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Kin no Shuichi
Written by:
Chochowilliams
Disclaimer: I do not
own Gravitation or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of
this story.
Summary: Things were good. Or so Shuichi thought, but one mistake by
Eiri could throw everything they’ve worked so hard for out the window.
Chapter Summary: It’s Shuichi’s birthday and Eiri has a
special birthday surprise for the singer.
Warning: M/M,
romance, angst, OOC-ness, language, Shuichi/Eiri, implied Eiri/oc, implied Shuichi/oc
Insert: “Annani ishho data noni” by See-Saw
A/N: Thank you to Miyabi-Elegance, tinlizzie81592, lilgurlanima, Kaoru
Sayuri Kamiya, Acherona for your
reviews. I always love hearing from you
guys. If it was not for you guys, I
would have given up on writing a long time ago.
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Chapter 11.2: A
Gravitation Birthday: Shuichi
“’Kay…”
Shuichi’s voice floated to
him as he pushed through the hall door into the living room.
“…Hey
Dad…Thanks…Twenty-three…” Shuichi
laughed. “Oh, please! That makes you what? Ancient? … Hey, you’re the one who said I was
old and since you’re older than me…”
Shuichi laughed again. “…No
idea…Knowing Eiri, I doubt it.”
Eiri frowned. Just what was the brat talking about?
“…Not really. I mean, more often than not, he forgets…I
don’t know. He doesn’t even celebrate
his own.”
My own what, Eiri pondered.
“Dad, he doesn’t even
celebrate Christmas or Valentines…Dad.
You know that he’s a Buddhist monk, right?.. It’s complicated…He’d never forget Sayo’s…If
he did, I’d kick his ass,” Shuichi confessed in a deadly serious voice.
At the mention of their
daughter, Eiri peered around the door and spotted the five month old in her
high chair at the dining table eating Cheerios.
“Yeah, well, it doesn’t
matter. Once you turn twenty-one,
there’s no point in keeping track.”
Eiri was starting to get a
very bad feeling he had forgotten something important. At least to Shuichi.
“Yes, I do…What?! Dad, I can’t do that…” Shuichi sighed. “Yeah.
I suppose, but…Forget it. I’m not
going to do something as childish as forgetting Eiri’s birthday just because he
forgets mine.”
Oh, sweet Jesus. A pang jolted through Eiri. Do not tell me it’s the sixteenth of April,
he pleaded. He cursed silently as he
crept back to his study. He could not
believe he had not remembered his own husband’s birthday. Again.
It was not as if Shuichi ever said anything anyway. Then again, Shuichi should not have to remind
him. As his life partner, Eiri should
know these things. He had never been
very good with dates. The fact that he
could never finish his stories by his deadline was proof of that. Or was that just because of his
procrastination? Either way, there was
no excuse for his continual incompetence.
When they first got together, Shuichi nagged him constantly about
everything and anything. After a while,
Shuichi stopped bothering him with all that stupid, annoying crap. At the time he had been relieved but now he
questioned Shuichi’s real reasoning behind that choice. Just now, Shuichi claimed that it did not
matter if he remembered his birthday or not.
But was that the truth? Sometimes
it was hard to tell. Shuichi was a more
accomplished liar than anyone gave him credit for.
Closing the study door behind
him, Eiri grabbed his cellphone. His
fingers danced over the keys.
“Eiri-kun,” purred the
overtly familiar voice in his ear.
Eiri could not stop the
shudder that raced down his spine. “I
need a favor.”
“Oh?” replied the hope filled
voice. “And what can I do for my
favorite brother-in-law?”
Eiri swallowed the retort
that was on the very tip of his tongue.
No. No. He had to play nice.
“A good lawyer perhaps? I know-“
Screw being nice. “Shove it, Seguchi,” Eiri snapped. “I am not divorcing Shuichi.”
“…Oh. Too bad,” sighed a disappointed Tohma. “Are you sure? I could get you full custody of little Sayo-“
“Seguchi,” he barked. Eiri could feel his face heating up as his
anger fast reached the boiling point.
This was the first time speaking to his sister’s husband since the birth
of Sayo. Five months ago. Before that it had been when he and Shuichi
discussed hiring a surrogate mother.
Tohma had been the one who they had entrusted to find the right
woman. Before that was at his and
Shuichi’s wedding. Tohma had been the
one to help him find a ring for Shuichi so he could propose. Truthfully, he and Tohma have not really
spoken properly since they went out for breakfast on that infamous day and they
both knew why. The less contact he had
with the man the better.
“Eiri, all I am saying-“
“I know exactly what you’re saying,” Eiri snapped back. Hearing the continually calm voice just
seemed to be making him that much more angry.
Calling Tohma had been a very bad idea.
“I love my husband. Have since I met him five years ago. You don’t like it? Tough.
Shit.”
“He cheated on you,
Eiri-kun!”
Eiri’s grip tightened around
the phone. “So did I.”
“Eir-“
“And we both know why!”
“…I don’t appreciate what
you’re implying.”
Only someone who had known
Tohma Seguchi for as long as he has could hear the hardedge that suddenly
appeared in Tohma's voice. Usually it
warranted caution. Not this time.
“You cheated on Shindou-san
of your own-“
“Forget it,” Eiri interrupted
briskly. “I'll do it myself.” He ended the call as Tohma sputtered over the
line. “Bastard,” he muttered as he
tossed his phone lightly onto his desk.
Running his fingers through
his hair, Eiri sighed. His gaze roamed
about the office, taking in the bookcases, filing cabinets, and the closed
closet door to land last on his laptop.
Rounding his desk, he pulled his chair up and logged onto the
internet. He was not sure if this would
make up for all of those missed birthdays or all those other dates that seemed
to be important to Shuichi and for the ones he was sure to miss in the future,
but this little gesture would mean the whole world to him.
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Anna ni issho data no ni
(We used to be so close to each other)
Yuugure wa mou chigau iro
(But dusk is already a different color)
Semete kono tsuki akari no shita de
(I wish, under this moonlight)
Shizuka na nemuri wo
(For a peaceful slumber)
“Don’t you ever get tired of
that song?”
At the sound of his husband’s
voice, Shuichi raised his head from his sketchbook. He grinned at Eiri as the man stepped into
the living room. “Nope.”
Eiri sighed. Of course not. Meaning he would probably have to listen to
the damnable song another fifty million times.
Just great. Someone, please, kill
him now. If he did not know any better,
he would swear that Shuichi got off on trying to drive him insane. How Shuichi could listen to the same song
fifty million times a day and not lose it was beyond him. God knows he was right on the cusp. Admittedly, he used to like the song, but
being forced to listen to it every five minutes when fast forcing him to change
his mind.
“Taking a break?” Shuichi
asked as Eiri strolled across the room to the dining table where Shuichi had
been sketching.
Eiri growled.
Shuichi snickered. He knew what that meant. Eiri was stuck.
Standing behind Shuichi’s
chair, Eiri grabbed a fistful of the short pink locks and yanked Shuichi’s head
back, probably harder than was necessary, but that was what the baka got for laughing at him.
With a yelp, Shuichi’s hands
smacked down on the table top to keep from losing his balance and toppling out
of the chair and onto the hardwood floor before they flew to his head. The pencil he had been holding went
flying. Neither saw where it went, but
they heard its muffled clattered landing.
Under the table, his legs shot up and smashed into the underside of the
table.
Startled at the noise, Sayo
glanced wide eyed at her parents across the table with a cheerio in her hand.
Eiri lowered his head and
roughly captured Shuichi’s lips.
A pinkish tint colored
Shuichi’s cheeks as Eiri’s lips moved sweetly over his.
By the time Eiri finally
pulled away, Shuichi had practically melted into a puddle of goo. Satisfied by the reaction he always seemed to
be able to elicit from his husband, Eiri straightened. “Hey, Sayo,” he greeted his daughter in a
sing-song voice.
Sayo squealed at the sudden
attention.
Eiri chuckled, Dipping his head, he brought his lips to
Shuichi’s ear. His whispered voice
brushed Shuichi’s cheek, causing the younger man to shudder.
“W-what?” Shuichi stuttered.
“I said, do you think your
parents would mind watching their granddaughter for the weekend?”
Pulling away from Eiri so
that he could think, Shuichi eyed the man suspiciously. “Yeah,” he drawled. “Of course.
They’re glad for any excuse to get to spend time with Sayo. I mean she is their only grandchild. Not like Maiko’s going to have kids any time
soon. Why? What’s…?”
Eiri reached into the back
pocket of his jeans and pulled out a folded sheet of paper.
“What’s this?” Shuichi asked
as he took the proffered paper.
Unfolding it, Shuichi skimmed over what was written on it. His eyes grew wide as the meaning sunk
in. “…Eiri…What…?” Shuichi turned to his husband, his eyes wide
in wonder. “You…You’re taking me to see DragonBall Evolution?”
Eiri lifted a shoulder in an
offhanded way.
“But I thought…I thought you
hated DragonBall.”
“I do,” he affirmed
evenly. Truthfully, it did have its good
points, but the whole series was redundant.
It was basically the same storyline.
A bad guy comes to Earth with plans to destroy it. The DragonBall team reunites in order to help
save the world. But all the training in
the world to become stronger will not help them for Goku will just use that
stupid move of his in the end where he gathers the energy from all the living
things on the planet to stop the bad guy (whatever it was called). It was like having a premature release during
sex. Instead of scaling the mountain,
you crossed a plateau. Where was the fun
in that? But seeing it was Shuichi’s
birthday, he would just have to suffer through it. A happy Shuichi meant a happy Eiri. Besides, maybe this live action movie would
live up to the hype. It might just make
up for the falsity of the anime.
“Oh, Eiri!” With tears in his eyes, Shuichi jumped out of
the chair and threw himself at his husband.
“I love you! Thank you!”
Eiri smiled as he wrapped his
arms around Shuichi’s waist. “You’re
welcome,” he whispered. “Happy Birthday,
brat.”
---TBC---
Preview:
“A Bitter Sound”
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