My Best Friend's Wedding
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,622
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 Two
_N: Chapter Everyone!
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Chapter Two:
Yuki stared at the man, “What?” He said flatly.
A man with long, layered cut black hair shook his head, adjusting his silver framed glasses, he avoided another group of crowd passing by before sighing.
“Yuki-sensei, it’s not nice of you to leave me and deal with the company’s wrath on my own! I can’t believe you’re heading for America of all things-Hey wait up!”
Yuki heard the shorter man run after him as he entered the airport.
“Is there anyway you can at least send your manuscripts through mail?” the small man bothered further.
Yuki stopped and faced his editor, a spunky boy barely twenty one. “No. I can’t send you anything. Some things are more important than my writing.” Yuki frowned as the shorter man Began pouting; strangely reminding him of Shuichi. His urge to board the plane heightened.
“Here.” Yuki grumbled, shoving a flash drive on the kid’s hand, “It’s just the basic, but you asked for the crap so take it. Now I have to go.” He turned once more to depart when he was called back again.
“But Yuki-sensei!”
The novelist halted in his tracks with venom in his eyes. He was going to miss the plane damn it!
“You should just leave Shindo-sama alone.” Came a whisper, breaking Yuki’s coldness. Eiri fully knew that he should be angry, but Maru was his only friend that he enjoyed having as company. Slightly because Maru understood Yuki like almost Shuichi did…and only, Yuki loved Shuichi.
“Maru,” Eiri said, the novelist taking his junior in a tight embrace, a habit that had accumulated since they started working together, “I can’t lose him. He…I can’t give him away.” And pulling back, he shook his head, “I’ll come back soon with Shuichi in my arms.”
And the next thing Yuki knew was a pair of lips on his forehead.
“Good luck then Yuki-senpai!” Maru cheered, pushing Yuki into the flight gate.
Finally.
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A man stepped out the plane, tall and handsome with dark shades on and billowing white coat over a dark blue shirt and black dress pants. If all the girls knew it was Eiri Yuki…let’s not think about that.
“Hot.” A few girls have mentioned, “Nice figure. Too bad he looks American; I could’ve showed him a real good time.” Others have said, and the rest, yes the rest of the single women even tried to grope him! The nerve.
But the women were of no concern to the Japanese man, his worries were slept away during the flight and his source of relief came from a bounding, bouncing pink ball of fluff.
“Yuki! YukiYukiYukiYukiYuki!!” And before the writer knew it, he was laying sprawled on the ground with an extra hundred or less pound pinning him down. “YukiYukiYuki!”
Boy, was the hug tight or what!
Yuki returned the embrace, all the while standing both of their selves up. God, it’s been forever since he got this close to him! Five years that he’s never seen those pink locks that graced as a curtain over the deep violet pools of the boy.
“I missed you so much!” Shuichi practically yelled to the world. He surveyed Yuki head to toe and grinned, “You look great Mr. ‘I never leave the study room because I’m a writer!”
“Speak for yourself. People still buying your crap I see.”
“That’s mean!” Shuichi yelled, and again, the writer was unable to say anything when his ex-lover took his hand and nudged him to look over his shoulder and through the crowd where a rather tall and mysterious looking man with short, brown, neatly cropped hair and glittering green eyes stood- untouched by a million people as his loose red shirt and green baggy pants with a black collared overcoat showed his fitness in body in its high glory.
Yuki froze on the spot as the man strode over and primly bowed to Yuki. When Yuki did nothing of the sort back, the American glanced at Shuichi with his emerald eyes.
“Shuichi, is this the famous Eiri Yuki-sama?”
The voice would also be self explanatory as to how someone could fall for him.
Yuki saw a nod as Shuichi nervously glanced up at him for…for something!
The writer held out a hand and smiled, “Eiri is fine. And Yes, I am Eiri Yuki. You must be Jutaru.” Yuki only had to wait a moment before his hand was shaken with extreme vigor.
Though his voice was calm, it was sincere and full of awe.
“I can’t believe I finally get to meet you Eiri-I mean, your books are one thing, but Shuichi, Shuichi talks about you all the time!” Yuki caught sight of Shuichi’s red cheeks. He nodded in recognition and was about to say more when somewhere, a sort tinkling of Bells rang. An alarm?
To Yuki’s great horror, the two men in front of him entwined hands as Jutaru kissed Shuichi light on the lips, “Honey, we need to go for the fitting.” He gently kissed Shuichi’s lips once more before saying, “Let’s go?”
Yuki looked away as Shuichi twined his arms over his neck. What was wrong with these two? Have they never heard about the rule of PDA?
And so what if Yuki never followed it himself when he was with you know who?
Then Eiri heard-
“But that’s boringg… I want Yuki to have fun here- not bore him while old men touched me in places and all that.”
Eiri unstiffened when finally the two pulled apart.
“Okay babe,” Jutaru said with a smile, petting Shuichi’s pink forest, “Let’s make a deal. You and Eiri come for a minute and drop me off and I’ll let you drive my second love of my life. Then you can run off to where you want. Deal?”
The star dusts of the sky practically disappeared only to reappear in Shuichi’s eyes.
“You bet!”
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The famous hot novelist, AKA Eiri Yuki, could swear somewhere along the street Shuichi was running flat with Jutaru’s silver Cabrioles, his hear had been left behind.
“Sorry!” Shuichi yelled, switching lanes in a maze of cars being driven by old people while going nearly 100 MPH.
“You’re doing fine!” Jutaru yelled, enjoying it like a roller coaster ride. Quite opposite of a certain blonde.
Eiri decided he was in dire need of change in focus. “So how long have you two actually dated?!” He practically had to scream for goodness sake to be heard!
“A month and a half!” Jutaru yelled back from the back seat, “Then I decided I loved the punk and asked him to marry me!”
Yuki choked, “A-a month?!” he looked at the crazed driver by him. Why was he cursed, and who the hell did Jutaru think he is risking HIS life? “Aren’t you going a little too fast?!” It was more of a scream than a statement as Shuichi rounded a corner and almost slammed his side unto a pole. The car came to a stop- compared to the speed they’ve been going- as they entered the parking lot. Finding a space, Shuichi stopped completely and revealed unto Yuki that he was being taken in the mall.
Getting out, the trio headed inside a quiet tuxedo store.
Yuki’s question left unanswered.
“Here we are. What do you think Eiri?” Jutaru asked.
Yuki scanned the uptight room. He could feel Shuichi shift uncomfortably at the tensity of it all, “It’s fine,” Yuki pointed out, meanwhile adding, “But I would think Shuichi fits more in the wedding dresses.”
Jutaru burst out laughing while Shuichi jabbed him on the side. Yuki just had to say it.
“Well, we’re off then Jutaru. We’ll meet you back later- k?”
Jutaru nodded, kissing Shuichi first before saying to Yuki, “It was nice meeting you Eiri. We’ll get to know each other more. Soon. But take care of this punk for now; he has tendencies to get lost.” And with one more kiss to his fiancée, Jutaru strode over and into the back room.
A strange kind of silence reigned over the two…until, of course, Shuichi threw his arms up in the air and dashed out with a shout of glee-heading to another direction down the mall.
“Brat.” Yuki whispered, following close to his goal.
-TWO HOURS LATER-
“I promise, just let me find it please!” Shuichi wailed, puppy-eyeing Yuki as he scanned a clothes rack near him. The eye thing has worked its charms for the past hour and a half, but now, eye or not-they could not stay at the same store for another minute!
“Let’s go Shuichi. Jutaru’s going to be waiting. He’ll think you’re dead by the time you find the right clothes for you.” Yuki snatched a random shirt and sarcastically said, “Try that one and let’s go.”
Shuichi grinned, “Oh! It’s not for me- Ah ha! Here!”
Surprise, Yuki looked down at a bundle of clothing. Next he was pushed into one of the changing rooms.
“Try those on!” The whirlwind said before disappearing himself.
Sighing his irritation out, Yuki started undressing himself when his phone suddenly rang. Only one person would call his number now…and it wasn’t gonna be Tohma.
“Maru. What.”
“Hey Yuki-sensei!” Maru chirped, “What’cha up to? Did the flight go well? Did he fall head over heels with you when you saw him? How’s the competi-“
“Maru.” Yuki growled, his shirt fluttering to the ground, “I’m fine. His name is Jutaru and he’s a damn pusher. It shouldn’t be too hard, damn the bastard, they’ve only been dating for a month and a half when he asked the brat to marry him. Isn’t there a law about dating for a lot more time? Before asking a fucking underage to marry you-“
“But Yuki-san, Shuichi isn’t underage,” Maru interrupted, “And isn’t Shuichi-san the one who said yes?”
Eiri growled once more in frustration. He turned around in time as Shuichi suddenly barged inside with another set of clothes-only to drop it all when he saw Yuki stepping out of his pants. Casually continuing on, Yuki removed his pants, as Shuichi drooled on the ground.
“I’ll call you back.” Yuki said, hanging up instantly and staring back at Shuichi’s eyes with the slightest glare.
Quickly Shuichi started gathering the clothes he dropped, blushing furiously at the same time as Yuki’s eyes never left him.
It was amusing to the novelist.
“What?” Yuki asked. Shrugging as if he wasn’t doing anything, “You’ve seen me a lot less decent before.” And before he could speak again Shuichi turned his back from the delicious sight and stiffened-still must be remembering Yuki’s taut abdomen.
Shu became silent.
“You didn’t answer my question earlier.” Yuki said, “About moving too fast. I didn’t mean your driving you know.” And the writer found himself frowning when he received a laugh as a response.
“Ah well, Jutaru was in love and I…well I was what I was, and I wanted to marry him too.” Shuichi looked at Yuki’s full body and reddened once more, “I’m happy you could make it, Yuki…” he opened the door slightly, “And Yuki? ….” He waited for a few seconds before smiling, “You look really, really, great.” and Yuki wasn’t the least surprise when Shuichi licked his lips unknowingly. Bad habits were always the hardest to get rid of.
Yuki was silent for a moment before he realized the kid was gone. Fumbling around for his phone, he found it finally and dialed back to his editor. A sly grin appeared on his lips; he had thought of what Shuichi said, and he didn’t hear anything about him loving the guy back.
‘You look really, really, great.’
“Hello?” A voice chimed in.
Eiri looked at himself in the mirror and allowed his smile to spread, “Maru. The guy’s toast.”
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A_N: I’m in the vague too as to what Eiri’s first scheme would be. Hahahahaha…ha? Last thing- depending on my reviews, I'll probably post the second chapter up tomorrow or later on today...so if you want to read more review review review ^_^
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Chapter Two:
Yuki stared at the man, “What?” He said flatly.
A man with long, layered cut black hair shook his head, adjusting his silver framed glasses, he avoided another group of crowd passing by before sighing.
“Yuki-sensei, it’s not nice of you to leave me and deal with the company’s wrath on my own! I can’t believe you’re heading for America of all things-Hey wait up!”
Yuki heard the shorter man run after him as he entered the airport.
“Is there anyway you can at least send your manuscripts through mail?” the small man bothered further.
Yuki stopped and faced his editor, a spunky boy barely twenty one. “No. I can’t send you anything. Some things are more important than my writing.” Yuki frowned as the shorter man Began pouting; strangely reminding him of Shuichi. His urge to board the plane heightened.
“Here.” Yuki grumbled, shoving a flash drive on the kid’s hand, “It’s just the basic, but you asked for the crap so take it. Now I have to go.” He turned once more to depart when he was called back again.
“But Yuki-sensei!”
The novelist halted in his tracks with venom in his eyes. He was going to miss the plane damn it!
“You should just leave Shindo-sama alone.” Came a whisper, breaking Yuki’s coldness. Eiri fully knew that he should be angry, but Maru was his only friend that he enjoyed having as company. Slightly because Maru understood Yuki like almost Shuichi did…and only, Yuki loved Shuichi.
“Maru,” Eiri said, the novelist taking his junior in a tight embrace, a habit that had accumulated since they started working together, “I can’t lose him. He…I can’t give him away.” And pulling back, he shook his head, “I’ll come back soon with Shuichi in my arms.”
And the next thing Yuki knew was a pair of lips on his forehead.
“Good luck then Yuki-senpai!” Maru cheered, pushing Yuki into the flight gate.
Finally.
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A man stepped out the plane, tall and handsome with dark shades on and billowing white coat over a dark blue shirt and black dress pants. If all the girls knew it was Eiri Yuki…let’s not think about that.
“Hot.” A few girls have mentioned, “Nice figure. Too bad he looks American; I could’ve showed him a real good time.” Others have said, and the rest, yes the rest of the single women even tried to grope him! The nerve.
But the women were of no concern to the Japanese man, his worries were slept away during the flight and his source of relief came from a bounding, bouncing pink ball of fluff.
“Yuki! YukiYukiYukiYukiYuki!!” And before the writer knew it, he was laying sprawled on the ground with an extra hundred or less pound pinning him down. “YukiYukiYuki!”
Boy, was the hug tight or what!
Yuki returned the embrace, all the while standing both of their selves up. God, it’s been forever since he got this close to him! Five years that he’s never seen those pink locks that graced as a curtain over the deep violet pools of the boy.
“I missed you so much!” Shuichi practically yelled to the world. He surveyed Yuki head to toe and grinned, “You look great Mr. ‘I never leave the study room because I’m a writer!”
“Speak for yourself. People still buying your crap I see.”
“That’s mean!” Shuichi yelled, and again, the writer was unable to say anything when his ex-lover took his hand and nudged him to look over his shoulder and through the crowd where a rather tall and mysterious looking man with short, brown, neatly cropped hair and glittering green eyes stood- untouched by a million people as his loose red shirt and green baggy pants with a black collared overcoat showed his fitness in body in its high glory.
Yuki froze on the spot as the man strode over and primly bowed to Yuki. When Yuki did nothing of the sort back, the American glanced at Shuichi with his emerald eyes.
“Shuichi, is this the famous Eiri Yuki-sama?”
The voice would also be self explanatory as to how someone could fall for him.
Yuki saw a nod as Shuichi nervously glanced up at him for…for something!
The writer held out a hand and smiled, “Eiri is fine. And Yes, I am Eiri Yuki. You must be Jutaru.” Yuki only had to wait a moment before his hand was shaken with extreme vigor.
Though his voice was calm, it was sincere and full of awe.
“I can’t believe I finally get to meet you Eiri-I mean, your books are one thing, but Shuichi, Shuichi talks about you all the time!” Yuki caught sight of Shuichi’s red cheeks. He nodded in recognition and was about to say more when somewhere, a sort tinkling of Bells rang. An alarm?
To Yuki’s great horror, the two men in front of him entwined hands as Jutaru kissed Shuichi light on the lips, “Honey, we need to go for the fitting.” He gently kissed Shuichi’s lips once more before saying, “Let’s go?”
Yuki looked away as Shuichi twined his arms over his neck. What was wrong with these two? Have they never heard about the rule of PDA?
And so what if Yuki never followed it himself when he was with you know who?
Then Eiri heard-
“But that’s boringg… I want Yuki to have fun here- not bore him while old men touched me in places and all that.”
Eiri unstiffened when finally the two pulled apart.
“Okay babe,” Jutaru said with a smile, petting Shuichi’s pink forest, “Let’s make a deal. You and Eiri come for a minute and drop me off and I’ll let you drive my second love of my life. Then you can run off to where you want. Deal?”
The star dusts of the sky practically disappeared only to reappear in Shuichi’s eyes.
“You bet!”
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-SCREEECH!!!!!!—
The famous hot novelist, AKA Eiri Yuki, could swear somewhere along the street Shuichi was running flat with Jutaru’s silver Cabrioles, his hear had been left behind.
“Sorry!” Shuichi yelled, switching lanes in a maze of cars being driven by old people while going nearly 100 MPH.
“You’re doing fine!” Jutaru yelled, enjoying it like a roller coaster ride. Quite opposite of a certain blonde.
Eiri decided he was in dire need of change in focus. “So how long have you two actually dated?!” He practically had to scream for goodness sake to be heard!
“A month and a half!” Jutaru yelled back from the back seat, “Then I decided I loved the punk and asked him to marry me!”
Yuki choked, “A-a month?!” he looked at the crazed driver by him. Why was he cursed, and who the hell did Jutaru think he is risking HIS life? “Aren’t you going a little too fast?!” It was more of a scream than a statement as Shuichi rounded a corner and almost slammed his side unto a pole. The car came to a stop- compared to the speed they’ve been going- as they entered the parking lot. Finding a space, Shuichi stopped completely and revealed unto Yuki that he was being taken in the mall.
Getting out, the trio headed inside a quiet tuxedo store.
Yuki’s question left unanswered.
“Here we are. What do you think Eiri?” Jutaru asked.
Yuki scanned the uptight room. He could feel Shuichi shift uncomfortably at the tensity of it all, “It’s fine,” Yuki pointed out, meanwhile adding, “But I would think Shuichi fits more in the wedding dresses.”
Jutaru burst out laughing while Shuichi jabbed him on the side. Yuki just had to say it.
“Well, we’re off then Jutaru. We’ll meet you back later- k?”
Jutaru nodded, kissing Shuichi first before saying to Yuki, “It was nice meeting you Eiri. We’ll get to know each other more. Soon. But take care of this punk for now; he has tendencies to get lost.” And with one more kiss to his fiancée, Jutaru strode over and into the back room.
A strange kind of silence reigned over the two…until, of course, Shuichi threw his arms up in the air and dashed out with a shout of glee-heading to another direction down the mall.
“Brat.” Yuki whispered, following close to his goal.
-TWO HOURS LATER-
“I promise, just let me find it please!” Shuichi wailed, puppy-eyeing Yuki as he scanned a clothes rack near him. The eye thing has worked its charms for the past hour and a half, but now, eye or not-they could not stay at the same store for another minute!
“Let’s go Shuichi. Jutaru’s going to be waiting. He’ll think you’re dead by the time you find the right clothes for you.” Yuki snatched a random shirt and sarcastically said, “Try that one and let’s go.”
Shuichi grinned, “Oh! It’s not for me- Ah ha! Here!”
Surprise, Yuki looked down at a bundle of clothing. Next he was pushed into one of the changing rooms.
“Try those on!” The whirlwind said before disappearing himself.
Sighing his irritation out, Yuki started undressing himself when his phone suddenly rang. Only one person would call his number now…and it wasn’t gonna be Tohma.
“Maru. What.”
“Hey Yuki-sensei!” Maru chirped, “What’cha up to? Did the flight go well? Did he fall head over heels with you when you saw him? How’s the competi-“
“Maru.” Yuki growled, his shirt fluttering to the ground, “I’m fine. His name is Jutaru and he’s a damn pusher. It shouldn’t be too hard, damn the bastard, they’ve only been dating for a month and a half when he asked the brat to marry him. Isn’t there a law about dating for a lot more time? Before asking a fucking underage to marry you-“
“But Yuki-san, Shuichi isn’t underage,” Maru interrupted, “And isn’t Shuichi-san the one who said yes?”
Eiri growled once more in frustration. He turned around in time as Shuichi suddenly barged inside with another set of clothes-only to drop it all when he saw Yuki stepping out of his pants. Casually continuing on, Yuki removed his pants, as Shuichi drooled on the ground.
“I’ll call you back.” Yuki said, hanging up instantly and staring back at Shuichi’s eyes with the slightest glare.
Quickly Shuichi started gathering the clothes he dropped, blushing furiously at the same time as Yuki’s eyes never left him.
It was amusing to the novelist.
“What?” Yuki asked. Shrugging as if he wasn’t doing anything, “You’ve seen me a lot less decent before.” And before he could speak again Shuichi turned his back from the delicious sight and stiffened-still must be remembering Yuki’s taut abdomen.
Shu became silent.
“You didn’t answer my question earlier.” Yuki said, “About moving too fast. I didn’t mean your driving you know.” And the writer found himself frowning when he received a laugh as a response.
“Ah well, Jutaru was in love and I…well I was what I was, and I wanted to marry him too.” Shuichi looked at Yuki’s full body and reddened once more, “I’m happy you could make it, Yuki…” he opened the door slightly, “And Yuki? ….” He waited for a few seconds before smiling, “You look really, really, great.” and Yuki wasn’t the least surprise when Shuichi licked his lips unknowingly. Bad habits were always the hardest to get rid of.
Yuki was silent for a moment before he realized the kid was gone. Fumbling around for his phone, he found it finally and dialed back to his editor. A sly grin appeared on his lips; he had thought of what Shuichi said, and he didn’t hear anything about him loving the guy back.
‘You look really, really, great.’
“Hello?” A voice chimed in.
Eiri looked at himself in the mirror and allowed his smile to spread, “Maru. The guy’s toast.”
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A_N: I’m in the vague too as to what Eiri’s first scheme would be. Hahahahaha…ha? Last thing- depending on my reviews, I'll probably post the second chapter up tomorrow or later on today...so if you want to read more review review review ^_^