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Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
5,118
Reviews:
59
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 One
Let it Will Be
Flora Winters
I do not own Gravitation. It is so wonderful.
Summary: Shuichi is kicked out of Yuki’s apartment yet again and Ryuichi is there for him with Kumagoro in tow. MM, Language.
Chapter One
Shuichi could hear someone softly humming and he grudgingly decided to follow the voice into consciousness. His brilliant violet eyes fluttered open to see that he was looking up at a cloud white ceiling. Where the hell was he?
Valley, mountain
There is a fountain
Washes our tears all away
He turned his head to see that it was Ryuichi who was singing. He was standing in front of the window looking out, outlined in a radiant halo of golden sunlight. It was even better than stage lighting.
Words are swaying
Someone is praying
Please let us come home to stay
He was in the hospital. Why was he in the hospital? He looked to see that he had an IV in his hand and Kumagoro was at his side, giving him his plushy bunny smile.
He looked to see that Hiro was at his left, sleeping in a chair. His head was leaned back, mouth wide open, snoring with drool at the corner. The sight made him softly snicker and then he coughed.
Ryuichi spun around with a worried expression written all over his face. His sapphire blue eyes were really big as he hurried to his friend’s side, fixing him a glass of cold water.
“Drink up, Shuichi,” he said, sitting down on the bed next to him. “Water is good for you and it keeps your complexion nice.”
Shuichi’s head was stuffed up and it was still pounding like a crazed drum on crack. He felt like shit and he probably looked it, too. Hell, shit probably looked better than he did right now.
Ryuichi picked up Kuma and had him do a little happy dance on the pink haired singer’s tummy. He liked to make Shuichi smile. It made him all sparkly.
Hiro was still snoring and made a slight moaning sound. He must be having a really good dream about someone.
“What happened?” Shuichi asked, handing the cup back to Ryuichi.
He sat the cup aside and had Kumagoro tell him. “Shuichi has the flu. Sniffle, sniffle, cough, cough, Shuichi.”
Shuichi frowned. This was just perfect.
“Yuki?” He asked, looking around. “Has he been here? Did he call?”
Ryuichi had Kumagoro to shake his head. “Mr. Yuki has not been here, Shuichi.”
Violet eyes lowered and tears spilled from the corners. Ryuichi began to panic. He didn’t like it when his friend cried. It made him want to cry, too.
“Look, sparkly sparkles, Shuichi,” he told him, holding out some pretty bracelets he suddenly pulled from his pocket. “Pretty shiny just for you.”
Shuichi turned to the side and sneezed. He moaned, turning his head back to look at them as he sniffled. They were very pretty.
“Here you go,” Ryuichi said, dropping a sparkly pink one in his hand. “Kumagoro says you can have this pretty, Shuichi.”
He took the bracelet and carefully slipped it on his free wrist. It was very sparkly and it was pretty.
“Thanks, Kuma,” he said with a smile, patting his head.
Ryuichi grinned. “Na no da.”
The brunette got back to his feet and looked down at his still sad friend. He wanted to do something more to cheer him up and make him feel better.
He winked at Kuma and petted him. That was such a wonderful idea. How come he had not thought of it himself?
The door to the room suddenly opened and in walked K, Mr. Seguchi, and Mr. Sakano. Their faces were grim.
“I told you to take exit 74-E, you idiot!” Mr. Seguchi snarled, poking K with the stick he uses to poke the animals with at the Tokyo Zoo.
K rolled his eyes and pulled out a shiny gun. “You said 74-D.”
“Well, actually,” Mr. Sakano piped in, tears streaming from his eyes like raging waterfalls. “The GPS, Mr. Tom, said 74-C.”
Both whirled around and glared poisonous daggers at him. Poor Mr. Sakano fainted on the spot. His life was such a constant hell.
“Oh, Touma, K!” Ryuichi squealed, pouncing across the room in a single bound, falling over Mr. Sakano’s fallen form with a grunt.
Hiro bolted upright in his chair with his arms all out, karate style. “Where’s the hooker on the runaway speedboat?”
All eyes turned to look at him and he bit his bottom lip. K had a gun and Mr. Seguchi was twirling a mean looking stick.
Suguru came strolling in only to freeze in his tracks. He saw K with a gun and his cousin with a wicked looking stick. There were two bodies on the floor.
He cocked a brow. “Did you kill them?”
Shuichi lied back down. He wanted to die. It was too loud, and he was ill.
“Ouch,” Ryuichi whined. “Oh, a dead man broke our fall, Kuma!”
Mr. Sakano wheezed. All the air had been knocked from his lungs. Apparently Ryuichi was heavier than he looked.
Ryuichi jumped up, giggling like a little school boy. He apologized to Mr. Sakano as K helped him up.
“Mr. Shindou, how are you feeling?” Touma asked, walking over to him, like a dancer on ice. The man was ever graceful.
Shuichi turned his head away. He just wanted to be left alone.
“The doctor tells us that you were dehydrated and that you have the flu, Mr. Shindou.” Touma told him, eyes ever friendly.
“Needles go pokey poke, Shuichi,” Ryuichi said, holding tight to his bunny friend. “We no like them.”
Shuichi turned to look at his IV. He hated needles, too. The last time a doctor tried to give him a shot, well, it involved three male nurses holding him down, and one needing their mouth wired shut, afterwards. Here was just one more thing he had in common with his idol.
Touma patted Ryuichi’s arm. “I think two weeks should be enough time to recuperate.”
Shuichi’s eyes widened. Two weeks? What would he do with himself? Where would he stay? Yuki had kicked him out and had not even called his cell to check on him. He didn’t want to be a burden to Hiro.
“I got a hotel room for you at a very nice place…” Touma said, but was cut off.
“No!” Ryuichi shouted, spinning Kumagoro around in dizzying circles. “Shuichi can stay with Kuma and me!”
Touma and all seemed to gawk. “I can’t have you getting sick, too, Ryu.”
“Ryuichi does not get sick!” He shouted in Kumagoro’s voice. “He is too sparkly!”
Hiro raised his hand. “I don’t mind. You know you can always stay with me, Shuichi.”
Ryuichi was biting on one of Kuma’s ears. He wanted Shuichi to come have lots of fun with him.
“What about Yuki?” Shuichi asked. His voice was tired.
K looked to Touma who instantly looked away. He looked to see that Shuichi looked to be a little broken.
“Eiri has gone on a book signing tour,” Touma told him, squeezing his stick with a black gloved hand. “He will be back in five days.”
Ryuichi narrowed his sapphire eyes into slits. How could Eiri Yuki do that? Shuichi is sick! He should be here, holding his hand!
Shuichi closed his eyes. His heart hurt. His fucking heart hurt. He wanted to scream.
“Shuichi?” Ryuichi asked. His funny voice was gone. “Come stay with me?”
Everyone was looking at him. It was not often that Ryuichi spoke in this voice. It was very rare.
Shuichi was gripping the sheets with all his might. He was so pissed. So, he did something about it. He fucking screamed
“I WANT ICE CREAM!”
“QUIET!” A voice shrieked at the door, causing all to turn. “THIS IS A HOSPITAL, FOR BUDDHA’S SAKE!”
Ryuichi magically produced some Rocky Road and ignored the gunfire. He didn’t think it was nice to open fire in a hospital, but it was also not very nice to take Buddha’s name in vain. That was just mean.
“Yummy, yummy, Shuichi,” he grinned, handing him a silver spoon. “Come and stay with Kuma and me?”
Shuichi nodded. He simply adored him some Rocky Road. Ryuichi was a good friend.
Ryuichi jumped up and down, swinging Kumagoro around. This was going to be so much fun.
“Hey!” Touma yelled, whopping K on top of his head with his killing stick of doom. “No shooting in the hospital!”
K rubbed his head, seriously thinking about firing a warning shot right between the blonde’s eyes. It would seriously just be a warning shot.
Touma lowered his stick and his voice. “Save it for NG.”
Suguru and Hiro tiptoed from the room. They needed to take random pee break.
“Oh, Touma!” Ryuichi squealed in delight, throwing himself at him. “Me and Shuichi are sparkly sparkles!”
Touma nodded, patting his eccentric friend. “Yes, yes you are, Ryu.”
“Shuichi comes to stay with us,” Ryuichi grinned from ear to ear. “Kuma will make cookies!”
Touma looked to see that the pink haired singer was seriously going down on that ice cream. Where the hell had Ryuichi gotten it? “That will be fine.”
Ryuichi grinned. “Good times!”
“Oh, Shindou!” Mr. Sakano screamed, whirling around like a twister.
Poor Shuichi was puking his guts out.
“Kumagoro!” Ryuichi screeched. “Get me some towels!”
Kuma went flying, smashing right into Noriko’s pretty face.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks to all who have reviewed and liked so far. This chapter is for ya’ll.
Flora.
Song lyrics are owned by Diana Ross.
Flora Winters
I do not own Gravitation. It is so wonderful.
Summary: Shuichi is kicked out of Yuki’s apartment yet again and Ryuichi is there for him with Kumagoro in tow. MM, Language.
Chapter One
Shuichi could hear someone softly humming and he grudgingly decided to follow the voice into consciousness. His brilliant violet eyes fluttered open to see that he was looking up at a cloud white ceiling. Where the hell was he?
Valley, mountain
There is a fountain
Washes our tears all away
He turned his head to see that it was Ryuichi who was singing. He was standing in front of the window looking out, outlined in a radiant halo of golden sunlight. It was even better than stage lighting.
Words are swaying
Someone is praying
Please let us come home to stay
He was in the hospital. Why was he in the hospital? He looked to see that he had an IV in his hand and Kumagoro was at his side, giving him his plushy bunny smile.
He looked to see that Hiro was at his left, sleeping in a chair. His head was leaned back, mouth wide open, snoring with drool at the corner. The sight made him softly snicker and then he coughed.
Ryuichi spun around with a worried expression written all over his face. His sapphire blue eyes were really big as he hurried to his friend’s side, fixing him a glass of cold water.
“Drink up, Shuichi,” he said, sitting down on the bed next to him. “Water is good for you and it keeps your complexion nice.”
Shuichi’s head was stuffed up and it was still pounding like a crazed drum on crack. He felt like shit and he probably looked it, too. Hell, shit probably looked better than he did right now.
Ryuichi picked up Kuma and had him do a little happy dance on the pink haired singer’s tummy. He liked to make Shuichi smile. It made him all sparkly.
Hiro was still snoring and made a slight moaning sound. He must be having a really good dream about someone.
“What happened?” Shuichi asked, handing the cup back to Ryuichi.
He sat the cup aside and had Kumagoro tell him. “Shuichi has the flu. Sniffle, sniffle, cough, cough, Shuichi.”
Shuichi frowned. This was just perfect.
“Yuki?” He asked, looking around. “Has he been here? Did he call?”
Ryuichi had Kumagoro to shake his head. “Mr. Yuki has not been here, Shuichi.”
Violet eyes lowered and tears spilled from the corners. Ryuichi began to panic. He didn’t like it when his friend cried. It made him want to cry, too.
“Look, sparkly sparkles, Shuichi,” he told him, holding out some pretty bracelets he suddenly pulled from his pocket. “Pretty shiny just for you.”
Shuichi turned to the side and sneezed. He moaned, turning his head back to look at them as he sniffled. They were very pretty.
“Here you go,” Ryuichi said, dropping a sparkly pink one in his hand. “Kumagoro says you can have this pretty, Shuichi.”
He took the bracelet and carefully slipped it on his free wrist. It was very sparkly and it was pretty.
“Thanks, Kuma,” he said with a smile, patting his head.
Ryuichi grinned. “Na no da.”
The brunette got back to his feet and looked down at his still sad friend. He wanted to do something more to cheer him up and make him feel better.
He winked at Kuma and petted him. That was such a wonderful idea. How come he had not thought of it himself?
The door to the room suddenly opened and in walked K, Mr. Seguchi, and Mr. Sakano. Their faces were grim.
“I told you to take exit 74-E, you idiot!” Mr. Seguchi snarled, poking K with the stick he uses to poke the animals with at the Tokyo Zoo.
K rolled his eyes and pulled out a shiny gun. “You said 74-D.”
“Well, actually,” Mr. Sakano piped in, tears streaming from his eyes like raging waterfalls. “The GPS, Mr. Tom, said 74-C.”
Both whirled around and glared poisonous daggers at him. Poor Mr. Sakano fainted on the spot. His life was such a constant hell.
“Oh, Touma, K!” Ryuichi squealed, pouncing across the room in a single bound, falling over Mr. Sakano’s fallen form with a grunt.
Hiro bolted upright in his chair with his arms all out, karate style. “Where’s the hooker on the runaway speedboat?”
All eyes turned to look at him and he bit his bottom lip. K had a gun and Mr. Seguchi was twirling a mean looking stick.
Suguru came strolling in only to freeze in his tracks. He saw K with a gun and his cousin with a wicked looking stick. There were two bodies on the floor.
He cocked a brow. “Did you kill them?”
Shuichi lied back down. He wanted to die. It was too loud, and he was ill.
“Ouch,” Ryuichi whined. “Oh, a dead man broke our fall, Kuma!”
Mr. Sakano wheezed. All the air had been knocked from his lungs. Apparently Ryuichi was heavier than he looked.
Ryuichi jumped up, giggling like a little school boy. He apologized to Mr. Sakano as K helped him up.
“Mr. Shindou, how are you feeling?” Touma asked, walking over to him, like a dancer on ice. The man was ever graceful.
Shuichi turned his head away. He just wanted to be left alone.
“The doctor tells us that you were dehydrated and that you have the flu, Mr. Shindou.” Touma told him, eyes ever friendly.
“Needles go pokey poke, Shuichi,” Ryuichi said, holding tight to his bunny friend. “We no like them.”
Shuichi turned to look at his IV. He hated needles, too. The last time a doctor tried to give him a shot, well, it involved three male nurses holding him down, and one needing their mouth wired shut, afterwards. Here was just one more thing he had in common with his idol.
Touma patted Ryuichi’s arm. “I think two weeks should be enough time to recuperate.”
Shuichi’s eyes widened. Two weeks? What would he do with himself? Where would he stay? Yuki had kicked him out and had not even called his cell to check on him. He didn’t want to be a burden to Hiro.
“I got a hotel room for you at a very nice place…” Touma said, but was cut off.
“No!” Ryuichi shouted, spinning Kumagoro around in dizzying circles. “Shuichi can stay with Kuma and me!”
Touma and all seemed to gawk. “I can’t have you getting sick, too, Ryu.”
“Ryuichi does not get sick!” He shouted in Kumagoro’s voice. “He is too sparkly!”
Hiro raised his hand. “I don’t mind. You know you can always stay with me, Shuichi.”
Ryuichi was biting on one of Kuma’s ears. He wanted Shuichi to come have lots of fun with him.
“What about Yuki?” Shuichi asked. His voice was tired.
K looked to Touma who instantly looked away. He looked to see that Shuichi looked to be a little broken.
“Eiri has gone on a book signing tour,” Touma told him, squeezing his stick with a black gloved hand. “He will be back in five days.”
Ryuichi narrowed his sapphire eyes into slits. How could Eiri Yuki do that? Shuichi is sick! He should be here, holding his hand!
Shuichi closed his eyes. His heart hurt. His fucking heart hurt. He wanted to scream.
“Shuichi?” Ryuichi asked. His funny voice was gone. “Come stay with me?”
Everyone was looking at him. It was not often that Ryuichi spoke in this voice. It was very rare.
Shuichi was gripping the sheets with all his might. He was so pissed. So, he did something about it. He fucking screamed
“I WANT ICE CREAM!”
“QUIET!” A voice shrieked at the door, causing all to turn. “THIS IS A HOSPITAL, FOR BUDDHA’S SAKE!”
Ryuichi magically produced some Rocky Road and ignored the gunfire. He didn’t think it was nice to open fire in a hospital, but it was also not very nice to take Buddha’s name in vain. That was just mean.
“Yummy, yummy, Shuichi,” he grinned, handing him a silver spoon. “Come and stay with Kuma and me?”
Shuichi nodded. He simply adored him some Rocky Road. Ryuichi was a good friend.
Ryuichi jumped up and down, swinging Kumagoro around. This was going to be so much fun.
“Hey!” Touma yelled, whopping K on top of his head with his killing stick of doom. “No shooting in the hospital!”
K rubbed his head, seriously thinking about firing a warning shot right between the blonde’s eyes. It would seriously just be a warning shot.
Touma lowered his stick and his voice. “Save it for NG.”
Suguru and Hiro tiptoed from the room. They needed to take random pee break.
“Oh, Touma!” Ryuichi squealed in delight, throwing himself at him. “Me and Shuichi are sparkly sparkles!”
Touma nodded, patting his eccentric friend. “Yes, yes you are, Ryu.”
“Shuichi comes to stay with us,” Ryuichi grinned from ear to ear. “Kuma will make cookies!”
Touma looked to see that the pink haired singer was seriously going down on that ice cream. Where the hell had Ryuichi gotten it? “That will be fine.”
Ryuichi grinned. “Good times!”
“Oh, Shindou!” Mr. Sakano screamed, whirling around like a twister.
Poor Shuichi was puking his guts out.
“Kumagoro!” Ryuichi screeched. “Get me some towels!”
Kuma went flying, smashing right into Noriko’s pretty face.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks to all who have reviewed and liked so far. This chapter is for ya’ll.
Flora.
Song lyrics are owned by Diana Ross.