Kin no Shuichi
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
50
Views:
4,257
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.
13. True Colors
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: Shuichi is frantic over something he lost
Warning: M/M, romance, angst, OOC-ness, language, Shuichi/Eiri, implied Eiri/oc, implied Shuichi/oc
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A/N: Thank you to lilgurlanima, Miyabi-Elegance, Kaoru Sayuri Kamiya, Acherona, Hanamaru for your reviews. I always love hearing from you guys. And Acherona, I don’t mind your ramblings. I love them in fact!
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Chapter 13: True Colors
“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.”
Eiri watched the scene in growing amusement from the safety of the balcony outside their condominium located on the fifteenth floor of Daiichi Mansions in Chiyoda-ku. Leaning against the raining with his legs stretched out before him and his ankles crossed, Eiri wrapped his right arm around his middle while he brought his lit cigarette to his lips.
“Where the bloody hell is it?!”
Eiri was torn between sighing and wanting to laugh.
Shuichi raced by in a blur of color and vanished from view within the master closet. Moments later, various articles of clothing came flying out.
Taking a drag off his cigarette, Eiri watched the growing mess in fascination. He flicked the gathering ashes from the tip of his cigarette over the railing and into the garden on the other side. Tipping his head back, he blew a thin stream of grey smoke into the cool autumn air. A breeze happened by and took hold of the noxious fumes. The smoke was whipped to and fro until it was no more.
“Eiri!”
Rolling his eyes, Eiri unfurled himself and turned his back to the chaotic catastrophe unfolding within the twenty-six square meter master bedroom suite. “Baka,” he mumbled around his cigarette. He still believed that Shuichi would lose his head if it wasn’t attached to his neck.
Something crashed.
Eiri cringed, but did not turn around.
Something smashed.
Eiri closed his eyes and said a silent prayer as he fought the urge to turn around to see what kind of mayhem his husband was up to. When there was a thud against the sliding door, Eiri had it. Pushing away from the railing, he crushed his smoldering cigarette against the railing with a sound curse. Turning, he crossed the balcony, pausing with a hand on the door and took a deep breath. Did he really want to risk life and limb to venture inside? A third crashing sound made up his mind for him.
“What the bloody hell,” Eiri blasted as soon as he stepped back into the condo and took in the full extent of Shuichi’s hellish rampage.
The bedroom was an utter mess. It reminded him off those houses that had been demolished by a hurricane that he saw on the news. Half of the contents of the closet were scattered every which way. They were not only littering the floor, but also covered the bed and were hanging from various items around the room. One of Shuichi’s undershirts was draped on the corner of the mirror. The full length mirror was secured to the wall on the opposite side of the room from the closet. The bed that Eiri had forced Shuichi to make just an hour ago had been unmade. The pillows were lying in a pile on the floor at the foot of the bed. The blankets had been tossed over the end of the bed in a pool of color.
More than half of the drawers in the dresser were hanging open, their contents spilling out as if the dresser had vomited. On top of the dresser, Shuichi’s tiny jewelry box was sitting, with its lid open, precariously on the edge. The various pieces of jewelry were scattered about, glittering in the sunlight streaming in through the windows. Both of their prescription vials were tipped onto their sides. With their lids open, the pills were mixed together in a colorful pile.
“Jesus, Shuichi! What the hell are you doing?” he growled.
“I can’t find them,” Shuichi said as he vanished once more into the closet.
Eiri watched as several more articles of clothing came flying out. A pair of black stretchy pants landed on his head. “Can’t find what?” he asked as he tossed the pants onto the floor. He could not believe that there was anything left in the closet for Shuichi to toss.
“My contacts!”
Eiri raised an eyebrow. “This is why you trashed the bedroom?” He shook his head with a snorted scoff as he sat down on the one clear spot on the bed. “Unbelievable,” he muttered. “Damn brat.”
“Dammit all to hell!”
With a sigh, Eiri flopped backwards onto the bed. Ridiculous. He knew it’d been only a matter of time. Pushing up onto his elbows, Eiri watched his husband storm out of the closet and maneuver his way through the bedroom, stepping over the piles of clothing and whatnot, and into the master bathroom. Eiri sighed. “Why don’t you just wear your glasses?”
“What?! Hell. No.”
“And why not?”
“Because they make me look like a geek.”
“Oh, please,” Eiri rolled his eyes.
“I’ve been wearing contacts my entire life.”
“And I’ve worn glasses mine. Does that make me a geek?”
There was a gasp then Shuichi reappeared. With a look of horror of his face, he rushed to Eiri’s side and collapsed onto the floor (located somewhere under all the clothes) and strapped himself around his husband’s legs. “Oh, no, Eiri! No! No! No! No! No! You look good in glasses!”
“Uh, huh.” He swept his hand over Shuichi’s pink locks. It was about time for his lithe singer to the salon. His black roots were beginning to show.
“I just…”
“Just what?”
“…I always…”
Eiri sighed.
“I don’t want to look like a pansy~y~y,” Shuichi cried in a rush.
Eiri chocked. “What?”
Shuichi lifted his head and gazed up at him with tear filled black eyes. His chin trembled.
“Oh, boy.” Eiri closed his eyes. “Shu.” Opening his eyes, he stared down at his baka. “I think…it’s a little too late for that.”
“…” Shuichi blinked. A blank look crossed his face. “What?!” Pushing away from Eiri forcefully, Shuichi slapped his leg. “Jerk!”
Eiri chuckled.
---TBC---
Preview: “Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea”
A/N: to solve the problem with the missing quotation marks and punctuation, I went back and saved everything in a normal word document and not as a web page. That solves one problem, but creates another. Now I cannot upload anything on adultfanfiction because the documents have to be saved as a web page. *Sigh* What a pain. Oh, well.
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: Shuichi is frantic over something he lost
Warning: M/M, romance, angst, OOC-ness, language, Shuichi/Eiri, implied Eiri/oc, implied Shuichi/oc
Insert: ---
A/N: Thank you to lilgurlanima, Miyabi-Elegance, Kaoru Sayuri Kamiya, Acherona, Hanamaru for your reviews. I always love hearing from you guys. And Acherona, I don’t mind your ramblings. I love them in fact!
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Chapter 13: True Colors
“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.”
Eiri watched the scene in growing amusement from the safety of the balcony outside their condominium located on the fifteenth floor of Daiichi Mansions in Chiyoda-ku. Leaning against the raining with his legs stretched out before him and his ankles crossed, Eiri wrapped his right arm around his middle while he brought his lit cigarette to his lips.
“Where the bloody hell is it?!”
Eiri was torn between sighing and wanting to laugh.
Shuichi raced by in a blur of color and vanished from view within the master closet. Moments later, various articles of clothing came flying out.
Taking a drag off his cigarette, Eiri watched the growing mess in fascination. He flicked the gathering ashes from the tip of his cigarette over the railing and into the garden on the other side. Tipping his head back, he blew a thin stream of grey smoke into the cool autumn air. A breeze happened by and took hold of the noxious fumes. The smoke was whipped to and fro until it was no more.
“Eiri!”
Rolling his eyes, Eiri unfurled himself and turned his back to the chaotic catastrophe unfolding within the twenty-six square meter master bedroom suite. “Baka,” he mumbled around his cigarette. He still believed that Shuichi would lose his head if it wasn’t attached to his neck.
Something crashed.
Eiri cringed, but did not turn around.
Something smashed.
Eiri closed his eyes and said a silent prayer as he fought the urge to turn around to see what kind of mayhem his husband was up to. When there was a thud against the sliding door, Eiri had it. Pushing away from the railing, he crushed his smoldering cigarette against the railing with a sound curse. Turning, he crossed the balcony, pausing with a hand on the door and took a deep breath. Did he really want to risk life and limb to venture inside? A third crashing sound made up his mind for him.
“What the bloody hell,” Eiri blasted as soon as he stepped back into the condo and took in the full extent of Shuichi’s hellish rampage.
The bedroom was an utter mess. It reminded him off those houses that had been demolished by a hurricane that he saw on the news. Half of the contents of the closet were scattered every which way. They were not only littering the floor, but also covered the bed and were hanging from various items around the room. One of Shuichi’s undershirts was draped on the corner of the mirror. The full length mirror was secured to the wall on the opposite side of the room from the closet. The bed that Eiri had forced Shuichi to make just an hour ago had been unmade. The pillows were lying in a pile on the floor at the foot of the bed. The blankets had been tossed over the end of the bed in a pool of color.
More than half of the drawers in the dresser were hanging open, their contents spilling out as if the dresser had vomited. On top of the dresser, Shuichi’s tiny jewelry box was sitting, with its lid open, precariously on the edge. The various pieces of jewelry were scattered about, glittering in the sunlight streaming in through the windows. Both of their prescription vials were tipped onto their sides. With their lids open, the pills were mixed together in a colorful pile.
“Jesus, Shuichi! What the hell are you doing?” he growled.
“I can’t find them,” Shuichi said as he vanished once more into the closet.
Eiri watched as several more articles of clothing came flying out. A pair of black stretchy pants landed on his head. “Can’t find what?” he asked as he tossed the pants onto the floor. He could not believe that there was anything left in the closet for Shuichi to toss.
“My contacts!”
Eiri raised an eyebrow. “This is why you trashed the bedroom?” He shook his head with a snorted scoff as he sat down on the one clear spot on the bed. “Unbelievable,” he muttered. “Damn brat.”
“Dammit all to hell!”
With a sigh, Eiri flopped backwards onto the bed. Ridiculous. He knew it’d been only a matter of time. Pushing up onto his elbows, Eiri watched his husband storm out of the closet and maneuver his way through the bedroom, stepping over the piles of clothing and whatnot, and into the master bathroom. Eiri sighed. “Why don’t you just wear your glasses?”
“What?! Hell. No.”
“And why not?”
“Because they make me look like a geek.”
“Oh, please,” Eiri rolled his eyes.
“I’ve been wearing contacts my entire life.”
“And I’ve worn glasses mine. Does that make me a geek?”
There was a gasp then Shuichi reappeared. With a look of horror of his face, he rushed to Eiri’s side and collapsed onto the floor (located somewhere under all the clothes) and strapped himself around his husband’s legs. “Oh, no, Eiri! No! No! No! No! No! You look good in glasses!”
“Uh, huh.” He swept his hand over Shuichi’s pink locks. It was about time for his lithe singer to the salon. His black roots were beginning to show.
“I just…”
“Just what?”
“…I always…”
Eiri sighed.
“I don’t want to look like a pansy~y~y,” Shuichi cried in a rush.
Eiri chocked. “What?”
Shuichi lifted his head and gazed up at him with tear filled black eyes. His chin trembled.
“Oh, boy.” Eiri closed his eyes. “Shu.” Opening his eyes, he stared down at his baka. “I think…it’s a little too late for that.”
“…” Shuichi blinked. A blank look crossed his face. “What?!” Pushing away from Eiri forcefully, Shuichi slapped his leg. “Jerk!”
Eiri chuckled.
---TBC---
Preview: “Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea”
A/N: to solve the problem with the missing quotation marks and punctuation, I went back and saved everything in a normal word document and not as a web page. That solves one problem, but creates another. Now I cannot upload anything on adultfanfiction because the documents have to be saved as a web page. *Sigh* What a pain. Oh, well.