I'm tired.
And I'm having doubts again about holding two jobs in which I leave the house and working on my original novel. I have some fanfics to upload, though. ^_^ All Gravitation, of course, but that's what my kick is so . . .
The first piece is untitled. I can't think of a title for it and, truthfully right now, I don't want to.
"I hate you, you know."
The older man blinked at the calmness radiating from the youth sitting across from him. Bright eyes gazed fiercely at him, their intensity never wavering. There was something different, though, something he couldn't quite place. It was as if a major change had taken place. The intensity in those eyes were something he'd always come to expect but the words and the calm behaviour threw him.
"I'd like to say it's nothing personal," he continued, rising to his feet, "but it would be a lie and I've often been told I'm a lousy liar. I hate you."
"It's because I don't approve of you, isn't it?" the older man inquired, scowling. "And of everything you've done."
"Honestly?"
"Yes. Honestly. It's because . . ."
Already, the rage burned hot in his blood. First, Shindou Shuichi wormed his way into Eiri's life. Then he wrecked his oldest's engagement to Usami Ayaka before finally becoming a permanent and rather important person in his family. Even Mika had warmed up to the would-be vocalist.
"Honestly, I don't give a damn of what you think about me. I never have and I never will."
Again, that cool regard and . . . was it disdain in those violet eyes? The Uesugi patriarch couldn't tell.
"I hate you for everything you've ever made Eiri endure. Because he wasn't perfect. Because he doesn't look Japanese. You're his father, for fuck's sake." Those amethyst eyes narrowed. "And fathers are supposed to be there for their sons, to love them unconditionally. You've never accepted Eiri for who he was, for who he could have been, and I hate you because of that."
"What is that? Some American ideal you're trying to sell me on?"
"No," Shuichi replied, his expression softening. "Not some American ideal. A truth. Sons should be able to turn to their fathers in their times of need. I've always been able to rely on my dad. Eiri can't say the same and it pains me to know that. It pains him, too."
"Eiri doesn't care what I think of him," Uesugi-san snorted. "He's told me that more than once."
"Then it only shows how little you know your own son."
--
"Hey, Reiji-san . . ."
"What is it?" the girl snapped, her right eyebrow twitching in irritation as she turned to glare at him. Today had not been a very good one, not with Shuichi in theatrics over . . . something. No one had been able to figure out what had set the vocalist off, but everyone in the studio (namely himself, Reiji, and Suguru) figured it had something to do with Eiri.
Of course, Shuichi's aggravation had strongly affected the younger girl, causing her to become angry as well. Everyone on the Bad Luck team had long since accepted Shuich's theatrics to minor things quite some time ago, but the American female was still having a difficult time coming to terms with the vocalist's personality. Reiji had even gone as far as to threaten to shoot the next person (namely Shuichi) who even thought of stepping out of line. She was a damn good manager but there was something about her behaviour that irked Hiro, and he started to think that maybe Shuichi was right. The girl was obsessed with him.
He cupped her chin in one hand then kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Don't stress so much over what Shuichi does. Believe it or not, this is actually normal."
With a sly wink, he turned and walked away.
--
Tohma let out a weary sigh then rubbed his eyes in an effort to try and keep himself awake. It had been a long drive so far, and it wouldn't be over for a few more hours, or not until he reached the hotel. The last thought was starting to become rather appealing.
For a brief moment, he entertained driving all the way back to Tokyo. They were getting close to home, and it would be nice to sleep in their bed rather than stay at a hotel. After a quick glance at his slumbering passenger, he immediately dismissed the idea. They were both tired and would benefit greatly from getting a good night's rest before they returned home than if he tried to risk it. While he was a businessman and knew risks were necessary in many occasions, there were also some things that weren't best left to chance. His companion wasn't a thing per se, but he still wasn't someone Tohma wanted to lose. He had become just as precious to Tohma as Eiri was, and there wasn't anything anyone could do to change what had happened.
As he drove, Tohma's mind wandered a little, but not so much as to distract him. He simply wanted to reflect on everything that had been and on the things that could soon be. There were times driving afforded him that one simple luxury.
His life had changed in many ways, and it was because of his partner. The younger man gave things an added depth and a brightness as well. Tohma knew it had to do with enthusiasm and passion. They'd always been present in everything his partner did. It had been those qualities he had decided to keep the younger man signed on to NG.
A soft smile touched his lips. Truth be told, it hadn't been his idea to keep the vocalist around, not at first. His concern and his desire to protect Eiri had prevented him from seeing such endearments for what they truly. Now that he had, he was grateful to Sakano for fighting for the youth to come home and back to NG.
Next to him, Shuichi started to wake some, a yawn escaping the vocalist in the process. Tohma reached over and caressed the younger man's cheek, hoping his lover would fall back to sleep from the contact. The trip had been an exhausting one for both of them, and Tohma wanted nothing more than to forget about it, at least for a few more hours. Eventually, he'd find a way to work the last few days' to his advantage, but he didn't really want to put the effort into such activities at the moment.
"Are we almost to Tokyo yet?"
"No," Tohma replied, keeping the contact between himself and Shuichi going. "Go back to sleep."
"Mmmkay."
Shuichi settled into the seat once more, his eyes drifting close, and Tohma continued to drive. Yes. The vocalist was precious to him, and he'd find somewhere to stop for the night. It didn't matter where they slept, as long as he could hold the younger man in his arms at night. To Tohma, that was paradise.
The first piece is untitled. I can't think of a title for it and, truthfully right now, I don't want to.
"I hate you, you know."
The older man blinked at the calmness radiating from the youth sitting across from him. Bright eyes gazed fiercely at him, their intensity never wavering. There was something different, though, something he couldn't quite place. It was as if a major change had taken place. The intensity in those eyes were something he'd always come to expect but the words and the calm behaviour threw him.
"I'd like to say it's nothing personal," he continued, rising to his feet, "but it would be a lie and I've often been told I'm a lousy liar. I hate you."
"It's because I don't approve of you, isn't it?" the older man inquired, scowling. "And of everything you've done."
"Honestly?"
"Yes. Honestly. It's because . . ."
Already, the rage burned hot in his blood. First, Shindou Shuichi wormed his way into Eiri's life. Then he wrecked his oldest's engagement to Usami Ayaka before finally becoming a permanent and rather important person in his family. Even Mika had warmed up to the would-be vocalist.
"Honestly, I don't give a damn of what you think about me. I never have and I never will."
Again, that cool regard and . . . was it disdain in those violet eyes? The Uesugi patriarch couldn't tell.
"I hate you for everything you've ever made Eiri endure. Because he wasn't perfect. Because he doesn't look Japanese. You're his father, for fuck's sake." Those amethyst eyes narrowed. "And fathers are supposed to be there for their sons, to love them unconditionally. You've never accepted Eiri for who he was, for who he could have been, and I hate you because of that."
"What is that? Some American ideal you're trying to sell me on?"
"No," Shuichi replied, his expression softening. "Not some American ideal. A truth. Sons should be able to turn to their fathers in their times of need. I've always been able to rely on my dad. Eiri can't say the same and it pains me to know that. It pains him, too."
"Eiri doesn't care what I think of him," Uesugi-san snorted. "He's told me that more than once."
"Then it only shows how little you know your own son."
--
"Hey, Reiji-san . . ."
"What is it?" the girl snapped, her right eyebrow twitching in irritation as she turned to glare at him. Today had not been a very good one, not with Shuichi in theatrics over . . . something. No one had been able to figure out what had set the vocalist off, but everyone in the studio (namely himself, Reiji, and Suguru) figured it had something to do with Eiri.
Of course, Shuichi's aggravation had strongly affected the younger girl, causing her to become angry as well. Everyone on the Bad Luck team had long since accepted Shuich's theatrics to minor things quite some time ago, but the American female was still having a difficult time coming to terms with the vocalist's personality. Reiji had even gone as far as to threaten to shoot the next person (namely Shuichi) who even thought of stepping out of line. She was a damn good manager but there was something about her behaviour that irked Hiro, and he started to think that maybe Shuichi was right. The girl was obsessed with him.
He cupped her chin in one hand then kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Don't stress so much over what Shuichi does. Believe it or not, this is actually normal."
With a sly wink, he turned and walked away.
--
Tohma let out a weary sigh then rubbed his eyes in an effort to try and keep himself awake. It had been a long drive so far, and it wouldn't be over for a few more hours, or not until he reached the hotel. The last thought was starting to become rather appealing.
For a brief moment, he entertained driving all the way back to Tokyo. They were getting close to home, and it would be nice to sleep in their bed rather than stay at a hotel. After a quick glance at his slumbering passenger, he immediately dismissed the idea. They were both tired and would benefit greatly from getting a good night's rest before they returned home than if he tried to risk it. While he was a businessman and knew risks were necessary in many occasions, there were also some things that weren't best left to chance. His companion wasn't a thing per se, but he still wasn't someone Tohma wanted to lose. He had become just as precious to Tohma as Eiri was, and there wasn't anything anyone could do to change what had happened.
As he drove, Tohma's mind wandered a little, but not so much as to distract him. He simply wanted to reflect on everything that had been and on the things that could soon be. There were times driving afforded him that one simple luxury.
His life had changed in many ways, and it was because of his partner. The younger man gave things an added depth and a brightness as well. Tohma knew it had to do with enthusiasm and passion. They'd always been present in everything his partner did. It had been those qualities he had decided to keep the younger man signed on to NG.
A soft smile touched his lips. Truth be told, it hadn't been his idea to keep the vocalist around, not at first. His concern and his desire to protect Eiri had prevented him from seeing such endearments for what they truly. Now that he had, he was grateful to Sakano for fighting for the youth to come home and back to NG.
Next to him, Shuichi started to wake some, a yawn escaping the vocalist in the process. Tohma reached over and caressed the younger man's cheek, hoping his lover would fall back to sleep from the contact. The trip had been an exhausting one for both of them, and Tohma wanted nothing more than to forget about it, at least for a few more hours. Eventually, he'd find a way to work the last few days' to his advantage, but he didn't really want to put the effort into such activities at the moment.
"Are we almost to Tokyo yet?"
"No," Tohma replied, keeping the contact between himself and Shuichi going. "Go back to sleep."
"Mmmkay."
Shuichi settled into the seat once more, his eyes drifting close, and Tohma continued to drive. Yes. The vocalist was precious to him, and he'd find somewhere to stop for the night. It didn't matter where they slept, as long as he could hold the younger man in his arms at night. To Tohma, that was paradise.