Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Bittersweet Void ❯ Chapter 4
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By: KitsuneforlifeYokoschick 
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 11.19.2010 | Updated On: 11.19.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 256 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 11.19.2010 | Updated On: 11.19.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 256 | Status: Work In Progress
Bittersweet Void
Here is chapter four.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gravitation
Chapter Four
Flashes of a blond haired person, having him in the same predicament, played through Shuichi’s mind. He couldn’t see much of the person’s face, considering that the person was so close, kissing him. However, he did see a loop earring in the person’s left ear and judging by that and the hair, Shuichi assumed that it was the same person from his other dreams. He felt like he had gone back in time, reliving memories instead of seeing visuals.
A moan that didn’t belong to him brought him out of his thoughts, snatching him back to the present day and time. He quirked an eyebrow as the novelist’s hair changed blond briefly before going back to brown. Was this a hallucination? He shrugged it off and directed his attention to the kiss.
For some reason, Shuichi melted into the demanding kiss. Fingers racked through his hair and gripped the black locks, practically holding Shuichi’s lips hostage. Shuichi felt the older man sucking on his bottom lip and smirked. He would not be the submissive one. Just because he was older, he thought he could get away with dominating him? Shuichi’s fingers clutched the man’s clothes, and then slammed him against a nearby wall. He pulled away. The man stared at him, eyes wide, seemingly in shock. He panted heavily. Shuichi had never seen such inviting lips. “Shu-” The vocalist ended the man’s sentence before he began by means of a kiss.
He liked the sound of the man moaning. Shuichi parted from him again, only to nip at his neck. The guy smelled of cigarettes and coffee. It was a great combination for the man. Shuichi pressed himself against him, wanting to share his scent. “So good…” he thought, licking the man’s skin. Shuichi’s blood boiled in blissful lust. His cock hardened into a painful erection that pressed against the confines of his khakis. Not satisfied with just kissing, Shuichi rubbed his hardened member against his captor’s bulge. The other male let out a throaty noise of ecstasy.
Shuichi pulled away, licking his lips as he did. “You like that, don’t you?” His nose rubbed against Yuki’s chin. He reveled in the fact that the man’s skin showed signs of developing hickeys. He smirked as Yuki made a small noise of protest. His legs gave out, causing the brown haired man to fall to his knees.
“Shu—” Yuki began, breathlessly.
Shuichi hushed the novelist, putting a finger to Yuki’s lips. “No talking. Bed now.”
The novelist panted. Never before had the younger male took control in a situation like this. He bit his bottom lip. It was… stimulating. On unsteady legs, Yuki found his body standing and moving towards the bedroom, without his mind’s consent. He almost could not believe his own actions. Following Shuichi’s orders…? The thought seemed absurd.
Shuichi crossed his arms, watching in amusement as the taller man staggered by. He smirked again, tilting his head a bit. With an uncontrollable desire, Shuichi smacked the older man’s bottom, telling him to move faster. Shuichi didn’t know why he had become so feisty. However, it felt good to be in control. Yuki seemed surprised, but there was no doubt that he didn’t like it. The other male froze, turning towards him with golden feral eyes. They were filled with lust. “Oh yeah… He likes it a lot.” He uncrossed his arms and moved forward. “You’re not going to keep me waiting, are you?” The man bit his bottom lip again.
Shuichi stalked Yuki, causing the male to back up with his eyes locked on the singer. It wasn’t until he lost his balance, by bumping into the edge of the bed, that the black haired male pounced, straddling his midsection. With his groin pressed firmly into Yuki’s, Shuichi lavished his neck: kissing, sucking, and the occasional nips.
Yuki closed his eyes with another moan, relishing in the younger male’s actions. He couldn’t think of a time when he was so aroused. In fact, he couldn’t think at all. When had Shuichi become so skilled? He opened his eyes and sat up so that he could help Shuichi with the task of unbuttoning his shirt. However, the singer was having none of that. Shuichi forced him back down. Yuki wanted more, but he refused to resort to begging. But why did Shuichi have to torture him with his slow, sensual movements. A hand snaked down into his pants, grabbing his penis. He gasped loudly, springing his head back. He released a sigh of pleasure and incredulity. His hips bucked against the contact. Yuki bit his lip again, hoping to prevent other noises from erupting. “Shuichi… t-take me,” he moaned. Did he really just say that? How did it turn into this? But Yuki didn’t really care at the moment. All he wanted was that sweet release.
Shuichi suddenly stopped. He had not once told this guy his name. Come to think of it… this not the first time that this stranger had used his name. Shuichi let out a shuddering breath. What was he doing? Since when did he fondle random guys? The singer quickly removed his hand from Yuki’s pants. He shifted away from the man, and then stood away from the bed. Without a word, Shuichi walked away, beyond confused. A hand on his shoulder made him turn around with a glare. “Don’t touch me! I don’t even know who the fuck you are! You’re a fan boy, aren’t you?” He pushed the brown-haired man away.
“Shui-” Yuki started. His eyes were wide and his lips parted.
“You can’t just casually say my name like that,” Shuichi nearly snarled. “You don’t know a thing about me other than what the media displays. I’m not even gay.” He clenched his fists. “You can’t just go around and act out your fantasies with unknown people that you think you know.” The pop star left the apartment without another word.
Yuki back away, and then sat down on the edge of his bed. He stared aimlessly. “Damn brat… Come back…” Tears ran down his face. “You can’t leave me like this.” He covered his mouth with his hand. The writer could feel his heart breaking. The rejection from his former lover hurt.
Experiencing the past ten minutes told him something, though. Shuichi is no longer his pink haired bundle of joy. No… The boy was clearly a man now. His childlike innocence was gone. Even though Yuki didn’t know the new Shuichi, he liked him. Perhaps more now than he ever did. The brat had grown to be mature. However, no matter how the pop star transformed, Yuki knew he would never give up on his Shuichi.
He squeezed his eyes shut. Fate was playing a cruel joke that was oddly bittersweet. Yuki seemed to take up Shuichi’s previous role. It was ironic that the pursuer had become the one who would be pursued. Yuki would be damned if he let his good thing go, especially after his earlier reminder of how special Shuichi was—and still is—to him.
At a loss of what to do, Yuki fell back on the bed. He stared up at the ceiling, not bothering to wipe away his tears. He turned over, inhaling the foreign, yet familiar scent. “Shuichi…” Yuki murmured. The scent, however, did not help the novelist’s erection or aching heart. Feeling forlorn because of the way Shuichi treated him, Yuki let his misery rise up, crying into the pillow.
0-0
Shuichi stopped to rest. He had run so fast and so hard. His hand gripped the corner of a building. He panted heavily with his eyes squeezed shut. The singer was so confused. Why had he reacted that way to a complete stranger? “A guy no less…” He hadn’t taken an interest in nobody since… ever. So why did he react that way to Eiri? Was that even his real name? It had never occurred to him before that he might be attracted to the same gender. The alcohol… It had to be the alcohol still coursing through his system. He would most definitely have to stop drinking, especially if it caused him to act in such a manner. He scoffed at the thought of almost fucking a random fan boy. The media would have his ass. “No pun intended…” he thought, frowning.
Another thing that flashed into his mind was how he kept imagining that guy with blond hair. And what was with the visual where the blond haired person was kissing him? Things were just too crazy for Shuichi’s liking. Finally, his breathing steadied. He swallowed hard before opening his eyes.
His amethyst eyes looked up. He had been running for over five minutes. Judging the distance, he guessed that it would be another thirty minutes until he reached home. That was just fine with him. The run would help him clear his mind and help him with his recently acquired sexual frustration.
This run didn’t clear his mind like the times in the past. In fact, this run did the complete opposite. His mind raged with thoughts. Hiro had asked him on the phone had Eiri done anything to him. Did Hiro know about this Eiri character? And by done anything, did he mean the kiss that occurred after his interrogation? Come to think of it, Hiro, Fujisaki, Mr. K, and Mr. Sakano had all been acting weird for about a year now. He had grown accustomed to it, but since Hiro’s little freak out on the phone, he knew something wasn’t right. He was going to ask Hiro about it later.
Shuichi reached his condo, panting. He walked in, taking off his shoes at the door and hanging his jacket up. He headed straight to the bathroom for a shower. He needed to wash this guy’s scent off of him. A cold shower would do him some good.
After fifteen minutes, Shuichi got out of the shower and dried off. Since he was still tired and slightly buzzed, he wrapped a towel around himself and walked into the bedroom. He had every intention of going back to sleep. If Hiro knew what was good for him, then he wouldn’t come over today.
0-0
“If you don’t mind me asking, why would you request this meeting on a Saturday?” K asked annoyed as he stared at his boss, Touma. From the grave expression on Touma’s face and the information from Hiro that Yuki had returned, K would bet anything that the situation was about Shuichi and Yuki.
Touma turned hard eyes, which meant business, to K before speaking. “Our alliance has been terminated.”
K was taken aback. What did Touma mean by their alliance? Surely Touma wasn’t firing him, was he? “Excuse me, what do you mean?” K asked with a confused expression.
“Our alliance to keep Shuichi and Eiri apart, I will not aid you, and I request that you cease your attempts of it as well,” Touma said, closing his eyes.
K eyed the president of NG with an annoyed look. He didn’t have time for this and he had a slight headache. “I can deny your request…right?”
Touma smiled for the first time since the meeting. The smile was very malevolent and aimed at K. “You could, but then I could accidentally write your name on a pink slip and dismiss you from your job.”
K glowered. As much as he wanted to use his whole arsenal on the blond in front of him, he couldn’t. “Fine, play your little game, but don’t come crying to me when you lose revenue from your number two band.”
“I don’t care about Bad Luck’s income as of recently. Eiri means the world to me, and I would die before I do anything to displease him… again,” Touma admitted. “And have Mr. Nakano back off also, I will not have anyone standing in Eiri’s way.”
“I cannot control Nakano,” K lied.
“Well, do something because if I have to get involved then he might find himself unemployed just like you if you don’t cooperate. You wouldn’t want to be the cause of Bad Luck getting disbanded, do you?” Touma bluffed. He wouldn’t fire Hiro because then Shuichi would be upset. That would result in Eiri hating him more, and he did want that.
K glowered at Nittle Grasper’s keyboardist for a while before getting up and leaving the bar that Touma had reserved for the meeting. He called Hiro, wanting to meet with him in person to explain the change of plans. Man, he hated his boss sometimes.
0-0
Hiro walked inside of Shuichi’s apartment, thankful that he had a spare key. The vocalist was livid on the phone earlier and stressed that he didn’t want to be picked up from Yuki’s, but he never said that Hiro couldn’t ensure that he made it home safely.
Hiro noticed that the shoes Shuichi wore yesterday were at the door. It meant the male was home. Walking through the condo, Hiro didn’t see Shuichi, so he headed for the bedroom. He peeked in and saw the black haired male asleep. The clothes he wore the day before were discarded on the floor. Hiro shook his head and closed the door lightly. He headed for the living room, he would stay until after Shuichi awoke and they talked.
Hiro sat on the couch, getting comfortable. He turned on the television, turning the volume down low so that he wouldn’t wake Shuichi. He jumped when his cell phone rang in his pocket. Upon answering it, he heard an unhappy Mr. K on the other end.
“Nakano?” K almost growled out.
“Yea, what’s wrong?” Hiro asked, concerned. It wasn’t too often that his manger called him on a Saturday.
“Where are you? We need to talk, now.”
“I’m at Shuichi’s, I’m not leaving though, not until Shu wakes up,” Hiro responded.
“Fine, I’ll come to you then,” K said before hanging up, ending any protests that Hiro might have had. Hiro shrugged before putting his phone away. Something must have happened—something major.
0-0
Yuki’s cell phone echoed through the bedroom. The man groaned and grabbed it, answering without looking at the number of who was calling. “Hello?” Yuki’s voice cracked, being that he just finished crying.
“Eiri, you sound horrible,” a sad male’s voice replied.
“Why the fuck are you calling me? What part of what I said the other day did you not understand?”
“Eiri, I know of a way that you can make Mr. Shindo yours again,” Touma said, grabbing Yuki’s attention. “I have already told you that he has been hypnotized. All you have to do to reverse it is to trigger his memories, bring them back. Certain sights, noises, smells, events, and other things could potentially cause him to remember. Mr. K and Mr. Nakano have been working very hard to keep his memories buried, use this information to your advantage.”
“Bye, Seguchi,” Yuki said, hanging up on the blond. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve and rolled over onto his back before setting his cell phone on the night stand. The information Touma given him would help him in the future, but he would never tell him that. Yuki remembered Shuichi saying something about dreaming about a blond haired man. Of course, he would go back to his natural hair color so that Shuichi can remember because the brown hair he sported threw the young singer off. It was a good thing that he had a hair dye remover kit. Without wasting more time, Yuki got up and headed for the bathroom.
He left the bathroom about thirty minutes later, drying his hair with a towel. He was thankful that the dye was removed without any difficulties. He went and sat on the bed, thinking. How was he going to find Shuichi? He would be damned if he called Seguchi to ask, but he really didn’t have any other options.
Yuki reached towards the night stand to grab his cell, but stopped short when he saw a wallet next to his phone. He smiled, remembering that he didn’t give Shuichi his wallet back after he looked in it at the park. Shuichi’s wallet had his identification, meaning that his address was on it as well.
0-0
K waited in front of the door to Shuichi’s condo. Either Hiro was going to answer the door within the next few seconds, or he was going to blast the damn thing off. With growing agitation, K pulled out his AK-47 and aimed it at the door. Unfortunately, Hiro opened the door right before he pulled the trigger. “Damn,” K muttered, putting the gun away. Hiro laughed nervously, knowing he would have become swiss cheese had he come to the door any later.
“Come in and be quiet. Shuichi is trying to sleep,” Hiro whispered as he turned around, heading back into the condo. K closed the door and followed the guitarist to the living room. When the brunet sat down on the couch, K began in a low tone.
“We can’t interfere with Shuichi and Yuki anymore,” K blurted out bluntly.
“Whoa, what a minute…! What are you talking about?” Hiro asked, not happy about K’s statement.
“Exactly what I said. Touma is threatening to fire both you and me if we get in the way. As much as I hate this, I will not jeopardize Bad Luck.”
“I can’t listen… Shuichi is my best friend. I won’t stop protecting him from Yuki,” Hiro said, glaring daggers at his manager.
“Shuichi is not the same immature kid that he was a year ago. He can handle himself now. As I recall, he was depressed so we took matters into our own hands and took him to the hypnotherapist. If you haven’t noticed, Nakano, Shuichi is growing agitated with us acting like his mother. I don’t agree with this myself, but as his manager and you as his best friend… we need to lay off Shuichi. He can make his own decisions now. We are slowly pushing him away.”
0-0
Shuichi looked around the room. It was a rundown, abandoned apartment. Broken glass bottles and other trash littered the floor. There were large broken windows that decorated the walls. Outside, a snow storm was swirling. His eyes widened at what he saw below the window.
Not only was he dreaming, but he was having a dream in a third person point of view. He saw himself, with pink hair and wearing a dog costume, sitting in front of the blond haired person. He was shocked to see the person’s face. He had never before seen the male’s face in past dreams. On shaky legs, Shuichi walked over to the pink-haired Shuichi, observing what was going on.
The pink haired Shuichi leaned in and placed a kiss on blonde’s lips, savoring it. When they finally broke for air, the blonde embraced Shuichi, lightly panting.
“Yuki, promise me that you will come back before the tour is over,” The younger man said while looking into the older man’s amber eyes.
After a moment of hesitation, the stranger named Yuki nodded, “I promise, Shuichi. I promise that I will come home to you.”
“I have to go now, I have a concert. I love you, Yuki,” Shuichi said hugging the other man once more.
“I love you too. Do your best,” Yuki replied while petting Shuichi’s pink hair.
The young vocalist stood, stole another glance at Yuki, and then walked out of the door.
Shuichi woke, sitting up in bed. He was breathing heavily and sweating bullets. That dream… It seemed too real. Did that event really occur, or was his mind playing tricks on him? Unlike the other dreams, Shuichi got a full view of the anonymous guy and the name… “Yuki…” he muttered. Once again, maybe it was just the alcohol. Nobody had dreams like that.
Shuichi’s thoughts stopped when he heard muted voices outside of his bedroom door. Slowly, he got up and headed to the door, pressing his ear against it. When he recognized the two voices he grew irate, regretting giving Hiro a key to his place. He walked out into the hallway and stormed into the living room, not caring that he was only in a towel. “You two out, now,” Shuichi ordered in a deadly voice that meant no bullshit or back talk.
“Hey, Shu—” Hiro began.
“I’m tired and irritable and I don’t recall inviting you two over,” Shuichi growled out.
“Look, Shu, I was just worried about you,” Hiro responded, looking hurt.
“Let me ask you a question then, Hiro. Why were you so concerned about me being over Eiri’s? You know something that I don’t? I want to know then right now,” Shuichi said in a calm voice.
“I-I didn’t know who he was, and I was worried that maybe you in danger. You didn’t return to the club last night and you didn’t come home, so what was I suppose to think?”
“You didn’t know who he was?! Like I will believe that, you were too damn excited when I told you where I was to not know the guy!” Shuichi yelled. “Both of you get out!”
Hiro and K exchanged a look before leaving quietly. Shuichi sighed, going back into his bedroom to lie down. He was still tired. Five minutes after he closed his eyes, someone started banging on his front door. Groaning, Shuichi got up and went to it. Hiro was about to get an earful. He snatched the door open only to stare blankly. It wasn’t Hiro, but the guy from his dreams. “Yu… ki…?”
Chapter End
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Here is chapter four.
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Chapter Four
Flashes of a blond haired person, having him in the same predicament, played through Shuichi’s mind. He couldn’t see much of the person’s face, considering that the person was so close, kissing him. However, he did see a loop earring in the person’s left ear and judging by that and the hair, Shuichi assumed that it was the same person from his other dreams. He felt like he had gone back in time, reliving memories instead of seeing visuals.
A moan that didn’t belong to him brought him out of his thoughts, snatching him back to the present day and time. He quirked an eyebrow as the novelist’s hair changed blond briefly before going back to brown. Was this a hallucination? He shrugged it off and directed his attention to the kiss.
For some reason, Shuichi melted into the demanding kiss. Fingers racked through his hair and gripped the black locks, practically holding Shuichi’s lips hostage. Shuichi felt the older man sucking on his bottom lip and smirked. He would not be the submissive one. Just because he was older, he thought he could get away with dominating him? Shuichi’s fingers clutched the man’s clothes, and then slammed him against a nearby wall. He pulled away. The man stared at him, eyes wide, seemingly in shock. He panted heavily. Shuichi had never seen such inviting lips. “Shu-” The vocalist ended the man’s sentence before he began by means of a kiss.
He liked the sound of the man moaning. Shuichi parted from him again, only to nip at his neck. The guy smelled of cigarettes and coffee. It was a great combination for the man. Shuichi pressed himself against him, wanting to share his scent. “So good…” he thought, licking the man’s skin. Shuichi’s blood boiled in blissful lust. His cock hardened into a painful erection that pressed against the confines of his khakis. Not satisfied with just kissing, Shuichi rubbed his hardened member against his captor’s bulge. The other male let out a throaty noise of ecstasy.
Shuichi pulled away, licking his lips as he did. “You like that, don’t you?” His nose rubbed against Yuki’s chin. He reveled in the fact that the man’s skin showed signs of developing hickeys. He smirked as Yuki made a small noise of protest. His legs gave out, causing the brown haired man to fall to his knees.
“Shu—” Yuki began, breathlessly.
Shuichi hushed the novelist, putting a finger to Yuki’s lips. “No talking. Bed now.”
The novelist panted. Never before had the younger male took control in a situation like this. He bit his bottom lip. It was… stimulating. On unsteady legs, Yuki found his body standing and moving towards the bedroom, without his mind’s consent. He almost could not believe his own actions. Following Shuichi’s orders…? The thought seemed absurd.
Shuichi crossed his arms, watching in amusement as the taller man staggered by. He smirked again, tilting his head a bit. With an uncontrollable desire, Shuichi smacked the older man’s bottom, telling him to move faster. Shuichi didn’t know why he had become so feisty. However, it felt good to be in control. Yuki seemed surprised, but there was no doubt that he didn’t like it. The other male froze, turning towards him with golden feral eyes. They were filled with lust. “Oh yeah… He likes it a lot.” He uncrossed his arms and moved forward. “You’re not going to keep me waiting, are you?” The man bit his bottom lip again.
Shuichi stalked Yuki, causing the male to back up with his eyes locked on the singer. It wasn’t until he lost his balance, by bumping into the edge of the bed, that the black haired male pounced, straddling his midsection. With his groin pressed firmly into Yuki’s, Shuichi lavished his neck: kissing, sucking, and the occasional nips.
Yuki closed his eyes with another moan, relishing in the younger male’s actions. He couldn’t think of a time when he was so aroused. In fact, he couldn’t think at all. When had Shuichi become so skilled? He opened his eyes and sat up so that he could help Shuichi with the task of unbuttoning his shirt. However, the singer was having none of that. Shuichi forced him back down. Yuki wanted more, but he refused to resort to begging. But why did Shuichi have to torture him with his slow, sensual movements. A hand snaked down into his pants, grabbing his penis. He gasped loudly, springing his head back. He released a sigh of pleasure and incredulity. His hips bucked against the contact. Yuki bit his lip again, hoping to prevent other noises from erupting. “Shuichi… t-take me,” he moaned. Did he really just say that? How did it turn into this? But Yuki didn’t really care at the moment. All he wanted was that sweet release.
Shuichi suddenly stopped. He had not once told this guy his name. Come to think of it… this not the first time that this stranger had used his name. Shuichi let out a shuddering breath. What was he doing? Since when did he fondle random guys? The singer quickly removed his hand from Yuki’s pants. He shifted away from the man, and then stood away from the bed. Without a word, Shuichi walked away, beyond confused. A hand on his shoulder made him turn around with a glare. “Don’t touch me! I don’t even know who the fuck you are! You’re a fan boy, aren’t you?” He pushed the brown-haired man away.
“Shui-” Yuki started. His eyes were wide and his lips parted.
“You can’t just casually say my name like that,” Shuichi nearly snarled. “You don’t know a thing about me other than what the media displays. I’m not even gay.” He clenched his fists. “You can’t just go around and act out your fantasies with unknown people that you think you know.” The pop star left the apartment without another word.
Yuki back away, and then sat down on the edge of his bed. He stared aimlessly. “Damn brat… Come back…” Tears ran down his face. “You can’t leave me like this.” He covered his mouth with his hand. The writer could feel his heart breaking. The rejection from his former lover hurt.
Experiencing the past ten minutes told him something, though. Shuichi is no longer his pink haired bundle of joy. No… The boy was clearly a man now. His childlike innocence was gone. Even though Yuki didn’t know the new Shuichi, he liked him. Perhaps more now than he ever did. The brat had grown to be mature. However, no matter how the pop star transformed, Yuki knew he would never give up on his Shuichi.
He squeezed his eyes shut. Fate was playing a cruel joke that was oddly bittersweet. Yuki seemed to take up Shuichi’s previous role. It was ironic that the pursuer had become the one who would be pursued. Yuki would be damned if he let his good thing go, especially after his earlier reminder of how special Shuichi was—and still is—to him.
At a loss of what to do, Yuki fell back on the bed. He stared up at the ceiling, not bothering to wipe away his tears. He turned over, inhaling the foreign, yet familiar scent. “Shuichi…” Yuki murmured. The scent, however, did not help the novelist’s erection or aching heart. Feeling forlorn because of the way Shuichi treated him, Yuki let his misery rise up, crying into the pillow.
0-0
Shuichi stopped to rest. He had run so fast and so hard. His hand gripped the corner of a building. He panted heavily with his eyes squeezed shut. The singer was so confused. Why had he reacted that way to a complete stranger? “A guy no less…” He hadn’t taken an interest in nobody since… ever. So why did he react that way to Eiri? Was that even his real name? It had never occurred to him before that he might be attracted to the same gender. The alcohol… It had to be the alcohol still coursing through his system. He would most definitely have to stop drinking, especially if it caused him to act in such a manner. He scoffed at the thought of almost fucking a random fan boy. The media would have his ass. “No pun intended…” he thought, frowning.
Another thing that flashed into his mind was how he kept imagining that guy with blond hair. And what was with the visual where the blond haired person was kissing him? Things were just too crazy for Shuichi’s liking. Finally, his breathing steadied. He swallowed hard before opening his eyes.
His amethyst eyes looked up. He had been running for over five minutes. Judging the distance, he guessed that it would be another thirty minutes until he reached home. That was just fine with him. The run would help him clear his mind and help him with his recently acquired sexual frustration.
This run didn’t clear his mind like the times in the past. In fact, this run did the complete opposite. His mind raged with thoughts. Hiro had asked him on the phone had Eiri done anything to him. Did Hiro know about this Eiri character? And by done anything, did he mean the kiss that occurred after his interrogation? Come to think of it, Hiro, Fujisaki, Mr. K, and Mr. Sakano had all been acting weird for about a year now. He had grown accustomed to it, but since Hiro’s little freak out on the phone, he knew something wasn’t right. He was going to ask Hiro about it later.
Shuichi reached his condo, panting. He walked in, taking off his shoes at the door and hanging his jacket up. He headed straight to the bathroom for a shower. He needed to wash this guy’s scent off of him. A cold shower would do him some good.
After fifteen minutes, Shuichi got out of the shower and dried off. Since he was still tired and slightly buzzed, he wrapped a towel around himself and walked into the bedroom. He had every intention of going back to sleep. If Hiro knew what was good for him, then he wouldn’t come over today.
0-0
“If you don’t mind me asking, why would you request this meeting on a Saturday?” K asked annoyed as he stared at his boss, Touma. From the grave expression on Touma’s face and the information from Hiro that Yuki had returned, K would bet anything that the situation was about Shuichi and Yuki.
Touma turned hard eyes, which meant business, to K before speaking. “Our alliance has been terminated.”
K was taken aback. What did Touma mean by their alliance? Surely Touma wasn’t firing him, was he? “Excuse me, what do you mean?” K asked with a confused expression.
“Our alliance to keep Shuichi and Eiri apart, I will not aid you, and I request that you cease your attempts of it as well,” Touma said, closing his eyes.
K eyed the president of NG with an annoyed look. He didn’t have time for this and he had a slight headache. “I can deny your request…right?”
Touma smiled for the first time since the meeting. The smile was very malevolent and aimed at K. “You could, but then I could accidentally write your name on a pink slip and dismiss you from your job.”
K glowered. As much as he wanted to use his whole arsenal on the blond in front of him, he couldn’t. “Fine, play your little game, but don’t come crying to me when you lose revenue from your number two band.”
“I don’t care about Bad Luck’s income as of recently. Eiri means the world to me, and I would die before I do anything to displease him… again,” Touma admitted. “And have Mr. Nakano back off also, I will not have anyone standing in Eiri’s way.”
“I cannot control Nakano,” K lied.
“Well, do something because if I have to get involved then he might find himself unemployed just like you if you don’t cooperate. You wouldn’t want to be the cause of Bad Luck getting disbanded, do you?” Touma bluffed. He wouldn’t fire Hiro because then Shuichi would be upset. That would result in Eiri hating him more, and he did want that.
K glowered at Nittle Grasper’s keyboardist for a while before getting up and leaving the bar that Touma had reserved for the meeting. He called Hiro, wanting to meet with him in person to explain the change of plans. Man, he hated his boss sometimes.
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Hiro walked inside of Shuichi’s apartment, thankful that he had a spare key. The vocalist was livid on the phone earlier and stressed that he didn’t want to be picked up from Yuki’s, but he never said that Hiro couldn’t ensure that he made it home safely.
Hiro noticed that the shoes Shuichi wore yesterday were at the door. It meant the male was home. Walking through the condo, Hiro didn’t see Shuichi, so he headed for the bedroom. He peeked in and saw the black haired male asleep. The clothes he wore the day before were discarded on the floor. Hiro shook his head and closed the door lightly. He headed for the living room, he would stay until after Shuichi awoke and they talked.
Hiro sat on the couch, getting comfortable. He turned on the television, turning the volume down low so that he wouldn’t wake Shuichi. He jumped when his cell phone rang in his pocket. Upon answering it, he heard an unhappy Mr. K on the other end.
“Nakano?” K almost growled out.
“Yea, what’s wrong?” Hiro asked, concerned. It wasn’t too often that his manger called him on a Saturday.
“Where are you? We need to talk, now.”
“I’m at Shuichi’s, I’m not leaving though, not until Shu wakes up,” Hiro responded.
“Fine, I’ll come to you then,” K said before hanging up, ending any protests that Hiro might have had. Hiro shrugged before putting his phone away. Something must have happened—something major.
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Yuki’s cell phone echoed through the bedroom. The man groaned and grabbed it, answering without looking at the number of who was calling. “Hello?” Yuki’s voice cracked, being that he just finished crying.
“Eiri, you sound horrible,” a sad male’s voice replied.
“Why the fuck are you calling me? What part of what I said the other day did you not understand?”
“Eiri, I know of a way that you can make Mr. Shindo yours again,” Touma said, grabbing Yuki’s attention. “I have already told you that he has been hypnotized. All you have to do to reverse it is to trigger his memories, bring them back. Certain sights, noises, smells, events, and other things could potentially cause him to remember. Mr. K and Mr. Nakano have been working very hard to keep his memories buried, use this information to your advantage.”
“Bye, Seguchi,” Yuki said, hanging up on the blond. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve and rolled over onto his back before setting his cell phone on the night stand. The information Touma given him would help him in the future, but he would never tell him that. Yuki remembered Shuichi saying something about dreaming about a blond haired man. Of course, he would go back to his natural hair color so that Shuichi can remember because the brown hair he sported threw the young singer off. It was a good thing that he had a hair dye remover kit. Without wasting more time, Yuki got up and headed for the bathroom.
He left the bathroom about thirty minutes later, drying his hair with a towel. He was thankful that the dye was removed without any difficulties. He went and sat on the bed, thinking. How was he going to find Shuichi? He would be damned if he called Seguchi to ask, but he really didn’t have any other options.
Yuki reached towards the night stand to grab his cell, but stopped short when he saw a wallet next to his phone. He smiled, remembering that he didn’t give Shuichi his wallet back after he looked in it at the park. Shuichi’s wallet had his identification, meaning that his address was on it as well.
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K waited in front of the door to Shuichi’s condo. Either Hiro was going to answer the door within the next few seconds, or he was going to blast the damn thing off. With growing agitation, K pulled out his AK-47 and aimed it at the door. Unfortunately, Hiro opened the door right before he pulled the trigger. “Damn,” K muttered, putting the gun away. Hiro laughed nervously, knowing he would have become swiss cheese had he come to the door any later.
“Come in and be quiet. Shuichi is trying to sleep,” Hiro whispered as he turned around, heading back into the condo. K closed the door and followed the guitarist to the living room. When the brunet sat down on the couch, K began in a low tone.
“We can’t interfere with Shuichi and Yuki anymore,” K blurted out bluntly.
“Whoa, what a minute…! What are you talking about?” Hiro asked, not happy about K’s statement.
“Exactly what I said. Touma is threatening to fire both you and me if we get in the way. As much as I hate this, I will not jeopardize Bad Luck.”
“I can’t listen… Shuichi is my best friend. I won’t stop protecting him from Yuki,” Hiro said, glaring daggers at his manager.
“Shuichi is not the same immature kid that he was a year ago. He can handle himself now. As I recall, he was depressed so we took matters into our own hands and took him to the hypnotherapist. If you haven’t noticed, Nakano, Shuichi is growing agitated with us acting like his mother. I don’t agree with this myself, but as his manager and you as his best friend… we need to lay off Shuichi. He can make his own decisions now. We are slowly pushing him away.”
0-0
Shuichi looked around the room. It was a rundown, abandoned apartment. Broken glass bottles and other trash littered the floor. There were large broken windows that decorated the walls. Outside, a snow storm was swirling. His eyes widened at what he saw below the window.
Not only was he dreaming, but he was having a dream in a third person point of view. He saw himself, with pink hair and wearing a dog costume, sitting in front of the blond haired person. He was shocked to see the person’s face. He had never before seen the male’s face in past dreams. On shaky legs, Shuichi walked over to the pink-haired Shuichi, observing what was going on.
The pink haired Shuichi leaned in and placed a kiss on blonde’s lips, savoring it. When they finally broke for air, the blonde embraced Shuichi, lightly panting.
“Yuki, promise me that you will come back before the tour is over,” The younger man said while looking into the older man’s amber eyes.
After a moment of hesitation, the stranger named Yuki nodded, “I promise, Shuichi. I promise that I will come home to you.”
“I have to go now, I have a concert. I love you, Yuki,” Shuichi said hugging the other man once more.
“I love you too. Do your best,” Yuki replied while petting Shuichi’s pink hair.
The young vocalist stood, stole another glance at Yuki, and then walked out of the door.
Shuichi woke, sitting up in bed. He was breathing heavily and sweating bullets. That dream… It seemed too real. Did that event really occur, or was his mind playing tricks on him? Unlike the other dreams, Shuichi got a full view of the anonymous guy and the name… “Yuki…” he muttered. Once again, maybe it was just the alcohol. Nobody had dreams like that.
Shuichi’s thoughts stopped when he heard muted voices outside of his bedroom door. Slowly, he got up and headed to the door, pressing his ear against it. When he recognized the two voices he grew irate, regretting giving Hiro a key to his place. He walked out into the hallway and stormed into the living room, not caring that he was only in a towel. “You two out, now,” Shuichi ordered in a deadly voice that meant no bullshit or back talk.
“Hey, Shu—” Hiro began.
“I’m tired and irritable and I don’t recall inviting you two over,” Shuichi growled out.
“Look, Shu, I was just worried about you,” Hiro responded, looking hurt.
“Let me ask you a question then, Hiro. Why were you so concerned about me being over Eiri’s? You know something that I don’t? I want to know then right now,” Shuichi said in a calm voice.
“I-I didn’t know who he was, and I was worried that maybe you in danger. You didn’t return to the club last night and you didn’t come home, so what was I suppose to think?”
“You didn’t know who he was?! Like I will believe that, you were too damn excited when I told you where I was to not know the guy!” Shuichi yelled. “Both of you get out!”
Hiro and K exchanged a look before leaving quietly. Shuichi sighed, going back into his bedroom to lie down. He was still tired. Five minutes after he closed his eyes, someone started banging on his front door. Groaning, Shuichi got up and went to it. Hiro was about to get an earful. He snatched the door open only to stare blankly. It wasn’t Hiro, but the guy from his dreams. “Yu… ki…?”
Chapter End
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