Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Iridescent Fates ❯ I Think The Answer's Yes ( Chapter 5 )

 

 

 

 

Iridescent Fates

 

 

Chapter 5 I Think The Answer's Yes

 

 

“Shu wake up!” Shuichi groaned, trying to hold on to the last visages of sleep left in him before he had to open his eyes. “Shuichi come on you got to get up!”

 

Burying his head further in the pillow, the tired out actor angrily swatted at the hand that kept prodding him in the back. “I don't wanna get up yet…tell mom to wake me up in five minutes Maiko.”

 

When he heard a laugh that was definitely not feminine coming from behind him, awareness suddenly came to him and he shot up in the bed with a start. Wide violet eyes scanned the room, and saw how the early morning light was just starting to stream in through the stain glass windows that lined the Orpheum. Had he really slept here last night? More importantly…had he actually slept with Yuki last night?

 

Turning his head around, Shuichi took in the tousled bed, his shorts hanging over the bedpost, and most importantly he lifted up the sheets wrapped around his hips to see that they only thing he was wearing was a pair of red silk boxers…Yuki's boxers.

 

He ran a hand through his pink hair, pretty sure that with the movement he had made it stand up on all ends in its sleepy tossed state. “So how was he?” Shuichi jumped. He had forgotten that someone else was in the room! Twirling around in surprise he caught sight of none other than Tatsuha Uesugi looking down on him with a smile.

 

Ignoring the question, Shuichi tiredly rubbed at his eyes, pulling the sheets further up around him. “What are you doing here?” He had far since gotten over the surprise of Tatsu popping up at random embarrassing moments…Well okay so maybe he hadn't exactly gotten over the surprise of it, but he was too tired…and way too sore at the moment to do anything about it.

 

Giving him another smile, Tatsuha ruffled his hair. “Well my dear Shu-chan I am here for practice…just like you're here for practice. Only difference is you never left.” He said with a mock. “It was just like my bro to just leave you here, but I have no doubt in my mind that if Tohma finds you like this he won't hesitate in firing you…especially if he finds out who you were with.”

 

Well that certainly got him moving. Jumping out of the bed, Shuichi made it about three feet before falling on his ass again in pain. He had a feeling that he probably wouldn't have been near as sore if him and Eiri had only done it once…but no the blond novelist was insatiable…after the fifth time Shuichi had to actually put a stop to it because he collapsed in exhaustion.

 

“Owwww….” He cried. “I hurt all over…maybe I can just take a sick day.” Grabbing him by the back of the elbows, Tatsuha hoisted him up, and supported him against his body.

 

“Oh yes, I'm sure that will go over well…I'm so sorry Mr. Seguchi but I can not come to practice today because I got fucked a little too hard by you brother-in-law last night.” Pushing off Tatsu, Shuichi turned around to glare.

 

“Don't say it so grumpy like Tatsu…what's the matter with you this morning?” It was true, Tatsuha was borderline cruel, and usually he was one of the nicest people he had ever known. Shuichi was no idiot, he could see that the teenager had a crush on him. Given that fact, he had no doubt that this hostility was coming from the fact that he had found him in such a position with only one possible culprit.

 

Tatsuha shrugged. “I don't know Shu…I guess it's just a little bit of a shock to walk in to find you naked on the stage bed.” The actor blushed, not at all happy with being discovered…and even less happy that Yuki had put him in such a position to be discovered.

 

Shyly rubbing his head, Shuichi tried to play it off as nonchalant as possible. “Well you know I wasn't completely naked…he did give me his boxers.”

 

Throwing his hands up in the air, Tatsuha gave a throaty laugh. “Oh well that makes it soooo much better! How did I ever even get the notion of being upset when you were wearing his boxers!”

 

Shuichi's face fell. “Your sarcasm is not appreciated.” Scoffing he reached around the bed, grabbing at his shirt. “Shit!” He exclaimed, after holding up his shredded top. He forgot that Yuki had ripped it open last night. Shaking his head in dismay he reached for his shorts, and again let out a curse. They weren't exactly ripped, but then again they weren't exactly…wearable.

 

The younger Uesugi grabbed the pair of shorts out of his hand, laughing as he looked them over. “Well Shuichi I would have to say that these aren't any good…” He snickered. “I don't think Tohma appreciates it when his actors show up to work covered in bodily fluids.”

 

Growling, the pink haired actor grabbed his shorts back, not at all happy with his predicament. According to the clock on the wall practice started in 10 minutes, and by no means did that leave him enough time to go all the way back to his apartment to change. Hell it didn't even leave him enough time to sneak out of the theater and skip practice altogether. He would most certainly be seen by someone showing up.

 

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Shuichi tried to think of some possible way to get himself out of this very very bad situation, and so far had come up short. He couldn't even begin to imagine what Eiri was thinking when he left him in such a position. He could have at least woken him up when he had left. Sadly Shuichi feared that the reason the novelist hadn't awoken him was because he was just a lay to get out of his system, and now…well what did he care if he lost his part in the play for being found in such a way? He got to fuck him…five times, and so really why would he be expected to show any sort of sympathy?

 

His musings were cut short as a black t-shirt was thrust in his face. Jumping slightly from being brought out of his ponderings, he turned to see Tatsuha holding out the top layer of his two shirts so that now he only wore a gray long sleeved one. Nodding in thanks, Shuichi quickly took the shirt and slipped it over his head. He most certainly wouldn't be winning any outfit of the year awards, but a pair of boxers and a t-shirt should be enough to get him through the day…thank god Tatsu was there.

 

Getting up, Shuichi reached around the side of the bed to grab his red sneakers and slipped them on without thought. “You know Tatsu…if you and Yuki didn't look so much alike I might suspect that you weren't even related…I mean honestly how can two siblings have such scarily different personalities?”

 

Tatsuha shrugged. “I don't know…there's just something about him that attracts so many people…well that is until they get to know him.” He smirked. “Then they realize what a complete bastard he is and come running to me for rebound sex.” He winked. “An offer that is most certainly open to you any time you may choose.”

 

Shuichi rolled his eyes, straightening up the bed as best he could so that it didn't look too used. “I'll keep that in mind.” He muttered sarcastically, not at all happy to hear of the countless number of people both of the Uesugi boys had jointly fucked. He made a vow to himself right then and there, that whatever might happen, he would not be one of those illustrious many.

 

No sooner had the actor straightened himself up to the best of his abilities then a slew of people flooded in through the doors. Not exactly wanting his ruined clothes to be seen, Shuichi hastily kicked them under the bed and moved as far away from the scene as possible. Suguro walked in with Sakano and Ayaka, though when they spotted the two of them all of their talking ceased and they instead chose to stare.

 

Ayaka smiled, leaning over to whisper something in Sakano's ear that made him blush a deep scarlet. Strangely enough though it was the shy quiet Suguro that actually chose to speak.

 

“Geez Tatsuha couldn't you have waited a few weeks before you banged him on our stage?” Shuichi's mouth dropped down to the floor, and it was now his turn to blush.

 

Rushing forward, he waved his hands frantically in front of him, practically jumping up and down in his nervous excitement. “No! You got it all wrong…I didn't have sex with Tatsu!” He scrambled around in the frazzled brain of his to try to find a good excuse. “Umm…ummm…I was just about to try on dresses!” …In his mind that actually sounded like a good deception. He nodded proudly, very happy with himself to have gotten out of the predicament.

 

The brunette girl gave a laugh as she walked over to the costume room. “Oh really? I didn't know you were so excited to dress your part…I would be more than happy to help you pick out an appropriate outfit if you like.”

 

Shuichi's face fell. Damn…he probably should have thought of an excuse that didn't entail him dressing in drag. He turned pleading eyes towards Tatsuha, who gave him a look that said one thing. `You did this to yourself.'

 

“Well you know…” He tried. “I was just going to see if I could pull it off, but now that everyone's here…” He lamely finished, not at all liking the process of putting on a dress even one day before production.

 

“Now that everyone's here what?” Shuichi cringed, and slowly turned towards the entrance where Tohma stood with a questioning look in his eyes. This sucked…he really didn't think a day could start out worse than this.

 

Smirking, Suguro walked up to the director, giving him a chiding look as he did. “Well cousin Mr. Shindou here was just saying how he wanted to see how he looked in a dress.”

 

Well you see he knew he should be angrier at Suguro than he was, but there was just something that came above childish anger. Had Fujisaki just called Tohma cousin? He snorted to himself. Well that certainly explained why such a young teenager had managed to get in on one of the biggest productions of the year. Well who knew that you could get in on such a big thing due to connections alone. He had always wondered how someone as shy as the green haired boy had gotten into the business of being an actor, but he supposed it ran in the family. Besides, Suguro was playing Satie, and his character had hardly any lines. Well he supposed it could be worse, the teenager could be playing the lead woman of the play and made to wear dresses…he was so going to give Yuki a talking to about that the next time he saw him…if he saw him.

 

“Is that right Mr. Shindou?” He snapped back into reality at Seguchi's amused reply. “Well I suppose we could get wardrobe involved in making your stage costumes…but I didn't think you would want to start dressing the part so soon.” His cheeks turned even redder still.

 

He once more waved his arms in front of him, shaking his head back and forth. “No…it was a total whim…I can wait a few weeks…hell eons even!” He nodded to himself at that, thinking it was most certainly a good idea. “Yes, I don't even have to where a dress at all…We can dress Satine in pants!” He nodded once again. “Yes…very shiny pants!”

 

Giving a sigh, Tohma just simply nodded at his antics. “Very well Mr. Shindou. If you do not wish to dress in costume then please get dressed again.”

 

Scratching the back of his head, Shuichi slyly looked the other way. “Well you see the thing is this is kinda all I have.” He turned back towards Tohma, motioning down at his borrowed t-shirt and boxers. “I'm making a new fashion statement…everyone will be doing it soon just you wait!”

 

“I'll take you word for it.” Tohma replied, nodding politely before turning back to his agenda book and the scenes that they had to perform today. Shuichi fell back against the wall, letting a deep breath of relief that he didn't even know he had been holding. If nothing else came up, he was relieved to admit that he had avoided an unpleasant confrontation. For the first time since he had gotten the job, he wished that practice would go quickly so that he could go home and stew over the many things that had happened.

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Practice had gone normal enough, although he did have to hear Hiro's endless questions about why he was dressed in just boxers, and why he had fainted the night before. Somehow his friend didn't believe his need to dress in drag or him being anemic…the tragedy of people knowing you too well. He also was quite aware of who had been left with him last night, and the redhead hadn't let it rest until Shuichi had spilled the details.

 

Of course when he said he spilled `all' the details, he might have left out the part of them screwing five times in the stage bed. No, by all the details he meant he had said that they had kissed, and that he had fallen asleep in the bed. Though Shuichi wasn't sure if his brilliant lie had worked, because Hiro kept giving him suspicious looks all day. He didn't blame him though, they had always made sure to tell each other everything. Honestly he didn't know why he hadn't spilled his guts…he certainly wanted to. There was just some voice nagging him in the back of his head telling him that if he spilled his guts and it did turn out to just be a one night stand thing, then he would feel more used than ever…which all things considering would have been a very difficult thing to accomplish.

 

“Stop thinking so much Shuichi…you're going to hurt that miniscule muscle you call a brain.” The hair bristled on the back of his neck as he spun around to face Tatsuha with fire in his eyes.

 

“I'm not stupid! I just put my brain to different uses then books.” Okay, so he was a little short-tempered today, but knowing Tatsu he had most likely done something to deserve such an outburst. Grabbing his ruined clothing from under the bed, he turned more calmly towards the teenager. “Before Hiro left he said that it was raining pretty bad…Do you mind giving me a ride home?”

 

Tatsuha rose an eyebrow at the actor's sudden mood change. “Are you sure you don't multiple personalities or something?” He smirked. “You know like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass?”

 

Shuichi glared, fighting off the urge to smack the man. “You're not funny…Now can I have a ride?” His eyes glistened with fake tears as he gave him the best puppy dog look he could muster. “Please?”

 

The teenager practically melted under such a gaze, which wasn't surprising, his look was very hard to turn down…it got Hiro all the time. Tatsuha reached out, ruffling pink locks. “Well how can I say no to such a genuine plea?”

 

Giving him a toothy smile, Shuichi nodded his thanks and ran on ahead, excited at the prospect of getting to ride home on the younger Uesugi's bike. Hiro hardly ever let him ride with him anymore because he said he stood up too much on it and he would cause an accident.

 

Once they were outside Shuichi ignored the pouring rain and slid in behind Tatsu, grabbing on to his waist as the teenager sped out onto the street. The actor couldn't help but cling to the body in front of him as cold water pelted him from all sides, and he tried to ignore the loopy feeling he caught as he buried his face into Tatsuha's leather soaked back.

 

Though all the loopiness soon faded as they skidded to a halt in front of his apartment complex. Shuichi's mouth dropped to the ground as he watched some old hairy guy walk by him wearing one of his shirts. He chalked it up to coincidence as he got off the bike, that is until he saw some little girl clutching Ryuichi plushy that he had waited in line all night to get. What the hell was going on?

 

His eyes frantically scanned the area, only to catch sight of a pile of stuff, his stuff, that people were sifting through. His brain went on overdrive as he ran up to the people, practically growling them off of his, now soaked, property as he tried to piece together why this was happening.

 

“Shu man why's all your stuff out on the cement?” Not at all in the mood for this right now, the actor spun around to give Tatsuha the greatest death glare he could muster.

 

“I don't know Tatsu…can you please watch my stuff why I go find that out?” He snarled, thrusting a handful of his wet belongings into the teenager's hands. Without even waiting for a response he rushed through the front doors of his apartment complex, bound and determined to find out just what the hell was going on.

 

His mind raced with terrible thoughts as he ran down to his shitty basement apartment. In the back of his mind this situation was ringing a bell, and yet he couldn't place a finger on what it was. Though when he reached his apartment to find a huge eviction notice on his door, he had a pretty good idea. Shuichi fell to his knees as the situation sunk in. He was supposed to pay his rent last night! He had finally gotten his first check from Mr. Seguchi, and the whole thing was going to go towards his rent that was two weeks past due! He had made a deal with his landlord, and by deal he meant groveled on his hands and knees for an extension, but the deal was it had to be paid by the day before.

 

Shuichi slammed his fists into the door as the weight of everything sunk in. He had missed the payment…he had missed it, and now he was homeless. He knew it was no use to go to his landlord again, the cranky old man had told him that if he didn't make the payment to not even bother to show up because he was giving his crappy apartment to someone else. As a matter of fact he had said that if he did show up to try to plead his case he wouldn't hesitate in taking his shotgun full of rock salt to him like some common trespasser…his landlord was rather scary…he kind of reminded him of K at times.

 

Running his hands through his damp hair for the millionth time since this had happened, Shuichi tried to figure out what to do now. He was homeless, and didn't have near enough money to make the security deposit on a new apartment. If Yuki hadn't kept him at the playhouse then none of this would have ever happened! That thought struck the little cord in his brain reserved for ideas and a devious grin covered his face. Oh yes, he had a plan! All he had to do now was get the two Uesugi boys to agree to it.

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If you asked him now he couldn't tell why he had done it. It had been a whim, an act of pure carnal pleasure that every man needs to go through to get release. That was all the little brat was to him, and yet for some reason he couldn't seem to get that damn voice out of his head.

 

Honey gold eyes fluttered shut as that damn song once more came into his mind. How wonderful life was now that he was in the world, huh? He cursed the day he had ever been stupid enough to write such cheesy lyrics. He cursed the fact that such cheesiness could be spit back in his face to affect him so…how he cursed that little brat that had ruined his quiet thinking time with that voice of his.

 

Shuichi Shindou…he had come out of nowhere to annoy him, and yet he had for some reason told Tohma to pick him as his Satine. He tried to tell himself that it was for kicks…that it was because he knew how much the brat wanted the other part, and getting to play God in such a way as that was too good to pass up. He wouldn't lie to himself though, as much as he'd like to believe in such sadistic antics he knew the really reason behind his actions. Even though the bubble pink haired wanna-be actor annoyed the piss out of him, he knew that he was good enough to get the job from Seguchi no matter what he did, and so in the back of his mind he wanted the brat to play Satine…because he wanted to be his Christian.

 

Letting out a sigh of disgust, Yuki pushed himself back from the dull light of his laptop and walked towards the kitchen to get a drink…after such sentimental bullshit he definitely could use one. Reaching into his pocket he thumbed himself out a cigarette and lit it as he dug out a can of beer from his fridge. He scoffed as he looked inside. How embarrassing a refrigerator full of alcohol and condiments and no food…he would have to go shopping tomorrow. The blond took a drag, letting the nicotine filled his lungs, dulling his senses and turning down his thoughts that seemed to be on overload.

 

Taking Shuichi to bed had probably been one of the stupidest things he had ever done. At the time he thought he could just get the brat out of his system, and he had tried…so hard. Yet now after having him for so many times he couldn't help but want him again. He couldn't though. He couldn't risk letting anyone get close to him, or by any means get close to anyone in return. That damn Seguchi just had to suggest he help out at the playhouse with the script and the actors…he would have never had this problem if he hadn't.

 

A banging at the door interrupted any ponderings he might have been having, and after taking a swig of beer he headed over to see just who would have balls enough to bother him at 11:45 at night on a Tuesday. Knowing his luck it was probably his editor demanding the new chapters. Hell it could even be his sister…that bitch had balls of steel.

 

Not thinking, Yuki swung the door open without looking through the peephole…big mistake. As soon as he did an excited bundle of pink, red, and black flung head first into his arms, tackling him to the ground in a haste to smother him.

 

Sneering in disgust Eiri placed the remaining bit of his beer that hadn't sloshed over the two of them to the side, putting his cigarette out inside of it as he looked down at the intruder who seemed to not ever care about invading his personal bubble. Shuichi Shindou…the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if you could just stop tonguing it.

 

The smell of stagnant beer filled his house, and he had a feeling that it wasn't all from the empty container. Shuichi was practically reeking of it, and not only that but the rambunctious actor seemed to be soaked to the bone. Not only was he soaked, but he also happened to be still wearing the boxers the blond had left him in this morning and looked to be blitzed out of his mind.

 

“What the hell have you been doing? And why are you wearing my boxers?” He knew for certain that he shouldn't have asked the last question, for the boy's face suddenly turned red with excitement.

 

“Why am I wearing these? WHY AM I WEARING THESE!?” He screeched, and Yuki had to cover his ears to stop the throbbing pain such a noise provoked. Shuichi sat up on his chest, not bothering to notice that he was dripping all over the body underneath him. “I'm wearing these because you gave me no other choice when you just left me this morning with ruined clothes!”

 

So he was mad about that was he?…Figures he'd have to sleep with such an overexcited psychopath. Sitting up on one elbow, Eiri brought his arm up around Shuichi's waist, and watched in satisfaction as all of the anger immediately left the actor's face and he practically melted into his touch. “Well it's just you looked so comfortable…be it from me to have been the one to disturb you.”

 

Yuki's arm came up underneath his soaked black t-shirt stroking up the chilled skin and making the actor practically purr. Hadn't he just told himself he wasn't going to do this anymore? Hadn't he just decided that he would never touch Shindou again? Even as he was telling himself this he couldn't stop his wondering hand from touching that creamy white skin that he couldn't seem to get enough of the night before.

 

“Yuki…” Shuichi moaned leaned back so that the palms of his hands were pressed into the ground as he tried to get as much contact between them as possible. “Mmmm…Yuki…I have to…” He threw his head back as the blond's hand came up to his stomach, sensually toying with his bellybutton. “I have to talk to you about something.” He gasped out, now in a complete arch as the novelist continued to tease.

 

So the moron had come here to talk, had he? For that matter how had he got here in the first place? “Tell me idiot how is it that you know where I live?…I don't exactly remember putting my address in the book.”

 

Shuichi sat up, giving the blond a coy smile. “Well you see I kinda got your brother drunk and had him help me out just a little.” He replied, holding his fingers up to show just how much Tatsuha had helped.

 

That brother of his really did learn from the best. He had no doubt in his mind that Shuichi definitely hadn't been the one to swindle Tatsu into getting hammered. If anything it had been the other way around. His brother had probably agreed to such a thing in order to in someway get Shuichi into bed. Tatsuha had slept with practically every man and woman in Tokyo. Seriously they called him a player, but at least he only stuck to women…well he supposed that was until the night before. The day before at practice he could see how much his brother wanted Shindou, and yet unknowingly he had somehow already made a claim on the pink haired brat.

 

Wrapping his arms around Shuichi's waist, the novelist lifted the boy from the floor and easily deposited him onto the near-by couch. “So tell me where is that charming brother of mine?”

 

The actor shrugged, giving the blond a toothy smile. “I dunno…we sorta parted ways after I burst through the door.” He gave a nervous laugh, before looking around. “Geez you sure got a huge place…way bigger than what Tatsu made it sound.”

 

Scoffing, Eiri sank into the sofa, getting ready to pull another cigarette from his pocket to stop the headache that was no doubt about to come. Golden eyes glanced to the side as a hand was placed on top of his before he could pull one out. Why was it that he had let such a nuisance into his house?

 

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” Eiri growled, not at all happy with being stopped from fulfilling his addiction. His anger subsided though as soon as he saw a pair of the biggest sparkling violet eyes he had ever seen.

 

“Don't be mad Yuki…you see I thought before you did that…well I thought that we could…” He finished lamely, looking down towards the black furniture as a deep scarlet blush stained his cheeks.

 

A Cheshire cat grin covered the novelists face at that. “I see, so you missed me that much huh?” Leaning forward, Yuki didn't hesitate in claiming those lips whose owner he had been thinking about all day. Shuichi melted against him, giving no resistance as he pushed him backwards onto the couch.

 

Breaking away from his lips, Eiri trailed burning hot lips all down the boy's neck, loving the small mewls of pleasure that came from such an act. Lifting Shuichi up, the blond didn't hesitate in removing the t-shirt that was much too big to be his as he tried to make contact with as much skin as possible.

 

Eiri broke away for only a moment to unbutton his navy blue shirt, and then he was right back to kissing the strange boy who had become something along the lines of a lover. Shuichi's tongue slid into his mouth as he used his free hands to unbutton the novelist pants, making Yuki smirk. Just the day before Shuichi had been a begging virgin, and now he had been the one to practically initiate their coupling. That was at least one pro about the brat…he was rather easy to train.

 

His hand ghosted over the bulge in Shuichi's borrowed boxers, and such a small act sent a shiver up the pink haired actor's spine. That was one thing Yuki had noticed last night…Shuichi was so very sensitive. In the back of his mind he knew he shouldn't be doing this. He knew that he should have kicked the actor out as soon as he realized who it was, but he didn't want to. No…this was going to be fun.

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Shuichi lay panting from their recent excursion as he huddle in to a blanket Yuki had been kind enough to throw him as he went out onto his balcony for the smoke he had been denied earlier. This plan of his hadn't exactly gone as he had thought. Though he had come to the conclusion that his plans rarely did when the blond was involved. The novelist seemed to just be able to look at his supposed plans and turn them into rubble.

 

At the sound of the screen door sliding shut, Shuichi attempted to sit up from his huddled mass on the couch. “Yuki can I ask you something?” The blond walked in front of him, looking down at him as he grabbed at his discarded shirt. “Promise you won't be mad?”

 

The man scoffed. “You can go ahead and ask brat, but I'm not going to promise I won't be mad. My natural reaction could be to get upset, and then without wanting to I would have already broken my promise.”

 

He gave a nod, knowing that that was about the closest thing to a yes he was going to get from the cold blond. “Well you see I was wondering…since you have such a huge place and all…” He stalled, not wanting to get to the inevitable question that was no doubt going to get him kicked out on his ass. Shuichi shut his eyes, deciding to just get it over and done with. “Can I stay with you for a little bit!?” He practically screamed, almost loosing his nerve at the last second.

 

Not wanting to see Eiri's reaction, Shuichi very slowly cracked his eyes open to see something akin to shock on the novelist's face. That look of shock didn't last very long though. It was soon replaced by anger as the blond made a grab for him.

 

“Are you insane?” He barked. “You are not living with me.” He stated as he picked the actor up while still wrapped in the blanket and opened the front door to toss him out on his ass just like Shuichi had predicted.

 

Hissing like a cat, Shuichi grabbed onto the frame of the door, clawing at it with all his might in order to not be tossed out like the garbage. He only had to hold on for a little bit though, because as soon as Yuki caught sight of something out in front of his home he quickly forgot about the struggling cat boy in his arms.

 

“What the hell is all this shit?” Eiri growled, dropping Shuichi straight to the ground so that he landed in front of sopping wet garbage bags full of his stuff that had been placed in front of the novelist's door.

 

Slowly turning around, Shuichi saw how the blond's eye seemed to be twitching as he examined the mess out in front of his place, and he immediately looked down towards the actor to explain it. Oh…and what a explanation he had, though now that he thought about it he didn't think it would be the one Yuki wanted to hear. He really had to blame it on the fact that at the time him and Tatsuha had finalized the plans they had been drunk off their asses. Yes…he definitely blamed it on the booze.

 

Ignoring the pain from being dropped, Shuichi shyly rubbed at the back of his head, trying to think of the easiest way to word what they had done without getting killed. “Well you see I was supposed to pay my rent last night…and you obviously know why they didn't happen…and well I got evicted!” He closed his eyes, expecting to be smacked, but when he realized that Yuki was still fumingly listening he continued. “So yeah I was thinking that since it was sorta…well I mean it was a little bit your fault that you would wanna help me out until I found a new place.”

 

Peaking upwards, he saw how the blond had ran a hand through his hair in frustration as he processed all he had been told. His face went through a whirlwind of emotions before it finally seemed to settle on pissed off. “So what Tatsuha showed you where I lived and you came in to distract me while he dropped all your stuff outside my door?”

 

Shuichi pouted, not at all liking how sneaky he was making him sound. “Well yeah…but it sound sleazy when you say it like that!” He huffed, picking himself back up to his feet and pulling the blanket taut around him. “I just needed help alright!” His ego deflated as the seriousness of his situation once more sunk in. “I didn't know what else to do.” Tears came to his eyes as he tried his hardest to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.

 

The actor sucked in a breath when Yuki reached out and gently wiped away the tear that had just barely slipped from his eye. “Don't cry brat…even I'm not mean enough to kick you out onto the streets so late.”

 

His ears perked up at that, and he looked dumbfounded up at his lover. He had to have heard wrong, right? After all there was no way in hell that Eiri had actually agreed to let him live with him! “Seriously?”

 

Yuki nodded, and as he did Shuichi excitedly bounded towards his arms and was stopped short by a hand blocking his way. “But only until you find a new place yeh damn brat!…this isn't a permanent situation.” He removed his hands, letting Shuichi cling to him once again as tears poured down the actor's face in happiness. He was actually going to live with Yuki!

 

“Oh Yuki I'm so happy!” As Shuichi snuggled into the writer's chest he felt him sigh before arms wrapped around his body.

 

“Remind me to kill my brother next time I see him.” Shuichi once again nodded, not at all hearing what his lover had said. No, he was much too happy to hear anything. He was going to be staying with the love of his life, what could be better?

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A.N- I'm so sorry for the long wait, but hey I got it out there! You should all be happy…I worked my ass off to get this chapter done today, and now I get to go to the midnight showing of Pirates of the Caribbean…who's excited for me? No takers….lol well at least I'm excited for myself. But yeah preview for next time….umm come what may…Yuki will never know what hit him!

 

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