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 Fourteen

“Eiri?” Touma asked with a big sprinkle of concern in his princess voice. “Have you lost some weight?”

Yuki’s left eye twitched and he turned his head away. “I’ve been working out more, that’s all.”

Touma scooted a little closer to his brother-in-law, rubbing his cheek against his naked arm. “Oh, have you now?”

Yuki hopped up off the sofa, causing the smaller blond to topple over onto his pretty face with a slight yelp. It made Yuki snarl. “What the hell do you want?”

“Can I not be concerned for you?” Touma asked with tears in his big emerald eyes, throwing a defeated arm across his smooth forehead, and striking a pose like an abandoned lover. “Oh, my dear, Eiri, you are so cold to little old me.”

“Oh, stop it!” Yuki snarled, beating him on the head with a rolled up magazine. “I’m not in the mood and you’re reminding me of how that IDIOT acted, too!”

“Ah-hah!” Touma shouted, jumping to his feet, bitch slapping the magazine through a window. “I knew it!”

Yuki took a small step backwards. “You’ll have to pay for that.”

Touma rolled his eyes, made a quick phone call, wrote him out a check, handed it to him, and pushed him back down onto the sofa. “If you want him back, Eiri, I suggest you sharpen your claws.”

Yuki cocked his head to the side. “Want him back?”

Touma grabbed him by the throat, eyes blazing an emerald red. “Don’t interrupt me when I’m on a roll.”

Yuki gulped. He knew better than to really piss Touma off. That was like inviting the Devil to play tea party and expect him to leave without giving your soul a good tickle.

“Ryuichi has a little something for the pink haired tempter.” Touma told him. “I swear to the gods! Why is it that every man I know has the worst taste in MEN?”

“Touma,” Yuki wheezed, face turning purple. “I…can’t…breathe…”

“Wonderful,” Touma cackled like the Wicked Witch of the West. “Then that means I’m doing it right.”

Yuki’s amber eyes bulged and he started to kick his feet, trying to get free. Hell, he had thought himself crazy? Was Touma off his pills again?

“That little slut!” Touma hissed, squeezing that corded neck a little harder. “What is it about him that ensnares the cocks of men?”

“Leth…go…” Yuki gasped, bucking, and fighting for air. “You…ath…ho’e!”

“Why can’t slaves just do as they’re told?” He continued to rant. “This is what I get for allowing bitches to have free will.”

Yuki was losing his grip on consciousness and started to blackout. He gave one last kick and passed out from lack of oxygen.

“And that’s why God hates people who hates queers,” Touma finished with a firm nod of his head. “And will light them on fire just as soon as Jesus steps out of the way, sending them straight to Hell!”

He threw his head back, howling with insane laughter. He suddenly noticed Yuki and shrieked in horror.

“Oh my gods, Eiri!” He screamed, suddenly dressed in a sexy nurse outfit, shaking his unconscious form. “Who would do this to you? Tell me! I’ll kill them dead! Eiri!”

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“I can’t believe this shit!” Reiji roared, slamming her hands down, breaking the table even more. “How could you bitches allow those attention whores to escape?”

“We’re sorry, Mistress Rage,” a lowly male servant mewed in terror, bowling as low as the floor would allow. “But we lost sight of them.”

“Lost sight?” She shrieked in outrage, kicking the table over their damn heads. “How the fuck do you lose a giant fucking rabbit?”

“We’re ever so sorry, Mistress Rage!” A nameless female cried, throwing herself at her feet, licking her heels. “Please don’t punish us! Polyester makes me break out!”

“What the fuck is this?” Reiji hissed, sniffing the air. “Do I smell…piss?”

Suguru came through the door with his head held low. “It fell on me…from out of nowhere, too.”

Reiji loomed over him, yanking some hairs from his head, causing him to yelp in pain. It made her blood run cold with joy as she pushed a button on a remote, causing a computer to lower down from the ceiling.

“Oh, what’s this?” Hiro asked in excitement from beside K who was polishing a gun. It was a big one, too.

“This is Mr. Answer Me Honest,” Reiji told them, dropping the hairs into a vent. “Scan for Shuichi Shindou.”

“SCANNING…SCANNING…” a loud robotic voice said, sparkling lights going off on the monitor. “SAMPLE MATCH…”

“Perfect,” Reiji giggled, pressing another button. “Go-go, Doggy-Boo!”

“Huh?” Hiro asked, looking at her in confusion.

“Well I was going to name him Pisser, but Daddy said it wasn’t very nice.” She told them as a robotic dog raced into the room and through a wall. “Follow that piss hound!”

“YAY!” K yelled, firing a shot. “WE IS GOING HUNTING!”

“This dog will take us to Shuichi?” Hiro asked, running along after the crazy Americans.

“Exactly!” Reiji cackled, cocking a sawed off shotgun.

“Oh, gods,” Suguru sighed, popping one of Touma’s happy pills.

“Come on!” Reiji yelled, snapping her whip. “Get a move on!”

“Dashing through the street,” K began to sing as the slaves pulled the sleigh. “Leaving carnage in our wake…”

“Aw,” Hiro cooed, poking him in the side. “You’re so cute when you wave a big loaded gun around like that.”

“I said get along now!” Reiji snapped, snapping that whip. “Follow that doggy! Take us to Shuichi!”

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“SHIT!” Shuichi cried, only to sneeze. “Are you crazy? No! Don’t answer that!”

“Come on!” Ryuichi yelled, harnessing the singer to him. “We have to jump before Kuma-Bot goes boom-boom, Shuichi.”

“WHAT?” Shuichi shrieked. His pink hair was flapping madly around his face. “What do you mean boom-boom?”

Ryuichi pointed to the big time bomb and laughed when Shuichi threw his arms around him. He had not had this much fun in years.

He made sure that Shuichi and Kumagoro were secure before taking that short step backwards and out the hatch. He could not help but howl with laughter as air raced all around them. It was so much fun to freefall.

Shuichi screamed like a five year old girl, clutching to the older man with all his might. He did not want to die. There were too many things left to do.

Well, if he did die, at least it would be in the arms of his God. That would be one good thing about it.

“Open your eyes, Shuichi,” Ryuichi told him. “You’re going to miss the fireworks.”

“NO!” Shuichi cried, grasping him even tighter.

“Come on, Shuichi,” Ryuichi smiled as they softly descended along. “Do it for me…”

Shuichi growled and slowly opened his eyes. They suddenly widened in awe.

He had never noticed how big the sky was until now. It was so blue and vast. They were up with the clouds.

He felt himself blushing. He could not believe he was sharing such a moment with Ryuichi Sakuma.

His God was holding onto him and he knew in that moment that Ryuichi would never let him fall. He could not keep the sparkles out of his eyes.

“What do you think?” Ryuichi asked. His lips were to his ears. “Isn’t it beautiful, Shuichi?”

“It’s all so magical.” Shuichi smiled, shivering at how warm his breath was.

Ryuichi giggled at his Princess Jasmine impersonation.

The sky in the distance was suddenly lit with violet and blue sparks. It looked like the Kuma-Bot went boom-boom.

“Pretty,” they both said at the exact same time, in the same heartbeat. It made them giggle.

Shuichi looked down at the green earth and smiled. “I’m going to throttle you once we land on solid ground.”

Ryuichi’s eyes went all big and wet with tears. “Shuichi doesn’t mean that!”

“Did you mean it?” Shuichi suddenly asked him, feeling his heart begin to race once more.

Ryuichi looked at him in confusion. “Mean what, Shuichi?”

Shuichi planted a soft kiss on his God’s cheek from out of the blue, literally. “Did you mean it when you said you loved me?”

Ryuichi’s sapphire blue eyes became as soft as marshmallows. He was in sudden and complete shock. Shuichi had just kissed him.

Was this a dream? No, it couldn’t be a dream! He would not allow it to be!

“Yes,” he smiled, squeezing the pink haired man that was in his arms gently. “I love Shuichi THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH!”

Shuichi blinked. “Do you really mean that?”

Ryuichi nodded, touching the tip of his nose to Shuichi’s. “I love you.”

Shuichi’s eyes watered. Yuki had never told him that…not ever. Ryuichi had just said it was such kindness, warmth, and conviction.

Their lips met and it was like electric bliss shooting bolts of lightning through every nerve in their bodies. It felt like a soothing liquid flame was burning away the pain that surrounded Shuichi’s heart.

The two of them did not see that they had landed on the roof of a McDonalds and had dozens of gasping onlookers. They were too busy kissing and exploring to care.

“OH MY GODS!” A woman screamed as if she were having an orgasm or five. “IT’S RYUICHI AND SHUICHI!”

Fans came running out of the establishment and left their cars running in the streets. Some were passing out while others had nosebleeds.

“Do it with some tongue!” A male fan yelled, taking pictures. “Explore that tight little body!”

“BARK, BARK, ARF, ARF!” A very loud robotic voice barked.

“Found you!” Reiji shouted, bringing the sleigh to a screaming halt as people jumped out of the way.

“Ah, Hiro!” Crazed fans shouted, dodging Reiji’s razor wire whip.

“K!” Hiro cried, pulling the bigger man in front of him. “Save me!”

“BARK, BARK, ARF, BARK!” The robot doggy barked some more, running circles around the McDonalds.

“SHUT UP!” Ryuichi screamed, letting Shuichi throw the Kuma Bomb.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Thank you all so much for reviewing. I love reading what you all have to say. But, please keep in mind that this is a story about men going at each other. They will be kissing, groping, licking, and doing whatever I write them to. I want to be true to the manga…and I’m all for the over the top robot action and crazy shit going down all over the place. I am writing this story for your all’s entertainment as well as my own.

I love Gravitation and Maki Murakami needs to write more of this hilarious romantic comedy with even bigger BOOM-BOOMS. Maki Murakami is a GOD and should be worshipped for blessing the world with such a wonderful story.

I hope that life grants every person who read this story all the happiness, sparkles, and yummy-yums they deserve.

BIG HUGS FROM PRETTY SHINY!

Flora.