Name: Second Chances
Pairing: Eiri x Shuichi. Eiri x Yuki
(Spoiler warning. If you do not know what happened in the Gravitation series -either manga or anime- you might not want to read this fic until you know more about it.)
*~Finished on Ryu's birthday! Happy Birthday Ryu!~*
Another chance at happiness. Another chance at finding that true love. Another chance at admitting your mistakes and hidden feelings. Second chances happen when you least expect them.
Brown hair waved lightly over his eyes as he slowly made his way toward the home of Eiri Yuki and Shuichi Shindou.
~*~*~
"YUKI!" The popstar screamed as he ran to the bedroom, expecting to find his lover sleeping after a long night of typing. "It's time to wake up now, Yuki!" Bad Luck had been told that they had a concert at Zepp Tokyo clubhouse. And, though Shuichi knew it wasn't until..... some time later that night, he was planning on dragging Eiri along to the practice now! Shuichi always did better with Yuki there anyway.
Just about ready to get up for the day, golden hues stared tiredly at the ceiling, but shut tightly at the noise. Just once, Yuki wished, he would be able to wake up on his own. The amount of abuse his ears put up with on a daily basis was enough without having to wake up to a howling cat.
A grumpy tone forced its way out of the author. "Is it, now?" If he hadn't been subjected to Shuichi's yelling, Yuki would have gotten out of bed. However, if the singer were to think he'd succeeded in waking the blonde up, Yuki knew he would be unmercifully glomped at first sight. Growling, he decided to go back to bed and ruin the illusion of him waking up just because the pink-haired one said to.
Yuki, then, tried to relax again, turning to lay on his stomach with his face in the pillow. Yes, Yuki Eiri was preparing for the worst.
That was more than just 'good thinking' on the novelist's part. Because the moment Shuichi's violet eyes caught sight of his sleeping beauty, he started on a dead run, jumping on the bed only to land next to the older one and cling to the first part of him he could get his hands on. "YukiYukiYukiYuki!" He shook his lover playfully before letting go of the arm that had swatted at him, only to wrap his arms around his neck.
A slight groan was his only response to almost being landed on. "Get off of me and I'll answer you..." His voice was muffled by the pillow. It didn't matter now, that he'd just answered the pink nightmare... Shuichi wouldn't catch on to it.
Shuichi popped off the bed, appearing on the floor in full dog attire. Yup, another return of that faithful costume. Hands in the air as if begging for scraps, his tongue childishly poked out from between slightly parted lips. Now he'd get attention! Yuki said so!
"Lemme guess..." Getting up from the bed he picked up his bathrobe and started toward the living room, the puppy expectedly following closely. "You want me to come hear you sing, right?"
"W-well, yeah. I mean, it's just rehearsal... It shouldn't last too long. Then you can come back here and get a little more sleep before the actual show!" Of course he would be wanted at both!
"Hm..." Sitting on the couch, he waited till that pup had climbed up beside him, then continued. "You'll need to find someone else to be your inspiration today... I'm tired." You'd be tired too if you slept as little as Yuki did!
"That's it? You're tired?" Shuichi paused, thinking. There was no insults or anything yet. Just the same old excuse he'd use whenever he wanted to get the last words in a conversation. "But..." Let the protesting begin. "Yuki... You said you would--"
"Would what?" Those eyes shot the, once again dog-free, genki popstar an all-too-familiar glare, cutting off his words. "I've seen you perform before and, honestly, it's always the same." He stood from the couch. He wasn't lying, and, at least he didn't add insult to injury by telling him what he meant by 'the same.' Because what Yuki meant was... just what he had told Tohma... Shuichi was still that same no-talent musician he always was.
The singer froze. The same? Maybe Yuki wasn't acting so different after all. "You're coming to the show, though... Right?" Hopeful violets lit up with childish expectations before clinging to the author once again. He just needed more sleep! Sigh. Shuichi let go of him slowly, getting off the couch and starting toward the door without waiting for a response from his lover.
The door was opened as he slipped on those red sneakers, pulling together his look of mixed oranges and purples. Turning back, he called toward the living room. "I'll be back once practice is over! You rest up, though. You'll need your energy for the show tonight. We're gonna rock, I promise!" With that, the singer left, starting on his way to the NG Production building where Hiro and Suguru were already waiting for him so they could begin. So long in the business and the vocalist still had no sense of time.
~*~*~
Promise? Yuki let a slow breath escape him as he moved from the couch, walking to the bedroom to get dressed for the day. Ignoring the stray clothes laying around the dresser in the room, he picked out his own outfit. Once he was clad in black pants matched with a red button-down shirt, and he'd secured a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, it was off to the kitchen for some coffee. You sure that's not some sort of threat?
Looking around, he noticed Shuichi's mug sitting on the counter, wet from being rinsed out after he'd used it. Picking it up, he shook his head, eyes closing slowly before setting it down and placing his fingers against his temples. Just what had that singer turned him in to?
Pouring that hot liquid into a cup, he watched the steam float up from it, almost counting the hours that he had left for his freedom. It wouldn't be long before the younger one would make his way back to their home, flinging that door open and, literally, scream for his attention to be on him and only him.
The coffee was set down as he sat in front of his laptop, staring at that bright screen that seemed to only contain a few pages of words. Elbows resting on the table top before him, he rested his head in his hands, golden eyes still reading and re-reading the words that didn't seem to spark any further inspiration. Was this Yuki Eiri with writer's block? It couldn't have been. He was just thinking too much and he needed a cigarette. The cup was picked up to finish off the coffee. But did he want to get up when he was starting to get his ideas back? Then again, what was the harm in it?
The house seemed quiet enough. It would be no trouble for him to concentrate on his work once he'd returned. Saving the work he'd been over, at least, four times, he stood, once again heading for the kitchen.
~*~*~
*KnockKnock*
Yuki stopped, eyes on the door. He moved slowly to the counter, getting his second cup of coffee as if he hadn't heard the noise. If Shuichi had forgotten his key it was his own fault. Why should he be bothered for the teen's mistake?
*KnockKnock*
Persistent little ??? wasn't he? Alright fine. If he wasn't going to just leave and stay at the guitarist's place or something, he'd have to let him in for his own sanity's sake. Stepping closer to the door, his hand fell to rest against the handle, turning it gently. Letting go of it after opening it a tiny bit, he turned away, going back to his coffee. "Whadda ya want now, ya damn brat? I told you that you'd lose that key some--"
"Eiri..." That quiet voice that the blonde had known since he was a teen nearly echoed off the walls.
The novelist turned as if his entire body had stiffened at the noise. He kept quiet, not wanting this nightmare to continue any longer. Hopefully it was only a nightmare, anyway. Though he'd deny it, he actually hoped to be laying in bed with that pink-haired boy shaking him to drag him off to some... picnic or some other random date that Shuichi could dream up.
The brunette stepped closer, trying to ease the other's nerves. Repeating the calm statement. "Eiri..." However, this time he continued. "I know you may think that this isn't as it seems."
It was as if time had stopped. As if Yuki Eiri had never existed. Like he was still sixteen year old Eiri Uesugi, in care of Seguchi Tohma, and student of what had become his first love.
Coming to terms with it not being Shuichi at the door would be difficult. But it was nowhere near as hard as it would be to admit to himself that the said first love had returned from what he thought was death.
"A second chance is all I ask." He paused, waiting a moment for the other to reply. However, there was still that icy silence from Eiri. Seeing that he would get no reaction, he figured it was ideal to keep the awkward silences away the best he could.
This would prove to be a bit more challenging than Kitazawa had expected. "I'll... understand if you wont allow it." A slight gesture of respect that obviously wasn't there when they'd parted ways. Turning to walk out that door, he sighed.
"You're damn right I wont allow it." Eiri had finally found his voice mixed up somewhere in a clutter of unspoken emotions. There was so much that he had built up against this man and here he stood, asking for another chance to... what? Make things better? That could never be possible.
At the words, he turned to face the younger male, that one spoken word being the only thing he could muster. "Eiri..." They were harsh words, yes. But Kitazawa really couldn't blame him. He knew what he had put young Eiri through, knew how he had cried from the revenge as the gun lay on the floor only inches from the pool of blood, knew how much his student loved him. "You may not be able to think this through clearly now. But please. Let me tell you how sorry I am."
The novelist glared at him. This wasn't an argument over who scratched who's car. This was much more complicated, more personal. And Yuki was making it seem... almost... casual. "You're sorry?"
Nodding slowly, the tutor took another step closer, a hand lifted to rest against Eiri's cheek. "More than words could ever--"
Golden eyes stared at the floor as he turned his head away from the other's touch. "Save it... An apology is a waste of breath and a waste of time. I have other ways of forgetting about you." Ways such as the pills that he was thinking about that were only a few feet away in the other room.
His breath caught in his throat as his Eiri spoke. Heh. His Eiri... Was there really room for possession anymore? "Your ways must not be working, then."
Those expressionless features flickered with anger and frustration, eyes widening slightly at the not-so-blunt claim that he hadn't forgotten about him. Which, in all actuality, wasn't far from the truth. He was speechless again. How Yuki could be gone for that long and still be able to read him so clearly was beyond all logic.
"I havent forgotten about you either. I wouldn't be standing here today if I had." He paused, looking around the room like he was trying to take in what he could of Eiri's present life. Searching for any trace of a picture or piece of work to let him know how his life had turned out without him. "And I hate myself for it."
Eiri's eyes softened, his cold exterior faltering as he was almost forced to see things as he'd seen them as a teenager. He hated himself? There were two parts now, an internal struggle in Uesugi's mind to figure out if he should accept it and try to work through it with him, or if he should push him out the door and hope he never returns. Still, no words left the author.
"Will you let me apologize now?" Again, that gentle touch against Eiri's cheek. But this time it wasn't taken away. "It doesn't matter if you deny me any other right of seeing or talking to you. At least let me do this... For both of us."
He had, actually, turned in to the touch, his anger slowly letting it's guard down with each word that slipped from between the brunette's lips. All that mental struggle was getting him nowhere. Just what was letting him give in so quickly?
Seeing the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, Yuki slowly pulled them from him and set them on the counter. Sometimes a gesture so small could bring about a big difference in someone's attitude.
Slowly, Eiri turned to look at the pack on the counter. They would help at a moment like this, that was no secret. But, then again, Kitazawa leaving would help the situation so much more. He nodded, taking a cigarette from the pack and lighting it, saying nothing as the other shut the door.
~*~*~
"Alright guys! We've got forty five minutes to practice and then it'll be time to get ready for the show!" Though the singer seemed in good spirits, the others in the room were sorry to say that they couldn't really share in his enthusiasm.
Noticing the frustration nearly fuming from their keyboardist, Hiro stood, quickly moving to Shuichi's side to pat him on the shoulder. "Don't you mean twenty five?"
A light pink crept over the singer's cheeks as he caught sight of the time. "Haha! Oops. I guess I shouldn't have taken so long trying to wake Yuki up."
The guitarist offered that supportive smile. They were best friends after all. "That means he's coming to the show tonight, right?"
Shuichi nodded frantically, obviously a little over-excited about the thought of his lover being at their show. "You got it, Hiro."
Crossing the room once again, Hiro stopped beside Suguru, offering him and their manager, K, an apologetic smile. Once he was back to where he'd been before, he looked to Shuichi. "Ready, then?"
~*~*~
Their time together wasn't going as smoothly as either had hoped for. In fact, most of the time since Eiri had let Kitazawa into his home was spent with cold silences when the blonde would refuse to respond. Another long drag was taken from the cigarette before exhaling that cloud of gray smoke. "You were impossible."
The other looked at him cautiously, not entirely sure of what he meant by his comment. "Impossible?" He would return to being quiet, hoping that he would give him a little more information.
Eyes closed as he nodded coolly. "Mhm." He looked him over, thinking and rethinking the details in his words, his tone, his body language. So far this was the same Yuki Kitazawa he loved... once loved. The Eiri Uesugi that loved him died the moment that ten dollar bill changed hands, so why wasn't he throwing him out? Why was he giving him that second chance he'd asked for?
Repeating his question as to press the matter, he leaned slightly closer to him, casting him a look he hadn't given him since the first time he presented him with his own written work. Gentle eyes graced an almost parental expression before he would sit straight once again. "How was I... impossible?"
~*~*~
Humming the tune to Bad Luck's own "Glaring Dream," Shuichi had left the NG Productions building and was on his way home. Honestly, he couldn't be happier. The practice had gone so well once he'd gotten there (and K had stopped threatening the band thanks to Hiro's playful apologies for the singer being late). And, on top of that? He was, now, going home to wake his Yuki for the second time that day to bring him to the Bad Luck concert! What a show it was going to be!
~*~*~
"I never thought I could get through to you... Not like I wanted to, anyway."
"Oh?" He looked away from him, fingertips tapping impatiently on his knee before focusing on Eiri once more. "And how was that?"
~*~*~
Arriving at the door, his hand rested on the handle as he started digging through his pocket for the key. After a few minutes of looking for the key, he gave up, sighing. Oh! I know where I left it! He had left it on the bathroom counter when he was getting dressed that morning. That hand slipped off the handle, turning it in the process, causing a small -click- sound. Violet eyes widened as he looked at the door, noticing that it wasn't locked after all and had, actually, come open. Stepping through the door slowly, the singer smiled brightly. What better invitation than an open door? Yuki must have been waiting for him!
~*~*~
Was it really time for a confession? "You..." Maybe he'd keep it bottled inside like he did with everything else. It was something he was used to doing so why change now? Kitazawa didn't have that much of an impression on him anymore... "Do you really feel you need to ask about my childhood emotions?" Or did he?
"It's not that I feel that I need to ask about them. I only believe that I should pick up where I left off in your life, helping you with any problems that might come up." Other than the problems he had caused for him, of course. He was overlooking the details that had, actually, made the author who he was. It was Yuki's fault that Eiri was cold and distant now, the polar opposite from what he was when they were in New York.
~*~*~
Shuichi was about to scream his usual greeting when he heard the other voice. And the worst part was that it wasn't a familiar voice. Who could Yuki have over when he was supposed to be getting ready to go to the concert?
Turning the corner to peer into the living room, he stared at the blonde, trying to make himself look angry. Narrowed eyes weakened, however, as his lower lip quivered. He'd heard a part of their conversation that he wasn't sure he was supposed to hear. And, yup, now he was pouting.
Who was this guy? And why was he saying that he was going to 'pick up where he left off'? He tried to sound accusing, but failed as usual. He was angry, yes. But he was more hurt than anything. Poor little Shuichi was always one to cry before thinking. "I thought you were tired..."
Kitazawa was the first to set eyes on the popstar. There was another person living there? Eiri hadn't mentioned him. It helped that they had only discussed the past, trying to make up for what had happened, the time lost, things along that line of focus. "Eiri..." That calm, cool tone stayed strong. "Who's this?"
Eiri peered over his shoulder at Shuichi briefly before turning his back to him to look at Yuki again. "This is the brat that lives with me..." He paused, turning to his lover once again with an exhausted expression to let the boy know that he wasn't expecting him home this soon. "Brat... this is Yuki Kitazawa..." He stopped once more, turning that stare to the brunette. "The one I told you about..."
The first thought was that of offense. It was back to square one with him! "My name's Shuichi Shindou... I'm not a--" What did he just say? Shuichi froze. He was about to say 'brat' but couldn't find the word, or the air to say it with. Head tilted curiously to the side as he took a slow breath in, staring at the man Eiri had said he killed. "But I thought he was...?"
Kitazawa shook his head. He knew what the pink haired boy was thinking. He figured he would think that once he knew that the blonde had told him about his past and what had happened.
"That's what I thought." Eiri was calm with it now. Having had that time to adjust to the fact that he was actually sitting at the other end of the couch had helped him get over it.
"But... How?... When?..." He looked from Eiri to the new person in the room. That territorial gleam had taken over his pouting violets and he took another step into the room.
Ignoring the questions of the popstar, Kitazawa brought up his own topic of conversation. If Shuichi was able to ask about him, then it was only fair for him to have his own concerns. Now that he'd heard the singer's name he was more than positive that he'd, at least, heard about him before. "So you're my Eiri's lover?"
Shuichi puffed out his chest in a failed attempt at making himself appear tougher than he actually was. "You've got that ri--" His Eiri?! Since when was the dead ex-love allowed to waltz into a room and claim whoever they wanted? "Yuki..."
Both looked at the boy though it was clear who he was pouting to.
"We've been through this before havent we?... When Ayaka was around?" Shuichi would pause once more, wanting to leave the room and run to Hiro. His friend would have an easier time of fighting this battle than he was. "Are you going to give him a key, too?"
Those gold eyes started to close. He knew, only too well, how Shuichi got when he was pouting. First it was the whining. Then the crying. Then, once they'd made up, he was ten times more clingy than he normally was till things were back to the way they were before the whole thing had started. "Shut up..." He stared at his young lover. He needed quiet if he was going to think this through.
Cold words provoked a sniffle from the young singer. It was getting worse with every second. Didn't he remember what had happened between them? The day that the blonde had told him about his past he seemed so distant, like he wanted nothing to do with it.
And that's when Shuichi had found him in New York! Every time it started to seem like Eiri and Kitazawa were completely done with eachother, it also started to look like they were starting over. He was tired of his love getting hurt by this guy! What would he have to do to stop it?
Standing from his spot on the couch, Eiri moved toward the doorway, stopping only inches away from the popstar. That animalistic sparkle was in his eyes as his tone fell to something softer, lower, and just a bit more playful than the situation would allow for. "What are you planning?" No, he wasn't encouraging his love to do anything to their company, he was merely curious as to what would happen if he were to leave the room.
Would the brat sit there and pout like he had been so far? Or was he hoping to confront the other if the novelist wasn't in the room. He'd said it before, when Shuichi was whining, he was boring. Maybe there was a better chance of having fun with him if he had some proof that the boy had more than submissive tears in him.
Those violets snapped open, his sniffling had stopped. It went without saying that Shuichi was, at least, a little surprised at this change of events. Was he testing him? Did he want him to do something to Kitazawa to prove his love? His eyes softened as his lover moved past him. Apparently he had to decide what he was going to do quickly. The vocalist really didn't feel like losing his Yuki to this person anymore.
Kitazawa stood. He had started to move from the couch as soon as he'd seen the other two standing so close to one another. Following after Eiri, he was stopped by the teen stepping in front of him. A curious glanced was given to him before he tried to step around him. Once again, stopped in his place. He didn't have time for this game.
"And just where do you think you're going?" Shuichi stood straight, hands on his hips, staring into the eyes of Eiri's former love. He'd claimed his love for the blonde so many times before this should have been easy! "You weren't thinking of following my Yuki, were you?"
"No..." He stopped, glaring at the other. "I was going to follow my Eiri..."
A low sort of growl left him as he took a step closer to Kitazawa, forcing him to step back or have his toes stepped on. "Yuki... Eiri... It's the same person." He sighed. This wasn't as easy as pulling him away from Ayaka. And he had to wear a dress and crash wedding plans for that!
That stare never slipped from Shuichi's features. Did this kid really think that, when given the choice between the two of them, Eiri would choose the one he was with? That wasn't in the cards. Well, not if Kitazawa had anything to say about it.
"I'm..." Catching sight of the returning blonde, his tone changed to something more tolerant, almost friendly. "glad you see that finally. See how much easier things are when you listen?" Kitazawa was playing nice with the hopes that Eiri would believe that there wasn't another bad intention inside of him. That he had changed through and through.
As his lover returned to the room, Shuichi clung to him as if he had been gone on tour for an entire year. His eyes, however, stayed on the other male, a mock snarl coming to his lips. Rubbing his cheek lovingly against the novelist's arm, he smiled before staring up at him with that hopeful sparkle. "You know I love you... Right?"
Of course he knew the kid loved him. He only said it every time he had the chance to. Nodding, he looked away from Shuichi. This was sort of his way of saying that he wasn't going to deal with either of them until the singer had answered his question first... What was he planning?
Sighing, he let go of the other. Once Eiri had taken his seat on the couch again, he turned his focus on Kitazawa again. What was he supposed to do? There was nothing but silence in the room for the moment that he had taken to think through the possibilities.
He could ask him to leave. No. There was no way he'd leave just because Shuichi didn't like him being there. Wait... He could tell him to leave! No... Same problem. Did he really want to make him angry? Could he try to make him jealous? Each idea shot down after another, Shuichi was coming up empty handed. The bottom line? Kitazawa wasn't going to listen to him.
He'd have to make Eiri get rid of him! Moving past the brunette, he left the room. Once out of the living room, he ran to the bedroom, digging through his clothes. He had so many costumes! One of them should have been able to do what he wanted!
~*~*~
The two had gone back to talking. Well, Kitazawa talking and Eiri replying with small nods and two word answers. He wasn't going to kick out his old tutor. Especially not since he wanted to see what his lover was up to.
Returning to the living room, Shuichi appeared in the living room doorway in an outfit that just begged for attention. It was one of his performance costumes! He was dressed all in pink, minus the small amount of black and white used for the belts and straps, and showing off more than he really wanted to in front of the new person.
The top consisted of a bit more than a shiny pink vest with the material under it proving worthless. The shorts were cut high and of the same material as the vest. And to hold the look together? A black choker around his neck. That should have been enough to get some attention from the writer.
So that's what he was planning? It didn't seem like too devious a plan, but at least the singer was thinking. That, alone, was more than Eiri normally gave him credit for. He tried keeping his attention focused on Kitazawa, but couldn't hear the words that were being spoken. The only sound in the blonde's mind was that of the other's footsteps as he slowly approached his older love. Blinking, he turned, feeling a hand on his shoulder.
That small touch was only the beginning. Shuichi had planned something out. He was going to show Eiri what he'd be missing if he were to go with Kitazawa in the end of all of this. As soon as he had those gold eyes on him, he flopped himself down, landing right in his lover's lap just as he wrapped both arms around his neck.
This was how you claimed someone! The singer was tired of waiting for their privacy and the concert had completely slipped from his mind until he'd seen the on-stage attire. He was going to be late again and he wasn't leaving without his novelist boyfriend! "Yuki..."
Was this actually happening? That friendly smile had faded from Kitazawa's features the second he'd seen the singer walk into the room. And now he was in his lap like they were both in love with each other?
"You know we have to leave now, right?" A finger playfully tapped the end of the blonde's nose before slowly sliding lower to trace over those lips that Shuichi was all-too-familiar with the taste of.
"Leave?" That look sharpened after the other's hand had fallen back to his neck. "To go where?"
He still didn't remember?! That pout returned, ruining the seductive smile that he'd tried to keep on his features. "The concert... We're gonna be late!"
Eyes shifted from the singer in his lap to the man who had, once again, sat on the couch, then back to the teen again. "You're pouting again..." As if Shuichi needed the reminder. But this was different. It wasn't followed by a cold moment of being ignored. Instead, the writer leaned closer to him, grabbing a fistful of that pink hair, and crushed the other's lips in a deep kiss.
Violets widened at the hair pulling, but softened and slowly closed because of the kiss. Once it was broken, he blinked his eyes open and licked his lips casually, trying to remember every little bit of their time together in case that meant something he didn't want to deal with.
"Eiri..." Kitazawa had stood once more, staring down at the display that the two had set up in front of him. What was there for him to do? Could he just accept that this was who his student had become? The life he'd chosen without his help?
"Yuki..." Returning that gaze, Golden hues narrowed.
"I know that I meant more to you than this one does..."
Picking up that key word, his mind wandered back to those pills that he had to make him forget about this man. "Meant..." Giving in to him now would ruin years of therapy and medication and struggling to become better. Hell, just seeing him would throw him back in to it for another few years than he'd planned. Wasn't that bad enough?
"Do you know what you're saying?" The tutor's eyes turned slightly more gentle as he reached down to touch the novelist's cheek as he had only an hour or so before.
And, as with the first time, the touch was disconnected. But it wasn't by Eiri turning away this time. Shuichi had pushed the other's hand away, pressing his own hand carefully on his lover's cheek. "Yuki..."
That hopeful squeak accompanied by a few tears threatening to fall from those bright and watering violets was enough to catch the golds of the author. Pushing Shuichi off of his lap, he moved toward Kitazawa. "We need to talk." Those were the last words that he said in the presence of the boy, leaving him to wonder what was being said.
~*~*~
Joining Eiri in the kitchen, he cast him a purely concerned look. "You know that you can tell me anything..." One last genuine moment in the messed up triangle of Yuki Kitazawa, Eiri Yuki, and Shuichi Shindou. It was all up to this moment to figure out who'd be leaving.
The blonde looked him over once more, a few tears welling up in his own eyes before he would step closer to him, wrapping his arms tightly around his first love's neck, clinging to him as if his life depended on it. And, actually, it did. The last time they were together, they had both died. Even if it was only a little. The death of Kitazawa was because of his very own hands. Little did he know, he would also kill that part of himself with that very same bullet. That part which his Yuki had a hold of before then: his heart.
~*~*~
The sniffling popstar was curled up on the couch as the emotional Eiri Yuki would return to the living room. Looking up, he sat straighter, preparing to be kicked out once more.
"Get up and get out."
His jaw dropped. He was choosing Kitazawa!
Eyes narrowed as he stared at the singer. "Why are you still sitting there? I told you to get out..."
"But Yuki..."
He was cut off by Yuki tapping his finger to his watch, signifying that they would be later than when Shuichi had first brought it up. "We have a concert to go to..."
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