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Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,547
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Twisting Fate
Twisting Fate
This is the sequal to my story No Escaping Fate. If you have not read that then this will make no sense whatsoever.
Chapter One
“Alright give me three more… two… and one more… good job!”
Shuichi dropped the weight onto the rack. He had to fight the urge to glare death up at his physical therapist. For one thing she was far too perky and for another… well did he really need another reason? She acted like lifting that dame three pound weight a few more times would save the world.
Eight weeks now. He had been awake for six weeks and he still felt as weak as a damn kitten. His body was recovering though. With the therapy and time he was told that he would be able to make a full recovery. It was just taking so long and he wanted out of that little white room that the doctors were still insisting that he needed to be in. They had been telling him again and again that he could not expect to recover from six years of coma and a stroke after so short a time. He was bound and determined to prove them wrong. He was ready to go home. He was ready to go back to work. More than anything he was ready to SING again.
“Are we done?” he asked after Yiko, Yukiko, whatever her name was remained distracted by her clipboard for several minutes.
Chocolate brown eyes looked up at him and then glanced at the wall clock. “Yes I suppose so, but I will see you this afternoon.” She had one of those smiles that could blind people if you looked at them too long. “Do you want me to call you an orderly?”
Shuichi rolled his eyes. “No I’m fine thank you.” It was with a grateful sigh that he rolled himself out of the room. He could walk, but not far so he was still bound the wheelchair.
‘I really want out of here.’ He thought as the elevator doors closed behind him.
By the time he had made it back to his room there was a slick film of sweat on his forehead. Maybe he had pushed himself a little much after just working his arms for an hour.
His eyes slid across the bare walls of the empty room. It was odd or there not to be someone there that time of day, but it wasn’t like they didn’t have lives too.
*
“Come one just four more… three… two… and one more… good job.”
‘Okay it is official… I’m going to kill her.’
“Very well done Shindou-san, keep up like this and I will sign off on your release in a week or so.”
‘Or maybe not...’
“Thank you. You have no idea how ready I am to get out of here.” He slowly lowered himself into his chair and sighed. He had managed to walk the equivalent of almost half a mile in the last two hours. He was proud of himself, but dead tired.
“Oh I think I might have a pretty good idea of it. It has been almost… what eight weeks?”
Shuichi nodded grimly. It had been eight weeks, but there was hope now at least. “Isn’t there anyway you could push that up faster? Please I am going to go crazy in that room.” He gave her his famous puppy dog eyes and he could tell her resolve was melting.
After a moment she sighed. “Alright, if you can walk all the way back to your room and down here again in the morning I will agree to it.”
The puppy eyes faded into confusion. “You’ll agree to what?”
“I’ll agree to you going home tomorrow silly.”
Shuichi smiled a real smile for the first time in what seemed like forever. “For that I would walk to the moon.”
She couldn’t help but giggle.
*
‘Okay so I am nervous.’ Shu had kept his promise and with a great deal of difficulty managed to walk to his room and back down to physical therapy the next morning. In turn the therapist had in turn kept her word, which was how he found himself in the back of a NG limo on the way to his and Eiri’s apartment.
That last was the part that had him nervous. In the last few weeks he had managed to almost completely avoid any topics having to do with his ‘dream’ or the accident. He had let them all believe that it was just an accident and that he had no recollection of the time he had been asleep. He didn’t know how long that would last though.
He didn’t hate Eiri, but he had spent the last six years of ‘dream time’ trying very hard to forget him. Without spilling his guts there was no way for him to avoid returning home either. ‘So let make that nervous and confused.’
The car slowed down and turned into a familiar parking structure. As it did Shuichi felt his heart speed up. ‘What is my deal? It is not like I haven’t seen him every day for the last eight weeks. Okay so maybe I pretended to be asleep half the time he was there, but hey… it’s not like I kicked him out or anything. I’m not ready to face all of that again is all.”
His thoughts were stopped by the car door opening. He looked up and felt his chest tighten just a little. There he was standing there with a wheelchair ready.
“Eiri…” The word came out as little more than a whisper, but the golden haired author smiled down at him.
“Welcome home, Shu-han.”
*
The apartment was quiet… far too quiet. It was getting on his nerves. Shuichi was home now, so why wasn’t the baka making noise? Eiri rubbed his temples. He was missing something. It was something that he knew in his heart was very important, but at the same time… he just couldn’t figure it out.
A week had gone by since his little lover had come home. In that time the two of them had been acting more like friendly roommates than lovers. Eiri was worried about pushing Shu too fast in his recovery. He didn’t know what Shu was thinking.
The first night Shuichi had been home Eiri had prepared them a nice quiet dinner and they had snuggled together on the couch afterward until time for bed. Shu had seemed a little tense, but had assured Eiri that it was only because he was tired and excited about being home.
In the days that followed Shuichi had become more and more quiet. He had started to resisted Eiri’s touch unless it was absolutely needed.
It was really starting to get to the blond. He wanted his Shuichi back, not this… zombie. ‘Maybe he just needs to get back to work?’
The author scratched his head again. He would figure it out one way or another. He had to.
*
“Are you sure that you are ready for this?”
Shuichi glared at Hiro and Suguru. They had both been fussing over him all morning. He refused to let him coddle him though. He wanted to be working again. He had made his fans wait long enough. Besides it got him out of the apartment and away from Eiri.
He had been out of the hospital for two weeks and he was still doing his best to avoid his lover. He wanted to fix the problem, yet he still didn’t know how to fix it.
“I’m fine. If I get tired I will stop.”
Hiro shared a glance with his lover, ‘Eh, who knew I was right about that too?’ and they both nodded.
Shuichi let the beat of the song fill him. It was just the way he remembered it from his dream… well really close anyway. Hell it was probably a lot better than it was in his dream.
“I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind.
I left my body laying somewhere in the sands of time.
I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon.
I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah…”
*
“I really don’t know what to do.” Eiri looked up at his brother-in-law over his cup of tea. The man had been his confessor for the last fourteen years. He had helped Eiri out of more than one bad situation.
Tohma looked back at Eiri as he thought. He had also seen the changes in Shuichi, but for him they did not seem so sudden. What ever had been going on before the accident was still troubling the singer.
“Have you talked to him about it?”
Eiri looked back down at his cup, “I don’t know how. It was one thing to talk to him when he couldn’t talk back, but now…”
Tohma smiled sadly. “You need to talk to him. You may not be as acutely aware of it as the rest of us, but this is part of what you missed.”
Eiri raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
“Before the accident… he seems the same as he was then.”
The author bit his lip in a very out of character show of emotion. “I…” he trailed off. Really what could he say to that?
“Take it slowly Eiri. Shuichi has been through a great deal. Not only is he still facing whatever it was from then, but he has also lost six years of his life. He is trying very hard to regain his strength and pick up the pieces of his band.” Tohma rubbed his thumb across his lips in thought. “Don’t push him. You know him better than any of us. You may very well know him better than his family even. You will know when to back off, but as the same time you know when to press.”
Eiri thought about it. It made sense in a weird Tohma-like way. He drank the last swig of his tea after looking at his watch. “I’ll think about it.” He got up and started to the door. “I have to get Shu to his doctor’s appointment. Ja na.” He waved over his shoulder as he exited.
‘Well, now I just have to figure out how to translate Tohma-speak into real life.’
*
I know this chapter seems a little disjointed, but I was going for that. Besides the fact that everyone is still a little mussed up over everything that has happened I wanted to rapidly progress the recovery time as much as possible without taking it totally for granted.
Too much? Not enough? There’s more to come.
This is the sequal to my story No Escaping Fate. If you have not read that then this will make no sense whatsoever.
Chapter One
“Alright give me three more… two… and one more… good job!”
Shuichi dropped the weight onto the rack. He had to fight the urge to glare death up at his physical therapist. For one thing she was far too perky and for another… well did he really need another reason? She acted like lifting that dame three pound weight a few more times would save the world.
Eight weeks now. He had been awake for six weeks and he still felt as weak as a damn kitten. His body was recovering though. With the therapy and time he was told that he would be able to make a full recovery. It was just taking so long and he wanted out of that little white room that the doctors were still insisting that he needed to be in. They had been telling him again and again that he could not expect to recover from six years of coma and a stroke after so short a time. He was bound and determined to prove them wrong. He was ready to go home. He was ready to go back to work. More than anything he was ready to SING again.
“Are we done?” he asked after Yiko, Yukiko, whatever her name was remained distracted by her clipboard for several minutes.
Chocolate brown eyes looked up at him and then glanced at the wall clock. “Yes I suppose so, but I will see you this afternoon.” She had one of those smiles that could blind people if you looked at them too long. “Do you want me to call you an orderly?”
Shuichi rolled his eyes. “No I’m fine thank you.” It was with a grateful sigh that he rolled himself out of the room. He could walk, but not far so he was still bound the wheelchair.
‘I really want out of here.’ He thought as the elevator doors closed behind him.
By the time he had made it back to his room there was a slick film of sweat on his forehead. Maybe he had pushed himself a little much after just working his arms for an hour.
His eyes slid across the bare walls of the empty room. It was odd or there not to be someone there that time of day, but it wasn’t like they didn’t have lives too.
*
“Come one just four more… three… two… and one more… good job.”
‘Okay it is official… I’m going to kill her.’
“Very well done Shindou-san, keep up like this and I will sign off on your release in a week or so.”
‘Or maybe not...’
“Thank you. You have no idea how ready I am to get out of here.” He slowly lowered himself into his chair and sighed. He had managed to walk the equivalent of almost half a mile in the last two hours. He was proud of himself, but dead tired.
“Oh I think I might have a pretty good idea of it. It has been almost… what eight weeks?”
Shuichi nodded grimly. It had been eight weeks, but there was hope now at least. “Isn’t there anyway you could push that up faster? Please I am going to go crazy in that room.” He gave her his famous puppy dog eyes and he could tell her resolve was melting.
After a moment she sighed. “Alright, if you can walk all the way back to your room and down here again in the morning I will agree to it.”
The puppy eyes faded into confusion. “You’ll agree to what?”
“I’ll agree to you going home tomorrow silly.”
Shuichi smiled a real smile for the first time in what seemed like forever. “For that I would walk to the moon.”
She couldn’t help but giggle.
*
‘Okay so I am nervous.’ Shu had kept his promise and with a great deal of difficulty managed to walk to his room and back down to physical therapy the next morning. In turn the therapist had in turn kept her word, which was how he found himself in the back of a NG limo on the way to his and Eiri’s apartment.
That last was the part that had him nervous. In the last few weeks he had managed to almost completely avoid any topics having to do with his ‘dream’ or the accident. He had let them all believe that it was just an accident and that he had no recollection of the time he had been asleep. He didn’t know how long that would last though.
He didn’t hate Eiri, but he had spent the last six years of ‘dream time’ trying very hard to forget him. Without spilling his guts there was no way for him to avoid returning home either. ‘So let make that nervous and confused.’
The car slowed down and turned into a familiar parking structure. As it did Shuichi felt his heart speed up. ‘What is my deal? It is not like I haven’t seen him every day for the last eight weeks. Okay so maybe I pretended to be asleep half the time he was there, but hey… it’s not like I kicked him out or anything. I’m not ready to face all of that again is all.”
His thoughts were stopped by the car door opening. He looked up and felt his chest tighten just a little. There he was standing there with a wheelchair ready.
“Eiri…” The word came out as little more than a whisper, but the golden haired author smiled down at him.
“Welcome home, Shu-han.”
*
The apartment was quiet… far too quiet. It was getting on his nerves. Shuichi was home now, so why wasn’t the baka making noise? Eiri rubbed his temples. He was missing something. It was something that he knew in his heart was very important, but at the same time… he just couldn’t figure it out.
A week had gone by since his little lover had come home. In that time the two of them had been acting more like friendly roommates than lovers. Eiri was worried about pushing Shu too fast in his recovery. He didn’t know what Shu was thinking.
The first night Shuichi had been home Eiri had prepared them a nice quiet dinner and they had snuggled together on the couch afterward until time for bed. Shu had seemed a little tense, but had assured Eiri that it was only because he was tired and excited about being home.
In the days that followed Shuichi had become more and more quiet. He had started to resisted Eiri’s touch unless it was absolutely needed.
It was really starting to get to the blond. He wanted his Shuichi back, not this… zombie. ‘Maybe he just needs to get back to work?’
The author scratched his head again. He would figure it out one way or another. He had to.
*
“Are you sure that you are ready for this?”
Shuichi glared at Hiro and Suguru. They had both been fussing over him all morning. He refused to let him coddle him though. He wanted to be working again. He had made his fans wait long enough. Besides it got him out of the apartment and away from Eiri.
He had been out of the hospital for two weeks and he was still doing his best to avoid his lover. He wanted to fix the problem, yet he still didn’t know how to fix it.
“I’m fine. If I get tired I will stop.”
Hiro shared a glance with his lover, ‘Eh, who knew I was right about that too?’ and they both nodded.
Shuichi let the beat of the song fill him. It was just the way he remembered it from his dream… well really close anyway. Hell it was probably a lot better than it was in his dream.
“I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind.
I left my body laying somewhere in the sands of time.
I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon.
I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah…”
*
“I really don’t know what to do.” Eiri looked up at his brother-in-law over his cup of tea. The man had been his confessor for the last fourteen years. He had helped Eiri out of more than one bad situation.
Tohma looked back at Eiri as he thought. He had also seen the changes in Shuichi, but for him they did not seem so sudden. What ever had been going on before the accident was still troubling the singer.
“Have you talked to him about it?”
Eiri looked back down at his cup, “I don’t know how. It was one thing to talk to him when he couldn’t talk back, but now…”
Tohma smiled sadly. “You need to talk to him. You may not be as acutely aware of it as the rest of us, but this is part of what you missed.”
Eiri raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
“Before the accident… he seems the same as he was then.”
The author bit his lip in a very out of character show of emotion. “I…” he trailed off. Really what could he say to that?
“Take it slowly Eiri. Shuichi has been through a great deal. Not only is he still facing whatever it was from then, but he has also lost six years of his life. He is trying very hard to regain his strength and pick up the pieces of his band.” Tohma rubbed his thumb across his lips in thought. “Don’t push him. You know him better than any of us. You may very well know him better than his family even. You will know when to back off, but as the same time you know when to press.”
Eiri thought about it. It made sense in a weird Tohma-like way. He drank the last swig of his tea after looking at his watch. “I’ll think about it.” He got up and started to the door. “I have to get Shu to his doctor’s appointment. Ja na.” He waved over his shoulder as he exited.
‘Well, now I just have to figure out how to translate Tohma-speak into real life.’
*
I know this chapter seems a little disjointed, but I was going for that. Besides the fact that everyone is still a little mussed up over everything that has happened I wanted to rapidly progress the recovery time as much as possible without taking it totally for granted.
Too much? Not enough? There’s more to come.