Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Lost but not forgotten ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Lost but not Forgotten

Chapter Four

 

The pink haired individual frowned as he warily scanned the room, searching for anything out of the ordinary. This house didn't like him. He knew the others thought he was crazy but he just knew the building was out to get him.

 

`Yuki thinks I'm making it up for attention, but I'm not! We've only been here two days and already a bookcase collapsed, a lamp knocked over, several chairs have broken… While I was sitting on them,' Shuichi pouted as he rubbed his behind, `Those hurt too.'

 

“Listen up! Spirit, Ghost, Demon, Poltergeist, whatever you are. I don't know what I did to get you mad but could you please stop. Yuki's getting mad at me and I really don't want him to,” the singer called out.

 

Unknown to the male, two individuals were standing in the doorway. One rolled his eyes, cigarette dangling from his lips.

 

“I swear he's off his rocker. Although I suppose he's always been off. I'm not dealing with it anymore. You take care of him,” the blonde said. With one last drag from his cigarette the man walked off.

 

The long haired man sighed, brushing brown hair from his face. `I know weird things are happening but there has to be a logical explanation. One that does not involve the dead.' With that thought in mind the guitarist entered the room.

 

“So did anyone answer you?” he asked with a smile.

 

Shuichi frowned as he stomped his right foot. “I'm being serious here. There really is something out to get me.”

 

Hiro ruffled the pink hair before offering a hug, which the affectionate teen happily took. “It's been a long month with the new CD, all the tours, and interviews. You need to let your mind unwind. The house is old so I'm not surprised things are falling apart. It's not just you.”

 

“But it is! Every time I'm in a room something happens; same with Ryuichi. The ghost hates us!” Shuichi wailed.

 

“Don't cry, Shuichi. You've got it all wrong,” a voice exclaimed from the hallway. The older singer bounced into the room, running up to wrap arms around the two.

 

“What do you mean?” Hiro asked.

 

“He's just playing with us. He's a playful ghost. That's what Kumagoro thinks. And you know he's never wrong.”

 

The long haired teen forced himself not to roll his eyes. `I guess I should expect this from them.'

 

“Where is Kumagoro right now?” Shuichi inquired, a bit surprised that the ever present stuffed animal wasn't with its owner.

 

“He's taking a nap in the other room. Exploring wore him out. I told him if he slept more at night he would have more energy through the day but he doesn't listen.”

 

“I guess he's just excited that we're getting a break,” Hiro stated slowly, knowing well that it was best to humor the special singer.

 

Ryuichi gasped suddenly, his head facing the doorway. “Kumagoro! You can walk by yourself! I'm so proud of you.”

 

Every stare was towards the stuffed rabbit, which was walking into the room as if alive.

 

Ryuichi squealed as he got on his knees. “Come to daddy. You can do it!”

 

Hiro's face had gone pale as Shuichi shrieked, hiding behind his friend.

 

“Ghost!” the pink haired individual screamed before attempting to climb out the window.

 

“Shuichi, we're on the second floor,” Hiro exclaimed as he struggled to stop his hysterical friend.

 

“Kumagoro, why did you stop? Did you go back to sleep?” Ryuichi pouted as the stuffed animal dropped to the ground, lifeless.

 

A faint rustling sound was heard as the door slammed shut. A figure materialized on the other side, doubled over in laughter.

 

“I think you're having a little too much fun with all this,” a voice whispered.

 

The spirit turned, smiling faintly at the only human he would allow to see him. The teen shook his head as he made his way to his temporary room, knowing the ghost would follow him.

 

“Look, I know you're having fun but I really think you should lay off Shuichi for a bit,” Suguru stated firmly.

 

The translucent figure stared at the teen, his face giving away his thoughts.

 

“Yes I know its fun and he is annoying most of the time but it's really starting to bother him. Plus Yuki's getting mad,” the blue haired individual informed.

 

The spirit looked questionably at him. `Again with the Yuki comment. Just how bad is this guy?'

 

“Let's just say that Yuki is not very nice when he's upset and leave it at that,” Suguru added at the puzzled look, “I need to go help Hiro calm Shuichi down. Will you at least consider what I said?”

 

The spirit sighed inwardly as he nodded. Eyes followed the small figure as he left the room. `I need to get to the bottom of this Yuki business.'

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The invisible figure stared transfixed at the blonde. `What in the world is he doing?' He crept forward, leaning in to look at the unusual object. `He's typing on it. That's the weirdest typewriter I've ever seen. The words are going on the little box.'

 

“Yuki, are you going to come to bed?” a high pitched voice asked from the bathroom. Shuichi smiled as he entered the room clad in a pair of boxers and a slip of a tank top. He then wrapped his arms around his lover. “It's cold in here.”

 

“It's your fault, idiot. Why don't you wear something if you're cold?” the blonde remarked.

 

“You know I can't sleep in long sleeves. I end up getting too hot.”

 

“Just go to sleep, brat. Not another noise out of you; or you're out of here,” Yuki threatened. Frankly he was getting sick of the teen. `All this stupid nonsense about a spirit that was to get him; I swear he's lost it.'

 

He sighed as he returned to his laptop. `Why did I agree to go on this dumb trip? This first draft is due in a week. I don't have time for a break.'

 

The blonde jerked as a crash sounded behind him. He turned, glaring at the pink haired singer, who had managed to knock several books off the night stand.

 

“Sorry, I was shifting and…”

 

“Out! That was the last straw.” Yuki stormed over to the bed, dragging the small body out of it.

 

“It was an accident. I'm sorry, Yuki. Don't be mad,” the singer pleaded.

 

“Yes, just like everything else that happened in these two days were `accidents'. Oh wait I'm sorry that was the ghost right? You're just a childish brat and I'm not dealing with it now,” the blonde snapped as he tossed the teen out of the door, slamming it shut.

 

“I'm sorry, Yuki! I promise I won't make a noise. It's cold out here,” Shuichi wailed, the tears swelling up in purple eyes. He sniffed as he wrapped his arms around his knees, back facing the door.

 

The writer took a new cigarette out of his pack, lighting it. He took a deep drag before sitting back in his chair. “At least I have peace and quiet now.”

 

The spirit's face contorted in anger. He was so overcome with rage that the lights in the room flickered from negative energy. `How dare he! Sure that hyperactive idiot is annoying but that is no reason. You never treat anyone you care about like that.' A flash of blonde hair and a bright smiling face filled his mind before his face hardened in resolve. `Let's see how you like a ghost with an attitude haunting you.'

 

The lights continued to flicker in the room, the window thrown open with a mighty tug as the wind whipped at the blonde in the room. Yuki blinked in surprise before rushing over to close the window.

 

“What the hell?” he muttered. He frowned as he heard the sound of running water from his bathroom. The writer made his way to the bathroom, staring in disbelief at the both the tub and sink. “Water does not just turn on by itself.”

 

He took several deep breaths before turning both knobs, making sure they were turned as tightly as they could go. “Nothing happened. It was just the old house. Nothing more.”

 

Yuki returned to the room, eyes jerking around the room. “There's no one in the room. No flashing lights, no windows opening by themselves, no facets turning on.”

 

The blonde frowned as he noticed his laptop was facing to the side of the desk. He carefully made his way to it, golden eyes wide in shock. The whole screen was full of the same three words, typed over and over again. “Let him in.”

 

Yuki quickly checked the door, making sure it was locked. “I swear Shuichi if this is your idea of a joke I'm going to kill you.”

 

The lights suddenly began to flicker again, the window once more thrown open. The blonde went pale as his laptop rose to the air. “Ok, whatever you are, just set the laptop down carefully.”

 

The laptop turned towards him, the screen containing those same three words.

 

“I get it! I'll let the brat in!” Yuki growled, lunging for his computer. The laptop was tossed to the bed as the blonde was shoved against the wall. He groaned in pain, rubbing his back.

 

The writer shot up, reaching to bed. He looked the laptop over, sighing in relief that it wasn't broken. Yuki froze when he realized the room was silent. The window was had been closed and the lights were stable.

 

The blonde returned his laptop to the table before unlocking the door. Eyes softened as he gazed at the small shivering figure in the doorframe. He picked up his pink haired lover, carrying him back into the room. He tucked the teen into the bed, climbing in beside him.

 

“Yuki? You not mad anymore?” Shuichi murmured, his teeth chattering.

 

“Get some sleep. We're getting to the bottom of this house tomorrow,” the blonde stated firmly.

 

Shuichi nodded as he curled up against the lean body. Yuki frowned as he stared at his laptop. `I don't know what you are but mark my word I will not take this sitting down. No one messes with me and get away with it.'

 

TBC…

 

For anyone who likes Yuki I'm sorry. I just couldn't help myself. The muses don't seem to like him very much. *laughs* But as long as they actually write I'm not saying anything. ^^

 

 

Nagi: Okay… no lemon… or partial lemon this time... I was starting to worry about you ^_~