Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ This I Promise You ❯ Evil Inhibitions ( Chapter 3 )

This I Promise You

Prequel to: Because of You

Written by: Chocho

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or the song “Rhythm of Love”

Story summary: Everybody assured him Rinjin Yasashii was just another obsessed fan with a crush and that there was nothing to worry about. Little did they know how wrong they all were.

Chapter summary: Just the mere thought of that man is enough to stop my heart…I will make him mine! Just you watch.

Songs: “Rhythm of Love”, Scorpions

Warnings: M-preg, explicit sex, language, violence, angst

Key: [Blah] or Blah blah blah: flashback/dream

BLAH or Blah: stressed words

*: change in POV or time

 

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Chapter 3: Evil Inhibitions

 

 

Hearing that could rival a cats is what woke Shuichi at dawn. That and the fact that his internal clock was buzzing annoyingly, refusing to let him sleep a second longer. Sometimes he wished he could hit the snooze button like he used to, but over a decade of waking up with the birds had ingrained and trained him to be up at the same damn time each and every damn day.

 

A couple of good things came with this “talent”. One, Eiri did not have to “wake” him up. Waking Shuichi up, in Eiri's mind, consisted of kicking him out of bed. Two, he could actually get to the studio on time, which meant he did not have to hear Suguru bitch and complain. Though, he had to admit, it was funny as all hell to rile the young manager and music arranger. Shuichi chuckled.

 

Manager. Shuichi shook of his head as he padded as naked as a jaybird into the bathroom. It was still a little weird to think of the younger man like that. It had been…Shuichi paused by the shower, deep in though…seven years now, or was it eight, since K-san left?

 

Shrugging, the singer turned on and adjusted the water. Once it was hot enough to turn the bathroom into a sauna, Shuichi stepped under the needle-like spray. Tossing his head back, he sighed contently as the water hit his face. Dropping his head forward, he suppressed a moan as the spray massaged his aching muscles. He had not felt this tense after a night of sex in a very long time. A hot blush spread across his face as he recalled in vivid detail the events of the night before. There had been no gentleness, no sweetness, no desire for innocent love making in his system last night. It had been an animalistic urge. That was the only way to describe how he felt. Unfortunately, one memory led to another and before he knew it, Shuichi remembered what led to such an animalistic urge for the writer to claim him like it was mating season.

 

Paling, a shudder raced down Shuichi's spine. He hugged his arms about himself and leaned against the wall, shivering. The steamy bathroom had suddenly turned chilly.

 

The nightmare was nothing more than an obscure memory now. He could not recall clearly the intense fright that had consumed him. He could not remember what had been so frightening. It was just a blur at this point. Well, that was not entirely true. Usually he could not remember anything about his dreams, but this time there was something he could remember. A face.

 

Long and oval, the complexion pale and ghostly white. His nose pinched at the bridge and flared widely at the nostrils making a large triangle in the center of his face. Those narrow, dark chocolate brown eyes staring at him with an all too familiar hunger that made the singer squirm uncomfortably even now. The wide lips were tilted at the corners, imitating the gleam in those devious eyes.

 

It was a face Shuichi saw each and every day on his way to work in the morning, when he returned home at night and sometimes it followed him throughout the city. That face caused Shuichi to break out in a cold sweat and cringe in fright. The world slid off its axis every time Shuichi caught even the smallest glimpse of him and not in the good way. It did not even have to be him. Just something or someone that reminded him of the man would cause Shuichi's stomach to heave in protest. As it was doing right now.

 

“Oh god,” Shuichi moaned as his insides felt as if they were roasting. Bile filled his mouth like a leaky faucet. Feeling suddenly lightheaded and dizzy, Shuichi tumbled onto the stool with his eyes squeezed tightly and hung his head between his knees.

 

Eiri and Hiro both knew how Rinjin-san made him feel and both thought the same way about his uneasiness. Because of the singer's history with overzealous fans- “overzealous” being an understatement- the two men believed he had become used to jumping at shadows and had turned into someone that only saw the bad things in a person. Shuichi had been stalked, hunted, haunted, watched and chased. He had fans that loved him a little too much and others who just plain hated his guts for one reason or another. So yes, he had become a little weary of people he did not know! What, did they want him to remain an innocently naïve moron for the rest of his life? Please! Who the hell were they trying to kid?

 

Because of these oh, so sweet fans, he learned to spot a psycho among the regular populace. In Shuichi's mind, the one person that should be feared the most was the mad, psychotic fiend who appeared as normal, sane and in control as the next guy. He became in-tuned to the true natures of people. Whether Eiri and Hiro wanted to believe it or not, Shuichi knew his new neighbor was not some gentle, kind man that should be invited over for afternoon tea!

 

The problem was how could he explain his uneasiness? Answer, he could not, not to the satisfaction of his lover and best friend anyway. That was why he stopped talking about it to them, why he did not bother bringing it up or wasting his breath, time and energy trying to explain his nightmares anymore to them. It was why he always lied when they asked. Lying to the two people that meant the world to him was the hardest thing in the world to do! But what was he supposed to do? Every time he did bring it up, or even tried to, they would tell him he was being an idiot and would tune him out!

 

Instead, he poured his heart and problems out to the other members of Bad Luck, his twin cousins Shiro Kei and Kai and their half-American friend Michael Kagawa-Montgomery.

 

After K-san left to manage another band at America's XMR Records under the direction of Reiji several years ago, Seguchi Tohma allowed his young cousin, Fujisaki Suguru, to take over as Bad Luck's manager on a trail basis while still keeping his job as the band's music arranger and keyboardist. Unfortunately, the pressure and stress were too much for the young man to handle and something had to give. In the end, that something was playing synthesizer.

 

That decision left the band in a real bind. When, at a family gathering, Shuichi expressed this latest development and newest crisis, he was surprised to learn that his younger cousins along with their half Japanese-American exchange student friend had started a band and were looking for a singer. After a meeting with Hiro, Suguru and Sakano-san, the boys were brought in and given a screen test. They passed with flying colors and the rest is history.

 

Kei, Kai and Michael were more open and willing to listen to Shuichi. They, unlike the singers best friend and lover, did not judge or jump to conclusions. They did not slap him and call him names like he was still that idiotic eighteen-year-old. They knew what the man had gone through as one of the world's most recognizable people and trusted his judgment but like Shuichi, they had no idea what to do.

 

“He hasn't done anything,” Michael confessed with a helpless shrug.

 

The twins nodded. “If you're right about him…” Kei started.

 

“…unfortunately, there's nothing anyone can do until he does do something,” Kai finished.

 

But by then, it might be too late.

 

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The sounds of Bad Luck's latest single filled the quiet of the apartment. It was a cover of an old Scorpions song. When the final cords echoed into silence, the sounds of an electric guitar filled the quiet as the song began yet again.

 

Let's spend the night together

I know you want it too

The magic of the moment

Is what I've got for you

The heartbeat of this night

Is made to lose control

And there is something in your eyes

That's longing for some more

Let us find together

The beat we're looking for

 

 

Blissful silence.

 

It was one of the best things to hear coming through the paper-thin walls that separated the Shindou-Uesugi residence and his own. The next best sound was the oh, so tantalizing sounds of high pitched, snarling voices that snapped and screamed at one another. It was rare to hear that perverted writer and his brainwashed koibito arguing but it was like music to Yasashii's ears when it did happen. Every time they fought, he got his hopes up that maybe, just maybe this time would be the day his sweet, little nymph god would see reason and the error of his way and leave that psycho bastard. Yasashii would be right there to comfort the singer. He would let the younger man cry on his shoulder while he held him close and tight, their bodies pressed intimately together. He tried not to remember that every time they did fight, which they did like cats and dogs, they always ended up making up, which they did just as loud and rambunctious and with the same high-pitched, snarling, snappish screams.

 

The rhythm of love

Keeps me dancing on the road

The rhythm of love

Got the groove that hits the bone

The rhythm of love

Is the game I'm looking for

The rhythm of love

Is the heartbeat of my soul

 

Yasashii found himself growing hard as his pictured his soon to be koibito. He could see the younger man splayed on his back in the middle of the large feather down quilted bed surrounded by thousands of rose petals. Yasashii pictured himself standing over Shuichi who would draw his knees up and spread his legs in invitation, a soft look of adoration on his face as his stared longingly up at him. Crawling on all fours onto the bed, Yasashii would make love to his beautiful, angelic singer. It would be soft, gentle and sweet. He would teach the man what it really meant to be in love, to truly have a soulmate.

 

Yasashii was not aware of when he started it but as he stood in the cool spray of the shower, he found himself making love with his hand. He pumped, jerked and stroked himself with an ever intensifying vigor as in his minds eyes he saw himself thrusting into the hot, tight cavern between his Shu-han's legs, hearing him moan and cry out in ecstasy.

 

Let's reach the top together

One night will never do

An exploding shot of pleasure

Is what I've got for you

Why don't you close your eyes

And let your feelings grow

I make you feel the taste of life

Until your love will flow

Let us find together

The beat we're looking for

 

A deep moan gurgled from his throat as one last thrust sent them both crashing over the edge.

 

Yasashii stumbled forward, catching himself with a hand on the wall. Breathing heavily, he blinked, trying to focus. Masturbating to an image, a fantasy playing in one's head, was not as satisfying as the real thing and Yasashii vowed that some day real soon he would have the real thing.

 

The rhythm of love

Keeps me dancing on the road

The rhythm of love

Got the grove that hits the bone

The rhythm of love

Is the game I'm looking for

The rhythm of love

Is the heartbeat of my soul

 

Let us find together

The beat we're looking for

 

Shuichi's voice faded into silence. As Yasashii stepped out of the shower, rubbing himself dry with a fluffy pink towel, the opening cords poured through the apartment and the song began yet again. “Let's spend the night together…”

 

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