Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Could You Love Another ❯ Could You Love Another ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
“What?”
It was a familiar scene. Amber eyes glared passively into violet ones brimming with unshed tears. While the scene itself was familiar, the tension in the room was thicker than it had ever been; signaling a severe change in atmosphere as opposed to the usual setting. Finally the owner of the cold stare spoke, “You heard me, Shindou. Get out of my sight.”
The other looked as if he’d just been violently slapped, “Please…don’t,” he pleaded, “Yuki, please—“
“Oh shut up, will you?” the writer’s voice held an air of annoyance. His glare turned to a look of disdain as a broken sob filled the following silence and Shuichi’s knees buckled, leaving him a quivering mass on the floor. “Tsk…pathetic,” and with that, Yuki turned and began to walk away. Halfway to his office he paused, “You will be gone when I come back out here, and this time…” he turned an icy gaze onto the shaking vocalist, “…you won’t come back. I don’t want to see your face anywhere near here, or so help me I’ll make you regret ever knowing me.”
It was deathly quiet once again; a change had come over the pop star. Shuichi, with tears still flowing, stood slowly, but unwaveringly, and turned toward the door. “I already do.” His answering remark was so soft; the author barely caught it. Those last words twisted something in him, affecting him more than he would ever like to admit. The front door clicked shut; the small noise seeming to echo through the entire apartment. Yuki was forced to shudder at the finality of that sound, as well as the empty silence that followed. He rolled his shoulders, in a weak attempt to brush the last half hour off, and sighed as his neck popped.
“Hn, that’s that then. Good riddance.” Yet despite his attempt at nonchalance, the blond couldn’t ignore the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach.
It was over.
He had ended it.
So why did he suddenly feel like restarting it?
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Hello all. Welcome to my first posted fanfic. Sorry bout the short intro but this is just sort of a prologue filler, if you will. Never fear though, chapter one will be up shortly. ^_^ You can drop me a review and lemme know what ya thought if ya like, but be assured I will never beg for reviews or hold chapters ransom for them. I find it immature and just plain annoying. Constructive critique is also greatly appreciated. I’m quite hard to offend and am open to any suggestions on improving my writing. Flames however, will be completely ignored as they really have no purpose anyhow.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy what I have so far. Until next time, ja ne!
~C.d.L.~
It was a familiar scene. Amber eyes glared passively into violet ones brimming with unshed tears. While the scene itself was familiar, the tension in the room was thicker than it had ever been; signaling a severe change in atmosphere as opposed to the usual setting. Finally the owner of the cold stare spoke, “You heard me, Shindou. Get out of my sight.”
The other looked as if he’d just been violently slapped, “Please…don’t,” he pleaded, “Yuki, please—“
“Oh shut up, will you?” the writer’s voice held an air of annoyance. His glare turned to a look of disdain as a broken sob filled the following silence and Shuichi’s knees buckled, leaving him a quivering mass on the floor. “Tsk…pathetic,” and with that, Yuki turned and began to walk away. Halfway to his office he paused, “You will be gone when I come back out here, and this time…” he turned an icy gaze onto the shaking vocalist, “…you won’t come back. I don’t want to see your face anywhere near here, or so help me I’ll make you regret ever knowing me.”
It was deathly quiet once again; a change had come over the pop star. Shuichi, with tears still flowing, stood slowly, but unwaveringly, and turned toward the door. “I already do.” His answering remark was so soft; the author barely caught it. Those last words twisted something in him, affecting him more than he would ever like to admit. The front door clicked shut; the small noise seeming to echo through the entire apartment. Yuki was forced to shudder at the finality of that sound, as well as the empty silence that followed. He rolled his shoulders, in a weak attempt to brush the last half hour off, and sighed as his neck popped.
“Hn, that’s that then. Good riddance.” Yet despite his attempt at nonchalance, the blond couldn’t ignore the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach.
It was over.
He had ended it.
So why did he suddenly feel like restarting it?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hello all. Welcome to my first posted fanfic. Sorry bout the short intro but this is just sort of a prologue filler, if you will. Never fear though, chapter one will be up shortly. ^_^ You can drop me a review and lemme know what ya thought if ya like, but be assured I will never beg for reviews or hold chapters ransom for them. I find it immature and just plain annoying. Constructive critique is also greatly appreciated. I’m quite hard to offend and am open to any suggestions on improving my writing. Flames however, will be completely ignored as they really have no purpose anyhow.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy what I have so far. Until next time, ja ne!
~C.d.L.~