Chapter Eleven: The Realization
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gravitation characters. They belong solely to Maki Murakami sensei. The character Rin Anazawa is my own creation.
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Nothing could have been more perfect. Waking up next to the smaller male, for once not being sore from being beaten that past night, Seeing those violet optics gaze up at him with a sweet and gentle smile.
"Good morning Shuichi." Eiri whispered softly, firmly believing that loudness would break this fragile dream.
The pink-haired singer blinked lazily and stretched out his lithe form in response… and it seemed invitation. Golden optics feasted on the outline of the naked body from beneath the blanket, fingers itching to draw back the covers, and he made a move to go with this urge when Shuichi's body tensed before he shot out of bed, forgetting his nudity. He stared at Eiri in shock and horror.
"No…. no, no, no!" I… we…. How… Rin…." His arms moved up and he hugged himself protectively. Shuichi suddenly had realized when he'd done, the sin of treachery he had committed. "Cheated… on Rin… n-no!" The pink-haired singer broke down into tears and fell to his knees.
This display of dramatics woke Eiri from his daze, for he had found it difficult to concentrate on Shuichi's words while he was naked in front of him.
"Shuichi, it's okay. Remember what I told you?" He slipped from the bed and tried to wrap his arms around the trembling form." "He's gone. He's probably already found someone else-"
"No!" He screamed, slapping Eiri's hands away, now rejecting his self-satisfying comfort. Violet hues turned back to look at Eiri. Though now they didn't show him sweetness, they showed him anger, no more gentleness, just sadness. "He's loyal unlike me!" He slowly stood up and walked toward his closet, opening it up and staring at the contents for several minutes.
"I… like you Eiri. I like you a lot and you were on my mind for awhile when I met you… but…." He heaved a sigh and griped the closet door tightly. The blonde sat there, still as a statue as the but hung heavily in the air
"But…" Shuichi continued, "I love Rin too. I love him and don't wanna give up on him. He'll come back to me… he promised. And… I won't let myself be with you until he's completely gone! Not until I know we won't see each other again!"
Eiri's stomach twisted and turned and suddenly he felt as if the world had stopped spinning and was about to end. The tiny fire of hope on getting away from Yuki had went out with a sizzle of smoke, as if Shuichi had just dumped a bucket of water on top of it. A golden gaze lowered toward the ground as he found himself wondering if he'd ever find the strength to stand up to Yuki without someone like Shuichi behind him, supporting him.
"-work. You should leave." A soft, self-loathing voice cut into his thoughts. Eiri looked up in surprise.
"What?"
"I said, I need to get ready, I have work. You should leave." Shuichi repeated as he pulled out a shirt and some pants. Eiri kept in his urge to protest and simply nodded, gathering his clothes, dressing and leaving the apartment without a word.
It was once he heard the click of the door, that Shuichi completely broke down. Last night had been wonderful but it had woken him up from his illusions. He'd not let himself be so untrusting to Rin any longer. How could he have even thought that Rin had left him? That he'd never come back to him. Shuichi knew he'd let himself be vulnerable and for that he hated himself…. Because of his stupidity he'd committed a grievous act against the sweetest person he'd ever known.
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Getting into his car, Eiri slammed the key into the ignition, listened to the engine come to life, blasted the stereo and speed out onto the street. His sadness at how things turned out because of his own recklessness and his fear on what Yuki would do was turning into anger. He could easily wait until Yuki needed to go to work, go into the apartment, grab his stuff and never go back but… Yuki had connections.
It'd been made obvious since he'd first gotten intimately involved with is former tutor that Eiri would never be able to get away from him if Yuki didn't want it. The brutal man knew enough people that Eiri wouldn't be free where ever he went in the state. Out of state? Then he'd be alone and also would be away from where Shuichi was…. Out of country? Move back to Japan? No… never. He'd sworn to never go back.
With a shake of his head, Eiri pulled into the parking garage of the building him and Yuki lived in. After parking into a space, the blonde novelist sat and stared at nothing, lost in thought on what he could do. Fear was eating at his insides as he went over the scenarios about leaving Yuki. They all normally led to him, Eiri being sent to the hospital with major injuries or being killed. Gold eyes fell closed as he drew in a ragged breath. Yuki Kitizawa didn't let go of people easily… but… years of dealing with the abuse was extraordinarily tiring and being with Shuichi, even for a night had opened his eyes to a new form of relationship.
Getting out of his car, Eiri went up the elevator and approached the apartment door, opening it and walking inside. Golden eyes swept the area… no one? Brows furrowed in confusion… where was he? Why wasn't Yuki swooping down on him and smacking him? Demanding an answer to why he hadn't been home last night. Slowly the blonde stepped inside, looking around cautiously.
A noise… a noise is what alerted him to walk toward his bedroom… their bedroom… and the door being shut made him slowly open the door and peak inside, what he saw made him recoil in disgust and fury even though it had grown to be common. Yuki was abusing one of the random boys that his friends had access to… poor boy, probably no older then twenty was whimpering as Yuki slammed into him mercilessly. Eiri's hands clenched into fists as he drew in a deep breath before striding into the room, grabbing Kitizawa by the shoulder and ripping him off the sobbing boy.
Immediately the poor abused thing scurried to a corner of the bed, pulled the covers up over his frame and curled up into a protective shivering ball. Eiri gazed at the mass with concern and empathy… he remembered being there… but also envied him… because that boy didn't had the man he love do those things to him.
Yuki was shaken from his thoughts by a sudden punch at the side of his face, the blonde stumbled and clutched the place he was stricken and glared at his old tutor
"Eiri! You stupid bastard! You should know better then to interrupt me. What the hell is wrong with you?! First you disappear all night and then you get in the way of my fun?" The abusive brown haired man quickly closed the distance between the two of them and gripped a large wad of Eiri's hair, making their eyes meet. "Or did you want to join?"
His answer was a large wad of spit squarely in the middle of his eyes, this act of retaliation brought him another firm smack to the face. Eiri felt a wetness drip from his nose, the left side of his face a throbbing mess. "I never want you to touch me again."
"What's this? You actually are showing a backbone? Well Eiri what a big surprise." His grip tightened on the hair. "Well it's a little late for that!"
Eiri remembered a fist coming at him and the grip on his hair subsiding enough that he fell to the ground… the more strikes at various parts of his body… the memory of his clothing being ripped off was the last before everything went black.
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Walking into the room he'd been working in for week since coming to New York, Shuichi nearly walked out to make sure he was in the right place.
Usually then was tons of activity. K running around like a madman, waving his guns everywhere. Sakano trying to make tea but every so often hyperventilating and trying to commit suicide. Fujisaki quietly working on some random piece of work while yelling at Hiro to stop sleeping and start helping.
Today everyone was silent and the air was heavy with gloomy emotions. K leaning against a wall by the window and staring out it as if it was the mask interesting thing in the world, Sakano sitting at the table, staring into the depths of a untouched cup of coffee. Fujisaki and Hiro sat on the couch equally.
The mood of everyone else fit his own, but it was disturbing. He'd counted on work being able to cheer him up, having called K and told him he'd be getting to work on his own , he'd used that time to prepare for the madness of his band members, manager, and producer.
"Hey everyone…." Shuichi said slowly, walking toward the table, trying to take a seat in a careless manner, but only ending up looking awkward. Hiro was the only one to meet his gaze. The look in his best friend eye's made Shuichi immediately feel his stomach twist in dread.
"Shu… Rin's been hospitalized."
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Authors Note
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Took long enough I swear! XD But here's the chapter… and the story is drawing to it's end if you haven't been able to tell. I'll try and write the next couple chapters a lot faster and get over my art fascination… yes I've been drawing more then writing. Shoot me :P My DA link can found in meh profile.