Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Letting Go ❯ Chapter 1
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By: whiteguineapig25 
This a prequel to my short story Regrets. Yuki gets a phone calling telling him that Shuichi has been in an accident.
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.24.2006 | Updated On: 03.01.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 866 | Status: Work In Progress
This a prequel to my short story Regrets. Yuki gets a phone calling telling him that Shuichi has been in an accident.
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.24.2006 | Updated On: 03.01.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 866 | Status: Work In Progress
a/n: i now have a beta reader. Thanks go to pinkbunny11 for looking over this for me. If there are any more mistakes than they are mine.
The night that he received the call, it had felt as though he were dreaming. Everything that been right in his world was suddenly snatched away from him, and the only thing that he could think about, was the words that had been exchanged right before Shuichi had walked out the door...
"I don't care how long you'll be gone, just that you are out of my hair," Yuki snapped as he grabbed a beer from the fridge.
"But Yuki, we won't be back for a month, can't you at least give me a nice goodbye," Shuichi cried as tears filled his eyes.
"No. I can't. You've been making a nuisance of yourself ever since you learned you had to go on this tour," Yuki informed him as he walked back to his study. He had an angry expression on his face, and he looked like he could care less if Shuichi stayed or left.
"F-fine," Shuichi whimpered, trying to keep his tears in long enough to get out the front door. He did not want the last moment that he saw Yuki to be through tear filled eyes...
He turned, and picked up his suitcase up from where it had been sitting by the front door. Just before he walked out, he looked one more time at Yuki to see if he was going to change his mind, but he was met with the same contempt, and cold expression that he had been getting all night.
"Goodbye... Y-Yuki..." Shuichi whispered, as he walked out the door and out to where Hiro was waiting for him...
The whole time he could feel tears pouring down his face... He had made up his mind. After this tour, he was moving out. He had slowly slowly begun to realize that Yuki was never going to give him the love that he so desperately wanted from him...
When he had climbed up behind Hiro, he struggled to get himself under control. Hiro gave him a concerned look, but Shuichi just shook his head and snuggled closer to the back of his best friend. He felt the heat, seep into his cold hands, and he felt like he had come home... Here was someone who loved him, for who he was, and accepted him with all his faults. He still loved Yuki, but he was slowing dying inside... He felt like a plant that was getting some light, but not enough to keep it alive... And as he felt the familiar thrum of the motor between his legs, he vowed to try and do better for himself. He knew that he would never be able to forget Yuki, but he hoped to find someone that would love him without conditions...
Yuki flinched, as he watched the door close, and heard the soft thump that it had made, as it settled into place... It had sounded so final the way that Shuichi had said goodbye... Yuki shook off the chills that had crawled up his spine, and walked back into his study to try and finish his novel.
Throughout the following days, he could not seem to shake off the feeling that he was never going to see Shuichi again. Every time he laid down, he reached across the bed, for the familiar warmth of his lover, only to feel nothing but cold sheets. It had never been like this when Shuichi had gone on tour before... The closing of that door had seemed like an important chapter of his life was ending...
And every morning, he awoke, expecting to hear the familiar sound of Shuichi rushing to get ready for work. His clothes and all his personal belongings were still there, but the life and warmth that Shuichi had seemed to bring with him, was gone...
The night that he received the phone call he had felt like something tragic had happened, but he just shook it off as superstitious nonsense. At first the gravity of the news didn’t sink in, but as he sat there with the words running through his head, he realized that his worst fears had come to pass.
“Yuki, I need you to sit down if you are not,” came the concerned voice on the other end of the line.
Yuki rested his hip on his desk, refusing to believe what he was being told. “No, just tell me what happened,” Yuki demanded, none of the anguish that he was feeling showing in his voice.
“There has been an accident, the bus that Shuichi had been on hit an icy patch on the road and lost control. There has been no report yet if anyone survived. The bus had been traveling on an steep mountain road and when they hit the ice the bus spun out of control and crashed down the mountain.”
“All right, then call me when you have more news,” Yuki said in a strangely calm voice. Inside he was shaking, it had finally sunk in that he might never see his lover alive again. There had been so much left unsaid between them. And he was running out of time to tell Shuichi how much he had meant to him.
“Yuki, are you going to be alright?” came a worried voice, through the phone he still held.
“Yeah, I'm fine, I will talk to you later.” Yuki said as he dropped the phone back into its cradle and mechanically walked over to look out the window. There front of him was a blizzard, but all Yuki saw was his life slipping through his fingers. He had already lost someone that had been close to him, and now he was losing another, and there was nothing he could do about. He leaned against the window, and as he looked out into the cold dark night, he let out the tears that he had been holding in as he talked on the phone. He cried for the lost chances and for the young life that had been taken too soon. Eventually, he made it to bed, but that only brought back more memories he would rather not face. As he laid there, he remembered all the times that he spent with Shuichi in the very bed he was laying in, and all the times he had kicked him out it for some stupid reason or another. When sleep finally claimed him, he was haunted by images of Shuichi laying bleeding in a ditch somewhere.
Yuki was woken upfrom his restless sleep by the telephone. As he groggily reached for it he wondered why it felt like his head was stuffed with cotton and his eyes burned. Just as he was reaching to pick up the phone the night before came rushing back to him.As he remembered crying himself to sleep, he picked up the phone hoping for good news.
The night that he received the call, it had felt as though he were dreaming. Everything that been right in his world was suddenly snatched away from him, and the only thing that he could think about, was the words that had been exchanged right before Shuichi had walked out the door...
"I don't care how long you'll be gone, just that you are out of my hair," Yuki snapped as he grabbed a beer from the fridge.
"But Yuki, we won't be back for a month, can't you at least give me a nice goodbye," Shuichi cried as tears filled his eyes.
"No. I can't. You've been making a nuisance of yourself ever since you learned you had to go on this tour," Yuki informed him as he walked back to his study. He had an angry expression on his face, and he looked like he could care less if Shuichi stayed or left.
"F-fine," Shuichi whimpered, trying to keep his tears in long enough to get out the front door. He did not want the last moment that he saw Yuki to be through tear filled eyes...
He turned, and picked up his suitcase up from where it had been sitting by the front door. Just before he walked out, he looked one more time at Yuki to see if he was going to change his mind, but he was met with the same contempt, and cold expression that he had been getting all night.
"Goodbye... Y-Yuki..." Shuichi whispered, as he walked out the door and out to where Hiro was waiting for him...
The whole time he could feel tears pouring down his face... He had made up his mind. After this tour, he was moving out. He had slowly slowly begun to realize that Yuki was never going to give him the love that he so desperately wanted from him...
When he had climbed up behind Hiro, he struggled to get himself under control. Hiro gave him a concerned look, but Shuichi just shook his head and snuggled closer to the back of his best friend. He felt the heat, seep into his cold hands, and he felt like he had come home... Here was someone who loved him, for who he was, and accepted him with all his faults. He still loved Yuki, but he was slowing dying inside... He felt like a plant that was getting some light, but not enough to keep it alive... And as he felt the familiar thrum of the motor between his legs, he vowed to try and do better for himself. He knew that he would never be able to forget Yuki, but he hoped to find someone that would love him without conditions...
Yuki flinched, as he watched the door close, and heard the soft thump that it had made, as it settled into place... It had sounded so final the way that Shuichi had said goodbye... Yuki shook off the chills that had crawled up his spine, and walked back into his study to try and finish his novel.
Throughout the following days, he could not seem to shake off the feeling that he was never going to see Shuichi again. Every time he laid down, he reached across the bed, for the familiar warmth of his lover, only to feel nothing but cold sheets. It had never been like this when Shuichi had gone on tour before... The closing of that door had seemed like an important chapter of his life was ending...
And every morning, he awoke, expecting to hear the familiar sound of Shuichi rushing to get ready for work. His clothes and all his personal belongings were still there, but the life and warmth that Shuichi had seemed to bring with him, was gone...
The night that he received the phone call he had felt like something tragic had happened, but he just shook it off as superstitious nonsense. At first the gravity of the news didn’t sink in, but as he sat there with the words running through his head, he realized that his worst fears had come to pass.
“Yuki, I need you to sit down if you are not,” came the concerned voice on the other end of the line.
Yuki rested his hip on his desk, refusing to believe what he was being told. “No, just tell me what happened,” Yuki demanded, none of the anguish that he was feeling showing in his voice.
“There has been an accident, the bus that Shuichi had been on hit an icy patch on the road and lost control. There has been no report yet if anyone survived. The bus had been traveling on an steep mountain road and when they hit the ice the bus spun out of control and crashed down the mountain.”
“All right, then call me when you have more news,” Yuki said in a strangely calm voice. Inside he was shaking, it had finally sunk in that he might never see his lover alive again. There had been so much left unsaid between them. And he was running out of time to tell Shuichi how much he had meant to him.
“Yuki, are you going to be alright?” came a worried voice, through the phone he still held.
“Yeah, I'm fine, I will talk to you later.” Yuki said as he dropped the phone back into its cradle and mechanically walked over to look out the window. There front of him was a blizzard, but all Yuki saw was his life slipping through his fingers. He had already lost someone that had been close to him, and now he was losing another, and there was nothing he could do about. He leaned against the window, and as he looked out into the cold dark night, he let out the tears that he had been holding in as he talked on the phone. He cried for the lost chances and for the young life that had been taken too soon. Eventually, he made it to bed, but that only brought back more memories he would rather not face. As he laid there, he remembered all the times that he spent with Shuichi in the very bed he was laying in, and all the times he had kicked him out it for some stupid reason or another. When sleep finally claimed him, he was haunted by images of Shuichi laying bleeding in a ditch somewhere.
Yuki was woken upfrom his restless sleep by the telephone. As he groggily reached for it he wondered why it felt like his head was stuffed with cotton and his eyes burned. Just as he was reaching to pick up the phone the night before came rushing back to him.As he remembered crying himself to sleep, he picked up the phone hoping for good news.