Twisting Fate
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,550
Reviews:
22
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.
Interlude
Twisting Fate
Interlude
Reflections
Shuichi was silent as Tohma spoke to whoever was on the other end of the call. He watched the lights of the Tokyo skyline from Tohma's office. The blond had offered to take Shuichi back to the apartment for the night, but the singer had refused.
For his part, Shuichi was nervous. His mind was flooded with thoughts and feelings dating back to when Eiri had run away. Everything he had felt when he realized Eiri wasn’t coming back on his own pressed down on him.
Then there were the thoughts of his own escape. Dream or not, he could recall vividly everything he felt as he boarded that plane for LA. Now he was running away again. Perhaps he was not disappearing like the last time, but leaving Eiri of his own accord was not an easy thing to do.
After his confession at the restaurant Tohma had not asked him to explain further he reasoning behind wanting to leave. Shuichi was grateful, for he himself did not understand.
Maybe it was the stress catching up to him. Bad Luck was due to put out their new album soon and the world would know that he was alive and well again. (Exactly how Tohma had managed to keep it quiet in the first place was beyond him.) After the release they were supposed to go on a brief tour of six major cities in Japan.
As much as he would have liked to just blame it all on the stress he knew that a large part of it was Eiri. After waking and coming to terms with the ‘dream’ Shuichi had thought that with time he and Eiri could reconcile their differences. However Eiri was just so… different.
The intensity that had first drawn Shuichi to the author was no longer there. Difficult to live with though he may have been Shuichi would not have traded his Yuki for anything. This man was someone almost completely different. He still loved Eiri, however Tohma was right, ‘love isn’t always enough.’
‘Dreams teach. Where did I hear that?’ Shuichi scratched his stubbly chin in thought. ‘More importantly, what did that dream teach me?’
To be honest he was scared. Too many things were starting to be real. Too many things were causing him to remember things from the dream. There were moments that he forgot it was a dream and would catching himself thinking about Seven Sins or Rick like they were still a part of his life.
His confession to Tohma made him feel all the more vulnerable.
‘Am I going crazy?’ The question seemed to eat at him more and more everyday. It was the reason that he had waited to say something to begin with. He knew he could trust Tohma though and that in itself was strange.
Since waking up, it seemed that he had grown closer to everyone. He could tolerate their quarks better and they his. Everyone but Eiri, who had changed just as much as he had it seemed.
To the rest of the world he was the same Yuki Eiri; cold, aloof author and international playboy. To those that knew him best he was quieter, more tolerant. To Shuichi he was a completely different person.
The man who ignored him until his libido deemed otherwise was gone. He was not crewel or distant. He was… not Yuki. Granted that Shuichi was not a masochist and had never enjoyed being ignored, but still the constant hovering, the complete attentiveness, the love at arms length. It was no better than the way he had been before. Was there no happy medium?
The author acted as if Shuichi would shatter if not handled with the utmost care. It made Shuichi want to scream. Oh, he still loved Yuki, but you cannot hold a dream in your arms.
He was suddenly startled from his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?”
Shuichi shook his head ‘no’ and leaned into the blond. Tohma wrapped his arms around the petit singer. So much like Eiri, the man in his arms begged to be protected.
He was one of the most powerful men in Japan. He had made men disappear and shattered careers with a single phone call. Yet, there were times when Tohma could be accused be being almost maternal. He loved these two men, Eiri and Shuichi, an unrequited passion for one and something familial, brotherly perhaps, for the other. He would exercise his power to see them happy.
Now he just had to figure out how.
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This is just a brief insight into how Shuichi and Tohma are feeling right now in the story. I hope this clarifies some of their actions so far and in the future and clears up some of the confusion. I didn’t really want to put this in a full chapter it was a little too ‘drabble’ feeling to me. Fare warning, Tohma is going to be a lot more present in this story than in the last one. What can I say, I like him.
I do know own my lovelies, but if I could I would buy them. Eiri, Tohma, Ryuichi, Hiro, K, and Shuichi, just line them up for me and I’ll take the lot.
So, too much? Not enough? Well there is a lot more to come.
Interlude
Reflections
Shuichi was silent as Tohma spoke to whoever was on the other end of the call. He watched the lights of the Tokyo skyline from Tohma's office. The blond had offered to take Shuichi back to the apartment for the night, but the singer had refused.
For his part, Shuichi was nervous. His mind was flooded with thoughts and feelings dating back to when Eiri had run away. Everything he had felt when he realized Eiri wasn’t coming back on his own pressed down on him.
Then there were the thoughts of his own escape. Dream or not, he could recall vividly everything he felt as he boarded that plane for LA. Now he was running away again. Perhaps he was not disappearing like the last time, but leaving Eiri of his own accord was not an easy thing to do.
After his confession at the restaurant Tohma had not asked him to explain further he reasoning behind wanting to leave. Shuichi was grateful, for he himself did not understand.
Maybe it was the stress catching up to him. Bad Luck was due to put out their new album soon and the world would know that he was alive and well again. (Exactly how Tohma had managed to keep it quiet in the first place was beyond him.) After the release they were supposed to go on a brief tour of six major cities in Japan.
As much as he would have liked to just blame it all on the stress he knew that a large part of it was Eiri. After waking and coming to terms with the ‘dream’ Shuichi had thought that with time he and Eiri could reconcile their differences. However Eiri was just so… different.
The intensity that had first drawn Shuichi to the author was no longer there. Difficult to live with though he may have been Shuichi would not have traded his Yuki for anything. This man was someone almost completely different. He still loved Eiri, however Tohma was right, ‘love isn’t always enough.’
‘Dreams teach. Where did I hear that?’ Shuichi scratched his stubbly chin in thought. ‘More importantly, what did that dream teach me?’
To be honest he was scared. Too many things were starting to be real. Too many things were causing him to remember things from the dream. There were moments that he forgot it was a dream and would catching himself thinking about Seven Sins or Rick like they were still a part of his life.
His confession to Tohma made him feel all the more vulnerable.
‘Am I going crazy?’ The question seemed to eat at him more and more everyday. It was the reason that he had waited to say something to begin with. He knew he could trust Tohma though and that in itself was strange.
Since waking up, it seemed that he had grown closer to everyone. He could tolerate their quarks better and they his. Everyone but Eiri, who had changed just as much as he had it seemed.
To the rest of the world he was the same Yuki Eiri; cold, aloof author and international playboy. To those that knew him best he was quieter, more tolerant. To Shuichi he was a completely different person.
The man who ignored him until his libido deemed otherwise was gone. He was not crewel or distant. He was… not Yuki. Granted that Shuichi was not a masochist and had never enjoyed being ignored, but still the constant hovering, the complete attentiveness, the love at arms length. It was no better than the way he had been before. Was there no happy medium?
The author acted as if Shuichi would shatter if not handled with the utmost care. It made Shuichi want to scream. Oh, he still loved Yuki, but you cannot hold a dream in your arms.
He was suddenly startled from his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?”
Shuichi shook his head ‘no’ and leaned into the blond. Tohma wrapped his arms around the petit singer. So much like Eiri, the man in his arms begged to be protected.
He was one of the most powerful men in Japan. He had made men disappear and shattered careers with a single phone call. Yet, there were times when Tohma could be accused be being almost maternal. He loved these two men, Eiri and Shuichi, an unrequited passion for one and something familial, brotherly perhaps, for the other. He would exercise his power to see them happy.
Now he just had to figure out how.
---
This is just a brief insight into how Shuichi and Tohma are feeling right now in the story. I hope this clarifies some of their actions so far and in the future and clears up some of the confusion. I didn’t really want to put this in a full chapter it was a little too ‘drabble’ feeling to me. Fare warning, Tohma is going to be a lot more present in this story than in the last one. What can I say, I like him.
I do know own my lovelies, but if I could I would buy them. Eiri, Tohma, Ryuichi, Hiro, K, and Shuichi, just line them up for me and I’ll take the lot.
So, too much? Not enough? Well there is a lot more to come.