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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,411
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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.
Enough
A/N: finally, here is the end of this fic. i just hadn't had any inspiration for it lately. but i got it cranked out, and before you read it, i must apologize. this chapter might not be up to snuff, and it does have a happy ending. *ducks and covers* i'm really sorry! it's just i loooooooooooooove yuki, and i'm a sucker for happy endings, a cathartic bloodbath here or there aside. so, even though it doesn't end as some of you would like, i still hope you enjoy it.
thank you to all my reviewers, and i'm sorry it took so long to finish. *bows*
Shu-chan POV
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Chapter 6: Enough
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Bad Luck is going on tour in two weeks. It is the grand return of one of Japan’s most beloved rockers. Me, Shindou Shuichi. I woke up in the hospital about six months ago. I had tried to kill myself. Thinking about it, it was a pretty stupid thing to do. I had to get counseling for a month or two, then the rest of the past six months was returning my voice to what it used to be.
My mother yelled at me for two weeks straight for what I did. As did my sister and Hiro. My idol, Ryuichi cried like a baby, arms flung about my waist, face buried in my torso. Seguchi-san didn’t really do anything, though he was extremely nice. He’s the one that was kind enough to wait until I was up and running instead of canning Bad Luck or looking for a replacement singer. I can’t believe I ever thought I was a burden to these people. They’ve more than shown me the error of my ways.
At least, with them I was wrong. I’m not so sure about Yuki. He wasn’t at the hospital when I woke up. They told me his ulcer had acted up again, and when he was stable, they’d sent him home. Seguchi-san said that he’d called and told Yuki, but he never showed up. And when I was released from the hospital, I returned to our apartment, but he wasn’t there. A lot of his clothes were gone.
I though I had driven him away. He hadn’t even bothered taking anything more than clothing in his hurry to get away from me. I had been on the verge of tears until I saw a piece of paper taped to the TV. It had been in Yuki’s neat scrawl, and all it had said was Wait for me.
So I did, all that night, and all the next day. After a week, I had realized he had meant wait for him for as long as it took. Took to do what, I don’t know, but it had been comforting to know that he was coming back to me, even if I didn’t deserve him after what I’d put him through.
But as the weeks turned to months, I lost all hope. Yuki wasn’t coming. And now I’m okay with it. So what if sometimes during a recording, I just stare blankly at a wall? Who cares that I stand outside his old study vainly trying to here the kata kata of his keyboard? That doesn’t mean I’m not over him.
Except it does. I’m so hopelessly in love with him that I’ll always be, no matter if he never comes for me. It hadn’t been something as fickle as Fate that brought us together. It had been something stronger, something unstoppable… like gravity. And even though hope is a distant dream in my heart, my mind knows that there’s no fighting gravity. However far Yuki runs from me, he’ll come crashing back with all the more force.
But after six months, I can’t stay in the apartment we shared any longer. Oh, I’ll leave a forwarding address in case he does come back, but the best thing for me if I can’t move on is to move out. So here I sit in what used to be our bedroom packing my things. I’m looking over pictures that I’d had secretly taken. Yuki never did like our picture to be taken.
I go to put the picture in my hand in the box at my side, but I pause when I hear the door open. Hiro’s not supposed to come over until later, and I wonder whom this could be. I get up from the bed and walk down the hallway, my hand trailing over the study door as I pass it.
The living room is dark, and I can only make out a figure from the small amount of light coming through the window. The figure is tall, and I can make out the faint glow of a cigarette end.
“Shuichi.”
Just the one word and I’m across the room in an instant. My tears impair my vision, and I stumble against the couch end. Two strong arms, arms I’ve missed for so many months, catch me and crush me to a broad chest.
“I waited, Yuki. I waited so long…”
“I know. I’m so sorry.” The arms around me tighten almost painfully. “So sorry.”
“Where were you, Yuki?”
“In Italy. When you wouldn’t wake up, my publishers insisted I try a different locale to stimulate my writing. It helped, but when Tohma called and told me you were awake, it became unbearable. But I was afraid to see you. I thought you’d still hate me for driving you to… do that.”
“No, Yuki-”
“Shh, let me finish. So I stayed to write a new book. Something like I’ve never written, and I wanted to be out of country when it hit stores. But I felt at peace in Italy, Shu. So I bought a house there. I’ve spent the last month or two fixing it up, and when you’re ready, I want us to move there.”
I stand silent. He wants me to live with him in Italy? But what about Bad Luck? Something in my eyes must say what I’m thinking, because he frowns.
“I said when you’re ready. That means anywhere from tomorrow to ten years. And at anytime. In the meantime, we can always just vacation there to get away from all our fans, ne? I already have staff on pay to keep it livable for times when we visit and for when we finally move there. But whatever we do, I want you there with me. Always. What do you say? Is it too much?”
“No, it’s just enough.”
~owari~
thank you to all my reviewers, and i'm sorry it took so long to finish. *bows*
Shu-chan POV
_____________________
Chapter 6: Enough
_____________________
Bad Luck is going on tour in two weeks. It is the grand return of one of Japan’s most beloved rockers. Me, Shindou Shuichi. I woke up in the hospital about six months ago. I had tried to kill myself. Thinking about it, it was a pretty stupid thing to do. I had to get counseling for a month or two, then the rest of the past six months was returning my voice to what it used to be.
My mother yelled at me for two weeks straight for what I did. As did my sister and Hiro. My idol, Ryuichi cried like a baby, arms flung about my waist, face buried in my torso. Seguchi-san didn’t really do anything, though he was extremely nice. He’s the one that was kind enough to wait until I was up and running instead of canning Bad Luck or looking for a replacement singer. I can’t believe I ever thought I was a burden to these people. They’ve more than shown me the error of my ways.
At least, with them I was wrong. I’m not so sure about Yuki. He wasn’t at the hospital when I woke up. They told me his ulcer had acted up again, and when he was stable, they’d sent him home. Seguchi-san said that he’d called and told Yuki, but he never showed up. And when I was released from the hospital, I returned to our apartment, but he wasn’t there. A lot of his clothes were gone.
I though I had driven him away. He hadn’t even bothered taking anything more than clothing in his hurry to get away from me. I had been on the verge of tears until I saw a piece of paper taped to the TV. It had been in Yuki’s neat scrawl, and all it had said was Wait for me.
So I did, all that night, and all the next day. After a week, I had realized he had meant wait for him for as long as it took. Took to do what, I don’t know, but it had been comforting to know that he was coming back to me, even if I didn’t deserve him after what I’d put him through.
But as the weeks turned to months, I lost all hope. Yuki wasn’t coming. And now I’m okay with it. So what if sometimes during a recording, I just stare blankly at a wall? Who cares that I stand outside his old study vainly trying to here the kata kata of his keyboard? That doesn’t mean I’m not over him.
Except it does. I’m so hopelessly in love with him that I’ll always be, no matter if he never comes for me. It hadn’t been something as fickle as Fate that brought us together. It had been something stronger, something unstoppable… like gravity. And even though hope is a distant dream in my heart, my mind knows that there’s no fighting gravity. However far Yuki runs from me, he’ll come crashing back with all the more force.
But after six months, I can’t stay in the apartment we shared any longer. Oh, I’ll leave a forwarding address in case he does come back, but the best thing for me if I can’t move on is to move out. So here I sit in what used to be our bedroom packing my things. I’m looking over pictures that I’d had secretly taken. Yuki never did like our picture to be taken.
I go to put the picture in my hand in the box at my side, but I pause when I hear the door open. Hiro’s not supposed to come over until later, and I wonder whom this could be. I get up from the bed and walk down the hallway, my hand trailing over the study door as I pass it.
The living room is dark, and I can only make out a figure from the small amount of light coming through the window. The figure is tall, and I can make out the faint glow of a cigarette end.
“Shuichi.”
Just the one word and I’m across the room in an instant. My tears impair my vision, and I stumble against the couch end. Two strong arms, arms I’ve missed for so many months, catch me and crush me to a broad chest.
“I waited, Yuki. I waited so long…”
“I know. I’m so sorry.” The arms around me tighten almost painfully. “So sorry.”
“Where were you, Yuki?”
“In Italy. When you wouldn’t wake up, my publishers insisted I try a different locale to stimulate my writing. It helped, but when Tohma called and told me you were awake, it became unbearable. But I was afraid to see you. I thought you’d still hate me for driving you to… do that.”
“No, Yuki-”
“Shh, let me finish. So I stayed to write a new book. Something like I’ve never written, and I wanted to be out of country when it hit stores. But I felt at peace in Italy, Shu. So I bought a house there. I’ve spent the last month or two fixing it up, and when you’re ready, I want us to move there.”
I stand silent. He wants me to live with him in Italy? But what about Bad Luck? Something in my eyes must say what I’m thinking, because he frowns.
“I said when you’re ready. That means anywhere from tomorrow to ten years. And at anytime. In the meantime, we can always just vacation there to get away from all our fans, ne? I already have staff on pay to keep it livable for times when we visit and for when we finally move there. But whatever we do, I want you there with me. Always. What do you say? Is it too much?”
“No, it’s just enough.”
~owari~