Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Sorrowful sins ❯ chapter five ( Chapter 5 )

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

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation and I do not profit from these writings.
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Chapter five
Yuki’s pov
Sitting at my computer I couldn’t concentrate, I sat on my black leather recliner staring at the white document page with the cursor blinking rapidly, I would have glared at it if it wasn’t for the fact I was too distracted. My brain was just not working lately, wait this started a couple of days ago when ... when... I met that brat. Damn brat, I took a swig of my warm beer screwing up my face in disgust then stalking off to the kitchen to grab another beer, cold from the fridge. I noticed I had left the TV on which was currently displaying a band playing at a club house tonight, usually I wouldn’t care less, no matter how much Tohma tried to involve me but it was when I realised that the picture off the band had a very familiar face included.
It was that punk brat I helped. Damn he’s in a band; this damn cute looking brat was in a band?! Yes Eiri Yuki the famous author thinks this ‘damn brat’ is cute although he would never admit this. He does have a reputation to uphold you know. Looking back at the blank screen the still blinking cursor was not moving, was it mocking him. “Damn, you are mocking me aren’t you”? Stupid cursor. “Please just let me get some work done, Make me write something, a chapter at least”. Yes now he was begging, to who he didn’t know. He had a deadline that needed him to hand in a full manuscript in four weeks and he had barely done half the book. All he could think of was that stupid punk, the way he had shouted at him, slammed the door like any other woman that he had blown off, like a sensitive kid even. Shit he was not going to finish in time and his editor was going to be nagging him like hell, as if she didn’t do that enough already.
Two hours later he still hadn’t wrote anything. Oh boy was he not a happy man right now. He was desperate to get some work done. So he did what any grown man did when they were desperate. Yell at the screen and whack it gently over the top of the screen, growling when nothing but silence was his reply. “To hell with this!” he sat there not moving for a while, trying to relax in hopes of receiving some inspiration.
His thoughts quickly sped back to the pink haired singer whom he had taken an interest in. His amethyst coloured eyes and that beautiful smile and his oh so slender body. Just thinking of him made Yuki’s lips twitch into smirk. Yuki was promising himself he would not start an infatuation with the young singer. He needed to stop thinking of him, the way his pink lips turned into a pout, the way his precious amethyst eyes glared at him even though his glare just made him look even more cute and...‘Damn it he is tormenting me, that damn brat and he isn’t even here’.
I can still remember his hurt expression from the other day when he went storming out my apartment. He had got up after my little insult and went into one, just like a woman but he knew this was a younger man, not female at all, except for his slender body of course. I guess he has a female’s emotional drive. He must be really sensitive. Huh like I care. He is just a stupid singer, so to get my mind of said singer I decided to go for a walk which ended up at the cake shop on the high street. Even though many people don’t think it I have a really sweet tooth. So this cake shop is an ideal place to go to after a walk and doing lots of confusing not to mention agitating thinking.
Sitting down I ordered my favourite strawberry cheese cake, eating my treat with a drink of black coffee I came across a disturbing thought, of course this thought consisted of that damn singer. It was him eating damn strawberry cake with bits of the cream clinging stubbornly to his chin. That thought just made me want to lick that cream right of his skin while running a hand through his bright pink hair and...‘Ok that's enough of that’.

This is disturbing, moments ago I was calling him cute, the other day I wanted him out of my apartment, wanted nothing more to do with him and now I am saying he’s attractive and I want to do.....things to him, what the hell?. The waitress came over and took my plate and coffee cup “would you like anything else sir” she questioned. “Yeah another black coffee” I would have said ‘and make it quick’ but I thought I better sit thinking for a bit longer. She came back with my coffee and waltzed of to serve someone else. I started drinking my coffee and who should come round the corner but that damned annoying brat ‘Shuichi Shindou, of course he would, my day wouldn’t be complete without extra addition to my already started mental breakdown’ I scowled to myself, noting how as much as I wanted my thoughts to be sarcastic, they were more hopeful.
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