Let it Will Be

Let it Will Be
Flora Winters
I do not own Gravitation. It is so wonderful.
Summary: Shuichi is kicked out of Yuki’s apartment yet again and Ryuichi is there for him with Kumagoro in tow. MM, Language.

Chapter Nine

Shuichi looked around and slipped away into some silent shadows while people were all eyes for the shimmering star onstage. He did not want anyone to see him or hear his private conversation. It was no-telling how the media would take and spin a scandal off it.

“Hi, Yuki,” he said with a gentle smile, happy to hear his voice. “How is your book signing going?”

“Where are you at?” Yuki asked, sounding annoyed and cold as always. “What is all that noise?”

Shuichi was about to tell him and suddenly froze. His mouth would not open for him to answer the simple question.

What was he going to tell him? Oh, I’m at a hot spring with my Sex God, Ryuichi. He was singing the most astounding and heartbreaking love song ever. It was all about true love, Yuki. You should have been here. It was made of awesome. Not even you could say bad things about his lyrics.

“Well?” Yuki asked, his voice cutting through him like a cold wind from the arctic wastes. “Where the hell are, you damn brat?”

Shuichi suddenly sneezed and slightly moaned because of it. He might as well just tell Yuki the truth. People had been taking pictures.

“Ryuichi and I are at a hot spring.” Shuichi told him, not telling him where just yet. “I’m having lots of fun, too, Yuki. They have yummy shaved ice. Do you want me to bring you home something from the festival?”

The silence on the other end of the line was deafening to the pink haired singer. He was mentally preparing himself for the emotional avalanche that was soon going to burry him.

“You’ve gone to a hot spring with that psychotic idiot?” Yuki asked, sounding slightly amused.

Shuichi’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t call him that, Yuki. He’s a very nice person and he’s my friend.”

“You’re defending him to me now,” Yuki asked, sounding like he was lighting a cigarette. “Is he that good?”

Shuichi blinked. He was suddenly confused. “What are you talking about?”

“No need to hide it from me, you idiot,” he said, taking a seat on his sofa. “You’re having sex on the side, aren’t you?”

“We’re not sleeping together!” Shuichi yelled, ducking behind a giant pine when his shrill voice echoed. “We’re just friends, Yuki.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” the handsome blonde novelist smiled and it was sharp as an icicle. “Is he as good as me?”

Shuichi had tears streaming from his eyes. He was so pissed. “You’re the only man I’ve ever been with, Yuki. You’re the only person I’ve ever been with.”

Yuki was simply eating this up. It was so much fun torturing him so.

“Don’t lie to me!” He snarled. “Why else would that moron take you to a hot spring?”

“I’M SICK!” Shuichi screamed into the phone, Yuki holding it away from his own ear while he did so. “YOU KICKED ME OUT, YOU ASS HAT! YOU LEFT ME WITH NO WORD! I WOKE UP IN THE HOSPITAL AND YOU WERE GONE!”

“And this is your reason for sleeping with an idiot, you idiot?” Yuki asked, amusement growing by the second. “You’re paying me back for leaving you alone?”

Shuichi fell to his knees. “Why are you doing this? Why are saying such mean things to me? Don’t you trust me, Yuki? I love you.”

Yuki’s voice was cold as ice and he said, “Well, I hate you, you cheating slut.”

The line instantly went dead and Shuichi choked back a scream that nearly clawed its way out of his throat. He fell over onto his side, trembling as if freezing.

Yuki put his phone down, chuckling to himself. He couldn’t wait to see how fast the little bitch came whimpering back to him.

He began to smoke his cigarette as he massaged the bulge in his pants. He couldn’t wait to get back home and have that begging mouth devour him before he pounded that tight ass into submission.

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Touma was beside himself with a fury that seemed to make Hell’s fire dim in comparison. He was going to hang that bunny hopping moron who was too damn smart for his own good up by his toes and carve off his flesh.

“We’re lost!” Noriko shrieked in despair, throwing an arm across her forehead. “This landfill is just like the Crystal Maze!”

“My feet hurt.” Suguru told them, falling over flat on his back. “I need a break.”

Hiro nodded his head, sitting down beside him. He had finally gotten use to all the foul smells.

K was carrying a crazed Sakano over a shoulder. The poor man had had a complete and total mental collapse. He was singing Jesus Loves Me in Hebrew, and it sounded oddly like a satanic chant. It was kind of funny.

“Why is it so goddamn dark? Couldn’t these whores of gotten some fucking security lights?” Touma yelled, kicking a stupid soup can from his path. “I refuse to be here all damn night!”

“This is your fault!” Noriko barked at him, jabbing the blonde in the chest with a sharp finger. “If you hadn’t blown up that damn bunny, we’d still have a car, and our damn cell phones!”

“Whose cock do I have to suck in order to get a shower?” K wailed like a Southern Bell. He simply adored Missy Scarlet from Gone with the Wind.

Hiro raised his hand and K rolled his eyes. That was when it started to rain on them.

The redhead looked up at the sky and snorted. K actually sat Mr. Sakano down, walked over, and knelt down between the stunned redhead’s legs.

“Oh, stop it!” Touma shrieked, smashing a chucked brick over the American’s blond head, storming off in a tantrum. “Someone come find me now! I command it, goddamn it!”

Norkio made a face and quickly followed after him. She did not like the perverted look on the redhead’s face.

K had collapsed onto Hiro’s lap, and the redhead was snickering evilly. He now had the blond of his dreams right where he wanted him. This was fucking fantastic.

Suguru gawked when he heard a zipper being opened. He simply had to look away in horror when he saw what his band mate was doing to their manager.

“Oh, sweet Buddha!” Hiro cried out, giggling insanely.

Suguru broke out into chills and slowly turned to look in terror. The redhead was putting makeup on K and was going overboard with the blush. He looked like a chick from Geisha’s Gone Wild.

“Sakano!” Touma yelled from a distance. “Pull yourself together for Christ’s sake!”

Sakano was on his feet in an instant. “Yes, Sir!”

“Suguru!” The blond shouted. “You and Hiroshi help him carry the American psycho!”

“Somebody!” Norkio screamed. “Please, come and save us from this horrid place!”

Touma and all of them began to walk once more. The moment he got out of here, he was going to take a long hot shower, and send out the flying monkeys. It was time to bring those two bitches back to the N-G.

“Look at all the shiny missiles, Hiro,” K snickered, eyes rolling around in his head. “Such pretty boom-booms they are.”

“AH!” Touma shouted, pulling a flare fun from his back pocket, firing like there was no tomorrow.

Everyone gawked at the explosion, watching the news chopper crash in the distance. Not one of them dared to open their mouths.

Touma cackled. “Let’s go search their bodies for a cell phone, hmm?”

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Tatsuo had to ask Hiromi to carry the fallen pop star back to his suite. The poor boy was shivering, crying, and a complete mess. He had thought they were never going to be able to escape the concerned crowd of loyal fans. What in the world had happened in those few minutes he was gone? Was he having a nervous breakdown?

Ryuichi was chewing away on Kumagoro’s left ear. Had his song made Shuichi sad? What did he do? How could he make it better?

Hiromi laid Shuichi down on his soft futon, covering him up with the warm blankets before backing away. He watched the young man curl up on his side, sobbing into his pillow.

Ryuichi knelt down beside his crying friend, not noticing Tatsuo and Hiromi silently leave. He reached out, running his fingers through Shuichi’s soft hair.

Shuichi flinched away from his touch only to cry harder for doing so. He felt like such an idiot.

“Shuichi?” Ryuichi asked, dropping his rejected hand to his lap. “What did I do? How can I make it better? Please, stop crying, Shuichi.”

Shuichi squeezed his eyes shut and cried even more. Ryuichi had done nothing wrong. He was to blame for this, not him. He should not have come here to begin with.

“Please, don’t hate us, Shuichi,” Ryuichi whispered, squeezing Kumagoro tightly to his chest. “I couldn’t stand it if you hated us. I sung that song for you…not to make you sad.”

“YUKI HATES ME!” Shuichi suddenly cried out, throwing his arms around Ryuichi’s neck, holding onto him as if his sanity depended on it. “He’s mad that I’m here with you and he called me a…SLUT!”

Ryuichi’s eyes widened in horror and he wrapped his arms around his trembling friend. What had he done? He had only wanted to do something nice and fun for him.

He gently squeezed his special sparkle and his eyes narrowed into poisonous slits that would put a venomous snake to shame. He knew that Yuki was distrusting by nature, the stupid shit couldn’t help it, but he had to know that Shuichi would never do such a thing.

“I have to get home,” Shuichi said, coughing really hard, chest aching. “I have to prove…”

“We will,” Ryuichi told him, cursing Yuki with baldness, and bitch slapping the mental bitch slap. “We’ll head back first thing in the morning.”

“I’m sorry,” Shuichi sniffled, feeling really light headed. He felt like he was dying.

Ryuichi had him to lie back down and covered him back up. He put Kumagoro down beside him and smiled. He was going to blow Yuki up if the poop head didn’t forgive his sparkly. He had enough sticks of dynamite to make an explosion visible from the surface of the moon.

He snickered.

“What are you doing?” An imaginary Yuki asked in his head.

“You’re ass is my birthday cake, bitch,” he said, laughing at Yuki’s face when the blond noticed that he had a stick of dynamite shoved up it. “Better let me hurry and make a wish before you go…”

BOOM!

“Aw,” he frowned, looking around at the mess. “Mr. Yuki went boom before I could make my wish.”

“Ryuichi?” Shuichi asked in concern. “Where did you go?”

He gently wiped Shuichi’s salty tears away with a tissue, telling him that he was going to get him some tea. He also told him that he would have to take his icky medicine when he got back, too.

Ryuichi grabbed his cell phone and headed for the door. He looked back and grinned at his sparkly friend.

Shuichi watched him leave and looked to the window. The full moon was shining through and he felt so lonely. It was like his heart had stopped beating.

Yuki…

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Well, I’ve just read all the Gravitation manga. In all honesty…I think this fic is pretty tame compared to those pages. Hell, I could be writing some sexy ass sex scenes right now…but this place will not allow me to do so without penalties. The next chapters will contain more explosions, gunshots, screaming, cursing, and maybe even some blasphemy here and there. I love me some good old blasphemy.

Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing this story. I absolutely love your reviews! They are all awesome! Thank you so very much!

Flora.