Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ History Repeating ❯ Chap 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Gravity-Of-Love 
Tohma's POV.
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.31.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 260 | Status: Work In Progress
Tohma's POV.
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.31.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 260 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Two
Tohma (POV)
I sigh to myself as I sit in my chair in my office at NG. My mind strays to Shuichi. I know it’s been six years today that Yuki left him, which means he will go to the park, then he will head back to his place and drink himself into unconsciousness, probably picking up some young man or woman on his way.
I usually go over to sober him up, and throw out whoever he has sleeping in his bed with him. I feel more than nervous today. Eiri called me a week ago, telling me he would be returning to Japan. I have missed him, but I’ve been wondering if it’s a good idea. I know I’m going to have to tread carefully. I don’t want to cause Shuichi any more pain, or hurt.
Eiri didn’t tell me why he left Japan, and he probably won’t ever tell me why, he also enquired about Shuichi. I was silent for so long that he assumed the worst. To be truthful, I had no idea what to say, so I just lied and told Eiri he was fine. I really want to tell him about everything that has happened, but I can’t betray Shuichi’s trust in me. I didn’t tell Shuichi about Eiri’s past, and I don’t plan on telling Eiri about Shuichi’s.
Eiri actually told me he was planning on trying to win Shuichi back. It stunned me into silence, I don’t know if it’s a good idea. Shuichi has been through so much, I honestly don’t know if he can take anymore. Just like Eiri did, Shuichi has shut himself away from everything and everyone. He finds it hard to trust anyone, except me. I don’t know why he trusts me, but I know I will never let him down.
Shuichi and I have become really close these past six years, and we’ve formed a bond. I know he relies on me, and I love him, just like Eiri, in a brotherly way. I’ve become rather protective towards the younger man.
When I found him three years ago in Quinn’s apartment, naked from the waist down, blood dribbling down his legs, it was like I had gone back in time, to when I found Eiri in New York. I was shocked to see Shuichi hitting Quinn over the head. I snapped myself out of my daze and pulled Shuichi back, I watched him carefully as he fell to his knees, holding his shaky, bloody hands in front of his face.
I tried talking to him, but he was in shock. I knew Quinn was dead as I placed my fingers against his neck. His head was cracked open, spilling some of his brains out on to the carpet. I turned my back on his dead body, and took Shuichi in my arms as he started to cry.
When I had gotten him under control, I made a phone call and got everything sorted. I made Quinn’s body disappear and cleared all evidence away, so it looked like Shuichi had never been there. Then I got him out of there.
It has been a long three years since it happened, and I’ve had to watch as Shuichi turned into Eiri. A cold-hearted bastard. The only difference is that Shuichi doesn’t push me away like Eiri does. Shuichi needs me. I’m the only one he shows any feelings towards, he hugs me a lot and tells me he loves me. I know it’s not that kind of love, it’s a brotherly love.
I don’t know why I’m the only one he trusts, Shuichi has cut himself off of his friends. I know it’s because Hiro has Ayaka, and they will be married soon. I know Shuichi hates that women, and to be honest, so do I. I have no idea why I tried to get Eiri to marry her when he first started dating Shuichi.
Looking at my watch, I sigh again, a habit I seem to have picked up. Eiri should be here any
moment, and I have to go over to Shuichi’s soon. I fear that one day Shuichi will give himself alcohol poisoning.
A knock on the door has my heart in my throat. I watch as the door opens, and Eiri walks in. He still looks the same, it’s like he hasn’t aged. But I’m a little more than surprised to see him wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Eiri in casual clothes before, and he looks good.
I stand up and wonder whether hugging him would be appropriate. I guess it’s just become instinct, I always hug Shuichi. Instead I shake his hand, waving for him to take a seat.
For once I’m not sure what to say, I just smile at him.
“How have you been?” I finally ask.
“Okay, you?”
He’s still not very talkative. I sigh, great, I can’t seem to stop doing that.
“I’m fine.” I answer, though by the way he’s looking at me, he can tell I’m lying.
Before I can say anything else, the phone rings.
“Yes.” I answer, not how I usually answer, but it will have to do.
It’s Rei, the man I have follow Shuichi. I know it’s not right having Shuichi followed, but I worry about him. Apparently Shuichi went to the park earlier than usual and he’s taken a young man home with him.
“Please tell me the man wasn’t under-aged? That would be all we need, Shuichi’s name plastered in the paper for sleeping with a child.”
Shit, I can’t believe I said his name out loud. I saw Eiri jump out of the corner of my eye. Oh well, I guess I have some explaining to do.
“Thank you for calling, I’ll be heading over to his place soon. You might as well go home, Shuichi will have drunk himself into unconsciousness by now.”I put the phone down, and close my eyes for a moment, steeling myself. When I make eye contact with Eiri, he looks just how I suspected.
“What’s going on with Shuichi? When I called you said he was all right.”“I’m sorry Eiri, but I can’t tell you. I never told Shuichi about your past, if Shuichi wants to tell you his, he will. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to head to the store, then go and see Shuichi.”Eiri stands up too.
“I’m coming, I want to see him.”Truthfully I don’t think that’s a good idea, but I’m too exhausted to argue. And arguing with Eiri is futile, the man always wins.
Together we leave NG and get into his car, I feel too tired to drive. We head to the store. I have to buy groceries for Shuichi, I know the man will have an empty fridge, except for beers.
--
When we got to Shuichi’s place, I felt Eiri’s eyes on me as I opened the door with my own key. I guess I can’t blame him for being suspicious. After taking off my shoes and jacket, I step into the front room and, you guessed it, sighed.
The place was a mess, beer cans and overflowing ashtrays scattered throughout the room. The curtains were closed and it made the room look like a cave.
Walking over the windows, I open the curtains and the balcony door to get some fresh air in here. As I’m heading into the kitchen, the bedroom door opens and a short young man walks into the front room. He smiles at us, and hobbles over to his shoes. As he bends down, I see him wince, but he has a dreamy expression on his face. He stands up and heads out the front door.
Once again Eiri’s eyes are on me, but I can’t look at him. What can I say? This is what you have done to him because you left him? I can’t exactly tell him that Shuichi has turned into him, I feel apprehensive for when Eiri sees what Shuichi has become. I go into the kitchen and put the groceries away and start the coffeemaker. I then take a garbage bag and start cleaning the front room.
“Tohma, what the hell is going on?” Eiri asks me.
“Like I said, I can’t tell you. Just please, stop asking me.” I snap.
I don’t look at him. I go into Shuichi’s bedroom and wake up the drunk. He whines and tells me to ‘fuck off’. I know he doesn’t mean it, he always says it. I guess it’s just another tradition. I ignore him, and drag him out of bed. He’s already wearing pyjama pants, so I put on t-shirt on him and help him into the front room and sit him on the couch.
I watch as his eyes meet Eiri’s and I’m surprised. Shuichi doesn’t do anything. It’s like he doesn’t care. He turns his eyes to me and glares, I guess he thinks this is my doing. I just shake my head and go into the kitchen to make his coffee.
After a few moments, he calls my name. I smile as he whines. I know what he wants. Picking up the packet from the table, I pick up his mug and place it in front of him, and then hand him his cigarettes. I don’t agree with him smoking, but it’s useless to argue with him.
He smiles at me as he lights one.
“I love you Tohma.” He slurs.
“I love you too, Shuichi.” I say, patting him on the head.
I find Eiri glaring at me, which I return. Shuichi’s laughter snaps us out of our glaring competition. It’s good to see the old Shuichi back, unfortunately the only way to see him is when he is drunk.
I look at Shuichi to see his eyes shining with amusement, I just shake my head and sit down.
--
After three cups of coffee, a cold shower and two aspirin, Shuichi is more or less sober, and the change in him is always disconcerting. He’s changed back to his moody, cold-hearted bastard mode. His eyes look dead and he’s glaring at everything and anything.
He’s looked at Eiri a few times, but he hasn’t spoken a word to him. I don’t really know what to make of it, and Eiri actually looks uncomfortable.
When I feel Shuichi’s hand take mine, I squeeze his hand softly. I know he’s having trouble dealing with his emotions, I can tell by looking at his face.
“How about I make dinner?” I ask.
He just shrugs, like he usually does. I nod and go into the kitchen, Eiri following me. He glares at me and I know what’s going to come next.
“Are you and Shuichi together?” He asks, and I’m surprised at how calm his voice is.
“No Eiri, we’re not together. If you had paid attention when you called me, you would know I am still married to your sister…it’s complicated. I can’t tell you. If Shuichi wants to tell you he will. And if your serious about getting him back, be patient.”
Tohma (POV)
I sigh to myself as I sit in my chair in my office at NG. My mind strays to Shuichi. I know it’s been six years today that Yuki left him, which means he will go to the park, then he will head back to his place and drink himself into unconsciousness, probably picking up some young man or woman on his way.
I usually go over to sober him up, and throw out whoever he has sleeping in his bed with him. I feel more than nervous today. Eiri called me a week ago, telling me he would be returning to Japan. I have missed him, but I’ve been wondering if it’s a good idea. I know I’m going to have to tread carefully. I don’t want to cause Shuichi any more pain, or hurt.
Eiri didn’t tell me why he left Japan, and he probably won’t ever tell me why, he also enquired about Shuichi. I was silent for so long that he assumed the worst. To be truthful, I had no idea what to say, so I just lied and told Eiri he was fine. I really want to tell him about everything that has happened, but I can’t betray Shuichi’s trust in me. I didn’t tell Shuichi about Eiri’s past, and I don’t plan on telling Eiri about Shuichi’s.
Eiri actually told me he was planning on trying to win Shuichi back. It stunned me into silence, I don’t know if it’s a good idea. Shuichi has been through so much, I honestly don’t know if he can take anymore. Just like Eiri did, Shuichi has shut himself away from everything and everyone. He finds it hard to trust anyone, except me. I don’t know why he trusts me, but I know I will never let him down.
Shuichi and I have become really close these past six years, and we’ve formed a bond. I know he relies on me, and I love him, just like Eiri, in a brotherly way. I’ve become rather protective towards the younger man.
When I found him three years ago in Quinn’s apartment, naked from the waist down, blood dribbling down his legs, it was like I had gone back in time, to when I found Eiri in New York. I was shocked to see Shuichi hitting Quinn over the head. I snapped myself out of my daze and pulled Shuichi back, I watched him carefully as he fell to his knees, holding his shaky, bloody hands in front of his face.
I tried talking to him, but he was in shock. I knew Quinn was dead as I placed my fingers against his neck. His head was cracked open, spilling some of his brains out on to the carpet. I turned my back on his dead body, and took Shuichi in my arms as he started to cry.
When I had gotten him under control, I made a phone call and got everything sorted. I made Quinn’s body disappear and cleared all evidence away, so it looked like Shuichi had never been there. Then I got him out of there.
It has been a long three years since it happened, and I’ve had to watch as Shuichi turned into Eiri. A cold-hearted bastard. The only difference is that Shuichi doesn’t push me away like Eiri does. Shuichi needs me. I’m the only one he shows any feelings towards, he hugs me a lot and tells me he loves me. I know it’s not that kind of love, it’s a brotherly love.
I don’t know why I’m the only one he trusts, Shuichi has cut himself off of his friends. I know it’s because Hiro has Ayaka, and they will be married soon. I know Shuichi hates that women, and to be honest, so do I. I have no idea why I tried to get Eiri to marry her when he first started dating Shuichi.
Looking at my watch, I sigh again, a habit I seem to have picked up. Eiri should be here any
moment, and I have to go over to Shuichi’s soon. I fear that one day Shuichi will give himself alcohol poisoning.
A knock on the door has my heart in my throat. I watch as the door opens, and Eiri walks in. He still looks the same, it’s like he hasn’t aged. But I’m a little more than surprised to see him wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Eiri in casual clothes before, and he looks good.
I stand up and wonder whether hugging him would be appropriate. I guess it’s just become instinct, I always hug Shuichi. Instead I shake his hand, waving for him to take a seat.
For once I’m not sure what to say, I just smile at him.
“How have you been?” I finally ask.
“Okay, you?”
He’s still not very talkative. I sigh, great, I can’t seem to stop doing that.
“I’m fine.” I answer, though by the way he’s looking at me, he can tell I’m lying.
Before I can say anything else, the phone rings.
“Yes.” I answer, not how I usually answer, but it will have to do.
It’s Rei, the man I have follow Shuichi. I know it’s not right having Shuichi followed, but I worry about him. Apparently Shuichi went to the park earlier than usual and he’s taken a young man home with him.
“Please tell me the man wasn’t under-aged? That would be all we need, Shuichi’s name plastered in the paper for sleeping with a child.”
Shit, I can’t believe I said his name out loud. I saw Eiri jump out of the corner of my eye. Oh well, I guess I have some explaining to do.
“Thank you for calling, I’ll be heading over to his place soon. You might as well go home, Shuichi will have drunk himself into unconsciousness by now.”I put the phone down, and close my eyes for a moment, steeling myself. When I make eye contact with Eiri, he looks just how I suspected.
“What’s going on with Shuichi? When I called you said he was all right.”“I’m sorry Eiri, but I can’t tell you. I never told Shuichi about your past, if Shuichi wants to tell you his, he will. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to head to the store, then go and see Shuichi.”Eiri stands up too.
“I’m coming, I want to see him.”Truthfully I don’t think that’s a good idea, but I’m too exhausted to argue. And arguing with Eiri is futile, the man always wins.
Together we leave NG and get into his car, I feel too tired to drive. We head to the store. I have to buy groceries for Shuichi, I know the man will have an empty fridge, except for beers.
--
When we got to Shuichi’s place, I felt Eiri’s eyes on me as I opened the door with my own key. I guess I can’t blame him for being suspicious. After taking off my shoes and jacket, I step into the front room and, you guessed it, sighed.
The place was a mess, beer cans and overflowing ashtrays scattered throughout the room. The curtains were closed and it made the room look like a cave.
Walking over the windows, I open the curtains and the balcony door to get some fresh air in here. As I’m heading into the kitchen, the bedroom door opens and a short young man walks into the front room. He smiles at us, and hobbles over to his shoes. As he bends down, I see him wince, but he has a dreamy expression on his face. He stands up and heads out the front door.
Once again Eiri’s eyes are on me, but I can’t look at him. What can I say? This is what you have done to him because you left him? I can’t exactly tell him that Shuichi has turned into him, I feel apprehensive for when Eiri sees what Shuichi has become. I go into the kitchen and put the groceries away and start the coffeemaker. I then take a garbage bag and start cleaning the front room.
“Tohma, what the hell is going on?” Eiri asks me.
“Like I said, I can’t tell you. Just please, stop asking me.” I snap.
I don’t look at him. I go into Shuichi’s bedroom and wake up the drunk. He whines and tells me to ‘fuck off’. I know he doesn’t mean it, he always says it. I guess it’s just another tradition. I ignore him, and drag him out of bed. He’s already wearing pyjama pants, so I put on t-shirt on him and help him into the front room and sit him on the couch.
I watch as his eyes meet Eiri’s and I’m surprised. Shuichi doesn’t do anything. It’s like he doesn’t care. He turns his eyes to me and glares, I guess he thinks this is my doing. I just shake my head and go into the kitchen to make his coffee.
After a few moments, he calls my name. I smile as he whines. I know what he wants. Picking up the packet from the table, I pick up his mug and place it in front of him, and then hand him his cigarettes. I don’t agree with him smoking, but it’s useless to argue with him.
He smiles at me as he lights one.
“I love you Tohma.” He slurs.
“I love you too, Shuichi.” I say, patting him on the head.
I find Eiri glaring at me, which I return. Shuichi’s laughter snaps us out of our glaring competition. It’s good to see the old Shuichi back, unfortunately the only way to see him is when he is drunk.
I look at Shuichi to see his eyes shining with amusement, I just shake my head and sit down.
--
After three cups of coffee, a cold shower and two aspirin, Shuichi is more or less sober, and the change in him is always disconcerting. He’s changed back to his moody, cold-hearted bastard mode. His eyes look dead and he’s glaring at everything and anything.
He’s looked at Eiri a few times, but he hasn’t spoken a word to him. I don’t really know what to make of it, and Eiri actually looks uncomfortable.
When I feel Shuichi’s hand take mine, I squeeze his hand softly. I know he’s having trouble dealing with his emotions, I can tell by looking at his face.
“How about I make dinner?” I ask.
He just shrugs, like he usually does. I nod and go into the kitchen, Eiri following me. He glares at me and I know what’s going to come next.
“Are you and Shuichi together?” He asks, and I’m surprised at how calm his voice is.
“No Eiri, we’re not together. If you had paid attention when you called me, you would know I am still married to your sister…it’s complicated. I can’t tell you. If Shuichi wants to tell you he will. And if your serious about getting him back, be patient.”