Wow...I'm so sorry guys! It's been nearly two whole months since I've updated this interesting little fic!
Well, have no fear, I've not forgotten about it!
I've really got myself going on this fic this chapter, not all too sure why, so this chapter is a bit longer than the ones in the past! * by a bit, I mean a lot... XD
Without further waiting, here is Sparkle Chapter 5!
Whoot!
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"You mean to tell me... that you fully believe that at the very least Yuki-san is a vampire, and that you suspect the entirety of Nittle Grasper to be so as well?" The blonde man raised an eyebrow at Shuichi.
"YES!" Shuichi gasped. "I'm sure of it with Yuki! But I have reason to believe that Tohma is as well, and that he may have been the one to turn Yuki, probably some time after the Kitazawa situation. Ryuichi has said some pretty quirky things too that lead me to suspect him, and well... if those two are, I would think Noriko would be as well. Besides, she looks more around my age than being in her late twenties." Shuichi reasoned.
K was silent for a long moment, scratching at the scruff lining his chin.
"Well...damn..." he said after a few minutes of thought. "I don't know about Ryuichi... I've known the man for quite a while. Nothing's ever been off with him- well, at least not in regards to vampirism. But Tohma seems possible, as does Yuki... maybe Noriko, and hell, Ryuichi as well if we're really thinking about it. But what on Earth would spark this idea in your crazy little head. Let's see some proof, so I know you're not fucking with me. This is a pretty off the wall theory, even for you..." He eyed the pink haired pop star carefully.
Shuichi grinned, and held the DVD out to the blonde.
"This should explain EVERYTHING. We can discuss my theories afterwards."
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"You have successfully convinced me that there is an 80% chance, without me doing further research mind you, that what you are saying is indeed truth. There's a high probability that Yuki-san is indeed a member of the living dead...and the more that I dwell upon it, it seemed more and more plausible that Seguchi-san is as well, and the most likely culprit for causing Yuki-san vampirism. After all, I was around when the man was younger, so Yuki-san has clearly aged some since." k nodded thoughtfully. "So what is it that you wish for me to do? There's clearly nothing I can do to make them human once more if they truly are vampires, so what services are you asking of me, Shindou?" The blonde smirked, leaning back into the plushness of his chair.
Shuichi stood before him, fidgeting awkwardly.
"Well... you see... if Yuki and Seguchi-san are really vampires, doesn't it make sense that others we know are as well? It seems like the norm, for members of the same group to be in on the secret. Like I said, I suspect Ryuichi and Noriko, but who knows just how many of ours friends are a part of this?" He murmured.
K nodded his head slowly.
"I see your point... this could be an issue... It seems that we have nothing to worry about in regards to our own safety as of right now...but it would be nice to know who to watch out for in the future, correct? Always be prepared!"
Shuichi grinned.
"Exactly! What I wanted you to do was go around and investigate this matter! Find out who is, and is not a vampire, and make a note of their food preference. Contacts can work wonders on those eyes, so we can't use them as a guide. You have the equipment, and the means to find out these details. Are you game?" The pink haired singer smirked.
"Most definitely."
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Shuichi left K's dwelling in a hurry. The man insisted he be eft alone to his own thoughts so he could plot out his next moves. Shuichi was more than happy to comply with his wishes, simply pleased that K had indeed believed, and understood what he was telling him. He could rest easy knowing that K would take care of things, and he could now move on to more pressing matters, such as how he was going to confront the blonde novelist. After all, he didn't even know when Yuki would return from his hunting trip... it was best to be prepared for the earliest possible moment. Hell, Yuki could even be home upon his arrival.
He stopped on the way home at the nearest bakery, picking up Yuki's favorite strawberry shortcake. Even though he'd been out hunting, he was sure that Yuki would love to have some cake too, and the happier Yuki was, the happier he'd be, this he was sure of.
After arriving home, he was disappointed to find that Yuki was still gone, and briefly wondered if he'd be home at all today, as it was so very, very sunny out (and he still wasn't sure if the man sparkled or not) or if he'd return later that night, or even the following day. Such a vast amount of time possibilities were unnerving! He wanted to confront the man now!
The singer groaned, and turned on the television, flipping through the channels mindlessly. It was going to be a long day...
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He'd dreaded coming home... he honestly had. He'd not gotten much sleep during the trip, and he was exhausted, and starving. Hopefully there would still be food in the fridge once he got home, and not just things that only Shuichi could consume without getting nauseated.
The flight had been long, and it had dragged on, his lack of sleep only irritated more my the jet lag he was currently facing. He'd be arriving home, at night, to a more than likely hyper, pink haired singer...and he was dreading it...
It was days such as these that made him miss the old days, where no one was home to greet him after on of his short book conferences.
But, then again, if not for Shuichi, he'd have not needed to be home at all. To be honest, having Shuichi waiting for him at home was a good thing. If anything, it made him more conscious of how he took care of himself, and he really did care for the hyperactive uke, even if he didn't show it too well.
He'd picked up his car at the airport, conveniently delivered by Tohma's pet dog, by the name of Sakano. It was nice to have such a delivery service, even though he wasn't sure how the glasses clad man would return back to NG Productions, or his home, without his own vehicle.
Perhaps the man would take a cab?
It was a long way from the airport to the studios.
He'd made it home in record time... the traffic had been minimal, but he was still dreading those first few moments through the door. He'd surely have a headache the rest of the night. His trip had been relatively quiet...and the gleeful shouts of 'YUKI!' would soon be slamming through his ears, directly into his brain, and the boy's outfit would likely be so neon, that it would burn into his retinas...
As a result of his thought process, Yuki stayed in the parked car dreading Shuichi's sudden glomp assault for ten whole minutes before gathering up enough nerve to leave the safety of the car, and head into the elevator.
After leaving the cramped confinement of said elevator, he stood just outside the front door, listening carefully, silently praying that A) Shuichi was not yet home, and he had more time to settle in before the attack, or B) Shuichi was at the very least in the living room, and would not be able to get too much of a running start when launched into pursuit.
Shuichi was indeed home, regretfully, but he was in the livingroom, seemingly watching the news...such a tame thing to be on the flat screen, when his lover was watching it...had something happened?
With a sigh, his shoved his keys in the lock, and turned, slowly pushing the door open, bracing himself for impact...
Which never came.
Shuichi stayed seated on the couch as he entered, and looked up at him beaming.
"Welcome home, Yuki!" A giggle followed, but no glomp assault... further more, the uke's volume had been at acceptable levels...
Yes... something fishy was definitely going on... and it unnerved him more than normal behavior.
He raised an eyebrow at the singer, and hung his keys up, simultaneously tossing his jacket into the recliner. His pulled his cigarettes from his pocket, and flicked his lighter open, lighting the small stick, before staring intensely at the pink haired boy with his golden eyes.
"Alright, spill it brat. What have you done? You're acting too strange, you're obvious. Let's just get this over with now and save ourselves the hassle later..." He groaned, tossing himself onto the lover seat kiddy corner to the couch.
Shuichi stared at him with shining eyes, and each passing second of silence made him fear for himself more and more.
"Well..." Shuichi began, watching as Yuki clutched the arm rest to the couch, almost instinctively. "You see...I've figured everything out..." He murmured.
Yuki froze.
Figured what out? What WAS there to find out? Had he himself missed something important?
"What are you going on about? You're making no sense, figured what out?" He grumbled.
Shuichi only sighed and shook his head.
"I'll be right back... but then we have to talk..."
Yuki paled, but nodded hesitantly.
Shuichi returned moments later, a can of Budweiser, and a white box in hand.
Yuki then did something uncharacteristically like him. He titled his head at the singer, a confused expression on his face.
Shuichi handed him both items, and immediately, he popped the can open, chugged half of it, and slipped the lid up off the box. He stared blinking at the strawberry shortcake, before looking up at his lover, a worried expression on his face.
"Since when do YOU buy me cake? This is typically a Tohma thing, for when he has something unpleasant to tell me, or is trying his hand at bribing me..." He mumbled, but all the same, he pulled a chunk of the cake out of the box, and munched on it happily.
This was when Shuichi decided to sit on the coffee table in front of him, where he placed his hands on the blonde's knees.
The anticipation was killing him. He REALLY wanted to know what was wrong with Shuichi... the silence was extraordinarily unnerving, and the drawn out confrontation was starting to make him edgy.
"Yuki... I know." Shuichi murmured, patting him on the knee.
And this was where he started to sweat.
What did Shuichi know? It could be countless things, most of which did not put him in a good light... so many things could be disastrous to their relationship if Shuichi found out about them, even though he'd been very, very good since Shuichi had moved in with him...only minor slip ups...
"Eh!" It came out as more of a squeak than he'd have preferred, but it got his point across.
"Yuki... I want you to know that no matter what, I love you, far more than anything else in the universe, and that nothing you do, ever, will stop that." Shuichi smiled warmly.
Yuki felt a chill creep up his spine, and his hands had grown cold.
"...Alright..." his breathing grew unsteady, and Shuichi's smile quickly weakened.
"Yuki, even though Tohma hates me, I'm not going to leave you alone. I know he did a lot for you back in New York, but he should be able to accept that we're together now, and that nothing you do can really hurt me, as I've brought it on myself."
Yuki squirmed in his seat, but Shuichi still seemed totally calm, and at ease.
"Okay... where are we going with this Shuichi, I thought we were done with Tohma related arguments a long time ago?" He frowned.
Shuichi smiled again, and nodded.
"Exactly, I was saying that, issues with Tohma have long since passed, although he does still give me the stink eye, but I'm sure that he'll always do that. My point is...I mean, the reason we're talking is...well, that... I'm perfectly fine with you being a vampire." he stated with confidence.
Yuki just blinked.
"Wha?" The corner of his eye may have just twitched...
Shuichi raised a hand to silence him.
"If anything, it makes you even more attractive and mysterious. I'm fine with it. You've not once hurt me physically, and I don't think that you ever would if you could help it." he murmured. "And any mental damage you've done has always been partially my fault, but your reluctancy to get close to any humans is the main thing at fault. I can only be glad, and honored that you decided to put up with me, and even pretended to be something that you're not, just to make me comfortable with you."
Shuichi was being totally serious, he realized.
He truly thought that he was indeed a vampire.
What could have brought this on, he wondered...and then it hit him
'Oh fuck the world...' he mentally groaned.
It had happened at last... some fool had introduced him to it... clearly some one would have to die for converting his lover...
"Shuichi-" he began, but Shuichi stopped him again.
"SILENCE!" He hissed. "Don't make up excuses, or try and cover yourself. I've already said that I'm perfectly fine with your condition. I only wish that I had discovered your secret sooner...I could have understood you better all this time!"
"Shuichi-" He tried again, but Shuichi wasn't done yet.
"No Yuki! I'm sorry! I really am... had I known, I would have stopping jumping all over you, and just throwing myself at you! I wouldn't yell at you to come to bed during your all nighters... I never knew you weren't able to sleep! And all the times I felt down because you wouldn't stay in bed with me we...well...did stuff... it was all pointless, because all you were doing was holding yourself back! You've feigned sleeping just for me! I'm really sorry! I promise to be good from now on!" He pouted, close to tears.
Yuki could only blink.
On one hand, Shuichi's ability to believe anything that anyone said was terrifying... on the other...a tame, less clingy, less loud Shuichi was oh so very tempting... and he didn't exactly have to agree to, nor deny anything, if he worded things carefully. He could take advantage of the situation. It could be beneficial in the long run...
"Shuichi, will you let me talk?" The blonde sighed, and Shuichi perked up. "You need to relax. Seriously... I'm...fine, I suppose... You going on about this now was just a bit...awkward, to say the least..." He trailed off, running a hand through his blonde hair.
"Sorry... but I just couldn't wait to tell you that I'd figured it out! To let you know that I understand so much more now!" Shuichi gasped, happy that the novelist was willing to talk about things.
Yuki fought the urge to laugh with extreme carefulness.
"I'm sure... you're not one to keep things bottled up..." He nodded thoughtfully.
Shuichi slowly seemed to slip back into his normal, hyper persona, and he could honestly say that relieved him.
"Yeah... you're right. You know me so well Yuki! Someday I'll know you just as well!" He beamed, fidgeting in his seat.
Yuki sighed, and decided it was best to NOT torture the singer, and he patted his lap, giving into Shuichi's fidgeting stare.
Much to Yuki's surprise, Shuichi did NOT leap dramatically into his lap, molesting him before he touched down. No, not at all... Instead, Shuichi rose from the table, like a normal human being (not that sitting on the table was exactly normal, but you pick and choose your battles...) And gently scooted into his lap, seemingly happy just to be there.
Yes... he would like this 'vampire' business... he would like it a lot.
"So! How was your weekend?" He asked, nearly purring, as he rested his head against his shoulder.
"It was tolerable, I suppose." To be truthful, Mizuki dragged him all around town to various meetings... he hadn't enjoyed himself at all, but it least it hadn't been bad...
Shuichi frowned and gave a sigh.
"Yeah... I guess it WOULD be hard to hunt with Seguchi following you around, especially with his taste preferences... must make it hard for you." Shuichi grumbled, a scowl still present on his face
Yuki blinked.
It was times like this he was glad he read his competitor's books... information came in handy! And to think... he thought he'd never need that sort of information...
"Wow... you sure jump to conclusions..." He eyed the boy in his lap and sighed.
Shuichi only giggle.
"Well, I could only assume that it was Seguchi that turned you. After all, he'd NEVER let anyone else do so... even a vampire would be scared of Tohma, so yeah, it was a valid reasoning on my part."
Yuki nodded.
It WAS the truth... he was sure that if vampires truly existed, that Tohma would still manage to kill one had it dared to try and touch him, so the only valid explanation WAS that Tohma would be...dare he say it? His Carlisle...
Damn Shuichi and his ability to make him remember things he'd rather forget...
"And you immediately assume Tohma prefers a more human cuisine?" He chuckled.
Shuichi eyes narrowed, and he nodded rapidly.
"Duh... Tohma's evil... only you, your sister, and the rest of Nittle Grasper think otherwise... and Sakano, but I'm pretty sure he's just to dazzled by Seguchi-san to care." he sighed.
Oh god... not the 'dazzle' and the 'sparkles'...
Yuki chose to ignore Shuichi's last comment, and instead reached beside him for another handful of cake.
Shuichi immediately shut his mouth and watched Yuki consume the cake. Evidently he decided to become brave, as the moment the cake had disappeared, Shuichi's tongue lashed out, and began to lap of the remaining whip cream on the man's fingers.
Yuki smirked, and snaked his free hand around the singer's torso.
"I thought you were going to be more careful from now on, hm?" He chuckled, nuzzling his lovers neck, sending a shiver down the younger man's spine.
"Eh... I was... and I will be.. But, right now, I could care less about how rough you get. I've missed you." He snickered, feeling the arm around his waist tighten, pulling him closer. " But I'll be careful, so you're not eternally tormented by my sexy body and irresistible blood."
"Well then..." The blonde shifted, slipping his previously occupied hand down to caress a tight butt cheek through the uke's shorts. "How about we put this table to good use? I promise to try and control myself when I make you bleed, as you're draped over it..."
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