Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Love's Painful Truth ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Title: Love's Painful Truth

Author: Daxemon

Fandom: Gravitation (yaoi)
Pairing/Characters: Yuki/Hiro

Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: The Maki Murakami is the creator of Gravitation and I will do my best to not soil her creations with my filthy thoughts…….well maybe just a little. I'll make sure to clean them up afterwards. Obviously these guys don't belong to me or anyone but Ms. Murakami.

A/N - I dedicate this chapter to my Significant other and my BETAS PriyaLaLita and Ladyfeather{their fics are awesome, check 'em out on ff.net} I appreciate their patience and yours. Hopefully my readers haven't completely abandoned me. Enough blabbing on to the update.

 

Love's Painful Truth

Chapter 7

 

 

Hiro looked up as an all too familiar ringtone sounded throughout the studio from where Shuichi was currently standing.-Well, standing wouldn't really be the right description, it was more like bouncing. Everyone knew that ringtone, it was the one that Shuichi had specifically chosen for Yuki's calls.

 

“YUKI!” Shuichi answered with a squeal of delight. “Sure Yuki…but…no…okay, I understand. Alright, goodbye. Oh … Yuki? Hello, Hello?” After snapping his phone closed and looking more than a little deflated, Shuichi plopped down on one of the couches that were scattered through the studio.

 

Suguru had been going over the song list for their next tour when the call came in. Moving from his keyboard to behind Shuichi, Suguru asked snidely, “What, your boyfriend cancel some hot date or something?”

 

“Something like that.” Shuichi answered a little absently, looking down at his cell phone, which still occupied his hand. He looked like he was almost willing it to ring again, and have Yuki retract whatever he had just said to him.

 

Hiro felt a slow tingle of anticipation start to form in the pit of his stomach; his nerves were so piqued that he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. It took all his willpower to not jump up and leave the studio to take the call. Hiro already knew who was calling and his whole body went warm at the thought. Just as quickly it faded when he looked up and saw the disappointment etched into his best friend's face. Hiro felt his throat constrict with guilt, but at the same time his mind was betraying him with erotic thoughts of Yuki.

 

After what seemed like an interminable amount of time, rehearsal came to an end. Hiro made a beeline for the studio door to go find some privacy to check his phone. As he was about to walk through the door he heard Shuichi call him, causing his heart to plummet.

 

“Hey Hiro!”

 

“Yeah?” Hiro answered, turning around to look at Shuichi while fighting the urge to just run out the door and not look back.

 

“Are you doing anything tonight? It seems that Yuki's occupied and won't be coming home until tomorrow, you wanna come over?” asked Shuichi, his face full of hope and not wanting to be alone.

 

Hiro's heart seized up in his chest and it actually physically hurt to breathe. But breathe he did and said what he knew would be the one thing he shouldn't. “Sorry Shu...but I can't-”, Hiro answered, but was cut off by his best friend before he could continue.

 

“That's okay, I should have know you would have had plans. Have fun and I'll see you tomorrow, alright?” Shuichi said as he passed Hiro on his way out the door with his usual backpack slung over his right shoulder. He looked exactly the way he did when they were in high school together, minus the uniform of course, and it broke Hiro's heart; and within that moment Hiro felt a loss greater than he ever thought anyone could feel. As he raised his hand to unconsciously reach out to Shu his phone went off again, snapping him out of his painful train of thought. Catching one more glance of Shu's back as the door closed, Hiro reached into his pocket and extracted his phone. Seeing he had received two text messages from none other than Yuki his Benedict Arnold of a heart actually fluttered with happiness.

 

The messages were of course telling Hiro to come to Yokohama. The second one seemed to imply that if he hurried that there would be a gift waiting for him. A small smile ghosted across Hiro's face before it faded quickly; the sense of loss from turning Shuichi down was still there, overriding the beginnings of any happiness that he may have gotten from Yuki's text messages. Abruptly the phone went off again in his hand; it was another message from Yuki. Hiro pressed the button to read the message and it said:

You better be on your bike and heading here and not be standing around. You know I don't like to wait.

-Y

Hiro stood there, soon realizing he was actually grinning and that any uncertainties that he may have held had vanished. He pressed reply, typed one word, then walked out the door:

 

Fine

-H

 

 

Hiro slipped into his heavy black biker jacket as he made his way to his bike, and was just putting on his gloves when he heard a click next to his head, a familiar click he recognized as one of K's Desert Eagle's being cocked.

 

“K?” Hiro said freezing in place and turning slowly to his right coming nose to barrel with K's favorite toy. Hiro realized with little effort he could actually look down the barrel of the Desert Eagle and see the round that was waiting patiently to be fired. With some difficulty he swallowed the lump that had firmly lodged in his throat. “C-can I help you K?” Hiro asked in a small voice as he did his best to lean away and to the left, which of course was useless as the barrel tracked his every movement.

 

Suddenly the Desert Eagle was gone and Hiro found himself almost nose to nose with his manager, almost flinching with the abruptness. “Hey Hiro.” K greeted him, his voice filled with friendliness. Too much friendliness Hiro surmised and felt his hackles rise.

 

“K.” Hiro acknowledged waiting, not knowing what to expect from his sometimes 'off the wall' manager.

 

“Can I walk with you?” K asked, his voice still filled with that weird friendliness that unnerved Hiro to his core.

 

“S-Sure.” answered Hiro and watched as K eased back to a tolerable distance.

 

“Shall we?” K requested, extending his hand like a Maitre D' at a fancy restaurant.

 

Without answering Hiro started to walk again, keeping a wary eye on his manager. After a few feet K began to speak.

 

“So how have things been with you Hiro?” K asked nonchalantly, almost too much so, as he continued to brandish his 'pet', taking out the small cloth that he always polished them with incessantly.

 

“F-fine.” Hiro answered a little shakily. K never was his favorite person to be around alone, he was too much like his toys. You never knew when he could go off, and Hiro knew that K could be very treacherous if he was pushed. It unnerved him even when he didn't have a huge secret to hide.

 

“Good, good.” K replied and then fell back into silence for about a minute before he spoke again as he polished and admired his gun. “Because you know your personal life is your business and the Band is mine, but if said personal life were to interfere with the Band - well then I may just have to make it, my business as well.” K spoke with his voice still laced with that tone of friendliness, which made Hiro's blood run cold.

 

“K?” Hiro questioned, stunned and unsure of what else to say. 'Did he know?' Hiro wondered.

 

K turned from where he stood about three feet in front of where Hiro had come to a dead stop, resting his gun on his shoulder so it aimed upward and away from Hiro. “Don't worry Hiro I doubt that your personal life would endanger the future of Bad Luck. Right? ” K asked benignly, his face showing outward concern that never quite reached those clear predatory eyes that now bored into Hiro.

 

Hiro didn't know what to say, so he just looked at K in stunned silence, not being able to read K's face. Not knowing what he knew or if he did how much. Before Hiro could utter anything K did it for him.

 

“I didn't think it would. You know what? I think you guys deserve a day off. You've been working pretty hard so take tomorrow off. I'll let the others know. Enjoy your day off Hiro.” K said as he holstered his Desert Eagle and headed back the way they'd come, towards the NG building, patting Hiro on the shoulder as he passed.

 

Hiro stood where he was for about thirty seconds before he took off at a run. The only thought in his head was that he wanted - no needed - to see Yuki.

 

 

A/N continued - I'm sorry I haven't posted in a long time, but RL came down hard. I actually fractured my left foot and just started my physical therapy. My muse didn't abandon me, but she seemed to take a well needed vacay and is now back, via my BETAS and my significant other who wondered recently if I had begun writing again and did not let him in on it, lol. He's so great. Well anywho I'm back up and running and hope to crank out more chappies in a timely manner. Depending on my BETAS.

 

Later