Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Langer Schlaf: The Long Sleep ❯ The Night Before ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: PinkWhirlWind 
Shuichi's night before Yuki wakes up from his dream
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.11.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 416 | Status: Work In Progress
Shuichi's night before Yuki wakes up from his dream
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.11.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 416 | Status: Work In Progress
Langer Schlaf 3/?
By Nix Winter
Disclaimer... I don't own Gravitation.
Spoilers... um.. not really any so far.. though it is set after the series and OAV's... and who knows.. it might be AU to the manga.. cuz I didn't read those.
Warnings... there will be violence and probably a lemon. If you're reading this on a site that doesn't permit such things, the uncensored version can be found at:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/YukiandShuichi/
Tokala.rulesthewe b.com Shonen-ai books are good!
The Night Before
Shuichi considered himself rather sophisticated. It wasn't like living with Eiri hadn't broadened his horizons. Wine, cheese, and the best French take out in the city, not to mention an awful lot of books and research materials that the singer couldn't help but look at just a little had made Shuichi's world a great deal bigger. Not nearly big enough to contain his adoration for the writer, but a lot bigger than it had been when he'd jumped into the road to get Eiri's attention. The building of Immortality.com put his eyes wide anyway.
The carpet spread out over the oval entrance like dark gray Italian wool, smooth and entirely too elite to actually accept being walked on by ratty comfortable trainers. Hiro put his hands on Shuichi's shoulders and gave a shove, pushing the singer farther into the lobby. One whole wall flowed with pink water, rose petals floating in the pool below. The wall on the other side of the building looked endless, a starscape that moved through a loop that lasted at least ten minutes, following the path of something launched from the Earth, shooting out past the moon, Mars, and on past planets that Shuichi didn't know names for.
Hiro gave him a gentle shake. "Shu! You got heat stroke?"
"We gotta get one of those! For the stage, behind, you know? Shot fire works on it!" Shuichi was pointing at the two story tall projection that looked realer than any thing he'd seen in the theater! He had to learn the names of those planets! That had been covered in school, he was sure, and he vaguely remembered writing some song about the stars and love and stuff.
Hiro had leaned over a bit, one elbow on each of Shuichi's shoulders. "This place gives me the creeps, Shu. I mean the wall is bleeding over there. They take Halloween way too seriously here."
"Bleeding?" Shuichi looked back at the pink waterfall, and thought, yeah, maybe it looked like blood.
K leaned back, stretching his back. "I will call Tohma. It's air conditioned, nice place to break down." More comfortable with the whole Halloween thing maybe, K leaned over, looked into Shuichi's eyes, "I'll see if we can get a smaller one of those walls, get Mr. Yuki recorded on it, at least ten minutes of click click click, and Shuichi-kun will never be lonely again!"
Shuichi wrinkled up his nose and doubled up a fist, the calculations of if he really wanted to hit his manager or not clearly visible in his violet eyes. K laughed, fingers laced behind his head, as he walked over to the very elegant Morticia behind the counter.
A female voice, high pitched and sounding irritated made him cringe and look longingly back out at the bus, until he heard his name. He was really going to have to learn English too, especially if he was going to have fans in English. Maybe do a song in English! When he turned to face here with a smile though, his eyes went wide again, bright wide, and he elbowed Hiro hard in the ribs to get him to stop laughing.
The person approaching them at full speed had to be a guy, Shuichi thought because he was a guy, and this person was wearing his clothes. Sort of. Bright pink hair like a dolly in a discount store, neon strawberry wind that had nothing at all to do with the way his own hair felt silky when Eiri touched it, stood up around this guys face. Solid pink gloss covered lips thicker than stage make-up and those lips were curled in almost a snarl. It was the yellow satin coat with orange lame trim that really got him though, bright like if he wore that on stage, he'd burst into flames, Shuichi took a step back, violet eyes blinking. She, he decided it was a she, as the hips wearing his black shorts were a little too wide, and the perfume wafting from her was something lightly floral, kinda cheap, he thought. She was yelling at him in English, waving her finger, and he decided she must be a fan, and this was some American custom. Thoughts of singing in English were fading fast already. He cleared his throat, held out one hand and gave a smile that would soften even Eiri, "Watashi wa Shindou Shuichi," he chirped, just like it was for a video.
She slapped his hand, hard, got right up in his face, and the only words he understood were fake, Japanese, I'm Shuichi! He swallowed, wanted Eiri more than he thought he'd ever done. Nose twitching, Hiro still laughing, Shuichi twitched another smile and tried again, "Hai, Yes, Shindou Shuichi no Bad Luck desu! I wa Shuichi is."
Rolling her eyes, she planted her fists on her hips, one foot twitching, as if she might just decide to kick him. This time he got the words did, RSVP, you be Gackt or Hide, jrock, and crash.
He nodded enthusiastically, pointed out the window to the bus with the banner tied to the side that read, "Bad Luck California Tour!" He added, "Crash!" Then he made an explode motion with his lips and hands before pointing to the flat tired tilting the bus. He was sure that it was just his imagination that the bus was still wobbling. "Boom!"
She stared out into the parking lot, then both hands when to her cheeks, eyes wide, face going pale, even under her make up. "Shindou Shuichi! I love you! Ai Shiteru! Ai Shiteru!"
His mouth dropped open and she threw her arms around his neck and planted her pink glossy lips right on his. He sputtered. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. And somehow, Hiro was in the middle between them, Shuichi leaning back to back with him, panting and wiping at his mouth. Nothing worse than the taste of cheap lip gloss when he wanted stale coffee and thin lips! "ITAI! Itai!" He howled melodramatically.
The girl took that to mean something good and she kissed Hiro just the same which made the tall guitarist twitch like a cat caught in an electric current. K was already responding to Shuichi's howling though and was quite comfortable to lay his arm around the satin Shuichi clone's shoulders and guide her away, out to the bus with the temptation of seeing Shindou-san's private bus and did she want an autographed copy, perhaps a copy of the new CD that wasn't released here yet!
Still back to back with Hiro, as if they were ready to fend off a herd of wild American fan girls. Nervous, over hot, Shuichi fumbled his phone out again, but still got no reception. This didn't happen in Tokyo!
A lot of things didn't happen in Tokyo, such as girls dressing up as him, or guys dressing up as Yuki Eiri.
"Hello," a rich, vowel curling voice whispered. And he looked up to find himself looking into dark blue eyes in a face no more than ten cm from his face, a face he had no idea at all how it had gotten that close without him having some idea it was coming. "Mr. Shuichi, you're a real artist."
"Uh," Shuichi said, shaking his head hard. He'd understood the English words, beautiful soft melodic words. Confused he held out his hand and introduced himself again. Hiro's warmth left his back, and he looked over his shoulder to see Hiro walking away with a couple of girls, one on each arm, laughing at some joke of his. Shuichi frowned, felt jealous for Aiyaka and realized how stupid that was, even as one of the girls ran her fingers down Hiro's cheek. "Uh," he said again to blond man holding his arm, tucking his hand into his elbow.
"No need to be afraid, Shuichi. Bad timing is sometimes the greatest of gifts. Artists that die young and beautiful are never forgotten, you see?"
Shuichi tried to pull his and free, but just found the air too thick. It was as if he'd become two people, the pink haired singer leaning against the tall blond man and the terrified spirit clawing at himself, screaming at his body not to go up those stairs, not to tilt his head back that way, and turning towards Tokyo to call for help from his most trusted and loved source. "Eiri! Eiri, help me!"
His body felt fingers glide over his throat, icy cold breath on his skin. His spirit curled up tight against Eiri's sleeping body, face hid against his arm, one sleeping arm thrown over him protectively, even if it was just a spirit in his dream.
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By Nix Winter
Disclaimer... I don't own Gravitation.
Spoilers... um.. not really any so far.. though it is set after the series and OAV's... and who knows.. it might be AU to the manga.. cuz I didn't read those.
Warnings... there will be violence and probably a lemon. If you're reading this on a site that doesn't permit such things, the uncensored version can be found at:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/YukiandShuichi/
Tokala.rulesthewe b.com Shonen-ai books are good!
The Night Before
Shuichi considered himself rather sophisticated. It wasn't like living with Eiri hadn't broadened his horizons. Wine, cheese, and the best French take out in the city, not to mention an awful lot of books and research materials that the singer couldn't help but look at just a little had made Shuichi's world a great deal bigger. Not nearly big enough to contain his adoration for the writer, but a lot bigger than it had been when he'd jumped into the road to get Eiri's attention. The building of Immortality.com put his eyes wide anyway.
The carpet spread out over the oval entrance like dark gray Italian wool, smooth and entirely too elite to actually accept being walked on by ratty comfortable trainers. Hiro put his hands on Shuichi's shoulders and gave a shove, pushing the singer farther into the lobby. One whole wall flowed with pink water, rose petals floating in the pool below. The wall on the other side of the building looked endless, a starscape that moved through a loop that lasted at least ten minutes, following the path of something launched from the Earth, shooting out past the moon, Mars, and on past planets that Shuichi didn't know names for.
Hiro gave him a gentle shake. "Shu! You got heat stroke?"
"We gotta get one of those! For the stage, behind, you know? Shot fire works on it!" Shuichi was pointing at the two story tall projection that looked realer than any thing he'd seen in the theater! He had to learn the names of those planets! That had been covered in school, he was sure, and he vaguely remembered writing some song about the stars and love and stuff.
Hiro had leaned over a bit, one elbow on each of Shuichi's shoulders. "This place gives me the creeps, Shu. I mean the wall is bleeding over there. They take Halloween way too seriously here."
"Bleeding?" Shuichi looked back at the pink waterfall, and thought, yeah, maybe it looked like blood.
K leaned back, stretching his back. "I will call Tohma. It's air conditioned, nice place to break down." More comfortable with the whole Halloween thing maybe, K leaned over, looked into Shuichi's eyes, "I'll see if we can get a smaller one of those walls, get Mr. Yuki recorded on it, at least ten minutes of click click click, and Shuichi-kun will never be lonely again!"
Shuichi wrinkled up his nose and doubled up a fist, the calculations of if he really wanted to hit his manager or not clearly visible in his violet eyes. K laughed, fingers laced behind his head, as he walked over to the very elegant Morticia behind the counter.
A female voice, high pitched and sounding irritated made him cringe and look longingly back out at the bus, until he heard his name. He was really going to have to learn English too, especially if he was going to have fans in English. Maybe do a song in English! When he turned to face here with a smile though, his eyes went wide again, bright wide, and he elbowed Hiro hard in the ribs to get him to stop laughing.
The person approaching them at full speed had to be a guy, Shuichi thought because he was a guy, and this person was wearing his clothes. Sort of. Bright pink hair like a dolly in a discount store, neon strawberry wind that had nothing at all to do with the way his own hair felt silky when Eiri touched it, stood up around this guys face. Solid pink gloss covered lips thicker than stage make-up and those lips were curled in almost a snarl. It was the yellow satin coat with orange lame trim that really got him though, bright like if he wore that on stage, he'd burst into flames, Shuichi took a step back, violet eyes blinking. She, he decided it was a she, as the hips wearing his black shorts were a little too wide, and the perfume wafting from her was something lightly floral, kinda cheap, he thought. She was yelling at him in English, waving her finger, and he decided she must be a fan, and this was some American custom. Thoughts of singing in English were fading fast already. He cleared his throat, held out one hand and gave a smile that would soften even Eiri, "Watashi wa Shindou Shuichi," he chirped, just like it was for a video.
She slapped his hand, hard, got right up in his face, and the only words he understood were fake, Japanese, I'm Shuichi! He swallowed, wanted Eiri more than he thought he'd ever done. Nose twitching, Hiro still laughing, Shuichi twitched another smile and tried again, "Hai, Yes, Shindou Shuichi no Bad Luck desu! I wa Shuichi is."
Rolling her eyes, she planted her fists on her hips, one foot twitching, as if she might just decide to kick him. This time he got the words did, RSVP, you be Gackt or Hide, jrock, and crash.
He nodded enthusiastically, pointed out the window to the bus with the banner tied to the side that read, "Bad Luck California Tour!" He added, "Crash!" Then he made an explode motion with his lips and hands before pointing to the flat tired tilting the bus. He was sure that it was just his imagination that the bus was still wobbling. "Boom!"
She stared out into the parking lot, then both hands when to her cheeks, eyes wide, face going pale, even under her make up. "Shindou Shuichi! I love you! Ai Shiteru! Ai Shiteru!"
His mouth dropped open and she threw her arms around his neck and planted her pink glossy lips right on his. He sputtered. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. And somehow, Hiro was in the middle between them, Shuichi leaning back to back with him, panting and wiping at his mouth. Nothing worse than the taste of cheap lip gloss when he wanted stale coffee and thin lips! "ITAI! Itai!" He howled melodramatically.
The girl took that to mean something good and she kissed Hiro just the same which made the tall guitarist twitch like a cat caught in an electric current. K was already responding to Shuichi's howling though and was quite comfortable to lay his arm around the satin Shuichi clone's shoulders and guide her away, out to the bus with the temptation of seeing Shindou-san's private bus and did she want an autographed copy, perhaps a copy of the new CD that wasn't released here yet!
Still back to back with Hiro, as if they were ready to fend off a herd of wild American fan girls. Nervous, over hot, Shuichi fumbled his phone out again, but still got no reception. This didn't happen in Tokyo!
A lot of things didn't happen in Tokyo, such as girls dressing up as him, or guys dressing up as Yuki Eiri.
"Hello," a rich, vowel curling voice whispered. And he looked up to find himself looking into dark blue eyes in a face no more than ten cm from his face, a face he had no idea at all how it had gotten that close without him having some idea it was coming. "Mr. Shuichi, you're a real artist."
"Uh," Shuichi said, shaking his head hard. He'd understood the English words, beautiful soft melodic words. Confused he held out his hand and introduced himself again. Hiro's warmth left his back, and he looked over his shoulder to see Hiro walking away with a couple of girls, one on each arm, laughing at some joke of his. Shuichi frowned, felt jealous for Aiyaka and realized how stupid that was, even as one of the girls ran her fingers down Hiro's cheek. "Uh," he said again to blond man holding his arm, tucking his hand into his elbow.
"No need to be afraid, Shuichi. Bad timing is sometimes the greatest of gifts. Artists that die young and beautiful are never forgotten, you see?"
Shuichi tried to pull his and free, but just found the air too thick. It was as if he'd become two people, the pink haired singer leaning against the tall blond man and the terrified spirit clawing at himself, screaming at his body not to go up those stairs, not to tilt his head back that way, and turning towards Tokyo to call for help from his most trusted and loved source. "Eiri! Eiri, help me!"
His body felt fingers glide over his throat, icy cold breath on his skin. His spirit curled up tight against Eiri's sleeping body, face hid against his arm, one sleeping arm thrown over him protectively, even if it was just a spirit in his dream.
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