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 Fifteen

Yuki threw down the newspaper and turned off the television set. He was growling like an angry dog that was about to tear out a bitch’s throat with deadly fangs.

That damn brat went and made a music video and was groping with that psycho on top of a McDonalds. Hell, he had even thrown a grenade, blowing up a mechanical dog, sending dozens of still worshipping fans to the hospital down the street.

How could someone so stupid be loved by so many? He could not understand it and it was seriously pissing him off.

“How dare that psycho lay his hands and mouth on my idiot,” he hissed, suddenly realizing that he had shredded a small mountain of tissue paper at his feet.

“Oh, Eiri,” Touma sang out in his pretty princess voice, dancing into the room in his sexy nurse’s outfit. “How are we doing?”

“Better,” he snapped, kicking shredded tissue all over the place. “No thanks to you!”

“I’m so sorry,” Touma pouted, twirling around to take a seat in the bigger blonds’ lap, fixing Yuki’s scarf. “I’ve yet to capture the culprit who did this to you.”

Yuki rolled his amber eyes. He was lucky he wasn’t dead.

He could still see the headlines now, Handsome and Talented Novelist Strangled in Home. Just thinking about such a stupid end to his personal story had him shivering.

“Well?” Touma asked, caressing a cheek that had some stubble. “What are you going to do?”

“After watching that video,” Yuki answered, dropping his brother-in-law on his princess ass. “I think I’m going to go hang myself with this lovely scarf.”

“Don’t you dare,” Touma bellowed, bringing his foot down over the coffee table, causing it to explode into splinters. “I don’t have the supplies here to clean up the mess!”

Yuki put his hands up and told him that he was only kidding. He also told him that he was going to have to pay for the table, too. It was an antique.

Touma suddenly batted his pretty princess lashes. “I only want you to be happy, Eiri.”

“I tried a hundred dozen red roses that would put Snow White’s lips to shame,” Yuki told him, rubbing his temples. “He won’t even take my phone calls. He has Psycho now.”

Touma started to think that he was being assaulted by a panic attack from out of the blue. Ryuichi was in love with Shuichi and would literally kill to keep him. That pink fuzzy bunny lover had fucking proved that he was capable of such a thing.

“Oh, fuck me,” Touma hissed, biting his perfect manicured nails in sudden fear.

“Not on your life,” Yuki snorted, taking a seat again. “My dick is only for Shuichi’s Glory Hole.”

Touma’s mind was filled with disturbing thoughts of total annihilation. Japan, no, the world, would not survive if Ryuichi and Eiri went against each other head on. It would make Evangelion look like a tiny drop of piss in an even tinier pot.

“NO!” Touma shrieked, pulling at his pretty hair. “I WILL NOT ALLOW MY WORLD TO BE DESTROYED!”

Yuki blinked and prepared himself for another assault on his person. “Are you having another vision from Jehova, Yahweh, or Allah this time?”

That God seriously needed to stop with the multiple personalities. The world’s such a mess as it is. Either he’s got a kid or he doesn’t. Pay that child support, bitch! Go be on Maury, he’ll figure it out! He was sure Joseph wanted that pregnancy test.

“Who my baby’s daddy be?” A random woman named Mary asked through the window.

“I’M RULER HERE!” Touma bellowed, standing on top of a chair, nurse outfit flapping around his princess frame. “I WILL NOT ALLOW MY KINGDOM TO BURN!”

“I’m going to go take a shower,” Yuki told him, closing the window, leaving the room. “Let me know when you’re done with your trip.”

“I am ruler of the N-G,” he cackled, laughing like razor sharp nails going across a messy looking chalkboard. “I have the power and the glory to do as I please! All shall bow before my will or be slain at my feet!”

His emerald orbs burned like acid green stars. He jumped down off the chair, twirling in the air like a graceful dancer on ice, striking a sexy pose when he landed.

“Shuichi Shindou must die,” he said, voice colder than the grave. “Wearing a horrid outfit, too.”

He whipped out his cell phone, making a quick call.

“I require instruments of deadly death,” he said, smiling with poisonous glee. “Oh, and with wicked shoes, too.”

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Lithium, don’t want to lock me up inside
Lithium, don’t want to forget how it feels without…
Lithium, I want to stay in love with my sorrow
Oh, but god, I want to let it go

Ryuichi finished and looked over at Shuichi to see him grab his microphone, pouring his soul out into it. The young man seemed to be glowing like a vibrant amethyst star.

Come to bed, don’t make me sleep alone
Couldn’t hide the emptiness, you let it show
Never wanted it to be so cold
Just didn’t drink enough to say you love me
I can’t hold on to me
Wonder what’s wrong with me

Reiji could not help but to grin with a devilish smirk. She had both singers chained to their own thousand pound ball. There would be no escape for them this time.

Hiro was seated next to K, admiring how beautiful and haunting the music and lyrics were. Ryuichi’s voice was flawless and perfectly pitched as to where Shuichi’s was beautiful and mysterious as clouds holding the full silver moon.

“Beautiful,” K said with tear filled eyes, setting his gun down. “Now this is singing.”

Suguru ran his fingers through his now clean hair. “Their voices are their only saving grace in this cold, cruel world.”

Reiji chuckled. “Those whores are made of awesome.”

“You’re kidding,” Suguru deadpanned.

“Well,” Reiji said, scratching her cheek. “Their voices are anyway.”

Hiro smiled. “Their wild antics have people praising them…even the one’s they send to the hospital with broken limbs and fourth degree burns.”

“I think you’re dead if you have fourth degree burns, Hiroshi,” Suguru sighed.

“Even them,” Hiro giggled. “Can’t you hear them singing our praises from the Underworld?”

Suguru smacked his face against the console, wishing he could just go home now.

“Well?” Shuichi asked into the microphone when the music died. “How was it? Was it good for you?”

Reiji pressed a button on her remote and the chains around their ankles fell off. They had done very well indeed. She could practically smell and feel the money she would soon be swimming in. Records would go off the shelf in seconds because of their kiss on that McDonalds roof.

“I’m in the mood for a lollypop,” K said, poking Hiro in the side. “Aren’t you in the mood for a lollypop? I sure am.”

“Oh, okay,” Hiro said, taking his bigger hand. “I think I saw some in the janitor’s closet that’s supposed to be somewhere on this floor.”

Ryuichi and Shuichi both looked at each other and Suguru banged his face once more for good measure. He simply did not think he was bleeding enough at the moment.

Reiji howled with laughter. “You are free to leave for this night.”

Shuichi grabbed Ryuichi’s bigger hand. “RUN FOR IT BEFORE THE CRAZY BITCH CHANGES HER DAMN MIND!”

The deadly snapping of a razor wire whip followed them to the exit. They ran the hell out of there, jumping into the waiting limo, and ordered it to take them someone not there so they could get some yummy-yums for their tummy-tums.

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“Oh, goddamn it!” Touma hissed, shredding Plan A (Acid) to shreds. “He was standing on the fucking X, too!”

He jumped down, landing on killer six inch heels, strolling over to the wire. He rolled his eyes.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” he snapped, realizing the silver wire had not been tripped.

He strolled off, ducking behind a trashcan when someone suddenly screamed bloody murder.

“Well, at least it worked.” He giggled, vanishing into the shadows in a hiss of expensive silk.

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Shuichi was enjoying his noodle bowl and Ryuichi was sampling one of his pork slices. A few fans recognized them through their disguises and demanded to know if they were an item and if Yuki was out of the picture.

Ryuichi scratched his mustache and Shuichi had sparkles in his violet eyes. Well, everyone would have seen them if he hadn’t had the too big for your eyes Hollywood sunglasses on. They were so the shit, too. Eat your heart out, Mary Kate, with a mother fucking spork!

“I saw you two kissing on top of that McDonalds!” A dark headed young man wailed like a siren. “I’ll never be able to enjoy a strawberry shake from there again because of it, too! Oh, woe is I!”

Shuichi blinked. “Tatsuha?”

“You stupid, selfish, slut!” Tatsuha snarled, whipping out something from his robes. “I’m going to go all voodoo on your ass, Shuichi Shindou!”

“Oh, sweet Jesus swimming in wine,” A waiter shrieked. “This crazy monk has a wicked looking Ken doll!”

“FUCK!” Tatsuha screamed, snapping the blond queer in two, throwing it over his head, hearing it land in someone’s drink. “I’ll get your for this, Shuichi! You’ve not seen the last of me!”

Shuichi blinked as the young man ran through a door, sending shards of glass all over the place. He turned to see that Ryuichi was scratching the top of his head, looking all confused, and big eyed, too.

“Has Mr. Yuki lost his marbles?” He asked with a big kitty like smile. “Was that another personality coming out to play?”

“That was his younger brother, Tatsuha,” Shuichi told him. “And I think he is now out to kill me.”

Ryuichi giggled and it was kind of frightening. “Kuma will eat his heart if he touches you physically or supernaturally.”

Fans and Shuichi slowly backed away from the pleasant looking brunette who was playing with his cute bunny. His pleasant voice was sexy as hell and just as frightening.

“Too scary,” Shuichi whispered.

Everyone around him nodded.

“Crap!” Shuichi said, bending down. “I dropped my chopsticks in all the excitement.”

Just then, something huge came flying through the glass window and over where his head had been, smashing into the buffet table, sending food flying all over the establishment. People screamed and threw themselves to the floor with cries of fright.

“Hmm,” Shuichi said, looking his chopsticks over. “I don’t think I can use them now. They’ve been on the floor.”

Ryuichi snickered. “Five second rule?”

Shuichi nodded and suddenly realized, wondering why he had not realized it before. The place they were eating at was disgusting. There was food all over the damn place.

“Oh, gross!” Shuichi cried, taking off his sunglasses. “That’s the last time I wear these bitches! You can’t see shit, literally!”

He took Ryuichi by the hand and they left. Hell nah, there was now way in hell he was paying out the ass to eat in a five star dump like that with his God. They deserved someplace better…someplace clean.

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Touma was jumping up and down in fury, shredding Plan B (Bowling-ball) to shreds. He was so fucking pissed. His aim had been perfect, too!

“Goddamn you, Shuichi Shindou!” He roared like an erupting volcano. “That’s right, bitch! I, Touma Seguchi, damn you to Hell in a hand basket made from the souls of cute little puppies I love to kick so much!”

“Excuse me, Sir,” a meter maid asked, pecking him on his shoulder. “Do you have a permit showing that you can have this cannon parked here on the sidewalk and to wear an outfit as scandalous as that?”

Touma’s left eye twitched and he dropkicked the bitch down a manhole. “DON’T FUCK WITH YOUR DEITY, WHORE!”

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Yuki finally decided to get up and put some pants on so he could go out. He just couldn’t decide on what he wanted to wear.

He needed to get something for Shuichi to show him that he really did mean something to him. He enjoyed having him around for the most part and he was sorry for sleeping with the ghost from his past.

“Bitch gave me crabs,” he sighed, looking at his now hairless ding-a-ling. “Sure am glad I tried that new condom out on that idiot, but I hope he got that voicemail…just in case.”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Thank you all so much for your wonderful reviews. I love reading them. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Yes, I know I’m going to Hell. I already emailed the head of S.A.T.A.N. with the plans for my palace to be constructed near the Lake of Fire, overlooking Demon Spawned Mountain in the near distance.

Everyone is invited to show up for cocktails. It will be loads of fun. We can all get drunk off lust and play pin the pitchfork on the sexy demon.

(Inserts wild an wicked laughter here)

I’m so hot in red!

I hope life grants you all the love you can handle, all the happiness you can bathe in, and all the dreams you make sparkle.

BIG HUGS FROM PRETTY SHINY!!!

Flora.

Note: Song lyrics belong to EVANESCENCE.