Kin no Shuichi
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
50
Views:
4,256
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
12. A Bitter Sound
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: Shuichi and Eiri are working things out after a mistake on both of their parts nearly ended their five year relationship. But what about Bad Luck? What does the future hold for them?
Chapter Summary: An anime has Shuichi in tears.
Warning: M/M, romance, angst, OOC-ness, language, Shuichi/Eiri, implied Eiri/oc, implied Shuichi/oc
Insert: references to Mobil Suit Gundam Seed
A/N: Thank you to Acherona, Hanamaru, Miyabi-Elegance, RiverSakima, lilgurlanima, Sammy, tinlizzie81592, bakayaro onna, Kaoru Sayuri Kamiya for your reviews. I always love hearing from you guys. And I do apologize for the missing quotation marks and punctuation. Whatever happened, it was my fault and did not happen from my end. When I uploaded the last chapter, they were there. They are still there if I open the chapter on word. Weird. Hopefully, it worked the second time around.
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Chapter 12: A Bitter Sound
The sound of bitter tears had Eiri sighing. The rapid movement of his fingers over the keyboard stilled. Closing his aching eyes, he said a silent prayer. Slouching back in his chair, he removed his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes with his other hand. Something told him to ignore the sound of weeping, but stupid him, he ignored instead that tiny voice in the back of his mind. Putting his glasses back on, he saved his work and pushing away from the desk, stood up. He made his way out of the office into the hallway towards the living room. The sound of crying grew louder. If the brat woke Sayo, he swore to God that he would give Shuichi something to really cry about.
On the way to the living room, he checked on Sayo. Just to be sure.
His daughter. His beautiful fifteen month old Sayo Uesugi. She looked remarkably like Shuichi. Right down to the amazing lung capacity and the tears that seemed to be able to appear on command. Sayo was also developing that split personality that her “mama” had. One second she would be depressed and the next as angry as a rampaging bull. She may look like Shuichi, but she dirty blond hair just a tad lighter than his own. Her once dark chocolate brown eyes had lightened to a golden yellow. How that had happened, he had no idea.
Sayo was on her stomach with her hands curled up besides her head. Her puckered little mouth with its ruby red lips were ajar. The blond curls were plastered to the side of her head by sweat. Shuichi had dressed her in a pair of pink footy pajamas that his sister Maiko had bought her goddaughter. Eiri knew his daughter would be out all night and well into the morning by the drool pooling around the blanket by her head and the soft snoring filling the room. A rare smile crossed his face. She really did look amazingly like Shuichi.
Quietly, he backpedaled out of the room and shut the nursery door.
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Pushing open the hallway door, he stepped into the living room and came to a halt. He heaved a disgusted sigh. Hugging his knees to his chest as he sat on the edge of the couch with tears creating rivers down his cheeks and snot drooling out of his nose, Shuichi was watching an anime he knew was forbidden. “Shuichi Shindou,” he barked.
Shuichi’s head snapped around so fast, it was a wonder the younger man did not develop whiplash. A tear leaked out of one wide violet eye and slipped down his cheek. “…Eiri?” His voice was barely above a whisper. He scrubbed at his wet face.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Eiri crossed towards the television. “You know you aren’t allowed to watch this shit.”
“But it’s my favorite show,” he whined.
“I don’t care.” Eiri swept the remote off the coffee table just as Shuichi made a grab for it. He pointed the control at the DVD player.
“No!” Shuichi dived across the coffee table and plastered himself in front of the entertainment system with his arms held out protectively.
“Move,” Eiri ordered.
“No!” Shuichi hissed. Defiance flashed hotly across his face.
Eiri’s eyes narrowed. “Shuichi Shindou,” he growled, “get out of the way before I kick your scrawny ass to Timbuktu.”
“Go ahead and try!”
Eiri could feel a looming headache and it had pink hair and purple eyes. “Damned brat,” he muttered. “Why do you do this to yourself?”
Reeling from confusion, Shuichi cocked his head to the side. “Huh?”
“Every single time you insist on watching this show, you wind up turning this big blubbery mess and yet you claim it’s your favorite show.”
“But that’s why!”
“…Huh?”
Shuichi threw his hands up. He tried and tried, but every time he went to explain why he loved a certain anime or manga so much, Eiri just scoffed and dropped the subject.
“Eiri…Mobil Suit Gundam Seed is about the heart wrenching struggle-“
“Don’t care,” Eiri interrupted.
“But-!”
“Drop it.” Eiri massaged his temples. He lowered the remote. “Fine. Fine!” H was so tired of arguing over this same shit with Shuichi. Tossing the remote onto the couch, he turned his back on his brat and started towards his office. He had a deadline fast approaching. “Watch the damned thing. I don’t care.”
He heard Shuichi squeal behind him.
“Just don’t,” he continued, hardening his voice, “come crying to me later about how sad it is that best friends have no other option but to try to kill one another.”
A sound of wonder had Eiri stilling.
“Eiri!”
Ah shit, Eiri thought.
“Eiri! I love-! Umph!”
His eye twitching, Eiri stopped his husband’s flying love tackle with a hand to Shuichi’s face. “Don’t read too much into it,” he said, “I just don’t want your snot all over me.”
Shuichi giggled as he stepped back. “Too late,” he sang.
“Huh?”
As Shuichi hummed and skipped back around the couch to finish watching his show, Eiri glanced at his hand. His mouth turned up in disgust. He sneered at Shuichi as he wiped his booger covered hand on his shirt.
“Brat.”
Shuichi, hugging his arms around his knees, stuck out his tongue at him as he rocked back and forth on the couch.
It was a good thing it was Shuichi’s turn to do the laundry in the morning, he decided as he made his way to his office.
---TBC---
Preview: “True Colors”
A/N: Misleading title wasn’t it? LOL.
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: Shuichi and Eiri are working things out after a mistake on both of their parts nearly ended their five year relationship. But what about Bad Luck? What does the future hold for them?
Chapter Summary: An anime has Shuichi in tears.
Warning: M/M, romance, angst, OOC-ness, language, Shuichi/Eiri, implied Eiri/oc, implied Shuichi/oc
Insert: references to Mobil Suit Gundam Seed
A/N: Thank you to Acherona, Hanamaru, Miyabi-Elegance, RiverSakima, lilgurlanima, Sammy, tinlizzie81592, bakayaro onna, Kaoru Sayuri Kamiya for your reviews. I always love hearing from you guys. And I do apologize for the missing quotation marks and punctuation. Whatever happened, it was my fault and did not happen from my end. When I uploaded the last chapter, they were there. They are still there if I open the chapter on word. Weird. Hopefully, it worked the second time around.
+---+---+---+
Chapter 12: A Bitter Sound
The sound of bitter tears had Eiri sighing. The rapid movement of his fingers over the keyboard stilled. Closing his aching eyes, he said a silent prayer. Slouching back in his chair, he removed his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes with his other hand. Something told him to ignore the sound of weeping, but stupid him, he ignored instead that tiny voice in the back of his mind. Putting his glasses back on, he saved his work and pushing away from the desk, stood up. He made his way out of the office into the hallway towards the living room. The sound of crying grew louder. If the brat woke Sayo, he swore to God that he would give Shuichi something to really cry about.
On the way to the living room, he checked on Sayo. Just to be sure.
His daughter. His beautiful fifteen month old Sayo Uesugi. She looked remarkably like Shuichi. Right down to the amazing lung capacity and the tears that seemed to be able to appear on command. Sayo was also developing that split personality that her “mama” had. One second she would be depressed and the next as angry as a rampaging bull. She may look like Shuichi, but she dirty blond hair just a tad lighter than his own. Her once dark chocolate brown eyes had lightened to a golden yellow. How that had happened, he had no idea.
Sayo was on her stomach with her hands curled up besides her head. Her puckered little mouth with its ruby red lips were ajar. The blond curls were plastered to the side of her head by sweat. Shuichi had dressed her in a pair of pink footy pajamas that his sister Maiko had bought her goddaughter. Eiri knew his daughter would be out all night and well into the morning by the drool pooling around the blanket by her head and the soft snoring filling the room. A rare smile crossed his face. She really did look amazingly like Shuichi.
Quietly, he backpedaled out of the room and shut the nursery door.
+---+---+
Pushing open the hallway door, he stepped into the living room and came to a halt. He heaved a disgusted sigh. Hugging his knees to his chest as he sat on the edge of the couch with tears creating rivers down his cheeks and snot drooling out of his nose, Shuichi was watching an anime he knew was forbidden. “Shuichi Shindou,” he barked.
Shuichi’s head snapped around so fast, it was a wonder the younger man did not develop whiplash. A tear leaked out of one wide violet eye and slipped down his cheek. “…Eiri?” His voice was barely above a whisper. He scrubbed at his wet face.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Eiri crossed towards the television. “You know you aren’t allowed to watch this shit.”
“But it’s my favorite show,” he whined.
“I don’t care.” Eiri swept the remote off the coffee table just as Shuichi made a grab for it. He pointed the control at the DVD player.
“No!” Shuichi dived across the coffee table and plastered himself in front of the entertainment system with his arms held out protectively.
“Move,” Eiri ordered.
“No!” Shuichi hissed. Defiance flashed hotly across his face.
Eiri’s eyes narrowed. “Shuichi Shindou,” he growled, “get out of the way before I kick your scrawny ass to Timbuktu.”
“Go ahead and try!”
Eiri could feel a looming headache and it had pink hair and purple eyes. “Damned brat,” he muttered. “Why do you do this to yourself?”
Reeling from confusion, Shuichi cocked his head to the side. “Huh?”
“Every single time you insist on watching this show, you wind up turning this big blubbery mess and yet you claim it’s your favorite show.”
“But that’s why!”
“…Huh?”
Shuichi threw his hands up. He tried and tried, but every time he went to explain why he loved a certain anime or manga so much, Eiri just scoffed and dropped the subject.
“Eiri…Mobil Suit Gundam Seed is about the heart wrenching struggle-“
“Don’t care,” Eiri interrupted.
“But-!”
“Drop it.” Eiri massaged his temples. He lowered the remote. “Fine. Fine!” H was so tired of arguing over this same shit with Shuichi. Tossing the remote onto the couch, he turned his back on his brat and started towards his office. He had a deadline fast approaching. “Watch the damned thing. I don’t care.”
He heard Shuichi squeal behind him.
“Just don’t,” he continued, hardening his voice, “come crying to me later about how sad it is that best friends have no other option but to try to kill one another.”
A sound of wonder had Eiri stilling.
“Eiri!”
Ah shit, Eiri thought.
“Eiri! I love-! Umph!”
His eye twitching, Eiri stopped his husband’s flying love tackle with a hand to Shuichi’s face. “Don’t read too much into it,” he said, “I just don’t want your snot all over me.”
Shuichi giggled as he stepped back. “Too late,” he sang.
“Huh?”
As Shuichi hummed and skipped back around the couch to finish watching his show, Eiri glanced at his hand. His mouth turned up in disgust. He sneered at Shuichi as he wiped his booger covered hand on his shirt.
“Brat.”
Shuichi, hugging his arms around his knees, stuck out his tongue at him as he rocked back and forth on the couch.
It was a good thing it was Shuichi’s turn to do the laundry in the morning, he decided as he made his way to his office.
---TBC---
Preview: “True Colors”
A/N: Misleading title wasn’t it? LOL.