Shuryu: More than Rivals?
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,226
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
It was a beautiful night to go riding, as the sky was a cross between a cobalt blue-black color with sight grayish whips of clouds and the air was crisp and free but not cold. Hiroshi loved these nights more than any other.
He had only stopped once while riding, while at a red light close to the NG building. He had worked late that night, perfecting a new song on his guitar while Fujisaki tried to fix the damage caused by Shuichi earlier that day.
What had happened to make Shuichi act like that? Come on, it was the chance of a lifetime, to do a movie with a living legend: Ryuichi Sakuma. Hiro would have thought Shuichi would be thrilled! His mind wondered as he leaned into his right turn.
Had something happened between him and Yuki again? If that had happened, Shuichi would have said something, wouldn’t he have? As much as he adored his best friend, the fact that he could be spilling his heart out one moment and holding an unlimited amount of secrets the next, sometimes urked the redhead.
It was really odd, but Hiro tried his best to shrug it off, thinking, ‘A good night with Yuki and he’ll be just fine in the morning!’
2:35 A.M. That is what the glaring red numbers on Yuki’s digital clock read. He took off his glasses and stared for a moment at the clock on his office desk. He had decided to try to get some work done as Shuichi had fallen asleep on the couch and Sakuma has ceased his banging on the door. Sadly, Yuki still had yet to write little more than a few lines of useless dapple describing something along the lines of a crowded city and smog filled air.
He pushed his chair back and got up. Time to get another beer, no wait, scratch that out, time to get rid of all of the beer from his body. He walked to the bathroom but not without catching a quick glance at his lover on the couch.
He had been no more than a quarter meter away from the bathroom when the door bell rang. Yuki sighed and tried to ignore it. He opened the bathroom door. Ding dong! He sighed loudly as he unzipped his pants. Ding dong ding don ding dong ding dong! Now beyond irritated, Yuki zipped his pants and walked to the door to give whatever idiot who was ringing his bell at 2:30 in the morning a piece of his mind. I had better not be Sakuma or help him god…
He flung the door open, only wishing it opened the other way so he could hit the idiot with it and stared at his door step. A cool breeze blew against his skin and he fought back a shiver. He looked around. No one. He looked down to see if maybe it was a package. Nothing. He inwardly sighed. If someone was going to annoy him by ringing the door bell continually so late at night, Yuki wouldn’t expect any less than a letter bomb!
He closed the door and turned to head back to the bathroom. Ding dong! Yuki spun on his heals and prayed to whatever deity that loved to mess around with his existence that who ever it was, he’d get away with beating the hell of them and leaving their broken body somewhere they would never bother him again without getting caught.
He opened the door. This time there was a small white envelope sitting on his door step, a small rock placed on top of it. It was addressed to Shuichi. He stared at the small white rectangle wishing to set it on fire before he picked it up. He looked around once more on the off chance that someone was still there but was disappointed to find no one to take his annoyance out on. He closed the door.
Ryuichi yawned as he and his stuffed rabbit Kumagoro walked down the somewhat crowded streets of Tokyo. He stretched and looked around, spotting a small candy store a little ways down the street. He ran towards the window and stopped in his tracks in awe.
He looked at the sign next to the brightly colored object in the window. ‘Sweet Memories: Pictures made out of 100 Sugar Candy! We’ll take any photograph and make it into editable art!’ Ryuichi’s mind went on overdrive!
“What do you say, Kumagoro? Should we get one of 'him'?” He looked up at the rabbit currently riding atop his head for an answer. “Kay!"
With that, Ryuichi and his faithful lifetime companion Kumagoro continued on their way down the street. “…but wait, we don’t have any good pictures of Shuichi, Kumagoro.”
TO BE CONTINUED
He had only stopped once while riding, while at a red light close to the NG building. He had worked late that night, perfecting a new song on his guitar while Fujisaki tried to fix the damage caused by Shuichi earlier that day.
What had happened to make Shuichi act like that? Come on, it was the chance of a lifetime, to do a movie with a living legend: Ryuichi Sakuma. Hiro would have thought Shuichi would be thrilled! His mind wondered as he leaned into his right turn.
Had something happened between him and Yuki again? If that had happened, Shuichi would have said something, wouldn’t he have? As much as he adored his best friend, the fact that he could be spilling his heart out one moment and holding an unlimited amount of secrets the next, sometimes urked the redhead.
It was really odd, but Hiro tried his best to shrug it off, thinking, ‘A good night with Yuki and he’ll be just fine in the morning!’
2:35 A.M. That is what the glaring red numbers on Yuki’s digital clock read. He took off his glasses and stared for a moment at the clock on his office desk. He had decided to try to get some work done as Shuichi had fallen asleep on the couch and Sakuma has ceased his banging on the door. Sadly, Yuki still had yet to write little more than a few lines of useless dapple describing something along the lines of a crowded city and smog filled air.
He pushed his chair back and got up. Time to get another beer, no wait, scratch that out, time to get rid of all of the beer from his body. He walked to the bathroom but not without catching a quick glance at his lover on the couch.
He had been no more than a quarter meter away from the bathroom when the door bell rang. Yuki sighed and tried to ignore it. He opened the bathroom door. Ding dong! He sighed loudly as he unzipped his pants. Ding dong ding don ding dong ding dong! Now beyond irritated, Yuki zipped his pants and walked to the door to give whatever idiot who was ringing his bell at 2:30 in the morning a piece of his mind. I had better not be Sakuma or help him god…
He flung the door open, only wishing it opened the other way so he could hit the idiot with it and stared at his door step. A cool breeze blew against his skin and he fought back a shiver. He looked around. No one. He looked down to see if maybe it was a package. Nothing. He inwardly sighed. If someone was going to annoy him by ringing the door bell continually so late at night, Yuki wouldn’t expect any less than a letter bomb!
He closed the door and turned to head back to the bathroom. Ding dong! Yuki spun on his heals and prayed to whatever deity that loved to mess around with his existence that who ever it was, he’d get away with beating the hell of them and leaving their broken body somewhere they would never bother him again without getting caught.
He opened the door. This time there was a small white envelope sitting on his door step, a small rock placed on top of it. It was addressed to Shuichi. He stared at the small white rectangle wishing to set it on fire before he picked it up. He looked around once more on the off chance that someone was still there but was disappointed to find no one to take his annoyance out on. He closed the door.
Ryuichi yawned as he and his stuffed rabbit Kumagoro walked down the somewhat crowded streets of Tokyo. He stretched and looked around, spotting a small candy store a little ways down the street. He ran towards the window and stopped in his tracks in awe.
He looked at the sign next to the brightly colored object in the window. ‘Sweet Memories: Pictures made out of 100 Sugar Candy! We’ll take any photograph and make it into editable art!’ Ryuichi’s mind went on overdrive!
“What do you say, Kumagoro? Should we get one of 'him'?” He looked up at the rabbit currently riding atop his head for an answer. “Kay!"
With that, Ryuichi and his faithful lifetime companion Kumagoro continued on their way down the street. “…but wait, we don’t have any good pictures of Shuichi, Kumagoro.”
TO BE CONTINUED