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Best of Intentions

By: Ashley
folder Gravitation › General
Rating: Adult +
Chapters: 1
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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.

Best of Intentions

I do not own the rights to Gravitation, so please don’t
sue me. I do not make any money from my writing. Thanks.


 This is my first Gravitation fic!


Archived at: MM, FF, The Vault


 


 


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It had almost been a whole year since Yuki had returned to
Japan after facing his demons that still haunted him back in New York. The
memories were still there, in the back of his mind, but he now had the strength
to keep them there, at bay. His strength was a bundle of energy that bounced
around in a magenta blur at the moment at his side. The cause for the
excitement, like Shuichi needed a cause for it, it was moving day. The high-rise
apartment just wasn’t enough anymore. That was what Yuki had told the young
singer.  The scant furnishings were
packed into a moving truck and quickly relocated several blocks away in a
quieter neighborhood.


 


“Yuki! I can’t believe you’re giving me my own room
to put all of my stuff in. I’m going to put my Nittle Grasper posters up and
my awards, and…”


 


“And if you don’t calm down, you’ll be sleeping in
there as well.”  Shuichi frowned,
it was just like Yuki to use idle threats to get him to stop bouncing off the
walls, but nothing was deterring him from total excitement of the new home.


 


“Can we get a cat? Or maybe even a dog?”


 


“How about neither?”


 


“Yuki! Pets are nice, you’ll see!”


 


“How about a goldfish? It’s quiet, and it doesn’t
need to be taken for a walk. I don’t think you could kill it.”


 


“But you can’t have fun with a fish! Come on, Yuki!
Please?” Gold eyes regarded his lover for a moment, knowing full well that
Shindou Shuichi wouldn’t leave the topic alone until he said yes. Granted,
Yuki didn’t care for pets, but this could be just the thing to keep the young
singer out of his hair while he was busy writing his new novel. The dead line
was coming soon for his latest installment in a long running romance series.


 


“Yes, fine. Nothing big or makes a lot of noise!”
Shuichi stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide as he stared at his koibito. Did
he hear him right? He never thought he’d win the discussion of pets in a
million years!


 


“Oh, Yuki!” Shuichi clamped on to Yuki’s chest,
pulling the blonde down into a fiery kiss before sprinting ahead towards the new
house.


 


“Giving into him already, Eiri-san? I thought you did not
want pets?” Seguchi Tohma asked, startling the young novelist. Tohma always
had a knack of being some place and no one knowing he was there.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> 


 


“If it will keep him from pouncing on me all the time,
it’s worth a try.” Yuki answered, lighting up his cigarette as they
continued to walk. What more could Yuki ask for now? He had his new outlook on
life, a hyper lover, and a new home. But his mind had other things to worry
about, but they were set on the back burner for the moment.


 


“Oi! Don’t scratch that!” Yuki’s voice bellowed
loudly at the moving men carrying in his desk.


 


“Don’t worry Eiri-san, I’ll take care of them.”
Tohma smiled, going to work on the moving people with his high stature of power.
No one dared to upset the president of NG Records or face Tohma’s wrath. Yuki
shook his head with a loud sigh. Moving day just wasn’t one of his favorite
activities. Upon entering the new home, he could hear his lover talking quite
loudly from one of the back rooms along with another hyper voice right after
Shuichi’s.


 


 


“It’s boring, Shuichi! Have to make it shiny!”
Ryuichi’s voice was loud as he produced a box of crayons from his jacket.


 


“I don’t think Yuki would like you coloring on the
walls, Sakuma-san.”


 


“It’s not me, Shuichi! Kumagoro wants to make it shiny
for Shuichi!”


 


“Well, in that case…”


 


“Hold it right there!” Shuichi squeaked, with a purple
crayon poised over the stark whitel. Yl. Yuki stood in the doorway, arms crossed
looking at the two hyper singers with the box of crayons. There was no way in
hell he was about to let them graffiti his house with kindergarten drawings.


 


“Uh, hi Yuki. Sakuma-san was just helping me…”
Shuichi smiled widely, hiding the offensive purple writing implement behind his
back.


 


“No! Give me the crayons now.” Ryuichi frowned, why
wasn’t he allowed to make Shuichi’s room shiny and pretty? With a pouty
look, Ryuichi handed over the box of colors, watching Yuki snatch them away and
leave the room quickly.


 


“Sorry, Sakuma-san. I’ll get them back for you.”


 


“Na no da! I have markers too!”


 


 


As thy dry dragged on, the new home was starting to look,
as it should. Paintings and pictures were placed on the walls. Furniture was set
up in their proper place. Tohma had even lefnly nly to return with much needed
grocery items for the bare kitchen. Yuki had protested, but with a simple
reminder from the president of the two hyper genkis in the house, Yuki changeis mis mind about leaving. He didn’t feel like returning to a destroyed house.
Instead, he took charge of the bedroom, putting away clothing and making the
large bed.


 


“Why the hell did that baka pack these?” Yuki tossed
the dresses that his koibito had kept, simple reminders of his foolish nature.
All because he loved Yuki. The novelist shook his head, a small smile drawn to
his lips. Shuichi would do just about anything to keep him.


 


His frown deepened. There at the bottom of one of the empty
boxes lay the letters that prompted the move. A move that Yuki did without
second thought.  Threats to his life
and the life of his boyfriend, Shu-chan. Most people were understanding of their
relationship, but some still felt it was unnatural for two men to love one
another. Within the last few months, letters had made their way to Yuki
threatening to take the life of one Shindou Shuichi. The threats against him he
refused to acknowledge, it was the ones that were placed against his magenta
haired lover that he took to heart.


 


“Eiri-san?” Tohma’s voice brought the blonde haired
author from his musing, his fist clenching the letters tightly.


 


“No one knows that you’ve moved yet. It won’t be long
before people find out.” Yuki nodded in agreement. How hard was it to track
someone like Shuichi? He gave it a matter of a few weeks before the threats
started once again.


 


“As long as I can keep him safe.”


 



 


“So what do you think of your new place, Shuichi-kun?”
Hiro asked while tuning his guitar. Fujisaki grumbled under his breath, wasn’t
this supposed to be a rehearsal?


 


“Oi! You should see it! It’s much bigger than the old
place, and Yuki gave me my own room to put all my Nittle Grasper collection
in.”


 


“So I’ve heard.” The red head laughed, turning up the
volume on his amp and strumming a few cords of a new song.


 


“Are we going to practice, or are we going to talk about
home décor?” The keyboardist asked, not very happy to be idle.


 


“Fujisaki is right. You have a concert in four days,
Shuichi-kun.” Sakano agreed, wringing his hands together nervously.


 


“Don’t worry Sakano-san, we’re more than ready
here!” Shuichi exclaimed loudly, twisting the mic stand around in his grasp.


 


“Shuichi, it seems you have an admirer.” It was K’s
voice that cut through the small chatter from the lead singer of Bad Luck.


 


“Those are for me? Oi! I bet Yuki sent them to me! He’s
so sweet to me!” The magehairhaired singer exclaimed, almost tackling the
blonde manager to get the beautiful flower arrangement that he held.


 


“Great, just what we needed, another delay.” Fujisaki
sighed, leaning against his keyboard watching the super hyper Shuichi tear into
the little card with enthusiasm.


 


“So who are they from? Shuichi?” Hiro’s voice trailed
off as he watched the card flutter to the sound studio floor.


 


“I…I…I have to go…” Shuichi grabbed his backpack
from the chair next to the door, racing out quickly.


 


“What the hell?” K was tempted to pull his gun, but
settled on finding out what was printed in the small card that was attached to
the flowers he had brought in.


 


‘Roses are red,


Violets are blue,


Wouldn’t you like to know how I could kill a fag like
you?’


 


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


 


 


The house was quiet, save for the clatter of Yuki’s
keyboard. His koibito wouldn’t be back for atleast another six hours, which
gave him plenty of time to atleast write a few chapters out before his attention
and his sanity were trampled on.


 


The blonde leaned back in his leather chair, slipping a
cigarette out of the pack and lighting it. Shuichi had nagged him about
quitting, but Yuki had told him that it was the only thing that kept him calm,
focused.


 


“I really should quit.” He mused to himself, taking a
long drag, feeling the toxic smoke fill his lungs, quenching his need for
nicotine. But not now. He needed that addictive drug as much as he needed
Shuichi by his side.


 


The d ofd of the front door slamming open and being slammed
shut jarred Yuki from his laptop. The sound of sneaker soles on the hardwood
floors shrieked ferociously before coming to a halt outside his office. Shuichi
stood in the doorway, panting heavily like he had ran all the way from NG
Records, twenty blocks away.


 


“B Wha What’s the matter with you? Did K threaten you
with his gun again?” Yuki questioned, snuffing out the butt of his cigarette
in the nearest ashtray.


 


“Someone is going to kill me!” Shuichi wailed out,
tackling Yuki in his chair.


 


“Damn it!” The blonde growled, now pinned with the full
weight of his lover crying on top of him.


 


“Yuki! I’m going to die!”


 


“What are you talking about?”


 


l\">“I got some flowers at the studio, and I thought they
were from you because they were so beautiful and they were all my favorite
flowers…”


 


“Get to the point already!” Shuichi sniffled, pulling
back away from Yuki’s shoulder to wipe his face with the back of his sleeve.


 


“There was a card with the flowers, Yuki. Tersoerson said
that he was going to kill me!” The novelist faltered slightly, his heart
skipping a beat with his lover’s words.


 


“What exactly did it say Shu-chan?” Yuki’s voice was
now soft, a hand lightly slid up Shuichi’s back, rubbing in comforting
circles.


 


“It was a poem.” Shuichi sniffled before he continued.
“I remember the last part…about wanting to kill a fag like me…Am I a bad
person for loving you?”


 


“No, never.”


 


“Then why did that person send me those flowers with that
horrible card?”


 


“Because some people are jealous. Some people don’t
know what it’s lik be be really in love. Some are down right scared.”


 


“But I’m not scared.”


 


“No you’re not. But I want you to be extra careful.
Just incase.”


 


“You do love me! Yuki!”


 


“Baka.”


 

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