Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Cats, Crutches and Babies? Oh My! ❯ Bitch One; Eiri Zero ( Chapter 19 )

“Yuki,” Shuichi whispered softly as he patted his lover's shoulder.

There was no reaction from the dozing blonde.

He tried again, this time beckoning his love louder.

“Yuki! Yuki wake up,“ He whined, “We have to get you inside now, come on wake up!”

 

There was little movement towards the desired response, and Shuichi just turned around and shrugged his shoulders at Tohma and Mika, who were standing inside the freezing cold garage.

 

After about the fourth try, Tohma decided that he should give it a go and Shuichi reluctantly agreed to let him after some gentle persuasion from Mika. The singer crawled out of the back seat in a huff and allowed the blonde to get inside.

 

“Eiri-kun,” Tohma said softly, but firmly, “We have to get you upstairs and into your apartment. Please wake up.”

 

It was a strange feeling, being drugged up on pain killers. It reminded Eiri of the one and only time he had smoked weed. You sort of seemed to float there in mid air, just thinking, but not really thinking at all. All your thoughts get mixed and mashed into one enormous monstrosity of an idea that you couldn't wrap your brain around if you tried. And so you lay there, thinking about nothing, everything and all the bits in-between.

It was about the same time that Eiri realized that he couldn't possibly be floating in clouds of rice, that Mika screamed his name into the small confines of his Mercedes.

 

The blonde novelist woke with a confused, frightened sort of yelp and jumped, causing him to groan with agony as his left leg was jolted.

 

“Ahh! What the fuck is wrong with you people!” Eiri screamed through gritted teeth as he gripped his throbbing leg, “God damn it all! Can`t you wake me up normally!?”

 

It had been a pleasant, sensation less and at the same time overloading ride home and, until Mika woke him up, it had almost been completely pain free as well.

 

“Yuki, we tried to wake you up, but you weren't coming around,” Shuichi stated calmly as he stuck his head into the open car door.

 

Eiri was just about to retaliate when Tohma started to speak.

 

“Well in any case,” The blonde keyboardist said softly, “ You're awake now Eiri and we are all rather anxious to get out of the cold. So unless you want Archaeologists to dig us all up in a giant block of ice, a thousand years from now I suggest that you allow us to help you.”

 

Shuichi's mouth hung low as he looked back and forth between his lover and his boss. Mika rolled her eyes as she pulled the still gawking young singer over to her car by the ear, much the boys deafening complaints.

The two of them grabbed the luggage out of the trunk of the Eclipse, while back at the Mercedes Eiri continued to glare fiercely at one smiling Tohma Seguchi as he unbuckled his seatbelt and got ready for a very painful journey up to the fourth floor.

 

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“Tatsuha! I want to goo~oo!” Ryu yelled in a sing-songy voice as he skipped around near the front door, swinging Kumagoro in his arms.

 

“Hold on! Just a second!” Tatsuha called playfully from the bedroom where he was hurriedly putting on his socks.

 

“But I wanna' go noo~oow!” Ryu cried back as he started to pout. He hated it when he couldn't get what he wanted.

There was no reply from the young monk, when all of a sudden he came running down the hallway, red winter jacket in hand.

 

“See! I'm here so we can go now okay?” The dark haired teen panted as he shoved his feet into his boots and opened the door.

 

Ryu smiled and leaned in to give Tatsuha a quick peck on the cheek before hopping out the front door like a bunny rabbit.

 

Tatsuha put a hand to his cheek where Ryu had kissed him, smiling as he followed his lover out into the hallway. He stopped momentarily to push the `lock' button on the keypad next to the door handle, but was soon chasing after his wayward little bunny as he and his pink companion ran down the hallway giggling madly at the prospect of “winning the race”.

 

“What's the matter Tatsuha?” Ryu called over his shoulder, “Can't keep up with little ol' me?”

 

The nineteen year old grinned deviously as he took on a more foxy persona and started to “stalk” the little bunny he was after. He jogged up silently behind his lover and suddenly whispered, “So, you think a cute little bunny like you can out-run a big scary fox like me do you?” as he snuck up on Ryuichi with a mock ambush from behind.

 

The brown haired man in his arms started to wail and scream, claiming that he was being eaten as Tatsuha wrapped him up in his “hungry jaws.”

 

“So? Are you going to be more careful about what you say next time, my little bunny rabbit?”

He tapped Ryu's nose gently as he spoke, causing the man to smile broadly and stare at him in a cute, innocent kind of way from behind his sunglasses [1].

 

The singer nodded vigorously in compliance to Tatsuha's question.

“Oh, I'll be reeeeaaally careful next time,” He said childishly as he leaned up against his lover's chest, “I wouldn't want you to eat me again!”

 

The young monk smiled lecherously as he thought of how he could turn that statement into something dirty. Apparently, he wasn't the only one thinking it either because right after he was finished talking, Ryu leaned up and whispered, “I'll be good…unless I want you to eat me” into Tatsuha's ear.

The singer gave the boy's ear a swipe upwards with his tongue before untangling himself from his arms and walking sultrily down the hallway to the elevators, swinging his hips and taking long sweeping strides to give Tatsuha a perfect view of his assets.

When he reached the bank of elevator doors, Ryu struck a wide spread stance, his back remaining towards the hallway. He placed a hand on his hip and he glanced back over his shoulder at Tatsuha, who was still standing in place, mouth hanging open.

 

Ryu reached up, pulled his iridescent orange sunglasses down the bridge of his nose and gave Tatsuha a wanton look.

“Coming?” He asked suggestively, a shamefully provocative smile adorning his glossy lips.

 

Shaking himself out of his trance, the young Uesugi ran down the rest of the hallway and sidled up beside his lover. As Ryu leaned over to push the `Down' button Tatsuha leaned in close to him, breathing in Ryu's wonderfully fresh scent as he quietly whispered, “Not yet I`m not.”

 

The singer turned to look at the young man beside him and smiled. He really was glad that Shuichi had introduced him to Tatsuha. The boy was so easy too talk to and was a lot of fun to be with. The sex wasn't anything to scoff at either, but to Ryu that was only a minor piece of the puzzle.

Sex was all he ever got from every other person he had been with, regardless of how long they had been with each other. All his former lovers just assumed that sex was all he wanted, and almost all of them were happy to oblige, but that wasn't what Ryu truly looked for in a partner.

The singer wanted someone he could talk to, someone he could actually have fun getting lost with and most of all, somebody who didn't see him as Sakuma Ryuichi-san, but just plain Ryu. No bells or whistles attached. And Ryu was happy because he just knew that Tatsuha was all those things and more. He had finally found someone who could fuel his passion and yet still return his love. He had found a new best friend and the singer was determined to do whatever it took to keep him at his side. Always.

 

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After making the seemingly endless journey to the fourth floor, The crew managed to get Eiri inside his apartment. Almost as soon as Mika was inside, Eiri gave her a nod and she set to emptying both suitcases and separating their contents into piles, much to Shuichi's mortification.

The long haired women rolled her eyes when she started to sift through the more colorful clothing that she was certain belonged to her brother's young lover and started to pull out smaller pairs of underwear then she was used to wearing.

 

“Ummm, Mika-san…I can, you know, take care of those after you leave.”

While the singer was in no way ashamed of his formidably skimpy underwear, He did have a problem with his Fiancé's sister looking at them. Mika Seguchi was just not one of those people that you willing showed your thongs to if you could at all help it.

 

“Mhmm and have you attempt to operate the washer and dryer? Right,” She scoffed as she continued sorting, “ I've heard some pretty scary horror stories from Eiri about you washing clothes and I'm sure my brother would appreciate it right now if you didn't turn all his clothes pink. He`s not exactly in the best condition for shopping.”

 

Shuichi blushed a deep red and tried to ignore the comment that was made about his skill with the washing machine, or lack thereof and instead busied himself with putting his coat away in the hall closet.

 

While Mika was putting clothes in the washing machine, Tohma was busy helping Eiri get into bed, which is where Shuichi insisted he go after making a short stop at the bathroom first.

The author hated to admit it, but he really was tired, irritated and sore and he was in fact slightly relieved that his lover had insisted he be put in bed. Aside from agreeing with Shuichi for once, Yuki hated the way they were all fussing over him as if he were something other then the twenty seven year old man that he was. It was all rather degrading, especially since Shuichi kept saying “Put him to bed”, like you would say to someone with a screaming two year old in their arms, and yet at the same time, it bordered on the edge of almost being somewhat… nice.

 

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After a two hour cat nap, Yuki was wide awake and pumped full of pain killers. If he was going to be doing nothing anyway, he would rather do it on the living room couch where he was at least within relatively short crutching distance of all the houses amenities.

 

As soon as he was awake, Shuichi was right by his side, asking him if he wanted or needed anything.

“How about some juice?” The kid asked nervously as he sat down at the foot of the bed.

 

“No,” Eiri stated coldly, “I`m fine.”

 

“Uh…do you want a beer or…wait no you can't have it because you're on medicine…um how about water?”

 

“No” Eiri growled, his patience wearing thin.

 

“Well, are you hungry at all or…um--”

 

“No!” The author snapped as he removed the blanket from his body and adjusted himself in order to get up, “ I told you I'm fine! Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go sit in the living room.”

 

“I don't think so Yuki,” The pink haired singer said as he waved goodbye to Mika and Tohma, who poked their heads into the room to say they were finally going home. Mika informed the exasperated singer that there were detailed instructions on how to use the washer and dryer sitting on the kitchen table, as well as a list of which color and patterns went in what piles and what temperature of water each one required.

 

Eiri ignored his sister and brother-in-law's departing waves and wishes for good luck and opted to continue ranting.

“If I want to go and sit in the fucking living room then I'm going to whether you like it or not you stupid punk! It's my house and I`ll do as I please!”

 

“Thank you Mika-san! Good bye!” Shu called and waved before returning his attention to his lover, “ And I don't care if it's your house! I'm the one taking care of you and making sure you get better and you're going to stay in this bed until I say you can get out of it! I don't want you to hurt yourself any more then you already have!”

 

Eiri glared viciously at his small lover, who stood at the end of the bed, just out of the authors reach.

 

“Shuichi,” Yuki said in a deep, low, threatening voice, “ There is nothing you can do that will keep me from getting out of this bed and going into the living room to watch television. So I suggest that you stay out of my fucking way you snot nosed little punk.”

 

The pink haired singer narrowed his eyes and tried hard not to look intimidated by what his lover had just said, though it was a bit difficult for him to do. He wasn't used to standing up to Yuki like this, but he knew that if someone were trying to hurt his partner then he would surely have enough courage to kick some serious ass. The way Shuichi saw it, Eiri was only tempting fate by getting out of bed and just asking to hurt himself. This was no different then some nameless faceless somebody on the street trying to do the same thing. The singer stood his ground, arms crossed firmly and his eyes locked onto Eiri's.

 

“True, I can't stop you from getting out of bed and going out there, but how are you going to move,” the boy said as he dashed to the side of the bed and picked up Eiri's crutches, “ If you don't' have any crutches?”

 

Shuichi hooked the long wooden instruments under his arm and ran from the room, a broad smile on his face because he knew that he had just won.

“And that's one point for,” He paused for dramatic effect and struck a victory pose, “The bitch!”

 

Yuki could only stare after his fiancé as he realized for the first time since he had fallen that he was completely at the stupid brats mercy.

This angered him a great deal and he felt like he had just been knocked down a few pegs on the bitch scale.

 

“God help that little shit if he comes anywhere near throwing distance…of --uh…” As he declared his proclamation out loud, the author looked around for stuff he could easily lob the entire distance of the room, but saw nothing except for his pill bottles and he wouldn't throw those if his life depended on it. His open threat remained just that and with a defeated sigh, Eiri laid back down in bed and just stared at the ceiling tiles in much the same way he had at the hospital.

 

With a groan and a sigh, he closed his eyes.

`This is going to be a very…very long three months.'

 

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Sorry it was so late guys!

[1] Ryu's glasses [ http://mynissanparts.com/images/product/icon/643.gif ]