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 Seven

Shuichi was lying back against a very comfortable rock that was all smooth and lovely. The hot water was swirling around his pale throat. It all felt so good. His whole body was beginning to feel like a limp noodle.

He gazed up at the clear blue sky and closed his eyes. The sound of chirping birds were all around him.

He raised his hands up and splashed some of the mineral infused water onto his face. All he wanted right now was for Yuki to call him.

Was that asking for too much? All he wanted was to hear, “How are you feeling, Shuichi?” He just wanted to know that Yuki was thinking about him and cared.

“Why?” He caught himself asking his sad looking reflection frowning back at him from the misty water. “Why am I constantly putting myself through this same pain?”

He stood up and waded over to where he had his cell phone laying. Why had Yuki not called him back? He had waited patiently. He was now going to call him again. This not answering his damn cell phone was beginning to piss him off.

He got Yuki’s icy voicemail once again and his wild temper exploded. He has had enough of this moo shit! He was really going to let the mean ass hole have it this time!

The voicemail suddenly beeped and he was instantly as timid as a pink fuzzy bunny frolicking in a field of yummy looking lollypops. His voice was as soft and gentle as the misty water flowing around him.

“Hi, Yuki,” he said with a tiny cough that had snuck upon him without an invitation. “I was just wondering if everything was all right. You never called me back. I miss you…I love you. Call me back?”

He flipped his phone shut and sat it back down once more. The hot water pooled around his narrow waist as he waded back to his hidden spot.

Silent tears were streaming from his violet eyes as he took his seat. He didn’t know what to do. Why did it have to hurt so damn much?

Is Yuki really that upset with me? It was only bathwater! I’ll pay for the fucking bill!

“What did I do?” He asked the dancing mist in the sunlight.

A warm breeze on his wet cheeks was his only answer.

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Yuki listened to the annoying voicemail and rolled his molten amber eyes. He was so sick and tired of listening to that damn brat’s whining.

He was so fucking annoying. He was always doing the most idiotic things and would then cry at the drop of a hat.

He put his head back down on his pillow and yawned. He rolled over, looking into the face of the ghost that haunted him.

“Good morning, Eiri,” the mirror image of the dead smiled at him. “Was it good for you?”

Yuki grinned and it could have frozen the heart of a volcano. “That is starting to irk me.”

Long blonde hair fell around that pretty face, followed by a giggle from soft pink lips. “Is it now?”

“Yes,” Yuki said, moving in for a morning kiss and a cure for his hardness.

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Ryuichi walked out to the spring, looking around for Shuichi. He had Kumagoro in his protective bubbled and waded out into the misty hot water. It felt so nice.

“Shuichi?” He asked, looking around, wondering where he could be. Was it somehow possible that they had missed each other?

That was when he heard a soft sniffle and a gentle splash over near a nice boulder. He swam over with Kumagoro floating along beside him.

“Are you playing hide and seek, Shuichi?” He asked, waving mist out of his face. “Am I it?”

A beautiful face rose up out of the misty water before him. It looked haunted by a deep internal sadness and the smile that graced those sultry red lips was filled with hidden pain.

That cotton candy pink hair was slicked back and it looked like pink ice glittering in the sunlight. Water dripped from that pale flesh like diamond drops.

Molten amethyst eyes were shimmering like wet gemstones that had been caught out in the storm. Silent tears were streaming from their corners.

Ryuichi stepped forward and Shuichi collapsed against him. His smaller frame was trembling and shook with pain filled sobs.

Ryuichi gently helped him over to where they were in the shallows. It would not do for the two of them to drown. That would really piss Touma off and he did not want to be a zombie.

“What is it, Shuichi?” He asked, already guessing at the obvious answer.

Shuichi gripped his shoulders, nails digging into Ryuichi’s golden flesh. It made the older man gasp in some discomfort.

He looked up into brilliant blue eyes that were radiating such warmth. There was no hint of coldness anywhere within their depths.

“Yuki hates me!” Shuichi wailed, sobbing against his naked chest. “He won’t answer his phone and he’s not calling me back!”

Ryuichi rested his chin on top of Shuichi’s head and cooed to him a soft little melody. Why did Shuichi put up with the poop head? Was he blinded by his love for the cruel man?

“He’s a very busy man, Shuichi,” Ryuichi told him in a soothing tone. “He is probably at a very boring meeting and wishes he could call you.”

He gave the smaller man a gentle squeeze and hummed to him some more. All he wanted was for Shuichi to smile. This being depressed was not sparkly and it was not going to make him feel any better either.

“You think so?” Shuichi asked, tears still streaming from his eyes like water from a broken fountain.

Ryuichi wanted to tell him “hell no” but decided against it. That would only make him cry even harder. It would not do to tell him the truth.

He knew men like Eiri Yuki and how they fed off the dreams of the innocent, tossing them aside like trash whenever they no longer shined with hope. He was terrified that Shuichi would no longer shine. He could not allow that to happen.

Ryuichi also knew that Shuichi was a very strong person as well. As long as he had his friends by his side, he would bounce back. It would just take some time.

Eiri Yuki had just better pray to whatever Deity of Ice he worshipped that he was no where near when he breaks Shuichi’s heart. He would beat the hell out of the poop head with a carrot salad.

“You’ll be okay,” Ryuichi smiled, handing him a yummy blue lollypop he pulled out from behind Shuichi’s ear. “With the power of my PRETTY SHINY and KUMAGORO’S BEAM, there shall be no more crying…for at least the rest of the time we’re here.”

Shuichi sniffled and took the lollypop from him, sticking it into his mouth. It tasted like watermelon.

“I’m glad we’re friends,” Shuichi told him. “I’d be…”

Ryuichi put a finger to his lips, stopping him. He smiled and poked his nose. “We’re here to have fun, Shuichi. No more tears?”

Shuichi nodded, loving this warmth. He felt like he was glowing. If only he could feel this kind of warmth all the time.

“There’s my Sparkly,” Ryuichi beamed and it was blinding. “TAG!”

Shuichi blinked as the brunette splashed off with Kumagoro. He rubbed his nose and splashed off after the two of them.

He was not going to cry anymore. The ball was now in Yuki’s court. He could call him from now on.

“Can’t catch us,” Ryuichi called out, jumping away with a surprised yelp when Shuichi pounced out of the mist, causing him to drop Kumagoro.

Shuichi snatched the bubble bunny and grinned. “Now we’re both it.”

“TRAITOR!” Ryuichi bellowed, pointing at the fuzzy pink traitor. “NO CARROTS FOR A MONTH!”

The older singer suddenly gulped and jumped behind a rock when Kuma was launched at him. He laughed and dove under the water just millimeters from being hit.

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Touma was tapping his fingers on the armrest, glaring poisonous green apples at Bad Luck’s manager. His left eye was purple and his gorgeous bottom lip was busted. He must have fired K fifteen times during the fight and the bitch was still up in his face.

Both of K’s eyes were black. He looked like a fucking raccoon. His hair was scorched and his fist hurt from where he had missed his boss’s head, punching a hydrant instead.

The two of them immediately put their oversized sunglasses on. It was very stylish. They were so hot they could set the sprinklers off.

“What the hell is taking them so long?” Touma hissed, running a brush through his fucked up hair.

K folded his arms over his scorched chest and turned his face away from him. He was not in a speaking mood right now.

Touma fought to keep from gawking at him. Was the worm giving him the silent treatment?

He launched his brush at him, K dodged, and it cracked the bulletproof window behind his blond head. His nostrils flared in outrage and he snarled. “I did not give you permission to dodge!”

A bead of sweat ran down K’s cheek. Just how hard had the bitch thrown that damn thing?

Touma picked up his cell phone, ignoring the barrel of a gun poking against his right cheek. He dialed Ryuichi once more. He got that same annoying goddamned voice mail once again.

“When I find you,” he said in his most pleasant voice ever. “I’m going to kill you dead. See you soon, Ryu.”

He flipped his phone shut and bitch slapped the gun out of his face. The gun went off, shattering the “bulletproof” window next to his head.

A shrill shriek echoed and the limo was bouncing up and down with quite an attitude.

“I’m going to tear out your eyes and wear them as earrings!” Touma yelled, kicking and hissing.

K cackled as he pulled at his hair. “Bring it on, bitch!”

“Oh, I’ll bring it all right!” Touma screamed, grabbing him by the nose. “I’ll bring it right up your ass!”

Another gunshot went off for good measure in case nobody was paying any attention.

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Mr. Sakano rasied his head up and looked away from all the beef that Mr. Seguchi had sent him to buy a package of. “Did you hear gunfire?”

Some random bitch shrugged his shoulders. He had no idea why he was even in this store. The last thing he remembered was being at home in bed about to masterbate to a picture of hunky Tom Welling.

Noriko was pulling Hiro away from the hair product section and bribing Suguru with a picture of a brand new shiny keyboard to help her with him. They should never have been allowed to exit the limo without a fucking shock collar around their necks.

“AHHHHIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!” Mr. Sakano shrieked at the top of his lungs. “I DON’T KNOW WHICH GRADE TO BUY! I’M A VEGETARIAN FOR CHRIST’S SAKE! WHAT AM I DOING HERE?”

The same random bitch shrugged again. “Wow! That one looks like a large penis.”

Sakano took off like a rocket, flying around all over the damn place. The poor dear needed a good doctor and lots of fun pills to take. Perhaps some pretty purple ones. They were nice.

Hiro ran a hand through his long red locks and picked up a package of two boneless beef steaks. “These should do for their bruising.”

Suguru nodded and shot Mr. Sakano down with the slingshot he had “borrowed” from his crazy cousin. He watched Noriko drag him by an ankle up to the checkout counter. She was the one who the plastic.

An explosion shook the store and Noriko ducked down with the others. “I’m going to carve out their hearts…”

“And become young and beautiful once more?” Hiro asked, only to receive a punch to the gut.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ONCE MORE?” She screamed into his ear.

“HOLY SHIT!” That same random bitch screamed. “THERE IS A MOTHER FUCKING TANK OUT THERE BLOWING UP SHIT!”

“That’s no tank, you dumb ass,” an elderly looking women said, “That’s some creepy ass Star Wars shit right there.”


“Ahhhhhh…ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…ahhhhhhhhhhh,” Mr. Sakano was saying. It sounded just like a spooky ass death rattle.

“SHUT UP!” Noriko hissed, smacking him across the head. “I don’t have time to fight off THE GRUDGE right now!”

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Yuki rolled over to see that the ghost was no longer in bed with him. He sat up and looked around his empty hotel bedroom. He could hear no sounds but his own breathing.

He stretched like a giant cat of prey and fell back against his fluffy pillow. What had he been doing? He couldn’t really seem to remember? Had it all been a dream? Had it been real?

It felt as though his mind was being shrouded in a thick mist that not even light could penetrate. He glanced over at the clock and sighed at the big red numbers.

He needed to get up and take a shower. He had a ton of books to sign today for a bunch of lovesick idiots.

He yawned and rolled out of the bed. A nice hot shower was exactly what he needed.

He also needed to call that damn brat back before he drowned himself in a puddle of tears. The image of that had him chuckling. Shuichi was such an idiot. Maybe he would let him drown a little longer. The damn brat gave the best head jobs whenever he got affection.

He looked out his window and sighed. He missed his own bed.

TBC…

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Kumagoro says HELLOOOOOOOOO!

Flora.