally committed to getting fit in his tux, though Jutaru was taking the whole 'wedding dress' pretty seriously. Well, part of the deal was taking Eiri along for the comfort just in case some of the guys 'tried' something flashy.

Then they ended up seeing Ryuichi which wasn't bad or anything-until the idol of his said something about a date with someone…named Maru.

Now- this long, black-haired guy was standing to far from where he was with a very nervous Yuki and a super sparkly Ryuichi. What was going on?

Shuichi switched his faze away when that unfamiliar man embraced Yuki-which was half heartedly returned.

Then Yuki strode over to him.

'Okay. Remember what you're supposed to do…' Yuki thought, standing before Shuichi. Maru had advised, 'Just say it in a simple language. Then he won't miss anything.'

Easier said than done.

"Yuki! Glad you're here!!" Shuichi squealed, dismissing his fitters in a hurry.

"Y-yeah," When Shuichi began to fidget around; Yuki grasped his shoulders and began, "Shuichi-I have something to tell you."

"Not the wedding dress comment please." Shuichi said with a frown.

Yuki copied his facial expression, "That too-but no-" he took a deep breath, closing his eyes and reopening them to meet heavy and worried purple ones, "We've known each other for several years…and we've had our share of…"

"Of?"

"Ofrelationships."

Shuichi blinked.

Okay, Yuki, Eiri thought, simple language, simple language.

"We were—were. For three years, now what I've to tell you is very important-"

"Hm." Shuichi's eyes averted on the ground, his hands searching his pants pockets.

The confessor's frown deepened. If he was going to fess up by the nine hells the brat better be paying-

Eiri's thoughts were interrupted when Shuichi presented him a black box.

"What the hell is that?"

"I want you to keep it for me." Shuichi took Yuki's protesting hand and looked at him innocently, "Jutaru gave it to me a long time ago, but I…I just don't want to wear it yet. I'm still fidgety and-and I know I'll lose it, so I figured you can keep it for me. For…now." Shuichi had gotten so close during his speech, all Yuki wanted to do was capture those pink lips that he hasn't touched in more than half a century-

"Now what did you want to say?" Shuichi asked, sitting both of themselves down, hands clutching Yuki too.

Yuki shook his head, the ring was another dilemma, but for now, he had to start with the first thing that he came to do.

"Listen. We've been friends…and more than that." Yuki was on a role finally, "We've been close…that I know I have to tell you what I'm about to say. Do you remember-"

"AGH! RYUICHI GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!"

"GIVE ME BACK KUMA!"

"OKAY! NOW SHUT UP BEFORE WE INTERRUPT--"

But it was too late. As the two stopped struggling from each other's hold, they found that they've attained unwanted attention.

Before Yuki could get a hold of himself and say what he had to, he felt Shuichi's hold on his hands tighten…

"Yuki. Who is that?" The singer asked, still staring back at the man Ryuichi was stomping on angrily. Shuichi wasn't even realizing Yuki was looking more and more…strategic by the second.

"Maru."

Yuki felt Shuichi shift uncomfortably again, "Your editor? Are you…working?"

"A little. But he's not here for that. He's here…because…I called him."

"Ca- called him?" Shuichi wasn't even hiding his distress, "Why?"

Yuki smiled sheepishly, melting Shuichi into a puddle of goo.

"He's here to be with me."

And that look from Shuichi was priceless.

"O-Oh."

Yuki smirked. Creativity was boiling now. 'Sorry Maru.' He thought.

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"You think it's going well?" Ryuichi asked.

Maru squirmed. Damnit! He knew he was so close-knew that Yuki was on the right track of saying it…then Ryuichi started bothering him and like the amateur he is in handling his cousin twice removed, he took on the expert.

For fifteen minutes now Maru and Ryuichi had decided to duck beneath the clothing racks-watching closely as Shuichi and Eiri seemed to talk rather loosely than what he had expected. Maru and Ryu had rather hoped for angst and tears…but there he was, the pink haired singer running over to Maru and Yuki following close behind with a smirk.

"Is it true?!" Shuichi asked happily, bouncing on the balls of his feet, holding Maru's hand in his and spinning him along, "Is it really really true?"

Maru laughed. Well it makes sense that Shindo would be happy.

"It must be Shindo-san."

Ryuichi bounced too, "Yay, yay, yay!"

"Don't call me that!" Shuichi shouted in glee, "We're practically brother in laws!"

Maru's eyes curved an upside down V. "Congrat-" he stopped, "What?" in all his time working with his sensei Yuki, Maru's never felt this horrid feeling.

"I told him." Yuki said flatly, "That I proposed to you. We're getting married-I figured," he drawled on, "that I shouldn't keep it a secret anymore." And like the bastard Yuki knew Shuichi knew, he added, "Now be happy."

Maru's eyes widened in disbelief while Ryuichi, just as confused, sat himself in the corner and started mumbling something to his best bud Kumagoro.

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"How is he suppose to reach the conclusion that YOU love HIM by saying YOU'RE MARRYING ME?!" Maru yelled, walking after Yuki who was smoking coolly on the balcony of his hotel room. Maru gripped his black hair, "Yuki!" he screeched.

Lastly Maru resorted to slamming his head against the marble table on the veranda,

"I'm straight. I'm straight. I'm straight." He muttered, a soft 'thud. Bang. Thud. Bang.' Accompanying him.

Ryuichi walked in from the bathroom, "I think it's fun to pretend!" Ryu said, only to receive a glare.

"But you're not straight!" Maru moaned painfully.

Eiri finally sighed, his irritation quite evident too. "You two are so annoying-I almost said it but you two couldn't keep quiet. So you owe me." Pleased that all guilt had shifted to Maru, he sighed, "They'll be here to pick us up any moment for the family dinner. Maru, after this, I'll make it up to you."

"I suppose." His editor replied. The prospects didn't seem so bad.

"Exactly. As soon as this is finish, you can go back to Japan and deal with Tohma's wrath for stealing his singer." Eiri mussed Maru's black mane, "One more hour just to see how Shuichi acts- find men irresistible."

"He did look fazed." Ryuichi pointed out, and soon, Maru found himself giving him. It wasn't like he'll turn out gay for the rest of his life.

DING DONG.

"Maru, whatever happens, don't get close to-"

"Is this Maru?"

Yuki sat himself down on the bed as Jutaru began to get acquainted rather quickly. In ten minutes flat, the two had pulled out all the stops and began telling each other rather embarrassing moments their lovers had been found in (but Maru's just making it up to embarrass Eiri).

"Hey." Shuichi said softy, sitting next to him on the bed. Staring at what seemed like a monologue of the two. "They look pretty happy." Yuki looked at Shuichi. He was so transparent; something bothered him too. "I'm glad you're finally settling down." Shuichi mumbled.

Eiri couldn't help but feel that guilt once more. When they've finally left the hotel and headed for the car, Yuki made sure he sat next to Shuichi between him and Maru. Ryuichi on the other side of the editor and Jutaru driving. Throughout the ride, Shuichi didn't even crane his head in Yuki's direction the way he usually can't stop, only keeping his head turned outside the window; he wasn't even listening to Jutaru's words. Yuki too kept his eyes on the silent signer, un-paying attention to Maru and Ryuichi…until Maru brought a hand on his thigh.

Yuki slapped him away in an instant, muttering cross words at the grinning trouble.

"Are you alright?" Yuki finally asked.

Jutaru looked over, "Yeah. You're unusually quiet Shu."

Shuichi shook his head, blushing slightly when Yuki moved towards him.

"No…it's just- I just thought that well, your editor, Yuki…"

Everyone was staring including Maru who knew fully well what the boy wanted to say, "Seemed straight."

Ryuichi and Kuma burst, "He is!" which made the pink haired by confused.

Yuki feigned a chuckle as the others laughed.

"I...I preted that I am." Maru laughed…which sent Shuichi laughing for a brief moment and then frowning.

"Why would you do that?" Shuichi asked expressionlessly. "You're gay."

All three pretenders 'ulped.'

"We're here." Jutaru said, stopping the convertible, and when he got out escorting his fiancé, Shuichi was already gone.

The twins Namiko and Jayna were first to spot the men, and quickly, they beckoned them to the table full of other family relatives.

"Why look, it's the groom and his bride." The two joked.

Shuichi took a seat across from Yuki, oblivious that Jutaru was holding him very close. "Please tell me I'm the groom." Shuichi countered, sending the girls laughing.

Dinner was pretty uneventful for Yuki. Except for the fact that Maru and Ryuichi did everything in their power to humiliate him, fondling him around like a baby who can't feed his own self. But it was more Maru who was willing to crush him.

'Yuki-sensei, please taste this for me.'

'Yuki-sensei, tell me you love me.'

'Yuki-sensei you look hot.'

'Yuki-sensei-say ahhh!'

It had been like that since Jutaru had announced to his family that it wasn't only him who was getting married. Everyone thought it was particularly cute with Maru's little 'Yuki-sensei's until Shuichi seemed to have snapped and asked with a condensed voice as possibly he could allow himself.

"Why do you call him Yuki sensei?"

There was a moment's silence.

Until Yuki's damned editor wrapped an arm around the blonde novelist's neck and started running an arm up and down his chest.

"Why…Shu-chan," Maru said through the giggles all around, "Yuki is a sensei in bed day and night."

Loud laughter from table seven disturbed everyone in the restaurant. Shuichi red-faced.

Jutaru's older sister Rem inquired, "Maru-san, why don't you tell us how you two met?"

Yuki nudged Maru. A warning to say anything. "He is my editor. That's all." He said.

"Wow." Jutaru awed, "For seven years right? Shuichi told me the numbers of women that you'd had relationships with, but all along the guy that was the right one for you was right in front of you."

Yuki and Shuichi's eyes locked.

"Psst." Ryuichi hissed so no one could hear but Yuki, pretending to lean in to get the crab right in front of Yuki, "He meant Maru-dumbass." It was the serious Ryuichi that has spoken.

Maru quickly diverted the attention to him, "Actually, I met him while walking in a park."

Aw, hell no. Don't you dare bring that up-Yuki thought, The park Maru was meaning in his make believe story was the one he and Shuichi met in.

"It was rather dark, and Ryuichi was with me when one page of my manuscripts flew off of my hand only to be caught by my honeybunch here."

Yuki groaned inside, watching Shuichi's brow crease; none too please himself.

"Okay that's enough-" Yuki had started-

But the others nearly stoned the novelist for attempting to stop the story.

"He said, my honeybunch Eiri, to me- 'Zero talent."

Shuichi's eyes lowered.

"When he was gone, I turned to Ryu-chan here," everyone glanced at the popular singer halfway eating his bunny, "And I said, 'Ryuichi, I am in love with that stranger." Maru sighed, "And Ryuichi replied…"

And the story stopped. He took up his cup of drink and sipped it, savoring the taste.

Everyone waited until Rem asked, "What did he say?"

The editor looked everyone in the eye…then he shrug, eyes stopping on Ryuichi as if to say 'your turn.'

Ryuichi grinned and cleared his throat silently, "I said," he paused when Maru nuzzled Yuki's neck…

-The moment I wake up-

"Stop it!" Yuki hissed.

-Before I put on my make up.-

"I say a little prayer for you." everyone looked at Mrs. Furoda and laughed softly, their eyes reverting back to the singer and the couple by him.

-While combing my hair now.

And wondering what dress to wear now.-

"I say a little prayer for you!"

Everyone surrounding the queer table of the restaurant glanced at the table. You would too if someone was obnoxiously singing loudly a tune everyone knew.

"Forever and ever you'll stay in my heart, and I will love you

Together forever, we never will part, oh how I love you

Forever and ever, that's how it must be, cause to live without you

It'll only be heartbreak for me!!!

Everyone was singing, happily and full of life-others even had joined in the little song-but only two people weren't singing now. Two very special people eyes locked in an intense gaze that refused to let go as both felt they were held by different people. And it never felt as wrong as now-as everyone was celebrating the wrong couples.

"Excuse me." Shuichi mumbled, and rushed off as soon as the song had ended.

Yuki kept a close eye on him until he was gone. Without even a word of apology, he followed afterwards-unaware of any spectator following his movement.

AN: Wow! I want to congratulate you and say that you've just finished reading 15 pages of microsoft word!!! Congratulations for enduring to the end! Now, as a reward, for all those Shuichi x Yuki lovers…I will reward you with a little romantic scene featuring your favorite pair Y/S. I'm still counting votes and for J/S I have one while for Y/S I have like twenty…I guess lots care. Now, anyways- get your votes in! It's not too late!!! Things can still change!!!

Oh and I'm sorry, I really couldn't help but put in the song 'Say A little Prayer For You' and somebody requested it soo XD

Review review review and rewards will come in the next chapter! Sumimasen, I must go and write now!