Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Crossroads ❯ Searching ( Chapter 2 )
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By: shuichi77 
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.28.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 147 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.28.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 147 | Status: Work In Progress
Shuichi quickly left the tall glass building that housed their recording studio and made his way triumphantly down the sidewalk with his head held high and his determination on full blast. As he walked briskly down the streets, his feet guided him on a path without him even having to think about it; he had walked these streets more times than he could even count. His fast paced auto pilot made his walk take only ten minutes. His feet then stopped all on their own in front of that very familiar house that he used to call home. Once he stopped his brain finally took over upon seeing two unfamiliar cars parked in the driveway; the sight made him smack himself in the forehead as he exclaimed out loud.
“Gah! I’m such an idiot! I know that he moved….why did I come here?” He then let out a long sigh as his upbeat attitude began to steadily decline.
He then stood there in front of that house for a few minutes, taking a good long look at it while so many memories came flooding back to him. He remembered every single thing that had happened there: the first time that the arrogant blonde kissed him, the day that he arrived on Yuki’s doorstep with all his bags ready to move in, all the times that he fell asleep on the floor outside of Yuki’s study…and the day that he woke up to find the entire house completely bare, with Yuki nowhere to be found; that was the last time he ever seen that house or the tall blonde. The pink haired boy was then quickly snapped out of his daze as he saw someone exit the house, that he was now staring blankly at, and he bolted away hoping not be seen. He ran all the way down the residential street and didn’t stop until he rounded the nearest corner. After he was sure he was far out of sight, he bent over and put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. It took him a few minutes to gather himself and get back to thinking clearly. He then stood up straight from his crouched position and returned to a determined attitude, although a now slightly diminished one.
“I guess I’ll have to do this the hard way.” With that, Shuichi then started walking, at a normal pace now, to the nearest convenience store.
He soon arrived at a small shop just outside of the residential area. He made his way to the public phone located just outside the store and picked up the phone book that was chained to its base. He quickly began scanning the pages at the very back of the book under the letter “Y”. As he had thought, the name stuck out on the page that he had now flipped to, “Yuki, Erie”. He then placed a finger on the name and dragged it across the page to point to the address opposite it; he was relieved to see that it was an address he didn’t recognize so he knew that this had to be his new one. He picked up the pen that was attached the phone booth as well and scrawled the address onto the palm of his hand. After double checking to make sure he had written it down correctly, the pink haired boy quickly abandoned the phone booth and headed to his destination. As he walked he found himself staring into his palm repeatedly, finding its location to be rather odd. Never the less, he continued to walk down the streets that were now beginning to crowd with people as the sun began to set and all the bars and nightclubs began to open their doors. After another ten minutes or so, Shuichi finally made it out of the city center and was now walking down much quieter suburban streets. It was then only another five minutes until he was coming up on the address written on his hand; in fact he was only three houses away from his destination now. He stopped for a moment however, to fully take in the oddity that had puzzled him when he first wrote down Yuki’s new address. He was now standing, three houses down from where the author lived, looking at his parent’s home in which he lived up until he moved in with Ryuichi. He was still rather puzzled by the whole scenario; he wondered if Yuki had moved three houses down from his old home on pure coincidence…or if he had done it on purpose. After gazing at his childhood home for a moment, Shuichi finally took in a deep breath and continued walking down the street until he arrived in front of a large rather plain looking two story home that matched the address on his palm. Shuichi stopped again in front of this home this time and saw the same familiar black BMW parked in the driveway. The singer was now certain that the man was home so he took a moment to prepare mentally and put together his thoughts so that he could face the blonde with confidence. As soon as he was fully prepared he walked up the long driveway up to the front door and rang the doorbell with a slightly shaky hand.
*Ding*
Shuichi waited on the doorstep with his head held high and his back straight trying to keep up his determination. He stood there like that for a minute or two and after no reply he swallowed hard and rang the bell again.
*Ding*
This time he could hear someone rustling through the house and could barely make out a few obscenities being muttered. It then took only a few seconds before the door flung open to reveal the tall blonde standing there with a lit cigarette in his mouth and his hands pressed against his eyes in frustration, blocking his sight.
“What?!” The blonde’s tone was extremely annoyed and he still hands his hand blocking his sight, rubbing his eyes firmly in aggravation.
“Umm…” As soon as the pink haired boy opened his mouth and uttered that one syllable, the blonde’s eyes quickly shot open and he gained a shocked expression; this was the most expression Shuichi had ever actually seen from him in all the years they had known each other. It jaw even fell a slightly, just enough to let the cigarette fall from his lips and onto the ground.
“S-Shuichi….?” The singer then remembered why he had come and did his best to put on a brave face.
“Hey Yuki….I came to tel-“ The boy’s words were quickly cut off by the sensation of being forcefully yanked by his arm through the door way and into the house. The force of being pulled inside almost knocked Shuichi off his feet but he was able to gain his balance and could see the blonde quickly slam the door shut. Shuichi was now beginning to panic slightly; he always knew that being on Yuki’s bad side, as he often was, could be a very bad thing. After Yuki slammed the door, he took a large step toward Shuichi and the boy quickly backed up into the wall behind him in response. Yuki was completely silent as he came closer and closer to Shuichi which was never a good sign and caused Shuichi to start visibly shaking.
“Y-Yuki I-“
That was all Shuichi could get out before the blonde had him shoved firmly against the wall with his lips pressed tightly against his own. Shuichi’s eyes grew wide in shock; this was not at all what he was expecting and definitely did not prepare for it. None the less, before he even knew it his whole body began melting into those strong arms and he could feel his face flush and eye lids begin to grow heavy. Shuichi could no longer try to fight off the warmth that was rekindling inside him and he desperately threw his slender arms around the taller man’s neck and stood up onto the balls of his feet to more level with him and eagerly returned his kiss, deepening it. As their tongues swirled and danced together, so many memories of their time together rushed back into Shuichi’s thoughts; the feeling was so over whelming that he couldn’t help but moan softly into the blonde’s mouth. This subtle sound earned Shuichi more than he bargained for as he was then quickly pulled from the wall and down onto the hard wood floor, with the blonde pressing down firmly on his entire body, their lips never parting for a second. Once on the floor, Yuki stealthily moved one of his hands to climb up underneath the singer shirt; his hands moved as if it had never forgotten every inch of that small slender frame. Shuichi’s face was now bright red and felt like it was on fire and he had a million thoughts all running through his head; it felt as though his head might burst at any moment. Yuki’s nimble hand then made its way to clamp down onto one of the boy’s pert perfect nipples. This became far too much for Shuichi’s already sensitive mind and body to handle, so he summoned all of his strength and shoved the blonde off of him. He quickly stammered to his feet, swung open the door and ran as fast as he could out of that house with his eyes full of tears. As he ran, he felt as though the entire world slowed down around him and he could see each and every one of his tear drops hitting the pavement as he ran; and in each of them reflected a memory of Yuki.
It happened so fast that Yuki had no time to react to stop Shuichi, so all he could was sit there on the floor with an outstretched hand and watch as the boy ran off into the distance. The blonde then lay his head down firmly in his hands and, though he would never admit it, a few small tears began to roll down his cheeks.
“Damn it….”
“Gah! I’m such an idiot! I know that he moved….why did I come here?” He then let out a long sigh as his upbeat attitude began to steadily decline.
He then stood there in front of that house for a few minutes, taking a good long look at it while so many memories came flooding back to him. He remembered every single thing that had happened there: the first time that the arrogant blonde kissed him, the day that he arrived on Yuki’s doorstep with all his bags ready to move in, all the times that he fell asleep on the floor outside of Yuki’s study…and the day that he woke up to find the entire house completely bare, with Yuki nowhere to be found; that was the last time he ever seen that house or the tall blonde. The pink haired boy was then quickly snapped out of his daze as he saw someone exit the house, that he was now staring blankly at, and he bolted away hoping not be seen. He ran all the way down the residential street and didn’t stop until he rounded the nearest corner. After he was sure he was far out of sight, he bent over and put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. It took him a few minutes to gather himself and get back to thinking clearly. He then stood up straight from his crouched position and returned to a determined attitude, although a now slightly diminished one.
“I guess I’ll have to do this the hard way.” With that, Shuichi then started walking, at a normal pace now, to the nearest convenience store.
He soon arrived at a small shop just outside of the residential area. He made his way to the public phone located just outside the store and picked up the phone book that was chained to its base. He quickly began scanning the pages at the very back of the book under the letter “Y”. As he had thought, the name stuck out on the page that he had now flipped to, “Yuki, Erie”. He then placed a finger on the name and dragged it across the page to point to the address opposite it; he was relieved to see that it was an address he didn’t recognize so he knew that this had to be his new one. He picked up the pen that was attached the phone booth as well and scrawled the address onto the palm of his hand. After double checking to make sure he had written it down correctly, the pink haired boy quickly abandoned the phone booth and headed to his destination. As he walked he found himself staring into his palm repeatedly, finding its location to be rather odd. Never the less, he continued to walk down the streets that were now beginning to crowd with people as the sun began to set and all the bars and nightclubs began to open their doors. After another ten minutes or so, Shuichi finally made it out of the city center and was now walking down much quieter suburban streets. It was then only another five minutes until he was coming up on the address written on his hand; in fact he was only three houses away from his destination now. He stopped for a moment however, to fully take in the oddity that had puzzled him when he first wrote down Yuki’s new address. He was now standing, three houses down from where the author lived, looking at his parent’s home in which he lived up until he moved in with Ryuichi. He was still rather puzzled by the whole scenario; he wondered if Yuki had moved three houses down from his old home on pure coincidence…or if he had done it on purpose. After gazing at his childhood home for a moment, Shuichi finally took in a deep breath and continued walking down the street until he arrived in front of a large rather plain looking two story home that matched the address on his palm. Shuichi stopped again in front of this home this time and saw the same familiar black BMW parked in the driveway. The singer was now certain that the man was home so he took a moment to prepare mentally and put together his thoughts so that he could face the blonde with confidence. As soon as he was fully prepared he walked up the long driveway up to the front door and rang the doorbell with a slightly shaky hand.
*Ding*
Shuichi waited on the doorstep with his head held high and his back straight trying to keep up his determination. He stood there like that for a minute or two and after no reply he swallowed hard and rang the bell again.
*Ding*
This time he could hear someone rustling through the house and could barely make out a few obscenities being muttered. It then took only a few seconds before the door flung open to reveal the tall blonde standing there with a lit cigarette in his mouth and his hands pressed against his eyes in frustration, blocking his sight.
“What?!” The blonde’s tone was extremely annoyed and he still hands his hand blocking his sight, rubbing his eyes firmly in aggravation.
“Umm…” As soon as the pink haired boy opened his mouth and uttered that one syllable, the blonde’s eyes quickly shot open and he gained a shocked expression; this was the most expression Shuichi had ever actually seen from him in all the years they had known each other. It jaw even fell a slightly, just enough to let the cigarette fall from his lips and onto the ground.
“S-Shuichi….?” The singer then remembered why he had come and did his best to put on a brave face.
“Hey Yuki….I came to tel-“ The boy’s words were quickly cut off by the sensation of being forcefully yanked by his arm through the door way and into the house. The force of being pulled inside almost knocked Shuichi off his feet but he was able to gain his balance and could see the blonde quickly slam the door shut. Shuichi was now beginning to panic slightly; he always knew that being on Yuki’s bad side, as he often was, could be a very bad thing. After Yuki slammed the door, he took a large step toward Shuichi and the boy quickly backed up into the wall behind him in response. Yuki was completely silent as he came closer and closer to Shuichi which was never a good sign and caused Shuichi to start visibly shaking.
“Y-Yuki I-“
That was all Shuichi could get out before the blonde had him shoved firmly against the wall with his lips pressed tightly against his own. Shuichi’s eyes grew wide in shock; this was not at all what he was expecting and definitely did not prepare for it. None the less, before he even knew it his whole body began melting into those strong arms and he could feel his face flush and eye lids begin to grow heavy. Shuichi could no longer try to fight off the warmth that was rekindling inside him and he desperately threw his slender arms around the taller man’s neck and stood up onto the balls of his feet to more level with him and eagerly returned his kiss, deepening it. As their tongues swirled and danced together, so many memories of their time together rushed back into Shuichi’s thoughts; the feeling was so over whelming that he couldn’t help but moan softly into the blonde’s mouth. This subtle sound earned Shuichi more than he bargained for as he was then quickly pulled from the wall and down onto the hard wood floor, with the blonde pressing down firmly on his entire body, their lips never parting for a second. Once on the floor, Yuki stealthily moved one of his hands to climb up underneath the singer shirt; his hands moved as if it had never forgotten every inch of that small slender frame. Shuichi’s face was now bright red and felt like it was on fire and he had a million thoughts all running through his head; it felt as though his head might burst at any moment. Yuki’s nimble hand then made its way to clamp down onto one of the boy’s pert perfect nipples. This became far too much for Shuichi’s already sensitive mind and body to handle, so he summoned all of his strength and shoved the blonde off of him. He quickly stammered to his feet, swung open the door and ran as fast as he could out of that house with his eyes full of tears. As he ran, he felt as though the entire world slowed down around him and he could see each and every one of his tear drops hitting the pavement as he ran; and in each of them reflected a memory of Yuki.
It happened so fast that Yuki had no time to react to stop Shuichi, so all he could was sit there on the floor with an outstretched hand and watch as the boy ran off into the distance. The blonde then lay his head down firmly in his hands and, though he would never admit it, a few small tears began to roll down his cheeks.
“Damn it….”