Title: Acceptance

Author: Shini'chi Raine

Category: Anime/Gravitation

Genre: Romance/Drama

Rated: T (PG-13)

Pairing(s): Strong focus on Yuki and Shuichi.

Summary: YukiShu. Yuki is a popular senior with his calm, cool, and cold attitude, until he suddenly catches sight of a familiar junior with bright laughing eyes. Shuichi, famous lead singer of Bad Luck, has found himself in a bit of highschool drama… and love…

Warning! This is a yaoi fanfiction. If you don't know what "yaoi" is, I'm not telling you, because it's safer for me… (My parents, y'see, don't know the term, either, therefore I'm not putting the definition here for them to see!) If you don't like this kind of thing, please move on and—no offense—don't come back. If you do like this thing, then please keep reading. Characters may also be OOC, but it suits my purposes for the story.

Reader Notes: As I have only seen the anime and haven't read the manga, I can't say for sure what really happens. And, to explain any confusion, I swear Shuichi's eyes are a green-ish, blue-ish color, and obviously, his hair is pink. Plus, he acts like a girl. So, if Shu-kun is going to seem OOC, it's significant to the story. Same with Yuki, though I think I'm going to make his personality the same as in the anime.

Disclaimer: I have no ownership to Gravitation. I have yet to read the manga, but the anime captivated me… and oh, how I wish I owned Yuki… (drools)

Raine: Tch, I suck a summaries. But then again, I'm not that great a writer, either, so I guess that's okay too. I'm not too big on grammar as I am on spelling, but that's not the point. The point is, here, is that I wanted to say, 'Happy Reading!' Anyway, a few notes at the end of the chapter. Read on!

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Chapter 1: Meet Shindou Shuichi

Every day was the same. He got up half an hour till it was time to leave for school, did the usual morning ritual, grabbed a piece of toast, then grabbed his bag as he ran out the door, trying his hardest to get his messy, unruly hair in order. "I hate first days…" he muttered as he stuffed his hands into his uniform pockets, bending his head a little. "…I hate my life." He was now officially a junior at Tokyo High—a prestigious school—and it was his first time and first day there. Every day—starting today—he would get up, do the morning ritual of brushing his teeth and changing out of his pajamas and into his school uniform, grab a bit of breakfast and his backpack, and then walk to school. He lived pretty close to the building so there wasn't any need for him to catch a bus ride or carpool—of course, he didn't have many friends anyway, just Hiroshi—and he decided he'd better stop dazing and hightail it to school.

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Every day was the same. Typically, he got up early—around 5:30 a.m. to 6:00 a.m.—took a quick ten minute shower, brushed his teeth, dried his hair and fixed it to look the way he felt like he wanted it to, dressed in his school uniform, and then settled himself in his kitchen to eat a nice breakfast of toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, and orange juice. He would scan the newspaper for any available jobs as he ate, keeping an ear out for his cellular phone or his home phone to ring at any given minute. Somehow, the girls at his high school had managed to figure out his phone number—both home and cell—and they were constantly calling him, trying to beat any other girl, trying to get a date with him. He ignored them all or just hung up on them. As today was his first as an official senior of his fourth year in Tokyo High, he schooled his face to his usual impassive look, grabbed his car keys and his backpack, and headed for school. He hoped that this school year would be different. And how right he was…

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As he arrived at the front gate of Tokyo High, he gazed up in silent awe as he stared at the—slightly and oddly shiny—school building. Glancing past the gate, he realized that he was probably going to be the last of the students to arrive. Great, he thought, scowling as he glanced around for Hiroshi, new student, new school, what next? I bet I'll be bullied… But that's better than being bombarded… His best friend, Hiroshi, was a senior at Tokyo High who had attended since his freshman year. "Yo, Shuichi!" Turning, he grinned and waved to his long, red-haired buddy. "Hiro! I was wondering where you were. I'm ready for the big tour." Shuichi had dyed his hair to a dark blue-ish color, deciding to place violet colored contacts in his eyes. He didn't want people at this new high school of his to discover who he really was… the famed singer of Bad Luck. Hiroshi was his guitarist, and their other band buddy, Suguru Fujisaki, attended Tokyo Middle School, which was just down the street.

"Shuichi, got your schedule yet?" Shuichi shook his head. "Nope." Hiroshi rolled his eyes. "C'mon, then. Let's get you your schedule and then I can go back to hanging out with my fangirls!" This time, Shuichi rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, Hiro. Let's go." Hiroshi smiled at him and led the way to the main office. "Excuse me, sir!" Hiroshi called, knocked rapidly and loudly on the door. A loud, exasperated sigh, and then a tired, "Come in, Hiroshi." Hiroshi grinned back at Shuichi who raised an eyebrow at him, and walked in. "Yo, Princy! My pal Shuichi's now attending this school; got his stuff?" Shuichi blinked. Hiroshi didn't usually act like this: he was also calm and collected, thinking things through, practically the model student. So why did he act like this to the principal? "Ah, yes. Welcome to Tokyo High, Shindou-san. I forgot that my nephew told me he was going to have one of his friends come over." The principal smiled at him. "I'm a huge fan of your band, Shindou-san. You have extraordinary talent. I have you have the same talent when it comes to schoolwork."

"Wait a minute. You're Hiro's uncle?" Shuichi said, astonished. "Yes, Shindou-san. You may know me as Sakano-san." Sakano pulled out a few papers from within his desk, and gave them to Shuichi. "That is your schedule, along with a list of your needed textbooks as well as other important things that will more than likely answer any questions you have. If you do have questions those things don't answer, however, you can ask any of your teachers, Hiroshi, or me. Have a good first day." Shuichi bowed, and then was pulled along by Hiroshi. "Bye, Princy! See you later!" Hiroshi called over his shoulder to his uncle. As they left the office, Shuichi found himself having to hurry after his best friend, but he soon lost sight of his long, red-haired friend. Sighing, he examined his schedule for the school year. The paper as was written:

Name: Shindou Shuichi

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Lunch: A

Classes:

1. Advanced Algebra & Trigonometry – Cho-san

2. AP Chemistry – Maru-san

3. Japanese History and Grammar – Genjo-san

4. English Languistics – Kitazawa-san

5. Physical Education – Goku-san

6. AP Music Theory and Vocal Theater – Kanaaza-san

Groaning softly, Shuichi ran a slender hand through his hair, glaring at the paper dully. Well, at least the worst part of his classes would be in the morning, and all the best ones in the afternoon. Of course, English would be a bit difficult, but he was sure he could handle it. Sighing, he pulled out the map that—thank Kami-sama that Sakano-san knew his nephew so well—would serve to help him around campus. He hadn't been here for the entrance ceremony, having been in Kyoto to perform a concert (along with Hiroshi and Fujisaki, of course), so he hadn't gotten a tour of the school before hand. He scowled. He could trust Hiroshi and relied on him, but it looked like this year, he was going to have to fend for himeslf. Little did he know just how much he would have to fend for himself…

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He had arrived at Tokyo High ten minutes early, but he hardly cared. He was always early, anyway. As he parked his car with ease, he stepped out and glanced up at the school building. "My last year. Finally." He had felt held back and cramped at Tokyo High, and he wanted something… different to happen this year. He decided that this year needed to be different, something monumental and something that would always stick to his memory. He figured that if he kept telling himself that it would happen, not that it mattered. Taking a deep, silent breath, he strolled to the front part of the campus. Making sure there wasn't anyone around, he strode to his favorite tree, which he usually sat under, leaned against, or climbed to take reprieve from his crazy fangirls and even a few fanboys. He was just that beautiful, as he'd been told, as he'd heard, and as he'd seen. Rolling his eyes, he closed his eyes to catch a few minutes of a silent moment of peace.

All too soon, however, gentle chatter floated up to him, some excited, some tired, some annoyed, some groaning… the usual noise that happened at school every single day. "Yuki-kun!" called an annoying and familiar voice. One that he hated. Eiri Yuki sat up on the large, thick tree branch and glanced down through pink-white cherry blossoms to see a girl that had nagged him since freshman year. He hated girls, quite frankly; annoying, squealy, bouncy… and all manner of things that indicated that girls had to be high off of something… namely, sugar, a hot guy, or if literally, drugs. He preferred the third choice to describe most of the girls at his school, but decided that it had to sink to the second option… because he was that 'hot, sexy, melt-to-a-faint' guy. Scowling, he schooled his expression and looked down. "What?" he answered, voice as cold as ever. "Yuki-kun," continued the whining voice, "Come down from there! You're hurting my neck! And I know you hate it when my slender neck is damaged like this!" Yuki rolled his eyes.

He didn't care. Slender neck? What was with that? And since when did he get a girlfriend? Wait, make that girlfriends, because just about the entire population of girls at his school all thought they were his girlfriend. Jumping down and landing lightly, he turned at the sound of an admiring gasp and stared down at the girl. She was known as the pianist of Nittle Grasper, a band that disbanded when the lead singer wanted to do something new. He could grasp her name at the moment, but he recognized her. "Yuki-kun, did you hear the latest gossip? About Bad Luck's lead singer coming to our school? I can't wait to see him! From what I know, Hiroshi already told the whole campus that they'd have to search hard, because his friend had come disguised! C'mon, Yuki-kun—I know for sure that you like Bad Luck, because I've seen all there albums in your car!"

Eiri's eyes widened slightly. The lead singer of Bad Luck was here? At Tokyo High? At his school? Hiding his excitement, he said as calmly as possible, "Is he? Well, I'm fairly sure I'll see him around. See you later." He turned at walked to sit on one of the walls surrounding the steps to the entrance of the actual school building. If he was correct, Shindou Shuichi would dye his hair and put in colored contacts to try and blend in… he would find that singer, and then… well, he didn't know what. He hoped Shuichi would accept him. He had a passion for writing, and had, in fact, published several stories, especially those of the romantic genre, and had become infamous. Of course, he hardly cared, he just wanted the attention of one Shindou Shuichi. He hoped he would get that attention… Of course, it seemed out of reach. But knowing Shuichi's personality, he was pretty sure Shuichi would at least accept as a friend… per se, a cold, calculating one, but a friend nonetheless. And maybe even more… Wait a minute. As more than a friend? He was straight! He liked girls! Didn't he?

…Wasn't he?

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Eiri was disturbed out of his wandering thoughts about his sexuality when the girl next to him—he now recalled her name as Noriko—began to frantically point somewhere while exlaiming, "Yuki-san! Look! It's Hiroshi—and he's… talking to some boy with dark blue hair and violet eyes… He looks kind of familiar…" Yuki turned and glanced in the general area the girl was pointing at. His eyes widened further, and he took a silent gasp. It was him. Shindou Shuichi in all his (disguised) glory. A boy with a slim, slender, lean-muscled body, Shuichi looked stunning (although he wore the school uniform) and it was tad breathtaking with the way the sunlight caught his dyed dark blue-ish hair, and the way Shuichi's violet colored contacted eyes laughed and bounced in bright eagerness, with a shadowed seriousness behind them, nearly made him run over there and just crush the younger teen and claim to the world that Shuichi was his… would be his.

Turning, he pretended to shrug and then said, "Noriko-san, I'm sorry, but I need to go and talk with the principal." He had actually started to go that way when he saw that Shuichi was followed Hiroshi toward the same area, and hopefully he would encounter them. Entering the school just after the two Bad Luck members, Eiri trailed Shuichi and Hiroshi as the two chatted, where Hiroshi suddenly patted Shuichi on the head and said something to which the dyed dark-blue haired teen glared and said loudly, "Well, I don't want people to flood me! If they recognized me I think I'd die from suffocation! I can't take crowds like you can Hiro!" He smiled inwardly. That was true, too: Shuichi hated crowds, unless he was at a concert where all his fans crowded to get a ticket and good seats.

Moaning quietly in agony, Yuki ran a hand through his rose yellow colored haired and blinked his sun-kissed golden eyes as he the principal's door suddenly swung open. Shuichi and Hiroshi began to head further inside the school, so he followed them. Soon, however, Hiroshi broke away from Shuichi to go and flirst with the other fangirls who didn't like Eiri as much as the other half of the school population did. However, he knew that the entire school was a fan of Bad Luck itself, when the band got together. He sighed quietly. What in the world was he doing? He was acting like a stalker… a lovesick girl for Kami's sake! Scowling, he moved away from his position and started off to his first class. Little did he know just how much more complicated his life was going to get, whether he liked it or not.

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Shuichi whistled his main theme song "Rage Beat" as he walked to his first class. As he entered, he realized he was early, and there was only one other student in the class. It was another male student, who looked a lot like senior with the way he held himself. Shrugging, Shuichi made his way toward the the student. Might as well try and make some new friends, right? He tapped the guy on his shoulder, the blond hair a bit unusual, but nonetheless not unappealing in the least. The senior was quite handsome, truthfully. At his tap, the blond haired teen shifted and raised liquid amber eyes to meet his own violet-colored contacted eyes. Shuichi felt heat pooling to his face, and he didn't understand why. The senior held a cold expression, devoid of any emotion. He didn't know why, didn't understand the sudden feeling pooling in his stomach. "Ah… Hi. I'm Shuichi. Nice to meet you!" he decided to say, managing to cover up his strange blush with a hyperactive, enthusiastic greeting.

The senior quirked an eyebrow, eyeing Shuichi up and down, nearly causing the controlled blush that Shuichi had fought down to rush once more to his face. "You look familiar," the blond replied. "I… I do?" Shuichi said, shifting on his feet, feeling very nervous suddenly and he edged away. The blond smirked, though his golden eyes remained cold. "Yes. You look a lot like the lead singer from Bad Luck." Shuichi quickly put a hand behind his head, scratching it rapidly. "What makes you say that? Hahahaha…" Shuichi could practically feel his sweat now; it was dripping off of him slowly, showing his nervousness. "By the way," the blond continued in his sensual, smooth semi-deep voice, "I'm Yuki Eiri." Shuichi gave Eiri a bright smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Yuki-san!" he said, a bit overenthusiastically. He suddenly felt like he should start running away… or at least stay as far away as possible from this guy, but his legs didn't move. It was like they were glued to the floor.

His mind was telling him to move off, but he didn't. He just stared, then realized that subconsciously, he was waiting for Eiri to acknowledge him. "You never told me your last name, Shuichi-kun," Eiri finally said, slight amusement in his eyes flashing for a mere second before vanishing once more. "I… My last name? Er… ah…" Now Eiri looked ready to just laugh, but that passed over quickly, too. He finally gave out a mumbled, "…Shindou…" Eiri gave him a raised eyebrow. "What was that? I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." Shuichi fidgeted. "If you promise not to tell the rest of the school, my name is Shindou Shuichi." Eiri nodded, managing—somehow—to look cold and solemn at the same time. "So you really are the lead singer of Bad Luck. A pleasure to meet you, Shuichi-kun. And please, you can call me Eiri." Shuichi had turned away slightly because he wanted to hide his blush, and also because he had heard a few girl-ish squeals outside the door, but whirled around suddenly with a serious expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, Yuki-san, I can't accept to call you Eiri-kun. I'm afraid…" Shuichi swallowed, and glanced nervously back at the door, "…I will have to stick with calling you Yuki-san. Those… girls at the door are making me… a tad nervous." Eiri moved his eyes to the door, and nodded. "That would explain why you're being so jumpy…" Hardly! It's you, Eiri-kun! Shuichi thought, although the fangirls were part of the reason. "Come to school tomorrow with your usual looks. I'm fairly sure that if you ask Sakano-san about your situation you don't have to worry about the girls. Idiot." Shuichi immediately looked up at Eiri with an angry expression. "Don't call me an idiot!" Eiri actually chuckled, throwing Shuichi completely off. "Well, unless you address me as Eiri, I'll call you 'idiot'. I refuse to call you by your name—first or last—unless you address me as Eiri." Shuichi sighed. "Fine. Eiri-kun it is." Eiri smirked. "I said 'Eiri'. Now 'Eiri-kun'. Idiot! Weren't you listening?" The bell was due to ring soon. Why didn't the guy just simply return greetings and introductions? Instead, Eiri was making him do ridiculous deals…

"Fine, then!" he finally gave up, his hands raised for emphasis. "Eiri is what I'll call you from now on! Geez, the things I do to keep stuff secret!" Shuichi huffed, and plopped himself at a desk beside Eiri because the blond was indicating that he sit near him. Grumbling, Shuichi pulled out the required textbook and waiting for the bell to ring. The students were starting to file in, now, and amazingly, Hiroshi also had this class. "Yo! Shuichi!" Shuichi waved to his red-haired friend. "Hey, Hiro!" As he watched Hiroshi make his way toward him, Shuichi suddenly felt a cold chill. And eyes. Eyes that were boring into him angrily… Shuichi turned and saw Eiri glaring coldly down at Hiroshi who merely took in stride and when he arrived next to Shuichi plopped down in the next desk on the other side of Shuichi, seeing as Eiri currently occupied the opposite side. "Hey, Shuichi! Why are you sitting here next to this guy? Didn't you know? He's Yuki Eiri!" Shuichi groaned his agony and buried his face in his arms. The bell rang.

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Eiri couldn't believe it. He thought he'd heard "Rage Beat", but when Shindou Shuichi himself walked into the classroom, he knew that he hadn't just imagined "Rage Beat". Shindou Shuichi was in his first class… and now the rock star was coming his way… Well, who else could the rock star go to? He, Yuki Eiri, was the only one in the classroom as of now. He was amused to see Shuichi blush when he finally looked up and straight into the rock star's eyes. "Ah… Hi. I'm Shuichi. Nice to meet you!" No last name? Eiri mused, understanding why Shuichi didn't give his last name. Deciding to play with him, Eiri eyed him from top to bottom and bottom to top. All in all, Shuichi was most definitely cuter in person. "You look familiar," he finally said, after thoroughly examining Shuichi as best he could with the school uniform. "I… I do?" Shuichi replied, shifting from his left foot to his right foot, and back again. Was he nervous? He, Yuki Eiri, was making the famous Bad Luck rock star nervous?

Eiri nearly laughed aloud with joy. Clearing his head, he said, "Yes. You look a lot like the lead singer from Bad Luck." He watched as Shuichi put a hand to the back of his head and rubbed it furiously, "What makes you say that? Hahahaha…" Hiding his own amusement, he watched Shuichi for a little while, and then continued, "By the way, I'm Yuki Eiri." Eiri's breath was taken away when Shuichi suddenly gave him a time-stopping breathtaking smile. To him. For him was pushing it, but still… "It's a pleasure to meet you, Yuki-san!" Eiri couldn't help the small smile that wanted to tug at his lips. Scolding himself mentally, Eiri continued casually, "You never told me your last name, Shuichi-kun." That should get him! The blond haired teen thought to himself, mentally smiling evilly. "I… My last name? Er… ah…" Eiri knew his guard had dropped slightly from the slightly aghast and insulted look that Shuichi gave him. Quickly—and once again—he made his facial expression passive just as Shuichi mumbled something.

"What was that? I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." He watched as Shuichi fidgeted, and then, "If you promise not to tell the rest of the school, my name is Shindou Shuichi." Eiri nodded, understanding dawning on him, though his expression probably looked differently to Shuichi. "So you really are the lead singer of Bad Luck. A pleasure to meet you, Shuichi-kun. And please, you can call me Eiri." Eiri blinked when Shuichi turned away suddenly, and that was when he noticed that Shuichi had a pink-ish tinge to his face… Did I make him blushEiri thought, happy and surprised that he, Yuki Eiri, made the famous Bad Luck rock star blush! Grinning to himself, he thought, Operation 'Make Shindou Shuichi Like Me' is going pretty well… Shuichi turned back to him, looking visibly worried. "…I will have to stick with calling you Yuki-san. Those… girls at the door are making me… a tad nervous." He moved his eyes toward the classroom door, and a lightbulb lit up in his head. "That would explain why you're being so jumpy…"

Shrugging, Eiri continued, "Come to school tomorrow with your usual looks. I'm fairly sure that if you ask Sakano-san about your situation you don't have to worry about the girls. Idiot." He watched with amusement as Shuichi turned toward him with a furious face. "Don't call me an idiot!" Eiri actually chuckled, know that he'd thrown Shuichi completely off. "Well, unless you address me as Eiri, I'll call you 'idiot'. I refuse to call you by your name—first or last—unless you address me as Eiri." Shuichi sighed. "Fine. Eiri-kun it is." Eiri smirked. "I said 'Eiri'. Now 'Eiri-kun'. Idiot! Weren't you listening?" The bell was due to ring soon. He knew that, unless Shuichi made a quick decision, the naturally pink-haired, green-eyed teen would be stuck being called 'idiot' by Eiri. "Fine, then!" Shuichi finally gave up, his hands raised for emphasis. "Eiri is what I'll call you from now on! Geez, the things I do to keep stuff secret!" Eiri glanced to a desk beside him with a questioning—more like demanding—look. Shuichi huffed once more and plopped down next to him.

"Yo! Shuichi!" Eiri grimaced. It was Nakano Hiroshi, the guitarist of Bad Luck. Eiri didn't exactly hate Hiroshi, but he admitted readily that he just didn't like the red-haired teen. "Hey, Hiro!" Eiri glared at Shuichi, feeling slightly resentful that the rock star was being so familiar with… well, Hiroshi was Shuichi's friend since childhood… He practically smirked when he noticed that he was making Shuichi uncomfortable, so he turned his glare toward the red-haired guitarist. Hiroshi plopped down in a desk opposite of him and on the other side of Shuichi. At least he knows that he shouldn't mess with me, Eiri thought, grinning coldly to himself. "Hey, Shuichi! Why are you sitting here next to this guy? Didn't you know? He's Yuki Eiri!" Eiri raised an eyebrow at the miserable sound that Shuichi suddenly produced. Well, at least I got my wish, the blond thought, because this year will most definitely be quite… interesting… Pulling out his textbook, Eiri smiled evilly. Shuichi will be mine before year's end. Hahahaha! The bell rang.

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Reivew, review, review! Hm… My cliffhangers are famous for their evilness. X3 At least, they're supposed to be, according to all the other reviews who've read my other stories! Which reminds me, I need to finish that DNAngel story… (sob) I'm sorry to all other reviews that I'm taking so long with that! Also, for those reviewers of my InuYasha stories, I'm sorry as well. (sob) I'm having major writer's block with those! (T.T) This is probably one of the first and longest chapters I've written in my entire life as a author! So I expect some goodness! And I love opinions! Flames are welcome, as long as they are building criticism! Otherwise, you people who flame me for ridiculous things will be ignored… and possibly reported… or I could just block you. Anyway, for those good people out there, I think 10-15 reviews should be enough. Stay tuned for the next chapter! Review, I say! Review, review, review! And if you guys get past 15 reviews… I'll give you guys two chapters in a row! And because I'm not too evil, I'll give you guys a special…

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Chapter 2: Yuki Eiri, Stalker: As first period ends, Eiri takes a glance at Shuichi's schedule… and guess what? They nearly have all the same classes! What! (O.o?) What's this…? Wait a minute! Eiri and Shuichi don't have 6th period together! So, Eiri devises a plan to watch Shuichi during 6th period… without skipping out on his own class! What is this devious blond-haired, golden-eyed teen up to?