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Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
28
Views:
4,100
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Thirteen
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Chapter Thirteen:
Hazel eyes gleaming, Shinichi hurried down the campus corridors after helping Toya to the nurse’s, making his way to room 465 his blond hair matted to his forehead with sweat as he thought about the situation. Koichi had a gun in his possession, a gun Kessuke didn’t know about—and as much as he tried to reassure himself that no one would get hurt, he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread eating at him.
He almost turned back out of fear—if Koichi had taken the gun out already, there was no way he could hope to escape without someone getting hurt. He only hoped that Koichi hadn’t taken out the weapon yet—or that Kessuke had somehow escaped already if the teen had.
“C’mon Kess, please be okay. Please let Koichi not have his gun, please.” Shinichi turned left down the corridor with room 465, cursing himself with how long it took to get to from the nurse’s office—fifteen minutes, and that wasn’t counting how long it took him to bring Toya to the nurse’s.
Cursing again, Shinichi brushed by an older man in a suit without apologizing for almost running into him—he didn’t have time to worry about politeness, he had to get to Kessuke before—
Suddenly the sound of a gunshot filled the air, causing Shinichi to almost jump, his heart pounding harder as he trembled.
“Please don’t let Kessuke be hurt, god, please don’t let him be hurt.” He prayed as he swung open the door to room 465, eyes widening at the sight that greeted him.
Kessuke lay against the wall, his right hand clenching his left arm near the shoulder, blood staining his skin and sleeve. Koichi stood, gun still raised, facing the cobalt eyed teen, face contorted with anger. Shinichi barely registered that Koichi’s pants were unbuckled and unzipped—his attention was on the wounded Kessuke.
“Kess!” He rushed to the teen’s side, oblivious to everything else. “Kess!”
“Shinichi, get out! I’m fine, it’s just my arm. Get out before….” Kessuke’s pained expression turned to horror at the sight of the blond, his blue eyes darting from Shinichi to Koichi, heart thumping loudly.
“Kess, I’m here to….” Shinichi knelt down by the teen’s side, oblivious to Kessuke terror until he felt the cold touch of metal on his neck.
“It’s foolish of you to come here, Uesugi. You’re the last one I expected to see helping this fag, though I guess you outcasts fit well together.” Koichi sneered, though Shinichi detected a hint of hesitancy in his voice, a slight tremble that suggested that things weren’t going right.
“Koichi, put the gun away. Please.” Shinichi said, his voice surprisingly calm though inside he trembled. All Koichi had to do was pull the trigger and Shinichi would be…he didn’t want to think how much worse off than Kessuke he would be. “Koichi….”
“Listen fag,” Koichi addressed Kessuke. “You may not care what I do to you, but what about this friend of yours? I doubt he’d survive a bullet wound through the neck.”
“Leave him out of this, Koichi….”
“Silence! You wouldn’t want me to shoot him now, would you?” Koichi growled, a haughty smirk playing at his lips. “Then get over here and suck me off—if you do I will let this friend of yours go.”
“K…Kessuke don’t do it.” Shinichi grabbed for the teen when he saw him move to do as Koichi commanded. “Don’t do it….” The touch of the gun prodding harder on the back of his neck silenced him. He didn’t want to die, but he didn’t want Kessuke to have to do that to free him—the guilt was too much, if he hadn’t been so reckless when he entered the room he wouldn’t have fell into this trap.
“Hurry up, or I pull the trigger.” Koichi seethed when Kessuke paused to look at Shinichi—the cobalt eyed teen had a pained look of defeat on his face; a gleam of despair in his eyes.
The blond could only watch in horror as Kessuke knelt in front of the dark-haired teen and brought trembling hands to said teen’s pants.
‘No, Kessuke, don’t…you don’t need…Kessuke.’ Shinichi felt the tears fall from his eyes as he silently pleaded his fear and disgust too much to allow him to vocalize his thoughts; he turned away from the image, trembling with guilt and fear.
Suddenly the cold touch of the gun left his neck, and the next moment he heard something crash into the wall on his right. Relief rushed through him, and he spun around to find Kessuke, wanting to make sure the teen was okay before he showed his relief.
“Kess….” He almost smiled as he saw the teen kneeling unharmed—except for the gunshot wound to his arm—with Koichi no where near him. ‘What happened…?’
His answer came when he followed Kessuke’s gaze—a man with black hair stood over a cowering Koichi, holding the gun with a look of surprise and anger, as he stared at Koichi.
‘That’s the man I ran into in the hall—wait…he looks familiar, I…holy shit, it’s…’
“Un…Uncle Tatsuha…?”
A/N: End Chapter.
Chapter Thirteen:
Hazel eyes gleaming, Shinichi hurried down the campus corridors after helping Toya to the nurse’s, making his way to room 465 his blond hair matted to his forehead with sweat as he thought about the situation. Koichi had a gun in his possession, a gun Kessuke didn’t know about—and as much as he tried to reassure himself that no one would get hurt, he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread eating at him.
He almost turned back out of fear—if Koichi had taken the gun out already, there was no way he could hope to escape without someone getting hurt. He only hoped that Koichi hadn’t taken out the weapon yet—or that Kessuke had somehow escaped already if the teen had.
“C’mon Kess, please be okay. Please let Koichi not have his gun, please.” Shinichi turned left down the corridor with room 465, cursing himself with how long it took to get to from the nurse’s office—fifteen minutes, and that wasn’t counting how long it took him to bring Toya to the nurse’s.
Cursing again, Shinichi brushed by an older man in a suit without apologizing for almost running into him—he didn’t have time to worry about politeness, he had to get to Kessuke before—
Suddenly the sound of a gunshot filled the air, causing Shinichi to almost jump, his heart pounding harder as he trembled.
“Please don’t let Kessuke be hurt, god, please don’t let him be hurt.” He prayed as he swung open the door to room 465, eyes widening at the sight that greeted him.
Kessuke lay against the wall, his right hand clenching his left arm near the shoulder, blood staining his skin and sleeve. Koichi stood, gun still raised, facing the cobalt eyed teen, face contorted with anger. Shinichi barely registered that Koichi’s pants were unbuckled and unzipped—his attention was on the wounded Kessuke.
“Kess!” He rushed to the teen’s side, oblivious to everything else. “Kess!”
“Shinichi, get out! I’m fine, it’s just my arm. Get out before….” Kessuke’s pained expression turned to horror at the sight of the blond, his blue eyes darting from Shinichi to Koichi, heart thumping loudly.
“Kess, I’m here to….” Shinichi knelt down by the teen’s side, oblivious to Kessuke terror until he felt the cold touch of metal on his neck.
“It’s foolish of you to come here, Uesugi. You’re the last one I expected to see helping this fag, though I guess you outcasts fit well together.” Koichi sneered, though Shinichi detected a hint of hesitancy in his voice, a slight tremble that suggested that things weren’t going right.
“Koichi, put the gun away. Please.” Shinichi said, his voice surprisingly calm though inside he trembled. All Koichi had to do was pull the trigger and Shinichi would be…he didn’t want to think how much worse off than Kessuke he would be. “Koichi….”
“Listen fag,” Koichi addressed Kessuke. “You may not care what I do to you, but what about this friend of yours? I doubt he’d survive a bullet wound through the neck.”
“Leave him out of this, Koichi….”
“Silence! You wouldn’t want me to shoot him now, would you?” Koichi growled, a haughty smirk playing at his lips. “Then get over here and suck me off—if you do I will let this friend of yours go.”
“K…Kessuke don’t do it.” Shinichi grabbed for the teen when he saw him move to do as Koichi commanded. “Don’t do it….” The touch of the gun prodding harder on the back of his neck silenced him. He didn’t want to die, but he didn’t want Kessuke to have to do that to free him—the guilt was too much, if he hadn’t been so reckless when he entered the room he wouldn’t have fell into this trap.
“Hurry up, or I pull the trigger.” Koichi seethed when Kessuke paused to look at Shinichi—the cobalt eyed teen had a pained look of defeat on his face; a gleam of despair in his eyes.
The blond could only watch in horror as Kessuke knelt in front of the dark-haired teen and brought trembling hands to said teen’s pants.
‘No, Kessuke, don’t…you don’t need…Kessuke.’ Shinichi felt the tears fall from his eyes as he silently pleaded his fear and disgust too much to allow him to vocalize his thoughts; he turned away from the image, trembling with guilt and fear.
Suddenly the cold touch of the gun left his neck, and the next moment he heard something crash into the wall on his right. Relief rushed through him, and he spun around to find Kessuke, wanting to make sure the teen was okay before he showed his relief.
“Kess….” He almost smiled as he saw the teen kneeling unharmed—except for the gunshot wound to his arm—with Koichi no where near him. ‘What happened…?’
His answer came when he followed Kessuke’s gaze—a man with black hair stood over a cowering Koichi, holding the gun with a look of surprise and anger, as he stared at Koichi.
‘That’s the man I ran into in the hall—wait…he looks familiar, I…holy shit, it’s…’
“Un…Uncle Tatsuha…?”
A/N: End Chapter.