Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Sorrowful sins ❯ chapter four ( Chapter 4 )
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By: baka-kei 
Shuichi is saved by the ever intruiging novelist.
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 08.09.2006 | Updated On: 06.29.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 309 | Status: Completed
Shuichi is saved by the ever intruiging novelist.
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 08.09.2006 | Updated On: 06.29.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 309 | Status: Completed
Sorrowful sins
Chapter four
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation and I do not profit from these writings.
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I was about ready to welcome my oncoming fate when a familiar voice was heard from the entrance to the alley way, direct and meaning business:
“Let the kid go"
Chapter 4
That voice, I could have smiled but I wasn’t too sure I wanted to be saved by him, to let him see how weak I am, how pathetic I am. “I said let the kid go or did you dick shits not hear me” his voice wasn’t entirely angry, just seemed cocky, controlling and very uncaring, the little bit of hope that surrounded my heart when I had recently though of the stranger vanished all of a sudden, leaving behind disappointment once more.
“Who are you to give orders, this kid is nothing to do with you” this came from The biggest attacker that I presumed was in charge, most of the hits had been from him, I had my head bent down a bit as I was too tired to try to lift it, not really wanting to meet the eyes of the man that had been so much on my mind, noticing in this position that the ‘boss’ of this little gang now had some dried blood on his knuckles along with what I’m sure was one of my hairs tangled around his cheap golden ring.
“The fuck he isn’t, he’s my younger cousin you fucked up moron” His voice was dripping with sarcasm and I could just about see his face with an annoyed glare, obviously this had ruined his evening making me mentally snort at the irony. My vision is getting dimmer, I’m really tired, and I can feel pain spread of my stomach, face, neck and shoulders where as my mouth felt numb.
The hands gripping my arms moved letting my battered body fall to the ground limp, I didn’t have the energy let alone the will to get back up or even shift to see my blessed -saviour-. The group of men hadn’t moved but I heard scuffling, a few fists hitting flesh and for a split second worried who would win the fight. Then there was only silence until my whole world went black and I drifted into an unconscious state. The last thing I heard was that sounded like muttering of the stranger then someone crouching next to me and after a moment that lasted way too long I felt a finger running across my cheek, wiping away some of my earlier tears.
When I came too my head was throbbing, my whole body ached and after I passed out last night I realised I didn’t know where I was, but it didn’t feel like the alleyway ground I had blacked out on. Opening my eyes I am greeted with an unfamiliar room, knowing it to not be my own. I sat up on an unfamiliar couch with a blanket over me. I tried to get up but jolts of pain shot up my body causing me to sit back down again, giving a long cry of pain.
“You should stay sitting down you are going to be sore a while” I know that voice. I struggled to find my words. “W..w...who a..re you?” my voice coming out raspy and painfully affecting my throat.
“Heh, and here I was thinking the first thing you would ask was ‘Where am I?’” I looked over from my sitting position on the couch to see him sitting in an armchair several feet away with a cigarette in hand and glasses covering those eyes I so loved to see.
“Well where am I anyway” I asked. “You’re at my place, I brought you here and let you rest on my couch, don’t get any blood on it” this took me back a bit, that cheeky little....I didn’t continue my line of thought as sudden memories shot through my mind making me gasp.
“The last thing I remember was hearing a fight and s-someone kneeling beside me, what h-happened?” I dreaded the answer but all the same I needed to know.
“I beat the crap out of them in short” his answer was kind of blunt as though he is not ashamed of beating someone up then leaving them there, though his behaviour so far makes that unsurprising to me really.
“Um...” Not knowing his name made thanking him for saving me rather hard at the time so I opted for just silence or hoping he would kind of catch on to my problem.
“Eiri Yuki, my names Eiri Yuki” he stated. “Oh well thank you Yuki-san for....saving me” a blush crept its way onto my face as I trailed off from speaking realising he had seen me so vulnerable and had held me, brought me here in his arms , I felt embarrassed as well in front of the object of my recent dreams and fantasies.
“So you can stay here till your ok to walk without too much trouble and then you can go” He says it so casually. Like he didn’t care that I had no way of getting home, not knowing this area. “Oh um thank you Yuki-san, By the way my name is Shuichi Shindou” I cannot control this damn blush, my face heating up so much. I already know he had noticed but just hope he doesn’t ask why. “So can you walk yet brat?” his harsh words hit me like a stone. He already wanted me gone, was I a burden to him, I guess so, I feel like that to everyone.
“Hey what happened to little niceties, I’m in shock here...” I kind of shouted this and I should not have been saying that after he helped me and all but I could not help it he just went and said that and I felt all pissed for some reason, maybe because I really knew he didn’t want me here, I had just made trouble for him and he wanted me gone quickly.
“What? Do you have a problem with that brat?” he smirked at me and gave a little hand gesture towards the door, “You know where the door is”.
“Fine....bastard” the last word muttered under my breath. With that I got up and although I had pain shooting through every joint I managed to walk to the door. Opening it I turned around the pain visible on my face and said “I don’t need help from an arrogant ass like you!” I walked out slamming the door behind me and walked into a nearby elevator. Once inside I slumped against the wall holding the little back wall railing for support, my arms being the only part of my not screaming to go back to sleep, despite the pain and the bruises that formed up near my shoulders.
Struggling to get home I managed to stop at coffee shops or benches along the way to rest but eventually managed to get back in one piece no less. Once home I collapsed on the bed with tears fresh at my eyes and fell into a painful deep slumber which was sure to be full of the man I Can’t seem to forget, my hateful saviour, that bastard.
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Chapter four
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation and I do not profit from these writings.
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I was about ready to welcome my oncoming fate when a familiar voice was heard from the entrance to the alley way, direct and meaning business:
“Let the kid go"
Chapter 4
That voice, I could have smiled but I wasn’t too sure I wanted to be saved by him, to let him see how weak I am, how pathetic I am. “I said let the kid go or did you dick shits not hear me” his voice wasn’t entirely angry, just seemed cocky, controlling and very uncaring, the little bit of hope that surrounded my heart when I had recently though of the stranger vanished all of a sudden, leaving behind disappointment once more.
“Who are you to give orders, this kid is nothing to do with you” this came from The biggest attacker that I presumed was in charge, most of the hits had been from him, I had my head bent down a bit as I was too tired to try to lift it, not really wanting to meet the eyes of the man that had been so much on my mind, noticing in this position that the ‘boss’ of this little gang now had some dried blood on his knuckles along with what I’m sure was one of my hairs tangled around his cheap golden ring.
“The fuck he isn’t, he’s my younger cousin you fucked up moron” His voice was dripping with sarcasm and I could just about see his face with an annoyed glare, obviously this had ruined his evening making me mentally snort at the irony. My vision is getting dimmer, I’m really tired, and I can feel pain spread of my stomach, face, neck and shoulders where as my mouth felt numb.
The hands gripping my arms moved letting my battered body fall to the ground limp, I didn’t have the energy let alone the will to get back up or even shift to see my blessed -saviour-. The group of men hadn’t moved but I heard scuffling, a few fists hitting flesh and for a split second worried who would win the fight. Then there was only silence until my whole world went black and I drifted into an unconscious state. The last thing I heard was that sounded like muttering of the stranger then someone crouching next to me and after a moment that lasted way too long I felt a finger running across my cheek, wiping away some of my earlier tears.
When I came too my head was throbbing, my whole body ached and after I passed out last night I realised I didn’t know where I was, but it didn’t feel like the alleyway ground I had blacked out on. Opening my eyes I am greeted with an unfamiliar room, knowing it to not be my own. I sat up on an unfamiliar couch with a blanket over me. I tried to get up but jolts of pain shot up my body causing me to sit back down again, giving a long cry of pain.
“You should stay sitting down you are going to be sore a while” I know that voice. I struggled to find my words. “W..w...who a..re you?” my voice coming out raspy and painfully affecting my throat.
“Heh, and here I was thinking the first thing you would ask was ‘Where am I?’” I looked over from my sitting position on the couch to see him sitting in an armchair several feet away with a cigarette in hand and glasses covering those eyes I so loved to see.
“Well where am I anyway” I asked. “You’re at my place, I brought you here and let you rest on my couch, don’t get any blood on it” this took me back a bit, that cheeky little....I didn’t continue my line of thought as sudden memories shot through my mind making me gasp.
“The last thing I remember was hearing a fight and s-someone kneeling beside me, what h-happened?” I dreaded the answer but all the same I needed to know.
“I beat the crap out of them in short” his answer was kind of blunt as though he is not ashamed of beating someone up then leaving them there, though his behaviour so far makes that unsurprising to me really.
“Um...” Not knowing his name made thanking him for saving me rather hard at the time so I opted for just silence or hoping he would kind of catch on to my problem.
“Eiri Yuki, my names Eiri Yuki” he stated. “Oh well thank you Yuki-san for....saving me” a blush crept its way onto my face as I trailed off from speaking realising he had seen me so vulnerable and had held me, brought me here in his arms , I felt embarrassed as well in front of the object of my recent dreams and fantasies.
“So you can stay here till your ok to walk without too much trouble and then you can go” He says it so casually. Like he didn’t care that I had no way of getting home, not knowing this area. “Oh um thank you Yuki-san, By the way my name is Shuichi Shindou” I cannot control this damn blush, my face heating up so much. I already know he had noticed but just hope he doesn’t ask why. “So can you walk yet brat?” his harsh words hit me like a stone. He already wanted me gone, was I a burden to him, I guess so, I feel like that to everyone.
“Hey what happened to little niceties, I’m in shock here...” I kind of shouted this and I should not have been saying that after he helped me and all but I could not help it he just went and said that and I felt all pissed for some reason, maybe because I really knew he didn’t want me here, I had just made trouble for him and he wanted me gone quickly.
“What? Do you have a problem with that brat?” he smirked at me and gave a little hand gesture towards the door, “You know where the door is”.
“Fine....bastard” the last word muttered under my breath. With that I got up and although I had pain shooting through every joint I managed to walk to the door. Opening it I turned around the pain visible on my face and said “I don’t need help from an arrogant ass like you!” I walked out slamming the door behind me and walked into a nearby elevator. Once inside I slumped against the wall holding the little back wall railing for support, my arms being the only part of my not screaming to go back to sleep, despite the pain and the bruises that formed up near my shoulders.
Struggling to get home I managed to stop at coffee shops or benches along the way to rest but eventually managed to get back in one piece no less. Once home I collapsed on the bed with tears fresh at my eyes and fell into a painful deep slumber which was sure to be full of the man I Can’t seem to forget, my hateful saviour, that bastard.
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