Title: Was Sie Nicht Sagen!

Chapter Title: That Type Of Person

Author: 20flavorsofyum

Fandom: Gravitation

Genre: Sappy Romance

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation nor do I profit from this piece.

Summary: Yuki just wasn't that type of person, it was a fact engraved in stone. There wouldn't be any mug of hot chocolate, no tender smile, no glittering whiskey eyes gazing at him so sweetly. No nothing at all. Ah, that was depressing, but did Shu really want to go back to a home without that?

Word Count: 3314

The weather was dreary to say the least. A cold gust of wind blew harshly against Shu's sensitive skin and he could feel a ghost of a burn turn his creamy white skin a deep pink. Snuggling into his puffy jacket he whined quietly, his scattered thoughts dreaming of a warm embrace, tender smile, and a steaming mug of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows. Oh, how nice it would be to come home to that!

The hustle and bustle of the crowd around him, people big and small of all shapes, noisily sped through the street in attempt to escape the winter weather. Glancing upwards, he watched as a large dark grey cloud sailed across the sky being pushed along by a gust of wind. Shuichi wondered how the clouds felt right now. How did it feel to fly above the world? Would he like it?

A body bumped into him nearly knocking him off balance, but he was able to thrust out an arm regaining his balance, righting himself once more. As the body retreated into the mass he heard a mumbled, "excuse me." His mitten covered hand squeezed the carrying handle of his suit case, and he reluctantly turned back to the world around him.

The plastic wheels of the red suit case rolled along the wet pavement making that loud gravelly sound as they were wont to do, but Shuichi paid the irritating noise no mind. His thoughts no longer dreamed about what awaited him, but now plopped themselves firmly in reality. Of course he couldn't fly, nor would he ever be a cloud. He could never see the world from the sky without having to come down to earth every once in awhile. And the warm embrace wouldn't be there to meet him. No, no, never ever, ever, Yuki just wasn't that type of person!

Big, expressive eyes welled and his chest felt heavy as his heart clenched painfully, unwilling to swallow the bitter pill of reality. He stopped to sniff back his tears and wipe his runny nose with the back of the striped mitt. Yuki just wasn't that type of person, it was a fact engraved in stone. There wouldn't be any mug of hot chocolate, no tender smile. No glittering whiskey eyes gazing at him so sweetly, no nothing at all. Ah, that was depressing, but did Shu really want to go back to a home without that?

"Mama!" A high pitched voice called to a parent in earnest and Shuichi watched a cute little girl in white stockings and a sparkly pink coat tap along the pavement as she ran to her mother. A man wearing a suit and trench, picked her up and gave her a smile so full of love that the vine of jealousy began to coil around his heart. The lady by the man's side laughed joyfully, her arm intertwined her husband's and the girl preened beneath the love and attention of her parents.

Oh, geez. Why did it feel like every one except him had someone to hold them? To look at them with love instead of being annoyed by their existence? In the beginning of his relationship with Yuki he hadn't expected for his affection to be reciprocated, but as time went on that train of thought made a detour. Now he wanted Yuki's love and affection to be returned to him tenfold. Truth be told, he didn't want to share Yuki with a dead man he wanted Yuki all to himself and for that matter: Why did he still call him Yuki? Everything was all a reminder of the love that Yuki himself lost so long ago. Maybe, he really didn't want to trek the three remaining miles back.

Walking on, Shuichi rounded a corner to climb the hill that led the way to Yuki and that cold and uninviting place they shared. Two lovers, gay lovers, held gloved hands as they passed by him, blushing like mad, obviously in love and Shuichi would hate to admit it, but it really made him hate the pair of love birds. The vine of envy coiled tighter around him and he seethed jealousy. Damn the love birds! Nobody paid the lovers any mind and Shuichi remembered all the times he told Yuki that the big cities didn't loathe homosexuals any more. Yuki could hold his hand if Yuki was that type of person, but of course he was not. His steps slowed and Shuichi dragged the tips of his tennies against the pavement, unwilling to go any further.

An icy drop hit his wind burned cheek. At first Shuichi thought he was crying, but then he was sure he hadn't turned to a snowman, not like a certain someone he knew. He reached up and felt the droplet slide against his skin and he really did cry this time. Silent crystal tears dripped from his eyes, running down his face before they were dried by the howling wind. It was beginning to rain, freezing rain, and Shuichi didn't have a warm and loving place to return to. There wouldn't be a difference to the weather and the shelter that awaited him. Why go back at all?

The rain picked up and Shuichi stood still in the centre of the walk, salty tears freely falling, and the few people that remained outside ran for cover from the weather, ignoring the crying boy. Love birds, children, families, all of them, they all ran to a place where they would be safe and warm, but not him. Not Shuichi. His heart was breaking beneath the darkened sky and his hands and feet were starting to burn furiously, the beginnings of frost bite, he was tired and there was no one to hold him, to give him the love he so desperately needed. The wind howled and Shuichi cried aloud, each heart wrenching plea for love being swept away by the unforgiving winter winds.

Shuichi wasn't sure what happened next, but as he was crying as sleek black car stopped next to him and he heard the faint sound of a door slamming and someone using a very colourful vocabulary of curses and such. A large figure stood before him and he could barely make out the blur of dark green before he was picked up and unceremoniously deposited into a leather seat. The tears were beginning to fade, but not before a blast of shockingly warm air hit him full force and he yelped in surprise.

His puffy jacket hampered his movements as he tried to move about to look at whoever was in the car with him. Wet mittens were pulled off and the snugly fleece scarf, a gift set from Hiro and Ayaka, were removed with little care. He heard the familiar 'zzz' sound of his jacket's zippier being undone and dimly noticed that the puffy offender was being tugged off of him. None to gently either, he squeaked to protest the rough treatment, but was ignored as big hands deftly moved to pull his pant legs up and remove his soggy shoes with their bruised tips. Objects were now becoming clear, numbly Shuichi looked down to see a fluffy dark blue towel, fuzzy and heated, cuddle his chilled feet, drying them then wrapping each reddish blue foot in a terry cloth cloud of love. Glimpsing to the side he saw someone he hadn't expected, fisting his limp hands he rubbed his eyes, not noticing how the other person grinned at the cute picture he painted. His eyes hopefully clearer now, Shuichi studied the other person.

No, no, this was not who he expected at all!

That aristocratic nose, almond shaped eyes with their whiskey coloured iris, and those heavy brown lashes. Usually, Shuichi would find himself drowning in the Arctic sea in those eyes, but not now. Right now those concerned eyes analysed every inch of him, looking for something that was out of place. And that mouth! The grim looking lips that couldn't crack a smile even if his life was in danger! Wasn't that mouth usually set in a sarcastic line? Wasn't that mouth usually spouting mean and emotionless words? Why did those beautiful lips curve in a worried line? Yet more surprising, Yuki's hands were gently holding on to his frosty fingers trying to infuse the bits with heat.

Yuki had dressed hastily, Shuichi observed. Yuki never dressed hastily. Ever. Allow me to reiterate: Never ever. The man would spend at least a half hour finding just the right outfit for just that day or occasion, even bed time required the proper attire! But this! This outfit was not something that Yuki would wear. The dark grey heavy knit pullover with the zippier style v-neck matched his black straight-leg jeans perfectly, but the coordination stopped there.

Yuki was wearing two different coloured socks! A dark blue sock and a stripped black and green sock adorned his big feet and his shoes were a whole other story. Yuki always took his time to make sure that his laces were even and each loop was even with the other then tucked into the side so no one would see the bow. His shoes weren't tied! The mucky laces hung lackadaisically to the side and sported a bit of mud and strands of bright green grass as well as the soles of the shoes, a sign that Yuki probably took the route through the neighbour's garden to get to the car. Shuichi felt a bubble of laughter fill him and he had to let it out in a giggle and Yuki's outfit didn't end there!

Yuki's all-weather, secretly favourite, dark green coat with its fading patches at the elbows and the buttons that threatened to pop off, topped off the outfit. At one time, the coat must have looked really nice, but with the thread unravelling with each wear, it looked as if this coat had been loved a little too roughly. Even the black polyester lining was detaching itself from inside the coat! The thing that Shuichi found so funny about this coat was that Yuki only wore it in Kyoto where no one on the planet except for him, Yuki's siblings and parents could see it. Even then, Mika and Tatsuha would snicker and laugh about Yuki's ratty green coat while Uesugi-san ignored his children's antics and Mama Uesugi-san would complain that Yuki needed a new coat. Being a New York based designer, Mama Uesugi-san was unsurprisingly forceful about her children always wearing quality clothes that had a chic flair to them. Yet Yuki, teased and prodded to respond, would turn up his nose and walk away with a haughty snort, wearing his ratty green coat with pride.

Yuki half glowered at the giggling pixie pop star, his face contorting into something Shuichi couldn't name. With his hands now a healthy pink instead of that blueish pink they were, Yuki moved away and grabbed a thermos from the cup holder. Thrusting the thermos into Shuichi's hands he turned away from Shuichi and just sat and glared at the river that flooded down the wind shield, it was almost as if Yuki was, dare he say, bashful? Shuichi quieted and glanced down at the thermos with curiosity. He pushed the tab at the top and the rectangular cover opened to release the sweet scent of hot chocolate, filling his nose and his heart with joy.

"Let it cool or you'll burn your tongue." A gruff voice, laced with that thing Shuichi couldn't name, spoke into the now subdued atmosphere of the vehicle. Only the calm purr of the engine, hummed steadily and the whirr of the fans broke the monotony as the heat continued to blast on Shuichi's hands and feet. Sensing a change in Yuki and very unsure of what happened earlier, he fixed his gaze on the black thermos.

He didn't want to say it, but he was really wary of what was happening. First, Yuki had picked him up and stripped him of his wet clothing, dried him off, and warmed him up. Second, he was given a steaming thermos of hot chocolate, minus marshmallows. Third, Yuki didn't glare at him, didn't say mean things, it was almost as if Yuki was worried and concerned about him. This was all very strange indeed.

"I was laughing because you're wearing the coat you swore not to wear in Tokyo." Shuichi mumbled, instantly hoping he had been drowned out by the wind swishing around the car. He fingered the rim of the lid, gingerly testing the heat of the drink with the pad of his index finger.

"Hmm, yeah. I was kind of in a rush." That deep voice sent tingles of attraction coursing through Shuichi's veins and he shivered a little. Yuki noticed the bit of movement and asked, "Are you still cold?"

"Oh um... I'm not cold any more." Shuichi dropped his head hiding the scarlet flush that he knew was spreading across his cheeks. For Yuki to be attentive, to be caring like this, oh my, it was just so much for the boy! Happiness was making his head swim and he shivered again, drunk on the affection that Yuki was showing. The rustle of the ratty wool coat caught his attention, but was disregarded as a pair of long arms scooped him up and sat him on a pair of strong legs.

Shuichi guessed that there was a bit more to Yuki then he had previously assumed, he had been sure that Yuki wasn't very strong because he sat in a chair all day writing romance and romance was sure to make one all mushy. Never let it be said that logic was Shuichi's strong point. With thermos in hand he was gently leaned against the soft knit pullover as the arms wrapped around him rubbing his body. Mewling contentedly, Shuichi nuzzled Yuki's neck, careful not to spill his still steaming hot chocolate.

"You don't seem to be hurt."

"Huh?" Shuichi sat up, titling his head to the side, brows furrowing confusedly. Yuki, still looking very concerned, relaxed his worried mouth and a ghost of a smile caressed his lips. Shuichi would never know how cute he appeared when he did that, even if Yuki explained it to him. Eh, but it wouldn't be good for the boy to know he had such a power.

"You were late and then I find you crying in the pouring rain. I assumed you were hurt."

"No, I- I.." Trailing off Shuichi paused to think about his earlier tears. The tumultuous emotions that had flooded him with hate, sadness, and despair. His eyes darted around, trying to look at anything except Yuki. It wasn't as if Yuki would, or could, ever understand what his actions prior to this moment had done to demoralise him.

"Let me guess," That deep voice sounded again, reverberating throughout the car. Shuichi peeked at Yuki, leery of what the man was about to say, "Being in the cold you were excited to come back to a warm and loving home, a bear hug, and tender attention. However, as you thought about it, you decided that with me that would never happen. As you saw the happy families and public displays of affection you became upset and jealous of what everyone else had and what you didn't have. You became so discouraged that you didn't even want to come back, but you had no where else to go. Thus, you began to cry in the middle of the side walk."

Shuichi stared openly at Yuki, nearly gaping as he guessed his feelings, his thoughts, his very heart with amazing accuracy. The tears welled up in his eyes again and he tried to clamber off of Yuki's lap, but the man wasn't willing to let Shuichi go. Those sinewy arms tightened, holding Shuichi in place, an elegant hand crowned with keyboard weary fingers took hold of the thermos and placed it in the cup holder, simultaneously shutting the opening so that the hot drink wouldn't spill all over the interior of his clean car. Shuichi struggled a bit, ashamed that he had thought such things, he didn't think Yuki was that type of person. More specifically, could ever be that type of person.

"I'm sorry! I didn't think- I didn't realise that you... I thought you didn't love me. I thought the only reason I was around was because you didn't want to expend the effort to get rid of me. I-"

"Shhh, both of us were stupid. Let's just leave it at that." Shuichi, with the tears clouding his vision looked up at smiling whiskey coloured eyes while he was lovingly enveloped in a warm embrace. The hot chocolate devoid of marshmallows, sat forgotten in the cup holder and the engine continued to hum as the wind howled in the distance, carrying the ice laden rain off to new lands. Maybe in a little bit, when Yuki would realise that the idle vehicle was eating up precious gas and along with that gas money, they could both go home.

Omake:

The next day Yuki slid into the driver's seat of his favourite vehicle. Actually, it was his only vehicle, Shuichi had convinced him to sell his other cars and the big house a couple of months ago. Yuki agreed, realising that his new frugal habits were not in sync with his past purchases. Well, any way, he put the key into the ignition and turned the vehicle on. Clicking his seatbelt and adjusting himself in the seat, he looked up at the dash and promptly had a heart attack. Figuratively speaking, of course.

The gas gauge, which was suppose to be full since he topped off just yesterday, was already at half a tank! Blood drained from his body and his eyes bugged out of his head and he was about to scream when his stylishly dressed passenger joined him.

"Gah! Shuichi! My car! The gas tank!" Yuki indicated with a shaky finger to the dashboard, Shuichi hmm-d and looked over as the gauge. He raised an eyebrow at his lover who was currently quaking in his seat.

"You are at half a tank, what's the big deal?" Unimpressed, Shuichi strapped himself in and artfully arranged himself, not really listening to Yuki sputter and stutter.

"I filled up yesterday!" Yuki finally exclaimed, gaping and huffing, in dismay.

"Well the car did sit idle for like five hours with the heat on full blast, my dear."

"Che. Grr- rrr- Aaaa- Grrr- But still! Gas!"

"Yes?" Shuichi glanced at his nicely maintained nails and proceeded to give himself a little touch up manicure. Yuki gripped the wheel tightly, lowering his head in despair.

"Gas," Yuki whined softly and Shuichi swore the man was going to cry. It was nice that Yuki was finally financially efficient, especially with all the dough he raked in, but this was amount of cheapness was ridiculous. Beside himself he whimpered very loudly, much to Shuichi's chargine, "It's so expensive!"

Shuichi covered his ears with the palm of his hands the moment Yuki yelled. Despite being a singer he still had very good hearing. Glaring at the driver he removed his makeshift ear protector miffed, "Well, we finally got our relationship on track after all that talking. So, what's more important? The gas or the relationship?" Still not paying Yuki's grunts and humphs any mind, Shuichi eyed his boyfriend, expecting a specific answer. Yuki, with his head still lowered, turned to face Shuichi. The sadness and despair over losing half a tank worth of gas and money etched into his beautiful face.

"Can it be both?"

Author's Note: This piece was completely unexpected. I wanted to write a piece that was only about 500-1000 words and apparently, that wasn't what happened. This one-shot is testing a new way of writing. I tried not to be so boring and I also tried to use a proper amount of description instead of over describing. I think the characters are OOC, but I am unsure if this is the case. I do believe I failed with the tenses and grammar. Also, I am missing a sort of "oomph" my writing, if you have an idea of how to make it better please feel free to let me know your thoughts!

Vielen danke für lesen!