Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Seven Days ❯ Missing You ( Chapter 4 )

Seven Days

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation…or so my therapist says

Genre: Romance/Drama

Rated: T if you aren't mature enough to deal with homosexual relationships, go away

Type: Complete

Summary: Shuichi's had enough, he finally leaves Yuki, but Yuki wants him back. Now Eiri's got 7 days to see if he can win him back or live without him. (YukixShuichi)

 

Chapter Four: Missing You

 

`I don't need to chase after him. In a few days he'll come crawling back, and if he doesn't well then I guess I'll find someone to replace him.' Eiri thought pulling up his driveway, and getting out the door only to walk into an empty house.

 

“I've finally had enough! I don't want to be hurt by him anymore.” Shuichi said finally.

“Are you sure?” Hiroshi asked.

“Yup.” Shuichi replied crossing his arms.

“Do you still love him?” Hiro had to ask.

“Yup, no wait! I mean no!” Shuichi replied trying to convince himself along with Hiro, but Hiro wasn't fooled, but he refused to press the matter.

“Let's just head to the studio, we have a lot of work to do before the tour.”

Shuichi nodded. `No more Eiri Yuki, no more Eiri Yuki.' He repeated over and over again in his head as he clung to Hiro's back while he sped down the street on his motorcycle. The pair walked into the studio awaiting the arrival of Suguru Fujisaki, Bad Luck's skilled keyboard player, and their eccentric manager K.

 

“Shuichi, I think we need to talk.” Hiroshi began walking towards N-G studio's elevator.

“Talk about what?” Shuichi beamed pressing the button that pointed up.

“You, breaking up with Eiri Yuki.”

Shuichi's happiness faded away. “Why? What's wrong with me breaking up with him? We obviously weren't meant to last. He probably would've dumped me eventually anyway.”

“Shuichi, you don't know that. After everything you two have done too be together and you're just going to throw it away?” Hiro asked stepping into the elevator.

“Hiro I don't want to talk want to talk about it.”

“I think you need to, you're not alright. I can tell that you're hurting inside. I know you're not ready to let him go.”

Shuichi took a deep breath. “I know. I'm not ready, but I have to be, because Yuki's ready to let me go.”

 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Three days…Three days, seventy-two hours. Three days, seventy-two hours, forty three thousand twenty minutes. Three days, seventy-two hours, forty three thousand twenty minutes and seven hundred seventy four thousand, six hundred seconds. That, was how long it had been since Eiri Yuki had seen or spoken to Shuichi, his, former lover.

 

They hadn't really officially broken up in Yuki's opinion, but the message left on the answering machine by Shuichi two days prior was beginning to make him think otherwise.

“Yuki…It's taken a while for me to decide this but…I don't want to be your lover anymore. I don't think we should be together anymore, if we ever really were together. We…I keep getting hurt…by you. And I don't want to anymore. I want to be with someone who can love me. I don't think you love me, and that's why I left. Sayonara Yuki… aishite imasu.”

 

Shuichi had whispered the last part, but after listening to it several dozen times, he heard it. Possibly the last time Shuichi was ever going to tell him that he loved him.

 

Ever since Shuichi left Yuki, he had to put up with countless visits from his elder sister. He tried to convince her that he was fine, and wanted nothing more than to be left alone, however once she demanded that she hear the message she had insisted upon a lot of things.

“You should come live with me for a while, `til you get over the breakup.”

`Like I need Tohma hanging all over me.'

“No.”

“Can I make you something to eat?”

`You suck at cooking, we both know that.'

“No.”

“Can I get you anything at all?”

“No, piss off I'm fine alright?”

So basically he hadn't had any contact with anyone since then. Seguchi had come around every so often, but would leave fairly quickly when Eiri refused to open the door to let him in.

Yuki got up from the couch that he was stretched out lazily upon and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He walked into the bathroom and stared bleakly at his reflection. He looked like shit.

He had massive trash bags under his eyes from sleepless nights. His hair was looking neglected and he was in desperate need of a shower and a shave. `What the hell has happened to me?' He thought turning on the tap and pouring cold water on his face.

 

“Hirooooo! Time to get up!” Shuichi sang happily.

“Well you're certainly very energetic despite all things that have happened.” Hiro mumbled into his pillow.

“Get up! Get up! Get up!” Shuichi chanted shaking Hiroshi.

“Okay, okay. I'm up.” Hiro replied rising from the sheets and stretching lazily.

Hiro yawned as Shuichi jumped around the room, spinning and twirling with happiness.

“Shu-chan, where did this sudden burst of energy come from?”

“Well, we're going on tour in two days aren't we?” Shuichi beamed.

`His act isn't fooling me. He may be smiling but his eyes are full of hurt and sadness. He's really torn up inside.' Hiro thought.

 

`Dammit…I miss him…I need him.'

`You should've thought of that earlier.'

`Go away. I really don't need your bullshit right now.'

`Why? Find it hard to be depressed with me in your head?'

`…'

`Stop moping.'

`I'm not moping. I don't mope.'

`…MOPE! MOPE! MOPE!'

`I'm not fucking moping!'

`This is what made him leave, this attitude of yours, it's really got to change.'

`Get lost.'

`Go get him back.'

`I can't.'

`Why not?'

` Cause he dumped me!'

`I know that certainly came as a surprise.'

`Shaddup.'

`Still if you don't try, Shuichi will just find someone else.'

`No he won't.'

`Oh yeah? How much do you want to bet?'

“Nothing cause he won't.'

`Shu-chan's in demand!'

`How do I get rid of you?'

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“Why aren't you two working?” K demanded barging through the sound proof recording room, his gun waving wildly. Shuichi yelped and jumped into Hiroshi's arms.

“I'm sworry K, wee were gowing too!” Shuichi squeaked while having K's gun shoved in his mouth.

“I book you a sold out concert tour and you don't even have the decency to practice.” K sighed putting his gun back in its holster.

 

“Maybe we should just quit while we're ahead.” Suguru exhaled loudly and turned to walk out the way he just came in. K's gun cocked vociferously as he pressed it into the back of Fujisaki's head.

Suguru sighed once again, “Fine then, let's get to work.”

 

Yuki spent the day dully staring at his computer screen. It had been days since he had submitted anything to his editor, Kanna Mizuki, and her phone calls were endless. He rubbed his temples for the thousandth time that day and leaned back in his chair. Things, were not looking good.

 

“Obieta mezuki de iradatsu omoi uwaki na kaze ni hakisutete

hibi-wareta rojou ni toketa SHIGUNARU wa kizuato dake nokoshite-iku”

 

{With a terrified look in the eyes, spit those irritated feelings into the fickle wind

The signal that melted into the cracked roadway is leaving only a scar behind.}

 

“Madoronda NOIZU ga asu o keshi-saru mae ni

yabou ni hibiku kutsuoto o oikakete”

 

{Before the drowsy noise blurs away tomorrow,

chase after those ambitiously resounding footsteps.}

 

“Doko ni mo tomaranai

mitasanai Emotion SHIKATO kimete oikose yo--

 

{That unfulfillable emotion that never settles down somewhere

just decide to ignore it, then overtake it--}

 

“I'm sorry everyone.” Shuichi said softly into the microphone. “I guess I'm not in a singing mood today.”

“I bet I could get you in a singing mood!” K replied reaching for his gun, but Hiroshi shook his head, no, at him.

“Shuichi what's wrong?” Hiroshi asked setting down his guitar in its stand. “Do you wanna take a break?”

“I- - I don't think going on tour right now is such a good idea.” Shuichi replied so quietly that his voice was barely audible.

“What do you mean?” Their apprehensive producer Sakano asked.

“I mean…I think that it may be the end of Bad Luck…”