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Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
50
Views:
4,315
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Gravitation or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
38: Abandoned Burning Heart
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: One of Shuichi’s favorite fanfics has been abandoned.
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 Kaoru Sayuri Kamya, ELENIOFME, David boreanaz’s wife247, lilgurlanima for reviewing. I sound like a broken record, but you guys are my life line and I absolutely love hearing from you. If it wasn’t for you, I would have given up on writing a long time ago. Anyway, this will be the last random chapter. Starting with the next one, we start to return back to the turmoil within Bad Luck. Enjoy!
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Chapter 38: Abandoned Burning Heart
“Oh, man!” The whine echoed through the house.
Though his eye twitched, Eiri made no further indication of having heard anything. He blatantly refused to acknowledge his pink haired baka. You were asking for it if you encouraged the mentally unstable.
He would be the first to admit that having Shuichi around more has had its benefits. It was not just beneficial for himself, but for their daughter as well. Eiri suspected that was one of the reasons why Shuichi had taken on so many side projects in the last several months as well as put Bad Luck on the back burner was so that they could spend more time together. Though, now that he thought about it, taking on so many jobs at once sort of defeated the whole purpose of them trying to spend more time together. Or it should have. As soon as Shuichi stopped going into the studio on a regular basis, even with the work he was doing on his cologne, his clothing line as well as the bit parts in Ghost Whisperer and Who is It, Shuichi was home more than he has in the past five years combined.
But it was one thing to have a partner at home waiting while you were out touring the world, but it was another thing entirely when you had children. The one fear that both he and Shuichi shared was to become a stranger to their own daughter because the both of them were out on the road so much due to their perspective careers. That was something that Shuichi’s manager could sympathize with, him having a son himself back in the States. Michael, K’s son with his actress wife Judy Winchester, did in fact travel to Japan to visit his father a couple of times a year, but that quick fix could not be easy for either of them. It was probably why Claude “K” Winchester was the way he was when it came to Bad Luck, it takes his mind off the son he abandoned back in the States.
Unfortunately, neither Hiro nor Suguru had children so they could not even begin to understand what Shuichi was being forced to endure when they agreed that the band would go on yet another tour for a week or two. They were still at that stage where they felt the world was theirs to do with as they pleased. Neither had anyone to answer to. Neither had any responsibilities. Neither had a two year old daughter who waited by the window every night waiting eagerly for them to return home from a long day in the studio. Neither had a care in the world, which made them unsympathetic to the torturous plight their lead singer was suffering.
Though, as great as having Shuichi at home more could be, it was just as equally unpleasant. September just could not get here fast enough.
So instead of drawing more attention to something that he was sure had been blown way out of proportion, he remained absolutely still and said absolutely nothing. He would pretend that the house was as silent as a tomb (and just as empty) because Sayo was spending the afternoon with her aunt Maiko and Shuichi was at the studio. Yes. He would just continued reading his script as if nothing drastic had happened within the last two months.
“This is so not fair!”
Eiri sighed. Damn it all to Hell and back. Was one day too much to ask for?
“Why?!”
Apparently.
He knew he would probably regret asking this, but in the end, he knew he would be protecting his sanity if he were to ask than if he were to try to ignore his idiot lover. He was not exactly sure how digging his own grave could be more beneficial to his health than continuing to ignore Shuichi, but he was certain it would. “What is it this time?”
Sniffling, Shuichi turned from his laptop to regard Eiri sitting in the armchair behind him. “Burning Heart has been put on permanent hiatus!”
Eiri rolled his eyes from behind the safety of his manuscript. “And that would be…?”
“My favorite-est fanfic of all time!”
Eiri’s eye twitched at Shuichi’s ill grammar. Lowering his script, he scoffed at the sight of Shuichi, who was sprawled out at his feet. “For the love of…You’re crying over a story?”
“It’s not just a story Eiri!”
Eiri sighed. Of course not. Shame on him for thinking otherwise.
“It, it, it’s the most romantic tale of star struck lovers who must fight against the ridicule of their families and the scorn of society in order to be together and just when you think it’s going to be a happy ending they get broadsided by a drunk driver on the way home from the movies.”
Sounded like something he’d write. It’s no wonder Shuichi was addicted to the story.
“Then why don’t you write your own ending?” Eiri suggested as he went back to his manuscript.
Shuichi snorted. He turned back to his laptop. “Me? Write a story? Yeah, right. I can barely write song lyrics remember?”
Eiri sighed. He supposed he deserved that.
“This sucks,” Shuichi harrumphed.
Eiri peered over the top of his manuscript and sighed in disgust. He could not believe that Shuichi was this depressed over some stupid story. “Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath. Knowing he had been right the first time, he knew he would be just as correct this time in his belief that pushing this any further was going to make him want to hang himself, but instead of giving heed to himself, he marked his place and put his manuscript aside. “Show me this stupid story.”
“Huh?” Shuichi glanced blankly over his shoulder at him.
“Don’t ‘huh’ me. Just show me the freaking story.”
“…Oh…kay.” Not understanding what Eiri was up to, Shuichi scooted aside and handed Eiri his laptop. “Why-?”
The ringing of the phone halted anything more Shuichi would have said.
Scrambling to his feet, Shuichi rounded the armchair and skirted the dining table. He picked up the cordless extension on the wall in the kitchen mid-ring. “Moshi. Moshi,” he greeted over the line. “…Oh, hey, Ma. What’s up?”
Eiri focused his attention back on the fanfic before him as Shuichi‘s laughter floated passed him.
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The Next Day
He had never been more bored in his entire life. With his chin cupped in his hand, Shuichi slumped over his laptop while his other hand pressed the down arrow key repeatedly. He heaved a great sigh. Even the laughter of his daughter who was watching Ni Hao, Kai-Lan could do nothing to elevate his boredom.
What he would not give to be in the studio right about now arguing over some trivial matter with Suguru.
Something on his laptop’s screen caught his attention. Instantly perking up, Shuichi dropped his hand and pressed his face closer to the monitor. “What the hell?” Was he seeing things? He clicked on the link. Then moved the cursor to the upper right hand corner of the screen and clicked on the arrow. The drop-down link box unfolded before him. He scrolled down to the bottom. There it was. Holding his breath, he clicked on the link with a sweaty, unsteady hand.
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“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
The insistent sound of clacking emanating from the study paused as Shuichi’s exclamations echoed through the condo.
“Wahoo!”
Eiri chuckled. “Baka,” he muttered around his unlit cigarette. With a sly smirk on his face, his fingers danced over the keyboard once more.
---TBC---
Preview: “A Sojourn into the Fashion World”
A/N: Awe! Isn’t Eiri sweet? He finished the story just for Shuichi. Oh! And for those who don’t know, Ni Hao, Kai-Lan, is like Dora the Explorer, but instead of learning Spanish, you learn Chinese.
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: One of Shuichi’s favorite fanfics has been abandoned.
Warning: M/M, romance, angst, OOC-ness, language, Shuichi/Eiri, implied Eiri/oc, implied Shuichi/oc
Insert: ---
A/N: Thank you to Kaoru Sayuri Kamya, ELENIOFME, David boreanaz’s wife247, lilgurlanima for reviewing. I sound like a broken record, but you guys are my life line and I absolutely love hearing from you. If it wasn’t for you, I would have given up on writing a long time ago. Anyway, this will be the last random chapter. Starting with the next one, we start to return back to the turmoil within Bad Luck. Enjoy!
+---+---+---+
Chapter 38: Abandoned Burning Heart
“Oh, man!” The whine echoed through the house.
Though his eye twitched, Eiri made no further indication of having heard anything. He blatantly refused to acknowledge his pink haired baka. You were asking for it if you encouraged the mentally unstable.
He would be the first to admit that having Shuichi around more has had its benefits. It was not just beneficial for himself, but for their daughter as well. Eiri suspected that was one of the reasons why Shuichi had taken on so many side projects in the last several months as well as put Bad Luck on the back burner was so that they could spend more time together. Though, now that he thought about it, taking on so many jobs at once sort of defeated the whole purpose of them trying to spend more time together. Or it should have. As soon as Shuichi stopped going into the studio on a regular basis, even with the work he was doing on his cologne, his clothing line as well as the bit parts in Ghost Whisperer and Who is It, Shuichi was home more than he has in the past five years combined.
But it was one thing to have a partner at home waiting while you were out touring the world, but it was another thing entirely when you had children. The one fear that both he and Shuichi shared was to become a stranger to their own daughter because the both of them were out on the road so much due to their perspective careers. That was something that Shuichi’s manager could sympathize with, him having a son himself back in the States. Michael, K’s son with his actress wife Judy Winchester, did in fact travel to Japan to visit his father a couple of times a year, but that quick fix could not be easy for either of them. It was probably why Claude “K” Winchester was the way he was when it came to Bad Luck, it takes his mind off the son he abandoned back in the States.
Unfortunately, neither Hiro nor Suguru had children so they could not even begin to understand what Shuichi was being forced to endure when they agreed that the band would go on yet another tour for a week or two. They were still at that stage where they felt the world was theirs to do with as they pleased. Neither had anyone to answer to. Neither had any responsibilities. Neither had a two year old daughter who waited by the window every night waiting eagerly for them to return home from a long day in the studio. Neither had a care in the world, which made them unsympathetic to the torturous plight their lead singer was suffering.
Though, as great as having Shuichi at home more could be, it was just as equally unpleasant. September just could not get here fast enough.
So instead of drawing more attention to something that he was sure had been blown way out of proportion, he remained absolutely still and said absolutely nothing. He would pretend that the house was as silent as a tomb (and just as empty) because Sayo was spending the afternoon with her aunt Maiko and Shuichi was at the studio. Yes. He would just continued reading his script as if nothing drastic had happened within the last two months.
“This is so not fair!”
Eiri sighed. Damn it all to Hell and back. Was one day too much to ask for?
“Why?!”
Apparently.
He knew he would probably regret asking this, but in the end, he knew he would be protecting his sanity if he were to ask than if he were to try to ignore his idiot lover. He was not exactly sure how digging his own grave could be more beneficial to his health than continuing to ignore Shuichi, but he was certain it would. “What is it this time?”
Sniffling, Shuichi turned from his laptop to regard Eiri sitting in the armchair behind him. “Burning Heart has been put on permanent hiatus!”
Eiri rolled his eyes from behind the safety of his manuscript. “And that would be…?”
“My favorite-est fanfic of all time!”
Eiri’s eye twitched at Shuichi’s ill grammar. Lowering his script, he scoffed at the sight of Shuichi, who was sprawled out at his feet. “For the love of…You’re crying over a story?”
“It’s not just a story Eiri!”
Eiri sighed. Of course not. Shame on him for thinking otherwise.
“It, it, it’s the most romantic tale of star struck lovers who must fight against the ridicule of their families and the scorn of society in order to be together and just when you think it’s going to be a happy ending they get broadsided by a drunk driver on the way home from the movies.”
Sounded like something he’d write. It’s no wonder Shuichi was addicted to the story.
“Then why don’t you write your own ending?” Eiri suggested as he went back to his manuscript.
Shuichi snorted. He turned back to his laptop. “Me? Write a story? Yeah, right. I can barely write song lyrics remember?”
Eiri sighed. He supposed he deserved that.
“This sucks,” Shuichi harrumphed.
Eiri peered over the top of his manuscript and sighed in disgust. He could not believe that Shuichi was this depressed over some stupid story. “Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath. Knowing he had been right the first time, he knew he would be just as correct this time in his belief that pushing this any further was going to make him want to hang himself, but instead of giving heed to himself, he marked his place and put his manuscript aside. “Show me this stupid story.”
“Huh?” Shuichi glanced blankly over his shoulder at him.
“Don’t ‘huh’ me. Just show me the freaking story.”
“…Oh…kay.” Not understanding what Eiri was up to, Shuichi scooted aside and handed Eiri his laptop. “Why-?”
The ringing of the phone halted anything more Shuichi would have said.
Scrambling to his feet, Shuichi rounded the armchair and skirted the dining table. He picked up the cordless extension on the wall in the kitchen mid-ring. “Moshi. Moshi,” he greeted over the line. “…Oh, hey, Ma. What’s up?”
Eiri focused his attention back on the fanfic before him as Shuichi‘s laughter floated passed him.
+---+---+
The Next Day
He had never been more bored in his entire life. With his chin cupped in his hand, Shuichi slumped over his laptop while his other hand pressed the down arrow key repeatedly. He heaved a great sigh. Even the laughter of his daughter who was watching Ni Hao, Kai-Lan could do nothing to elevate his boredom.
What he would not give to be in the studio right about now arguing over some trivial matter with Suguru.
Something on his laptop’s screen caught his attention. Instantly perking up, Shuichi dropped his hand and pressed his face closer to the monitor. “What the hell?” Was he seeing things? He clicked on the link. Then moved the cursor to the upper right hand corner of the screen and clicked on the arrow. The drop-down link box unfolded before him. He scrolled down to the bottom. There it was. Holding his breath, he clicked on the link with a sweaty, unsteady hand.
+---+---+
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
The insistent sound of clacking emanating from the study paused as Shuichi’s exclamations echoed through the condo.
“Wahoo!”
Eiri chuckled. “Baka,” he muttered around his unlit cigarette. With a sly smirk on his face, his fingers danced over the keyboard once more.
---TBC---
Preview: “A Sojourn into the Fashion World”
A/N: Awe! Isn’t Eiri sweet? He finished the story just for Shuichi. Oh! And for those who don’t know, Ni Hao, Kai-Lan, is like Dora the Explorer, but instead of learning Spanish, you learn Chinese.