Sapphire
Pairing: RyuichixShuichi. (one of my favorites)
Summary: Everyone knows the story. Yuki gets mad, kicks Shuichi out in a fit of anger, Shuichi goes running to Hiro for comfort. Well, what if Ryuichi overheard Yuki and Shuichi's conversation and offers to help?
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation. This wonderful piece of art is owned by Maki Murakami.
Rating: Bleah. M just to be safe.
A/N: If you are a fan of Gravitation, and you haven't already heard, Maki Murakami, has been publishing scans of new tracks for Gravitation. There is a link to a site for translated scans in my profile if anybody wants it. The song used in this chapter is "Sweet Vanilla" by Hyde, and if you have to ask, no, I don't own it.
Ryuichi's POV:
I watched Shuichi walk down the hall to pick out a room. My mood had darkened considerably when I realized just how much Yuki's words had effected Shuichi. My hate for the self-centered author was only growing by the minutes.
I stormed around the large kitchen, gathering pocky and other random snacks. Then when I was satisfied that there was enough food to last awhile, I strolled back into the living room, calmer than when I had left.
Shuichi was still not back yet. I decided to go see where he was and what he was doing.
Walking down the hall, that like the rest of the house was covered in pictures and posters of Nittle Grasper, I tried to figure out where Shuichi was. I wasn't pleased with the room that I found him in. He was in the room with all of my music awards. I hate that room.
Shuichi had an awe struck look on his face. I guess it would seem pretty impressive to some one who had never seen it before. I hated it. I loved singing, but those who say that it can be lonely at the top don't know how right they are.
There were awards from Japan, America, Europe, and everywhere in between. There were several more posters of Nittle Grasper and also some of my solo works, though most of those were at my house in L.A.
Why do I even have pictures of myself. I know what I look like. I walked up behind him.
"Shu-chan? Let's get out of this room, I don't like being in here all that much." He stared at me blankly in what appeared to be confusion for a few seconds then nodded.
"Okay Ryu-chan, whatever you want. It's your house." With that, I grasped his arm and pulled him quickly from the room.
After I got him some clothes for later, we spent the rest of the evening sitting around, eating snacks, and playing video games.
It was slightly pathetic. I proceeded to kick his ass in just about every game that we played. The kid really needs more practice if he wants to beat me. I thought dancing around the room was considerably modest of me. I can be very competitive when I want to be.
When I looked at the clock again, I realized that it was almost 1 o'clock in the morning. Wow, time really can go fast when you're having fun.
"Hey Shuichi, do you want to take a shower tonight or what?" I looked at him rather intently as I said this. He didn't seem to notice.
"Sure. Uh, where do you want me to go to take it?" Maybe he had seen the look I was giving him, because he seemed a little uncertain about things. Oh, God. How much I wanted him then and there when he looked like that. Restraining myself, I tried to reassure him, and calm myself at the same time.
"You can use the one in my room. Feel free to help yourself to whatever you need. My room is straight down the hall." With that, I pushed him, a little roughly, out of the room and tried to recover.
I've heard Shuichi and others call me a god, but if I get through this night without losing my self-control, then I just might really be a god.
Watching him walk down the hall to my bedroom, I highly doubted that was going to happen
Shuichi's POV:
I was slightly nervous walking through Ryuichi's house by myself. The way Ryuichi had been looking at me just a few minutes ago wasn't really helping at all. He seemed fine while we were playing video games, but just now, he was looking at me so strangely. It was slightly unnerving.
I walked down the hall and stopped when I came to the end, and found myself facing another set of double French doors. I guessed that this had to be Ryuichi's bedroom.
Feeling slightly hesitant, I opened the doors, stepped inside, an gazed around the elegant room. The bedroom was amazing to say the least. There was a wall of windows on the far side of the room, with the bed on the opposite wall next to the door. I had to stifle a gasp. I was really surprised, the room just didn't seem to fit Ryuichi's personality. The bed was a large four-poster affair, made out of a dark wood, and the pillows and covers were a black silk, with a dark red trim. The whole thing screamed elegant and expensive.
Even though, I knew I really shouldn't, I just couldn't help but look around. On another wall, there was yet another set of French style doors that I guessed led into the bathroom. I knew I should stop being nosey and just take my shower, but I just had to look around some more.
Continuing on my search, I saw a large oak desk against the wall opposite the bathroom doors. It looked like it was made of the same wood that the bed was made out of. I wandered over to it. On top were some more pictures, again, unrecognizable to me. There was also a laptop, with the screen on. On the screen, was what appeared to be lyrics. I couldn't help myself. I tried, I really did, but I had to look. I mean come on, this is my idol we're talking about here. This is Nittle Grasper. I just had to do it. I read the lyrics.
Sweet Vanilla
I give myself to you
Bara wo shiki dumete suteki na yume mi wo
Darling it's all for you.
I will show you the stars,
There's so much that you should know.
I won't cause you any tears,
You've no need for any fears…I stared at the screen for a minute, and it was then that I realized that I had been reading the lyrics out loud. I hadn't even noticed that I was doing that. It was then that I was pressed up against the desk and felt warm arms wrap around me, then tighten. I felt a hot breath against my ear, and then a whisper:
"Naughty little Shuichi. Sneaking peeks at my lyrics before they're finished are you? Hmmm…however should you be punished?"
END CHAPPIE IVA/N: Horrible, aren't I?. Oh well, in the next chapter, the story will earn its rating.