I Believe in Happy Endings

Disclaimer: ~ I Don\'t Own Gravitation….. I wish though T__T *huddles in corner*~

My hair had grown long in the last six weeks. Rather then cut it, Yuki helped me style it differently before I even saw it, he insisted on doing my makeup (A/N: its just lip-gloss n cover-up, that\'s it!...and maybe a little more xD) and then added three piercings in my left ear, above the two I had already. We got all dressed up like movie stars and hit town. You realize, of course, at this time I had no idea what he was planning. We hopped into a transport and transferred downtown, kissing again. As before, it took my breath away and left me staggering. Holding hands, we headed for a club.

For several hours we partied hard, drinking and dancing until they shut down the bar. We left the club in high spirits, tired from dancing but energized by our mood. The liquor made me feel quite giddy, and I couldn\'t stop laughing at every little comment Yuki made. He pulled me into a little alley between two buildings and held me against the wall. “You have such a loud mouth,” he whispered before kissing me. Suddenly his hands were all over, and I ceased laughing.

“Let\'s go home” I suggested.

He stopped, breathless, and backed away. He caught my hand and started walking again. “N—no… we haven\'t really had dinner yet. Let\'s go to Swiss Chelet.” Swiss Chelet\'s an open-all-night restaurant and karaoke bar. (A/N: ok now u guys mite be thinking why on earth is there a club in the middle of day?! Well this is the future so there is xD)

When we got there he gave the waitress our names.

“You made reservations?” I asked, surprised. “I didn\'t know this place let you do that…”

“Um, yes. They let you reserve for a special occasion.”

“What occasion?”

He wouldn\'t answer me. We were shown to a quiet, dark, corner booth and given menus. We ordered a luxurious dinner; I was suddenly starving, and Swiss Chelet\'s got great food. It was really quiet at night, and the restaurant was almost completely deserted.

Yuki excused himself and when he came back from wherever it was he had gone, he climbed up on the stage and grabbed the mic. He gestured for me to come closer, and I crossed the room to watch as he sang me a love song. We were both a little teary-eyed when it was over, and when we got back to our table---hand-in-hand---our food had arrived.

As we ate, a bang came onto the stage. They played slow music---a piano and a violin. Yuki asked me for a dance. It felt a little awkward at first. We never slow-danced in public, and tonight we were the only ones on the floor. But he held me tenderly, with his face pressed against my throat, whispering things I really couldn\'t even hear. It didn\'t matter; I loved the feel of his soft breath against my neck and soon the rest of the world slipped away. I closed my eyes and snuggled into his embrace.

The song ended and Yuki released me. I opened my eyes to find that the lights had dimmed, and we were completely alone…and Yuki was on bended knee. “Yuki…”

“Shuichi…” he took my hand in one of his, and reached for something in his pocket with his free hand. I saw he was holding a little black velvet box. “Shuichi…stay with me. I want you to stay with me forever. I love you. Please…don\'t ever leave me.”

“I won\'t” I promised, tears streaming down my face. “I promise I\'ll never leave you.” He slipped the gold and silver band onto my finger, kissing my hand. I fell to my knees, sobbing with him, and we embraced. “I love you, too.”

The next morning we made our announcement to the whole family, and it was a joyous occasion. Yuki\'s mother hugged me, with tears of happiness gleaming in her eyes. Yuki\'s dad had already known of his son\'s intentions, and an engagement party was to be thrown that night in our honor. His sister and two brothers congratulated me. Mika shook my hand, her excited eyes shining. Tatsuha hugged me and kissed me right on the mouth….yes he was interested in me, as I\'d known. But we both loved Yuki and he respected my feelings with no further advancement, other than occasional appreciative looks. He backed away, and shoved me into Yuki. He didn\'t say a word, just smiled.

That night, as I dressed in my own room, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and realized how much I\'d changed. My hair, jewelry, clothes...was I even the same person? I smiled a little sadly at myself. It doesn\'t matter, I told my reflection. It doesn\'t matter because I have Yuki. A genuine smile crept across my new look, a new lover and a new fam—family…

For what must have been the first time since leaving that motel I thought of my brothers. If they could see me now…what would Suguru say if he found out that the only person I\'d ever made love to was a boy? I almost laughed, but images of Hiro and my mother, blocked all the other visions. How would they react? It had only been two months, but it felt like two years since I\'d seen them all.

I didn\'t realize I\'d began to cry until Yuki came in.

“Shuichi--! What\'s wrong?”

I smiled, quickly wiping at my eyes. It\'s a good thing I hadn\'t put on my cover-up yet… “Just thinking about my family. I kind of wish they were here for this”

It was the first time I\'d mentioned anything about my previous life since coming to Yuki\'s home. It was a touchy subject, uncomfortable for both of us. We both knew I\'d have to tell my parents---and very soon. It was a fact that we\'d buried, but it had come back from the grave and could no longer be ignored. I had to go home.
He kissed my mouth softly, comfortingly. “Please don\'t worry, love.”

“But I….”

“I know, I know. But let it wait. Let us have the night. Leave it for tomorrow.” He stood up and straightened his sleeves. “How do I look? Hurry and do your make-up! Everyone\'s waiting!”

He left me alone. I took a few moments to pack just a few belongings into my old suitcase, crammed under the bed. I\'d gotten rid of all my old clothes, so I just packed a few new outfits inside. I didn\'t think I\'d be able to make myself do it later, so I got it over with as quickly as possible, then made-up my face. I\'d just finished when Yuki came back for me.

“All ready?”

I nodded, intent of enjoying the party. We slipped out into the hall to inspect ourselves in the mirror. Kami, we looked so great together. If I could go back to any moment in time, I could stand there with him before the mirror in the hall of his mansion, clasping his hands for the strength to face what was to come.

I had on a long-sleeved white shirt with a sleeveless white dress coat over top, trailing over my slacks to the floor. (A/N: sry I jus Had to put shu-chan in a dress ^o^) my belt was a chain of silver links, loosely hugging my hips. For jewelry I had my own two gold earrings, plus my three new silver ones, a silver chain around my neck and of course my engagement ring—silver and gold twisted around my finger.

Yuki also wore white (the traditional engagement color of his family), a sleeveless sweater that hung to his knees over a pair of very baggy pants, and a floor-length white coat over top. Both of his ears were full of dangling, hooked hoops.

We looked stunning together, and our entrance into the ballroom, like two models on a runway, was striking. For a long time we were separated, swarmed by various unknown relatives and friends. We got pushed farther apart, and I was feeling quite claustrophobic form all the attention. But before I suffocated from it all, a hand grasped mine and tore me away. I let myself be pulled along by the stranger, until we were alone in a small crowd, curtained parlor. “Are you okay?” the friendly voice asked.

I turned to face him. He was a boy close to my age, maybe a little older, with blonde hair and sea-green eyes. He was wearing a lime green jacket over yellow pants; his collar and sleeves were ruffled. There was a daisy stuck behind his right ear (A/N: don\'t ask y wrote that) which was shimmering with about fourteen gold hoops in each ear {don\'t ask me how they all fit; I\'ll never know!} he wore rings on every finger, and several long chains dangled around his neck. He was in heels, which confirmed that obvious; this guy was the most flaming gay I\'d ever had contact with. And he was not staring me up and down, a small, lewd smile twitching across his painted lips.
“You were starting to look like a caged animal out there. Is it better in here with me? We\'re alone, you know. No one will bother you in this room. You can do whatever you want and not worry about your privacy being intruded upon. So how `bout it, huh? You wanna…?” He gestured to the couch behind us.

“Um…we don\'t know each other. I\'m Shuichi---Yuki\'s fiancé.” I stressed that last bit for his benefit; on the off-chance he hadn\'t realized it.

His green eyes flashed red for a moment, then he grabbed me roughly and pushed me onto the sofa. “Then let\'s see just what he finds so attractive about you!”

His weight, surprisingly heavy for his slight figure, was suddenly on me and pressing me down. In an instant, his hands were on me, grasping between my legs to unzip my pants. “Come on kid. What do you have that I don\'t?!”

He was really hurting me, and I couldn\'t get him off of my body, no matter how I struggled. I cried out in pain and begged him to stop. “Yuki--!!!” I shouted helplessly. He slapped me across the face—hard. I kept on screaming Yuki\'s name, but soon found his lips on top of mine, aggressively biting my bottom lip. No, this felt horrible. When I was with Yuki, it never felt this horrible, it usually was quite pleasurable. His hands ripped off my underwear, and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them pool around his feet. He flipped me over so I was on my stomach with my back facing him as he positioned his hard member near my rear. In one swift motion he entered me, with no lubrication of any kind or preparing me with his fingers. I screamed for Yuki\'s name even louder at the sudden intrusion. Tears pouring down my face as I begged him to stop his assault.

“Shut up you whore!” He yelled as he continuously pound into me without mercy. Thrusting harder and harder.

My cries became quieter and softer with each passing second while I continued to scream for Yuki\'s name in my mind. I tried to relax my body in everyway possible, so it wouldn\'t be so painful, but my body refused to listen to my brain. I felt warm liquid around my anus knowing automatically I was bleeding. He was ripping me. I begged Kami or Buddha or whatever God was up there to listen to my prayers and put an end to my torture.

“Why aren\'t you screaming you little slut!! Come on scream!!” he shouted as his hand went to pull my hair. I sobbed out loud; memories filled with Yuki came into my mind. I felt like I was betraying Yuki…or was I the one being betrayed?

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally came in me. I never so dirty in my life, I couldn\'t help but wonder what Yuki would think of me now, would he think I was dirty and throw me away?

Suddenly his body was ripped from mine, and I turned my body around to greet my savior. It was Mika. She raised her fist and punched the queer man right in the face. The rapist staggered backwards, spinning, his hands covering his face. He couldn\'t see where he was going, and consequently bumped right into ---

“---Yuki…” I whispered breathlessly, as my mind started to drift off to a black abyss. The last thing I saw was a combination of worry, fear, and anger displayed on Yuki\'s face.