The Price I Pay Yuki/Shuuichi
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
4,194
Reviews:
5
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.
Chapter Six
Ten minutes passed and Tohma sat in a chair in Shuuichi’s hospital room, waiting for Mika and Tatsuha to arrive, and for Eiri to come back. He didn’t know what to say to his brother-in-law to comfort him, so he let him wander off—sometimes that helped the novelist calm down more than his comforting words could.
But what would Shindou think if he woke up and Eiri wasn’t there?
‘God, I wanted Shindou out of Eiri’s life, but not like this.’ The shacho looked at Shuuichi sleeping on the hospital bed and remembered how devastated Eiri had looked after hearing the singer’s revelation. ‘I wanted Shindou out of his life, but I never wanted him to get hurt like that. This isn’t what I wanted.’
“Tohma.”
The blond shacho looked toward the voice, unsure of what to say.
“Mika, I….”
“Where’s Eiri?” Mika stood next to Tohma’s chair, placing her hand on her husband’s shoulder.
“He’s walking around the hospital, he couldn’t stand staying in the room and left.” Pause. “I don’t know what to do, I’ve always been able to help Eiri, but this time…I don’t know how…I don’t think there’s anything I can do.” He stood and Mika quickly brought him into an embrace.
-
Walking stiffly through the hospital’s front doors, Yuki struggled to keep the thought of Shuuichi having AIDS from surfacing in his mind. He needed a drink, a cigarette—anything to calm him and give him the illusion of normalcy.
He needed to get out of the hospital, away from that menacing building—just away from the very idea of Shuuichi having AIDS. Thus he walked away from the hospital, remembering only when he reached the parking-lot that he hadn’t driven his car.
“Damn….” He gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes, turning toward the nearest streetlight pole and punching it. “DAMN!”
‘Stupid brat, why…? Stupid, why…?’
“Um, Bro? Are you all right?”
Yuki spun around at the sound of the voice and the touch of a hand to his shoulder.
“Tatsuha.”
“Bro? Shouldn’t you be inside talking with the doctors? Seguchi said you had….”
“Shut up, I don’t want to hear any more about it. So just shut up.” Yuki pulled away from Tatsuha’s grip, and walked toward the sidewalk away from the hospital. Before he made it two steps, Tatsuha grabbed hold of his arm, pulling him so that they were face to face.
“Don’t tell me to shut up, and don’t dare walk away from the hospital like it’s nothing important. You have HIV, you should be in there with your doctor figuring out the best way to manage it. Not to mention, you should be in there with Shuuichi while he’s sick. You shouldn’t just leave….”
Yuki roughly grabbed Tatsuha by the shirt, surprising the dark haired monk.
“Don’t you dare tell me what to do. You have no idea what I’m going through, so back the fuck off.” The blond pushed Tatsuha away and resumed walking; barely taking in the words Tatsuha spoke next:
“Excuse me for worrying about you. I thought that’s what brothers were for, but guess I was mistaken.”
Without waiting for a reply, Tatsuha stormed into the hospital, oblivious to his brother who stopped and stared after the black-haired monk.
A/N: End of chapter, can’t think of what to write next. This story is starting to give me a hard time writing it—but that’s mainly because my muse is giving me ideas for starting new stories rather than finishing the ones I already have going.
But what would Shindou think if he woke up and Eiri wasn’t there?
‘God, I wanted Shindou out of Eiri’s life, but not like this.’ The shacho looked at Shuuichi sleeping on the hospital bed and remembered how devastated Eiri had looked after hearing the singer’s revelation. ‘I wanted Shindou out of his life, but I never wanted him to get hurt like that. This isn’t what I wanted.’
“Tohma.”
The blond shacho looked toward the voice, unsure of what to say.
“Mika, I….”
“Where’s Eiri?” Mika stood next to Tohma’s chair, placing her hand on her husband’s shoulder.
“He’s walking around the hospital, he couldn’t stand staying in the room and left.” Pause. “I don’t know what to do, I’ve always been able to help Eiri, but this time…I don’t know how…I don’t think there’s anything I can do.” He stood and Mika quickly brought him into an embrace.
-
Walking stiffly through the hospital’s front doors, Yuki struggled to keep the thought of Shuuichi having AIDS from surfacing in his mind. He needed a drink, a cigarette—anything to calm him and give him the illusion of normalcy.
He needed to get out of the hospital, away from that menacing building—just away from the very idea of Shuuichi having AIDS. Thus he walked away from the hospital, remembering only when he reached the parking-lot that he hadn’t driven his car.
“Damn….” He gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes, turning toward the nearest streetlight pole and punching it. “DAMN!”
‘Stupid brat, why…? Stupid, why…?’
“Um, Bro? Are you all right?”
Yuki spun around at the sound of the voice and the touch of a hand to his shoulder.
“Tatsuha.”
“Bro? Shouldn’t you be inside talking with the doctors? Seguchi said you had….”
“Shut up, I don’t want to hear any more about it. So just shut up.” Yuki pulled away from Tatsuha’s grip, and walked toward the sidewalk away from the hospital. Before he made it two steps, Tatsuha grabbed hold of his arm, pulling him so that they were face to face.
“Don’t tell me to shut up, and don’t dare walk away from the hospital like it’s nothing important. You have HIV, you should be in there with your doctor figuring out the best way to manage it. Not to mention, you should be in there with Shuuichi while he’s sick. You shouldn’t just leave….”
Yuki roughly grabbed Tatsuha by the shirt, surprising the dark haired monk.
“Don’t you dare tell me what to do. You have no idea what I’m going through, so back the fuck off.” The blond pushed Tatsuha away and resumed walking; barely taking in the words Tatsuha spoke next:
“Excuse me for worrying about you. I thought that’s what brothers were for, but guess I was mistaken.”
Without waiting for a reply, Tatsuha stormed into the hospital, oblivious to his brother who stopped and stared after the black-haired monk.
A/N: End of chapter, can’t think of what to write next. This story is starting to give me a hard time writing it—but that’s mainly because my muse is giving me ideas for starting new stories rather than finishing the ones I already have going.