Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Forever Gone, Forever You (revised) ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Crimsonreverse 
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.23.2006 | Updated On: 06.23.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 384 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.23.2006 | Updated On: 06.23.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 384 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own any Gravitation characters, but I do own my own. So if you don't like it, tough luck and move on.
Author's Note: It's me again, but this time I've revised my original Forever Gone, Forever You. I had an inspiration and now I need to put it to better work. Trust me, this new and improve version is much better than the original one. Secretly, it made me so confused, it wasn't even funny. So I hope you like this version a lot better. So read and review . . .
"There is no such thing as romance, love is all a lie and lust will always over power the human mind and soul. That's how I feel, and my mind will never change."
Shuichi Shindou, Leader of Bad Luck
This isn't one of those typical love stories where I start out with me crying and Yuki calling me an idiot numbers of times. He forgives me and in the end we end up having another night of passionate sex under the blankets of moonlight. Then it all starts from the beginning as I proclaim my love for him and he just grunts and move on as if I don't exist. That not how my story begins and it definitely won't end that way either. The beginning isn't always right and the end will never be happy. This is my story, my life, and my change. To begin, I'm not the same Shuichi Shindou everyone come to love for many years. When reality finally hits you in the face, you start to realize that life isn't always peachy keen and happy. There are things that are so horrible, you wish to end your life before you experience it. That's how I felt, when I watched Yuki walk out of my life. He didn't have any regret, any remorse. He just looked at me, eyes so cold that it sends shivers of pain and fear down my spine. To make it easier, let me begin the story . . .
"What the hell are you looking at?" Yuki asked in a low annoyance growl, as he took another set of clothes and placed it within his luggage. He refuses to look at the man standing by the door, who arms were crossed against his chest and violet eyes widen, glossy.
Shuichi reminds silently as he leaned his whole body against the panel. He didn't know what to do right now; he didn't know how to react. He was tired of crying, he did that enough . . . for the both of them. Licking his dry lips, he had to say something, at least as a question. "Where are you going, another trip to New York to see . . . her?" he asked him a question now, not even answering his. He knew what's been going on, but he continues to not say anything. Enough was enough, he thought, watching his lover stop packing and turned to him, with angry eyes.
Yuki didn't know what to say, he knew Shuichi wasn't stupid, he could see things others would take their time figure it out. Bring his hand to his newly dyed hair, he ran his fingers through the locks, shaking his head. "Don't tell me you're jealous? What's the matter, because I've found a new toy to play with, you suddenly feel left out?"
Violet eyes harden by that remark, he felt his heart ache every moment he continued to stand there. "Why be jealous of some tramp? It's not like she's missing anything anyway. You're not that great as you put it."
And all was silent and the tension started to rise. Yuki grinned, knowing how the singer enjoyed him in every way possible. Stepping away from his packing, he started to move toward Shuichi, slowly. Remaining where he was, Shuichi wasn't going to back down from the now light brown haired man. He wasn't afraid of him, no matter how many times he was abused by him. He was used to it, he wasn't going to whimper and beg for him to stop with every hit or punch. Straighten up his body, he dropped his arms off his chest and stared at golden eyes. He waited, he wanted to see if the man was daring enough to hit him. Yuki came close to Shuichi as he looked down at him. Reaching for him, his hand gripped his arm, tightened his hand around it. Literally squeezing his arm hard, Shuichi felt pain surges through his body, but he wasn't going to back down. Wincing silently, his body started to tremble from the pressure. He wasn't going to back down, no matter what Yuki does to him.
"What's the matter, Shu-chan? Can't take the pressure anymore? Are you going to cry like you always do?" Yuki taunted him, squeezing his arm even tight.
Gasping in pain, he leaned down a little. This isn't pain, this wasn't pain. He kept repeating it over and over as he looked at him, with hatred. His pain filled eyes told everything, betraying everything he tired to cover up. "I'm not going to cry anymore, not for the likes of you! You're not worth shedding a tear for any more . . . bastard!" he hissed lowly as he could feel the vice grip crushing his arm. At this rate, Yuki would break his arm again, he could feel it.
His brow furrowed as he used his other hand and slapped Shuichi hard in the face. The impacted echoed as Shuichi head was turned, pink hair covered his face as Yuki let go of his arm, pushing him down to the floor. Shuichi hit it hard, but didn't do or say anything. "Get the fuck away from me. You make me sick!"
Shuichi eyes slowly closed as he brought up trembling fingers, touching his lip. Feeling something warm trail down, he knew he was bleeding. Slowly, he got up, gripping the door panel for support. Back on his feet, he reopened his eyes, they slowly started to mist with tears, but he refused to let them fall. Sighing deeply, he couldn't do anything once against he let his mind take over. Turning his face to him, his cheek and his mouth started to bruise as spoke. "I don't care anymore . . . you will never break me! You may think that the things you do are going to bring me down, but I'm not weak anymore! I promise you that!" I shouted at him as he stopped and turned to me, eyes colder than normal.
He face had a hint of mockery as he shook his head, letting out a wicked chuckle. "Really, you say I won't break you! You were always a horrible liar Shuichi. Look at you, you're trembling with fear and you're crying again! You talk tough, but once again you return back to your normal stage . . . a crybaby. You fear me more than you think and trust me that fear will always keep you from finding what you want most."
"I'm not afraid of you! I don't care what you say, I don't care!" he shouted once again, turning away. Feeling the tears of betrayal and lie roll down his cheek, he knew he couldn't be strong. It was all a lie, and he proved it by breaking down.
Author's Note: It's me again, but this time I've revised my original Forever Gone, Forever You. I had an inspiration and now I need to put it to better work. Trust me, this new and improve version is much better than the original one. Secretly, it made me so confused, it wasn't even funny. So I hope you like this version a lot better. So read and review . . .
"There is no such thing as romance, love is all a lie and lust will always over power the human mind and soul. That's how I feel, and my mind will never change."
Shuichi Shindou, Leader of Bad Luck
This isn't one of those typical love stories where I start out with me crying and Yuki calling me an idiot numbers of times. He forgives me and in the end we end up having another night of passionate sex under the blankets of moonlight. Then it all starts from the beginning as I proclaim my love for him and he just grunts and move on as if I don't exist. That not how my story begins and it definitely won't end that way either. The beginning isn't always right and the end will never be happy. This is my story, my life, and my change. To begin, I'm not the same Shuichi Shindou everyone come to love for many years. When reality finally hits you in the face, you start to realize that life isn't always peachy keen and happy. There are things that are so horrible, you wish to end your life before you experience it. That's how I felt, when I watched Yuki walk out of my life. He didn't have any regret, any remorse. He just looked at me, eyes so cold that it sends shivers of pain and fear down my spine. To make it easier, let me begin the story . . .
"What the hell are you looking at?" Yuki asked in a low annoyance growl, as he took another set of clothes and placed it within his luggage. He refuses to look at the man standing by the door, who arms were crossed against his chest and violet eyes widen, glossy.
Shuichi reminds silently as he leaned his whole body against the panel. He didn't know what to do right now; he didn't know how to react. He was tired of crying, he did that enough . . . for the both of them. Licking his dry lips, he had to say something, at least as a question. "Where are you going, another trip to New York to see . . . her?" he asked him a question now, not even answering his. He knew what's been going on, but he continues to not say anything. Enough was enough, he thought, watching his lover stop packing and turned to him, with angry eyes.
Yuki didn't know what to say, he knew Shuichi wasn't stupid, he could see things others would take their time figure it out. Bring his hand to his newly dyed hair, he ran his fingers through the locks, shaking his head. "Don't tell me you're jealous? What's the matter, because I've found a new toy to play with, you suddenly feel left out?"
Violet eyes harden by that remark, he felt his heart ache every moment he continued to stand there. "Why be jealous of some tramp? It's not like she's missing anything anyway. You're not that great as you put it."
And all was silent and the tension started to rise. Yuki grinned, knowing how the singer enjoyed him in every way possible. Stepping away from his packing, he started to move toward Shuichi, slowly. Remaining where he was, Shuichi wasn't going to back down from the now light brown haired man. He wasn't afraid of him, no matter how many times he was abused by him. He was used to it, he wasn't going to whimper and beg for him to stop with every hit or punch. Straighten up his body, he dropped his arms off his chest and stared at golden eyes. He waited, he wanted to see if the man was daring enough to hit him. Yuki came close to Shuichi as he looked down at him. Reaching for him, his hand gripped his arm, tightened his hand around it. Literally squeezing his arm hard, Shuichi felt pain surges through his body, but he wasn't going to back down. Wincing silently, his body started to tremble from the pressure. He wasn't going to back down, no matter what Yuki does to him.
"What's the matter, Shu-chan? Can't take the pressure anymore? Are you going to cry like you always do?" Yuki taunted him, squeezing his arm even tight.
Gasping in pain, he leaned down a little. This isn't pain, this wasn't pain. He kept repeating it over and over as he looked at him, with hatred. His pain filled eyes told everything, betraying everything he tired to cover up. "I'm not going to cry anymore, not for the likes of you! You're not worth shedding a tear for any more . . . bastard!" he hissed lowly as he could feel the vice grip crushing his arm. At this rate, Yuki would break his arm again, he could feel it.
His brow furrowed as he used his other hand and slapped Shuichi hard in the face. The impacted echoed as Shuichi head was turned, pink hair covered his face as Yuki let go of his arm, pushing him down to the floor. Shuichi hit it hard, but didn't do or say anything. "Get the fuck away from me. You make me sick!"
Shuichi eyes slowly closed as he brought up trembling fingers, touching his lip. Feeling something warm trail down, he knew he was bleeding. Slowly, he got up, gripping the door panel for support. Back on his feet, he reopened his eyes, they slowly started to mist with tears, but he refused to let them fall. Sighing deeply, he couldn't do anything once against he let his mind take over. Turning his face to him, his cheek and his mouth started to bruise as spoke. "I don't care anymore . . . you will never break me! You may think that the things you do are going to bring me down, but I'm not weak anymore! I promise you that!" I shouted at him as he stopped and turned to me, eyes colder than normal.
He face had a hint of mockery as he shook his head, letting out a wicked chuckle. "Really, you say I won't break you! You were always a horrible liar Shuichi. Look at you, you're trembling with fear and you're crying again! You talk tough, but once again you return back to your normal stage . . . a crybaby. You fear me more than you think and trust me that fear will always keep you from finding what you want most."
"I'm not afraid of you! I don't care what you say, I don't care!" he shouted once again, turning away. Feeling the tears of betrayal and lie roll down his cheek, he knew he couldn't be strong. It was all a lie, and he proved it by breaking down.