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Kin no Shuichi

Written by:
Chochowilliams

Disclaimer: I do not
own Gravitation or the characters from it.� I do not make any money from the writing of
this story.

Summary:� Things were good.� Or so Shuichi thought, but one mistake by
Eiri could throw everything they�ve worked so heard for out the window.

Chapter Summary:� Shuichi ponders what to get his husband for
his birthday.

Warning: M/M,
romance, angst, OOC-ness, language, Shuichi/Eiri, implied Eiri/oc, implied
Shuichi/oc

Insert: �If I Die
Tomorrow� by Motley Crue

A/N:� Thank you to Mrs. Hatake Itachi, Miyabi-Elegance, lilgurlanima,
Acherona for your reviews.� I wanted this to get out on Monday for the
twenty-third of February is Eiri�s birthday, but oh, well.� Here it is.�
Enjoy!

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Chapter 7.5: A Gravitation Birthday: Eiri

Restless, Shuichi gnawed on
his fingernail.� Growing frustrated, he
flung his hand down and paced up and down the hall, drilling his fingers
against his hips.� Blowing out a heavy
puff of air, Shuichi raked his fingers through his hair and then linked his
fingers behind his head.� Pausing halfway
between Eiri�s study and the guest bedroom, Shuichi stared up at the ceiling;
he then tipped his head to the side and stared across the hall into the
dressing room.� His reflection stared
back at him from the full length mirror hanging from the wall. Dropping his
hands, he strode up to Eiri�s closed study door and raised his hand to knock,
but before he could, the door opened.�
Shuichi jumped back in shock.�
After getting hold of himself, Shuichi prodded his silent partner.� �So?�

Eiri returned to his desk
without a word.

�Ei~ri,� Shuichi whined his
complaint as he followed him into the study.

�It didn�t suck.�

Shuichi�s face brightened at
the rare compliment.� �Really?�

��So this�� What was the guy�s name?� �Yashi- (1)�

�Yoshi,� Shuichi corrected
peevishly.

�Whatever. This is the
magazine your friend owns?�� And his
supposedly �straight� friend at that.

�Yup!�� Suddenly, Shuichi cocked his head, listening.

�What?�

�Sayo�s awake.�

��Huh?�� Eiri didn�t hear a thing�then he heard
it.� Muffled crying.� Eiri started to stand, but Shuichi was
already starting out the door.

�I�ve got it.�

Eiri watched Shuichi vanish
out the door.� Sighing, he reached for
his pack of cigarettes and clamped one between his lips.� He tossed the nearly empty pack back on his
desk and grabbed his silver lighter.� It
sprang to life in his skillful hands.�
The flame danced hypnotically.� He
lifted the lighter until the tip of his cigarette was engulfed.� His gaze caught sight of the printed
sticker.� There was a pang in his
heart.� He took the cigarette out of his
mouth and gazed down at the picture of a younger Shuichi.� His baka.� An ache tightened his chest.� Palming the lighter, Eiri dropped his head
back against the top of the chair.�
Shuichi was much too good for him.�
�I don�t deserve�someone like him.�

+---+---+

Humming softly, Shuichi
entered the kitchen carrying his wailing eight week old daughter.

Born the thirty-first of
January at quarter to eight in the morning, weighing six pounds, fifteen
ounces, Sayo Ai Shindou-Uesugi entered this world by c-section.

Eiri and he had debated long
and hard over whether they would go through the tormentuous rigors of the
adoption process or hire a surrogate mother.�
They weighed the pros and cons of each for weeks.� Eventually, it was decided that they would
try their luck with finding a woman to carry their child.� If that did not pan out, then they would turn
to their backup.� Adoption.� It did not matter to either of them if the
child was blood or not.� All they wanted
was a child to raise and love.

The woman they found was Mai
Yushigaki.� She just so happened to be
Suguru Fujisaki�s mother�s cousin�s daughter.�
The twenty-one year old worked at NG Productions as a sound
engineer.� She worked on Bad Luck�s last
album and was currently working with Nittle Grasper on their new CD.� She was a very quiet, beautiful woman who had
given birth to an equally if not even more beautiful baby girl.

Teeny, pale complected with
big dark chocolate eyes and a crop of blond-blond hair, Sayo looked like a
female clone of Eiri.� She was so
adorably cute.� Eiri claimed that Sayo may
have his looks, but she had Shuichi�s features.�
Shuichi didn�t see it. Maybe in the large, round eyes and the big set of
lungs, but then again all babies had those attributes.� But Eiri said their daughter had his features
and Shuichi had to believe that, even if he could not see it.

It brings out the worst in me

When you�re not around

I miss the sound of your voice

The silence seems so loud

�Cause there�s no one else

Since I found you

I know it�s been so hard

You should know

If I die tomorrow

As the minutes fade away

I can�t remember

Have I said all I can say?

You�re my everything

You make me feel so alive

If I die tomorrow (2)

Humming again, Shuichi
reached into the refrigerator for one of Sayo�s bottles.� It was a good thing they had a side by side
model.� Otherwise trying to find anything
with a baby on his arms would be very difficult.� Pulling off the cap with his teeth, Shuichi
spit it into the sink and placed the bottle of milk in the microwave.� As the hum of the microwave filled the
kitchen, Shuichi realized that his daughter�s deafening howls had quieted.� �Better than any bottle, huh?�� He swayed gently from side to side,
chuckling.

Sayo stared up at him with
her large, round dark eyes.

�Ya know,� Shuichi continued,
�Daddy claims that my singing annoys him, but ya know what?� Daddy�s all talk.� Know why?��
Shuichi checked over his shoulder.�
The coast was clear.� He dropped
his voice.� �Daddy actually l9oves my
voice.� Just don�t go spreading it
around, okay?�

The din from the microwave�s
timer going off echoed through the kitchen.

�Daddy�ll never admit that he
thinks my voice is like that of an angel,� Shuichi winked.

Taking the bottle of now warm
milk out of the microwave, Shuichi laid the nipple against Sayo�s lips.� Immediately, she latched onto it and started
sucking away aggressively.� Once, again
swaying back and forth, Shuichi started humming again as he smiled down at his
daughter.

Daughter.

He was a father.� Who ever would have thought?

Shuichi blinked away the threat
of stinging tears just beginning to cloud his sight and cleared his tightening
throat.� He had everything now.� A great career, a wonderful, loving husband
and a gorgeous baby girl.

His gaze swept over the
kitchen and when they landed on the calendar hanging on the wall besides the
phone, his violet eyes lit up.� �Daddy�s
birthday is in a couple weeks.�� He
couldn�t believe it had nearly slipped his mind.� What kind of partner did that make him?� �Hm.�
What should we get him?�

An image of him burning
Eiri�s pile of Playboy magazines out on the balcony flashed through his
head.� Shuichi smirked as the devilish
fun he had that night came flooding back.�
There�d been a picture of his warpath destruction in all the tabloids
the next day.� �Shuichi�s Rampage� the
headlines had screamed.� Over the years,
they�d gotten into the habit of ignoring as best they could the filthy trash
that made the rounds, unless it was particularly harmful or damaging and even
then Tohma handled it.� When those pictures
of Shuichi and the burning magazines came out, they issued no statement.� What could they say?� Shuichi Shindou explodes into a jealous fit?

Whatever.

But it did give him a
brilliant idea.� Shuichi�s smile morphed
into a toothy grin.

+---+---+

(Two Weeks Later)

Yawning, Eiri strolled into
the lobby of his condominium building.�
He gave his heads a violent shake to clear away the gathering
haziness.� He blinked his aching, gritty
eyes to keep the gleaming marble and gold in focus as he strolled toward the
elevator.� It wasn�t even eight o�clock
yet and he was already exhausted.� He
could barely keep his eyes open.� But
that was what happened when you went to bed in the wee hours of the morning
after being up for over forty-eight hours straight only to wake up a couple
hours later in order to make it in time to do some three minute interview on
the morning news.� Then after that it was
off to do a book singing on the opposite side of the city.� Then it was off to the university to fill in
for some author who�d been scheduled to give a lecture on �adapting your
writing style to different formats and assignments for classroom and business
use� but who�d cancelled at the last possible second.� He swore he was this close to firing Kanna
Mizuki for someone who didn�t constantly have him running around Japan ragged
and still demanded he turn in his manuscripts on time.� Damn woman was going to be the death of
him.� He swore.

�Mr. Ueusgi, sir,� a voice
entered his mind muddled from lack of sleep.

Eiri barely suppressed a
groan.� The only thing he wanted was to
collapse into a dead sleep and not wake up for a week, at the earliest.� Instead, he detoured to the front desk.� �Yes?�

The man reached under the
desk and produced a manila envelope.�
�This came for you.�

It was relatively
flexible.� If he had to hazard a guess,
Eiri would have to say that it was a catalogue of some sort.� Or maybe a magazine.� But he has never received anything of that
sort in a manila envelope since he applied to college.� Usually, the catalogues came as is and the
magazines arrived in plastic wrap.�
Strange.� He didn�t remember
ordering anything either.� Maybe Shuichi
did?� It would be just like the baka.�
Since Shuichi did not have a credit card or debit card (he tended to
lose them), he used Eiri�s if he wanted to buy something, which resulted in
numerous packages arriving in his name.

�Brat.�

He wondered what his husband
ordered this time.

�Thanks,� he muttered to the
man.� What was his name? Naoki?� Whatever.

Eiri swore that if Shuichi
bought more useless junk, he�d kill him.�
His mind was made up as the elevator doors slid closed.

+---+---+

�Shu,� he called as he set
the package on the raised portion of floor before him.� Shrugging out of his coat, Eiri hung it up in
the closet.� Then stepping out of his
shoes, he slid into his slippers and placed his shoes in the closet besides
Shuichi�s. Picking up the manila envelope, he walked into the house and set it
on the table as he cut his way to the living room.

The television was on the
music channel.� Apparently, Shuichi had
had either muted the TV, or he�d suddenly gone deaf, not that it would surprise
him if he had, for the singer on the screen with her contingent of dancers
behind her were moving to silence.

He leaned over the sofa.� �Shu-�

There curled up on the sofa
with his back to the TV was his husband.�
His soft snores filled the unusual silence of the condo.� In his arms in a pair of pink footy pajamas
was their daughter.� Her blond hair was
mused.� It reminded him of his hair in
the morning.� Both mother and daughter
(Eiri chuckled silently) were sleeping soundly.�
Guess he wasn�t the only one asleep on his feet.

So, cute, he thought.

Bending over the back of the
sofa, Eiri very gently, so as to not wake either Sayo or Shuichi, lifted his
daughter out of his husband�s arms.�
Cradling the almost three-month-old, Eiri carried her to her crib.� She didn�t so much as twitch.� Just like Shuichi, Eiri decided.� Reluctantly, he silently crept out of the
nursery and back into the living room.�
Shuichi had not moved an inch.

Eiri snickered.� The baka
always seemed so tired nowadays.� Not
only was Shuichi in the middle� of
recording a new Bad Luck CD, but he was in talks to put out a cologne and a
clothing line based on his stage attire (dear God, why?) and he was also
raising a rambunctious three-month-old.�
How Shuichi did it all without collapsing was beyond him.

�Careful, Shu-chan.�
If you don�t slow down, you�re going to regret it,� he warned him at one point not to long ago.

�NO worries, Eiri.�

Uh, huh.� We�ll see.

Not bothering to take the
risk that he might disturb him, Eiri decided to let Shuichi be.� Unlike their old couch, the new sofa was like
dying and going to Heaven.� Taking a
blanket out of a hidden compartment in the coffee table, Eiri tucked it around
his sleeping baka.� Planting a chaste kiss on Shuichi�s temple,
he whispered, �I love you,� knowing that his conscious mind wouldn�t hear the
words, but his unconscious mind would.

In his sleep, Shuichi smiled
beautifully and curled up tighter under the blanket.

Straightening, Eiri
suppressed a yawn.� After turning off the
television, he stumbled his way to the bedroom, half asleep on his feet and collapsed
face first onto the bed.� He was asleep within
seconds.

The manila envelope lay
forgotten on the dining room table.

+---+---+

When he woke the next
morning, it was to a TV try sitting next to the bed.� There was a single red rose in a crystal tube
vase and his glasses were sitting atop the manila envelope from yesterday.� Curious, Eiri sat up and reached for the
envelope.� Ripping open the sealed flap,
he pulled out a single sheet of paper.

He slid his glasses on.� �Dear Eiri,� the letter began, �I wasn�t sure
what to get you for your birthday, but than I remembered trashing your girly
magazines.� So, I decided to replace
them.� Hope you enjoy it.� Happy Birthday.� Love, Shuichi.�

�Hm.�

Unexpected.� Hadn�t Shuichi hated those Playboy magazines?� Why would he replace something he nearly
burned down the house to destroy?� Eiri
shrugged, deciding not to think about it too much.

Setting the note down, Eiri
reached into the manila envelope and pulled out what did indeed turn out to be
a magazine, but it was not the Playboy
he had been expecting.� Instead, what he
was staring at was a magazine that had a photograph of Shuichi wrapped amidst yards
of white mesh writhing nude on a bed fit for a princess printed on the cover.� The look on his face had Eiri developing a
morning woody like he�d never had before.�
It was an expression that he has seen countless times before.� An expression that reminded Eiri that Shuichi
was by far an innocently na�ve school boy.�
An expression only he, Eiri, was privy too.

Eiri exhaled a shuttered
breathe.

He flipped through the
magazine.� Golden eyes widened more and
more with each page that he turned.

�Like it?�

Eiri�s head snapped up and
around.

Shuichi was standing in the
doorway.� His hands were hidden behind
his back.� The toes of his right foot dug
holes into the carpet.� Nibbling on his
lips, he peered at Eiri uncertainly through a fall of his pink bangs before quickly
dropping his gaze.� �I, uh, called Yoshi
and he helped me make it for you.�

Fury raced through Eiri fast
and furiously.� Yoshio Nakamura saw his Shuichi naked?� He watched as his Shuichi posed so provocatively?�
He was there when Shuichi spread his legs for him?� Oh.� No.�
Oh.� Hell.� No.�
That guy was dead.� D-E-A-D.� Bastard!

Reading his mind, Shuichi
crossed the room and maneuvered himself into Eiri�s arms.� Wrapping his arms around Eiri�s neck, he laid
his head against Eiri�s shoulder.� �Don�t
worry.� Yoshi�s straight.� He got no pleasure out of this except in
being able to help me.�

Eiri narrowed his eyes.� So he says, he thought.� He had a vow to keep an eye on Shuichi�s
friend.

�So?�

�Hm?�

�Do you like my present?�

Eiri smiled at his
husband.� He reached out and tucked a
stray strand of hair behind Shuichi�s ear.�
�Very much so.�

�Really?�

�Really.�

Shuichi squealed and threw
himself at Eiri.� �I love you, Eiri.� Happy birthday.�

Eiri held Shuichi close and
breathed in his scent.� He didn�t deserve
this pink-haired baka, came the
thought once again.

---TBC---

(1) �Yashi� �
palm tree, coconut palm

(2) �If I Die
Tomorrow� by Motley Crue

Preview:� �In
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