Lies

Title : Lies

Summary : Shuichi is slowly sinking into a depression, and Yuki has no idea how to help him. Will Shuichi crawl out of the hole he has dug himself into, or will he continue to succomb to the pain? WAFF near end, basically darkfic, somewhat angsty in my opinion. Some OOC-ness...although you never know how people react in these kinda situations =S

Disclaimer : I do not own Gravitation or any of the characters. If I did, the show would go down in the shit hole. Don\'t sue me, and if this story bothers you because it is \'\'poseur-ish\'\'...there is a little x in the corner of your screen that you can happily use.

Note : I suck at time. If the duration of time is confusing you, please ignore it. Gomen Nasai.

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\"Yuki!!\"

The young pink haired man flew into Yuki\'s arms after the recording that took longer than expected. Yuki sat cross armed on a more than uncormfortable chair, and was nearly toppled over when his obnoxious lover tumbled into him.

\"Idiot\" Yuki remarked, pushing Shuichi away. \"Are you ready to go?\"

Shuichi pouted, but nodded as he bid goodbye to Hiroshi and Suguru, following Yuki out the door. Shuichi climbed into the black car, and smiled as Yuki steered out of the basically empty parking lot of NG Studios.

\"So what did you do today Yuki?!\"

\"Nothing\"

As usual, Yuki brushed off Shuichi, concentrating on the road. Shuichi sighed and resorted to staring out the window, watching the trees and houses fly by.

\"Get anything done on the new novel?\"

\"No.\"

If Shuichi could get more than one or two words out of Yuki, he\'d be happy. But today, Yuki seemed in no mood to talk. Shuichi thought maybe the stress of writing a new novel was getting to him. He had been given almost three months to write it, and Yuki still hadn\'t typed a sentence. He hadn\'t even figured out a name for the thing.

Yuki pulled into the apartment parking lot, and stepped out of the car, leaving Shuichi. Shuichi quickly caught up and followed him, making sure not to trip and fall on top of Yuki. That would only piss him off even more. They stepped into the elevator, and Shuichi was quickly reminded about the first kiss that took place between him and Yuki in that very one. He snickered, but quieted down when Yuki glared.

\"So..Yuki...want me to make supper?\"

\"Whatever.\"

The elevator door slid open, and Yuki got out his keys and opened the door to his apartment, quickly locking himself in his office. Shuichi stood in the doorway and sighed. Why was he always like this? Shuichi knew that Yuki was a bit cold, but he never could imagine this. Yuki refused to even touch the boy, and Shuichi was starting to think that it was his fault.

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Shuichi laid on the couch, munching on some noodles when he heard a door open. He jumped to his feet and saw Yuki enter the living room, grabbing a jacket.

\"I need to go out for an hour or so to meet with my agent. I\'ll be back soon.\"

Shuichi went to give him a hug before he left, but all he got was a door in his face. He pouted.

\"Yuki..!\"

Shuichi knew Yuki would not come back in, so he dropped himself back on the couch and stared at his unfinished noodles. He didn\'t like the feeling that was fluttering in his stomach. It was the one he always got when he got sad because of Yuki. And Shuichi didn\'t like it when he got sad. The bubbly, hyper active Shuichi was quickly replaced with a down and dark Shuichi. He dragged himself to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Pink hair was a mess on top of his head, violet eyes peeking out from beneath. Violet eyes which usually sparkled, but now they had a tone of grey to them. Shuichi opened up the mirror to a cabinet, and saw a small bowl of knick knacks. He pulled it down, and stared in it. A razor sat in it. I could...do it, he thought to himself. He had heard much about people who cut. When he first heard of it, he thought of it as disgusting and heart breaking. But now, as he held the cold razor in his hand...he thought of it as a way out. Out of what? He thought some more. Out of Yuki\'s life.

He locked the bathroom door, and grabbed a rag from the cabinet underneath the sink. He sat down between the sink and the bathtub, curling up into a ball. His heart began to race as the blade came closer in contact with his arm. With a swift upward movement, Shuichi gasped in pain and dropped the razor. He quickly put pressure on the cut, seeing the blood seep between his fingers. Tears trickled down his face, and he took a deep breath. Taking the razor again, he began hacking at his arm, dropping it everytime he couldnt bare to cut anymore. After about fifteen minutes, Shuichi stopped and watched his blood dry on his arm. Upward cuts were scattered on his left arm, contrasting with his skin. He wiped his eyes and exited the bathroom with the razor in one hand, and the bloody rag in another. He looked around. Yuki still wasn\'t home. Shuichi ran into Yuki\'s office, and grabbed an empty shoe box. He put the rag and the razor in it, and brought it in the living room. Sliding it underneath the couch, he sighed and dropped onto the floor. His heart began to race again as he realized that he was wearing a tank top, and Yuki would definatly notice the fresh cuts on his arm. He ran to the bedroom, and rushed to find a light long sleeved shirt. He took off the tank top and put the other shirt on. He walked into the living room, and sat down. He simply stared at the ground, tears forming in his eyes. Soon, he heard a door open, and he wiped the tears away as Yuki came into the house. Shuichi looked at the clock. It was 10 pm, and Yuki had been gone for almost three hours.

\"Still up?\" Yuki smiled weakly as he flung himself on the couch. Shuichi cuddled his side, making sure his arm was close to himself. \"You\'re quiet...what\'s wrong?\" Yuki questioned Shuchi, as he lit a cigerette. Shuichi shrugged.

\"I guess I\'m tired,\"

\"Is tommorrow your day off?\"

\"Yeah.\"

Yuki puffed on his cancer stick, and made sure to blow away from Shuichi. He got up, and looked at Shuichi. \"I\'ve never seen you wear that before,\"

Shuichi shrugged again, curling into a ball. Yuki took the hint, and draped a blanket on him. Without another word, he yet again isolated himself in his office, not knowing that Shuichi was cradling a cut arm and trying to hold back tears.


Author\'s Note : Aww...I\'m terrible. Poor Shuichi...*huggles crying Shuichi* I\'m sorry...but I am only going to make this worse for you!! Anyways...off of that insane thing...please review, it\'s needed. Please =S