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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:� It�s Christmas and Shuichi wonders why
they�ve never celebrated it.

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

A/N:� This is a series of one-shots that evolve
around a storyline.� Hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter 1: A Gravitation Christmas

�Hey, Yuki?" called
Shuichi from the breakfast bar early one evening.� He was sitting on one of the brand new bar
stools in their newly renovated kitchen with his chin resting on his cupped
hands.� His slippered feet swung
freely.� Violet eyes watched his golden
eyed lover move about with practiced ease.�
It bewildered Shuichi how Eiri could do a hundred different things at
once and keep it all straight.� If it
were him, he would have burnt something, broke something, completely screwed up
some basic technique even a mentally challenged individual could do in his
sleep.� Not to mention, he would have cut
and/or burnt himself numerous times.

�Nn,� was Eiri�s
non-committal reply.

�Why don�t we celebrate
Christmas?�

The question startled
Eiri.� He blinked at his pink-haired
idiot in surprise.� �What?�

Shuichi glanced briefly at
the steak Eiri was frying in the non-stick fry pan.� His mouth starting watering.� It looked so good.� If it wasn�t for Eiri, he probably would have
gone hungry by now.� A man could only go
so far on pocky and ramen.� �Christmas.�

�What brought this on?� Eiri
asked curiously, turning back to the steak.�
Out of the corner of his eyes, he checked the rice cooker.� It was still streaming.� A quick check of the time assured him that
the rice should be done any time now.�
The vegetables still needed to be cooked, but they would take only a
couple of minutes.

�Well, you know that easy
rock station that plays Christmas music for like a month before Christmas?� Well,� Shuichi continued without bothering to
wait for a reply, �they started earlier than usual this year and all the stores
have their Christmas stuff out and little Chiori was at the studio the other
day and she was telling me what she was asking Santa for and it got me
thinking-�

�So that was what that smell
was,� Eiri interrupted with a smirk.

Shuichi glared at his writer
lover�s back.� Then glanced about.� Nothing.�
It was too bad.� He really wanted
something to chuck at Eiri�s head.�
Bastard.� Pulling at his eye, he
stuck out his tongue.� He than squealed
when a semi-frozen piece of broccoli whacked his forehead.� �Ow,� he whined, rubbing his head.

Eiri snorted.� �Baka.�

With one last scowl, Shuichi
tossed the frozen vegetables into the trash can.� Yes!�
Three points!� He was amazed it even
made it.

Sighing, he turned back to
watch Eiri tip the pan over the butcher block cutting board set on the counter
before him.� The steak, well-done knowing
Eiri, slid out with ease.� Shuichi�s stomach
growled.� Blushing, he laid a hand over
his stomach.� It felt like it was
imploding.� God, he was hungry.

�What was Chiori doing at the
studio?� �Eiri returned the open to the
stove, setting it on an empty back burner.�
Then ripping open a bag of frozen stir fry vegetables with his teeth,
dumped the entire bag into the wok.

Chiori was the only child of
Mika and Tohma.� The three-year old was
spoiled beyond belief.� She was also
quite a talker, much like her uncle Shuichi.�
Or would that be �aunt�?

�Uh?� Oh, uhm, I guess she and Ms. Mika were taking
Mr. Seguchi out to lunch, because Mr. Seguchi�s such a work-aholic that he
tends to forget to eat but when they showed up he was in a meeting so Ms. Mika
brought Chiori down to visit while they waited.�

It always amazed Eiri that
Shuichi could manage to say so much with one breath.� But then again, the brat was a singer after
all.� With his astonishing lung capacity,
anything was possible.� With a devilishly
sly glint in his eyes, Eiri smirked.

�She wants this Barbie make-up
head thingy.�

Eiri rolled her eyes as he
dumped the vegetables into the waiting bowl.�
He carried it to the breakfast bar and set it before Shuichi.� Picking up a knife, he began slicing the
steak into thin strips.

Shuichi raised his gaze from
the mouthwatering steak to Eiri�s face and then back down.� He fiddled with his hands in his lap
nervously.� �Eiri?� he called cautiously.

Eiri sighed.� Finished chopping the steak, he moved the
strips of meat onto a platter already on the bar besides the vegetables.� �Shu��

�Please, Eiri?�

Raising his head, against his
better judgment, he met hose large tear filled eyes and that trembling lower
lip jutting out in a pout and cursed at the power of his baka�s cuteness.� �Shu�Why?� We�ve never celebrated it before�We�re not
even Christian.�� Weak response, but
still true.

Shuichi dropped his
gaze.� He slumped down in disappointment.

Heaving a disgusted sigh,
Eiri went to check on the rice.� It was finally
done.� Grabbing a spoon out of the
drawer, he scooped out the rice and transferred it to a second bowl which he
brought to the counter and sat down next to the others.

It was not exactly true that
they did not celebrate Christmas, but neither did they actually celebrate
it.� Maybe if they had children it would
be different.� As it were, they exchanged
gifts with friends and relatives and even bought each other a present or two,
but there was no tree, no lights, no mistletoe waiting to ambush him, no
garland, no stockings hung by the chimney with care and since they were
Buddhist and not Christian, there certainly were no figurines representing the
birth of Christ.� It just was not a
holiday Eiri particularly cared for.� In
his opinion, the whole thing was overrated.�
Eiri studied his depressed lover as the singer listlessly dug into the
white rice he had drowned in soy sauce.� Christmas
may just be an over commercialized fiasco, but if it was that important to
Shuichi�

�I�ll think about it.�

Shuichi�s head snapped up,
surprise was written clearly across his face.�
Then a wide grin slowly appeared.�
�Really?�� Without waiting for a
reply, Shuichi tossed his chopsticks down and threw his hands into the
air.� Hopping off the stool, which tipped
over and fell over, clattering noisily against the travertine tiled floor,
Shuichi began jumping up and down shouting ludicrously.� �Yes!�
Yes!� Yes!�

�I only said I�d think about
it,� Eiri tried to say above the migraine inducing din.

�Oh, thank you Eiri!� Shuichi
gushed, turning towards his lover with hearts in his eyes and his hands clasped
before him.� He leapt around the counter
and standing up on his tiptoes, quickly gave Eiri a peck on the lips.� �I love you!��
Then he went skipping out of the kitchen.� �This means we need to go buy a tree.� Maybe Ma�ll know where to get one?� Then there�s lights and tinsel and garland
and mistletoe and I can have Hiro drop me off at my place to pick up my
ornaments and things and��

Shuichi continued to prattle
on as he made his way across the house to his home studio where he left his
cellphone.� The door shutting behind him
cut him off mid-sentence.

Apparently Eiri�s warning
that he had not agreed to celebrate Christmas, but had in fact agreed to merely
think about them celebrating the holiday had not penetrated Shuichi�s thick
skull.

Eiri sighed heavily.� What had he gotten
himself into?

---TBC---

Preview:� �Only
Idiots Catch Colds�

A/N:�
Merry Christmas!� �Feliz Navidad!
Joyeaux Noel!� Happy Chanukah.� Whatever it is you celebrate, have a good
one!
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