Twisting Fate
folder
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,556
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,556
Reviews:
22
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
Twisting Fate
I feel kind of bad about putting off my stories while I try to correct and improve them. It is surprisingly easy to forget just how many people are reading this. So it is only fair that I continue working on new chapters. Keep in mind that anything I write now may change in the future because of the revisions that I am making.
To sort out some of the questions that people have been asking here is a short timeline. The dates are made up, as I don’t feel like looking them up from the manga or anime release/air dates. (Remember that I screwed with the cannon whenever I wanted to in order to write this story, so please don’t yell at me because this is not the way it happened in the manga/anime.)
May 1999: Shuichi and Eiri meet in the park.
January 2001: Eiri runs away to New York.
June-ish 2001: Shuichi's accident.
April-ish 2006: Shuichi's stroke.
May-ish 2006: Shuichi wakes up.
July-ish 2006: Shuichi gets to go home.
December-ish 2006: Shuichi moves out.
January-ish 2007: Chapter Six of TF
*These dates are subject to change as I am still working on editing this part of the story.
I hope this helps a little.
I still don’t own them.
Chapter Six
Neo didn’t realize how late it was getting and he really didn’t care until Suguru messed up in the same place for the umpteenth time. He ran his hand through his now incredibly short hair and grumbled. “Fuck it, go home. We’ll try again tomorrow.”
No one questioned him lest he change his mind. Hiro, Suguru, and the mixing staff packed up and were out of the studio in record time.
Neo himself didn’t move to pack up instead he stayed behind his keyboard and kept working. He knew he wouldn’t sleep even if he went home. In dreams he was haunted by the voice of his weaker, whinier other half. It didn’t bother him that he was living in someone else’s head it just annoyed him when that someone else wouldn’t shut up.
It had been four weeks since he had managed to put the brat to sleep and he was still having trouble convincing Shuichi that it was for his own good that he let Neo take over. After all, the alternate ego had been growing in his subconscious since long before the ‘accident’.
His hands danced over the keys and his eyes closed. He tried to imagine the guitar backing him up, but the synthetic drums just weren’t doing it for him. He wanted a drummer. He wanted a lot of things actually, another guitarist and a bassist among them. The music would be richer if they weren’t so dependent upon a synthesizer for most of the score.
“Heaven ablaze in our eyes
We're standing still in time
The blood on our hands is the wine
We offer as sacrifice…”
He growled low in his throat and hit the ‘off’ button on his keyboard. He hadn’t shared this song with the band yet, it wasn’t ready and he didn’t want to compromise on it. He didn’t want to compromise on any of his songs, but what could he do?
“Why did you stop?” The accent was heavy. Neo looked up and was both surprised and not to see the man standing in the doorway.
“Rick.” The name rolled of his tongue with a familiarity that should not have been there, but even ‘Neo’ couldn’t wholly distinguish between what was reality and what was manufactured in his fractured mind.
“Shuichi-san, was it?”
“Neo.” The response was automatic. “Call me Neo.”
Rick nodded and walked further into the room. He nodded subtly to the keyboard and Neo waved him to it, stepping out of the way. “It’s too slow.”
Neo eyed him for a moment before leaning back against the wall. “Show me.”
Rick took a few moments to play with the keyboard and change a few settings. Then without any warning he was able to mimic what Neo had been playing with almost no effort.
Neo nodded along with it for a moment then stepped up next to Rick. The American stepped out of the way and Neo started the computer recording before incorporating what Rick had done into the song. When the intro had finished he didn’t hesitate to start singing again.
After completing the first chorus he stopped with a contemplative look on his face. “Now if I just had a band built for the song,” he mused to himself.
“Never had that problem with SDS.”
Neo didn’t look up at him or even think before he said it. “No we didn’t.”
When he did look up Rick had a curious expression on his face. “We?”
Neo bit his lip. “It is a long story.”
“I have time and my Japanese is getting better. Want to talk about it?”
Neo glanced at the clock for the first time since Bad Luck’s dinner break. It was just after two in the morning. He rubbed his tired eyes. “Why are you here so late anyway?”
Rick took a moment to answer. Whether he was translating in his head or just deciding what to say didn’t really matter. Neo didn’t care one way or another. Part of him was more than just a little excited to have this part of his ‘dream’ be real. That particular part of him was making itself known in the suddenly too tight confines of his pants. Sex was sex and it had been too long.
“There is something about you. I saw it that first day in Seguchi’s office. I have wanted to talk to you for weeks now, so when I heard that Bad Luck was working late I waited.”
Neo felt a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. “Is that so?” He turned to the computer and saved then locked the file with the recording before shutting everything down. “Well since you went to such lengths to talk to me then it is only fair that I take you to dinner. It’s not too late is it?” He turned back and smiled coyly at Rick.
“Not at all.”
*
Dinner had been mostly idle chat, the subject of the dream carefully avoided. Neo was not particularly concerned with any of the topics and focused more on the way that Rick licked the ends of his chopsticks after every bite. The dream Rick had been wonderful in bed and Neo couldn’t help but want to try it out in the real world.
There was the faintest protest to this thought from the recesses of his mind where Shuichi's consciousness slept most of the time. Apparently the idea of being ‘unfaithful’ to Eiri had been enough to wake the brat up. However Neo paid the voice no mind and continued to talk his way into what he hoped would be a very satisfying night.
*
Eiri gritted his teeth. When he took a break from his writing in order to get something to eat he had remembered that he had forgotten to go shopping. This was why he was standing in front of one of his and Shuichi's favorite little all night eateries. He couldn’t bring himself to go in though. The sight of his lover blatantly flirting with another man was too much for him.
‘So that’s what it comes to then? I just couldn’t compete with the constant temptations.’ Eiri felt a biter rage swell in the back of his throat until he might choke on it. So consumed was he in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the pair get up until the door next to him opened. When he looked over he wished he hadn’t.
The foreigner, because that all he could be with what he was doing, was breaking one of Japan’s taboos. As soon as they had cleared the door the bigger man had pushed Eiri’s Shuichi against the wall and started kissing him… in public… and Shuichi didn’t seem to care in the least.
Unbidden a cry of disgust left Eiri’s lips. The couple looked up. Shuichi's lips almost instantly turned into a cold smirk while his companion looked at Eiri with a benign expression of disinterest.
Neo pushed Rick away gently and turned to Eiri. “Well, well, if it isn’t the old flame.” He took a few slow sultry steps toward Eiri until he was close enough to lean in and whisper in the others ear. “It hurts to see what you can’t have, isn’t it?” He jerked back from Eiri and started laughing.
Eiri didn’t think, he didn’t breath, his hand simply flew. Shuichi's laughter died on his lips instantly.
Neo covered the reddening handprint on his cheek. He heard Rick’s hasty steps come up behind him, but before the man could pass he held out his hand to stop him. Neo’s eyes glowed in an almost sinister light. “I would recommend that you didn’t do that again.”
“What the hell is happening to you Shuichi?”
Neo shook his head and started to turn. “I’m sorry, Shuichi isn’t at home at the moment, but if you would like to leave a message I would be happy to tell you where to shove it.” He looked back over his shoulder at Eiri, but this time all emotion seemed to have left him. “Things can never go back to how they were. You need to move on. I’m not your play thing anymore.”
As Shuichi started to walk away Eiri tried to grab his arm and pull him back. Before he could make contact with the little singer a fist impacted on his jaw. Eiri blinked several time before trying to pick himself up off the pavement. “Stay down,” growled a low voice. “He told to it was over, now leave off.”
Eiri blinked up at the man and his heavy American accent. “I don’t know what is going on yet, but don’t get to comfortable. Shuichi is mine.”
Rick laughed, seemingly unsurprised by Eiri perfect yet accented English. “Don’t count on that.”
Rick turned back to Neo who was watching Eiri with a blank expression. After a moment the pair walked off and Eiri continued to sit on the ground until they were out of site.
He picked himself up and turned in the direction of his apartment, his hunger forgotten.
*
The song was Him’s Wings of a Butterfly.
Do to an e-mail that I received I am going to give you guys who don’t quite get what is happening one little clue: If you think that this sounds like something out of Fight Club, you wouldn’t be totally wrong.
So? Too much? Not enough? There is more to come.
I feel kind of bad about putting off my stories while I try to correct and improve them. It is surprisingly easy to forget just how many people are reading this. So it is only fair that I continue working on new chapters. Keep in mind that anything I write now may change in the future because of the revisions that I am making.
To sort out some of the questions that people have been asking here is a short timeline. The dates are made up, as I don’t feel like looking them up from the manga or anime release/air dates. (Remember that I screwed with the cannon whenever I wanted to in order to write this story, so please don’t yell at me because this is not the way it happened in the manga/anime.)
May 1999: Shuichi and Eiri meet in the park.
January 2001: Eiri runs away to New York.
June-ish 2001: Shuichi's accident.
April-ish 2006: Shuichi's stroke.
May-ish 2006: Shuichi wakes up.
July-ish 2006: Shuichi gets to go home.
December-ish 2006: Shuichi moves out.
January-ish 2007: Chapter Six of TF
*These dates are subject to change as I am still working on editing this part of the story.
I hope this helps a little.
I still don’t own them.
Chapter Six
Neo didn’t realize how late it was getting and he really didn’t care until Suguru messed up in the same place for the umpteenth time. He ran his hand through his now incredibly short hair and grumbled. “Fuck it, go home. We’ll try again tomorrow.”
No one questioned him lest he change his mind. Hiro, Suguru, and the mixing staff packed up and were out of the studio in record time.
Neo himself didn’t move to pack up instead he stayed behind his keyboard and kept working. He knew he wouldn’t sleep even if he went home. In dreams he was haunted by the voice of his weaker, whinier other half. It didn’t bother him that he was living in someone else’s head it just annoyed him when that someone else wouldn’t shut up.
It had been four weeks since he had managed to put the brat to sleep and he was still having trouble convincing Shuichi that it was for his own good that he let Neo take over. After all, the alternate ego had been growing in his subconscious since long before the ‘accident’.
His hands danced over the keys and his eyes closed. He tried to imagine the guitar backing him up, but the synthetic drums just weren’t doing it for him. He wanted a drummer. He wanted a lot of things actually, another guitarist and a bassist among them. The music would be richer if they weren’t so dependent upon a synthesizer for most of the score.
“Heaven ablaze in our eyes
We're standing still in time
The blood on our hands is the wine
We offer as sacrifice…”
He growled low in his throat and hit the ‘off’ button on his keyboard. He hadn’t shared this song with the band yet, it wasn’t ready and he didn’t want to compromise on it. He didn’t want to compromise on any of his songs, but what could he do?
“Why did you stop?” The accent was heavy. Neo looked up and was both surprised and not to see the man standing in the doorway.
“Rick.” The name rolled of his tongue with a familiarity that should not have been there, but even ‘Neo’ couldn’t wholly distinguish between what was reality and what was manufactured in his fractured mind.
“Shuichi-san, was it?”
“Neo.” The response was automatic. “Call me Neo.”
Rick nodded and walked further into the room. He nodded subtly to the keyboard and Neo waved him to it, stepping out of the way. “It’s too slow.”
Neo eyed him for a moment before leaning back against the wall. “Show me.”
Rick took a few moments to play with the keyboard and change a few settings. Then without any warning he was able to mimic what Neo had been playing with almost no effort.
Neo nodded along with it for a moment then stepped up next to Rick. The American stepped out of the way and Neo started the computer recording before incorporating what Rick had done into the song. When the intro had finished he didn’t hesitate to start singing again.
After completing the first chorus he stopped with a contemplative look on his face. “Now if I just had a band built for the song,” he mused to himself.
“Never had that problem with SDS.”
Neo didn’t look up at him or even think before he said it. “No we didn’t.”
When he did look up Rick had a curious expression on his face. “We?”
Neo bit his lip. “It is a long story.”
“I have time and my Japanese is getting better. Want to talk about it?”
Neo glanced at the clock for the first time since Bad Luck’s dinner break. It was just after two in the morning. He rubbed his tired eyes. “Why are you here so late anyway?”
Rick took a moment to answer. Whether he was translating in his head or just deciding what to say didn’t really matter. Neo didn’t care one way or another. Part of him was more than just a little excited to have this part of his ‘dream’ be real. That particular part of him was making itself known in the suddenly too tight confines of his pants. Sex was sex and it had been too long.
“There is something about you. I saw it that first day in Seguchi’s office. I have wanted to talk to you for weeks now, so when I heard that Bad Luck was working late I waited.”
Neo felt a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. “Is that so?” He turned to the computer and saved then locked the file with the recording before shutting everything down. “Well since you went to such lengths to talk to me then it is only fair that I take you to dinner. It’s not too late is it?” He turned back and smiled coyly at Rick.
“Not at all.”
*
Dinner had been mostly idle chat, the subject of the dream carefully avoided. Neo was not particularly concerned with any of the topics and focused more on the way that Rick licked the ends of his chopsticks after every bite. The dream Rick had been wonderful in bed and Neo couldn’t help but want to try it out in the real world.
There was the faintest protest to this thought from the recesses of his mind where Shuichi's consciousness slept most of the time. Apparently the idea of being ‘unfaithful’ to Eiri had been enough to wake the brat up. However Neo paid the voice no mind and continued to talk his way into what he hoped would be a very satisfying night.
*
Eiri gritted his teeth. When he took a break from his writing in order to get something to eat he had remembered that he had forgotten to go shopping. This was why he was standing in front of one of his and Shuichi's favorite little all night eateries. He couldn’t bring himself to go in though. The sight of his lover blatantly flirting with another man was too much for him.
‘So that’s what it comes to then? I just couldn’t compete with the constant temptations.’ Eiri felt a biter rage swell in the back of his throat until he might choke on it. So consumed was he in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the pair get up until the door next to him opened. When he looked over he wished he hadn’t.
The foreigner, because that all he could be with what he was doing, was breaking one of Japan’s taboos. As soon as they had cleared the door the bigger man had pushed Eiri’s Shuichi against the wall and started kissing him… in public… and Shuichi didn’t seem to care in the least.
Unbidden a cry of disgust left Eiri’s lips. The couple looked up. Shuichi's lips almost instantly turned into a cold smirk while his companion looked at Eiri with a benign expression of disinterest.
Neo pushed Rick away gently and turned to Eiri. “Well, well, if it isn’t the old flame.” He took a few slow sultry steps toward Eiri until he was close enough to lean in and whisper in the others ear. “It hurts to see what you can’t have, isn’t it?” He jerked back from Eiri and started laughing.
Eiri didn’t think, he didn’t breath, his hand simply flew. Shuichi's laughter died on his lips instantly.
Neo covered the reddening handprint on his cheek. He heard Rick’s hasty steps come up behind him, but before the man could pass he held out his hand to stop him. Neo’s eyes glowed in an almost sinister light. “I would recommend that you didn’t do that again.”
“What the hell is happening to you Shuichi?”
Neo shook his head and started to turn. “I’m sorry, Shuichi isn’t at home at the moment, but if you would like to leave a message I would be happy to tell you where to shove it.” He looked back over his shoulder at Eiri, but this time all emotion seemed to have left him. “Things can never go back to how they were. You need to move on. I’m not your play thing anymore.”
As Shuichi started to walk away Eiri tried to grab his arm and pull him back. Before he could make contact with the little singer a fist impacted on his jaw. Eiri blinked several time before trying to pick himself up off the pavement. “Stay down,” growled a low voice. “He told to it was over, now leave off.”
Eiri blinked up at the man and his heavy American accent. “I don’t know what is going on yet, but don’t get to comfortable. Shuichi is mine.”
Rick laughed, seemingly unsurprised by Eiri perfect yet accented English. “Don’t count on that.”
Rick turned back to Neo who was watching Eiri with a blank expression. After a moment the pair walked off and Eiri continued to sit on the ground until they were out of site.
He picked himself up and turned in the direction of his apartment, his hunger forgotten.
*
The song was Him’s Wings of a Butterfly.
Do to an e-mail that I received I am going to give you guys who don’t quite get what is happening one little clue: If you think that this sounds like something out of Fight Club, you wouldn’t be totally wrong.
So? Too much? Not enough? There is more to come.