The Price I Pay Yuki/Shuuichi
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
4,189
Reviews:
5
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 Two
Yuki paused, cringing at the sound of Shuuichi’s whines, and took a deep breath, his hand on the doorknob.
“Yukiii--!” Yukiii! Open up! I know you’re not working, I don’t hear you typing! Yukii—oh!”
Suddenly Yuki opened the door, so rough it slammed into the wall, almost hitting Shuuichi—had the singer not been used to it, he would’ve been hit. As it was, he dodged the door just in time, and stood in silent anticipation of hearing his lover’s voice.
“Shut the hell up, brat. I have better things to do than waste my time listening to your sorry ass.” Yuki shouted and slammed the door closed before he could stop himself—he had no idea why he snapped, he’d wanted to tell Shuuichi about the HIV, but….
‘What the hell, what’s wrong with me? Goddamn it.’ The blond closed his eyes to settle his racing heart, breathing deeply before opening his eyes. He stared at his desk, the only sound the cries coming from Shuuichi—this time filled with hurt.
“Yuki! Why? Did I make you mad? Yuki! Please Yuki, answer me. You’ve been ignoring me for the past three days, what’s going on? I did something that pissed you off, didn’t I? Whatever it is I’m sorry. Yuki! Yukiii!” Shuuichi sounded like he was crying, or close to it, and the writer felt himself cringe but he didn’t move.
Should he go through with it? Yes, of course. But now? Why not wait until the second test results got back? Because it wouldn’t prove much, if they were different than it just meant one of the two tests were wrong, but not which one. He had HIV so he had to tell. Hell, wasn’t there a law that said he had to tell those he slept with about having the virus?
He never cared for laws though, why should he now? Duh, it was for Shuuichi, his lover, the only one of his lovers he ever cared for. The lover he wanted to keep for years, ‘til he died maybe.
Died…god, with the HIV that would be sooner than he ever thought. Suddenly he felt his body tremble, and his stomach became upset—this virus could kill him. It didn’t matter if literally other viruses actually killed the infected person, this virus would cause it. Goddamn it, who knew how much longer he had to live, who knew when the HIV would turn into full-blown AIDS. How much longer did he have to enjoy life?
Disgusted with the morbidity, the writer focused on Shuuichi’s cries.
“Yuki! Yukii! Yukiii! Please open the door! I’m sorry if I made you mad, I’m sor—” The sudden stop in Shuuichi’s whines was followed by a loud thump, as though something hit the floor.
“Shuuichi!” Yuki alarmed, opened the door, shaking when he felt something causing resistance on the other side. “God, please don’t let that be Shuuichi.”
God didn’t answer his prayers, the pink-haired singer lay unconscious on the floor outside his office, pale and sweaty. And when the writer felt his forehead, he grimaced from the heat.
“Shuuichi, hold on. I’m calling an ambulance.” Yuki held onto the younger man hesitant to leave his side for a moment, so he dragged Shuuichi to where he could reach the phone without leaving the singer. “Shuuichi, wake up.” His hand shook violently when he picked up the phone and dialed for an ambulance, his voice trembling as well when he spoke into the contraption.
Hearing the words that an ambulance was on the way, Yuki held Shuuichi closer, gulping at the heat radiating from the singer’s body, his arms getting sticky from the sweat on the younger man’s skin. He gasped when the younger man opened his eyes a tad, like it took an effort to do so.
“Yuki. I’m cold.” Shuuichi’s voice sounded too meek to the novelist, and he held tighter to the pink-haired man when he felt him shiver and cough.
“Shuuichi, an ambulance should be here soon. I won’t go anywhere.”
“Yuki.” Shuuichi looked into the blond’s brown eyes, lips curling up to smile when he fainted again, snug in the writer’s arms.
A/N: Short, cliffhanger, yeah I’m cruel. Anyway please review.
“Yukiii--!” Yukiii! Open up! I know you’re not working, I don’t hear you typing! Yukii—oh!”
Suddenly Yuki opened the door, so rough it slammed into the wall, almost hitting Shuuichi—had the singer not been used to it, he would’ve been hit. As it was, he dodged the door just in time, and stood in silent anticipation of hearing his lover’s voice.
“Shut the hell up, brat. I have better things to do than waste my time listening to your sorry ass.” Yuki shouted and slammed the door closed before he could stop himself—he had no idea why he snapped, he’d wanted to tell Shuuichi about the HIV, but….
‘What the hell, what’s wrong with me? Goddamn it.’ The blond closed his eyes to settle his racing heart, breathing deeply before opening his eyes. He stared at his desk, the only sound the cries coming from Shuuichi—this time filled with hurt.
“Yuki! Why? Did I make you mad? Yuki! Please Yuki, answer me. You’ve been ignoring me for the past three days, what’s going on? I did something that pissed you off, didn’t I? Whatever it is I’m sorry. Yuki! Yukiii!” Shuuichi sounded like he was crying, or close to it, and the writer felt himself cringe but he didn’t move.
Should he go through with it? Yes, of course. But now? Why not wait until the second test results got back? Because it wouldn’t prove much, if they were different than it just meant one of the two tests were wrong, but not which one. He had HIV so he had to tell. Hell, wasn’t there a law that said he had to tell those he slept with about having the virus?
He never cared for laws though, why should he now? Duh, it was for Shuuichi, his lover, the only one of his lovers he ever cared for. The lover he wanted to keep for years, ‘til he died maybe.
Died…god, with the HIV that would be sooner than he ever thought. Suddenly he felt his body tremble, and his stomach became upset—this virus could kill him. It didn’t matter if literally other viruses actually killed the infected person, this virus would cause it. Goddamn it, who knew how much longer he had to live, who knew when the HIV would turn into full-blown AIDS. How much longer did he have to enjoy life?
Disgusted with the morbidity, the writer focused on Shuuichi’s cries.
“Yuki! Yukii! Yukiii! Please open the door! I’m sorry if I made you mad, I’m sor—” The sudden stop in Shuuichi’s whines was followed by a loud thump, as though something hit the floor.
“Shuuichi!” Yuki alarmed, opened the door, shaking when he felt something causing resistance on the other side. “God, please don’t let that be Shuuichi.”
God didn’t answer his prayers, the pink-haired singer lay unconscious on the floor outside his office, pale and sweaty. And when the writer felt his forehead, he grimaced from the heat.
“Shuuichi, hold on. I’m calling an ambulance.” Yuki held onto the younger man hesitant to leave his side for a moment, so he dragged Shuuichi to where he could reach the phone without leaving the singer. “Shuuichi, wake up.” His hand shook violently when he picked up the phone and dialed for an ambulance, his voice trembling as well when he spoke into the contraption.
Hearing the words that an ambulance was on the way, Yuki held Shuuichi closer, gulping at the heat radiating from the singer’s body, his arms getting sticky from the sweat on the younger man’s skin. He gasped when the younger man opened his eyes a tad, like it took an effort to do so.
“Yuki. I’m cold.” Shuuichi’s voice sounded too meek to the novelist, and he held tighter to the pink-haired man when he felt him shiver and cough.
“Shuuichi, an ambulance should be here soon. I won’t go anywhere.”
“Yuki.” Shuuichi looked into the blond’s brown eyes, lips curling up to smile when he fainted again, snug in the writer’s arms.
A/N: Short, cliffhanger, yeah I’m cruel. Anyway please review.