By: Amy Yu

On: February 8, 2002

A Rainy Day’s Tragedy

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or any of its characters. This fic is written for purposes of amusement only. I am not gaining any profits from this. Blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda...

Warnings: Shounen ai Eiri+Shuichi, angst and non-con mentioned.

Here’s my first Gravitation fic:

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“Yuki!!! Where are you?!” Shuichi Shindou called out even before he had set foot inside the apartment that was his and Eiri Yuki’s home. He had just spent a day at the studio. He was tired, cold and very wet after getting caught in the downpour on his way home.

Narrowed golden eyes radiating annoyance met Shuichi’s cheerful greeting, shutting him up almost instantly. “Be quiet. The neighbours will get mad if you bother them by giving voice your stupidity.” Eiri spat out venomously.

Dropping his smile immediately and lowered his eyes sadly to the floor, content to stare at his feet as he quietly whispered, “Gomen, Yuki. I’ll be quieter from now on.” Even though Eiri was always grumpy and rude to him, Shuichi never wanted Eiri to truly be mad at him. To have Eiri hate him, for even a moment, would break his heart beyond imagination. To prevent this from ever happening, Shuichi was willing to take almost any verbal abuse that Eiri could manage.

Eiri continued to glare at the downcast Shuichi, his angered facial expression not faltering. He knew that it wasn’t Shuichi that made him so mad. His whole week had been horrible and finding no one else, he just decided to take his anger out on the poor boy.

His being still filled with rage, Eiri turned swiftly around and proceeded to return to his computer uttering, “I need to get some more work done before I finish for today” as an end to their confrontation.

Waiting until the door to Eiri’s office had closed behind his retreating back, Shuichi finally moved to go take a shower before he went to prepare something for dinner.

‘A good meal should calm Yuki down.’ Shuichi thought as he slowly stripped himself of his clothes and stepped into the warm comforting spray. Not giving Eiri’s outburst another thought, he began to hum a song as the gentle jets of water cascaded over his body and the tension in his body was drained away along with the flowing water.

The shower had done wonders to relieve the kinks that hung on his body. Putting on some nice dry clothes, Shuichi made his way to the kitchen and got some vegetables out of the fridge. The only way to drive away the moods influenced by the dreary weather was a good meal, some understanding and forgiveness from a loyal lover. He was sure that this was what Eiri needed in order to recover from what was surely a bad day. With this, Shuichi took a knife and began to chop up vegetables to use for his soup.

Eiri was almost always grumpy, but he had rarely ever been just plain mean to his emotional lover. The only times that Eiri had spoken with so much scorn in his voice was after a particularly bad day in front of his laptop, usually caused by the dreaded writer’s block. No matter how much Eiri tried to hide it, Shuichi could tell that he honestly did love him. It was just Eiri’s nature to hide his true feelings.

These thoughts distracted Shuichi enough that he didn’t hear the door to Eiri’s office crack open. He didn’t sense anything wrong as Eiri crept up behind him with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

Mind clouded by the memories that haunted him since he was sixteen, Eiri was almost drunk from the negative emotions that overwhelmed him. This used to happen quite often before he met Shuichi, almost every time that his former sensei’s spirit decided to possess his mind and drive him to near mental collapse.

A dark gloomy rainy day. What a perfect setting it was for a disaster planned by an unforgiving spirit. No one came near Eiri without getting hurt and Shuichi was not going to be an exception.

Pinning Shuichi up against the kitchen counter, Eiri leaned in and forcefully pressed his lips against Shuichi’s. The kiss was not gentle or gratifying, but it no longer seemed to matter to Eiri. All he wanted at the moment was to find a quick fix to his frustration and sex seemed to be the best way.

Completely ignoring Shuichi’s attempts to struggle free, Eiri continued his assault. Without releasing the harsh kiss, Eiri left hand reached down to the waistbands of Shuichi’s shorts and with one steady pull, he had the obstructive piece of clothing lying limply around Shuichi’s ankles.

Finally removing his lips from their place over Shuichi’s, Eiri grabbed the boy and roughly turned him around so he was bending at his waist, over the counter.

“Yuki, please stop.” Shuichi finally managed. Instead of his normal hysterical cries, Shuichi sobbed in soul-tearing gasps. He just couldn’t comprehend why Eiri was doing this to him. Eiri was almost never kind to him, but he also had never approached him with intentions of rape.

Not being very comfortable with the idea of sex in the first place, feeling Eiri’s erection against him through the fabric of Eiri’s pants, Shuichi began to panic. Lashing out with his hands, he tried to struggle away from Eiri, but when he swung his right hand back, he heard Eiri cry out before he stumbled back a few steps and fell to the floor.

Looking down in horror, Shuichi saw his hand, still curled tightly around the handle of the knife. The shiny stainless steel blade was now covered with the thick dark red blood of the one he cared most about.

As blood ran down the length of the blade and then dripped off the tip, Shuichi’s grip on the handle loosened as Eiri’s grasp on his own life weaken, until the knife slipped out of his hand and fell to the floor, narrowly missing his feet.

Frozen on the spot in shock, Shuichi watched at the ever-present glare on Eiri’s face slowly turn into one of anguish.

Clutching at the spot on his lower ribs where the knife had plunged into his body, Eiri slowly regained his thoughts and the vengeful spirit lost its grip on his mind. “Shuichi,” Eiri managed to grind out, past the pain that filled both his body and his soul, “I’m sorry.”

Finally finding the strength to go to Eiri’s side, Shuichi knelt down and wrapped his arms around Eiri’s body so that he was cradling his most precious love. Eye’s brimming with unshed tears, words escaped him as he felt his world collapse. “No,” Shuichi cried, “I’m the one who should be sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please don’t be mad at me. I’ll go call an ambulance right now. You’ll be okay. I won’t let anything happen to you, I won’t let anything hurt you again. I’m so sorry.”

Before he could lower Eiri back to the floor and run to the phone, Shuichi felt Eiri’s hand on his arm, holding him there. “Moron. You did nothing wrong. It was my fault. I let Yuki take over me. I wanted to protect you, but now, you’re just like me and it was my fault.” Eiri took in a careful breath, fully aware that the knife had cut deeply into his lung.

“Please don’t say that.” Shuichi choked out, “Hurt me as much as you want, just don’t leave me. I’ll die without you.”

Somehow, Eiri was still able to force a smirk onto his face, “Why do you care so much?” he asked. “I do nothing but be rude to you and hurt you.”

“Because I love you.” Shuichi admitted, looking into Eiri’s eyes as if he needed to show him that he meant it. “I just want to be near you. I don’t care if you insult me and hurt me.”

“Don’t worry. Soon, I won’t be able to hurt you ever again.” Eiri whispered, allowing a small smile to slip over his features as darkness closed in on his mind and he closed his eyes to the world.

OWARI???