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 Three

Ryuichi filled the tub with warm bubbly water for Shuichi. He was even going to let him use his rubber ducky. It was such a pretty shade of cerulean.

The bubbles glittered like thousands of diamonds under the light and it seemed to dazzle the brunette. It was all so shiny and sparkly.

He forced himself to turn away from the pretty and saw that he was looking at something even prettier. He was looking at Shuichi who didn’t have his shirt on.

The young man was lithe and muscular in his own right. He looked as if he had been carved out of white marble.

Sapphire blue gems fell on pale pink nipples and he quickly looked away. He knew he must have been blushing something furious. Only Shuichi could make him feel this uncomfortable in his own house.

“Look, Shuichi!” Ryuichi giggled, holding up the rubber duck. “Onyx will keep you company.”

Shuichi smiled and took the duck from his hands. Why on earth did he name this little guy Onyx? Oh, it must be because of his dark eyes.

Ryuichi secretly gazed at his pink haired muse and felt all his blood rushing south. Those molten amethyst eyes had to be the most beautiful eyes on the planet. It was as if the gods had deemed it so.

“You behave yourself, Onyx,” Ryuichi said, getting to his feet, grinning at his friend. “He can be such a tease at times, but he always makes you feel good about yourself.”

Shuichi looked at his idol and got poked on the nose. “You’re my pretty shiny, Shuichi.”

Shuichi suddenly began to feel very strange and he looked back down at the duck in his hands. He heard Ryuichi chuckle softly.

“I’m going to go make your bed down for you,” he told him, picking up Kumagoro. “Just shout if you need us Shuichi.”

Shuichi nodded and watched him close the door. He put Onyx in the water and smiled.

“I know I’m a little pale,” he told the pretty ducky. “I burn too easily and I refuse to have my skin look like my hair.”

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Ryuichi frolicked into the guestroom that Shuichi would be spending the night in and sat Kumagoro down on the wooden dresser. He stole a gaze at himself in the oval shaped mirror and slightly frowned at his handsome reflection.

“Hush, Mirror,” he told it, pointing a finger at his stern looking reflection. “I am not lonely.”

He had Touma, Noriko, and Shuichi. He had their sparkly friendships. Hell, he even had K’s.

He picked Kumagoro back up and hugged him close to his heart. “And I have you, too, Kuma.”

The mirror hushed itself up right then and there. None dared to face the wrath of the almighty, Kumagoro.

Ryuichi stuck his pink tongue out at his childish looking reflection and bounced like a happy bunny over to the bed, making it down. He absolutely adored the headboard. There was a giant rose craved into it, and it was missing one of its petals.

That suddenly had him frowning once more. Was Bed telling him what Mirror was telling him? Was he a beautiful rose that was missing one petal that could make him whole?

“This is the last time I allow you to decorate anything without my constant supervision,” he told Kuma, turning to leave the room.

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Shuichi opened his violet orbs when he heard a soft knock come at the door. The door cracked open and in popped Kuma’s smiling face.

“We have clothes for Shuichi,” he said, silly voice even sillier than ever. “May we come in?”

Shuichi was surrounded by a bazillion bubbles so it was not like Ryuichi could see anything. He told them yes and Ryuichi strolled in.

Shuichi could not help but to softly giggle. His idol was wearing a white pajama suit with bright orange carrots designed on it. He looked absolutely adorable. Anybody else would look totally ridiculous. He tried to picture Yuki in it and felt a mental bitch slap.

“Is Shuichi enjoying his bath?” Ryuichi asked him, gently placing the clothes on a small table beside the tub.

Shuichi nodded his head, wondering where he could get him some pajamas like that. He wanted a white pair with black question marks all over the place. He also wanted a white pair with pearly pink cherry blossoms all over the place as well. It would look so pretty and Yuki might like it, too.

“What is it, Shuichi?” Ryuichi asked with a confused expression. He wanted to know why his pink haired friend was looking at him like that.

Shuichi shook his head and smiled up at him. “I would love to know where you bought your awesome pajamas.”

Ryuichi grinned. “Would Shuichi like some?”

He nodded his head. He told his idol what he would like to get and Ryuichi practically squealed with delight. That would be so cool!

Ryuichi suddenly noticed the way Kumagoro was looking at him and mentally told him not to start as well. There was no way he could allow himself to fall in love with Shuichi.

Too late, Ryu

He mentally hissed at Kumagoro before pouncing him with tons of shiny love. He looked at Shuichi and nodded.

He loved it whenever Shuichi would smile. The young man simply lit up a room. He bet that Shuichi could light up the darkest of places. He certainly made the gold in the black marble pale in comparison.

He bounced over to a door and pulled out a rather large black towel with gold trimming. Kumagora was very thorough about what had to go with this bathroom.

He put it down on the table, telling Shuichi that he would be in his room, and to ring the gong should he need anything at all. He left the room with Kumagoro in tow. This hot spring trip was going to be a blast. He could not wait until morning.

He froze in his tracks and instantly had Kuma pop his head back into the bath. “Has Onyx behaved himself, Shuichi?”

“Oh, yes,” Shuichi said, giving the ducky a joyful squeeze. “He has been such a gentleman, Kumagoro.”

The plushy nodded and the door closed once more. Ryuichi could not help but to giggle as he made his way down the hall to his bedroom. Shuichi was so much fun.

Somebody loves Shuichi…

Ryuichi rolled his eyes and left the bedroom door cracked open just a little. He did not want to close the door and make Shuichi feel like he was not welcomed. It seemed like too many doors were closed in his face and locked from the other side.

“You need to behave,” he giggled, tickling Kuma’s fluffy pink tummy. “Or someone isn’t going to get any yummy carrots.”

That tiny little voice in the back of his mind snickered. Kumagoro was always looking out for his heart.

“Sleepy time!” Ryuichi squealed, jumping onto his bouncy bed. “Last one to fall asleep is a rotten dragon ball!”

He quickly sat his alarm clock and crawled under the covers. “And no cheating this time, Kuma!”

The bunny’s little voice was silent only to snicker when Ryuichi jumped up to go make sure Shuichi took his icky purple medicine.

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Shuichi was sitting on his bed, looking at a picture of him and Yuki. He was grinning and Yuki looked about as warm as the Arctic in the summer.

It was so rare to even get a genuine smile out of the successful writer. For someone who writes romance novels for a living, he sure didn’t know how to woo.

I’ll belong to you. I’ll be your lover.

Shuichi’s hands were shaking and a tear fell on the glass frame. He could not help but to have bad thoughts. Was it all lies? Was Yuki just using him for his body?

Shut up! Enough! You’re annoying! Get out! I hate you!

He had thrown the glass frame before he had even thought about doing so. It struck the wall before him with a loud bang, shattering glass falling to the floor with the golden frame.

“Oh, no,” he sobbed, jumping to his feet, racing to the fallen picture. “What have I done, Yuki?”

His hands were shaking violently as he tried to carefully pick up the picture, only to hiss when he cut his index finger on a sharp piece of glass. He put it to his mouth, fighting not to cry.

And I’m very busy.

Would it all be okay? Should he even try and call him tomorrow? He didn’t know. He didn’t fucking know.

He started crying over the broken picture frame. He didn’t know how to fix it.

His head was pounding, his nose was leaking like some dam, and now his finger was bleeding. He wanted to scream.

“Shuichi?” A soft voice asked from the door and he turned to see that it was Ryuichi.

Ryuichi rubbed his eyes and gazed down at the pink haired man. He saw the broken glass and drops of crimson here and there. It took a moment for his sleepy brain to register what had happened.

He was suddenly at Shuichi’s side in an eye blink, looking him over. He was so happy that it was only a tiny cut. He had been afraid that Shuichi had tried to do something stupid.

“I broke it,” Shuichi sobbed, throwing his arms around Ryuichi’s narrow waist, crying in his lap. “How do I fix it?”

The older singe was beginning to panic and took deep, even breaths. He gently ran his fingers through Shuichi’s silky soft locks. He cooed softly to him, telling him that it would all be okay. He would buy him an even better frame for his picture, one that would be all sparkly and wonderful just for him.

Shuichi sniffled and squeezed him.

There was a deadly storm raging inside of Ryuichi’s mind. Not too many people know how truly dangerous his mind can be at times. Lightning struck that big, black, ocean and monstrous waves swelled and crashed like booming thunder. He wanted to hop up and down on Eiri Yuki’s cruel face.

He very gently pulled Shuichi to his feet and led him away from the broken picture and out of the guestroom. He was taking him to his own room. There was a first aid kit in his bathroom. Kumagoro had made him buy one, now he was happy that the bunny had made him do so.

“It’ll be okay, Shuichi,” he told him, having him to take a seat at the foot of his massive bed. “We’ll make it okay.”

Shuichi gave him a tiny hint of a smile and Ryuichi raced to his bathroom. He wanted to make that smile bigger.

Ryuichi began to clap his hands, whistling for the first aid kit. He had no idea where it was. What the hell had he done with it?

“Her boy,” he called out, racing around, checking everywhere. “Come here, boy!”

He opened up the cabinet under the sink and grinned. His eyes went all sparkly. He had found it!

A few minutes later he had Shuichi’s finger all fixed up. He simply had to admire his work.

Touma would be so happy. He had done a good job. He had not panicked and called 911 like he did when he had gotten a hangnail.

“Oh, Touma!” He had squealed before pouncing on his friend. “I thought I was dying with the ouch and the hurt!”

Shuichi was looking around the bedroom in silent awe. There were posters on all the sky blue walls. One of the posters was of him. On closer inspection he saw that it was encased in a glass frame. It made him smile.

There was a desk with a laptop on it and it was cluttered with papers. He saw an entertainment center with loads of game systems. It was all very nice.

“I’m sorry,” Shuichi whispered, looking over at him. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I can be so stupid sometimes.”

Ryuichi shook his head, telling him that it was all right. “Shuichi needs to get his rest. We have a big trip tomorrow.”

He positioned Kumagoro on top of Shuichi’s pink head, grinning. “We will have lots of fun, Shuichi.”

Shuichi nodded his head and was suddenly feeling very nervous. He didn’t know how to ask Ryuichi the question he wanted to ask him.

“Shuichi can spend the night in here with Kuma and me,” he said, opening up his closet, pulling out a really nice sleeping bag.

Shuichi just gawked. How had he known that was what he was going to ask? He needed a tinfoil hat, too, it seemed.

He didn’t want to be alone. He wanted to stay in here with Ryuichi.

“I’ll sleep down here,” Ryuichi said, rolling the sleeping bag out. “You and Kuma can have the bed.”

Shuichi shook his head. “You don’t have to sleep in the floor, Ryuichi.”

Ryuichi looked up at him to see that he was hugging Kumagoro very tightly. He wanted to forever swim in those violet pools of molten light.

Shuichi was blushing as red as Snow White’s apple. “I think your bed is big enough for the three of us.”

Ryuichi got back to his feet and Shuichi’s breath caught. The legend singer was so very handsome. It was not sharp and cold like Yuki. It was warm and luminous.

“Okay, Shuichi,” Ryuichi said, giving him a big white grin. “Which side do you want?”

Shuichi crawled under the fluffy covers on the left side. The bed was huge. He placed Kuma in the middle.

It made Ryuichi smile ever so brightly. He slept on the right side.

“What was that song you were singing at the hospital?” He asked as Ryuichi kicked off his bunny slippers before crawling into bed.

“If We Hold on Together,” Ryuichi told him. “I watched this film a long time ago called the Land before Time.”

Shuichi turned his head over as Ryuichi cuddled closer to Kumagoro. “It is a very pretty song.”

Ryuichi nodded. “It got me and Kuma through some tough times.”

Shuichi found that he was gawking once more. Was Ryuichi opening up to him? Yuki never did that, well he did, he just got pissed after doing so.

“Would you sing it for me?” Shuichi asked him.

Ryuichi smiled at him with big sapphire gemstones, nodding his head. He was so excited. Shuichi had asked him to sing. He squeezed Kuma’s paw in order to calm himself.

Don’t lose your way

With each passing day

You’ve come so far

Don’t throw it away

Live believing

Dreams are for weaving

Wonders are waiting to start

Live your story

Faith, hope, and glory

Hold to the truth in your heart

Shuichi had tears in his eyes and he closed them. Ryuichi had the voice of a God. It could swell like an ocean wave or soar as high as the highest star.

If we hold on together

I know our dreams will never die

Dreams see us through to forever

Where clouds roll by

For you and I

Ryuichi smiled and leaned over to wipe away a falling pearl from a milky white cheek. Violet orbs fluttered open and just looked at him. It was so soft and it was mesmerizing at the same time.

Souls in the wind

Must learn how to bed

Seek out a star

Hold on to the end

Valley, mountain

There is a fountain

Washes our tears all away

Words are swaying

Someone is praying

Please let us come home to stay

Shuichi reached over and took Ryuichi’s bigger hand in his own. He closed his eyes and began to sing along with him in perfect harmony.

If we hold on together

I know our dreams will never die

Dreams see us through to forever

Where clouds roll by

For you and I…

Ryuichi gently squeezed Shuichi’s soft hand and saw that his friend had fallen asleep. He reached up with his free hand to turn off the light switch that was above his headboard.

“Sweet dreams, Shuichi,” he said, resting his head beside Kuma’s. He held Shuichi’s hand all through the night.

TBC…

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Song lyrics belong to the wonderful, pretty shiny, Diana Ross.

Flora.