Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation or the lyrics to the song, "Disappear" by Hoobastank or anything Brittney-related. Now, shoo, you corporate bastards.

Rated R because, well...you'll see.

SUMMARY: Yuki himself said that Shuichi has "somehow hooked into some part of my brain." So when he starts to write another one of his novels, it turns out that Shuichi is indeed all his mind can think of...

Disappear

He needed a poem. Fast. His editor wanted a poem to start off the new novel Yuki had (after many weeks of sleepless nights) finished writing. As Yuki reread his chapters, he snorted. Undoubtedly, it would be another bestseller, considering how corny and stupid the plot was.

But his audience loved it. They liked idiot stories like those. About a girl that, in spite of hating men, falls head-over-heels with a pink-haired idiot. She depends on him so much, actually, that even when he goes to work she becomes melancholy. Her usual sour self returns when he leaves, and she was stuck there at home, working on her latest novel and finding ways to entertain herself until her lover returned.

When she was alone in her apartment, it was as if every object in her home was magnified tenfold, and she could not find a way to make them go away. Her lover's absence also reminded her of her past; a past she thought she had buried in the dark corners of her brain. Maybe because of the way her lover unearthed her past she was curious about him, about how and why he made her remember all her painful memories. He was starting to reawaken a feeling she thought had died long ago. And although that feeling was warm and sweet, it reminded her of pain and suffering.

But as time passed by, she found herself thinking of her past less and less. And those painful memories were slowly being replaced by fresh, sparkling thoughts of her loud and annoying partner. Until she found herself getting annoyed at the deafening rumbling of the air conditioner or the incoherent tick-tock of the clock did she realize how much her mood depended on her love. It was he, and only he, that had the power to make everything fade away into the background: both surroundings and memories. He made them all disappear.

Yuki thought of himself and the...insane boredom he felt when that punk wasn't there. He looked down at the piece of paper and began to write.

He adjusted the glasses in his head and took a sip of the steaming, hot coffee that sat in his desk. Already he had become bored of that pencil that refused to write down a decent poem for him. Putting down the coffee mug, he crumpled the paper into a ball, throwing it to accompany the other pieces of crumpled up paper that had refused to produce a great poem and turned his laptop on. Typing was so much better than writing with a pencil, anyway. As he adjusted the brightness displayed by his laptop, he saw a tiny picture stuck on the corner of the plastic border of the screen.

Ah.

The infamous print-club Shuichi had sold one million CDs for. Despite all his attempts to ignore the picture, he lifted up the laptop to take a closer look at it. No. He lifted up the laptop to take a closer look at a strange stain that had appeared right next to the print-club, and he decided to inspect it a while longer. Unconsciously, he smiled.

How the brat had infiltrated his mind with no apparent warning was beyond the novelist. He always managed to get him completely off guard, and his actions weren't readable until he was forced to actually take the time to get to know him. That inevitably led to emotions growing as time passed by and the only concrete feeling he could identify for him was the feeling of physical pleasure. He smirked. Shuichi had improved much in that subject.

Shoving aside any thoughts that could pass as perverted, he began typing in random thoughts of his that had been inspired by the lovely singer with crazy pink locks smiling stupidly in the print-club.

There's a pain that sleeps inside
It sleeps with just one eye
And awakens the moment that you leave

Just when Yuki thought he was finally getting somewhere, the phone rang. He rolled his eyes. Too angry to answer it, he waited until the answering machine went off to see if the person calling was worth the three feet walking distance to the phone. Taking one more glance at the print-club, he continued to type.

Though I try to look away
The pain it still remains
Only leaving when you're next to me

Had Yuki known Shuichi had changed the answering machine message and had it replaced with the instrumental version of Brittney Spears' "Toxic" with Shuichi singing moronic lyrics to it, he would have killed to answer the goddamned phone.

"Baby can't you see...we're busy
Boning until...we get dizzy
Slowly...he's turning up the heat

"There's no escape...to this song
You have to wait...'till I shut up
All you can do...is hang up

"We can't answer now
'Cause we're not here or we're on the couch
Busy making out

"On the sound of the tone leave your message
Name, number and objective
Eiri or Shu will get back to you soon
He's addicted to booze, don't he know that it's toxic?
But I love what he do, don't he know that he's toxic?"

At last, the beep beeped. And Yuki knew there was a god. And He was angry with him.

"Um...Eiri-san...or Shindou-san. Are you there? Or are you really making out?"

Yuki walked over to the phone and picked it up. "Damn it, Seguchi! What do you want?" said Yuki, trying very hard not to sound as embarrassed as his flushed cheeks made him out to be.

"Sorry, Eiri-san. You seem more excitable than ever," laughed Tohma on the other end of the phone. Still too embarrassed to even come up with a comeback, Yuki just grunted. "Anyway," continued Tohma, "I just wanted to tell Shindou-san that he forgot his lyrics back here in the studio. Can you tell him that Nakano-san took those lyrics home with him?"

" Tell him that yourse—"

" Yuki! I'm hoooooome!"

Do you know that every time you're near everybody else seems far away?
So can you come and make them disappear?
Make them disappear and we can stay...

Whoa. Talk about inspiration. That whole stanza just popped into his mind. Right. Now he had to go type it. "Seguchi, I have to go," he said, and hung up abruptly. He sat back down on his chair and began to type the words while they were still fresh on his mind.

" Yuki! I'm hungry!" said an irritating voice from the doorway of his study.

" What do you want me to do about it?" said the writer, still starting at his laptop, though he had ceased typing.

" Aww...c'mon Yuki!" said the voice that slowly got closer to him. The owner of said voice buried his face in the novelist's neck and kissed it softly. "I love you," he said.

" So?" he asked casually, trying to suppress the physical need the singer aroused in him.

" Damn it Yuki! Why do you always have to ruin the mood?" Shuichi cried, screaming with all his might into the ear of the blonde.

" Okay, okay fine! Just shut up and leave," urged Yuki, rubbing his sensitive ear to get rid of the itchy feeling.

" Yahoo! I love you Yuki!" he exclaimed, running out the door and slamming his body on the sofa to watch the stupid soaps.

Yuki grunted, wondering why he put up with the punk and when in the hell he was going to finish his poem.

-

So I stand and look around
Distracted by the sounds
Of everyone and everything I see

This he jotted down on a small notepad he carried in his back pocket. He sighed. He stood as far away from the stage as he could, and anyone who saw him assumed he was a writer for the local newspaper. He sighed again, trying to ease the pounding of his head caused by the clamorous voices of both the singer and his screaming fans. Jeez...wasn't it enough that he had to endure the punk's screeching voice every day. This went beyond cruel and unusual punishment.

But he deserved it. A bet is a bet. And he had lost one that had involved going to Shuichi's 50th concert. The bet was rather silly, and Yuki had meant it as a joke. He had bet Shuichi that he couldn't learn the position on page 47 of the book Kama Sutra. Much to his surprise, he had managed to learn it in less than one hour. He came more than once during the night they spent practicing the position. And so in a moment of weakness (Kama Sutra night) Yuki had agreed to go to Shuichi's 50th concert.

Pushing up his sunglasses (it was too damn bright), he kept his head held up high to try and catch a glimpse of the pink, wavy locks that he had come to see. He wanted Shuichi to look at him, to reassure him that, yes, he was there, and no, he wasn't too pissed off.

After trying (somewhat effortlessly) for five minutes, he gave up. He was too far back in the audience to even hope Shuichi could see him. He stepped back from the crazy teenagers in front of him and decided to work a little more on his poem instead of wasting his time trying to find the punk's face from amongst the faces of the other juveniles.

And I search through every face
Without a single trace
Of the person, the person that I need...

" I know most of you guys might already know this...but I still want to say it."

His pencil was barely audible when it hit the floor. Yuki's head slowly flinched upwards, hoping God wasn't still mad at him.

"I know you're out there Yuki..."

Yuki stuffed his notepad in his raincoat and looked around, desperate for an exit.

" I just wanted to tell the whole world that..."

He tried so hard to shove his way through those blasted kids, but they wouldn't budge. One girl even got the nerve to call him an "old man."

" I REALLY LOVE YOU!"

The crowd went berserk when Shuichi finished speaking, even more so when they realized that Eiri Yuki could be standing right next to them. He was so close, so dreadfully close to the cold, metal handles of the exit door that he failed to notice a group of fan girls grab a hold of his expensive, black raincoat.

As they pulled him back with abnormal strength, he never thought he'd be happy in seeing the punk's manager storming in through the exit door and blasting off the heads of the delinquents who dared lay a hand on him.

" Hey Yuki-san! Shuichi sent me to create a diversion while you escape!"

Yuki merely nodded and ran past K towards the exit, ignoring the screams and shouts of the girls who tried desperately to retain Yuki in their grasps.

-

Do you know, that every time you're near
Everybody else seems far away
So can you come and make them disappear
Make them disappear and we can stay

He reread his poem until his eyes got red, franticly trying to find a flaw in his poem. He had a mad feeling that something was missing. Perhaps it needed another line somewhere. Sighing, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Then he heard glass breaking.

" Sorry Yuki-san!" came the apology of his lover's best friend through his closed door.

He didn't know why out of all the places in the world, they had chosen his place to watch their concert on. He probably wouldn't have minded as much if Shuichi hadn't invited all of his pals. It was bad enough that he brought his band mates, but to have his crazy manager and his jittery producer come as well was going too far. That Ryuichi Sakuma had also shown up, and Tatsuha had somehow found out about it and invited himself over.

Another glass of unknown substances met the floor when Yuki put on his glasses. He fought an urge to grit his teeth and distracted himself by adding a line to his poem.

Can you make them disappear?

The whole room started to shake, and the volume of the voices outside grew louder the greater the shake got, revealing that it was they who were causing the shock.

He looked at Shuichi in the print-club picture, warning him with a menacing scowl that if they didn't quiet down, he'd throw them all out. As if the real Shuichi had himself experienced the glare, he burst in through the door with a can of beer held loosely on his right hand.

" I...em sorrie Yuki!" he blabbered out.

He looked at him indifferently. "How many drinks have you had?"

Shuichi laughed stupidly, his cheeks growing brighter with the every exhale of toxic breath. He pointed a finger to the beer can. "This...iz mai first one!" he said proudly. He staggered towards Yuki and fell on top of him.

" You're an—"

" I love you, Yuki."

Shuichi's closed eyes andunsteady breathing led Yuki to believe that he was finally asleep. He sighed. Stroking his lover's pink hair, he looked down at him, thinking that if only Shuichi would stay as quiet as he was now, he'd enjoy his company much more.

He still couldn't figure out how Shuichi could do it. How could he express his feelings so easily? Every time they met, whether they hadn't seen each other in five days or five minutes, he always told him he loved him, as if it were the easiest thing to say in the world. If it was so easy, why couldn't Yuki say it? He sighed, annoyed. What the hell was "love" anyway?

Maybe he didn't know exactly what it was about the kid that made everything seem right, but he was glad he had him. He was the only one he felt comfortable around with, and he taught him many things. And even if he made him remember his horrible past, he didn't regret that he had met him. Maybe in time (perhaps a very long time), the punk would help him remember that feeling he had lost and make Kitazawa disappear.

Gently putting Shuichi on the floor, he sat back down on his chair. He finally knew how his poem would end.

When he finished typing the last line, he carefully picked up his lover and carried him to their bedroom, wondering how Shuichi could sleep through the loud music and laughter of the forgotten friends. 'If only you could...' he thought.

Make them disappear...

Fin

I'm done! Yay! Okay, so maybe this wasn't as funny as my other one-shots, but I still like it, and I hope you liked it too. Review please!

Adios!