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 Seventeen

Shuichi rolled over on the bed and smiled into Ryuichi’s sleeping face. There were still traces of glitter here and there. It would take the two of them weeks to wash all the sparkles away.

He reached out with his index finger and started to trace the handsome singer’s jaw line. It was smooth to the touch and it made him smile.

The legend singer could be as soft as a marshmallow or as hard as steel in the blink of an eye. He was so strong and it seemed like nothing could scare or bring him down.

Shuichi jumped when Ryuichi made a loud snoring sound, throwing an arm over, pulling himself closer to the warmth. It made him smile when the older singer nuzzled his chest with his nose.

“Sparkly, sparkly, Shuichi,” he sighed real deep. “Sparkle, sparkle, forever.”

Shuichi closed his eyes and slowly began to fall back into slumber in that warm embrace. He wished he could stay just like this forever and ever. All he ever really wanted was to love someone with all his heart and have it returned to him.

Have I finally found it?

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That morning, Shuichi made his way to the studio by himself. He had been unable to make Ryuichi get his sexy ass out of bed, and what a sexy ass it was, too. It was the kind of ass you wanted to grab and squeeze until the owner of that sexy ass moaned your name.

He walked through the door to see that nobody had even arrived yet. He looked at his watch and groaned.

The one day he actually decided to be on time and everyone else was late. It really pissed him off.

“I should have stayed in bed with Ryu,” he hissed to himself. “I could have helped him with his morning wood and everything.”

He threw himself down in a seat at the table and blew out an annoyed puff of air. For some odd reason, he felt like it was going to be a very long day.

He put up his feet, leaned back, and closed his eyes. For the first time that week, he actually wondered how Yuki was doing, and that caused him to make a face.

“He’s probably fucking every hole he sees,” he muttered under his breath, not hearing the door open behind him.

“You’re my hole.” A deep voice said, causing him to spin around in his chair, claws extended.

His amethyst eyes fell upon icy amber jewels. They were just as cold as ever and they were seriously pissing him off.

“I was.” Shuichi told him, digging his claws into the leather armrests, making tearing noises. “But, I’m not any longer.”

How the fuck did he get in? Where the fuck was K? Did he not fucking express how he never wanted to fucking see this fucker’s wicked face ever again?

“I think the chair is dead,” Yuki said in a chilly voice that was so cold it would make roses wilt in an instant.

Shuichi blinked and looked to see that shreds of leather were lying in the floor. Great! This would so be taken out of his paycheck. The miserable bastard!

He wanted to leap at the taller man and scratch his mean eyes out like a pissed off putty-tat. He didn’t know if it would right the wrong done to his heart, but he would sure enjoy causing the cold hearted bastard some physical pain. Hell, it would be fun just to hear him screaming in agony as he danced around the studio, juggling his eyes before squishing them between his fingers.

“How the fuck did you get in?” Shuichi demanded, fighting to stay calm. “What the fuck do you want?”

“I walked through the front doors, got on the elevator, and came here,” Yuki told him, stepping forward.

“NO!” Shuichi shouted, picking up a chair, tossing it at his face. “DON’T COME NEAR ME, YOU ASS HOLE!”

Yuki ducked and the chair flew over his head, crashing out into the hallway. He cocked a delicate brow.

“That could have hurt me,” he smiled like a wolf, trying to make the pink haired beauty uneasy.

“I know,” Shuichi giggled, sounding a little crazy. “What the fuck do you want?”

“I came to give you this,” he said, stepping forward again, dodging the second chair which was sent flying by him.

“I SAID NO!” Shuichi screamed. “DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!”

“And to say that I’m really sorry,” Yuki said, ignoring the fact that Shuichi had picked up a wine bottle by the neck, shattering it against the edge of the table. “I was wrong to hurt you the way I did. I’m mean, selfish, cold, and evil.”

“AND A FUCKING, CHEATING, ASS HOLE!” Shuichi yelled, waving the shattered bottle at him menacingly, just daring him to come closer.

“And a fucking ass hole who cheated on you.” Yuki said with his head lowered to the ground, holding out the little pink box for him to take.

“What is it?” Shuichi asked him, eyeing it suspiciously. “Is it crabs wrapped up in a pretty box?”

Yuki blanched, looking up at him. “You didn’t, did you?”

Shuichi shook his head, snatching the box like a grizzly snatches a salmon from a rushing stream. He looked it over, sniffed it, licked it, and shredded it open.

Yuki scratched his cheek, mildly amused, and full of relief. He was so happy that his idiot had been spared from the Itch of Doom.

Shuichi’s eyes gazed at the most beautiful pair of earrings that were designed to look like amethyst teardrops in his hands. They were lovely and he really liked them.

He looked up at Yuki and narrowed his eyes to slits. “Do you honestly think I’m like all those other bitches you can win back with pretty words and shiny gifts?”

Yuki blinked and the box bounced off his forehead, landing in the floor. He looked down at the shimmering amethyst teardrops.

“I LOVED YOU!” Shuichi screamed, pulling at his hair. “AND YOU RUBBED SHIT IN MY FACE, LAUGHING!”

He took deep breaths, looking at a third chair he could hurl at him. The stupid fuck!

“I’m sorry,” Yuki whispered, holding out his hands. “Please, forgive me, Shuichi. I’ll never do it again.”

Shuichi’s eyes became filled with violet fire. The ass hole had said the lines that turned his blood to magma. Any minute now he would fucking explode like a volcano, killing anything that dared to breathe in his line of sight.

“Shuichi,” Yuki whispered. “I really do care about you.”

Shuichi’s nostrils flared and he threw his head back, howling with crazed laughter. He fell back against the wall with tears in his eyes.

Yuki made a move for him and Shuichi snarled at him. It made the blond fumble.

“EAT SHIT AND DIE!” Shuichi screamed, pushing past him, running out the door, tripping over a chair, scrambled to his feet, and ran the fuck away.

He ran, and he ran, and he ran. He was so mad, he screamed as he did so.

It was music. It was song. It was the rhythm of pain.

Heads peeked out of doors and turned as he ran by them.

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Yuki was left to stand all alone in that silent room with tears on the floor. He was in a state of shock. Shuichi had turned him down and turned him down cold.

The pink haired singer had shredded his words and thrown his gift back in his face. He felt like he deserved so much more.

He rubbed his forehead and growled. What the fuck was he supposed to do now?

No, Shuichi was definitely not like all those other bitches he had fucked. The beautiful young man was something far worse, and it caused him to choke.

“Dumb ass, blond,” an angry voice hissed from behind him. “You held Love in your arms and you threw Him away like a used condom.”

“Shut up!” Yuki snapped, turning to look at the infuriating American. “It’s none of your fucking business, bitch!”

Reiji held up a shiny gun and grinned like the evil bitch who held Lucifer’s chains.

“Oh, but it is my business when my Shuichi is in pain,” she told him, teeth sharp as nine inch nails. “It means he runs away and does not come to work.”

Yuki suddenly felt afraid when she cocked that gun. The bitch really was insane.

“NOW DANCE, WHORE!” She screamed, pulling that trigger, howling up a storm.

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Shuichi ran out of the building, ignoring the explosion, and ran right smack into his best friend. He threw his arms around his neck and completely broke down into sobs.

He heard a gun being cocked by a jealous blond and ignored it. All he wanted was some kind of comfort from someone he knew who loved him beyond a shadow of a doubt.

“Put the gun away, K.” Hiro told him. “Or you get no lollypops today.”

That handsome blond pouted like a five year old child. “I only wanted to fire a warning shot right into his brain.”

“If you promise to behave,” Hiro smiled, and it was smoking sexy. “I’ll stick…up your…and give it a real good twirl.”

K’s tongue was lolling like an exited puppies and he put his shiny boom-boom away. He was so hard right now it hurt like a mother.

“I love it when you whimper,” Hiro cooed in a creamy voice, looking at him as he rubbed soothing circles on Shuichi’s back with his talented hands.

K ran the fuck away. That voice always made him make a pearly mess in his pants.

He couldn’t help it. Hiro’s voice held powerful sex magic and it just made him shoot every single time.

“Come on, Shu,” Hiro giggled, leading him over to sit on a bench out of the bright sunlight. “Tell me what’s wrong so I can make it all better.”

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Yuki’s shirt had been scorched off, his pants were in tatters, and he had lost a shoe in the fight for his life. Oh, he was one pissed off romance novelist.

He slammed the door shut to Touma’s office and turned around. His eyes narrowed and he cocked his head to the side in confusion.

A large marble tub was sitting in the middle of the room and it was filled with some strange green liquid. What the fuck was this?

He held a hand over his mouth when a long, pale, sexy leg lifted up in the air from out of the clear green goop. A sigh filled with delight echoed in the room.

“It’s been such a long time, babies,” a smoky voice cackled with cruelty. “And it feels better than ever.”

Yuki gawked when the blond stood up, creamy clear green liquid coating his flawless face and body. His blond hair was slicked straight back on his head. Emerald green suns burned into him.

“Eiri?” Touma asked in surprise, taking in his appearance, squeezing his ducky. “Why are you here?”

“Why am I here?” He asked in disgust. “What the hell is this?”

Touma rolled his eyes. “I’m bathing.”

“In your office,” Yuki asked, running a shaking hand through his scorched hair. “Bathing in what?”

Touma stepped out of the tub, revealing his naked glory. He pushed a button on a remote in his hand, causing the tub to lower back into the floor.

Yuki blinked when a carpet rolled over the trapdoor.

Mr. Sakano appeared and wrapped a towel around his boss, handing him a strawberry stem cell smoothie. One simply has to keep the inside looking young as well.

“This is my place of power,” Touma told him matter of fact. “And I love to bathe in green tea. It’s excellent for the skin.”

Yuki blinked again. “Green tea, huh? That doesn’t look like green tea to me.”

“It is a special blend.” Touma lied, drying himself off. “Why are you here? Why do you look like that?”

“I came to see Shuichi.” He told the smaller man. “And that crazy ass American bitch attacked me.”

“YUKI!” The Goddess of RAGE shrieked like a falling nuclear missile. “I’M GOING TO HANG YOU UP BY YOUR TOES AND PULL OUT ALL YOUR TEETH!”

Yuki shivered.

“Ah,” Touma grinned. “That American, huh?”

“Shuichi hates my guts,” Yuki suddenly told him. “He threw my gift in my face and told me to eat shit and die.”

Touma snarled. “HE DID WHAT?”

Yuki jumped back, dodging the green goo that went everywhere.

“I SHALL KILL HIM FOR SPEAKING TO YOU SO!” Touma shrieked, towel falling to the floor, strolling to the door butt naked. “I’LL CUT OUT HIS HEART AND SERVE IT TO YOU ON A DIAMOND PLATTER! ATTACK MY PURPLE KUNG FU FERRETS!”

“NO!” Yuki shouted. “I want him to love me again!”

“Oh,” Touma said. His voice was pleasant once more. The crazy had passed. “I have a plan.”

“Huh?” Yuki asked, filled with ouch. “What plan?”

“Plan G (Gyp), of course.” Touma told him. “I will require your brother.”

Yuki cocked his head to the side. “Why?”

Touma told him and it was gloriously evil. Yuki loved it.

TBC…

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SPARKLES FOR EVERYBODY!

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FLORA.