Kin no Shuichi

Kin no Shuichi
Written by: Chochowilliams
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Summary: Shuichi and Eiri are working things out after a mistake on both of their parts nearly ended their five year relationship. But what about Bad Luck? What does the future hold for them?
Chapter Summary: Shuichi and Eiri throw around names for Shuichi’s new cologne.
Warning: M/M, romance, angst, OOC-ness, language, Shuichi/Eiri, implied Eiri/oc, implied Shuichi/oc
Insert: Section from “Lorcán’s Secret”
A/N: Thank you to Kaoru Sayuri Kamiya, Acherona, tinlizzie81592, sun’s and stars, secret hidden within me, Hanamaru for taking the extra second to review. I always love hearing from you guys. Just saying that you liked the chapter is more than enough.

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Chapter 16: Lover

“Goddammit,” Alex snapped. “You were there! You saw she was pregnant! You saw what was going on! You knew what was happening! And yet you did nothing and now Anna’s gone!” His voice cracked as the harshness of reality gripped his heart. Tears flooded his face. He was just glad that his stepdaughter Ve had been able to perform an emergency C-section to save the triplets before something happened to them as well. If he would have lost them as well, he was not sure what he would have done.

Rionya went still. “What do you mean, gone?”

Alex impatiently swept at the tears as they flowed down his face. “What the hell did you do to her?” By Ve’s best guess, it had been some sort of illusionment spell that caused Anna’s death, but she could not be entirely sure.

Rionya slumped down onto the bed and dropped her head in her hands, defeated and tired. “I tried,” she muttered. “I didn’t want anything to do with their stupid plan, but I didn’t have a choice.”

Taking a knee before his mother, Alex held her hands gently within his. He searched her face. “Why’re they doing this?” he asked her in a low beseeching voice. “I know you know what they’re doing is wrong! They’ve become corrupt! You know it! I know you do!”

Tearing her gaze away from her son’s, Rionya shook her head. With tears staining her cheeks, she whispered softly, “I’m sorry, Alex. Really I am. You’re right. You are right,” she echoed with a laugh that sounded anything but happy. “Everything they’ve done has been illegal.” She pried a hand out of Alex’s grip and brushed away her tears. “Everything they’ve done since that day in that park, but there’s nothing I can do. I’m sorry.”

Aghast, Rionya’s hands slid out of her son’s loosened grip. He searched her face meticulously. “Mother…”

Suddenly, she stood up, pushing him aside none too gently. Her tears dried as she fixed herself. “You’d better leave,” she told the younger man, who lay sprawled on the floor. “Your father has a warrant out for your arrest.”

Alex jumped to his feet. “What?!”

Rionya produced a hair tie out of thin air and turning around tied her long hair back. “I’m sorry, David Alexander,” she told him, not a thread of warmth in her voice anymore. “I wish I could help you. For that, I am sorry.” She turned her back on her baby boy and started for the door.

Alex’s hands curled into fists. “…So am I, Mother. So, am I,” he whispered (1).

Eiri milled over his latest…what was it? A story? Well, yes, but it was so much more than that. Novel? Nope. Still sounded wrong. It was closer than just calling it a “story”. No. This latest work of his was fast becoming an epic. And not an ordinary one at that. For this story, Eiri Yuki was stepping out of his comfort level and delving into unchartered territory. Shuichi was always telling him that he thought it was ironic for someone who was such an unromantic person to be a best-selling romance author. And truthfully, Eiri was getting sick and tired of the monotony and redundancy of writing about love affairs between the uptown girl and the boy from across the tracks. The Romeo and Juliet theme was getting old. Time for a change. As a singer, Shuichi could sympathize with his plight and supported his foray into the fantasy genre. He had to admit though, that his epic novel just might be a tad confusing, since it jumped back and forth in time and just when you thought you knew what was going on…BAM! The rug was pulled out from underneath you. He would have to see what Mizuki thought of it. If she didn’t much care for it, tough. Shuichi loved what little he had read so far and that was all that mattered.

Speaking of the brat, the other day Shuichi suggested that he write a yaoi novel. At the time, he told Shuichi to go to hell. That was never going to happen. Just because he was having a love affair with a man did not mean that he had to become the smut king. But now he was not so sure. Would it so bad? It was not as if he was lacking in male-on-male knowledge. Besides, it would make Shuichi happy.

“Oh! Eiri.”

His husband’s voice dragged him out of his thoughts. “What?”

“You know who called earlier?” Shuichi danced into the living room.

“Who?”

“Hideyuki.”

His manuscript forgotten, Eiri marked his place. “Who?” he asked suspiciously.

Shuichi rolled his eyes at Eiri’s tone. “The guy I’m working with on my cologne?”

“Oh,” Eiri commented in a suddenly bored tone. The guy was a total fairy. As in full blown, way out there. And he apparently had a major crush on Shuichi, but would not dare make a move for fear of winding up on life support like Yoshio Nakamura almost did. The man was frightened as hell of Eiri. Or more accurately, what Eiri would do to him. According to Shuichi anyway. Not that Eiri could blame the man. Basically, that made Hideyuki Asotake less a threat than a worm on the sidewalk. “And?”

“Apparently the samples came in.”

“Hm. That was fast.” Eiri picked up the manuscript from his lap and tossed it lightly onto the coffee table.

“I’m still not sure what to call it.”

A sly grin crept onto Eiri’s face. “How ‘bout Baka?”

“Ha. Ha,” Shuichi commented dryly.

“I think it has a nice ring to it,” Eiri snickered.

“Yeah. You would.”

Still laughing, Eiri suggested, “There’s always, ‘Kusogaki’.”

Shuichi rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” His lips twitched.

His eyes shining in amusement, Eiri asked, “Or would you prefer, ‘Yaro’?”

Heaving a sigh, Shuichi flopped down onto the sofa. He started to cross his arms, but a sharp pain that shot up his arm halted the movement. “Not helping, Eiri,” he said once the pain subsided.

Eiri gave Shuichi a sharp look, but said nothing. Instead, he continued with the teasing. “Oh! How about this? ‘Sonna koto ga aru monoka’?”

“What kind of name is that?”

“Hey, I think it’s perfect.”

“How?”

“Easy. I find it ‘impossible’ that someone would dare move onto property that has not yet been vacated.”

Shuichi’s face burned hotly at the implied meaning. “Ei~ri!” Jeeze, he was such a pervert.

Eiri chuckled.

Shuichi stared down at his bare feet against the wood floor. “But ya know,” he said, “he may have trespassed onto private property, but he did pay the price for his audacity.”

He could not believe Shuichi knew such a big word. “Got that right,” Eiri agreed. “He should’ve read the fine print.”

“What?” Shuichi raised his head and gave Eiri a confused look.

“Trespassers will be shot on sight,” Eiri explained with a straight face.

“Ei~ri,” Shuichi cried. By this time, he was sure his face would remain permanently beet red. He slapped his hands over his burning face and slumped down on the sofa.

Eiri laughed. Other than having sex with Shuichi, this was the most fun he had in a long time.

“…You know,” Shuichi mumbled from behind his hands.

“Huh?”

“You really did nearly kill him.”

The mood was instantaneously broken. Eiri growled. “Next time I will.” Nobody gets away with touching what belongs to him.

“Eiri!” Shuichi was aghast, thought really he was not surprised. Eiri did beat the crap out of Maa-kun once before in order to find out whom Taki Aizawa was. And they had not even been together very long at that point. Shuichi slid to the edge of the sofa. “You’re lucky he didn’t press charges! You could’ve been arrested for attempted murder!”

“True.” Eiri scratched his cheek.

“You still could be!”

“Not likely.”

“How can you be so sure?” Shuichi demanded.

“Because he knows.”

“Knows what?”

“That it’d be his head on the line.”

“What?”

Eiri shook his head. “Never mind. Just know that we have nothing to worry about.”

Shuichi still did not like it.

“’Suki Dayo’,” Eiri spoke into the silence.

Shuichi blinked. A look of wonder crossed his face. “Eiri.”

“For your cologne.”

“Oh.” He felt suddenly let down that Eiri had not been saying those words to him. Though he should have known better.

“’Tikaimasu’.”

“Promise what?” Not that Shuichi cared. He was too bummed.

“To kick the ass of anyone who even thinks he has a chance of stealing you from me.”

Shuichi blushed.

Eiri smirked. He loved the reactions he could get out of his baka.

“…I could always…”

“Hm?”

“I could always call it…’Lover’,” Shuichi suggested shyly.

A pinkish tint colored Eiri’s cheeks. He wished he had a cigarette right about now.

“Dada!”

Their daughter’s voice shattered the moment as she pushed through the door and stepped into the living room. Her long, blond hair was matted on one side and mused on the other.

“What’s up baby?’ Eiri asked the nearly two-year old.

“Did you have a good nap?” Shuichi asked.

Rubbing her eye with a tiny fist, Sayo nodded. “Potty.”

“Alright,” Eiri said. “C’mon.”

Sayo made a beeline to the door she just came through with Eiri right behind her. Shuichi hopped off the sofa and followed them.

“What you tell the guys?” Eiri asked over his shoulder as the two of them entered the bathroom.

“Help,” Sayo called.

Eiri knelt before his daughter and undid her pants. She pulled them down all by herself and sat upon her toilet.

“Bout what?” Shuichi asked.

Eiri indicated his arm in its thick cast.

“Oh, uhm.” Shuichi turned red. “I said that I was down in the gym trying out that hip-hop abs thingy and uh, tripped.”

Eiri rolled his eyes. The sad part was that really was something Shuichi would do.

“Done!” Sayo announced.

“Okay.” Shuichi pushed away from the sink and after wiping her, helped her pull her pants back on. On her own, she raced to the sink and stepping onto her stool, washed her hands. “Are you hungry? You slept through lunch.”

“Yeah!”

“Alright. C’mon shrimp.” Eiri pushed her towards the door.

Sayo raced down the hall and vanished through the door at the end into the living room.

Eiri started to follow, but stopped when he heard snuffling behind him. He rolled his eyes when he turned around and saw Shuichi crying. “Oh, for heaven’s sake,” he muttered. “What’re you crying for?”

“She’s growing up so fast,” Shuichi sobbed.

Eiri sighed. “I changed my mind,” he said turning from the sight and exiting the bathroom. “I think ‘Baka’ is a perfect name for your cologne.”

“Hey!”

Eiri chuckled.

“Dada,” Sayo called. “Hungry!”

---TBC---

1. Taken from, “Lorcán’s Secret”, part 7 of my original story.

Preview: “Sai-ai no”

A/N: What did you think? I think this is one of my favorite chapters. The interaction between Shuichi and Eiri is great. What about the section from my original work at the beginning? The only ones who’ve read it are my dad and my sister Amber and they both loved it, but family saying they like it is one thing. Tell me the truth. When it’s finished, I want to try to get it published.