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 has been ordered to rest after accidentally overdosing.
Warning: M/M, romance, angst, OOC-ness, language, Shuichi/Eiri, implied Eiri/oc, implied Shuichi/oc
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A/N: Thank you to ferler, fahaar, lilgurlanima, sun‘s and stars, Acherona, Kaoru Sayuri Kamiya for your constant reviews every week. I always love hearing from you guys. Thank you!

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Chapter 22: We Shall Meet Again

One Week Later

The bed was really high, like a bazillion times higher than her own, so climbing onto it was very hard, but she did it. She was very proud of herself. Usually, she had to have one of her daddies help her. Not anymore though because she was a big girl now. On hands and knees, she crawled across the bed towards the lump buried under the covers. Sitting back with her legs folded beneath her, she reached out and shook the huddled form. “Daddy,” she called softly. “Daddy.”

She squeaked as arms grabbed her from behind and pulled her off the bed and away from her daddy.

“What are you doing?”

She tipped her head back. “Hi, Papa,” she greeted.

“Hi, Sayo.” Eiri set his daughter on the floor. She turned around to face him as he knelt before her. “What did we talk about?” he asked her, keeping his voice low. “You cannot bother Daddy. He needs to rest, okay?”

Sayo pouted. “But-!”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Eiri turned her around and gave her a little shove towards the door. “Go play.” From his crouched position, he watched as his daughter raced out of the bedroom and into the living room where Sesame Street was just coming on. He then turned to look at his husband who was sound asleep with his back to him.

One week.

It has been seven days since he thought he lost his whole world.

Standing up, he crossed to the bed and eased down onto the mattress gently. He reached out and ran his fingers through the tuft of soft pink locks sticking out from under the blankets.

Not much surprised him anymore when it came to Shuichi. Not much could. At first, he had been stymied by the continual stupidity his partner of five years managed to surround himself with almost on a daily basis. What at first had been a rarity was so commonplace now that it rarely fazed him anymore. He had to admit though that this took the cake. Never would he have guessed that Shuichi, his Shuichi mind you, would do something this idiotic.

“Wait. Wait.”

He had known the brat was doing too much. He had warned him numerous times. Of course, in typical baka fashion, the pink haired, purple-eyed demon ignored his warnings, claiming he could handle it. Yeah. Right. Next time, he would skip the warnings, go straight for the threat, and then beat Shuichi’s ass black and blue if he disobeyed him again.

“He overdosed?”

“Yes, sir, Uesugi-san.” Dr. Takata’s voice echoed in his mind. “It seems he ingested fifty milligrams of dextroamphetamine instead of the five he was prescribed.”

Dextroamphetamine. From what he has been able to learn, it was a psychostimulant that increased wakefulness and focus while decreasing one’s appetite. It was not really a very smart move when one was up for over forty hours straight. The medication that Shuichi’s primary care physician prescribed for him several weeks ago was an upper, a narcotic he had legal access to all because the damn brat had piled his plate so high that he needed more hours in the day in order to shovel his way to the bottom of the pile. He swore by all that was holy that by the time he was through with Shuichi, the brat was going to wish they had left him to die there on the dining room floor instead of pumping his stomach. Shuichi was lucky the drugs had not interacted badly with the other medication he was taking. What had Shuichi’s doctor been thinking anyway? The guy should have known better.

Brat. Both of them.

Now Shuichi was on a forced sabbatical. Doctor’s orders. Even if Dr. Takata had not ordered Shuichi on bed rest for two to three months, Eiri knew he would have done it himself, screw the consequences. The last thing either of them needed was for Shuichi to work himself into a hospital bed. Again. Or worse. Meaning, Shuichi was not allowed to work on his clothing line or his cologne. He could not do any recording for Bad Luck’s new CD or for the soundtrack to “next summer’s blockbuster thriller”. The cameo in the movie itself and the anime from TV Tokyo had to be shelved for the time being. To say that many people were pissed at Shuichi for this latest inconvenience would be an understatement. While Shuichi was worried about letting so many people down, Eiri could care less what people thought. Shuichi was going to obey the doctor’s orders even if it meant being chained to the bed.

Damn brat.

“Brat,” he called.

The lump stirred and emitted a muffled noise.

“I’m going to be taking Sayo to the park.”

Shuichi flipped onto his back and tossed the covers off his head.

“How’re you feeling?”

Shuichi shrugged.

He certainly looked better, Eiri decided. “You need anything?”

Shuichi shook his head.

“’Kay. Rest,” Eiri ordered. He placed a chaste kiss on his partner’s forehead. “Hear me?”

Shuichi rolled his eyes.

“Brat.”

Shuichi snickered.

Eiri rolled off the bed and with one last glance at Shuichi, went in search of their daughter and whatever destructive mayhem she was causing.

Shuichi’s grin slipped as he watched Eiri disappear out the door. With a sigh, he folded his arms across his forehead. Frowning, he held out his hands before him. They were shaking. Clenching his hands into fists, he stared up at the ceiling.

Idiot.

It was not as if he set out to deliberately overdose on those pills Dr. Koto prescribed to help him stay awake for longer periods. It had been an accident. He was not suicidal. Just the opposite in fact. He had so much to live for. He had just been on his feet working for over forty hours straight and as the affects of the pills wore off, the exhaustion had taken over. He had just been so tired that he had not been thinking straight. His mind had shut down. Even though he had longed for his bed and the inside of his eyelids, Sayo could not go unsupervised. Who knows what kind of mischief she would get herself into? It was not as if he could have woken Eiri up either. The blond writer was cranky as all hell in the morning and would more likely than not kick his ass in for disturbing him before rolling back over and falling back asleep. It did not matter that Shuichi had been up all night and that he had been practically asleep on his feet. He had said as much to Eiri when his husband yelled at him after he had been allowed to see him after his stomach had been pumped.

He had had no other choice. Until Eiri decided to grace them with his presence, he had to keep an eye on their daughter.

Who knows what could have happened had he ingested a couple more milligrams.

The first tears of the day slipped down his face only to be swallowed by his pillow.

Idiot.

Idiot.

Idiot.

There was no way he would ever be able to forgive himself. Accident or not. To do such an asinine thing and in front of their daughter no less was an unforgivable sin. Right now, she was so young that she did not fully understand what had transpired the week prior and in another few years, she would not even remember finding her daddy passed out under the dining table, but he would. He would remember what did and what could have happened for the rest of his life.

What was more, now because he was being forced to take it easy for practically ever, everybody that had been counting on him was being let down. It was not like he and the guys had been on the best of terms in the first place. Now their relationship was teetering on the edge. Anything could send it crashing over.

Curling onto his side, Shuichi sobbed quietly.

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It felt like he had just fallen asleep when he was jolted back awake.

Shuichi stared blankly at the closed closet door. He blinked long and slow. His eyes grew heavy. Unable to keep his weighty lids open, they slid shut over achy eyes. Sleep descended over him. Just as quickly as it grabbed him in its clutches, sleep beat a hasty retreat once again.

Rolling onto his back, Shuichi listened. Quiet. Too quiet. Eiri and Sayo must still be at the park. Knowing Eiri, he probably stopped by the bookstore and then the pastry shop along the way and then allowed their daughter into talking him into buying her an ice cream, Shuichi decided. And Eiri called him predictable.

Then he heard it. Someone was at the door. Weird. Naoki-kun and Akizuka-kun always called up to let them know they had a package or a visitor. If Maiko, his parents or Tatsuha or someone stopped by, they had to be buzzed into the building either by someone at the front desk like Naoki-kun or by either himself or Eiri. If Naoki-kun did buzz a visitor in for them then he would call ahead to let them know. Maybe it was one of the neighbors. They always seemed to have some excuse to visit. Wonder why?

His hands trembling, Shuichi tossed aside the layers of blankets and sat up. The world swayed and a bout of nausea rolled through him. He groaned and waited for it to pass. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he slipped his feet into his slippers. He padded around the bed and grabbed the robe off the back of the bedroom door. It turned out to be Eiri’s, meaning it was about three times too large and smelled like cigarette smoke.

The knock sounded again.

Shuichi shuffled around the dining table and passed the sideboard that Eiri finally moved out of the foyer. Unfortunately, an antique traditional step tansu had taken its place. At least this time Eiri did not pay an arm and a leg for it. He actually purchased it for a steal and he had his drop dead gorgeous lover who had flirted with the sales clerk to thank for it.

Shuichi turned the dead bolt. The tumblers shifted loudly. When the door swung open, he went still. “Y-Yoshi?”

“Hey, Shuichi,” Yoshio Nakamura greeted sheepishly.

---TBC---

Preview: “We Are Being Forced To Say Goodbye”

A/N: And he is back. Yoshio has a lot of nerve showing his face again, huh? But he had a reason. What is it? You will just have to wait and see. LOL!