Could You Love Another
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,760
Reviews:
14
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.
Endless Questions with No Answers
Thanks people who reviewed! It made me so happy to wake up and see people liked the story, and I see I’ve gotten a lot of hits as well O_O wow. You guys rock!
VioletEyes: No worries! Your wait wasn’t too long ^_^ Heh, and yes I spose that was a bit on the teasing side ^-^; I’m happy that the story caught your attention though *dances*
Darkyaoiangel: Kukukuku I know, I’m sorry. I am glad to know I could grab your interest though.
DemonLadySesshomaru: I’m glad you like it so far. Here’s the update. ^_^
Kimmiko16: Aww thx hun. WAAHH! LOL poor Shu ^_^; I couldn’t throw ‘im out he’s too kawaii (even if a bit overwhelming at times).
Chapter 1: Endless Questions with No Answers
“What?” the question resounded throughout the silent break room.
“Just what I said,” Shuichi’s voice was soft but confident, “I’m leaving.”
His band mates were a bit stunned and made no move to speak, while Sakano was (predictably) balled up in the corner wailing about his failures as a producer. There was the inevitable ‘click’ next to the singer’s ear and he sighed, “K, I’m really not in the mood; put your gun down.”
“Ha! Your ‘mood’ is not important right now.” There was a happy tone to K’s voice, but as Shuichi looked around the gun barrel pointed at his head he noted that the trigger happy manager’s eyes were intensely focused on him and not so happy after all. “You cannot simply leave the other members hanging out to dry just because you feel you need a break, Shindou. You committed to this. You have to see it through.”
The vocalist was not deterred in the least, “No. My decision is final, K. I’m leaving Japan. That’s all I’ve said, and that’s all I’ll say. I’m done.”
“Hn,” Suguru huffed, “Shindou-san, just because you and Yuki are at odds again doesn’t give you the right to—“
“I said: NO.” Shuichi turned then and the glare he gave the keyboardist made even K take a step or two back. They’d never seen him so solemn, and the tone of his voice held the underlying severity of a certain writer they all knew quite well. Before anyone could comment however, the door slammed shut, causing everyone to jump in surprise.
“He’s gone.” Hiro looked a bit panic-stricken, “Just like that…”
“I barely saw him leave.” Fujisaki said softly, eyes wide.
“Hnnn…” the manager scratched his chin thoughtfully, brows furrowed in concentration, “Something was different this time, wouldn’t you agree?”
The other two nodded mechanically. “I believe,” K paused, “Eiri-san and I are going to have a little…chat.”
Suguru exchanged a knowing glance with the guitarist. Both of them knew that K’s definition of “chat” often didn’t involve much conversation. Though, they couldn’t really find it in themselves to feel any kind of sympathy for the writer. He seemed to cause enough trouble as it was and they barely even knew the man, and now he had taken the one thing they COULDN’T afford to lose: their leader.
“That’s all very well,” Suguru voiced the one question that was on everyone’s minds, “However… in the meantime, what do we do now?”
Nobody had an answer.
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Not far from the studio, a young man with pink hair and dark glasses hailed a cab and directed it toward the airport.
‘Gods… so fucking tired,’ Shuichi thought to himself. He let his head loll back against the seat and closed his eyes briefly. How had it come to this? He sighed and shook his head. Of course he knew how this had come about; he wasn’t THAT dense. In fact, despite popular opinion, Shuichi wasn’t really dense at all. Sure, he had his moments just like everyone else, but in truth most of it was a front. His upbeat personality was genuine enough; it’s hard to fake that kind of enthusiasm, but the sobs, the trip-ups, the fits of temper were mostly all an act. It was better this way though, life was always easier if people thought you had nothing to hide, because then, ‘There’s nothing to take away.’ Well, that is, he used to think that way before… before… ‘Yuki.’
It always came back to him. ‘WHY?!?’ Why, couldn’t he just let the author go? He wanted to scream, wanted to break something, but the back of a cab was certainly no place to do that, he mused. As it was he was almost to the airport. Ah well, there’d be plenty of time to stew in self loathing and mull over past events after he got on his flight. Then when he landed in California, he would go to his hotel, take a hot bath, get shit-faced drunk, and hopefully… he could forget. If only for a moment.
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Back in his apartment, a certain writer sat staring at his computer as though locked in an epic staring contest with the machine. Finally, he sighed, stretched. He’d gotten next to nothing accomplished and prayed to whatever deity was listening that the writer’s block was only temporary. He knew what had caused it, but he wouldn’t admit it. No. That’s why he ended it in the first place. He needed the unattachment. The silence, the solitude, he needed it…
…didn’t he? He did, right? RIGHT?!?
A dull ‘thunk’ echoed through the office, signaling the contact of a head to a desk.
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WAIII!!! Another chapter! Nothin special I know, but I gotta set things up a bit first. ^_^; Bear with me pleaaaassse? Things’ll start to pick up once Shuichi gets to the US. And I know it’s a bit short but ((siighhhh)) I have an essay to work on >_> stupid college. But I wanted to update so here’s somethin for y’all at least. Hopefully the next chapter will be up in a couple of days *pouts* but finals are comin up so I’m not sure how much work I’m gonna have in the mean time. Only two more weeks though! Then it’s break time ‘til January—WHOO! More time to write! *dances* Newayz I hope you enjoy what I have so far. Cya next time. Luvies!
~C.d.L~
VioletEyes: No worries! Your wait wasn’t too long ^_^ Heh, and yes I spose that was a bit on the teasing side ^-^; I’m happy that the story caught your attention though *dances*
Darkyaoiangel: Kukukuku I know, I’m sorry. I am glad to know I could grab your interest though.
DemonLadySesshomaru: I’m glad you like it so far. Here’s the update. ^_^
Kimmiko16: Aww thx hun. WAAHH! LOL poor Shu ^_^; I couldn’t throw ‘im out he’s too kawaii (even if a bit overwhelming at times).
Chapter 1: Endless Questions with No Answers
“What?” the question resounded throughout the silent break room.
“Just what I said,” Shuichi’s voice was soft but confident, “I’m leaving.”
His band mates were a bit stunned and made no move to speak, while Sakano was (predictably) balled up in the corner wailing about his failures as a producer. There was the inevitable ‘click’ next to the singer’s ear and he sighed, “K, I’m really not in the mood; put your gun down.”
“Ha! Your ‘mood’ is not important right now.” There was a happy tone to K’s voice, but as Shuichi looked around the gun barrel pointed at his head he noted that the trigger happy manager’s eyes were intensely focused on him and not so happy after all. “You cannot simply leave the other members hanging out to dry just because you feel you need a break, Shindou. You committed to this. You have to see it through.”
The vocalist was not deterred in the least, “No. My decision is final, K. I’m leaving Japan. That’s all I’ve said, and that’s all I’ll say. I’m done.”
“Hn,” Suguru huffed, “Shindou-san, just because you and Yuki are at odds again doesn’t give you the right to—“
“I said: NO.” Shuichi turned then and the glare he gave the keyboardist made even K take a step or two back. They’d never seen him so solemn, and the tone of his voice held the underlying severity of a certain writer they all knew quite well. Before anyone could comment however, the door slammed shut, causing everyone to jump in surprise.
“He’s gone.” Hiro looked a bit panic-stricken, “Just like that…”
“I barely saw him leave.” Fujisaki said softly, eyes wide.
“Hnnn…” the manager scratched his chin thoughtfully, brows furrowed in concentration, “Something was different this time, wouldn’t you agree?”
The other two nodded mechanically. “I believe,” K paused, “Eiri-san and I are going to have a little…chat.”
Suguru exchanged a knowing glance with the guitarist. Both of them knew that K’s definition of “chat” often didn’t involve much conversation. Though, they couldn’t really find it in themselves to feel any kind of sympathy for the writer. He seemed to cause enough trouble as it was and they barely even knew the man, and now he had taken the one thing they COULDN’T afford to lose: their leader.
“That’s all very well,” Suguru voiced the one question that was on everyone’s minds, “However… in the meantime, what do we do now?”
Nobody had an answer.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Not far from the studio, a young man with pink hair and dark glasses hailed a cab and directed it toward the airport.
‘Gods… so fucking tired,’ Shuichi thought to himself. He let his head loll back against the seat and closed his eyes briefly. How had it come to this? He sighed and shook his head. Of course he knew how this had come about; he wasn’t THAT dense. In fact, despite popular opinion, Shuichi wasn’t really dense at all. Sure, he had his moments just like everyone else, but in truth most of it was a front. His upbeat personality was genuine enough; it’s hard to fake that kind of enthusiasm, but the sobs, the trip-ups, the fits of temper were mostly all an act. It was better this way though, life was always easier if people thought you had nothing to hide, because then, ‘There’s nothing to take away.’ Well, that is, he used to think that way before… before… ‘Yuki.’
It always came back to him. ‘WHY?!?’ Why, couldn’t he just let the author go? He wanted to scream, wanted to break something, but the back of a cab was certainly no place to do that, he mused. As it was he was almost to the airport. Ah well, there’d be plenty of time to stew in self loathing and mull over past events after he got on his flight. Then when he landed in California, he would go to his hotel, take a hot bath, get shit-faced drunk, and hopefully… he could forget. If only for a moment.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Back in his apartment, a certain writer sat staring at his computer as though locked in an epic staring contest with the machine. Finally, he sighed, stretched. He’d gotten next to nothing accomplished and prayed to whatever deity was listening that the writer’s block was only temporary. He knew what had caused it, but he wouldn’t admit it. No. That’s why he ended it in the first place. He needed the unattachment. The silence, the solitude, he needed it…
…didn’t he? He did, right? RIGHT?!?
A dull ‘thunk’ echoed through the office, signaling the contact of a head to a desk.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
WAIII!!! Another chapter! Nothin special I know, but I gotta set things up a bit first. ^_^; Bear with me pleaaaassse? Things’ll start to pick up once Shuichi gets to the US. And I know it’s a bit short but ((siighhhh)) I have an essay to work on >_> stupid college. But I wanted to update so here’s somethin for y’all at least. Hopefully the next chapter will be up in a couple of days *pouts* but finals are comin up so I’m not sure how much work I’m gonna have in the mean time. Only two more weeks though! Then it’s break time ‘til January—WHOO! More time to write! *dances* Newayz I hope you enjoy what I have so far. Cya next time. Luvies!
~C.d.L~