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Love's Painful Truth	By : Daxemon Category: Gravitation > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2588 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Love’s Painful Truth

Author: Daxemon

Fandom: Gravitation (yaoi)

Pairing/Characters: Yuki/Hiro

Rating: Mature

Disclaimer: The Maki Murakami is the creator of Gravitation and I will do my best to not soil her creations with my filthy thoughts…….well maybe just a little. I’ll make sure to clean them up afterwards. Obviously these guys don’t belong to me or anyone but Ms. Murakami.

A/N – Here is my late and latest update in the ongoing tale of Hiro's and Yuki's tryst. Hopefully everything works out for the better, but we'll all have to wait for that. Well I give my utmost thanks to my BETA Menge Horde. She is the awesomest if there is such a word, it perfectly describes her input and skill at figuring out what I want to say and do with my fic. She's a great co-pilot. Thanks Menge Horde you rock.

This is also an apology to all my loyal readers old and new....I have been out of the fic world writing-wise for a while, because life kicked me in the backside and I ended up in the hospital again and then after I left after a week I had to recuperate and then concentrate on taking care of my family and then my muse had a fit and refused to entice me....also not having access to a proper desktop computer didn't help either.... so now I'm up and running again....hopefully life doesn't throw another wrench in the works again...Well now on to the update.

Love’s Painful Truth

Chapter – 11

As the hours ticked by, Hiro became more and more aware of the subtle glances that he was receiving from the immediate direction of one Claude Winchester. Claude, a.k.a. “K”, a.k.a. “bad luck’s manager”, a.k.a. “a gun wielding lunatic”, just may or may not be aware of the illicit relationship between one very tense looking Eiri Yuki and himself.

Hiro wondered if anyone noticed the rigid set of Yuki’s shoulders or the way he played with the lighter in his coat pocket. He hadn’t moved that much in the last few hours, other than to take a seat a few chairs away from everyone else. Hiro knew Yuki was worried about Shuichi, but it seemed there was something else bothering him. Hiro wondered if Yuki had picked up on the subtle glances that were coming from K.

Hiro soon got confirmation when he felt K’s gaze on him again and noticed how Yuki’s body language tensed ever so slightly, and how his hand paused with playing with his lighter. The most obvious sign was the slight narrowing of his golden eyes, even though he wasn’t looking in K’s general direction.

'So Yuki has noticed. I wonder if K really knows something. He did mention the fact that I showed up with Yuki, although Yuki denied it immediately.' wondered Hiro.

“I can’t take all this waiting. Why didn’t that blockhead just take his day off?” complained Suguru miserably, next to Hiro.

Inwardly wincing, Hiro knew why Shu hadn’t taken his day off, because there was no one to go home to in his apartment. Swallowing the guilt that was threatening to suffocate him, Hiro made himself reply to at least soothe one of his fellow band mates worry – or was it his guilt? “At least this caused them to find whatever they saw on the C.T. scan, before it got worse or life threatening.” Hiro replied to Suguru.

“Hey weren’t you going to be a doctor or something before you and Shindo signed with NG studios?” inquired Suguru after a slight pause.

“Yeah sorta.”

“I never heard the full story. What happened exactly?” asked Suguru, becoming curious.

Honestly Hiro didn’t want to reminisce about his past; it would make him think too much about how much he was betraying all the history that he’d built with Shuichi over all these years, so he just decided to be as vague as possible without seeming to evade the question. “Well let’s just say that Shu could be very convincing and highly persistent.” Hiro answered smiling sadly. “I’m going to get some more coffee. Do you want anything?” Hiro asked, standing. He needed to get out of there before Suguru started asking more questions he didn’t want to answer. The ache he felt eating at him to walk over and sit next to Yuki was consuming him, almost making him do something self destructive. The author looked so alone sitting in his self imposed isolation. Hiro needed to get out of there and regain his equanimity.

“No I’m fine.” Suguru stated then looking off seeming distracted he queried. “I wonder where Tohma and Sakano went off to for so long.”

“Probably doing damage control, since the tour is coming up in a couple of weeks and if Shu is really sick – " said Hiro coming up short, not being able to continue as his throat closed up.

“Yeah.” agreed Suguru distantly.

“Yeah.” answered Hiro. “I’ll be right back. Coffee.” Hiro murmured as he walked out of the waiting room and down the hall.

Reaching the snack room/kitchen Hiro took note that the amenities provided were a lot more than what most hospitals would have on hand. There was a full working stove and refrigerator, industrial microwave and a table that could seat ten easily. Also the room was actually decorated and did not have the usual sterile sallow, unwelcoming atmosphere. The table was covered in a wine colored table cloth that was protected by a very thick plastic cover and the walls were painted in a mat orangey mustard color that went well with the wooden cabinets. The only things that were out of place were the two machines that dispensed coffee and snacks. Hiro was surprised to not see a high end cappuccino machine sitting on the nearby counter next to the stove.

Walking up to the coffee machine, Hiro looked over his selections when he suddenly felt warm breath on the back of his neck and someone speaking to him, causing him to practically jump out of his skin.

“Hey Hiro.” K greeted, not but a scant few inches from the nape of Hiro’s neck.

Swiftly spinning around after recovering from being startled so badly, Hiro was free to wonder why his manager was literally breathing down his neck and how the hell he managed to get as close as he did without Hiro noticing him. 'Am I that distracted?' wondered Hiro. “K!” he snapped.

“How are you holding up?” K asked actually sounding genuine and stepping back to a tolerable distance.

“F-Fine.” stuttered Hiro, still trying to gather his bearings.

“You don’t look fine. Maybe you should have that looked at while you’re here.” suggested K suspiciously.

“Have what looked at?” asked Hiro, not having a clue what K was talking about.

“That rash you have. It seems to be spreading. There’s one on your collarbone, the base of your nape and another by your left shoulder. They’re pretty red. Do they hurt?” K asked not an ounce of true concern showing in his glacial blue eyes as they locked onto Hiro…waiting.

Hiro was floored. He had made sure to button his shirt up almost to the last button, to make sure that his necklace wasn’t visible and to hide the multitude of love bites left by Yuki, at the last minute after entering the hospital. ‘How on earth could he have seen or known about them?’ wondered Hiro, feeling fear grip him.

“I-I’m fine. I don’t need a doctor.” faltered Hiro as he turned around to continue selecting his coffee as much as to hide the flush that he knew must be suffusing his face. It also prevented him from having any prolonged eye contact with K.

“I insist. I have a vested interest in keeping my Artists in top shape. What’s happened to Shuichi is bad enough. We can’t have you falling ill as well.” K stated matter-of-factly as he reached out to place his hand on Hiro’s shoulder, but was interrupted abruptly by a voice behind him.

“HEY PONYTAIL! – Your boss is looking for you.” snapped Yuki, as he glared at K.

Hearing Yuki’s voice Hiro fought the urge to turn around and sigh in relief at being sorta rescued from the clutches of his over zealous manager.

“Tohma’s back huh?” asked K, turning to face Yuki.

“Yeah and he’s requested an audience with you.” sneered Yuki. He never really liked K, so he didn’t have to hide the anger he felt at finding him cornering Hiro.

“Fine. Hiro we’ll talk later.” informed K as he left.

'Not if I can help it.' thought Yuki as K brushed by him.

Once Yuki was sure that K was out of earshot, he dared approach Hiro, who seemed frozen in front of the coffee machine. “Your manager has it bad for you, by the way.” stated Yuki, as he leaned against the snack machine, lighting up illegally. He really needed the nicotine to calm his nerves.

“What?” asked Hiro, confused, still staring at the machine in front of him.

“So you haven’t noticed?” Yuki stated more than asked as he took another long drag from his cancer stick.

“Noticed what?” asked Hiro finally turning to face Yuki.

“Claude Winchester, Bad Luck’s manager is head over heels in love with you.” informed Yuki, glowering. If he’d found any of what he’d said humorous, he would have fallen over laughing at the priceless look of shock that came across Hiro’s face. But Yuki didn’t find any of it funny at all. He technically had to compete with Shuichi and the damn band, now he had to contend with their unbalanced manager too.

“Are you insane?!” Hiro hissed, trying not to yell and draw attention to them. “K is not attracted to me. He’s just probably on to us.”

“No he wants you.” Yuki stated definitively. “I admit he is on to you. He knows you’re in a relationship, but because of your reputation as a good guy, his mind hasn’t gone down the path of you sleeping with me. He’s right now trying to find out who, how long and does he have a chance against the person currently rocking your world. Now I’ll allow that if he keeps up his jealousy induced investigation, he will eventually find proof about us and wouldn’t that make for an interesting discovery.” Yuki finished, taking another long, final drag on his cigarette blowing out a long stream of smoke. He hated talking for long stretches, he always felt drained afterwards.

Hiro stared at Yuki in stunned silence as his poor shell shocked brain tried to piece together all of what Yuki just alleged.

As Hiro stood there at a complete loss for words, Yuki took advantage of the opportunity to steal a kiss, of course Hiro gave a token resistance, before he melted against Yuki, but the kiss didn’t last long as Yuki released Hiro and headed back towards the waiting room, flicking his spent cigarette into the kitchen sink as he left.

As Yuki entered the waiting room he passed Tohma who placed a hand on Yuki’s right arm as he was walking out, forcing Yuki to come to a stop. “You know smoking is not allowed inside hospitals and you’re going to have to let me know one day why you lied to K about me needing to speak with him. Don’t worry I covered for you.” stated Tohma inaudibly, releasing his brother-in-law and continuing towards the elevator banks with Sakano in tow, who was quietly complaining that they had only just gotten back to the hospital.

Without ever visibly acknowledging Tohma, Yuki took his original seat and continued to wait for news on Shuichi.

A few minutes later Hiro walked in and took his own seat again next to Suguru.

“Where’s your coffee?” asked Suguru, remembering why Hiro had left in the first place.

“Huh?”

“The coffee you went to get?” repeated Suguru.

“Oh, I didn’t see any I wanted.” answered Hiro distractedly.

“Oh.” echoed Suguru, looking a little worried about how distracted Hiro seemed, but he chalked it up to the current dilemma with Shuichi.

Soon the room fell silent again as everyone waited.

Another hour went by before Tohma and Sakano showed up again, conveniently a few minutes shy of the doctor’s arrival to speak to the anxious group.

“Doctor Shinohara, do you have any updates on Mr. Shindo’s condition?” asked Tohma, clearly expecting an answer.

“Yes I do. Very good news, actually.” stated Dr. Shinohara. “Mr. Shindo is finally awake.”

Hearing this news caused the majority in the room to sigh in moderate relief.

“Can we see him?” asked Hiro apprehensively.

“Mr. Nakano I believe the doctor has more to tell us.” interceded Tohma, his eyes never leaving the doctor, who seemed to take that piercing look of Tohma’s in stride.

“Ah yes. It’s about the initial C.T. scans that were performed.” informed the doctor.

“Did you really find something?” asked Hiro, voicing everyone’s concern as the room tensed.

“We weren’t sure from the initial scans, since it was just a cursory look to make sure there wasn’t any surface damage than the concussive one’s suffered by Mr. Shindo. So we ran another more detailed and in-depth one which we just got the results back for and – “

“AND?!” snapped Suguru impatiently. He always hated how long winded doctors were. They never just got to the point.

Hiro and everyone turned to Suguru in surprise at his outburst, he eerily sounded very much like a young Tohma when he did so.

Looking around at all the eyes on him, all but Tohma’s, he got even more annoyed. “WHAT?!” he snapped again.

“Doctor please continue.” ordered Tohma to the now somewhat flustered looking doctor.

“Oh yes, the results came back negative along with all the other tests we ran. Mr. Shindo has no unknown masses that could be found at all. He’s just suffering from a very severe concussion, a small laceration on his forehead and some bumps and bruises from his fall. He’ll need to stay in the hospital for a couple of days for observation. He can have visitors, but please keep it brief and quiet. The pain meds we gave him will be making him sleepy so he may not be too lucid.” informed the doctor, his eyes falling on Suguru as he walked out.

“Thank you doctor.” said Tohma as he turned towards the group. “Shall we gentlemen.”

As they walked down the hallway silently, Hiro couldn’t help but glance over at Yuki surreptitiously; knowing K couldn’t see him because he was in front speaking with Sakano and Suguru while Tohma walked ahead, leaving he and Yuki to bring up the rear.

To anyone else Yuki would seem as calm and cool as ever, but Hiro knew better. Yuki was anything but calm. His stiff body language and his short measured steps were all an indication that Yuki was not at ease at all.

Reaching Shu’s room they all walked into the spacious single room, where Shuichi’s tiny form was laying in a state-of-the-art hospital bed that looked like it had all the bells and whistles, covered in only what could be 100% Egyptian cotton sheets. They looked quite soft and caused Shu’s shocking pink hair to stand out starkly against the whiteness of the pillow where his head rested.

Most likely sensing he wasn’t alone anymore, Shuichi slowly opened his eyes, wincing slightly from what could only be the mother of all headaches, medication or not.

“Hello Mr. Shindo. You gave us all quite a scare.” stated Tohma as they reached the bed.

“Yeah Shu, I think my heart nearly stopped when I heard.” Hiro complained after reaching the other side of the bed.

“Yeah blockhead, think of others first before you do stupid things to make us worry.” grumped Suguru from somewhere near the doorway of the room, not having come all the way in like the remainder of the group.

“How are you feeling?” asked Hiro looking down at his friends pale face that came really close to matching the color of the expensive white sheets he was currently lying on.

“Like someone took a bat to me and when it broke they went and got a sledge hammer to finish the job.” croaked Shuichi. “Can I have some water?”

Hiro reached over and picked up the small crystal pitcher of water next to the bed, pouring some for Shuichi.

“Is Yuki here?” Shu asked after Hiro took the water glass from him.

“Right here Brat.” Yuki answered for Hiro, stepping out from behind K. “That fall knock any sense into you?” asked Yuki, the soft tone of his voice belying the harshness of his words.

“Eiri do you think this is the time to be aggravating Shindo?” chastised Tohma, although his voice didn’t exhibit any form of irritation, just reflected his usual composed façade.

“Don’t worry Tohma, that’s Yuki’s way of saying he’s happy I’m okay.” explained Shuichi, not noticing the way everyone was looking at him in mild shock. Even Suguru had to walk over and take a closer look at Shuichi in the dim light of the room.

Soon a large yawn escaped Shuichi as his eyes drooped, indicating that it was time for everyone to go.

“We’ll be taking our leave. Please make sure to rest Mr. Shindo, and listen to your doctors. You do have a tour to start.” reminded Tohma.

“Okay Tohma.” mumbled Shuichi, another yawn escaping.

“I’ll visit you tomorrow. Okay.” said Hiro as he joined the group to leave.

“mhmm.” murmured Shuichi, looking like he had finally lost the fight to stay awake.

Once reaching the hallway Suguru stopped short and turned to face the remainder of the group with a pensive anxious look on his face. “Is it me or did the rest of you find the fact that he called Tohma “Tohma” odd. In all the years that I have been around Shuichi he’s never referred to you as “Tohma”.” informed Suguru looking at Tohma for corroboration. “It’s always been “Mr. Seguchi”, even with just the band. I know I’m probably overreacting, but didn’t he seem…different?”

The group was silent until K spoke up. “Don’t worry your pretty young head Suguru, we’ll get Shindo back to his old self in no time.” K said slinging his arm around Suguru’s shoulders as he commenced walking again towards the elevators.

Sakano who had been quietly standing next to Tohma jumped when the man in question spoke. “Sakano, we need to see Dr. Shinohara.” He stated decisively and turned to walk in the direction Dr. Shinohara had gone earlier, the opposite direction of K and Suguru, Sakano hurrying to keep up. Now that everyone was gone, that only left Hiro and Yuki standing in the empty quiet hallway.

Hiro stood there staring off in the direction that K and Suguru went, not knowing what to do next. All he really wanted was for everything to just go back to the way it was, and not be the complicated jumble it was right now. Hiro knew that everything was lost, after the first time he slept with Yuki, but what brought it truly home was when they were in Shuichi’s room. During the small interaction between Yuki and Shuichi, all Hiro could think about was the way Yuki’s lips felt on his when he’d kissed him in the kitchen earlier. 'This has to end. If I keep going down this path it will only end in ruin and Shu won’t be the only one hurt. The Band, NG and even our fan base would be affected if my relationship with Yuki were to ever get out. This has to end.'

Hiro knew he had to follow through on his conclusions, but did he still have the will to make the right choice? He’d grown so addicted to Yuki, his presence, touch, taste and scent. Hiro could feel his need for the man overriding all other rational decisions in his mind and what most of all that was terrifying him down to his core was the fact that he was positive that he was in love with Eiri Uesugi.

In the silence following the departure of K, Suguru, Tohma and Sakano, Yuki turned to Hiro who was standing like a statue, his muscles taught and his face frozen in thought and recognized that body language or lack there of, along with the furrow in his brow for what they were – thoughts that were not headed in a great direction.

When they got the news about Shuichi, Eiri knew there was no way that he was keeping Hiro away from this hospital, even he would have found his way here to make sure the brat was alright. But from the way Hiro was drawing back the last few days, this was the last thing he needed to happen. He needed to get them out of here. “Come on. I’ll take you to get your bike.” He stated, then walked by Hiro.

“Huh?” Hiro responded coming of his thoughts.

“Your bike.” repeated Yuki

“Oh, yeah. Thanks.” replied Hiro, falling into step with Yuki.

On the drive back to Yokohama, neither man spoke, but Hiro did finally come to a decision, that he knew should have been made weeks ago.

Pulling into the reserved spot for the suite, they both headed upstairs through the private entrance provided by the hotel that Yuki requested for his use. Yuki knew his appearance was eye catching without the addition of his celebrity to add to it, walking through the lobby was not an option if he wished to keep his meetings with Hiro quiet. It took most people a second or two to recognize the guitarist of Bad Luck unless you were a hardcore fan so Yuki figured Hiro’s comings and goings wouldn’t be noticed at this hotel and he was actually quite right.

Once in the room Hiro didn’t immediately pick up his helmet. He just stood a few steps from the door as he watched Yuki take off his coat and blazer, throwing them across the back of the couch.

Sensing Hiro’s lack of action Yuki turned to look at him.

Hiro looked on as the Author looked back at him in slight confusion and just as Yuki looked like he was about to say something, Hiro closed the space between them swiftly, throwing his arms around Yuki’s neck and kissing him soundly.

‘Hiro?’ thought Yuki, but the feeling of having Hiro initiate such a mind blowing kiss and feeling Hiro’s body pressed flush against his overrode any misgivings he may have had, allowing his mind and body to give in to its desires. He would find out later….
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