Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Semblance of Peace ❯ Contemplation ( Chapter 1 )

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

Disclaimer: I don'town it, god quit asking! Why won't you leave me alone?

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Shuichi gazed lazily off the balcony of Yuki's apartment, the hot July sun beating on the back of his neck. He sighed audibly and looked down at the street in front of the building, slowly allowing the air in his lungs to seep out as he watched a couple of kids run past, shouting and laughing as they soaked each other with brightly colored water pistols.

“Hiro and I used to do stuff like that when we were kids,” Shuichi mumbled to himself, his words distorted slightly because he had his chin resting on his arms, which where folded over one another loosely on the rough cement ledge of the veranda.

The singer had tried just about everything to rid himself of the lonely ache in his heart. He had gone for walks, watched funny movies on TV, eaten way too much ice cream and finally just cried himself to sleep as he hugged Yuki's pillow to his chest. Nothing helped to ease his cheerless attitude. He and the novelist had never been apart for this long before and the distance was definitely taking its toll on Shuichi's disposition.

The normally bubbly, happy, enthusiastic vocalist was now listless, sluggish and detached from just about everything. Though Yuki was only up north in Hokkaido doing a promotional tour for his new book, it felt to Shuichi like his lover had gone to Venus or, perhaps some other distant planet that had yet to be discovered.

The singer was stuck home in Tokyo. Bored. Dejected. Alone.

`Mabey I should just call Hiro or something,' Shuichi thought, blinking inertly as a gentle breeze started to blow through the still, humid warmth of the air, `Mabey he'd want to come over or…go out, or…'

Another sigh intruded as Shuichi mulled over his options.

He could either hang around the house like a sequestered old hermit, waiting for Yuki to come home, or he could go out and do something. Two choices didn't leave much room for a picky singer's procrastination so he opted for the later and reached into his vest pocket to retrieve his cell phone, in all it's sticker encrusted glory.

A bird chirped slowly somewhere down below the balcony and far off near the main streets of the city, an irritated driver blasted his car horn.

Shuichi flipped open the sparkly phone with a practiced flick of his wrist and proceeded to dial Hiro's cell number.

He listened and counted the rings as he tapped his foot on the granite, suddenly impatient and eager to speak to someone.

“Come on, answer your damn—”

“Hello?” Hiro's voice suddenly cut in after the umpteenth ring.

“Hi, Hiro,” Shuichi said with just a fraction of his regular enthusiasm as he slid open the patio doors and stepped into the air-conditioned cool of the apartment.

“Hi Shuichi, What's up?” The guitarist asked cheerfully, hoping it might rub off on his dreary friend, “Let me guess, you're still bummed out because Yuki's gone, right?”

Shuichi sighed heavily and flopped down onto the couch.

“Yah,” He confessed sadly as he rolled nonchalantly over onto his stomach and grabbed a throw pillow to clutch under his chest, “I just can't seem to get myself to do anything about it though. I feel like a slug waiting to get stepped on.”

Hiro thought for a moment, trying to run his hand through his hair only to remember that he had it up in a ponytail because of the heat. He frowned and considered letting it back down when Shuichi sighed again, slowly dragging it out for the full depressing effect.

“Oh come on Shuichi!” Hiro said brusquely as he rolled his eyes and put his hand on his forehead in exasperation, “ It's not like he's never coming back you know! If you're lonely then mabey you should get a cat or something.”

Shuichi didn't want a cat; he wanted Yuki.

“But, Hiiirroo!” The kid wined pathetically, “I don't want a cat! I want my Yuki to come back home!”

The guitarist knew that he wouldn't hear the end of this until his friend's lover did return so he suggested that the two of them go out to see a movie.

Shuichi stopped wining and looked outside. He could see large, black storm clouds building ominously in the eastern part of the sky and suddenly he just wished Hiro was there with him. He really didn't care much for rainstorms, especially when he was by himself and the lights started to flicker.

“Uh…” The singer said indecisively, “Actually, Hiro I just looked out the window and the clouds over on your side of town don't look to friendly to me. It'll make it's way over here eventually so… mabey we could just hang out here tonight?”

Hiro sighed and finally tugged the elastic out of his hair after trying to run his hands through it for the fourth time in three minutes. When he was thinking he always liked to play with his long auburn hair, it calmed him down so he could concentrate fully on the problem he was trying to solve.

He strolled over to his own window and peered out through the blinds. There was a rolling storm cloud covering almost the entire sky. The red head knew that his friend didn't like storms.

` Understatement of the century,' Hiro mocked himself as he pulled a few silky strands of long reddish-brown hair through his fingertips.

“Alright Shuichi,” He said after a quick pause, “I'll come over and stay with you tonight if—”

“Yah!” The singer interrupted happily, his spirits raised, “You're going to come and prote— hang out with me!”

Hiro sighed again and laughed.

“If that's what you want,” He said lightly as he moved back over to his couch, “but I want to get you out of the house for a bit so you'll have to come and meet me half way there, alright?”

“Okay! Where do you want to meet up?” Shuichi asked, his voice seeming to sparkle like it did when they got their ten minute warning call before going on stage at a concert.

Hiro thought for a moment.

“How about that park by the NG building?” He suggested, “I'd guess that's about half way between your house and mine.”

Shuichi jumped off the couch, his spirits heightened and his ebullience almost at full capacity.

“Fine with me Hiro!” He said as he bounced into the main hallway and down to the closet near the bedroom door, “Are you going to drive your bike over or are you going to walk?”

Hiro hadn't thought about that.

“I suppose I'll bring my bike,” The musician informed the hyper kid on the other end of the phone, “It needs to get out of the garage more often.”

Shuichi gulped at the mention of the coming storm.

“Alright,” He said almost too normally, “Then I guess you'll get there first so just hang around and wait for me!”

“No problem,” Hiro laughed jauntily as he stood up grab his helmet, “I'll be waiting for you.”

“K,” Shuichi responded happily, “Bey Hiro!”

The guitarist said goodbye and flipped his phone closed as he prepared to head out.

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Hiro drove his motorcycle over to the NG building and parked in the underground parkade in his designated space. There was no point in it getting wet when it didn't have to and he could just walk over to the park.

The guitarist strolled causally over to the elevator and took it up to the first floor. He exchanged waves with the secretaries behind the front counter and continued on out the sliding front doors into the street. It had already started spitting and Hiro could hear the thunder rolling in the distance.

`Man are we in for some weather or what?' He thought as he picked up his pace and made his way down the street and over to the park gates.

He looked around for Shuichi when he passed through the decorative brick and wrought iron gates that surrounded the park, but as he had predicted earlier, the kid wasn't there. Lightening snaked across the sky as Hiro headed towards a bench under a willow tree and then all of a sudden the rain started to fall.

“Oh this is just great,” He sighed, tilting his head back as he started to get hit with the rain drops coming through the willows hanging bows.

With any luck Shuichi would have the sense to bring an umbrella with him, though Hiro doubted that his friend would think of something as trivial as that.

The guitarist remembered Shu telling him once that he liked the rain; that it inspired him. He wasn't sure why this was, but he made a mental note to ask his friend tonight.

The guitarist waited around under the tree for about ten minutes, sitting and periodically pacing, before he saw the distinct color of Shuichi's semi transparent green umbrella bobbing it's way through the park, his bright pink hair just visible beneath the milky green plastic.

“He actually brought an umbrella,” Hiro muttered before dashing out into the rain.

“Hey Shuichi!” He called, causing the green umbrella to stop and turn around.

“Hiro!” The singer said happily as a smile spread across his face, “I didn't know where you were so I started wandering around the park, but I found you…or…you found me…either way, you're here!”

Shuichi motioned for Hiro to join him under the umbrella and the guitarist took him up on his offer, though he was already thoroughly soaked thanks to the wonderful shelter the willow tree had provided from the rain.

They walked along back to the other side of the park, following the path and chatting together about this or that. The whole time Hiro couldn't help but feel he was missing something in his own life. Being with Shuichi was like…was like….it was a difficult thing for him to describe. He cared for Shuichi very much, but did that mean he was in love with him? Or did it mean that he loved him? Just a simple change of words and those sentences meant two totally different things. You could love some one, like a sibling or a parent, and then you could be in love with someone on a deeper level. Hiro wasn't sure where his feelings for Shuichi stood, and, though it hurt him to admit it because he was so happy that his friend had finally begun to get through to his track minded lover, there was always the possibility that he was in love with his friend. He really needed to lay off the daytime TV.

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Not really sure where this came from, I suppose they don't really come from anywhere…Mabey they do…

Yah I hope you liked it and I hope that you aren't afraid of a little heart break. R&R