Gravitation. Eiri x Shuichi. Anniversary.
Title: Seven
Author: cuethe_pulse
Fandom: Gravitation
Pairing: Eiri x Shuichi
Genre: Slash
Table: Here
Prompt: 12-Anniversary
Rating: PG
Word Count: 700
Summary: Seven years ago, he would’ve rather died than do something like this.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Gravitation and its characters do not belong to me.
“Hey, Yuki, listen, I’m-” It was supposed to be Eiri now, but the singer still slipped and called him Yuki when he was particularly nervous, horny, angry, or in a terrible hurry. Eiri frowned as he deciphered the message through the loud sounds of a cheering crowd. “The concert didn’t start on time, so I’ll be running late and I’ll probably have to take the next flight out, or-or maybe catch a bus or something, I don’t know, but I’ll try my best to get there before midnight and I’ll meet you at the hotel, okay? I love you, please forgive me, I’ve gotta go, bye!”
Eiri closed his cell phone and slipped it into his pocket, letting a slightly annoyed sigh escape as he headed outside the airport to hail a cab. Damn brat. This was his idea in the first place and he wasn’t even here. He rolled his eyes as he remembered Shuichi’s words: “You can fly in and I can fly in and we can meet there at the airport and, Eiri, it’ll be so romantic, won’t it?”
Yeah, right.
But whatever. He didn’t care. Not really.
…He couldn’t believe he let himself get talked into this.
“I’ll just see you when your tour ends, idiot.”
“No!” Shuichi clutched at his arm, effectively hindering his typing. “I have to see you on our anniversary!”
Eiri made a futile attempt to jerk his arm free. “Why?”
“What do you mean, why? Why do you have to ask? Are you sure you’re a romance novelist?” Shuichi nipped at Eiri’s ear to make the writer look at him. “It’s our anniversary, Eiri.”
“Our seventh. Who celebrates the seventh?”
Shuichi leaned forward so their foreheads pressed together and sighed one of his sad, hopeful little sighs that Eiri really, really hated, and asked, “We do?”
Eiri opened the hotel window and leaned out of it to keep most of the cigarette smoke from wafting around the room. Shuichi hated that; and that crazy American manager of his always harassed Eiri if Shuichi so much as coughed during a song.
Seven years. He wasn’t sure how so much time had gone by without him noticing it. Although…if he had noticed, what would he have done? Kept it from continuing? He could say so, if asked, but he doubted that was actually true. Somehow, in some way, Shuichi was…Shuichi was…
“Am I the most important part of your life?”
Eiri arched an eyebrow from his spot against the wall. “What kind of question is that?”
“A perfectly good one.” Shuichi grunted as he struggled to close his suitcase. “I’m just curious, I guess, to know how I measure up against everything else.”
“Tch. You just want your ego stroked.”
“We don’t have time for that, Eiri; I have a plane to catch.”
“Seven years really should’ve made you smarter.”
Shuichi giggled. “Seven years means you love me.”
Pfft. Where did that came from? “Hardly.”
“Anyway,” Shuichi said, getting back to his original point, “how much is it going to suck for you without me being here?”
“You’re such a brat,” he scoffed.
“Mmmhm.” Shuichi successfully zipped his suitcase closed and smiled up at him. “I’ll miss you, too.”
Several cigarettes later it was 11:50, and Eiri was getting tired, bored, and more than a little irritated. This was stupid. The dummy was too sentimental, caring so much about stupid things like anniversary dates. It would’ve been so much easier on both of them to just wait. They were barely going to have any time together now, so what was the point?
“Are you sure you’re a romance novelist?”
…Hn. He’d never thought he would wind up with someone who actually believed in the crap he’d spent years churning out for his books. It was just his luck.
At 11:57 the door opened, and Eiri had less than a second to blink, to breathe, before Shuichi pounced, limbs ensnaring him, knocking them both back onto the bed. “Happy anniversary!!”
“Seven years means you love me.”
Well…
Eiri almost smiled and slid his arms around Shuichi’s waist, holding him lightly, as the singer nuzzled happily at his neck. “Just in time, brat.”
Author: cuethe_pulse
Fandom: Gravitation
Pairing: Eiri x Shuichi
Genre: Slash
Table: Here
Prompt: 12-Anniversary
Rating: PG
Word Count: 700
Summary: Seven years ago, he would’ve rather died than do something like this.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Gravitation and its characters do not belong to me.
“Hey, Yuki, listen, I’m-” It was supposed to be Eiri now, but the singer still slipped and called him Yuki when he was particularly nervous, horny, angry, or in a terrible hurry. Eiri frowned as he deciphered the message through the loud sounds of a cheering crowd. “The concert didn’t start on time, so I’ll be running late and I’ll probably have to take the next flight out, or-or maybe catch a bus or something, I don’t know, but I’ll try my best to get there before midnight and I’ll meet you at the hotel, okay? I love you, please forgive me, I’ve gotta go, bye!”
Eiri closed his cell phone and slipped it into his pocket, letting a slightly annoyed sigh escape as he headed outside the airport to hail a cab. Damn brat. This was his idea in the first place and he wasn’t even here. He rolled his eyes as he remembered Shuichi’s words: “You can fly in and I can fly in and we can meet there at the airport and, Eiri, it’ll be so romantic, won’t it?”
Yeah, right.
But whatever. He didn’t care. Not really.
…He couldn’t believe he let himself get talked into this.
“I’ll just see you when your tour ends, idiot.”
“No!” Shuichi clutched at his arm, effectively hindering his typing. “I have to see you on our anniversary!”
Eiri made a futile attempt to jerk his arm free. “Why?”
“What do you mean, why? Why do you have to ask? Are you sure you’re a romance novelist?” Shuichi nipped at Eiri’s ear to make the writer look at him. “It’s our anniversary, Eiri.”
“Our seventh. Who celebrates the seventh?”
Shuichi leaned forward so their foreheads pressed together and sighed one of his sad, hopeful little sighs that Eiri really, really hated, and asked, “We do?”
Eiri opened the hotel window and leaned out of it to keep most of the cigarette smoke from wafting around the room. Shuichi hated that; and that crazy American manager of his always harassed Eiri if Shuichi so much as coughed during a song.
Seven years. He wasn’t sure how so much time had gone by without him noticing it. Although…if he had noticed, what would he have done? Kept it from continuing? He could say so, if asked, but he doubted that was actually true. Somehow, in some way, Shuichi was…Shuichi was…
“Am I the most important part of your life?”
Eiri arched an eyebrow from his spot against the wall. “What kind of question is that?”
“A perfectly good one.” Shuichi grunted as he struggled to close his suitcase. “I’m just curious, I guess, to know how I measure up against everything else.”
“Tch. You just want your ego stroked.”
“We don’t have time for that, Eiri; I have a plane to catch.”
“Seven years really should’ve made you smarter.”
Shuichi giggled. “Seven years means you love me.”
Pfft. Where did that came from? “Hardly.”
“Anyway,” Shuichi said, getting back to his original point, “how much is it going to suck for you without me being here?”
“You’re such a brat,” he scoffed.
“Mmmhm.” Shuichi successfully zipped his suitcase closed and smiled up at him. “I’ll miss you, too.”
Several cigarettes later it was 11:50, and Eiri was getting tired, bored, and more than a little irritated. This was stupid. The dummy was too sentimental, caring so much about stupid things like anniversary dates. It would’ve been so much easier on both of them to just wait. They were barely going to have any time together now, so what was the point?
“Are you sure you’re a romance novelist?”
…Hn. He’d never thought he would wind up with someone who actually believed in the crap he’d spent years churning out for his books. It was just his luck.
At 11:57 the door opened, and Eiri had less than a second to blink, to breathe, before Shuichi pounced, limbs ensnaring him, knocking them both back onto the bed. “Happy anniversary!!”
“Seven years means you love me.”
Well…
Eiri almost smiled and slid his arms around Shuichi’s waist, holding him lightly, as the singer nuzzled happily at his neck. “Just in time, brat.”