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 Five

Shuichi got out of the silver car and took in the sight before him. The hot spring resort looked like some kind of temple. It looked like a place that belonged in some kind of fairytale. Ryuichi sure did know how to pick them.

The beautiful place was up in the hills and was surrounded by ancient pines. There was a haunting if not spooky atmosphere to the hidden retreat from the real world. Apparently only the famous knew about this place.

It was well hidden and out of the way. He doubted he would find any photographers snooping around in the bushes.

There were bronze dragons with glittering eyes, coiling around tall red pillars, leading to the main wooden doors. They looked like the kind of critters you didn’t want to piss off.

Little spirit houses were tucked away here and there in the green vegetation. He could hear the gentle sound of flowing water and smiled. It was kind of relaxing.

“Good evening.” A spooky voice said from behind him, causing him to jump forward into the arms of a grinning Ryuichi. “Welcome back to my little piece of paradise, Mr. Sakuma.”

Ryuichi raised a hand and waved to the spooky looking man who looked like a beautiful lady. He was all dressed up in a flowering green kimono and had his long black hair tied in a fashionable ponytail with a forest green ribbon.

“Tatsuo!” Ryuichi squealed, putting Kumagoro on top of Shuichi’s pink head. “You still look as pretty as ever!”

The beautiful man raised his head, giving them a smoky smile. His skin was as flawless as cold marble and his eyes were a brilliant lime green and they fell on a freaked out Shuichi.

“Who is your lovely friend?” Tatsuo asked. His voice was as smooth as silk.

Shuichi bowed his head and introduced himself. For some odd reason, this guy was seriously giving him the willies. He was too pretty to be real.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Shindou.” Tatsuo told him, ruby red mouth smiling, removing some chill from the air. “Master Kumagoro has obviously taken a liking to you as well I see.”

Shuichi turned to Ryuichi who was still grinning like a maniac. It was now obvious that everyone played along with Ryuichi…or got blasted by a pink beam of death.

Tatsuo clapped his lovely hands and a man appeared as if from out of nowhere. It seriously unnerved Shuichi.

“Hiromi,” that smooth voice said, flowing like cool water. “Please, get their bags.”

The handsome man bowed his head and went to fetch their luggage from a griping Toya. He had caught his jacket in the car door and he was really pissed about it. He was cussing up a storm, too.

“I shall now lead you to your room.” Tatsuo smiled, turning towards the main doors that looked to be made of heavy wood. “If you will please follow me…”

Ryuichi waved bye to Toya, telling him that he would call. He was so excited.

“Do you have many guests staying here tonight?” Shuichi caught himself asking the beautiful dragon-lady-man.

Tatsuo shook his head. “There are two other guests that are staying here besides the three of you, Mr. Shindou.”

Shuichi nodded his head. He liked this. This meant that the place was going to be quiet.

“Oh, Kuma!” Ryuichi squealed, pointing. “Tatsuo kept my autograph! Look, look, Shuichi!”

Shuichi gawked. It looked as if the legend singer has signed his name to a priceless work of ancient art.

Tatsuo put a delicate hand to his forehead and Shuichi noticed that he had long poison green nails. They looked as if they were sharp enough to cut through solid steel. There was no way they could be real. The willowy man seemed to swoon like a graceful flame.

“I could not bring myself to throw that priceless piece of art away…no matter how I tried.” He said.

Ryuichi giggled. He had made the boring old wall scroll with the boring god on it even more sparkly. It really was priceless now.

Tatsuo continued to lead them down a long hall and out into a magical garden. There were flowers and cherry blossoms in full bloom.

Shuichi was dazzled by all the colors and bumped into Ryuichi’s back. Apparently they had come to a stop.

They were standing in front of a sliding door and Shuichi looked around at Hiromi, giving him a small smile. The muscular stud softly smiled back at him.

He was slightly confused. Hadn’t they just been in a garden? He shook his head.

“Dinner will be served to you in your room tonight,” Tatsuo told them, sliding the bamboo style door open. “And feel free to use the hot springs whenever you please.”

The spooky dragonfly was suddenly gone in a hiss of expensive silk. There was also a slight floral smell in the air.

Hiromi followed them into their rooms and placed their luggage down beside the ornate table with dragons for legs. He bowed to them and left without uttering a single word.

Shuichi was wondering if Ryuichi had been freaked out the first time he had come to this place. He was sure as hell freaked out.

The room was very traditional and Shuichi was afraid to touch anything. He was terrified that he would break some priceless treasure.

There were little gods tucked away in dark corners and little fox statues here and there as well. He turned to see that Ryuichi was standing in front of a rather large window. The dying sunlight seemed to hug him like wings.

“What is it?” Shuichi asked, walking up beside him, taking a look out.

The old pine forest looked as if it went on into forever. The trees were huge and just as beautiful.

He suddenly sneezed and moaned. Oh, he hated being sick. He could not wait to hit the hot spring.

Ryuichi put an arm around him, giving him a friendly squeeze. “The hot springs will make you feel so much better, Shuichi.”

Shuichi nodded and then his stomach began to growl. He was really hungry for some reason. He had felt sick to his stomach earlier.

“I’m going to bounce off and see where Tatsuo fluttered to,” Ryuichi suddenly said, wanting to give Shuichi some privacy. The pink haired beauty probably wanted to call his man. “Kumagoro will get us some yummy yum, Shuichi.”

Shuichi nodded and waved the two of them off. He looked back out at the darkening forest and decided to call Yuki.

He took a seat and sighed when he got Yuki’s voicemail. He left him a short message, telling him to call him back, if and when he got the chance.

He put the phone down and wondered what Yuki could be doing. He leaned back and closed his eyes. Why did it all have to be so difficult?

He got up and decided to take some more of his medicine. He wanted to get well as soon as possible.

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“Who was that?” A soft voice asked from under him.

Amber eyes narrowed into slits of cruel winter. “Nobody.”

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Mr. Sakano was spinning around the room like a mini twister, knocking tons of shit over. They were all going to die. They were all going to fucking die! That was all there was to it. It was all so plain and simple.

K was polishing his pretty gun while Suguru and Hiro simply stood there, gawking in shock. What the hell was going on?

Touma Seguchi was sprawled out on the floor with a dart sticking in his neck. He was snoring away like a freight train.

Noriko was jumping from foot to foot. It was wonder her breasts were not blacking her pretty eyes.

“He’ll sleep till morning,” K grinned. “I shot him up with the good stuff earlier, too.”

Noriko rolled her eyes. “I’m going home to pack. Call me when Snow White wakes up.”

K nodded.

Suguru looked at the crazy blonde man. “You’re insane.”

K chuckled and it was scary.

“Oh, Gods!” Mr. Sakano cried, falling down to his knees. “Please, spare us from his wrath! I beg of you!”

Hiro’s left eye twitched. “How long has the Beast been down?”

“Six hours,” K told him. “He came rushing in, foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog. I simply had to put him down.”

“Jesus!” Mr. Sakano wailed like a siren. “Please, get down off your cross and save me!”

Something suddenly stung the poor man’s neck and he fell flat on his face. It was time to go sleepy by baby for him, too.

Noriko rolled her eyes and left the room on that note. “Fools.”

Hiro’s left eye twitched once more.

“Let’s go drink!” K called out, firing off a few rounds, plaster falling from the ceiling.

He ushered the two band members from the room at gunpoint. He was giggling the whole way.

“You Americans are all crazy!” Suguru shouted.

K snickered. “You should see us when we’re off our medications.”

The two band members shivered. They could only imagine the many horrors.

“Please Gods,” Suguru prayed ever so silently as he put on his seatbelt. “Don’t ever let America go off its medications.”

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“Last one in is a rotten dragon ball!” Ryuichi squealed as he ran down the long hallway with Kumagoro in his safety bubble.

He threw off his simple white robe and dived into the water with a giant splash. He came up, shaking water from his hair, giggling in glee.

Kumagoro was floating along beside him in his clear plastic bubble. A bunny did not like to get wet if he could help it.

Ryuichi swam around, loving how wonderful the hot water felt. He looked up at the sky, seeing the almost full moon surrounded by a blanket of stars. It was so pretty.

He turned around and his breath froze in his lungs. Shuichi was standing in the silver mist, looking up at the enchanting moon, too.

Ryuichi just floated there, taking in the young man’s soft beauty. He gulped when he felt a scorching heat begin to gather between his legs.

Shuichi smiled at him and began to remove his robe. The older singer quickly turned his back to him.

He heard a soft splash and turned to see Shuichi swimming towards him through the ghostly mist. It looked as if the pink haired man was gliding through the water like a fish.

“Wow,” Shuichi said, smiling at him with brilliant amethyst jewels. “This is really nice, Ryuichi.”

Ryuichi nodded, playfully splashing him in the face. “Kuma has the most sparkly ideas, Shuichi.”

“Does he now?” Shuichi asked. His voice was deep and husky. The smile on his face was suddenly wolfish.

“Shuichi?” He asked in some confusion as the beautiful young man swam even closer to him. The mist and the full moon only seemed to highlight his angelic beauty.

Shuichi lifted a glistening white hand from the water, cupping Ryuichi’s golden cheek. Those petal red lips suddenly crashed against his like a wave of lava.

Ryuichi moaned, wrapping his arms around the slightly smaller man. He bucked his narrow hips when a hand gripped his aching hardness. Shuichi pulled his mouth away.

“Save me,” he whispered, his voice burning his ear. “Save me from the dark, Ryuichi…”

Ryuichi’s sapphire blue eyes snapped open and he sat up on his futon in a flash. He was tangled in his sheets, covered in sweat, and felt something sticky down under.

He looked over to see that Shuichi was sound asleep. His cheeks looked as if they were stained with tears.

Ryuichi picked up Kumagoro and cuddled him close. He was going to make sure that Shuichi had the best time off ever.

He put the bunny down beside Shuichi’s head and got to his feet so he could change. He had not had a wet dream in years.

He crawled back under his covers after changing. He leaned over, running a hand through Shuichi’s soft locks. The moonlight shining in through the window seemed to make his luminous skin glow.

“I’ll always be here, Shuichi.” He whispered, bending down, softly kissing a salty cheek. “Kumagoro will blast anyone who tries to hurt you from now on.”

He rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes. He hated it when Shuichi cried. He wanted to throttle that damn Yuki. He wanted to blind him with lots of pretty shiny and then drown him in sparkles. It would be fun.

Shuichi opened his eyes, staring at Ryuichi’s back. He touched his cheek and smiled with such warmth.

Thanks, Ryu.

He closed his eyes and began to doze back off only to open them when he heard Ryuichi giggling. The older singer was now facing him and he had a wicked smile on his handsome face.

The older man was sound asleep from what he could tell. Shuichi wondered what he could possibly be dreaming about that had him smiling like that for.

“Big…carrot,” Ryuichi muttered, rolling onto his stomach with a snore.

Shuichi snorted, and gently poked him on the nose. He was so lucky to have Ryuichi in his life. He then fell back asleep, feeling a little better.

Ryuichi was dreaming of helping Kumagoro dig up the world’s largest carrot. The two of them were going to ram it right up Eiri Yuki’s ass!

TBC…

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Flora.