Let it Will Be

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 Twenty

Yuki was lounging on his sofa, enjoying a yummy slice of cheese pizza, ignoring the damn ghost who was grieving over not being able to smell or take a bite of the cheesy goodness. It gave the blond novelist a deep and cruel sense of satisfaction.

If the ghost was going to haunt him and make him miserable, then the least he could do was torment the bastard right back. Hell, he could even make it entertaining.

He wolfed down another slice, ignoring Kitazawa’s whimpering. Where the hell was that damn brother of his? He wanted this ass wipe out of his house.

“Wow, you’ve gotten to be such an icy fuck, Eiri.” The ghost said, floating upside down, sitting cross-legged. “Do you really have to make those moaning sounds like that? I know it tastes good.”

“I’m not looking at you and I’m not listening to you either.” Yuki told him, downing another beer. “And if I can’t see or hear you, then you don’t exist.”

Kitazawa cocked a very delicate brow, smirking like a fox. “I could start singing a very off key version of Green Acres, Eiri Dearest.”

Yuki cringed, almost dropping his beer. That was the last thing he wanted to happen right now. Hearing that song being sung by his dead crush would seriously drive him over the edge. He did not want to be locked up with all the nuts and squirrels, again. He would kill himself first.

Kitazawa floated down to float level with those cold amber eyes. He use to love and sneak peeks at them for hours. They were the most beautiful eyes in the world.

“Nah!” He snorted, giggling at Yuki. “His amethyst eyes outshine yours like the sun does the moon.”

Yuki cocked his head to the side. “Does being dead also make you stupid, too?”

“Well, I do blame you for this,” Kitazawa said with a sniff of disdain. “You did splatter my brains out all over the place, Eiri.”

“It was an improvement!” Yuki snarled, throwing the empty beer can through the smiling ghosts smug face. “I should have blown your pecker wood off, too!”

Kitazawa rolled his eyes. “You sure do have a filthy mouth.”

“Shut up!” Yuki yelled, eating another slice of pizza. “Go fuck yourself with a crucifix like the good Catholic you were!”

“Hey!” Kitazawa hissed, wishing he could smack him. “I was drunk and watching the Exorcist!”

“What the fuck do you want?” Yuki asked, looking to see where he had dropped his gun again.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” He asked, snickering like someone who had just cut a bitch’s brake lines and watching them drive down a steep hill. “I’ve been assigned by Allah and Her four camels to come drive you crazy as fuck.”

Yuki bared his white teeth. Oh, he was pissed.

“Whatever will you do?” The ghost asked, having his head spin around in slow circles. “Will killing yourself ease your troubled soul, Eiri?”

“How about I ram my cock through that gaping hole in your forehead?” Yuki asked with a crazed smile. “That way I can really fuck your brains out.”

Kitazawa giggled like the schoolboy he used to be. “That would be so hot. You sure do know how to turn a dead stud on, huh, Eiri?”

Yuki downed another beer and fell over on his face. Where the fuck was Tatsuha?

~*~

“What in the world are you two wearing?” Shuichi asked, doing his best not to fall over in a fit of laughter.

“This was all K’s idea.” Hiro told him, still feeling really turned on by the skin to skin contact. “But, I do have nice coconuts, huh, Shu?”

Shuichi nodded his head, snickering. The two of them looked like sexy idiots.

K had a muscular arm wrapped around Hiro’s shoulders, holding him close against his naked chest. He had a gun in one hand just in case any of the park personal got any horny thoughts.

“Come on,” K said, pulling on the redhead. “Let’s go on the Jungle Boat.”

Hiro nodded his head, letting the blond lead him off. He could not wait to trap him in his vines. He wanted to hear K scream his name like he screamed his.

Shuichi watched the two of them walk off, jumping when K fired at a clown who was selling balloons. Apparently the guy had stepped to close to the blonds’ pretty. It made him smile.

He turned around, wondering where Ryuichi had gotten off to. He had bounced off with Kumagoro on his head.

He walked over and took a seat at a table that was under a big yellow umbrella. He could not help but to admire the pendant that Ryuichi had given him. It was a pretty shiny Kumagoro with lots of jewels.

He leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. There was still a ton of rides to go on and lots of yummy-yums to munch.

“Hey, Shuichi!” He heard Ryuichi call out and opened his eyes to see him racing over to the table with a big plate. “I got us something yummy.”

It looked like some kind of an odd cake that had been deep fried and covered with powdered sugar. He tried a small piece and fell head over heels in love with it. He had to have more.

Ryuichi laughed and Shuichi smiled. The two of them had sugar all over their lips, noses, and chins.

“Oh, I wanna go on that.” Ryuichi said, pointing upwards with his finger, licking his lips.

Shuichi followed his finger and nodded his head. It was really hot out and he was n the mood to have some wet fun.

He watched Ryuichi put Kumagoro in his plastic bubble and was now wearing him like a pouch. It looked really cute.

“Come on,” he said, putting an arm around Shuichi’s shoulders. “Let’s go and get soaking wet.”

Shuichi laughed.

~*~

Tatsuha was watching all of this cuteness from a very convenient distance, gritting his teeth with a deep sense of rage. All of this sweetness was starting to give him cavities and that only pissed him off more.

He hated dentists. He hated needles even more than he hated dentists. There would be no getting cavities.

Oh, that was the lemon that squeezed its juice in his eye. Shuichi Shindou had to die.

Suddenly his cell phone began to make a chirping sound. Apparently he had a voicemail to suffer through.

It was probably some bitch needing him for a funeral or some yen digging slut needing him for a wedding. Why couldn’t these whores just leave him the fuck alone? All he wanted to do was jump Ryuichi’s bones. Now, seriously, was that asking for too much?

“Um, excuse me, young man.” A voice said, bitch slapping him back into a little world called reality. “I don’t think the Dancing Lobsters were scheduled for today.”

Tatsuha blinked. He had totally forgotten about being in costume. That would explain why he was sweating like a mother.

Damn, it sure was hot!

“You really shouldn’t be out in the hot sun like this with that on.” The security guard told him, walking away. “You could have a heatstroke, or worse, you could dehydrate.”

Tatsuha scratched the back of his head with a big red pincer, giggling up a storm. That guard was SO cute!

No! Shuichi Shindou must die! Ryuichi is my honey-bunny!

He quickly scuttled off. He was going to make that wicked pink haired slut suffer for daring to steal his Ryuichi.

“He’ll be dead, dead, dead!” He howled with evil laughter, hopping over a fence. “And Ryuichi will find comfort in my waiting arms.”

No! That would mean Ryuichi will cry! How could you? You’re so mean!

“SHUT UP!” He yelled at the voice in his head. “RYUICHI IS MINE! I WAS SPAWNED TO BE WITH HIM!”

“Um, excuse me, Sir.” A voice said from out of the blue. “But, do you need some help?”

Tatsuha looked around, realizing that he had not jumped the fence, but was caught on it, dangling like a lobster on a hook. Oh, this was so embarrassing. He could just die!

“I BLAME GOD!” He cried, having waterfalls to spill from his eyes. “WHY CAN’T I JUST BE HAPPY?”

The guard looked a little flustered. “Jesus kid, have you ever heard of Riddlin?”

Tatsuha’s nostrils flared.

“I’M NOT A KID!” He yelled, struggling to get loose. “I’M SIXTEEN!”

“Ah,” the guard smiled, scratching his left cheek with his index finger. “That would explain everything.”

“BUDDHA DELUX CURRY SPECIAL!” Tatsuha shrieked, fist connecting to the guy’s face.

The guard looked stunned and fell over backwards with a thud. He was out cold.

Tatsuha pulled on the zipper, falling out of the suit, landing flat on his face in the grass. He felt like crying, so, he did.

He was going to kick Shuichi so hard in the nuts that they were going to fly out of his mouth. Oh, he cackled with wicked glee.

~*~

Shuichi was soaking wet and laughing. They had gone on Dunk&Splash ten times. It had been a screaming blast.

“What does Shuichi want to do now?” Ryuichi asked, peeling off his wet shirt, revealing his glorious upper body that looked good enough to devour.

Shuichi froze in his tracks, gawking at him like a fish out of water. The legend singer was so tan and very yummy looking. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off him.

“What is it?’ Ryuichi asked, looking at him. “Is something wrong?”

Shuichi shook his head. No, nothing was wrong. He just couldn’t seem to breathe or make his legs do his bidding. His brain was too busy drooling and so was a lower part, too.

Ryuichi stepped closer, causing Shuichi to nearly swoon. God’s he smelled so fucking good.

“Ryu?” He asked. His voice was trembling and he put a pale white hand on that golden flesh. “I, uh, I mean…oh, god.”

Ryuichi cocked his head to the side, smirking like a wolf in a bunny’s clothing. “What is it, Shuichi?”

Shuichi suddenly stepped closer, cupping the legend singer in the palm of his hand. Deep blue eyes widened in surprise, glazing over with a creamy want.

Shuichi rubbed his front, feeling the older man grow hard under his touch. He put his mouth to Ryuichi’s and found that he was being smothered with a lava hot kiss.

It felt as though his mind was being scorched away. It was like his brain was on fire and every thought was in flames. He wanted to burn and melt into Ryuichi’s embrace forever and ever.

He closed his eyes, allowing Ryuichi to plant his kisses along his smooth pale neckline. His skin felt as though it were going to melt off.

“Please,” Shuichi begged, squeezing that which was now his. “Please, don’t ever let me feel the cold again.”

Ryuichi moaned, smiling into those shining amethyst jewels. He kissed those ruby red lips, sealing the promise.

~*~

Tatsuha put both hands over his mouth to muffle his screams of rage. That little pink haired whore dared to kiss his Ryuichi and fondle his scared key both at the same time?

IT WAS BLASPHEMY!

“HE MUST DIE!” He cried, pulling out a dangerous looking spoon from his pocket that he just remembered he had. “I’LL SPOON OUT HIS HEART AND MAkE MYSELF A YUMMY STEW!”

“Put your hands up in the air and drop the spoon!” A loud voice yelled. “You’re under an arrest for carrying a concealed weapon without the matching Bento Box to go with it!”

Tatsuha gawked, dropping the spoon. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?”

K cocked his gun, aiming to fire for Lord.

“Hi, ya!” Hiro said, popping up from out of a burning bush. “You best surrender if you know what’s physically healthy, Tatty.”

“NEVER! NOT EVER!” Tatsuha cried, throwing a dozen napalms for Jesus.

TBC…

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