Why Can't I?
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By: Ryoko [a.k.a. Raiju]
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Track 6
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"Wake up you fuckin' ingrate!" Hiro roared, slapping Yuki awake again. The blonde woke with a start, glaring at Nakano with fire in his eyes.
"What the hell do you want?!"
"I WANT you to tell us why the fuck you're being such a friggin' ASSHOLE! And THIS...!" the brunette's hand thrust forward, grabbing Yuki's and pushing up the sleeve to reveal a number of deep cut marks and bandaging covering most of his wrist. "Tell me why the hell you're doing THIS!?" he pointed to the cuts to make his point.
"Let go of me." Yuki tore his arm back, wincing at the sudden pain as one of the cuts was gently bumped. "If you wanna talk, wait till NORMAL hours. Now scram before I call the police." The writer fell beck onto the bed, literally, pulling the blankets over his head.
"We're not leaving until we get answers!" Kenra jumped in, literally, right on top of Yuki and tackled him to the carpet. He growled, trying to hide odd tears of anger. "You hurt Shuichi and I won't allow it! Answers! NOW, GOD DAMN IT! You can sleep later!"
"What's all the commo- HOLY!" Tatsuha somewhat froze in the doorway, seeing Yuki pinned under a boy younger than even Shuichi, and Hiro not too far from them. "Yuki! You can't go that young!"
"Shut the fuck up. And you get off." He lifted his knees and kicked Kenra off, into the wall. The teenager lay still for a moment, tremors taking over his body after the man had stood and moved toward him. "You've got some guts doing this to me in the middle of the night. Who do you punks think you are?"
"We just want answers and we want Shuichi to stop going downhill. You put him on such a downward slope it isn't funny. And YOU'RE gonna be the one to bring him out of it."
The blonde sighed angrily, walking to the doorway as Tatsuha shifted over. "Come on. Let's get this over with." He mumbled, leaving the three teenagers in the dark bedroom. Tatsuha's eyes wandered from Hiro to Kenra, then back to Hiro.
"I won't even bother asking." He whispered, following his brother into the living room.
*** (We'll give them ten minutes together) ***
"Why? Why wouldn't you just tell him what was wrong instead of resorting to friggin' suicide attempts?! You're pathetic!" Kenra had to hold Hiro down before the musician got any closer. He very well could have ripped the man's head off with the intensity of his anger.
"Becau-" the monk was silenced by Yuki's hand, held out in front of him much like a general does with his troops.
"Because the boy wouldn't understand."
"You know what? You're so full of shit your eyes are brown." The teenager sighed, letting Hiro go and walking strait out the door, returning with Shuichi's hand in his. "He's all yours." He led the boy into the living room and let him go as he wandered close to the blonde.
The two stared at each other for a long time, Shuichi finally crumbling to the floor, eyes never leaving Yuki's.
"Yuki..."
The man lifted his arm, resting his hand on the opposite shoulder and rushing up his sleeves to show each and every mark that he'd made. Crosses, plain lines, dotted lines, dashes...they were all there...so many cuts he couldn't count. The musician's fists tightened, reaching out and grasping the arm tightly and pulling it close to him.
"Why...? Did I do this to you? Please...don't do this...please...! What made you so angry at me?"
"..." Yuki didn't answer, just looked into the younger male's eyes as if trying to tell him THAT way. 'I'm testing you. Now get the next question right.' He looked away, grabbing a mechanical pencil with a metal tip and stabbing it into his arm. The room went silent after a wave of gasps; Shuichi tugged the pencil from the man's hand, grabbing the new wound tightly.
"Stop it! YUKI! STOP!" He threw his free arm around the blonde's shoulders, holding him as tightly as he could.
Yuki seemed completely emotionless to the hold, almost as if it weren't even happening.
"Please, tell me what's wrong! I want to know! I want to help! Yuki!" the pink-haired musician whispered over and over, body beginning to tremble visibly. "YUKI...!" his knees gave in, his hand sliding down to cling to the man's open shirt.
Kenra couldn't control himself, he wanted to badly to comfort the boy, and maybe even more than Hiro, however, both of them were well aware that this wasn't the time to do anything. He clenched a fist and stood, taking Hiro's hand and leading him over to Tatsuha, taking the teenager's hand and leading the three of them outside.
"What's this for?" Tatsuha's eyebrows rose as he took his hand back from Kenra.
"Just trust me, I can see it in their eyes. Just give them a little time alone." Kenra smiled, leaning against the wall.
"Tatsuha...what's wrong with him...?" Nakano whispered, making sure that only the three outside could hear him.
The closed his eyes, leaned back against the wall next to Kenra, and smiled innocently. Lifting a finger to his lips, he looked directly into Hiro's eyes.
"It's a secret."
*** (Back to Shuichi and Yuki) ***
Yuki was giving him the silent treatment, looking away as the boy's tears soaked his hand.
"Yuki..." his heart was wrenching, "Yuki, please talk to me! Scream at me! Hit me if you want! Tell me how pathetic I am! Tell me how hopeless I am! PLEASE! At least say SOMETHING!"
"Congratulations."
"Wha-what?" his eyes widened as he stared at the older man, tears pausing and body freezing.
"Congratulations. You passed."
"Passed? Passed what?"
"This was all a test. Just to see how faithful you'd be. I had to know that I could trust you."
"That's IT?! UGH!" Shuichi stood up, letting go of the man's wound and using the clean hand to slap him across the face. "You jerk!" He started to laugh insanely, kissing the man's forehead gently and wandering to the bathroom.
*** (Outside) ***
"I wonder how it went...?" no sooner than Hiro say those words, did Shuichi open the door, close it and lean back on it. He leaned his head down, starting to laugh maniacally.
"Shuichi?" Kenra and Hiro asked at the same time.
"Tatsuha..." the musician began, looking at the floor. "I hate you." He laughed, a smile covering his face. "Thanks so much. I think I deserved something like that..."
"What?" Kenra jumped up, staring at the boy in disbelief.
"It was all a test. And I passed. Damn those two for making it so difficult." He laughed at himself, wiping his tears away.
"So everything the three of us just went through...was for NOTHING?" Hiro groaned.
"Basically."
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GAME OVER.
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A/N: Well yeah, that's the end. To live this kinda thing out in the real world was scary as hell, so I hope Shuichi was emotional enough...I think so, because he was as emotional as I was...hope you enjoyed! Trust me, I'll probably be writing another Gravitation fic soon too...just gotta watch it again for the 900th time. *Giggles* Please review!
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By: Ryoko [a.k.a. Raiju]
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Track 6
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"Wake up you fuckin' ingrate!" Hiro roared, slapping Yuki awake again. The blonde woke with a start, glaring at Nakano with fire in his eyes.
"What the hell do you want?!"
"I WANT you to tell us why the fuck you're being such a friggin' ASSHOLE! And THIS...!" the brunette's hand thrust forward, grabbing Yuki's and pushing up the sleeve to reveal a number of deep cut marks and bandaging covering most of his wrist. "Tell me why the hell you're doing THIS!?" he pointed to the cuts to make his point.
"Let go of me." Yuki tore his arm back, wincing at the sudden pain as one of the cuts was gently bumped. "If you wanna talk, wait till NORMAL hours. Now scram before I call the police." The writer fell beck onto the bed, literally, pulling the blankets over his head.
"We're not leaving until we get answers!" Kenra jumped in, literally, right on top of Yuki and tackled him to the carpet. He growled, trying to hide odd tears of anger. "You hurt Shuichi and I won't allow it! Answers! NOW, GOD DAMN IT! You can sleep later!"
"What's all the commo- HOLY!" Tatsuha somewhat froze in the doorway, seeing Yuki pinned under a boy younger than even Shuichi, and Hiro not too far from them. "Yuki! You can't go that young!"
"Shut the fuck up. And you get off." He lifted his knees and kicked Kenra off, into the wall. The teenager lay still for a moment, tremors taking over his body after the man had stood and moved toward him. "You've got some guts doing this to me in the middle of the night. Who do you punks think you are?"
"We just want answers and we want Shuichi to stop going downhill. You put him on such a downward slope it isn't funny. And YOU'RE gonna be the one to bring him out of it."
The blonde sighed angrily, walking to the doorway as Tatsuha shifted over. "Come on. Let's get this over with." He mumbled, leaving the three teenagers in the dark bedroom. Tatsuha's eyes wandered from Hiro to Kenra, then back to Hiro.
"I won't even bother asking." He whispered, following his brother into the living room.
*** (We'll give them ten minutes together) ***
"Why? Why wouldn't you just tell him what was wrong instead of resorting to friggin' suicide attempts?! You're pathetic!" Kenra had to hold Hiro down before the musician got any closer. He very well could have ripped the man's head off with the intensity of his anger.
"Becau-" the monk was silenced by Yuki's hand, held out in front of him much like a general does with his troops.
"Because the boy wouldn't understand."
"You know what? You're so full of shit your eyes are brown." The teenager sighed, letting Hiro go and walking strait out the door, returning with Shuichi's hand in his. "He's all yours." He led the boy into the living room and let him go as he wandered close to the blonde.
The two stared at each other for a long time, Shuichi finally crumbling to the floor, eyes never leaving Yuki's.
"Yuki..."
The man lifted his arm, resting his hand on the opposite shoulder and rushing up his sleeves to show each and every mark that he'd made. Crosses, plain lines, dotted lines, dashes...they were all there...so many cuts he couldn't count. The musician's fists tightened, reaching out and grasping the arm tightly and pulling it close to him.
"Why...? Did I do this to you? Please...don't do this...please...! What made you so angry at me?"
"..." Yuki didn't answer, just looked into the younger male's eyes as if trying to tell him THAT way. 'I'm testing you. Now get the next question right.' He looked away, grabbing a mechanical pencil with a metal tip and stabbing it into his arm. The room went silent after a wave of gasps; Shuichi tugged the pencil from the man's hand, grabbing the new wound tightly.
"Stop it! YUKI! STOP!" He threw his free arm around the blonde's shoulders, holding him as tightly as he could.
Yuki seemed completely emotionless to the hold, almost as if it weren't even happening.
"Please, tell me what's wrong! I want to know! I want to help! Yuki!" the pink-haired musician whispered over and over, body beginning to tremble visibly. "YUKI...!" his knees gave in, his hand sliding down to cling to the man's open shirt.
Kenra couldn't control himself, he wanted to badly to comfort the boy, and maybe even more than Hiro, however, both of them were well aware that this wasn't the time to do anything. He clenched a fist and stood, taking Hiro's hand and leading him over to Tatsuha, taking the teenager's hand and leading the three of them outside.
"What's this for?" Tatsuha's eyebrows rose as he took his hand back from Kenra.
"Just trust me, I can see it in their eyes. Just give them a little time alone." Kenra smiled, leaning against the wall.
"Tatsuha...what's wrong with him...?" Nakano whispered, making sure that only the three outside could hear him.
The closed his eyes, leaned back against the wall next to Kenra, and smiled innocently. Lifting a finger to his lips, he looked directly into Hiro's eyes.
"It's a secret."
*** (Back to Shuichi and Yuki) ***
Yuki was giving him the silent treatment, looking away as the boy's tears soaked his hand.
"Yuki..." his heart was wrenching, "Yuki, please talk to me! Scream at me! Hit me if you want! Tell me how pathetic I am! Tell me how hopeless I am! PLEASE! At least say SOMETHING!"
"Congratulations."
"Wha-what?" his eyes widened as he stared at the older man, tears pausing and body freezing.
"Congratulations. You passed."
"Passed? Passed what?"
"This was all a test. Just to see how faithful you'd be. I had to know that I could trust you."
"That's IT?! UGH!" Shuichi stood up, letting go of the man's wound and using the clean hand to slap him across the face. "You jerk!" He started to laugh insanely, kissing the man's forehead gently and wandering to the bathroom.
*** (Outside) ***
"I wonder how it went...?" no sooner than Hiro say those words, did Shuichi open the door, close it and lean back on it. He leaned his head down, starting to laugh maniacally.
"Shuichi?" Kenra and Hiro asked at the same time.
"Tatsuha..." the musician began, looking at the floor. "I hate you." He laughed, a smile covering his face. "Thanks so much. I think I deserved something like that..."
"What?" Kenra jumped up, staring at the boy in disbelief.
"It was all a test. And I passed. Damn those two for making it so difficult." He laughed at himself, wiping his tears away.
"So everything the three of us just went through...was for NOTHING?" Hiro groaned.
"Basically."
***
GAME OVER.
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A/N: Well yeah, that's the end. To live this kinda thing out in the real world was scary as hell, so I hope Shuichi was emotional enough...I think so, because he was as emotional as I was...hope you enjoyed! Trust me, I'll probably be writing another Gravitation fic soon too...just gotta watch it again for the 900th time. *Giggles* Please review!