Hello everyone! It's 2:02 AM and I wanted to write a fic, so I did! I'm sorry about any spelling errors, or anything else that seems off in it, I really did try my best to edit...I never was very good at editing anyways. Well, this is really short, but I think if anyone seems to like it at all, I might add to it, that in mind, the ending really isn't in any way a conclusion, so I suppose I will add to it regardless.
Oh yeah, I would like to point out that I have only read up to Book 8 in Gravitation, and am more likely than not, absolutely obsessed with Yuki and Shuichi ((huggles them.)) I got this idea while I was reading it actually, and I just wanted to try it out. I'm sure the dialogue I used wasn't exactly right, and I am aware that it didn't happen this way, but just try to bare with me, ok? It starts out when Shuichi is standing outside Yuki's door (you know, when he hears the plans about Yuki going to New York), and I was actually sort of hoping this would happen in the manga. ((sigh)) Even Maki-Sama isn't so mean to Shu-chan. But I love torturing him...Is that wrong?
Disclaimer: I don't own it. cries WHAAAA. I WANT SHUCHAN!
Shuichi stood outside the hospital door, hands still clinging to the handle leading to his beloved Yuki. His heart was beating rapidly, still caught up in his adrenaline and worry over Yuki's condition. Thoughts of his blonde lover lying cold in a coffin still whizzed in his mind. It was strange, in a sense. He had run so fast to get to Yuki, and now, he was shaking outside his door, somehow hesitant to enter. His concious was still spewing out the worst events possible through out his head, but it wasn't that voice that had halted him. The true voice he had frozen for was the voice of Tohma Seguchi. President of N-G records, and member of his beloved Nittle Grasper band. And the words he spoke which would haunt him forever.
"I'm so sorry Eiri, but maybe you shouldn't be with Shuichi-kun anymore. I can't stand by and let this happen to you," For a moment, Shuichi felt his heart actually sink, like it was colapsing over itself in anticipation, angered and nervous by Tohma's words.
"I hate to say it, but Tohma's right. You shouldn't be with Shindou-san. You need to get away." 'Mika-san? So Mika was in there too?' Shuichi's delema increased with the repetition of Tohma's words from his wife's mouth. 'What had he done to Yuki? Why were they pushing for this? What did they-'
"I suppose...you're right." Shuichi's thoughts were ripped from him by Yuki's words. "Yu..ki? Wha?" he whispered to himself, unable to even complete his sentence for the shock that was setting in. His mind was quickely reaching point blank, and he barely registered the voices still coming from the room.
"...New York makes sense... He won't be able to follow me," Yuki's voice again. 'New York? That was in...America, wasn't it? Oh no!..So far away! ' He found he was tuning out most of the words said by Tohma and Mika, only Eiri's seemed to be able to get through to him.
"...Take your condition into account," Mika's voice was full of reason, Shuichi just didn't know what reason. 'Condition? is Yuki really that sick?'
"...My first reaction was most honest. Maybe I should break up with him for good." Yuki's words finally snapped Shuichi from his daze. He only now realized how tight his grip had become on the handle, or how there were already silent tears creating a small lake beneath his feet. He was still staring directly at the name plate of the door. He shook his head, ever so slightly, willing their words away. Jerkilly, he removed his hand from its death grip on the doorknob. He backed away slowly, refusing to break his gaze with the name.
'Eiri Uesugi. Eiri Uesugi. Eiri Uesugi'. He felt thename echoing through his mind, through his heart and soul. Digging deeper into him each time. 'No, no, no. It...he wouldn't. Not Yuki..He won't leave me, will he? He's just sick. He's just a little bit sick.'
K's words from earlier wormed their way unforgivingly around his thoughts. "He's in the hospital, he's coughing up blood," He felt his back colide with something, someone.
And it was too much.
As he fell to the floor, hearing the man he bumped into call out to him, he turned, nearly in mid fall, and started running as fast as he could, away from Yuki, and away from the voices.
Ok...so I told you it was short, oh so short. (I'm soo sorry..then again...now it's 2:13AM yawn) please, if you read this, then review! I admit to being very bad at following up on stories (I've deleted three other stories I had up because I just lost interest) but if I get reviews, I promise not to do that! Really, I do! So please, please, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review!