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Unlocking My Love	By : JadeHeart Category: Gravitation > Yaoi - Male/Male > Yuki/Shuichi Views: 7676 -:- Recommendations : 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 List
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Title: Unlocking My Love

Author: JadeHeart

Fandom: Gravitation

Warnings: some bad language, implied sexual acts

Author’s Note: If some people are confused with the previous chapter numbers, don’t be concerned. Chapter 27 was originally split into parts A and B as it was so long and couldn’t be posted as one on some sites. However, on other sites it could be. So to keep some consistency as sites would automatically number chapters I’ve made Chapter 27B as Chapter 28 now. I hope you enjoy this next instalment!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the concept of the story, apart from Jim Harris and Annette; they belong to the creator of ‘Gravitation’ and I make no profit from this.

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Chapter 29

Shuichi sat at the table, absently chewing on a straw. This room was set aside exclusively so Bad Luck and their entourage could have breakfast in peace at the hotel, far from prying eyes. It was large and silent at this point, although some remnants of previous diners were evident, awaiting to be cleared. Only a dull murmur from beyond the door and walls indicated the presence of other hotel patrons indulging in their morning respite.

He had come down earlier than normal, not that he was particularly tardy in the mornings – K saw to that. However, he was even earlier than normal today and had managed to avoid the usual traumatic encounter with their eccentric manager. He could have stayed in bed with a clear conscience as they had a later start today being the morning after their first concert but his tumbling thoughts had driven him from the warm bed.

He stared vacantly into space, eyes focused on nothing. He hadn’t slept particularly well. No, that wasn’t quite true. When he had first returned he had fallen asleep almost immediately and slept like a log for a few hours, exhausted emotionally and physically. What had eventually awoken him so early were dreams. No, not dreams – memories. Of Yuki.

He felt his face flush and groaned, letting his head drop backwards so he now stared at the white ceiling. His eyes noted the small brown stain in one corner, obviously from some water damage at some point. Everything about yesterday was a dizzying blur; the excitement of the concert, the euphoria of the music, and after – after, the bliss of his time with Yuki. Even now he could hardly believe he had done that.

With another heartfelt groan he now dropped his head into his folded arms on the table top to hide his burning face although there was no-one to see. His thoughts were enough to embarrass himself!

How could he have done that? No, stupid question, he chided himself. He had known exactly what he was doing. His head had been perfectly clear. He had been so caught up in his emotional high from the concert all caution and inhibitions simply flew away. He had wanted to do that. But he couldn’t help but wonder, if in other circumstances, would he have done it? Had he just let himself get carried away with the whole thing and gone with the flow? And how could he face Yuki after that?

He could still feel the warmth of Yuki’s skin; the smoothness of his stomach, the touch of long fingers threaded in his hair. Echoing in his ears was Yuki’s low moan, the sharp intake of breath, the short breathy gasps, and that last long drawn out sigh as he shuddered under Shuichi’s touch.

The heat from Shuichi’s flushed face had by this time permeated through his entire body. Oh, yes, he had known what he was doing. Only too well it would seem. He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, feeling it brush across his bare arm encircling his head.

Although he had accepted some time ago that he had been in a relationship, and an intimate one at that, with Yuki, their contact had only been kisses and small touches till now. He hadn’t even had to think too hard about what he did last night; his body had moved on its own, guided by deep seated memories. So what happened now? Where did this lead them?

Hiro stepped though the door and paused, seeing Shuichi slumped on the table in the empty room.

“Hey,” he called out, stepping inside, Suguru close on his heels. “You’re up earlier than I thought.”

He made his way directly towards the enticing smell of coffee on the sideboard.

“Good morning,” Suguru absently said politely, his focus on the food already though this didn’t make him forget his manners.

One of Shuichi’s hands rose and waved acknowledgement at them in a lack lustre manner though he didn’t say anything with his head still buried face down on the table.

“Had breakfast?” Hiro asked, taking a chair and cradling the cup of steaming coffee he had poured.

The hand waved up and down as though nodding which Hiro took as a yes.

“So,” he said, as the silence stretched. “Did you sleep okay?”

This time Shuichi’s hand movement vacillated from side to side, as though indicating uncertainty.

“So-so?” Hiro hazarded.

“So is Shuichi practicing semaphore now?” Suguru questioned, as he seated himself, one eyebrow raised quizzically as he eyed his bandmate. Hiro just grinned at him before turning his attention back to Shuichi.

“I must admit I was surprised to see you back so soon,” Hiro commented. “Thought you would have stayed the night with Yuki.”

The hand made frantic waving motions in the air above Shuichi’s head as Hiro looked on in amusement. Suguru had continued to watch this by-play as he ate and glanced back to Hiro.

“Takes on a whole new meaning to the phrase, ‘talk to the hand’, don’t you think?’ he said.

“Yep!” Hiro agreed with a grin.

Shuichi’s hand moved and gave him ‘the finger’ and he burst out laughing. If Shuichi was acting this weird then something must have happened but it wasn’t all bad. He caught Suguru’s eye again who just shrugged and returned to his food.

“Come on, Shu. Spill the beans,” Hiro teased.

Again the hand waved emphatically what could only be a ‘no’.

“Aw, Shu-i-ch-i,” Hiro wheedled insincerely.

This time the finger of the hand closed until only the index finger was straight and it waggled scoldingly at him.

Hiro chuckled. He hadn’t thought Shu would give in to his false begging.

“Fine,” he said, “But you know you can’t keep a secret to save your life!”

Finally Shuichi lifted his head so his chin rested on his other arm and glared at Hiro.

“Perhaps I’ve gotten better at it!” he growled.

“Maybe,” Hiro acceded, setting his cup down and standing, “but you better be sure there’s no hickies left in places that can be seen.”

“There aren’t!”

“Hickies? Or not in places they can be seen?”

“Either!” Shu scowled at him.

“Pity. What’s taking you so long?” Hiro went and poured himself another cup of coffee.

“Why are you so accepting of this all of a sudden?” Shuichi questioned him, a serious look on his face.

Hiro smiled at his friend. “It’s not like it’s something new,” he reminded Shuichi. “You two were together before so there’s not much point me getting all angsty about it all over again. Been there, done that, as they say.”

“I guess,” Shuichi acknowledged, now lifting his head further to lean his cheek into the palm of his other hand, elbow on table, staring absently off to the side.

“It would probably just be better for you both to just get on with it,” Suguru suddenly said.

“What?” Shuichi focussed back on the occupants of the room.

“”Sex,” Suguru said bluntly.

Shuichi’s face went bright red. “How… how…” he spluttered.

Suguru looked at his flustered friend and straight-faced said, “I think you are more than aware of the mechanics of ‘how’,” he said, taking a sip of miso soup. “However, if you have forgotten that also I’ll loan you some books to read up.”

Shuichi’s face just reddened further, so much so that Hiro wondered if his friend was about to truly have a seizure of some sort.

“How can you just say that?!” Shuichi finally exploded, both hands clenched in fists and crashing to the table top, sending the dining utensils clattering.

Suguru looked at him calmly, nonplussed. “As Hiro said, it’s not like it’s new to either of you and this tiptoeing around is becoming annoying.” He frowned at his friend.

“Well, what if I don’t want to!” Shuichi stammered out.

“Oh, please!” Suguru said, taking another mouthful of food. “You two have so many suppressed pheromones oozing out when you’re around each other it’s surprising you don’t burst!”

“Suguru’s right,” Hiro interrupted now, grinning. “You can deny it all you like but it’s the truth, isn’t it?”

Shuichi looked at his two friends and then sighed loudly, dropping his head back onto the table top. Both hands rose over his head in a gesture of surrender. Hiro chuckled whilst Suguru snorted in half amusement.

“Don’t stress,” Hiro reassured Shuichi. He walked across and ruffled his friend’s hair, still damp from the shower. “You’re doing fine. You don’t have to push yourself.”

“That’s what Yuki said too,” Hiro heard Shuichi mumble.

“So he’s doing okay with things as well,” Hiro commented. “You know he’s there for you. He has been for a long time.”

“I know,” Shuichi’s muffled voice agreed. “I just don’t know what I should do.”

“Do what feels right,” Suguru put in firmly.

Shuichi glanced up over his folded arms to meet Suguru’s steady gaze.

“You can only do what is right for you,” Suguru continued, his eyes not shifting from Shuichi’s. “Everything you do shows that Yuki is important to you and that you do want to be with him. Nothing’s been able to break you two apart completely. However, you have changed. You both have. So it’s up to you to rebuild the life you want from here. But,” and now he frowned and Shuichi could see the hint of worry there. “it won’t happen if you don’t try. If you’re too scared to move forward you won’t accomplish anything. Don’t think it will happen on its own, it’s up to you to make it work. Move on, move forward, and choose how your want your future to be with Yuki.”

“Suguru,” Shuichi whispered, eyes tearing up a little.

Hiro’s hand gently ruffled his hair again and he looked up to meet his old friend’s loving gaze and warm smile.

“You know we’re both here for you and we’ll support you so don’t think you’re on your own. It might be scary but you don’t achieve anything if you get too scared to try, right?” Hiro then glanced at his watch and grimaced. “Well, we’d better get organised to head back to the stadium or we’ll be late.” He looked towards the door. “I’m surprised K’s not here to march us out at gunpoint. I can’t believe that he, of all people, actually slept in!”

Shuichi stood and pushed back his chair. “Probably found some other poor sucker to harass instead.”

“Most likely,” Suguru agreed, fastidiously wiping his mouth and stacking his plates.

“Well, today should be good!” Hiro said cheerfully, slapping Shuichi’s back as they made their way to the door. “We did great last night so Touma should be pretty pleased, right?”

Shuichi straightened his shoulders, eyes showing some of his usual enthusiasm and verve. “Yeah, we did good!” he agreed, smiling.

“That’s the spirit!”

Shuichi now had a bounce in his step and a broad smile on his face. “So let’s aim to be bigger and better than Nittle Grasper by the end of this gig!”

“That might be asking a bit too much,” Suguru stated practically.

“Maybe,” Shuichi said, grinning. “But you don’t know until you try! We can aim to be just as good!”

“Well,” Hiro said, smiling as his friend bounded out the door. “I don’t suppose there’s anything wrong with having a goal to aim for, is there?”

“I guess not,” Suguru agreed with him. “It can’t hurt, I suppose.”

Hiro glanced at his bandmate and although Suguru’s features were his usual calm he saw the glint of competitiveness in those clear eyes. Hiro grinned, feeling the building of excitement in his own chest at the thought of besting their creator. Yeah, why don’t they?

-o0o-

Tatsuha grunted as he placed the last box on top of the stack he had built there. He leant against it for a moment and wiped the sweat that had developed on his brow from his exertions. He had been going hard at it for a couple of hours already, helping out around the venue; shifting, moving, running errands. There always seemed to be a never ending list of things to do; and here he thought it would be easier once the concert started. He sneezed and rubbed his nose. Damn dust!

The soft strains of song reached his ears and he looked around. He knew that song, and that voice. Sure enough, in the distance, he could see Ryuichi, standing by one of the large speakers at the side of the stage. His head was leaning back and Tatsuha imagined he had his eyes closed though he couldn’t tell for certain at this distance.

Ryuichi wasn’t singing loudly, his usually powerful voice not filling stadium as Tatsuha knew he could effortlessly. He obviously wasn’t rehearsing for tonight’s show either. His powerful voice was muted, gently lilting through the air, the voice of an angel.

Tatsuha stood spellbound as always. He closed his eyes, letting the song wrap gently around him, feeling it caress his body, reaching down to the very bottom of his soul. It soothed him, calming him, and he let out a deep sigh feeling himself relax. He had been so up tight for so long he had forgotten what it had felt like to truly relax as he felt the tense muscles in his neck and shoulders begin to release.

Since arriving in New York he had barely spoken to Ryuichi, despite being near him all day, every day during his duties. Sure he was pretty busy, and his time was taken up doing any number of things. Being far down the pecking order, he was pretty much at the beck and call of anyone in the entourage but that was his job and what he had signed on for. Still, he could have found the time to talk to Ryuichi if he had wanted to. Why was he finding it so hard to even just say ‘hello’ now?

He still wasn’t sure why Tohma had invited him on this trip; if it was just for an extra pair of hands there were plenty of people he could have called on who would beg to have this opportunity. So why ask Tatsuha? His brother-in-law never did anything for nothing, although even Tatsuha had to admit that Tohma would do anything for family, sometimes in a very scary way.

He had often wondered what his sister had seen in Tohma. Sure he was good-looking, had money, and was famous. So money, wealth and looks were well and truly covered. But Mika had known Tohma before the money and fame and their relationship had already been strong. So all Tohma had had was his good looks and Mika was not one to have her head turned by such a thing. Perhaps even back then she had seen what Tohma could be. Would be. Tohma’s strongest supporter was, and had always been, his wife. Tatsuha envied their relationship, the way they supported each other without curbing their individual talents and dreams. It was a true balance of equals.

He was beginning to see a bit of that with his brother too. At the beginning of Eiri’s relationship with Shuichi it was very one-sided, with Shuichi chasing after his brother desperately, trying to be noticed and accepted. He hadn’t felt that it was a very healthy relationship back then but had accepted it was probably the best that Eiri could do, being the way he was. Then when Shuichi had disappeared and he had seen Eiri fall completely apart he had realised just how dependent his brother had been on Shuichi; it wasn’t just Shuichi’s need to be with Eiri. He didn’t think he could have that sort of all absorbing relationship; of literally living for the other person. If that was ‘love’ it was damn scary. Yet, since Shuichi came back he had begun to see them building a relationship that seemed far more stable and sincere. Seeing the two of them together they appeared to be more equals now. Tatsuha thought it was definitely for the best, for both of them for which he was very glad.

He grimaced to himself. It seemed that difficult relationships ran in his family. Mika and Tohma; Eiri and Shuichi; he and… Could he really claim to be in a ‘relationship’ with Ryuichi? Hardly. He covered his eyes with one hand, drawing darkness across them. What did he have with Ryuichi? That was the main reason he accepted Tohma’s offer to join this tour, despite his misgivings.

Yet since coming here he had done nothing. Trying to even think of speaking to Ryuichi made his throat close up. Before this he had never had any problem talking to Ryuichi. He would have thrown himself at the older man, babbling one hundred miles to the minute, trying to touch his idol. Now he couldn’t seem to find anything to say. He didn’t want to gush and carry on as he used to. He had seen how all the fans of Nittle Grasper and Ryuichi behaved since their arrival. He had known that Ryuichi had become famous here in the US, outside of Nittle Grasper, but he hadn’t truly appreciated just how popular he was. Western fans seemed far more extroverted as well, so forward and demanding. He had witnessed the fawning, the screaming, the admiring eyes, the naked lust and craving for their idol, all directed at Ryuichi. Suddenly it made him sick to the stomach to realise that is how he looked too.

And with that realisation, he hadn’t been able to speak a single word to Ryuichi again. He didn’t want to be just one of those many fans that blended into the milling crowd. He didn’t want to be saying the same things, screaming out Ryuichi’s name insanely. He didn’t want to see Ryuichi’s polite and professional smile broadcast to him just as it was to all the other fans, eyes not fixed on anyone, glancing past them all, all of them treated exactly the same. He wanted to be different, he wanted to mean something more to Ryuichi. He wanted to give Ryuichi something more than just idolisation.

Tatsuha dropped his hand and opened his eyes, focussing back on the softly singing man. It was then that he noticed Tohma sitting opposite Ryuichi, on the opposite side of the stage, blonde head bowed over the keyboard on his knees as his elegant fingers drew a delicate melody softly from the instrument to accompany his friend. Neither looked at each other, it would seem at a casual glance that they weren’t even aware of each other but nothing could be further from the truth. These two people were so in sync with each other, completely together in that moment.

Tatsuha felt a stab of envy. He had thought he was so lucky to be able to be with Ryuichi and see so much of him growing up, due to his family’s association with Tohma. He had gloated over his supposed preferential status, boasted he could call Ryuichi a ‘friend’. He had thought he was so special to be able to talk with Ryuichi, to be by his side. Until he realised that what he had was really nothing, and it was all as insubstantial as a dream, a false fantasy. Reality was what these two men had – Tohma and Ryuichi. Built not just on a mere number of years of contact but more deep meanings and feelings. Feelings Tatsuha could never share. But he wanted to – he wanted to have those types of special feelings with Ryuichi, be able to share such moment as these with him, moments that were only for the two of them.

Tatsuha felt a pang in his chest and grimaced. Yeah, right, he thought turning away. He was nothing but a brat in Ryuichi’s eyes, chasing after him, clinging to him. Ryuichi may act like a kid to most people but there was a maturity and depth there that was more than Tatsuha ever could have. It was all too easy to forget Ryuichi’s real age. Many times over the years Tatsuha had seen glimpses of emotions in Ryuichi’s eyes, emotions belying his seeming childlike persona. Tatsuha didn’t know what experiences could create such unknown emotions and part of him felt he didn’t want to know but he did want to be able to share those moments with Ryuichi. Be able to support him at those times when he seemed so frail that he might shatter. He wanted to be the one whose steadying hand and shoulder could comfort him, not Tohma. In short, he wanted to replace Tohma and be the most important person in Ryuichi’s life.

He wanted that but knew it was impossible. Ryuichi would never rely on him; a young, stupid guy, barely able to be called an adult. Someone who had frittered his life away just fooling around with no direction, always letting other people do stuff for him. What could he offer Ryuichi, an international megastar? The answer was nothing. He also wasn’t so naïve as to think he only wanted all this with pure intentions. His desires for Ryuichi hadn’t gone. He still wanted him, there was still lust. Ryuichi still lit a burning fire deep in the pit of his belly with just a look, a word, a touch. He still wanted to hold that slim body, caress that skin, kiss those sensuous lips. He still wanted Ryuichi but he also wanted to give Ryuichi something. Support, comfort, help, Tatsuha didn’t know what really. He could hardly articulate it himself to understand and that was what was tearing him up inside.

He sighed deeply, scrubbing a hand across his eyes, thankful that the gloves he was wearing soaked up any moisture present. He turned away, heading for the side exit, followed by the song. He should just face it, he thought gloomily. He had nothing to give Ryuichi. He may as well just give up. Soon the song faded from his hearing as he went back to work.

-o0o-

Tohma lifted his head, his fingers not ceasing their movement, and watched Tatsuha leave the hall. He had known full well that the young man had been silently watching them all this time. He closed his eyes again.

“So what will you do?” he said softly.

The song stopped as Ryuichi ceased singing.

Tohma looked up to see his friend gazing after Tatsuha also. “Nothing.”

“Perhaps you should,” Tohma answered.

Ryuichi pushed away from his position and walked across to stand before Tohma, hands in pockets.

“No,” he said, looking down at this friend. “I can’t. Otherwise this all would have been for nothing.”

“Do you think he can’t handle it?” Tohma was certain Tatsuha was more than able to accept Ryuichi’s strange behaviour in all its entirety. He had been around it from a young age so it was nothing new.

“Not that,” Ryuichi clarified.

“Then what? If things don’t work out Tatsuha could get through it fine.”

“I don’t think I could,” was Ryuichi’s startling answer.

Tohma’s head swung up in surprise, eyes wide, fingers stopping in mid bar. How… unexpected, Tohma thought, gazing up at his friend’s profile as he looked into the distance. The expression on his face was one that Tohma hadn’t seen for many, many years. Ah, he thought, a gentle smile touching his lips.

He placed the keyboard carefully on the floor and stood, brushing his trousers down fastidiously. “Well,” he said, drawing Ryuichi’s gaze back to him. “Sometimes you have to take a chance.”

Ryuichi slowly shook his head. “No,” he stated. “I don’t want to risk it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Not really,” Ryuichi admitted, turning away. He paused and looked over his shoulder at Tohma. “Don’t interfere, Tohma,” he warned. “You sometimes… take things too far.”

“Me?” Tohma said innocently, holding his hands out on either side, palms up with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Uh hu,” Ryuichi said, eyes narrowed.

Kumagoro suddenly appeared on his shoulder, facing Tohma. The two pink arms waved at him. “Behave or Kumagoro will get mad.”

“Okay,” Tohma agreed affably, walking toward his friend. He reached out and took one small pink paw and shook it solemnly. “I promise I won’t talk to Tatsuha about this.” He smiled warmly at Ryuichi. “Now let’s go teach those young hotshots in Bad Luck what being pop idols is really about!”

Ryuichi’s grin was broad, showing not a hint of the seriousness and sadness he had expressed before. “Kumagoro Attack!” he yelled, swatting Tohma over the head and turning to run, laughing, from the stage.

Tohma smiled fondly after him, absently rubbing the side of his temple where one hard button eye had struck him. “Ah, you are such a handful at times,” he said softly to himself. His narrowed for a moment. “I hope you know what you are doing.”

-o0o-

The second night of the concert came and went. Bad Luck had arrived around lunchtime, met by a beaming K at the back door.

“You’re right on time!” he praised them, reaching out to ruffle Shuichi’s hair. “Even our little prodigal son here! Well done, well done!”

Shuichi swatted his hand away, scowling. “What do you mean, ‘prodigal son’?” he snapped. Then aside he whispered urgently to Hiro, “What’s ‘prodigal’ mean?!”

“Don’t worry about it,” Hiro whispered back in assurance.

“Come on, come on,” K ushered them inside and down the corridors, one hand on both Shuichi’s and Suguru’s backs to push them along in front of him. “Your lord and master awaits you!”

“He means Tohma,” Suguru interpreted for Shuichi who was beginning to look panicky.

“Oh,” Shuichi let out a sigh of relief, then looked over his shoulder and frowned at K. “Why can’t you just talk like normal?”

“Normal?” K repeated, a glint in his eye. His hand left Suguru’s back only to suddenly brandish a sub-machine gun. He pulled the trigger and shot off some rounds towards the ceiling as Shuichi and Suguru clapped hands over their ears. “Is this more normal for you?!”

“You just had to say something, didn’t you?” Suguru said with a sigh, reaching up to brush the light dusting of plaster from his hair.

“Sorry,” Shuichi said in a small voice, doing the same.

“So let’s go!” K said happily, going back to pushing the two of them along the corridor.

Hiro had to walk briskly to keep up, not something he generally had to worry about with his longer legs. K was setting a much faster pace then normal and he couldn’t help but wonder why. Glancing quickly behind he had seen the extra security guards had fallen in silently behind as soon as they had entered the building, as well as their usual driver having been replaced by one of the black suite brigade, with a second one in the front passenger seat.

At this pace it didn’t take them long to reach the room set aside for large meetings. K practically threw Shuichi inside, with Suguru swiftly entering of his own free will to avoid the same treatment. As Hiro passed in front of K at the door he paused for a moment to speak. “Any progress?” he said under his breath, knowing that K would be the only one to hear.

“Not yet,” was the almost silent reply.

Hiro flicked his eyes to the side, without turning his head, to meet K’s clear gaze. “Don’t worry. I swear I won’t let anything happen to Shuichi.”

Hiro gave a sharp nod and stepped forward to take a seat at the table, already filling up with other personnel. He had to put his faith in K to keep Shuichi safe.

From that moment on Bad Luck’s time was filled with further meetings and discussions of the night before and changes for that evening’s concert, before rehearsals even began so the afternoon flew by and before they knew it evening was falling and the crowds were gathering.

Shuichi paced in dressing room, nervous energy crackling around him. His toned body had been bronzed, glitter sprinkled liberally, the vine tattoo seemed alive as it shifted with his every movement. He was itching to get out on stage, almost quivering like a hunting hound scenting the prey. He couldn’t wait to be in the centre of the stage, to feel the music filling the air. He only wished that Yuki could be here but it couldn’t be helped.

He hadn’t thought to even ask Yuki if he would be coming, he had kind of just assumed that he would be so it had been a bit of a shock when he had received a text during his first meeting from Yuki wishing him luck for tonight. He had wanted to reply immediately but the frown that Tohma directed to him as he had tried to hunch down and secretly do so under the table had sent a chill down his spine and he had put his phone away and returned his attention to the discussion. As soon as he had been able to he had responded and thus had learnt that Yuki had his own commitments that day consisting of a TV interview, a book signing, and then a special dinner.

Shuichi sighed. He had completely forgotten that Yuki was actually over here for business himself, not just to see Shuichi. In fact, Yuki had been here first so shouldn’t it be Shuichi chasing him instead of expecting him to be at his concerts every night? He sighed again. How selfish he was being. He had gotten used to Yuki spending so much time with him. He half wanted to ditch the concert and go find Yuki but it was only a half hearted thought. He knew it wasn’t practically. He had grown up a little from that behaviour. Still, the fact that he wouldn’t be seeing Yuki this day had bothered him a little.

Perhaps it had Yuki also because they began exchanging texts during the afternoon. Considering how much he knew Yuki disliked texting it was a colossal feat in itself how many he had sent. Shuichi kept re-reading those messages over and over, even now just before the show. It made him feel good to do so. He had at first been concerned that Yuki would try and say something about last night but there was nothing too suggestive about them thankfully. The closest was Yuki’s, ‘Thanks for last night. It was good. Hope you liked it to.’. He didn’t make the last a question but Shuichi still felt compelled to respond. He didn’t want Yuki thinking he had pressured him into it or something. His brief response had simply been, ‘Me too.’. Even sending that had made his cheeks burn for a moment. Still he felt better that he hadn’t tried to pretend he didn’t know what Yuki was talking about, or trying to brush it aside. He still didn’t know what he was going to do next, or what Yuki might expect of him but when they met again he knew he would find out.

“Ready to go?” Hiro said, sticking his head in the door, Suguru behind him.

Shuichi touched the necklace around his throat, fingers tracing the outline of key and heart. “You bet!”
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