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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
6,027
Reviews:
38
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I Turn To You
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gravitation or any of its characters. Gravitation belongs to Maki Murakami, I’m only borrowing them temporarily for entertainment purposes. I don’t make money off this. I just love the characters and enjoy writing.
A/N: Thank you again to everyone. My beta\'s deserve a big Thanks too. =D
Reviews:
TricksterGoddess: Things will be coming to a head soon. Hope you continue to enjoy it. I think you\'ll like how it ends.
albi: Yes Tatsuha made a lot of good points and we\'ll have to find out if Eiri listened or not.
Skittles the Sugar Fairy: So glad you like it. Here\'s you\'re update.
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I Turn to You
Week 10
Day 67 of Eiri’s absence
Hiro waited patiently for the elevator to get to the floor he needed. It probably would have been quicker to use the stairs, considering the elevator stopped on every floor to let someone on or off. Hiro couldn’t be bothered with paying much attention to anything but the floor indicator light. He was concerned about his best friend. He had left multiple messages on Shuichi’s home and cell phones without any calls back. It was so unlike his friend not to answer. He had to find out what was going on with his lead singer.
The elevator doors finally opened to the floor Hiro needed. He excused himself as he bumped into an older lady that stood a bit too close to him. He stepped out into the long corridor and made his way to the door he hoped contained his best friend.
Hiro knocked on the door when he reached his destination, then waited. Moments passed before Hiro knocked again with more force. Maybe Shuichi had gone out. Maybe something had happened to him. A million scenarios went through Hiro’s mind, sending him into a panic. He knocked again, this time he felt desperate, “Shuichi!”
The door opened suddenly to reveal the boy Hiro was looking for. Shuichi stood before him, clad in a crumpled up green button shirt, his baggy khaki shorts could just be seen under the long shirt. It had to have been one of Eiri’s shirts, Hiro thought. The shirt was only buttoned from the middle down and Shuichi’s messy hair gave the impression that he had just woken up.
“Hiro?” A small voice broke the stillness.
“Shuichi, where have you been? I’ve been calling over and over,” Hiro questioned.
“I’m sorry I haven’t called back. I just haven’t felt like talking to anyone,” Shuichi whispered.
“Shuichi, can I come in?” Hiro asked.
Shuichi looked behind himself as if he was unsure, but stepped aside for Hiro to enter. “Please forgive the mess, I was just cleaning up.”
Hiro entered and let Shuichi close the door behind him. The other boy took off his shoes as Shuichi walked past him into the apartment.
Hiro entered the living room to find Shuichi on his knees in front of the coffee table, spraying wood cleaner and then wiping it clean before repeating the process. Hiro looked around, the entire living room was clean and if the balcony drapes were opened, Hiro would guess it would sparkle. “I thought you said to excuse the mess. Everything here looks great, Shuichi.”
Shuichi sighed. “You don’t have to say that, Hiro. I know it’s a complete wreck. I’ve been working all afternoon and I still have to scrub the floors and clean the bathroom and kitchen.”
“Do you want any help? Hiro offered.
“No,” Shuichi replied wearily. “I can do it myself. I’m sure you have better things to do.”
“That’s nonsense, Shu. I came to visit you.”
“Obviously it’s a bad time. I have to get this clean.”
Hiro was shocked to hear the cold reply from Shuichi. His once bubbly, carefree friend now seemed half alive and mechanical in the way he was cleaning. “Why do you have to get things so clean?”
Shuichi sprayed the table again and proceeded to clean the same spot over and over. “He’ll come back when things are perfect.”
“He?” Hiro stood in shock. “Shuichi, is that what he said? Did you talk to Yuki?”
“No,” Shuichi answered meekly. “I haven’t heard anything except what I hear from Tatsuha. I’ve wracked my brain as to why he hasn’t come home yet and I figured out that it has to be because I’m so loud and messy and annoying. So, I’m fixing it.”
“Fixing what?” Hiro asked.
Shuichi looked up to Hiro, sad purple eyes looked from behind limp pink bangs. “Me,” the unsteady voice answered.
“Shuichi…” Hiro choked out. Tears welled into brown eyes; the sight of his friend on his knees, looking defeated, tore him apart.
Hiro moved next to Shuichi and felt his knees buckle, leaving him face to face with sad purple eyes. “Shuichi, it’s not you.” Hiro reached to touch Shuichi’s shoulder but the younger man moved away, making Hiro freeze in his movements. The dark haired boy looked puzzled. “Shuichi, what’s wrong?”
“Hiro, you don’t understand. Eiri left because of me. I have to figure out some way to prove I’m good enough. Tatsuha has been coming here and he must be reporting to Eiri about how the place looks horrible and everything.”
“Tatsuha’s your friend. He wouldn’t do something like that,” Hiro replied, moving his hand back to his own lap. Truth was, he wasn’t sure what Tatsuha would report to Eiri, but he couldn’t believe that he would say something bad about Shuichi, especially since the apartment looked spotless.
“Then why? Why did he go?” Shuichi shouted.
“I… I don’t know, Shuichi. He’s Yuki, he has always done things like this,” Hiro tried to explain.
“Don’t call him Yuki! His name is Eiri! And don’t pretend to know him, because you don’t. You hate him and won’t even give him a chance!” Shuichi yelled, his purple eyes filling with tears.
Hiro couldn’t remember a time when he saw Shuichi really angry. He had seen the young singer upset, but that was mostly induced by frustration. This time, Shuichi looked genuinely angry. Hiro watched as tears spilt down Shuichi’s pale cheeks and guilt began to tear at his stomach. Shuichi had been holding so much back; how could he not have seen it before?
“You’re right, Shuichi. I’m sorry. I know you love him. I should have been more empathetic and understanding. But, I don’t believe for one second that any of this is your fault,” Hiro admitted.
Shuichi sprayed the table and began to clean again, not replying to his friend.
“Shuichi, you have a good heart and you love him so much. Don’t give up on that. Don’t change, because he cares for you how you are now,” Hiro continued.
Shuichi froze, his voice barely a whisper, “What if he doesn’t care, Hiro? What if he realizes he’s better off without me?”
“You can’t play the ‘what if’ game, Shu. It’ll tear you apart. There are too many ‘what ifs’ I know one thing though; you’ll find happiness. You’ll be strong. Look at you. You’ve grown up so much, Shuichi.”
“I’m a mess,” Shuichi argued half heartedly.
“So? We all become a mess now and then,” Hiro answered, reaching to touch Shuichi’s shoulder again.
Shuichi moved aside, dodging Hiro’s hand. The pink haired boy stood up. “I suppose I just wanted to prove that I could do it, but I failed. I’m not strong enough, Shuichi answered.
“You don’t have to be that strong. Shu, it’s why you have friends. I promise I won’t let you down again,” Hiro replied, standing to be more level with his companion.
“I don’t want to be a burden. I know I’m a handful,” Shuichi said, inching away from the taller boy.
“You’re not a burden and if I didn’t want to be here and be your friend, then I would have left long ago,” Hiro answered, taking steps to keep Shuichi close.
“Thank you, Hiro I appreciate it.”
“Anytime, I’m just sorry that I wasn’t here sooner. I should have been here the whole time. You really fooled me. I thought things were better for you.”
“I have good days,” Shuichi rebutted.
“Today’s not one of them, huh?” Hiro couldn’t help but smile and pat Shuichi’s back.
Shuichi immediately moved to the other side of the immaculately clean coffee table.
“Shuichi, why don’t you want me to touch you? You keep moving away,” Hiro asked, concern filling his voice.
Shuichi shrugged. “I don’t want to be touched.”
“Why?”
The young man gave another shrug. “Don’t deserve it.”
“Why on earth would you say that?”
“Come on, Hiro. I’m the biggest let down around. I can’t do anything right, I’m clumsy, stupid and scatter brained,” the saddened boy sighed. “Should I continue?”
Hiro felt his face flush with anger; he tried to restrain himself when speaking as not to frighten his friend. “Never call yourself stupid again. Understand me?”
Shuichi looked up into brown eyes. “What?”
“You’re not stupid. You may be naïve sometimes, but you’re a good person and anyone who calls you stupid will have to answer to me,” Hiro stated sternly.
“Well, I called myself stupid. It’s true,” Shuichi answered, his voice void of any feeling.
“That’s it!” Hiro shouted. He was frustrated. He couldn’t believe how he could have let his best friend get this depressed. It wasn’t right to see Shuichi this sad. The young boy was born to smile, not frown.
Shuichi’s eyes widened as Hiro made his way to him. “Hiro?”
Hiro wrapped his arms around his short friend, pulling him into a hug. Shuichi struggled and hit the taller boy’s chest in an attempt to get away. “Stop! Hiro, let me go!”
“No!” Hiro said, hugging his friend more. Hiro felt Shuichi struggle to get free for a few minutes before he felt him relax and begin to tremble. The small body in his arms sobbed. “How long has it been since someone hugged you, Shuichi?”
The pink haired boy didn’t answer. His sobs shook his body as he gripped the back of Hiro’s jacket in his fists tightly.
“It’s been too long, my friend. I’m sorry,” Hiro answered himself, pulling Shuichi tight, pressing his face into the wild pink locks. “I’m so sorry. I won’t let it go that long again.” Hiro let his friend cry against his chest, rubbing the shorter man’s back soothingly. “Let it all out, Shuichi.”
Slowly, Shuichi’s sobs quieted, his small fists still holding Hiro’s jacket in a vice grip. “Hiro?” a gentle voice asked.
“Yes, Shuichi?”
“Please stay tonight. I’m tired of being alone. Just one night,” the voice pleaded against the wet cloth that covered Hiro’s chest.
“Of course. We’ll watch TV and talk until you fall asleep,” Hiro answered.
“Thank you, Hiro.”
Hiro let his hold on his friend go, allowing them to sit side by side on the couch. Shuichi cuddled up next to the taller boy, leaning his head on Hiro’s shoulder. “You’re the best friend a guy could have,” Shuichi said.
Hiro stretched his arm around Shuichi’s shoulders, bringing the boy closer. “You’re a great friend too, Shuichi.”
The two boys sat on the couch watching TV for an hour before Hiro noticed that Shuichi had fallen asleep against him.
The dark haired teen put the remote on the cushion next to him and scooped his tired friend into his arms, carrying him to the bedroom. Hiro then gently put the sleeping body onto the bed, smiling as Shuichi instinctively cuddled to Eiri’s side of the bed.
Hiro placed a chaste kiss to Shuichi’s head and pulled a blanket over his resting friend. The dark haired boy smiled before leaving the bedroom to make himself comfortable on the couch.
A/N: Thank you again to everyone. My beta\'s deserve a big Thanks too. =D
Reviews:
TricksterGoddess: Things will be coming to a head soon. Hope you continue to enjoy it. I think you\'ll like how it ends.
albi: Yes Tatsuha made a lot of good points and we\'ll have to find out if Eiri listened or not.
Skittles the Sugar Fairy: So glad you like it. Here\'s you\'re update.
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I Turn to You
Week 10
Day 67 of Eiri’s absence
Hiro waited patiently for the elevator to get to the floor he needed. It probably would have been quicker to use the stairs, considering the elevator stopped on every floor to let someone on or off. Hiro couldn’t be bothered with paying much attention to anything but the floor indicator light. He was concerned about his best friend. He had left multiple messages on Shuichi’s home and cell phones without any calls back. It was so unlike his friend not to answer. He had to find out what was going on with his lead singer.
The elevator doors finally opened to the floor Hiro needed. He excused himself as he bumped into an older lady that stood a bit too close to him. He stepped out into the long corridor and made his way to the door he hoped contained his best friend.
Hiro knocked on the door when he reached his destination, then waited. Moments passed before Hiro knocked again with more force. Maybe Shuichi had gone out. Maybe something had happened to him. A million scenarios went through Hiro’s mind, sending him into a panic. He knocked again, this time he felt desperate, “Shuichi!”
The door opened suddenly to reveal the boy Hiro was looking for. Shuichi stood before him, clad in a crumpled up green button shirt, his baggy khaki shorts could just be seen under the long shirt. It had to have been one of Eiri’s shirts, Hiro thought. The shirt was only buttoned from the middle down and Shuichi’s messy hair gave the impression that he had just woken up.
“Hiro?” A small voice broke the stillness.
“Shuichi, where have you been? I’ve been calling over and over,” Hiro questioned.
“I’m sorry I haven’t called back. I just haven’t felt like talking to anyone,” Shuichi whispered.
“Shuichi, can I come in?” Hiro asked.
Shuichi looked behind himself as if he was unsure, but stepped aside for Hiro to enter. “Please forgive the mess, I was just cleaning up.”
Hiro entered and let Shuichi close the door behind him. The other boy took off his shoes as Shuichi walked past him into the apartment.
Hiro entered the living room to find Shuichi on his knees in front of the coffee table, spraying wood cleaner and then wiping it clean before repeating the process. Hiro looked around, the entire living room was clean and if the balcony drapes were opened, Hiro would guess it would sparkle. “I thought you said to excuse the mess. Everything here looks great, Shuichi.”
Shuichi sighed. “You don’t have to say that, Hiro. I know it’s a complete wreck. I’ve been working all afternoon and I still have to scrub the floors and clean the bathroom and kitchen.”
“Do you want any help? Hiro offered.
“No,” Shuichi replied wearily. “I can do it myself. I’m sure you have better things to do.”
“That’s nonsense, Shu. I came to visit you.”
“Obviously it’s a bad time. I have to get this clean.”
Hiro was shocked to hear the cold reply from Shuichi. His once bubbly, carefree friend now seemed half alive and mechanical in the way he was cleaning. “Why do you have to get things so clean?”
Shuichi sprayed the table again and proceeded to clean the same spot over and over. “He’ll come back when things are perfect.”
“He?” Hiro stood in shock. “Shuichi, is that what he said? Did you talk to Yuki?”
“No,” Shuichi answered meekly. “I haven’t heard anything except what I hear from Tatsuha. I’ve wracked my brain as to why he hasn’t come home yet and I figured out that it has to be because I’m so loud and messy and annoying. So, I’m fixing it.”
“Fixing what?” Hiro asked.
Shuichi looked up to Hiro, sad purple eyes looked from behind limp pink bangs. “Me,” the unsteady voice answered.
“Shuichi…” Hiro choked out. Tears welled into brown eyes; the sight of his friend on his knees, looking defeated, tore him apart.
Hiro moved next to Shuichi and felt his knees buckle, leaving him face to face with sad purple eyes. “Shuichi, it’s not you.” Hiro reached to touch Shuichi’s shoulder but the younger man moved away, making Hiro freeze in his movements. The dark haired boy looked puzzled. “Shuichi, what’s wrong?”
“Hiro, you don’t understand. Eiri left because of me. I have to figure out some way to prove I’m good enough. Tatsuha has been coming here and he must be reporting to Eiri about how the place looks horrible and everything.”
“Tatsuha’s your friend. He wouldn’t do something like that,” Hiro replied, moving his hand back to his own lap. Truth was, he wasn’t sure what Tatsuha would report to Eiri, but he couldn’t believe that he would say something bad about Shuichi, especially since the apartment looked spotless.
“Then why? Why did he go?” Shuichi shouted.
“I… I don’t know, Shuichi. He’s Yuki, he has always done things like this,” Hiro tried to explain.
“Don’t call him Yuki! His name is Eiri! And don’t pretend to know him, because you don’t. You hate him and won’t even give him a chance!” Shuichi yelled, his purple eyes filling with tears.
Hiro couldn’t remember a time when he saw Shuichi really angry. He had seen the young singer upset, but that was mostly induced by frustration. This time, Shuichi looked genuinely angry. Hiro watched as tears spilt down Shuichi’s pale cheeks and guilt began to tear at his stomach. Shuichi had been holding so much back; how could he not have seen it before?
“You’re right, Shuichi. I’m sorry. I know you love him. I should have been more empathetic and understanding. But, I don’t believe for one second that any of this is your fault,” Hiro admitted.
Shuichi sprayed the table and began to clean again, not replying to his friend.
“Shuichi, you have a good heart and you love him so much. Don’t give up on that. Don’t change, because he cares for you how you are now,” Hiro continued.
Shuichi froze, his voice barely a whisper, “What if he doesn’t care, Hiro? What if he realizes he’s better off without me?”
“You can’t play the ‘what if’ game, Shu. It’ll tear you apart. There are too many ‘what ifs’ I know one thing though; you’ll find happiness. You’ll be strong. Look at you. You’ve grown up so much, Shuichi.”
“I’m a mess,” Shuichi argued half heartedly.
“So? We all become a mess now and then,” Hiro answered, reaching to touch Shuichi’s shoulder again.
Shuichi moved aside, dodging Hiro’s hand. The pink haired boy stood up. “I suppose I just wanted to prove that I could do it, but I failed. I’m not strong enough, Shuichi answered.
“You don’t have to be that strong. Shu, it’s why you have friends. I promise I won’t let you down again,” Hiro replied, standing to be more level with his companion.
“I don’t want to be a burden. I know I’m a handful,” Shuichi said, inching away from the taller boy.
“You’re not a burden and if I didn’t want to be here and be your friend, then I would have left long ago,” Hiro answered, taking steps to keep Shuichi close.
“Thank you, Hiro I appreciate it.”
“Anytime, I’m just sorry that I wasn’t here sooner. I should have been here the whole time. You really fooled me. I thought things were better for you.”
“I have good days,” Shuichi rebutted.
“Today’s not one of them, huh?” Hiro couldn’t help but smile and pat Shuichi’s back.
Shuichi immediately moved to the other side of the immaculately clean coffee table.
“Shuichi, why don’t you want me to touch you? You keep moving away,” Hiro asked, concern filling his voice.
Shuichi shrugged. “I don’t want to be touched.”
“Why?”
The young man gave another shrug. “Don’t deserve it.”
“Why on earth would you say that?”
“Come on, Hiro. I’m the biggest let down around. I can’t do anything right, I’m clumsy, stupid and scatter brained,” the saddened boy sighed. “Should I continue?”
Hiro felt his face flush with anger; he tried to restrain himself when speaking as not to frighten his friend. “Never call yourself stupid again. Understand me?”
Shuichi looked up into brown eyes. “What?”
“You’re not stupid. You may be naïve sometimes, but you’re a good person and anyone who calls you stupid will have to answer to me,” Hiro stated sternly.
“Well, I called myself stupid. It’s true,” Shuichi answered, his voice void of any feeling.
“That’s it!” Hiro shouted. He was frustrated. He couldn’t believe how he could have let his best friend get this depressed. It wasn’t right to see Shuichi this sad. The young boy was born to smile, not frown.
Shuichi’s eyes widened as Hiro made his way to him. “Hiro?”
Hiro wrapped his arms around his short friend, pulling him into a hug. Shuichi struggled and hit the taller boy’s chest in an attempt to get away. “Stop! Hiro, let me go!”
“No!” Hiro said, hugging his friend more. Hiro felt Shuichi struggle to get free for a few minutes before he felt him relax and begin to tremble. The small body in his arms sobbed. “How long has it been since someone hugged you, Shuichi?”
The pink haired boy didn’t answer. His sobs shook his body as he gripped the back of Hiro’s jacket in his fists tightly.
“It’s been too long, my friend. I’m sorry,” Hiro answered himself, pulling Shuichi tight, pressing his face into the wild pink locks. “I’m so sorry. I won’t let it go that long again.” Hiro let his friend cry against his chest, rubbing the shorter man’s back soothingly. “Let it all out, Shuichi.”
Slowly, Shuichi’s sobs quieted, his small fists still holding Hiro’s jacket in a vice grip. “Hiro?” a gentle voice asked.
“Yes, Shuichi?”
“Please stay tonight. I’m tired of being alone. Just one night,” the voice pleaded against the wet cloth that covered Hiro’s chest.
“Of course. We’ll watch TV and talk until you fall asleep,” Hiro answered.
“Thank you, Hiro.”
Hiro let his hold on his friend go, allowing them to sit side by side on the couch. Shuichi cuddled up next to the taller boy, leaning his head on Hiro’s shoulder. “You’re the best friend a guy could have,” Shuichi said.
Hiro stretched his arm around Shuichi’s shoulders, bringing the boy closer. “You’re a great friend too, Shuichi.”
The two boys sat on the couch watching TV for an hour before Hiro noticed that Shuichi had fallen asleep against him.
The dark haired teen put the remote on the cushion next to him and scooped his tired friend into his arms, carrying him to the bedroom. Hiro then gently put the sleeping body onto the bed, smiling as Shuichi instinctively cuddled to Eiri’s side of the bed.
Hiro placed a chaste kiss to Shuichi’s head and pulled a blanket over his resting friend. The dark haired boy smiled before leaving the bedroom to make himself comfortable on the couch.