Kin no Shuichi
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
50
Views:
4,306
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
34: Whipped
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 Eiri wrapped around his little finger and they both know it
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, Yaoifangirl89, lilgurlanima, David boreanaz’s wife247, Hanamaru, Kaoru Sayuri, Kamiya for your reviews. Some of you were worried about Shuichi and Eiri after the last chapter. Don’t be. Like all couples they fight. Sometimes Eiri says things in the heat of the moment that he doesn’t mean. I’m sure they kissed and made up. Anyway, here is the next installment. Enjoy!
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Chapter 34: Whipped
“Hey, Eiri?”
The sound of his husband’s voice broke into Eiri’s thoughts. The insistent clacking as his fingers flew over the keys came to a halt. Silence reigned in the study. He scowled, perturbed at being interrupted when he was trying to work, and waited for Shuichi to continue. When Shuichi remained silent, though, Eiri had to wonder if he was starting to lose it. Living with the lithe baka for as long as he has, it would come as no surprise.
His hands still over the keyboard of his computer, he sat back in his chair and swiveled his head around.
Shuichi was lounging on his stomach with his feet making patterns in the air. His chin was resting in his cupped hand. His vividly violet eyes scanned the screen of his laptop as his other hand moved over the scroll button. Whatever his pink haired idiot was doing seemed to have captivated him. Must have something to do with Nittle Grasper. The pop/rock band was one of the only things that could keep Shuichi so quiet and so still for so long. Usually he acted as if he had ants in his pants.
There was no indication from Shuichi that he had ever said anything.
Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, Eiri turned back toward his computer. Briefly closing his eyes, he tried to regain his train of thought. It returned swiftly. The rapid click-clack of the keyboard filled the silence once again.
“Eiri?”
With the scowl reappearing, Eiri growled lightly. He should have known. “What?” he snapped. “What the hell do you want?” He twirled his chair around to face Shuichi.
Shuichi blinked, taken a back by the harsh tone. “Jeeze. Attitude much? What the hell crawled up your ass and died?”
Eiri narrowed his gaze. The temperature in the room dropped dramatically.
Acting as if he had not just stepped over that very thin line, Shuichi gathered his things and stood. “If you’re going to be such an ass then forget it.” With a toss of his head, he marched out of the study. “Jerk,” he muttered. He made sure to slam the door harder than was necessary behind him.
A vein throbbed dangerous in Eiri’s forehead. The damned brat. Sometimes, he swore that Shuichi was secretly a woman moonlighting as a man. How else could you account for the PMS-like multiple personality disorder?
Honestly.
Glad for the quiet, he turned back to his computer. Setting his hands into position on the keyboard, his gaze glazed over as they took in the screen before him.
How dare the brat turn the tables around and try to make him into the bad guy. Shuichi was the one that had been bothering him while he was trying to write. Shuichi was the one that had called his name (twice mind you) without bothering to say what he wanted. Did he just enjoy the sound of his name or something? If that was the case, he could say it to his heart’s content somewhere far away from him. Like at the North Pole or the moon. No matter how often he was scolded for his incompetence, Shuichi never seemed to get it. Unless it was an emergency, he needed to be left alone when he was writing. Was that too hard to comprehend?
Damned brat.
No, Shuichi was the antagonist this time. Not him. He did nothing wrong. Anybody in his shoes would have done the same thing. If someone called your name countless times while you were trying to meet a deadline, one that seemed to arrive sooner and sooner each time, but refused to say anything more than your name, you would snap too. He was like a toddler who kept asking “why” to everything that comes out of your mouth. Three words described someone like Shuichi who just could not comprehend his own stupidity. A. Nnoy. Ing.
The silence seemed to grow heavy. It became suffocating.
His eye twitched.
“Dammit all to hell,” he hissed.
Pushing away from his desk, he marched out of the study and went in search of his baka. The brat had him wrapped around his little finger and they both knew it.
---TBC---
Preview: “Eiri no Go”
A/N: What did you think? Short yes, but that is just the way it is. Sorry. Okay. Not really. I actually loved this one. Poor Eiri. LOL.
Anyway, I based the turmoil within the band on two real life bands from the 80’s. One band broke up soon after the lead singer agreed they’d do a song for a movie (both the movie and the song ended up being huge hits), but the guys in the band did not like the song because according to them it “wasn’t their sound”. Another band decided to put out a side project without telling their lead singer who decided to do the same thing. Only his solo CD became a huge hit. The band was pissed. Then not long later, the band fired their lead singer after he took ill. True stories.
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 Eiri wrapped around his little finger and they both know it
Warning: M/M, romance, angst, OOC-ness, language, Shuichi/Eiri, implied Eiri/oc, implied Shuichi/oc
Insert: ---
A/N: Thank you to ferler, Yaoifangirl89, lilgurlanima, David boreanaz’s wife247, Hanamaru, Kaoru Sayuri, Kamiya for your reviews. Some of you were worried about Shuichi and Eiri after the last chapter. Don’t be. Like all couples they fight. Sometimes Eiri says things in the heat of the moment that he doesn’t mean. I’m sure they kissed and made up. Anyway, here is the next installment. Enjoy!
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Chapter 34: Whipped
“Hey, Eiri?”
The sound of his husband’s voice broke into Eiri’s thoughts. The insistent clacking as his fingers flew over the keys came to a halt. Silence reigned in the study. He scowled, perturbed at being interrupted when he was trying to work, and waited for Shuichi to continue. When Shuichi remained silent, though, Eiri had to wonder if he was starting to lose it. Living with the lithe baka for as long as he has, it would come as no surprise.
His hands still over the keyboard of his computer, he sat back in his chair and swiveled his head around.
Shuichi was lounging on his stomach with his feet making patterns in the air. His chin was resting in his cupped hand. His vividly violet eyes scanned the screen of his laptop as his other hand moved over the scroll button. Whatever his pink haired idiot was doing seemed to have captivated him. Must have something to do with Nittle Grasper. The pop/rock band was one of the only things that could keep Shuichi so quiet and so still for so long. Usually he acted as if he had ants in his pants.
There was no indication from Shuichi that he had ever said anything.
Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, Eiri turned back toward his computer. Briefly closing his eyes, he tried to regain his train of thought. It returned swiftly. The rapid click-clack of the keyboard filled the silence once again.
“Eiri?”
With the scowl reappearing, Eiri growled lightly. He should have known. “What?” he snapped. “What the hell do you want?” He twirled his chair around to face Shuichi.
Shuichi blinked, taken a back by the harsh tone. “Jeeze. Attitude much? What the hell crawled up your ass and died?”
Eiri narrowed his gaze. The temperature in the room dropped dramatically.
Acting as if he had not just stepped over that very thin line, Shuichi gathered his things and stood. “If you’re going to be such an ass then forget it.” With a toss of his head, he marched out of the study. “Jerk,” he muttered. He made sure to slam the door harder than was necessary behind him.
A vein throbbed dangerous in Eiri’s forehead. The damned brat. Sometimes, he swore that Shuichi was secretly a woman moonlighting as a man. How else could you account for the PMS-like multiple personality disorder?
Honestly.
Glad for the quiet, he turned back to his computer. Setting his hands into position on the keyboard, his gaze glazed over as they took in the screen before him.
How dare the brat turn the tables around and try to make him into the bad guy. Shuichi was the one that had been bothering him while he was trying to write. Shuichi was the one that had called his name (twice mind you) without bothering to say what he wanted. Did he just enjoy the sound of his name or something? If that was the case, he could say it to his heart’s content somewhere far away from him. Like at the North Pole or the moon. No matter how often he was scolded for his incompetence, Shuichi never seemed to get it. Unless it was an emergency, he needed to be left alone when he was writing. Was that too hard to comprehend?
Damned brat.
No, Shuichi was the antagonist this time. Not him. He did nothing wrong. Anybody in his shoes would have done the same thing. If someone called your name countless times while you were trying to meet a deadline, one that seemed to arrive sooner and sooner each time, but refused to say anything more than your name, you would snap too. He was like a toddler who kept asking “why” to everything that comes out of your mouth. Three words described someone like Shuichi who just could not comprehend his own stupidity. A. Nnoy. Ing.
The silence seemed to grow heavy. It became suffocating.
His eye twitched.
“Dammit all to hell,” he hissed.
Pushing away from his desk, he marched out of the study and went in search of his baka. The brat had him wrapped around his little finger and they both knew it.
---TBC---
Preview: “Eiri no Go”
A/N: What did you think? Short yes, but that is just the way it is. Sorry. Okay. Not really. I actually loved this one. Poor Eiri. LOL.
Anyway, I based the turmoil within the band on two real life bands from the 80’s. One band broke up soon after the lead singer agreed they’d do a song for a movie (both the movie and the song ended up being huge hits), but the guys in the band did not like the song because according to them it “wasn’t their sound”. Another band decided to put out a side project without telling their lead singer who decided to do the same thing. Only his solo CD became a huge hit. The band was pissed. Then not long later, the band fired their lead singer after he took ill. True stories.