Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Semblance of Peace ❯ A Beautiful Friendship ( Chapter 4 )

In the midst of the storm, sat one very unhappy, very nicotine deprived novelist. Surrounded on all sides by cars and wanting to smoke so bad he could kill someone, he waited for the traffic in front of him to move.

 

Eiri sat there; irritatedly drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and gazing longingly out across the sea of cars at the cigarette and alcohol vending machines [1] on the sidewalk. God he just couldn't wait to get home so he could have two beers, five cigarettes and good fuck with Shuichi.

 

After having waited three hours for the weather to clear up enough for them to take off from Sapporo, Eiri's plane finally got up and into the air and landed just over two hours later at Narita International. The flight had been long, boring and, much to Eiri's dismay, smoke free. He nearly locked his jaw with all the nicotine gum he was forced to chew to alleviate his craving for cigarettes. The gum tasted like shit, but he took what he could get.

 

As soon as he got off the plane at Narita he immediately felt around his blazer for his smokes and, to his horror and mortification, found that he was out. The pack he thought had contained three of the deliciously toxic sticks was in fact, empty all along. He nearly went postal as he grumbled and griped his way over to the luggage carousels and out to the long term parkade to retrieve his car.

 

A thirty Minute drive toward home left him still sitting, still waiting, in the middle of downtown Tokyo traffic. God he just couldn't wait to get home.

 

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>& gt;>>>>>.

 

“H-Hiro don't! Please …stop...”

 

Hiro was past being satisfied with the relationship that he and Shuichi shared. He desperately wanted to show his friend exactly how he felt about him. This was the only way he could see that would achieve his goal.

He placed another kiss on the singer's collar bone and slowly worked his way up to suck on the patch of throat just under the boys chin.

 

“Shhh…” Hiro cooed as he absent mindedly trailed a hand down to Shuichi's right thigh, “I know you want this as much as I do.”

The pink haired vocalist shook his head.

“Hiro…No..I…I love Yuki. I care for you, I truly do, but I just…You're not him…and….”

 

“And what Shuichi? huh?” Hiro asked in a slightly aggressive tone, “What does he have that I don't? I mean…He…he's insensitive, he's mean to you, he insults your work, everything!…I just…Fuck!”

 

Hiro dislodged Shuichi rather roughly from his lap and jumped off the couch. Striding angrily over to the sliding patio doors, he threw them open and stepped out into the warm summer rain. He turned his head upwards and just closed his eyes as he tried to dissipate his anger, frustration and jealousy into the water pouring down on him from the thick black clouds above him.

 

Shuichi stared along the path that Hiro had taken, slightly shocked that his normally mellow friend had gotten so angry. The singer's heart hurt dearly now and it had nothing and everything to do with what had just happened. The truth of the matter, was that nearly everything Hiro had said was true. Shuichi hugged his shoulders and just tried to make sense of everything that was going on inside his head. His feelings and memories, dreams and fears all blended together and danced through his mind like northern lights dancing across Tundra skies. Each one was so beautiful and yet hurt him so badly deep down inside that he just couldn't bear it.

He scrambled off the couch, determined to follow his friend, when a sudden bolt of lightening sent him scurrying right back onto the couch. This repeated itself several times, each time Shuichi ending up back on the couch and Hiro wetter and wetter.

He finally mustered up all of his courage and forced himself out the doors and into the rain.

 

“Hiro come inside,” The singer said as he placed a hand on his friends soaking wet shoulder, “Please. Just come in and…we can talk about this okay?”

Lightning forked wildly across the sky causing Shuichi to flinch, but he held firm to Hiro's shoulder and asked the man again to come inside.

After a few minutes of continuous pleading, The vocalist finally managed to get his friend back inside, wrapped in a towel and sitting on the sofa.

 

“Shuichi listen to me… please…Just hear me out…” The guitarist started with the utmost sincerity as he reached out and took his friends hands in his own.

“I care for you…so much…and I see and hear what goes on with you and Yuki. Now don't think I can't see how much you care for him, because I do…but I know how much happier you could be if you were with me.”

 

Shuichi sat through this in utter silence. Hiro's continuing words of kindness and sincerity brought tears to his eyes and somewhere in his soul he felt angry with himself. That he should feel the same way for his friend.

Hiro had always been there, had always loved and cared for him, long before Yuki ever came into the picture. They were friends all their lives and so it was only natural that something like this would form between them. Shuichi felt ashamed of his love for Yuki, because he could see how much it hurt his best friend.

 

“Hiro…I do care for you. I want you to understand that, and I think that what you're saying is beautiful and that it really is coming from your heart of hearts…but….”

 

“No!” Hiro cried as tears flooded his eyes,” No but's Shuichi…This is all coming from my heart, from everything I've got in me! When I think of us growing up, all I can see is you smiling at me and laughing and I want that all to myself! I don't want you to share that with Yuki. You waste it on him and you bloody well know it!”

The guitarist was flat out bawling by now, but he kept on going. He pulled Shuichi close to him, crushing his friend in his loving embrace as he spoke.

 

“You give and you give and you give to that man and what does he give you? Nothing! He doesn't give a shit what happens to you, the only thing you are to him is a conveniently placed piece of ass that's available at his every beck and call. You mean so much more to me then that--”

`Slap!'

 

Shuichi was in tears now as well and his hand stayed raised, ready to dole out another smack if he had to.

Through a tear flooded voice stricken with grief came Shuichi's reply.

“Don't you EVER! Say something like that to me again! I don't care how much you think you know about Yuki and I, Hiroshi Nakano, but you will never!....ever! get through to me by insulting me and calling me a fucking whore!”

Just to drive the message even further and to alleviate some of his pent up frustration and rage, he slapped Hiro across the face again before collapsing to the floor and crying his eyes out.

 

Hiro put a hand to his face as he listened to Shuichi sob uncontrollably into his hands. What had he done? How could he have said such things to his friend who he claimed to love?

 

The guitarist was disgusted with himself. Disgusted with his actions and just needed to get away from Shuichi, before he did any more damage to what they already had together. As he got up and headed for the door, he realized something. Something that they had always had together, and something he had hoped they always would have between one another; A beautiful friendship.

 

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[1] You can buy anything from a vending machine in Japan. From Tooth brushes and leggings, to tobacco and booze. Here are some booze and cigarette vending machines in Japan. (side by side too. Coincidence? I think not)

[ http://laeren.zoggins.net/japan/galleries/pics/osaka/vendin g_machines-beer_cigarettes_closer.jpg ]

 

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>& gt;.

I know I know I haven't' posted in an eternity. I couldn't decided where I wanted to go with this one and so I just ignored it for like six months, but now I have finally settled on a decent ending and that will be that. I apologize also for the shortness of the chapter, but I promise more very soon.

Please stick around

~Bakayasha