Halloween [Gravitation, Eiri/Shuichi, Riku]
Title: Halloween
Fandom: Gravitation
Request: for pillowmagic
Shuichi/Eiri break up--"candy corn"
Rating: Sort of PG-13
Word Count: 375
Disclaimer: Gravitation and its characters do not belong to me.
A/N: Not what I intended to write tonight, because I definitely was in the mood for something fluffier. Why does this kind of thing come so much easier? ;_;
Riku was eating from a bowl of candy corn when it happened. He’d taken off most of his clown costume, but he still had on the big, red nose because he liked to think that Eiri enjoyed the honking sound it made. (The writer had assured him that he didn’t, in fact, enjoy it. But, well, he lied, sometimes.)
He heard them fighting before he saw anything. He didn’t give it much thought at first; fighting was bad, but it was hardly ever Serious. Their voices came from the bedroom, and it wasn’t the words of the argument that alarmed him (“stupid”, “fuck”, “don’t”, “pretend to understand”, “shut up”, “make me”, “childish”, “stubborn”, “infuriating”, “hate you hate you hate you”) but the length.
When they finally emerged, the bowl was more than half empty and he was starting to feel a little sick. Shuichi The Punk Rocker came first, stomping ineffectively in his black and white striped socks, followed by Eiri The-The-The…well, he didn’t have a costume. Which was a little lame, but Riku was willing to share his candy with him, anyway. Shuichi’s eye makeup was running, smudged, but at least he wasn’t crying (Riku hated to see him crying) when he said, strained, “I’m going.”
“Do me a favor.”
“Anything you say.”
“Stay gone this time.”
Riku’s fingers stilled in the candy corn as Shuichi jammed his feet into boots and turned, hands reaching out and grabbing the writer by his shirt with a cracked, sobbed, “Screw you” before he bruised a kiss to Eiri’s sneering lips. Riku wanted to laugh, considering the singer’s black lipstick and imagining how it would look on Eiri’s mouth, but he couldn’t, so he looked down at the bowl in his lap and didn’t think about it.
He looked up when Shuichi opened the door; Eiri slammed it behind him. He came and sat down beside Riku on the couch and slapped the bowl away when Riku offered it to him. The boy watched as the candy corn spilled across the floor, didn’t watch as the writer covered his face with his palm. Riku honked his clown nose and Eiri said nothing, but his shoulders shook a little, and Riku chose to pretend that he was laughing.
Fandom: Gravitation
Request: for pillowmagic
Shuichi/Eiri break up--"candy corn"
Rating: Sort of PG-13
Word Count: 375
Disclaimer: Gravitation and its characters do not belong to me.
A/N: Not what I intended to write tonight, because I definitely was in the mood for something fluffier. Why does this kind of thing come so much easier? ;_;
Riku was eating from a bowl of candy corn when it happened. He’d taken off most of his clown costume, but he still had on the big, red nose because he liked to think that Eiri enjoyed the honking sound it made. (The writer had assured him that he didn’t, in fact, enjoy it. But, well, he lied, sometimes.)
He heard them fighting before he saw anything. He didn’t give it much thought at first; fighting was bad, but it was hardly ever Serious. Their voices came from the bedroom, and it wasn’t the words of the argument that alarmed him (“stupid”, “fuck”, “don’t”, “pretend to understand”, “shut up”, “make me”, “childish”, “stubborn”, “infuriating”, “hate you hate you hate you”) but the length.
When they finally emerged, the bowl was more than half empty and he was starting to feel a little sick. Shuichi The Punk Rocker came first, stomping ineffectively in his black and white striped socks, followed by Eiri The-The-The…well, he didn’t have a costume. Which was a little lame, but Riku was willing to share his candy with him, anyway. Shuichi’s eye makeup was running, smudged, but at least he wasn’t crying (Riku hated to see him crying) when he said, strained, “I’m going.”
“Do me a favor.”
“Anything you say.”
“Stay gone this time.”
Riku’s fingers stilled in the candy corn as Shuichi jammed his feet into boots and turned, hands reaching out and grabbing the writer by his shirt with a cracked, sobbed, “Screw you” before he bruised a kiss to Eiri’s sneering lips. Riku wanted to laugh, considering the singer’s black lipstick and imagining how it would look on Eiri’s mouth, but he couldn’t, so he looked down at the bowl in his lap and didn’t think about it.
He looked up when Shuichi opened the door; Eiri slammed it behind him. He came and sat down beside Riku on the couch and slapped the bowl away when Riku offered it to him. The boy watched as the candy corn spilled across the floor, didn’t watch as the writer covered his face with his palm. Riku honked his clown nose and Eiri said nothing, but his shoulders shook a little, and Riku chose to pretend that he was laughing.