Title:
Fandom: Gravitation
Theme: For the 30 Hugs LJ comm; #1 – Hazel eyes.
Pairing: Yuki Eiri x Shindou Shuichi
Rating: PG-13 (mention of nudity, VERY slight)
Word Count: 789
Disclaimer: If you don't know who Yuki Kitazawa was, steer clear.
Summary: Takes place before Shuichi moves in with Eiri. Angst, Eiri, angst!

Author's (rambling, unimportant) notes at bottom.

Cooking show. Deer hunting. Music videos. Reality show. News. Cartoons.

His thumb kept pressing the forward button on the remote control in rapid fire, until the images became blurry in his tired mind. He hadn't slept in three days; his stomach felt wretched and he could barely gather the coordination to walk straight. In fact, he still wasn't quite sure how he managed to make it from his computer desk to the couch without losing consciousness. He thinks that somewhere in his mind, he had hoped for the release--even if it meant he would kiss the floor.

Comedy sketch. Soap opera. TV Movie. Drama series. Commercial. Commercial. Infomercial.

Cigarette, he thought, his fingers trembling as they reached into his breast pocket. Without looking, he grabbed a stick from the pack, fumbled his lighter, and lit his cigarette as he placed it in his mouth. Breathe. He inhaled so deeply, he almost choked.

Three nights ago, he dreamed of Yuki... but not of their last meeting. Those nightmares he had been spared, but somehow he knew that these new dreams were worse.

Yuki... smiling at him hazily. His soft hair that Eiri could not stop running his hands through... the clear, brown eyes that gazed so gently at him, that made Eiri feel so wanted, so loved...

He shut his blood-shot eyes tightly, trying to exorcise all recollection of the dream as he blows the smoke out of his lungs. Getting...dizzy...

His eyes are glossy with lust, and Eiri can see it... he knows Yuki's eyes are a mirror to his own. 'Eiri,' he murmurs, and he pulls closer to him, his hands possessively cradling Eiri's face. He feels himself become aroused at the closeness of Yuki, his senses overloading as he cranes to kiss him.

The ash of his mostly un-smoked cigarette fell onto his lap, and he fought the tears that he knew were coming.

So close to him now... Eiri drowns himself in his teacher's eyes, flecks of grey and green melting with the brown.

Hazel eyes. He could never forget them.

Sparkling and warm in his dream... cold and lifeless in his memory. He lurched forward and grabs his aching head with his hands, the stick falling to his floor--burned to its filter.

"Yuki..." he rasped, his voice hoarse from lack of use. He can feel Yuki's lips on his, the possessive grip of his arms around his shoulders, the warmth of his naked body. No, these were not memories... just a memory of his foolish dreams, before he learned about what life really had in store for him. He hated it. He hated himself for remembering it.

The doorbell rang, and Eiri wiped his eyes. Normally he'd ignore the intrusion of his privacy but he couldn't stop thinking of how welcome a distraction would be... aching and creaking, he slowly picked himself off the couch and made his way to the door as the bell rang again. Then again... and again, like a spoiled child expecting immediate entry. He scowled, wishing his distraction was a little more considerate.

He opened the door to find a wide-eyed, beautiful boy with a shock of cotton-candy pink hair.

"YUKI!" Shuichi tackled him with energy that literally floored Eiri--his head hit the wood panels on his floor, and he hissed a curse under his breath. Didn't the brat see how tired he was-- how utterly shitty he was feeling based on his appearance? Shuichi beamed, totally oblivious to all signs that anything was wrong.

"Yuki, I missed you! It has only been three days, I know... and I know I said I'd try and give you space... but I just can't, and so I figured I'd come and see you again, even if you tried to shut the door in my face like you did before... lucky my foot caught the door that time, although I think it's still bruised..."

Shuichi looked down at his 'victim', and suddenly noticed that the fierce, golden eyes he'd become accustomed to were blood-shot and watery. Before he could voice concern, Eiri looked up at Shuichi's eyes... and smiled. Shuichi thought that he had died and gone to heaven.

"YUKI SMILED FOR ME!" he yelled triumphantly, his smile stretching across his face from ear to ear as he hugged Eiri even tighter than before. "You really DON'T hate me, I knew it!" He washed away the concern for Eiri in his mind with lots of sugary, love-struck thoughts.

And while revelling in his new-found discovery, Shuichi didn't notice that Eiri's arms had snaked around his body in a very light, loose embrace.

What a horribly annoying, noisy distraction, he thought as he closed his eyes... and saw violet, not hazel.

fin.

Wow, my first Gravi fanfic in a while! But when I saw that this comm had started and I had a fair chance of grabbing Eiri x Shuichi, I just had to. I'll be putting the stories I write for the LJ comm on here as well, so look forward to it! And as always, let me know what you think.

Thanks for reading!

Limey