Aggravation

Chapter One

Hiro/Shuichi

Yaoi

Anal

Blow

Angst

Violence

Gravitation is owned by

Whoever the hell creat

ed it. But I just know t

hat it wasn\'t me, so I d

dont own any of this, o

kay people? None of th

ese charactors, places,

etc belong to me what s

o ever. I just like to pla

y w i t h t h e m .








-2:00 a.m.

Ring. Ring. Riiiiiiing.


\" Unngh... Hello? \"


\" OMFG I\'VE BEEN UP SINCE MIDNIGHT CUZ YUKI MADE ME WATCH THAT LIVING DEAD THING AND IT SCARED ME AND HE JUST WENT TO BED AND LAUGHED AT ME. HIRO! HIRO ARE YOU THERE, HIIIIRO HELLO? HELLO HELLO HELLO? HIRO! \"


\" Shuichi... go to sleep. \"


\" BUT! ... \"


\" Sleep. \"


Snivel \" Okay, Hiro... night... \"


Click.

-2:41 a.m.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.


\" Whaaaaat. \"


\" AHHHHHH HELP ME HIRO I\'M SCAAAARED. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! \"


\" WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? \"


\" WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! \"


\" I DONT CARE \"


Click.

-2:42 a.m.

RING RING RING!!!


\" Uhh... Hiro... do you mind if I uhm... spend the night? \"


Silence.


\" Pleeeeease? CanIcanIcanIcanIcanIcanIcanIcaaaaanI? \"


\" Fine. \"


\" YAY! \"


Click.

Ten minutes.


Approximately how long he bet it would take Shuichi to scuttle seven blocks with a camping sack filled with completely pointless bullshit. But... he couldn\'t entirely blame Shuichi for his severe lack of attention and nurturing, since Eiri Yuki offered neither to the delicate pysche of the pink-haired hyper freak.


Hiroshi lay exhausted in his rumpled sheets, eyes hiding from the burning light of his bedside lamp in the crook of his elbow, his jaw relfexively tightening. Damn him for being such a good friend to Shuichi. The idiot was just lucky he cared about him so damn much.


// I care about him more than that Eiri bastard could ever dream... //


Hiro swallowed the blooming lump in his throat that constricted his breathing slightly at the memory of them before Yuki had tossed himself into the mix by critizing Shuichi\'s work in the first place. Fake make-outs, playing with each others hair and what not to make the fan girls blush. Of coarse then, it had all been a joke. A way to win the cheaply-copied cd\'s Shuichi stayed up all night burning.


// Sometimes... I wonder what it would be like... to really be like that... //


He breathed out a heavy, deep sigh and willed himself to sit up, tiredly rubbing at his face for a moment. He could hear Shuichi gnawing at his front door in the next room, probably chilly from the climb up the complexes stairs.


\" I\'m coming, you. \" He yelled through the door right before opening it, and Shuichi fall inside, practically clinging to Hiroshi on the way down, bringing the tall guitarist with him and the damp weight of his backpack. // Knew it // Hiro thought grimly.


\" HIIIRRRROOO!! \" Shuichi wailed and balled his fists into Hiro\'s shirt front, thusly making Hiro as damp as he was. And it was getting hard to breathe beneath all of this.


\" Shuichi! \" Hiro gasps, struggling to pull away, somehow reminding himself to kick the door shut. Without the light from outside to brighten the main room, Shuichi screamed, being pitched it darkness, minus the light from the turning hallway.


\" Geez, will you calm down, spaz? \"


Hiro flicked on the night, completely a mess; hair knotted and frizzed at the top, his shirt completely damp as well as the flannel sleeping pants he had been wearing. Shuichi looked even more mizerable; he was still wearing the concert clothes from before, which, naturally, were skimpy and close fitting, probably false leather. His pink hair sagged infront of his make-smeared face, where he had been crying.


\" You look like shit. \" Hiro couldnt help but say. Shuichi\'s eyes got large and watery, and he looked to be on the verge of bawling his head off again.


\" C-cold... \" Shuichi mumbled after a moment, hanging his head so low Hiro might\'ve thought that it would just roll off.


\" Fine. Come in here, goof. \" Hiro helped his life-long friend to his feet and into his bedroom, where it was much warmer than the rest of the flat. Even though Shuichi still shivered, though.


\" C-cant... sleep... \" Shuichi tried to explain while Hiro yanked open my drawer and begun fishing around for something that would fit Shuichi without falling off.


\" Yeah, yeah... I know. \" Hiro muttered half-mindedly, tossing an old black shirt that he\'s used to sleep in whenever he had the chance. So it was super-soft. Exactly the comfort Shuichi needed... and another pair of sleeping pants, a plan solid color that might be called boring.


\" Thanks. \" Shuichi muttered. Hiro could hear the wet slap of damp pleather on his wooden floors, keeping his eyes on the drawer until he found some American band shirt he\'d gotten from K-san a little while ago, and turned to remove his old one. He caught Shuichi pulling on the dry one, dropping his eyes to the panels.


// Damn... he looks much better than he did in high school... //


That was out of no where. Prang. Hiro stared at the inside of the dark shirt with little dots of light peeking through the fabric, not so much he could see...Geez, he reminded himself of it all the time, didn\'t he. Eiri Yuki... damn him to the deepest bowels of Hell...for always hurting Shuichi\'s feelings, for making fun of his friends, his career, his life. For...


// For destroying my chances //


Hiro pulled the shirt over his head and grabbed his brush, back turned and privacy allowed to his dearest friend while he smooth his hair. Once done, he grabbed one of the rare hair ties he kept and put it up. Hmph.


He turned and saw Shuichi sitting indian-style ontop of the wrinkled bed, hair still damp, face sullen, the pure image of Emo sitting there right in front of him. Whenever he wore that certain look, it always hurt Hiro. And since Shuichi had been going out with Eiri for about two years now... his burning flare was finally beginning to dim...Regardless, Hiro rolled his eyes and sat beside him.


\" Whats wrong with you? \"


- Sniff! - \" Yuki... Yuki scared me with that movie. \"


He sighed and placed an arm about Shuichi\'s shoulders, \" I dont even know what your doing with pond-scum like that, Shuichi. \"


Blink. \" What do you mean? \"


\" He\'s always calling you names... you deserve better than that. \"


// I\'d still be jealous, even if you found that \' better \' //


\" Yeah, but... but I love him. \"


// I really hate those words. //


Hiro closed his eyes, head leaning on his extended arm over Shuichi\'s shoulders, fingers curling, \" I know you do Shuichi... but... He shouldn\'t make fun of you if he cares. \"


\" He doesn\'t mean it. I know he doesn\'t. \" Shuichi looked at me as best he could, that false smile that he sometimes wore flush on his face, like he\'s trying to make everything alright again... pretend that Eiri really was the knight on shinning armour he\'d been waiting for.


\" But...\" Hiro sighed, closing his eyes and leaning more upon his best friend. He could feel Shuichi leaning to the side because of his familair weight.


\" Hiro, please dont worry about me. \" Shuichi let the smile fade, and stared into his lap. Hiro\'s eyebrows, in the meantime, sewn together, since Shuichi acting like this was so... unnatrual. He was too used to the hyper little ball of energy, and...


A sudden thought came to his mind. What if, now... when Shuichi is vulnerable... Ha. Well, it always worked on chicks in highschool. And if there was anyone still acting like a highschool drama queen it had to be the guy sitting beside him. Hiro turned his head on his arm, eyes still wistfully shut.


\" Ya know, Shuichi... I have a secret for you. \"


\" Really? What is it! \" His tone brightened, and his old self shone through for half a moment. Eyes glittering. Hiro only smiled to himself.


\" Well...\" Hiro begun, and paused. He could do this much better if he were drunk...\" Ever since highschool, uh...More like Sophomore year, actually... \" The way Shuichi was avidly watching him made him nervous, so he looked away, \" I\'ve uh... had this uhm... you see... sort of a crush on you. \"


The last part he rushed. Nope. Never good when put on the spot. He found that out fairly early in life. He peered over, and saw that Shuichi\'s eyebrows had risen up into his bangs, looking pleasantly surprized. Instantly, almost on impulse from being such a good kid when growing up, he began to explain himself.


\" Waah, you see, Shuichi, I could well... treat you much better than that Eiri guys does. I would... give you lots of attention and affection and... \"


// Theres no point. Look at those eyes. //


The lively color had been dimmed by sadness, not the hysterical state that Shuichi had been in when he came here. This was different, this was true remorse and loss look at him right now. And it hurt.


A lot.


\" I... I like you alot too, Hiro. \" Shuichi finally said, pulling away from his best friends embrace, \" But... Yuki. You know that I cant... we never can. \"


// Never. // Those were strong words. Hiro\'s chin knocked onto his chest, thanking the hair that had fallen from the ponytail that could hide the hurt. Because he knew it would break Shuichi\'s heart.


\" I know. \" Hiro mumbled. Shuichi placed his hand upon his shoulder, though it did little to raise his spirits. Great. Eiri Yuki had screwed him harder than he had thought... \" You should... go to bed now. \"


\" Yeah. \" Shuichi went to the closet outside the bedroom door, where Hiro kept his extra pillows and blankets. Since he wasn\'t stranger to people spending the night here... mainly Shuichi. He usually slept on the couch though, but I guess tonight was different. He was afraid.


And laid the blankets out on the floor.


\" Shuichi... you can share the bed with me, if you like... \"


A sad smile \" No, Hiro... its okay. \"


That night, Hiro got very little sleep.