A Story for Shuichi
Disclaimers: I don't own gravitation.
Eiri's fingers lingered on the keyboard. The keys were long ago smoothed
over, shiny even in the modest light from his monitor. Shuichi was asleep
in their bed. Eiri knew this to be true as much as he knew his heart beat.
What he wasn't sure of was the next novel that was meant to flow from his
He had given the outline to of Standing in the Snow to his editor. She
loved it. It would be easy to write. He wanted to write something else. The
story his heart called him to didn't have a name yet. It didn't have a
whole story yet. What it had was the promise of Shuichi smiles, of peels of
delighted laughter, and the rolling of those beautiful violet eyes. He
wanted to write a story for Shuichi.
Restless, he left the keyboard and padded silently through their house. So
many things had changed. From the refrigerator, he retrieved an expensive
bottled water. His ulcer didn't need the beer and neither did his soul
anymore, but it also couldn't stand the damn pop that Shuichi drank.
Dishes sat in the sink still, from having Tohma and Mika over. The evening
had been pleasant. The night had begun better than the evening as he'd made
love to Shuichi, and held his singer until sleep had evened his breathing,
lulled him to peaceful dreams. Morning was near now, and standing on their
porch, bottle of sparkling water paused against his lips, it was as though
he were racing the sun to answer his question. Did he write the novel his
editor wanted, or did he write the novel he wanted to give Shuichi?
Color from the sun spread out over Tokyo. It wasn't really a contest.
Shuichi won. Still, he'd write a story that spun his love for Shuichi, but
shone so brightly that even his readers would love the Shuichi in his
"Eiri," Shuichi called softly, padding out into the kitchen. "Did you sleep
at all? It's not good for you, you know that, right?"
"I know. I didn't sleep," he admitted, knowing he had to dress and go to an
interview in a couple of hours, "but I dreamt a beautiful new story. A
story of love that nothing could tarnish."
Shuichi smiled and almost overflowed his fruit loops he was so busy
watching Eiri. "You're so gorgeous when you're dreaming up stories!"
Eiri just smiled.