Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Seduction ❯ To enlist help... ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

*I do not own Gravitation or its characters. Although I wish I had K, I don't.*

*The first part of this chapter was taken from the last few moments of the OVA. I copied the english words from the moonlight song and wrote them down. I thought it would be much easier, whether or not it makes complete sense.*

This is the first time in a LONG time I have posted any kind of story down. My first Yaoi story as well. I usually stick with M/F. If people like my work and don't completely flame me, well then I will send out a few stories I have done. Please don't read it if you don't like Yaoi. Please no mean reviews I don't think my fragile heart can take it. Although constructive criticism is always appreciated. Thanks!


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He stared down at his cold hearted lover as the lights started to dim, and a single light fell down around him. A hand tentatively gripped the mic with slender fingers, and he gently exhaled as the lyrics flowed from his heart and head.



"When an orange moonlit night comes long..." He paused, feeling his heart soar. No longer would he be in his slump, and ultimately he had to thank Ryuichi Saguma for bringing him on stage.


"It reminds me of you. My cool, affected lines are lines that belong to someone else." He raised one hand while singing, feeling the intensity coarse through his body.


"I suddenly look up to see a silhouette. The light that lit your profile. Even now that pale light, for what am I waiting?" He focused on the familiar golden eyes, his heart racing. Everything seemed to slow down as he sang out from his heart.


"The room empty of you. Time alone echoes in my sleepless heart, like footsteps. Even now I'm waiting, alone. I'm stopped still. That moon we saw together that day. Where are you seeing it from now?" He let the solo from Hiro's guitar wash over his senses as he tilted his head down ever so slightly, breaking the eye contact of the only man he had ever loved. He felt invigorated, as it had been ages since he'd even been able to write a song, let alone come up with one on the spot. His grip tightened on the mic as he finished up the last part of his song.


"Even now I'm waiting. Alone, I'm stopped still. That moon we saw together that day, where are you seeing it from now?" He belted out the last line as silence washed over the crowd, which was watching in utter astonishment. Tears started to spread down a few of the girls' cheeks as they listened to this utter revelation of love through Shuichi. The lights dimmed slowly as the music started to fade, and Shuichi, for once in his life, felt as if he had accomplished something great. No way Yuki could tell him he has a horrible writer, not with the emotions he had just belted out.


He had made a decision to leave Yuki alone if he so wished it, even moving out of his apartment. But when he had locked eyes with Yuki, he knew he couldn't be apart from him. Yuki had once told everyone they were lovers. He was going to make it happen again. They would be together. Forever.



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The screen on the TV dimmed as the concert ended late that night. Yuki held his lover in his arms cradled gently and lightly stroked his shoulder. "Not too bad," he murmured as the screen faded.


Shuichi shifted slightly and looked up into those golden hues. "Yuki?" he whispered softly.


"Welcome home, Shuichi," his lover said in a soft tone, sounding almost happy.


He sighed with contentment. "Oh Yuki..." he practically purred, emerald green eyes sparkling with happiness.


"You were awake?" Yuki asked.


"Yuki, hold me!" the boy exclaimed, looking up with big eyes.


"I am holding you, stupid," Yuki said, slightly annoyed, but held his lover closer.


"Come on, hold me," Shuichi almost whined out loud.


"Man, what a pain. If you want me to hold you so much, let's move into the bedroom." The last part of that statement was almost a plea of yearning, spoken so softly like he was murmuring it gently through his lips.


"No, that's not what I mean," Shuichi whined softly again.


"You don't want to?" Yuki asked, a bit confused.


"It's not that I don't want to..." He trailed off, cheeks flushed as he met his lover's eyes.



"Then what is it?" Yuki asked tightening his grip around him.


"I just wanted you to hold me."


"I am holding you, you damn brat," he said, sounding a bit more irritated.


Satisfied finally, Shuichi cuddled back into his partner. Yuki sighed to himself. "You know, I told everyone we were lovers, and yet..." he trailed off, glancing down at Shuichi's sleepy form, and sighed to himself. Strong arms shifted him back against the couch so Yuki could lie beside him.


The only response was an embarrassed muffle of something incoherent. Yuki sighed. "Get some rest, Shuichi." He wrapped am arm around his waist and gently pulled him close as Shuichi drifted off to sleep, looking happy and pleased.


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He awoke the next morning, alone on the couch.. He sat up and glanced around the living room for, searching for Yuki. He sleepily rose to his feet, his light red hair disheveled, and scratched his stomach, yawning as he dragged himself down the hall to Yuki's bedroom. "Yuki!" he yelled out for him around the empty apartment.


When he met with no answer, he pouted and continued to search the rooms for Yuki. "Where the hell did he go?" Shuichi mumbled out loud. There was no note or message, so he slowly slipped on some clothes and trudged out of the house towards the studio. He had written one song, but still had to finish the rest of the album. He was, in this case, in better spirits than he had been before this. He had had a special and tender moment with Yuki, but it didn't please him to wake up and find that Yuki had gone somewhere without even a word.


When Shuichi arrived at the studio, he had to jump back as the studio door nearly smacked him in the face. There stood K with his hands on his hips, golden blond hair falling gently down his back from its high pony tail. His black glasses rested perfectly in place and gun holster with his pistol sat snugly in its case.


"Shuichi! There you are! Are you ready to make the greatest record of all time?" K grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into the room, smiling from ear to ear. "That concert last night was it! You're going to be bigger than Nittle Grasper now!" He was practically beaming. The only time Shuichi had seen K like this was when they sold 1 million copies with their first album.


"Um, yeah. I am ready," Shuichi replied, sounding a bit tired.


"You don't look so good, Shuichi." Hiro popped his head out from behind a plant that was sitting beside the couch.


"Oh, I'm fine, Hiro," he replied, giving him a small smile.


"Don't give me that crap. What happened? Oh, don't tell me Yuki is still being cold to you."


"No, I mean, I woke up and he wasn't there, but other than that, we were getting along great," Shuichi said, shrugging as nonchalantly as he could.


Hiro studied him for a few moments and finally left the subject alone. "Well, are you ready to get started on the rest of the album?"


"Um, sure." Shuichi didn't sound too enthused about it, but grabbed a pen and paper and started to draw doodles, nothing else coming into mind.


"Shuichi, really, what's the matter?" Hiro asked, placing a friendly hand on his shoulder.


He exhaled softly and bit his lip. "I think, Yuki..." he trailed off, his face flushing again.


"I think I know what you are going to say, Shuichi, and actually I am surprised you haven't done that already," Hiro said matter of factly.


His eyes snapped up to Hiro's. "What? You mean you think I should?" he almost choked out.


Hiro simply shrugged. "That is up to you. It doesn't sound like you are ready."


"What? I am too ready!" He exclaimed as jumped up defensively.


Hiro blinked at his sudden outburst. "Shuichi, it isn't a bad thing. I am sure Yuki understands."


It was as if a light went off into Shuichi's brain. "That's it, isn't it? He's being distant because I won't do that with him?" he whispered softly.


Hiro gave him a blank look. "I seriously doubt he would blow you off just for that."


Shuichi hadn't heard him at all. He was far too busy panicking. "AND WHAT IF I'M NEVER READY AND HE FINDS ANOTHER..."


By now, Hiro had stopped listening to Shuichi's frantic crying out. He simply shook his head, and sat back down, strumming his guitar. Shuichi dropped to his knees in front of Hiro, who raised an eyebrow and put his fingers over the strings to stop them from making sounds. "I need your help, Hiro," he choked out, as the misty substance started welling up in his friend's eyes.


Hiro nodded. "What do you need, Shuichi?"


"I just need help. I need to know what to do...if I was going to seduce someone."


Hiro blinked. He had loved Shuichi for a long time, but he had never asked him to do anything like this, and it made him a bit wary that his old feelings would redevelop. Seeing as how he was with Ayaka now, he didn't want her to find out. He sighed softly, not liking to see his friend in pain. "Fine, I will do whatever it is you ask."


Shuichi jumped up and hugged his friend tightly. "Thank you, Hiro."


Hiro nodded and hugged Shuichi back. "So you want lessons, huh?" A smirk spread across Hiro's face. One thing he was always good at was charming people. Men and women alike, if he so pleased it..


Shuichi nodded furiously, a huge smile on his lips.


"Well, then, you came to the master. Meet me here tomorrow, and I will teach you everything I know."


"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Shuichi said happily, feeling as if he was floating off the ground. "Tomorrow morning then!"




--I hope you enjoyed the first chapter at least somewhat.