Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ This I Promise You ❯ The Results ( Chapter 23 )

This I Promise You

Prequel to: Because of You

Written by: Chocho

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation

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: Shuichi sniffed and chuckled. “Other than having no energy and throwing up several times a day? Fine.” Dr. Amano laughed. “Well, you may as well get used to them, Shindou-san because they aren't going anywhere any time soon.”

Warnings: M-preg, explicit sex, language

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

BLAH or Blah: stressed words

*: change in POV or time

 

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Chapter 23: The Results

 

 

“…instrumental version of `The Rage Beat'. It'll start with just Hiro on the acoustic guitar, Suguru'll play the piano, and then we'll add an orchestra towards the end. They'll finish the piece, extending it into some transition piece while the rest of us get ready for `Spicy Marmalade'. It'll be full out! Lights, fireworks, dancers!” Shuichi looked around him at his friends and band mates. He was grinning and bouncing up and down, barely able to conceal his excitement. He stood at the head of the long conference table, his back to the windows, addressing his band the next day at NG studios. He was vaguely aware of his bodyguard, Marcus, standing by the door across the room from him. “So, what do you think?”

 

Hiro nodded, impressed. “I gotta admit, that sounds pretty damn cool, man.” Kai, Kei and Michael agreed. Suguru was another story, but it was one they heard countless times before.

 

“I don't know, Shindou-san. I mean, if we had more than two weeks, we might be able to pull this off, but with only two weeks?” The diminutive manager/synth player shook his head.

 

“C'mon, Fujisaki,” Shuichi said, slapping his hands on the table in the conference room. “Where's your sense of adventure?”

 

“Shindou-san…”

 

“It's not like I'm forcing you all to learn a new song! We've played them a hundred zillion times!”

 

“He's right, Suguru,” Hiro told the man.

 

“It'll only be you on the piano and Hiro on his acoustic guitar at the beginning anyway,” Kai explained. “The rest of us don't have to worry about doing anything.”

 

Kei nodded. “Until we get into position to do `Spicy Marmalade'.”

 

“Right,” Kai said with a nod. “Yes, we'll have to come up with a transition piece, but that shouldn't be too hard.”

 

“We could always ask the violinist if they have any suggestions, ya know?”

 

Shuichi nodded. “That's a good idea. It would free us up to concentrate on other things.”

 

“The only thing the rest of us have to worry about is playing `Spicy Marmalade'. Which should be a no brainer,” Michael added. “Like Shu said, we've played it about half a zillion times.”

 

Suguru sighed and flopped back in the chair, running his fingers through his hair. He leaned his head back and stared at the drop down ceiling, thinking. They made it sound so easy. Not only did they have to work on two songs, they had to figure out a viable transition piece, talk with the makeup artist, the costumer, set designer, choreographer, lighting crew, pyrotechnic experts, dancers, security…They also had to find a doctor and physical therapist for Shuichi just in case his own could not be present.

 

That had been Eiri's one stipulation to letting Shuichi do this. Both had to be present the day of the show and through out all the rehearsals. When he asked Shuichi, Eiri and even his cousin, they refused to say why. Nobody was talking. He figured it was because it had not been that long since the accident and Shuichi was not fully back to normal, but there was something else. He just was not sure what.

 

Suguru sighed is resignation. “Fine. Fine. We'll do it.”

 

“Yes,” Shuichi cried out, throwing his hands in the air.

 

Kai, Kei and Michael whooped and clapped, laughing at their success.

 

Hiro clapped his friend on the back, grinning. “You're a good man, Suguru. You made the right decision.”

 

Suguru snorted. “I hope so,” he muttered. Otherwise, it was his head. He sighed heavily, running his fingers through his hair. “Alright,” he announced, slapping his hands on the table and standing up. “I'll make some calls and see if I can round up an orchestra on short notice. In the meantime, why don't we run through `Spicy Marmalade'. Tonight, I'll try to come up with some changeover pieces and tomorrow we can do a complete run through.”

 

“Sounds good,” Hiro agreed with a nod, standing up.

 

“I can't wait to get started,” Kei announced. The others agree wholeheartedly.

 

Shuichi smirked happily. It was all starting to come together. He just hoped they could pull it off.

 

Suguru gathered his papers together and tapped them into a neat pile as the others, all talking at once, trooped out of the conference room. “I sure hope this doesn't blow up in our faces,” he muttered.

 

“Don't worry, Fujisaki,” Shuichi smiled broadly, slapping the younger man's shoulder as he walked into the hall, Marcus shadowing his every move.

 

“Shindou-san, are you sure you want to do `Spicy Marmalade'? I mean, I don't mind doing it, but it hasn't been that long since the accident. Why not do-“

 

Shuichi waved away his manager's concern. “Don't worry, Fujisaki. It'll all come together.” Slapping his younger friend on the back again, Shuichi vanished into rehearsal studio 2.

 

As he walked towards the sound booth, he watched Hiro, Kai, Kei and Michael through the windows unnoticed and smiled. Kei sat down at the piano and started doing an imitation of Stevie Wonder. He laughed at his friends ridiculous antics, but then slapped a hand over his mouth. He fled out of the studio and raced to the bathroom as the breakfast Eiri forced him to eat this morning returned on him, vaguely aware that Marcus was hot on his heels.

 

*

 

Spitting into the toilet, Shuichi used his cane to help him get to his feet. As he limped to the sink, he heard the toilet flush behind him, getting rid of all the evidence that he had thrown up. He leaned his cane against the wall and cupped his hands under the faucet, which came on automatically. Splashing water onto his face, he used his hands as a cup and rinsed out his mouth. Sighing, he gripped the sides of the sink and closed his eyes, hanging his head over the white porcelain bowl.

 

A hand crept to his belly and lightly traced lazy circles as his stomach began to settle back down. He still had not figured out what he was going to tell the guys about his pregnancy. Eiri had taken it surprisingly well, but would the others take it as well?

 

Sighing, Shuichi snagged some paper towels from the dispenser and patted his face dry. Grabbing his cane, he limped out of the bathroom and returned to the rehearsal studio.

 

*

 

The elevator pinged and the doors slid open. “See you guys tomorrow,” Shuichi said as he headed towards the black jeep Tahoe parked right besides the elevators in the underground parking garage.

 

“Bye, Shu,” they all waved.

 

The singer slid into the backseat of his husband's jeep. His bodyguard shut the door behind him before getting into the front seat. With a squeal, the car was soon out of sight.

 

Michael sighed enviously. “It must be great,” he commented as he headed towards his car, his keys jangling in his hand, “to have a chauffer drive you around everywhere.”

 

“Shu doesn't drive,” Hiro reminded the bassist as he stood besides his motorcycle. “And Yuki-san can't drive him around twenty-four seven. Because of who he is, he can't very well use public transportation. He'd be mobbed. He does have his bodyguards now, but Marcus and Blade make Shu stand out even more than he already does.”

 

“Ya know,” Kai said, “I don't know whether to pity Shu or feel envious.” He shrugged and got into the car.

 

Kei started his brand new car and just sat, listening to it purr. Hiro and Michael chuckled. Kei's new sports car had cost a fortune and a half, but it had been well worth it according to Kei. It was his new baby. When his brother slapped him, Kei chuckled and tore out of their parking spot and out into the street with a loud squeal from the tires.

 

“See ya in the morning,” Michael said as he too vanished into the early evening traffic.

 

Hiro turned to see Suguru deep in thought. “Suguru?”

 

Suguru snapped out of his thoughts and blinked. “Huh?”

 

“Is everything okay?”

 

“Oh, yeah. I was just wondering if we can really pull this off.”

 

“Don't worry about it. I'm sure Shuichi knows what he's doing. He wouldn't have suggested doing something he knew he wouldn't have a snowball's chance in hell of accomplishing.”

 

“I'm sure you're right, but…I still can't help wondering.”

 

Hiro nodded in understanding. “I know, but Shuichi is a remarkable person. You should know by now not to underestimate him.”

 

Suguru nodded. He knew Hiro was right, but there was something that has been bothering him. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“Have you noticed anything odd about Shindou-san?”

 

“Odd? Like what?”

 

“I don't know, just...Never mind. I'll you tonight, Hiro.” The diminutive man slid into his car and pulled away with a wave.

 

Hiro frowned after the man. What had that been about?

 

*

 

“Tadaima,” Shuichi called as he entered the apartment. Toeing off his shoes, he called singsong, “Eiri! Eiri!” He slid into his slippers and walked into the living room. The whole apartment was dark but for a lamp in the corner of the living room. “Eiri?”

 

As he searched the apartment, he turned on every light he could in an attempt to try to quell the rising panic he felt. Like the guilt he felt over the deaths of his bodyguards, the dread and fear that gripped him occasionally when his husband was not around was something that Dr. Hikari had not been able to rid him of completely. Shuichi himself did not understand why he got like this, but Dr. Hikari said that his abandonment issues were in response to how Eiri had treated him early on in their relationship. The writer had ingrained it in Shuichi's mind that eventually, he would leave him. And that was Shuichi's biggest fear; that he would be left alone, that everybody he cared about would desert him. It did not matter how many times or how many ways Eiri told him he loved him. That fear was always there and always would be.

 

It did not seem as if his husband was home. Where could he have gone? He had not said anything about having to go anywhere. Had something come up? Shuichi paled. Had he been hurt? Had something happened? He could be-

 

Shuichi violently shook those thoughts aside. He had to try to calm down and think rationally. Eiri had finished the final draft of his story the day before and had been going over it one last time before he sent it to Mizuki-san, his editor. Maybe he finished sooner than he thought he would and decided to hand it in, just to get it over with. Eiri had said something about speaking with their lawyer again as well. Shuichi knew he had not gone to see his psychiatrist. Eiri had not seen her in years, but he could have gone out for a walk. These sane thoughts did not make him feel any better. The irrational side of his mind was stronger and bullied his way to the forefront.

 

With a heavy heart, Shuichi flopped down onto the couch and stared blankly at the television, trying desperately not to think.

 

I stepped out of my bedroom, hearing Eiri snoring softly. Shutting the door behind me, I tread quietly down the hall into the spare bedroom. Silently, so I did not wake up my sleeping angels, I tiptoed across the carpeted room to the white crib. I reached inside and touched my baby's soft, warm cheek.

 

Suddenly, a shrill ringing shattered the silence of the apartment. My heart beating wicked fast, I straightened and listened. The ringing continued. It sounded like the phone, but the sound was distant.

 

I went out into the hall and listened as the shrill ringing echoed through the apartment. I could not tell where it was coming from. If it was the phone, then as I made my way back down the hall to the master bedroom, it should get louder, but it did not. The tone remained far-off.

 

Turning around, I headed downstairs and into the kitchen. Maybe the extension in the bedroom was broken or something. That would explain why the ringing sounded so far away, because the extension in the kitchen would be the only phone in the house, other than their cell phones.

 

As I neared the phone, I realized that it was not ringing and yet the ringing was louder here then it had been upstairs. What was going on? My hand reached out for the phone and everything started to fade…

 

Violet eyes fluttered open. Sitting up, Shuichi sniffed and scrubbed a hand over his face. It was only then that he realized he had been crying. Wiping at his tear stained face, he dragged his fingers through his hair and sighed.

 

He jumped, startled, as a ringing swept through the house. A hand over his racing heart, he went into the kitchen and grabbed it mid-ring. “Hello?” he greeted, his voice thick from crying.

 

“Shindou-san,” came a female voice over the line.

 

Shuichi blinked, trying to place the voice. “Yes.”

 

“Hi, this is Dr. Amano. I'm sorry for calling so late.”

 

Dr. Amano? Who-? His eyes widened and his heart started beating faster. “Oh, yes, Dr. Amano. That's fine. How're you?”

 

“I'm doing great. How about yourself?”

 

Shuichi sniffed and chuckled. “Other than having no energy and throwing up several times a day? Fine.”

 

Dr. Amano laughed. “Well, you may as well get used to them, Shindou-san because they aren't going anywhere any time soon.”

 

Confused, Shuichi blinked. “What?”

 

The doctor laughed again. “Congratulations, Shindou-san. You are indeed pregnant. Ten weeks to be exact.”

 

Shuichi felt numb with shock.

 

“Shindou-san?”

 

He was pregnant. “Are you sure?” he asked in a serious, calm voice. This did not seem real at all.

 

Dr. Amano chuckled. “I'm sure, Shindou-san. I want to set up an appointment to have you come in to have a sonogram, all right? There's something I want to check.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“When is good for you?”

 

“Actually, the next two weeks I'll be busy getting ready for a concert. So, anytime after that.”

 

Dr. Amano sighed. “I was hoping to get you in as soon as possible.”

 

Shuichi scratched his head, thinking. “Well…”

 

“How about tomorrow at five-thirty? I usually have hours until five, but because of your special circumstances, I think it'll be best if you came after hours. Can you do that?”

 

Bad Luck really had a lot to do within the next two weeks in order to get ready for their performance on the MCVMA's, but then Eiri had made it clear that he wanted him to take it easy. He was sure that the guys would want to continue until the wee hours of the morning, but knowing Eiri, his husband would storm NG if he did not show up within half an hour of the appointed time that he set for him. Having an actual excuse for bailing would help alleviate the guilt. “Sure. Sounds good.”

 

“Alright. Then, I'll see you tomorrow.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“Goodbye and congratulations, Shindou-san.”

 

Shuichi blushed and laid a hand on his belly. “Thanks, Doctor. Goodbye.” He pressed the talk button, set the phone down on the table behind him, and stared blankly into space.

 

A baby.

 

Dr. Amano said he was ten weeks pregnant. That would mean the baby was conceived that first night home. A hot blush spread across his face as he recalled just how it was conceived.

 

A baby.

 

He was going to have a baby, Eiri's baby? Tears filled his eyes. A sob shattered the silence of the kitchen. He clamped a hand over his mouth as tears tickled annoyingly down his face. He could not believe it! His other hand rubbed lazy circles over his belly. There was a life inside here? Another person growing inside of him that he and the love of his life had created?

 

Shuichi laughed through his tears, a huge smile on his face.

 

“Definitely derision,” said an unexpected voice.

 

Yelping in surprise, Shuichi swung around to see his husband standing in the doorway, a smirk on his face and his arms crossed over his chest. “Eiri,” he breathed over a pounding heart. With a face wet from crying, Shuichi tossed himself at his husband.

 

Eiri hugged his husband back. Tipping Shuichi's head back, he kissed him firmly on the lips. “What are you crying for this time?”

 

“Dr. Amano called,” Shuichi cried through his renewal of tears. He sniffed and wiped futilely at the drops of water that fell down his cheeks. He could not stop himself from smiling.

 

His heart pounding, Eiri held his breath.

 

“We…we're going to have a baby!”

 

Eiri blinked, staring at his husband in incomprehension. “What…did you…say?”

 

Shuichi's eyes sparkled and a huge smile caused his face to glow. “A baby, Eiri! A baby,” he cried, tears spilling down his face.

 

“A…baby. We're…”

 

Feeling lightheaded, Eiri stumbled around Shuichi and flopped into a chair. He stared blankly down the hall, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he and Shuichi had created a life together and it was growing right now inside of the man he had promised to love, honor and cherish five months ago. He had known it was a possibility, but…A possibility was not fact, was not reality.

 

He blinked, startled out of his thoughts as a worried face was suddenly inches from his.

 

“Eiri? Are you okay?”

 

Eiri reached out and traced the lines of Shuichi's face lightly. A gentle smile graced his face. Cupping the side of Shuichi's face, Eiri ran his thumb over his lush, full lips. Dropping his head, he kissed Shuichi chastely then enveloped him in a hug. Pulling away, he cupped Shuichi's sexy face and stared deeply into those vivid violet eyes. “I love you, Shindou Shuichi.”

 

Shuichi smiled sweetly. “I know,” he whispered, throwing his husband's words back at him.

 

Taking Shuichi's small hands within his, Eiri stood up and pulled his husband to his feet. Scooping the singer into his arms, he captured his lips and kissed him slowly, gently and deeply. Shuichi wrapped his arms around his husband's neck and kissed him back. Eiri carried the singer through the house and up to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him without breaking the kiss.

 

He crossed the room and set Shuichi down gently on the bed. The singer used his arms and feet to push himself backwards, until he was in the middle of the bed. Eiri followed him, the kiss becoming hungrier and more demanding. Eiri pushed Shuichi back and lay down on top of him, between his parted legs. Their hands fumbled with their clothes, ripping at them and tossing them off until they lay scattered about the bed.

 

Eiri held himself off Shuichi in a push-up motion and gazed down at the naked man beneath him. His golden hazel eyes took in the wide, broad shoulders, long chiseled torso, narrow hips, stiff, thick manhood standing at attention between long shapely thighs. “You're beautiful, Shuichi.”

 

A hot blush colored the singer's face.

 

Eiri swooped in and captured Shuichi's mouth, his tongue licking along his already swollen lips, asking permission to enter. Shuichi opened his mouth and caressed the tongue that slunk inside.

 

He wrapped his arms around Eiri's neck, his fingers running through the blond locks, holding the man he was in love with close. Eiri's fingers gently tortured his husband's nipples, causing Shuichi to groan against his mouth. He then ran a hand down Shuichi's chest to his thigh, being careful to avoid the swollen, weeping member between them. As his hand started back up, it detoured and cupped that which he had avoided. He squeezed him, kneading his balls. Shuichi groaned and his fingers dug into Eiri's shoulders in response, arching into the touch.

 

Eiri pulled back, without breaking eye contact, crawled down Shuichi, and took his nipple into his mouth. Shuichi moaned and writhed as his nipple was suckled, licked and bite. Eiri then breathed open-mouthed kisses down his body, stopping just above the groin.

 

“Eiri,” Shuichi breathed.

 

“Shuichi.”

 

Eiri crawled back up his husband's body and plundered his mouth while he searched under the pillows for what he knew was there. When his hand found the tube, blindly he opened it and smeared a small amount into his palm then tossed the tube over his shoulder, not caring where it went. He smeared the gel over his own rigid cock and then without warning, pressed two fingers inside of his husband.

 

Shuichi broke the kiss and tossed his head back, giving a sharp cry. He arched his back and tensed. He forced himself to relax and was soon moaning and crying out as waves of ecstasy and desire swept through him as Eiri's fingers fucked him slowly, finding that sweet spot.

 

All too soon, Eiri's fingers were gone, only to be replaced by a much larger but similarly shaped object. Eiri pressed himself into the tight, hot opening. He rolled his hips and drove into Shuichi repeatedly. Shuichi wrapped his legs around Eiri, hooking his heels around his husband's knees. He pumped his hips to meet the fierce plunges. He held him tightly, forcing him deeper and harder. He clawed at Eiri's back, his cries echoing each thrust.

 

Eiri sped up as he felt the end nearing. He felt Shuichi tense right before he flung his head back and cried out passionately, his seed spraying them both. Several more thrusts and Eiri grunted, emptying himself into his husband. Panting, Eiri pulled out and collapsed on top of Shuichi, who wrapped his sweaty arms around him, hugging him.

 

After several minutes, their breathing had evened out. Eiri slid off Shuichi so he was not crushing him and their child. He rested his head on Shuichi's shoulder. One leg lay draped across the singers toned legs. He laid a hand over his husband's belly.

 

It was hard to believe there was another person in there.

 

When Shuichi clasped a hand over Eiri's much larger one, the blond writer lifted his head and exchanged a soft smile with the singer. Propping up on his elbow, he kissed Shuichi softly than resting his head back on Shu's bony shoulder, smiled at their laced hands over Shu's belly.

 

Shuichi combed his writer husband's thick blond hair as they both relaxed in the solitude of each other's arms.

 

“Hey, Eiri?”

 

“Hm.”

 

“Where did you go?”

 

Eiri sighed. “I finished my story and went to met Mizuki for lunch. Afterwards I went to meet our lawyer.”

 

Shuichi's brows furrowed in thought. “Didn't you go see her before? Right after we were married?”

 

“Hm, yeah.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I just went to see her about updating a couple things since we're now married,” he explained. “I also went to talk to her about releasing a press statement about us getting married, but with everything that happened, she held off releasing it and today I went to update that statement.”

 

“Oh, you mean, because of what Seguchi-san said yesterday.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Shuichi chuckled. “You'll have to call her to update it again, huh?”

 

Eiri snorted and smirked, rubbing his hand over the belly that would soon swell with the life he had helped to create.

 

“Oh, before I forget. Dr. Amano wants me to come in tomorrow at five-thirty.”

 

“Why?”

 

Shuichi shrugged. “Don't know. She said something about checking something out.”

 

“Hm. Fine. I'll be there early to pick you up. We'll go straight to the hospital from the studio.” Sitting up, he kissed his husband and drew the covers up. He spooned Shuichi as the singer curled up on his side, laying a protective hand over his belly. Kissing the side of his head, Eiri breathed in the fruity scent of Shuichi's hair and drifted off to sleep.

 

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