Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Flight Fears and Tour Troubles ❯ Trouble Brews ( Chapter 4 )

Flight Fears and Tour Troubles

Chapter 4

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation! I'm not making ANY money off this!!!

 

Author's Note: Sorry this chapter has taken so long... I've been busy with school, writing for other fandoms, and working on a novel. Unfortunately, I think I'm so rusty with Gravi fanfic at this point that this is one of my worst chapters ever. Let me know what you guys think, ok? Hopefully I'll get chapter 5 up soon, too.

 

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The first concert was incredible. Shuichi was his normal, energetic self, and the crowd adored him. He was surprised at the number of Americans that knew Bad Luck's music. He suspected Tohma had something to do with that.

 

The show was wild. Several fans actually attempted to climb up onto the stage, only to be pulled away by the security guards lining the floor. Hiro played like a man possessed, and even Suguru completely lost himself in the music.

 

The crowd howled for a good twenty minutes after the lights had risen and Bad Luck had left the stage. Energy had flowed from every pore of Shu's body, and he had launched himself into Yuki's arms as soon as he was clear of the stage.

 

The blond had ravished him thoroughly once they were back in their hotel room, hardly keeping his hands to himself between the venue and the door to their room. Both were beyond turned on by the performance - Shu from the sheer pleasure of singing in front of such a crowd; Yuki from watching his little lover dance around in the scraps of cloth he called a stage outfit.

 

The next three concerts went similarly, the only difference being the towns and venues, and the hotels they arrived at afterward.

 

The fifth concert began like all the others. Shu ran out on stage, screaming into the microphone in broken English about how happy he was to be there, and how exciting he was to see so many fans.

 

However, about half way through the show, Shu made his way over to Hiro, as usual, and began dancing around the guitarist. When he went to step away and head back to center stage, his toe caught on an imperfection in the stage's surface, and he tumbled to the ground.

 

He stood up quickly, and continued the song, his adrenaline rush pushing aside all discomfort and embarrassment. The show ended soon afterward. K cut it short after noticing the singer was moving a bit slower than usual.

 

“That's all, guys!” Shu cried after their last song. “We hope to come back soon! Have a great night!” With that, Hiro unplugged his guitar and Suguru stepped out from behind his keyboards, and the three headed off stage.

 

As soon as he was clear of the public eye, Shuichi was accosted by K, who forced him into a chair backstage, and knelt in front of him.

 

“Shoe off,” he commanded.

 

“Aw, K! I'm fine!” Shu whined.

 

“No questions, no protests,” K replied evenly, his pistol appearing out of nowhere. Shu sighed, and wrenched roughly on his shoe. Unexpectedly, pain shot through his ankle, and he gasped, releasing his still-booted foot.

 

K noticed Shu wince as aftershocks tingled through the boy's leg, and he raised an eyebrow. Leaning forward, K gently extricated the article from the singer's foot, followed soon by his sock.

 

“Dammit,” K muttered in English, his fingers dancing over the boy's ankle.

 

Shuichi winced, glancing over at Yuki, who was leaning against the wall behind K, arms crossed over his chest.

 

“Don't move,” K ordered, placing Shu's foot gently on the ground and standing. He turned, walking stiffly toward the medic station.

 

Shu pouted, holding his hand out to Yuki.

 

“Baka,” the writer muttered. However, he complied, walking to his little lover and taking his hand. Without warning, he slid his arms under the singer and lifted him, sitting down on the chair before settling Shu on his lap. The boy looked up at him, wide-eyed.

 

“What did you do, idiot?” Yuki said. It was a rhetorical question, and Shu knew better than to answer. Instead, he simply slumped down in Yuki's lap, laying his head against the writer's shoulder. Unconsciously, Yuki wrapped his arms around Shuichi's lithe body, preventing him from sliding to the floor.

 

K returned a moment later, glaring at the two. He placed a bag of ice on Shuichi's slowly swelling ankle and wrapped an elastic bandage around it to hold it in place.

 

“How's it feel?” K asked, annoyance tinging his voice.

 

“Cold,” Shu moaned.

 

“Shuichi,” K warned.

 

Shu huffed. “It feels okay. A little painful, I guess.”

 

K nodded. “Well, come tomorrow morning when the adrenaline is all out of your system, you're going to be hurting.” K touched the expanse of calf just above Shu's ice pack, and Shuichi flinched. “You're going to have to stay off it for a few days, at least,” he said.

 

Shu made a face, obviously unhappy with the situation. “What about the concerts scheduled for the next few days? We can't just cancel!”

 

“We may have to,” K replied.

 

“But-”

 

“Don't start, Shuichi-kun.,” K interrupted. “We'll deal with it; you heal.” K's tone left no room for argument, though Shu was sorely tempted to try. Instead, he slumped against his lover, lacing his fingers through Yuki's.

 

“This sucks,” he grumbled. Yuki remained silent. Shu raised his head to look into the blond's eyes. “Can we go back now?” he asked dejectedly.

 

Yuki nodded. “Can you walk?” he asked.

 

“I think so,” Shu said, beginning to slide off his lover's lap. He put his good foot on the floor, and took a tentative step forward, placing pressure on his damaged ankle. With a sharp cry, his leg crumpled beneath him, and Yuki caught him.

 

“Baka,” he growled, hoisting the boy up onto his back. “The ice touches me, I drop you,” he warned, before walking off towards Bad Luck's bus.

 

K gathered Shuichi's shoe and sock, and followed them, pleased to find the band's equipment already stored beneath the bus. He grinned smugly as he watched Yuki Eiri, great romance novelist and cold-hearted bastard, carry his injured lover up the bus's steps. Through the window, he watched the blond place Shu into the seat by the window and sit next to him, pulling both of the singer's feet into his lap.

 

“Yuki-san,” he said in amusement, “what would Tohma say if he saw you now?”

 

He chuckled quietly to himself, before boarding the bus and preparing for the short ride back to their hotel.

 

* TBC *

 

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