I Believe in Happy Endings

Just to let the readers know, this story takes place in the future....so don\'t think its werid if they have robot\'s running everything. Another thing, is that there is major OOC in this story.

Disclaimer: ~ I Don\'t Own Gravitation….. I wish though T__T *huddles in corner*~

I could hear the fireworks exploding in the festival outside, even through the windowless walls of the bathroom of Motel 7 where we were staying at. I\'d been in there quite a while now; playing around with my hair and making sure my clothes were ok. It was an important night for me, for it was the night of the Seung Bon Nung. (A/N: Don\'t ask how I came up with that….quite a long story) The name means `sexual urge\' or `sexual instinct\'. Basically, it\'s a festival of sex. I don\'t mean that people are just laying in the streets and… No, it\'s far from that. It\'s more like `Valentine\'s Day\' in the states where we all heard so much about, only on a more extreme scale. There\'s lots of public drinking (in addition to the occasional incident of public sex). Normally that\'s illegal, of course, but Hey! - it\'s a sex festival, so come on. No one runs around naked, but clothes aren\'t a big priority either. Everyone and everything is pretty much advertising sex - females show a little more leg, ass, and tits or males revealing their bare chests is expected, and encouraged. So, naturally, it\'s an adults-only event. They close down a huge district in Tokyo and have security guards (yeah, the robotic kind) posted at every entrance and exit, just in case some minor tries to sneak in.

This night was also my eighteenth birthday, meaning I was officially an adult. I\'d already received the tattoo on my left should blade (my family crest is the ancient Chinese character meaning `legend\' or `myth\') and weeks beforehand my four brothers, with whom I was sharing the motel suite, had been training me in the ways of the `adults\'. This celebration was supposed to be my final journey into manhood, and they were hell-bent on seeing me de-virginized if they had to bring me a whore from the street, then they will, which was fine with me; I figured I\'d be too drunk to remember it when the time came, anyhow.

Ah, Beer! How I\'d longed to taste it on my own breath. My brothers treated alcohol like some wondrous, secret pleasure, and I wanted to be in on it. Of course, I never would have stolen a sip of theirs. My mother always told me that if I drank underage, the liquor would have killed me instantly. I believed her, so I never dared to touch my brothers drink, I didn\'t want to die young. (A/N: haha so naive). Now back on women, it didn\'t matter to me, never did. I just naturally assumed I\'d find out what all the excitement was about once it happened.

“Shuichi, what the hell are you doing in there?” a voice called through the locked door. It was my brother, Suguru. Closest to my age, he was two years older then me. (A/N: Ok I know in the series that\'s not true, but im gonna make him older then Shuichi in my fic)

I gave my hair one last spray and made a kissy-face in the mirror to spread my lip-gloss more evenly. Damn! I looked hot!

Smiling, I stepped out of the bathroom. My brothers were gathered around the door. I spun in a circle to show off my outfit -white slacks topped by an open-chest white jacket- , hairstyle, and my new hoop earrings gently tinkling together, another vital part of the ritual {minors can\'t get their ears pierced}

My brothers hooted and clapped.

“Great job,” Hiro, the eldest, said proudly.

“You look great, little bro,” Suguru told me.

Little bro. I hate to be called that. Especially by Suguru. He wasn\'t much older than me, but loved to shove the two year difference in my face. I\'d have liked to shove them up his ass. However, the admiration I was getting at the moment even with Suguru\'s made up smart-assed humor made me overjoyed, and I trailed happily after them as we headed for the party.

Standing in the line at the gate, I looked at all the people around me and I was pleased. Our family was by no means well-off, living in a rather lower-class suburb just outside Tokyo. But, since it was my birthday, our parents had sprung a little to have me properly inducted to my right of passage into adulthood. My PA {Preparation Account; standard savings account all parents set up for their children to use for their coming-of-age birth date} had held enough to cover the basics of the ceremony - the necessary tattoo implant and my piercing, of course - but the clothes had been bonus birthday gifts.

And since my birthday fell on Seung Bon Nung, I didn\'t get a separate party. Now, seeing and hearing what was going on just beyond the gate, I was more than satisfied. I knew it would be a night I\'d remember throughout my whole life.

“Your next,” K, our middle brother, said from just behind me. I stepped up to the guard station and removed my jacket. I let it scan over the tattoo on my bare back, and then watched the little DV {Digital Vision} display my picture with all the necessary information - namely, my birth date. I couldn\'t help the grin from spreading across my face when the bright blue `APPROVED\' flashed across the screen. “PASS”, the robot said flatly, and I hurried after Hiro and Sakano, the second eldest brother, as I threw on my jacket, doing up its one button on the bottom.

Inside, the scene was even better than I had anticipated. Staggering drunks littered the sidewalk, whores stood at every corner, and people were dancing in the streets, while fireworks lit the sky.

We all split up, my brothers and I. K\'s friends caught him inside the gate and they took off somewhere together. Hiro and Sakano hit one of the bars to have their before-the-party drink. I didn\'t follow; they\'re more serious than normal {if you can image that} when they\'re intoxicated. They really don\'t make very fun drunks. I\'d watched them at home, and I was not impressed. K gets violent, which is funny to watch, but I learned not to mess him after I received a black eye. I never repeated that mistake again. Little Suguru is the sex fiend in the family, go figure. And once he\'s drunk, he\'ll do anything he can his hands on.

Anyway, Suguru tried to get me laid first thing. He was eyeing two chicks smoking on the street corner. They looked like trash, but then, he\'d always liked them that way. I wasn\'t interested, and told him so {something to the effect of, “Go fuck yourself,” if I remember correctly} and set off on my own.
In the middle of town there was a band playing. Now, I\'m a freak about music - though our family couldn\'t afford anything more than one of those out-of-date `CD-player\' gizmos that were popular when my grandparents were kids. I didn\'t know the band playing {not having access to modern music} but they were hot, with heavy, metallic sound I\'d never heard before. A banner above the stage declared them to be `Nittle Grasper\'. I was spellbound. I pushed my way through the crowd to the front of the stage. As I watched the brown haired singer sing, I swear I must have been drooling - that or I\'d been lucky enough to get hit by a drop of the sweat gleaming on his body. Either way, I stood entranced for nearly a solid hour before I noticed the older looking boy, a bit older then me, standing beside me with similar, worshipful stars in his own eyes. He had his hands where in the air waving, watching Nittle Graspers perform. I was jus as impressed with as the two male and female on the stage. He knew their music, so to me he was just as much a part of it as Nittle Grasper.

He turned his head suddenly, catching my awed stare. His opened mouth slowly closed. For a moment we just looked at each other seriously. Then, his beautiful lips curved into a friendly smile. Mine did the same.

His name was Eiri Uesugi, but he likes to be called Yuki. It was the first thing I asked him when we\'d torn ourselves away form the concert. He lived right there in Tokyo, in the upper, upper-class district. As if I couldn\'t tell - his clothes were made of thin, shiny silver, and I\'d never seen so many earrings {it\'s a class distinction, you know; I had two gold hoops in my left ear—he had about seven silvers in each}, not to mention the rings, necklaces, and bracelets he wore. On top of it all, he was wearing Nike shoes. He was everything I was not, and had always wished to I could be -rich, rich, rich—and he knew the words to Nittle Grasper\'s magical music. Of course, I was too entranced with the older teen himself to bother about being jealous.

Yuki was very thin, a bit taller then me, and he had semi-long, silky blonde hair. His eyes were sunflower-colored, and very intense. We walked away form the music together, headed for a bar. It was his fifth Seung Bo Nung, making him four years older then me at 22, so he had ideas of where to go. We ended up several blocks away from the mainstream in a tiny, out-of-way place called `7th Heaven\'. I\'d heard of the place from my brothers. K said once that “it sucks,” causing Hiro and Sakano to roar in private laughter. Now that I was myself standing at the door, I got their little joke: 7th Heaven was a gay bar.

I followed Yuki in anyway. Everything about the guy fascinated me; this was no exception. I wasn\'t thinking about this sexuality. I didn\'t care about what type of bar we were in. I was just excited I\'d found such an exquisite partner to share my first drink with.

Anyway, at the bar we met with a thin waitress in a short skirt, her green hair in braids dragging along the floor. {Suguru would love her, I couldn\'t help thinking; he always measured a women\'s beauty by the length of their hair}. But after she\'d shown us to a dark, quiet corner table and asked us what we\'d like, I suddenly realized that she was in fact a very cleverly dressed male.

I was surprisingly at east with the strange company. I was never very comfortable around females - with the exception of my mother {to whom I am infinitely closer than with my father}—especially since I\'m so attractive to them. No, really - it\'s quite uncomfortable, since I never felt the same way bout them. I just figured it was a feeling that came after sex with one of them. I don\'t believe that anymore; but, then again, I wouldn\'t know. I just smiled at the waitress and eyed the menu innocently. I looked up; Yuki was waiting for me to order first {always the gentlemand!}. I shrugged helplessly. “First drink” I said apologetically.

He smiled. “Then bring us two Beers and glasses.” His eyes were twinkling mischievously.

I wondered at his request. If we would each have a can of beer, why glasses as well? Then I remembered hearing of restaurants {nonexistent in our country} that served drinks in cans or bottles, along with glasses. Oh, luxury! Oh, deceit! I downed an entire can of beer, making a game of it with our little shot glasses. Needless to say, I as in no condition to be walking anywhere by myself, and it\'s a wonder I remember the events that followed our leaving the Heaven behind… then again, it was a great turning point in my life - in both our lives—and the most memorable thing, by far, about my great coming into manhood.

We staggered drunkenly, leaning on one another for some meager support. I\'m not sure exactly what happened in the bar {had they closed down or kicked us out…?} but eventually - around one, I think—we were on our way down the street.

Now, that had been my first drink ever, and a hardy one at that, but somehow my fogged mind determined that we were heading farther and farther away from civilized people. I stopped Yuki to tell him my thoughts on our predicament. To my surprise, he laughed.

“I know. We\'re goin\' this way on purpose…”

I thought he sounded like a snake and started to laugh. He laughed hard, too, but I don\'t think I ever told him what was so funny. I also thought he had no idea where he was going, and I found that funny, too. But I was wrong. He knew exactly where he was going.

There was a tall building ahead of us, abandoned like the rest of the quiet streets around us. The wind had picked up, blowing shreds of paper about, but there wasn\'t anything else there. He was headed for the spiraling tower to the left.

“What\'s zat?” I asked mindlessly.

“Parking garage.”
I admit, my brain was pretty trazzled. In otherwise normal conditions, I would have had a hard time understanding `parking garage,\'anway. But once we walked in, our footsteps echoing loudly, I saw the spaces on the pavement and realized that this was where `cars\' used to sit—er, park. Nowadays people are so much smarter. Why waste money and space on something you\'re not using? {Praise Buddha for teleports}

Although we were obviously in the dead zone {area abandoned by modern civilization} of town, the streetlights still worked, so that garage was slightly illuminated.

“Over here,” Yuki called form just ahead. I followed his voice into the shadows and saw that he was standing next to the one of the largest antiques I\'d every seen—besides the building itself, of course. It was a car. “Come on,” he prompted, opening a back door.

I was a little frightened of the monstrous machine {what if it swallows me up, then won\'t spit me back out?}, but the beer had made me feel adventurous - now, there\'s an understatement - so I crawled into the back seat after him.

We were sitting next to each other on a rather large, cushioned seat. It smelled musty, but it was comfortable. Yuki suddenly leaned forward. I held my breath, closing my eyes expectantly. He leaned over me and closed the door. Then sat back on his own side of the car.

I don\'t know why, but something in me was so disappointed at that moment that I almost cried. But then he spoke.

“This is a secret,” he whispered. “Don\'t ever tell anybody. If anyone finds out…” he laughed suddenly, and raised his voice back to normal level. “Well, it won\'t be a secret anymore, will it?” he laughed again, maybe at me this time. “I found this thing last year, just sitting here going to waste. I\'m glad its still here. Hey! Wanna see what I got?”

He twisted his agile body around to dig into a back pocket. He pulled out an object familiar to me - a CD. “Ever seen one of these? Watch!” he cried triumphantly. He did something with the front…er, dashboard - of the car, leaning past the front seats I jumped a moment later as music started to pump into my head from out of nowhere. It was a slow rhythm, with a strong beat, speaking a language I\'d never heard before. He turned the sound down load, and settled back into his own seat. “Well? What do you think?”

The whole situation made me so happy. I wanted to cry again. I\'d found a new best friend - a rich, beautiful, fun, spontaneous guy. And he had a CD! He knew how to work cars. I don\'t know if it was the music, the liquor, or just him - maybe a combination of all three - but at last a single tear dripped form the corner of my right eye and rolled down my face to my chin. That\'s when he first put his hands on me.

“Baka…Shuichi” he said my name softly. I felt his touch as he snatched away my tear from dribbling down my neck. And while his hands were already at my face, he touched his lips softly with his gentle fingertips. I don\'t know what made me do it -again, the music or the alcohol…or him - but I kissed those sweet fingers like they were the lips of a lover, and something inside me burst. Now, who\'s to say it was his fault, or my fault or Fate\'s fault, or…hell, blame it on Nittle Grasper. Whether I started it by kissing his hand, or he started it by wiping away my tear, or me by crying in the first place…it doesn\'t matter. In an instant he had pulled me against him, cradling me in his arms and holding me in his lap. My jacket, if you remember, was open all the way to the one button on the bottom, exposing my bare skin. His hand was instantly on my chest, rubbing my eagerly. My nipples were tingling with pleasure under his fine fingers, and I suddenly moaned aloud. He silenced me with a kiss, his arms up the back of my shirt grasping onto me as his soft, luscious lips locked onto mine. Just then a funny thought broke free again, this time, `I\'m going to get laid after all.\' I began to laugh. His mouth grinned against mine, and he licked my lips lustfully. Yuki slid down onto the seat until he was lying on his back, with me on top of him. Our bodies were pressed together, he was snuggled to keep me there. “No” I protested weakly. I turned a little to the side, only to unzip my pants.

“Ah!” he smiled, leading his head back as he again reached for me. I took one of his hands and led it down my underwear. It never once crossed my mind that, “Oh, wow…I\'m about to have sex with another man!” No, there was only this burning, throbbing desire in my body, a wild, untamable emotion I\'d never felt in all my eighteen years, until this night.


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