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Kin no Shuichi
Written by:
Chochowilliams
Disclaimer: I do not
own Gravitation or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of
this story.
Summary: Things were good. Or so Shuichi thought, but one mistake by Eiri
could throw everything they’ve worked so heard for out the window.
Chapter Summary: Shuichi fears they will be late for dinner
with his parents.
Warning: M/M,
romance, angst, OOC-ness, language, Shuichi/Eiri, implied Eiri/oc, implied
Shuichi/oc
Insert:
A/N: Thank you to lilgurlanima, fahaar, Miyabi-Elegance, Acherona for your reviews. Several of you wondered if Yoshio was really
straight. Truthfully, he doesn’t know
what he is. He just does what he has to
do (or “who” he has to do) in order to get what he wants. He WILL cause trouble for our couple in the
future.
+---+---+---+
Chapter 7.3: Ready?
“Eiri,
come on! We’ve got reservations for
eight.”
“In
a minute,” Eiri called back.
Shuichi
sighed tiredly. “That’s what you said
five minutes ago,” he reminded his husband from the doorway of the study.
“So
I did.” Eiri continued to pound away at
the keyboard. His eyes behind the
glasses moved just as rapidly as his fingers.
“Eiri! You’re not even dressed!” Shuichi scolded,
stepping into the office.
“Yeah,
well, unlike some people,” Eiri threw
a pointed look at Shuichi, “I don’t take fifty million years to get ready.”
Shuichi
blushed.
“Just
let me finish this.”
“And
how long is it going to take?”
“I’m
almost done.”
“What’re
you doing anyway?” Shuichi inquired curiously.
He trooped to the desk and stood behind Eiri’s chair.
“An
email.”
Shuichi
huffed. “We’re going to be late for
dinner with my parents because of an email?”
“We
won’t be late,” Eiri insisted.
“Yeah,
says the man who can’t tear himself away from the computer long enough to get
ready.”
Eiri
hit the send button, then “okay” to confirm the email address his short, but
crisp note was being sent to and then sat back.
“There.”
“Done?”
“Yeah.”
“Finally!”
Eiri
glanced at the clock on the bottom right hand corner of the screen. “Baka
it’s only six-thirty. We have plenty of
time.”
“Not
if we want to drop Sayo off at my sister’s on the way.”
“Don’t
worry.” Eiri went through the motions of
shutting down his laptop. “We’ll get to
the restaurant on time.”
Shuichi
bit his lip.
Eiri
pushed away from his desk and made his way to the bathroom to take a quick
shower.
“…Who
were you emailing?”
“Some
chick.”
“What
chick?”
“Don’t
know.” Eiri undressed and stepped into
the bathroom. He didn’t bother shutting
the door.
Shuichi
crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall besides the
door. He stared blankly at the wall
above the toilet across from him. “Then
why did you email her?” he asked, raising his voice above the sound of the
shower.
“She
sent me an email.”
“So?”
Eiri
received how many emails and letters?
What made this girl so different?
“In
my shirt pocket.”
“What?”
The
sound of the showered quieted. Moments
later, Eiri stepped out dripping wet and naked.
Shuichi drank in the erotic sight.
All other thought fled from his mind in that instant.
“Look
in my shirt pocket.”
Eiri’s
voice cut through Shuichi’s muddled thoughts.
“Huh?”
Wrapping
a towel around his waist, Eiri smirked knowingly over his shoulder glistening
with water droplets as he grabbed a second towel out of the cupboard. “My.
Short. Pocket,” he reiterated,
drying himself off.
“Oh.” Overheating and not from embarrassment, Shuichi
bent to retrieve whatever it was from Eiri’s shirt pocket. It turned out to be a folded sheet of
paper. “What is it?”
“Her
email.” Eiri tossed the towel into the
hamper and ran his comb through his damp locks.
“I
can see that. But what does she say?”
Done
with his hair, Eiri strode out of the dressing room and into the walk-in master
closet.
Shuichi
followed behind, unfolding the sheet of paper.
“She
was bitching about something in my book.”
“Again?”
“This’s
another chick.”
“Oh.”
Shuichi
quickly read through the email.
Confusion quickly turned to anger.
“What the…? What the hell is she
talking about?”
“No
idea,” Eiri admitted as he emerged fully dressed in a green button up shirt
tucked into a pair of black slacks. A
black belt was cinched around his waist.
He was fixing the collar of his black suit jacket as he stepped around
Shuichi to the dresser to find a pair of socks.
“Doesn’t
she know you’re a monk?”
“Obviously
not.”
“But…! Why would she say such…such…?”
“Crap?”
Eiri suggested. “Who knows? She obviously didn’t read the story.”
“What? Of course she did. Otherwise-!”
Eiri
shook his head as he checked out his appearance in the mirror above the
dresser. “I mean, she must not have been
paying close attention to what she was reading.
Because in that same paragraph she’s bitching about, I explain why the character is like she is. Why I wrote what I did.”
Shuichi
read and reread the email. With each
glance, his fury only grew. “I don’t get
it,” he exploded. “How can she say
something so…so disrespectful? I mean,
how can she even think you’d think
that?”
“Don’t
know.” Eiri started out the door. “Coming?” he called back at Shuichi. “You were the one complaining about being
late.”
“B-but,
Eiri!” Shuichi raced after him.
Eiri
snatched the email back. “You go get
Sayo.” He ordered. “I’ll get her things
together.”
“How
can you be so calm?”
“Because
I already took out all my annoyance in that email I sent her,” Eiri
explained. Though he could feel it starting
to rekindle the longer they discussed it.
“She obviously read too much into it, jumped to a conclusion and…”
“And
obviously didn’t know you.”
Eiri
inclined his head. “Guess not. But you know, it happens. You can’t please everyone all the time. There will always be that one person who will
take offense to the smallest slight, whether it’s true or not or even whether
there is a slight. Some people make something out of
nothing. They’ll take things out of
context in order to prove their point.”
Eiri shrugged. “It happens. Now, let’s go.”
“It’s
like that other girl, right?” Shuichi asked as he gently lifted Sayo out of her
crib.
Slinging
the diaper bag over his shoulder, Eiri shrugged. “I suppose.”
“What
was she complaining about?”
“Don’t
remember,” Eiri admitted. “Something
about being a prejudiced bigot.”
“Bitch,”
Shuichi hissed as he slipped into his shoes with help from Eiri, seeing his
arms were full.
“She’s
entitled to her opinion.”
“Even
if she’s full of shit?”
“Even
if.”
“Don’t
people know the meaning of the word ‘fiction’?”
“Guess
not. Just like they don’t know what
‘symbolism’ is.”
The
couple stepped into the elevator.
“By
the way,” Eiri said as he cast Shuichi a sideways glance. “Told ya we’d make it in time.”
“Huh?”
Eiri
pulled back the sleeve of his coat and held up his wrist.
“Oh,”
Shuichi said as he read the time on Eiri’s watch. It had only taken Eiri fifteen minutes to get
ready.
“Baka.”
---TBC---
Preview:
“In Regards To”
A/N: This
was an unplanned chapter. I wrote it in
like ten minutes, but I had to get it out.
It is in response to a review I got for “Still Raining”.
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