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 Eight

Shuichi was lying on a comfortable mat while eating some tasty strawberry pocky. It was one of his favorite comfort foods ever.

He was also flipping through a pop magazine, checking out the latest trends and sparkly new fads. He wanted to try out something new. He just didn’t know what that something knew was.

Bad Luck was making lots of money now and it made him happy. He could now take care of his younger sister and his mom. They had helped him through so much crap and giving them a comfortable life was the least he could do.

His fingers stopped on the page the instant his eyes caught the shiny black leather outfit. Here was something that would make Yuki drool and paw at him like a horny doggie. It made him smile as he ducked away from the mental bitch slap.

He suddenly blinked as he looked the glistening leather outfit over. What was he doing? Why did he need to dress like this in order to impress and get Yuki’s attention? It was all going to be removed anyway. Didn’t Yuki love him for who he was and not how he looked?

Ryuichi came bouncing into the room, wearing a simple pair of faded jeans that had holes in the knees. He had on a tight fitting black t-shirt with fishnet styled arms. His brown hair was hanging loose and Shuichi noticed the golden highlights in it.

Shuichi quickly looked back down at his magazine. His idol simply looked good in anything…even his silly bunny suit.

“Sparkly, sparkly, Shuichi,” the brunette was singing to himself as he plopped down beside him with Kumagoro dancing in his lap. “What is Shuichi going to wear to the festival?”

Shuichi looked at the pink fuzzy bunny and frowned. What was wrong with what he had on?

He was wearing a bright pair of neon orange shorts and a deep green t-shirt. He knew that it clashed in a way that blinded the masses, but this was him.

“All Shuichi needs is shoes on his feet, Kuma,” Ryuichi grinned. The bunny lowered his head and pounced on Shuichi in apology.

Shuichi’s dark cloud turned into a rainbow, causing Ryuichi to beam. He loved Shuichi just the way he was. He never wanted to the pink haired sparkly to change. He wanted him to glow forever and ever.

“Do you think Yuki loves me for who I am, Ryuichi?” Shuichi asked him in a very soft voice.

Ryuichi would have fallen over but Kumagoro steadied him with his mighty paws…GRR! How the heck was he supposed to answer that honestly without making Shuichi cry?

“Does Shuichi love himself?” Kumagoro asked, tickling his firm tummy.

Shuichi nodded. “Of course I do.”

“Is Shuichi happy being himself?” The bunny asked, pouncing back onto Ryuichi’s lap. He was such a silly bunny, really.

Shuichi nodded. “But Yuki thinks I’m annoying when I’m my normal bouncy self…”

Ryuichi’s beautiful blue eyes narrowed into slits. Thankfully his head was lowered so Shuichi couldn’t see the toxic venom that was gathering in them.

“Then that is Yuki’s loss,” he said in his normal sexy voice, making Shuichi nearly melt right there. “As long as Shuichi is happy being himself, then that is all that really matters.”

“What about Yuki’s happiness?” Shuichi asked, cocking his head to the side. “Shouldn’t I change myself somewhat in order to make him happy?”

Ryuichi did not like where this conversation was going. He had been here once and he was not about to let Shuichi walk into this terrible darkness where nothing sparkled.

He and Kumagoro have been watching him from a distance, making sure that he was never hurt. He could tell that Shuichi was slowly breaking up on the inside and Kuma even said so.

Shuichi was so giving. He was slowly changing everything about himself in order to please Yuki. He was giving all of himself to Yuki. All he asked for in return was love and affection. All Shuichi craved was warmth and kindness.

Yuki would take it all, devour it all, and toss back a few scraps here and there to give Shuichi a sense of false hope that there would be something more just around the next hundred corners. It was as if Shuichi was his doll to do with as he pleased. He could either choose to play with him or break him at will.

“You truly love him that much. Don’t you, Shuichi?” The brunette asked, smile just as bright as ever, loving Shuichi more and more.

Shuichi didn’t really know what to say. He felt so confused and conflicted on the inside. “I…I love him.”

“Do what makes you sparkle, Shuichi,” he said, putting Kuma on his pink head. “If you sparkle, then maybe Mr. Yuki will sparkle, too.”

Shuichi instantly threw his arms around him. “I don’t know what I would do with you…”

Ryuichi coughed.

“And Kumagoro,” he laughed, squeezing them both tight.

Ryuichi put his arms around him, wishing it could be forever. The two of them had so much in common it made the gods on high and below tremble at the horror of it all.

“I don’t know what I would do without me or Kumogoro either,” he laughed, making Shuichi snort.

“I’m going to go change into something else,” Shuichi said, letting them go, getting to his feet.

“Why?” Ryuichi had Kuma to ask him. “You look so cute.”

Shuichi blushed as pink as a cherry blossom. “It might get a little chilly out later.”

Ryuichi and Kuma nodded and watched him walk off with his big duffle bag. He looked down at his bunny.

“As long as he’s happy,” he whispered, suddenly squeezing Kuma to his chest, fighting to keep the tears from falling. “Then I’m happy. His happiness is all I care about, Kuma.”

The bunny nodded and kissed him on the nose before pouncing onto some yummy looking pocky with his name on it. It was sugary goodness.

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Touma removed the piece of beef from his eye when the limo came to a sudden stop. He sat it back down on the white plastic foam tray and quickly put on some hand sanitizer before putting his lovely gloves on.

He was such a bloody mess and K looked worse than hell. The American was looking a little nervous, too. Hiro and Suguru were either drooling over the beef or his beef. He couldn’t quite tell.

Noriko opened up her door and slid out. She looked around her surroundings and gawked. She was completely dumbfounded.

Mr. Sakano was next to slide out and he promptly fainted on the spot. He hit the dirty ground with a thud.

“I want them found,” Touma commanded, getting out, suddenly becoming as still as a statue when the smell assaulted his delicate nostrils.

“Wow,” K said, having an insane laugh at Touma’s expense. “I was wondering why the road was so bumpy.”

Noriko was ripping up the false brochure, screaming about how she hated rabbits. She fucking hated them!

Suguru and Hiro decided not to get out of the limo. It smelled really bad out there and they were afraid, too.

“RYYYUUUIIICHIIII!” Touma screamed, whipping out his flamethrower.

They were in the middle of a goddamned landfill with a giant Kumagoro giving them the LOSER sign. The giant bunny was even grinning down at them while giving it to them, too.

“BURN!” Touma shrieked, sending great plumes of flame at the giant pink plushy.

“NOOOOO!” Noriko cried, seeing what looked to be a fuse sticking out from a badly sewn seam, but the huge explosion told her it was too damn late.

K was howling with insane laughter as they were all blown backwards.

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Shuichi was eating some strawberry flavored shaved ice while watching Ryuichi try and dip out a goldfish. He was not very good at it at all. He kept breaking his paper net. It made him giggle.

“Oh, Shuichi!” The pop legend in disguise wailed, tears flowing from his eyes. “The fishy fish hate me!”

“Eh, I love you,” Shuichi grinned, holding out his hand. “Potsticker?”

Ryuichi blinked and took the offered yummy yum from him. He knew that it was a friendship love, but it was something that he could live with. He poked Kumagoro who was cuddling on top of his head, telling him to hush.

“Come on,” Shuichi said, taking his idol’s bigger hand in his own. “Let’s go watch the dancing.”

Ryuichi allowed the smaller man to lead him and smiled. He loved the way Shuichi’s hand felt. It felt so right holding onto his.

All of the dancers had on detailed billowing garments and elaborate masks representing the forest spirits. They were spinning and leaping in a hypnotic dance of enchanting beauty.

Shuichi saw that there was one dancer who was in the center of all the rest. It looked as if she had on a very simple mask, but the robes looked like shimmering mother of pearl. The garment this spirit wore was even more beautiful than all the other spirits. He then saw that it was made of feathers.

Ryuichi told him that it was the magical dance of the Celestial Maiden who blesses this hot spring with good fortune.

Shuichi caught himself nodding. It was a very beautiful dance and it gave him so many ideas for a new music video.

The dance came to an end and Shuichi gasped when the Maiden removed her silver mask. It was the hot spring owner, Tatsuo.

The audience clapped and the dancers bowed. Tatsuo was smiling his smoky smile and waved to the two of them.

“Everyone,” he said, holding out his hands to calm everyone down. “Thanks to a good friend of mine, I have a very special treat for you all.”

The audience hushed, whispering amongst themselves. It was so exciting. What was going on?

“Ryuichi Sakuma, lead singer of legendary Nittle Grasper is with us tonight!” He announced. “With new pop sensation, Shuichi Shindou of Bad Luck!”

All was instantly silent and then people began screaming. They were all looking around with wide eyes. They didn’t get out much.

Ryuichi giggled at their enthusiasm and bounced through the gawking audience with Shuichi in hand. “Hello, Everyone!”

Young girls fainted when he took off his sunglasses and the older ones suddenly looked hungrier than wolves.

Shuichi was shocked to see that Tatsuo had a small stage erected not too far off. It was suddenly illuminated with lanterns and had some very nice loud speakers hooked up.

Everyone was cheering their names, throwing out random numbers for them to sing.

“Do you feel like singing with me, Shuichi?” Ryuichi asked him, waving to the audience that was gathering around the stage.

Shuichi was about to tell him yes and then he coughed. He shook his head and told him that he would love to hear him sing.

Ryuichi nodded and took the CD from Tatsuo and left Shuichi standing with him. None would dare harass him with the Dragonfly Lady-Man of Doom beside him.

He slipped the CD into the machine and picked up the shiny microphone. “Shuichi has the sniffles, so this song is for him to get better.”

The audience cheered and hushed and Shuichi turned to wave at them again. Some young girls and boys fainted. It was rather comical.

The soft music began to play loud and clear as crystal over the speakers. It was a melody that none recognized. Was it something new?

Come into these arms again
And lay your body down
The rhythm of this trembling heart
It’s beating like a drum
It beats for you, it bleeds for you
It knows not how it sounds
For it is the drum of drums
It is the song of songs

The entire festival audience was captivated by the haunting lyrics and his perfectly pitched vocals. They had never heard anything like it before.

Shuichi was in awe and Tatsuo took notice of this rather quickly. This young man could not take his eyes off Ryuichi. Were those pearls in his violet eyes?

Ryuichi gazed down at Shuichi and smiled. This was a song he had written when he first began to dream of true and everlasting love. He had even written the music himself and recorded it in his spare time. Not even Touma knew about it.

Once I had the rarest rose
That ever deigned to bloom
Cruel winter chilled the bud
And stole my flower too soon
On loneliness
Oh hopelessness
To search the ends of time
For there is in all the world
No greater love than mine

Everyone was hanging onto his every flawless note. It seemed to make all who were listening glow from the inside out.

A sparkling tear fell from Shuichi’s left eye. His idol was a genius and a true God of Song.

He could not take his eyes off of Ryuichi’s radiant being. He looked as if he were burning like a brilliant golden star from within.

Hell, he needed no music. His voice was the music. It touched the soul and made it sparkle like a diamond in pure sunlight.

Ryuichi tossed Shuichi Kumagoro from on top of his head. The pink haired Angel of Music caught him and it made him smile. He threw out his arms and sang from the depths of his radiant soul.

Let me be the only one
To keep you from the cold
Now the floor of heav’n is laid
With stars of brightest gold
They shine for you
They shine for you
They burn for all to see
Come into these arms again
And set this spirit free…

The last note seemed to echo all around with a flawless pitch. Everyone was too stunned to do anything. They were still trying to take it all in.

Shuichi was clapping away and swinging Kumagoro around. Tatsuo was clapping for him as well.

Ryuichi put a hand behind his head and giggled at his speechless audience. “Was it really that corny?”

The audience blinked and suddenly went wild with delayed cheers and whistles. Their claps were like booming thunder.

“BEAUTIFUL!”

“WE LOVE YOU, RYU!”

“GET WELL SOON, SHUICHI!”

“ARE YOU FEELING BETTER NOW, SHUICHI?”

“RYUICHI FOR GOD!”

Ryuichi giggled and waved at them. “Aw, you guys are the best.”

Shuichi wiped the tears from his eyes and jumped when his cell phone began to vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and slightly trembled.

It was Yuki…

TBC…

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Thanks to everyone who has reviewed the last chapter and all the chapters. I LURVE THEM! HUGS!

Kuma says, “HOWDY DO!”

Flora.

Song lyrics owned by the wonderful and talented Annie Lennox.