Vanishing Angle: I don't actually know what that means. something about a ship sinking? I just liked the words together haha

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. …and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

-St. Augustine

I'm not sure if that quote still matches this story, but…it inspired it at the start and I really like it so I wanted to share it with you all :D

Disclaimer: Gravitation belongs to Murakami which is probably for the best—I'm happy just being able to play with the characters.

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Yuki still wasn't sure how it had happened. One day he was the cool, aloof novelist that had somehow managed to win the hearts of the entire female population of Japan, and the next he's out buying a gift for his silly little lover who had somehow managed to worm his way into his heart and turn him inside out. With a not-so-discrete sigh, Yuki snapped open the box, gazing at the contents with limited expression; it was pretty and sparkly and therefore perfect for Shuichi. The box closed. But whether or not Shuichi would actually ever get it was a different issue entirely. He had just sat down in his car when a familiar tune reached his ears, but it took a moment longer for him to realize that it was coming from his pocket.

"I thought I told you not to set that stupid song as my ringtone anymore."

"Aw but Yuki! It's only set as the ringtone for me, this way you'll know it's me when I call!"

"Really? I suppose I should thank you, then. This way I'll know not to answer."

"Yuki! I thought we were passed all of this!" Shuichi complained through the earpiece.

"No, I agreed to be "nice" when you didn't act like such a fool all the time."

Judging from the nearly silent huff that was heard through the phone, Yuki could only assume Shuichi was pouting on the other end.

"Anyway, what did you want?" Yuki asked with a sigh.

"Huh? Oh. I was just wondering if you had time tonight."

"Sure, why?" Yuki had finished his last project two nights ago and upon his slightly reluctant request, his editor had agreed not to give him any more projects from then until a week or so after Valentines Day had passed. Though her face when he had asked for the time off had nearly made him want to flee the country. Women and their fantasies; he would never understand.

"I'm off early so I wanted to eat dinner with you."

Yuki frowned. Shuichi could be weird sometimes, but this was verging on creepy. "You are aware that we live together and having dinner together is a fairly common occurrence."

"I'm not that stupid!" He heard Shuichi exclaim. "I meant eat out, you know, like at a restaurant."

"I'd ask why but I'm sure your reasoning would be completely lost on me." Yuki muttered, only half hoping that Shuichi could decipher the words.

"Yuki…"

"Right. Sorry. Do you want me to come pick you up then?"

"Um actually I've already got a table at Le Rêve."

Yuki's eyes narrowed. Something was up: Shuichi hated Le Rêve, always complained that they were paying far too much money for the amount of food they got. To be fair this was probably true. But Yuki still loved it.

"I'll be right there." Yuki said, sliding into the driver seat of his car and closing his phone.

The drive didn't take too long considering he was really only a few blocks away from his destination. The moment he entered the restaurant he was redirected to a decently private table located in the back.

"Shuichi." He greeted as he approached, leaning down to give his lover a brief kiss before seating himself across from him. Yuki wasn't necessarily a fan of public affection, but he made the occasional exception—especially since his brat was acting so mysteriously himself, he figured it was just a little dretaliation.

"Yuki, you got here quickly." Shuichi stammered, cheeks slightly pink from the unexpected kiss.

"I was in the area." Yuki said with a shrug. "Now whatever the hell it is you have to tell me, just tell me so we can stop the drama before it starts."

Shuichi pouted. "Can't I just ask my boyfriend out on the random occasion?"

"You can. And you do. But I thought you were busy finishing up your recordings so you could clear your schedule for Valentine's Day… You didn't get fired did you?" Yuki asked as an after thought.

"Like hell they would fire me!" Shuichi retorted indignantly. "And if you really must know, there is a reason I asked you out…but I'm not telling you until dessert!" Shuichi exclaimed stubbornly.

"Fine, fine…Where're the menus?"

"I already ordered."

"You ordered for me?"

"You always get the same thing!" Yuki opened his mouth to object but closed it immediately.

"Fair enough." He muttered.

"So what were you doing around here?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said you were in the area." Shuichi clarified as a waiter set down two plates of food in front of them.

"Oh right. I was with Mizuki; she wanted my opinion on the final product of the book before it went to print." Yuki lied smoothly.

Shuichi just nodded and Yuki got the feeling he wasn't really listening which for Shuichi was odd considering he always hung on every single word the blonde said.

"You sure you don't just want to tell me what's up?"

"Huh?" Shuichi asked dumbly, looking up from his food.

"Whatever the hell is distracting you, Shuichi, just spit it out."

"Well…" Shuichi set his fork down and looked at Yuki in a slightly nervous, slightly apologetic manner.

"You didn't blow anything up, did you?" Shuichi shook his head. "Kill anyone?" Again, no. "Did you finally realize it might be better to have someone else write your lyrics?" Shuichi glared at this, but still shook his head. "Did you try to run the dishwasher with too much soap?"

"That was only once!" Shuichi protested. "Stop holding it against me!"

"Then just tell me! I'm running out of logical explanations as to why you're so upset. And to be honest you're starting to worry me. Even if you want to wait until after dessert I can already tell you've hit the point of being too anxious to eat."

"Ok. So here's the thing." Shuichi conceded after a few minutes thought. "You know how we had planned to spend Valentine's Day together?"

"Yes." Yuki responded slowly, getting the feeling that he now knew why Shuichi was so nervous. They had been planning this trip for weeks, both looking forward to getting away—just the two of them.

"Well…now they—NG— want to have a Valentine's Day concert. Just one night, here in Tokyo."

"There's less than a week until Valentine's Day." Yuki stated, doing his best to remain calm outwardly though on the inside he wanted to march straight over to NG and demand that Tohma cancel this idiotic concert. "How do they plan on marketing this?"

"I think the hope is that my popularity combined with Ryuichi's will sell the concert on its own."

"That rabbit-totting kid is performing, too?"

"Well, yeah. They wanted us to do a duet together." Shuichi said quietly, trying to gauge Yuki's reaction. "And the concert shouldn't last long, I'll probably be home by 11…"

"You can't say no?"

"Believe me I tried. I ended up with three bullet holes in the wall around me head."

Yuki sighed and sat back in his chair. "They can't honestly be expecting you to do a concert on Valentine's Day. They do realize that we had plans, don't they?"

"I told them! I told them a million times, but they just…I don't know, they were very adamant."

"Fine. Whatever." Yuki said, pretending to be apathetic to the matter, though Shuichi could tell that in actuality he was put off by the news.

"I really am sorry."

Yuki didn't make any response, just set down some money that would more than cover the bill and left the table, leaving Shuichi to decide whether or not he should follow after. And of course he chose to follow, it wasn't as if Shuichi was ever one to give Yuki space.

Oddly enough though, Shuichi remained quiet throughout the car ride and up until they were back in the apartment they had shared for the past few years.

"Yuki." Shuichi said softly once the door had clicked shut behind him. "If you're really this upset about it, I can try and find a way out of it again."

"I already said it's fine, didn't I? Quit trying to make it seem like I'm heartbroken." Yuki quipped with a little more annoyance than he had intended.

"If it's any consolation, I now have two weeks after Valentine's Day completely free."

Yuki glared at his lover in annoyance. "I said it's fine, Shuichi. I never really held much for this holiday anyway. Really. What do you want me to do? Start crying? Beg you not to perform?"

"No. You're right, I didn't expect any of that." Shuichi said quietly. Yuki stopped at Shuichi's tone; it hadn't even occurred to him that Shuichi would be upset about this. A stupid mistake now that he thought about it. Walking back over, he pulled Shuichi into his arms and kissed the top of his head.

"I know you were looking forward to spending the day together so I promise I'll make it up to you." Shuichi laughed against his chest.

"Shouldn't I be the one making it up to you? It's my fault anyway."

"True." Yuki said, kissing Shuichi's nose and pulling away. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you do your part too." He rolled his eyes at the silly grin that was covering Shuichi's face and set about putting away their coats and the car keys.

"What are we going to do then?" Shuichi asked, following Yuki over to the closet.

"Do for what?"

"Valentine's Day, we'll probably have to cancel most of our plans."

"Yeah…I don't know. But you just worry about this concert of yours—I mean you've only got what, four days to prepare?" Yuki called as he started making his way to bed. He was stopped by a pair of arms wrapping tightly around his waist.

"Love you, Yuki." The novelist smiled lightly as he turned in the embrace, tilting Shuichi's face up to kiss him gently on the mouth.

"You say those words far too often." Yuki murmured, a slight smile crossing his features as he stepped away to prepare for bed.

"And you don't say them enough!" Shuichi accused, though his tone was still slightly playful.

"I only say it when I mean it."

"So do I." Shuichi countered, joining his lover under the duvet.

"I'm not going to say it just to make you happy right now." Yuki growled letting exhaustion keep his eyes closed for an extended length of time.

"Fine. Good night Yuki." Shuichi whispered, maneuvering himself slightly more into Yuki's arms and onto his pillow.

"Shuichi." Yuki stated without opening his eyes. "Get off my pillow." He heard a light giggle and felt Shuichi cuddle even closer to him.

"Still such a brat." Yuki muttered, though he made no more arguments against the motion and instead accepted his boyfriend into an embrace.

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Stop or continue…I don't know! sigh either way, hope you enjoyed it!