Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Truth behind the lies ❯ Misunderstanding ( Chapter 1 )

Six days.

It's been six days since Eiri Yuki left Japan, leaving his little lover Shuichi Shindou alone. The pink haired brat already begged to take him along, but when he just received a deathly glare from the grumpy novelist, he unwillingly gave up the idea. On the first three days Shuichi called Yuki at least five times each day, decreasing as time goes by.

Now the genki singer is more than disappointed when he calls Yuki by the telephone and received no answer. But when he realizes tonight Yuki supposed to arrive, his spirit quickly lit up.

“Shuichi!” a deep baritone voice boomed through the recording room and Shuichi turn his pink haired to see Hiro standing behind him. He gives his best friend the usual goofy grin before answering shortly, “Yes?”

The red haired guy take a seat beside him, “Tonight Yuki's arrive, huh? That's why you look happier than usual?”

At the mention of his lover's name, the grin that plastered on his face grew wider, along with happy sparkles in his violet orbs.

“Yess!!! I'm so happy, Hiro! Six days without Yuki is like a living hell for me!” Hiro smirked before bring his large hand to ruffled his best friend's hair playfully.

“Well, I'm happy too for you. Now why the hell you still here? Would it be best if you come home and preparing dinner for Yuki?”

Shuichi blinked, then turn his head to his friend's watch.

“Waaah! You're right, Hiro! It's already 3 p.m. now, I'd better get going!” he said in high pitched, almost girly voice. Hiro watched in amusement when Shuichi hurriedly packing his backpack, before running out from the room with a loud `bye-bye'. But before he have a chance to leave his place, Shuichi's pink hair bobbed from outside the door.

“Hiro! What about K? He'll shot me if I leave before time!”

Hiro answers with a warming smile, “It's OK, you idiot. I'll tell him!”

“Oh, thank you! Bye!”

And with that, the singer practically running toward Yuki's apartment, not even minding to take elevator instead of stair. His heart feels like bursting out any second because finally he'll see Yuki again.

“But Yuki, what if he's home now? I can't… it's too risky…” a hushed, unexpectedly familiar voice could be heard from behind the door Shuichi standing in. He was more than surprise when he arrive at the apartment and found it unlocked, and Yuki's suitcase is lying on the floor beside his shoes. Panic surged through him when he heard two male voices from the master room—two awfully familiar male voices. So he hurriedly runs over there silently, overhearing the conversation that makes him want to puke.

“So you don't want it then? Funny… your body did…”

Violet eyes widened at the deep voice he know to well. It's Yuki's voice… and who's the other? He swear he'd heard it before, but he just can't name it… despite his curiosity, Shuichi stand still in his place instead of snapping the door open and see what the hell happen behind it.

“Yeah… that's… true. But Yuki, I won't take the risk if he…” the voice faded, turn to a swallow breath and pants before returning again, “If he… found out.”

The Yuki-like voice chuckled a bit before answering, “Like I care if he ever found out.”

Another pants and moans flew through the closed door, and Shuichi squeezed his eyes shut to avoid the tears that threatened to fall. No, he won't cry until he knows the truth. But the fact that it's his Yuki's voice that he heard is enough to split his heart in two. How could he do this to me? And who the hell is the other man he's with?

Million questions run through the singer's brain and before he realizes it, tears pouring from his closed eyes. He sobbed quietly so they can't tell his appearance, small hands covering parted lips to muffle the screams. He wanted to yell, to scream, to do anything for release his anger—but he can't do anything but cry.

Minutes passed by and the noise from the door increasing, Shuichi wiped his eyes with the back of his hands and stand up. His small hand, still wet from the tears, reaching uncertainly to the door knob before pushing it open. And how Shuichi wish he doesn't.

His amethyst eyes watched in painfully slow motion when his beloved Yuki thrust to the other's body… the one with bleach blonde hair and smaller figure. None other than Seguchi Tohma.

His fist clutched to a small ball, teeth clenched with desperation and anger. After all that they've been through… why Yuki still doesn't change? And the most important is, how can he think he could change him? Yuki will never change—that's the truth, and it hurt him more. Uesugi Eiri will be the same Yuki Eiri forever—cold hearted, mean, heartless bastard. No matter how hard he tried to make him happy, he just doesn't enough. He's not good enough to melt the ice that surrounded the blonde's heart.

Sensing his appearance, Yuki look at him through half-lidded golden eyes, heavy with lust. But instead of surprise and what Shuichi expected—panic, Yuki smirked evilly before saying in a sickening husky voice.

“Hi there Shu-chan,” Shuichi can't help but squeezed his eyes shut at the mention of his name, tears forming on the edge of his eyes again. The smirk that graced Yuki's feature grew wider, and he thrust violently to Tohma's body. The smaller blonde's scream of ecstasy echoing through Shuichi's ears, and with all the strengths he had, he opened his eyes and glare at their direction.

“How could you do this to me, Yuki?” he asked, voice shaking in anger and sadness. For a moment he see Yuki's golden eyes softened a bit… there's even sadness on it. Assuring himself that it's just a hallucination, he waited patiently for the two evils to continued their `business', all the while closing his eyes shut.

Finally their moans can't be heard anymore, and Shuichi open his eyes just to see Yuki smirking at him.

“Tell me, Yuki!” he yelled as the tears fall from his eyes again. “How you could do this to me?”

A golden eyebrow furrowed rather suggestively. “Do what?”

He heard the painful voice of Tohma's chuckles, and went over to strangle him.

“This! How could you fuck this whore when you're with me?! What's wrong with me Yuki? Why I can't be good enough for you? Tell me, dammit!”

Shuichi punched Tohma repeatedly on the face and stomach, leaving the president breathless. When Yuki's strong hands fall to him, he stop and get up from the bed. He gave Tohma an accusing glare, crossing his hands on his chest. The bleach blonde haired guy glaring back, hands flew to wipe the blood from his lips.

“You do realize you're making the biggest mistake on your life, don't you?” the president of NG said in threatening low voice. “You're fired.”

The pink haired singer smirked before growled back, “I'm fired, my ass! I'm out!” he yelled. “Now, answer me, Yuki!”

A huffed escape Yuki's lip and he run a hand to his blonde hair. “You should see it coming, Brat.” He answers finally, “I don't love you.”

The words hit Shuichi like a sword, stabbing his heart over and over again until it stops beating. His amethyst eyes snapped open, revealing only pain and sadness on it.

“But…” he began, but Yuki's voice cut in.

“No buts, Shu. I don't love you, and I don't give a fuck whether you love me or not. You're just a toy for me, and honestly—I'm tired of it. Now that I have Tohma as my new fuck toy, why should I use you?”

Shuichi stared blankly when Tohma smirked, victory gleaming in his eyes. He's not even flinched at the word `fuck toy'… what a bitch. Shuichi thought angrily.

“So this is over, then.” Shuichi concluded, giving Yuki one last sad smile. Yuki's smirked faded and, once again Shu could see pain run through his eyes. But then again, for the man who just said the harsher words he'd ever heard—it's impossible.

“Yes.”

The pink haired boy not even flinched at the word. He will not give them satisfaction to see him suffer, not again. He will not show the pain he feels inside, because he knows they will only take pleasure from it.

With the last stare at the two evils, he open his suitcase and after packing all his things, he gone.

Small hands delicately rubbed his back and the blonde haired guy growled in frustration. He snapped the hand with his while glaring at the smaller blonde.

“Don't fucking touch me.”

Tohma smile, ignoring the taller blonde request as he continued to rub his back. Another minutes passed by and he finally speak up, “Looks like he's broken now, ne?”

Golden eyes burrowed in confusion, “Who?”

“Shuichi.” Tohma answered easily, take his hands off of the man before inspecting his manicure nails. “It's such a waste, really, since he's a brilliant singer on NG. But it's all worth the sacrifice…Eiri will be mine.”

Golden eyes narrowed dangerously before the owner growled out, “You're evil, Tohma. Evil.”

The said man only smirked before hummed happily. Another moment of silence passed by before once again Tohma broke it. “But I'm still a good evil, ne?” he said while winked suggestively “If I'm not, then I'll give this tape to Ryuichi, Tatsuha.”