Disclaimer: Gravi isn't mine. And 'Linger' is by the Cranberries.

Wrapped around your finger
By Miyamoto Yui

Prologue – "…if I do."

When I was regaining consciousness, I found it so hard to breathe because it was like something was pushing on my stomach. As I opened my eyes, I found Shuichi sleeping happily on top of me with his hands in fists…
…and unfortunately drooling on my shirt.
This should have been wrong, but it didn't feel like it was. The dark green blanket over us was as familiar a scene to me as with seeing Shuichi's eyes closed out of exhaustion from band practice.
His head was on my chest and my arm was around his back. I looked at him and and turned away in shame. It was kind of dumb. We didn't do anything at all. This was just how comfortable we were with one another.
I sighed as I watched him breathe heavily. "You baka," I whispered as I patted his back to comfort him even though he wasn't awake to really feel it at all.
"What will I ever do with you?" I asked the unconscious Shuichi who just stirred as his fists became slightly tighter.

You can't run to me forever, Shuichi.
Even though I want you to. You know I wouldn't really mind it at all.

As if he heard my thoughts, he began to talk aloud in his sleep. "Demo, demo…Boku wa…anta…ga…suki."

I felt short-changed, Shuichi. I know I should be used to this whole thing, but I can't stand it anymore. The more I see what's happening, the more I just want to scream at you for being so naïve.
I know you're just being you, but how can I tell you that this isn't good for you? This isn't good for me either.
In the end, you will have to choose.

Even though you don't want to think about it, I know it's in the back of your mind. That nagging feeling that gets you into mini slumps that keeps you quiet for a few minutes. Even though you deny it, I will always know…

Ring, ring! Ring, ring!
I dried my hair with a towel and answered the phone. "Hello?"
My heart skipped a beat in fear of his serious, low tone. I stopped drying my hair as I said, "Shuichi?"
"Hiro…please come get me," he pleaded.
Without questions, I just dropped my towel and said, "Where are you?"
"In front of the studio."
"I'll be right there."
I grabbed a shirt and my helmet and ran to my motorcycle. I sighed as I gripped the handle wondering what had happened. He was as serious as that time…with Ask…
I pulled on the handle and zoomed even faster even though it had started to sprinkle in the middle of the night.
By the time I got there, it was raining hard and so I was a little bit later than I wanted to arrive. Shuichi stood alone like a lonely little kid with his yellow hooded sweatshirt and red sneakers.
He pouted at me with a big lip as he wrapped his arms around my neck. "Hiro!"
I hugged him as the rain poured even harder. "What the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night?!"
At that moment, Shuichi let go of me. Taking one step back, he then took off his hood under the lamppost as his eyes averted themselves to the ground.
"Shuichi…" I said unable to say anything else.

His right cheek was black and blue under his jawline…

It took a second or two to register inside my head as my eyes became smaller and smaller. "Who did this to you, Shuichi?"
Shuichi shrugged and hugged me again. "Hiro take me home to your place. I'm sorry I called you out here."
"Shuichi, you are twenty-years-old. Trying to change the subject will not help you now," I harshly scolded. "Now tell me. Who did this to you?!"
But he wouldn't say anything as he shook his head.
"Did Yuki do this to you, Shuichi?! TELL ME." I was getting impatient as my shaking hand found itself on his back. I sighed as I rubbed his wet back.
He didn't do anything as he held me tighter not even being able to cry.
I opened my eyes wide as his grip loosened and he was falling. I caught him just as he was about to hit the ground.
Leaving my bike there for an expected violation the next morning, instead of thinking logically, I let my feelings take over.

I carried him in my arms while running through the streets of Tokyo. I don't know how I did it, but I did…

And so, here I am staring at Shuichi wearing my gray sweatshirt…
…with a mark on his face that gets me so angry I could burn someone with a single touch from that anger.
But I know Shuichi more than anyone will ever know. With a single glance at him, I know his emotions, whether or not he'd like to acknowledge them.

So, he doesn't have to tell me what had happened.

He was mine before he ever met you, Yuki.

I let him do as he wished, but I won't stand it anymore.

Later that morning, I lifted up my coffee cup to my lips and drank the warm black liquid as Shuichi rubbed eyes. I pushed my cup towards him as he took it into his hands. My eyes couldn't face him as I my braid felt so tight and my hands clenched in my jean pockets.
I asked, "Shuichi, we have to talk."
He took a sip of the coffee and nodded his head slowly. "Yes, Hiro?"
"I'm not going to beat around the bush. So, I'm just going to say this all in one go."
Closing my eyes, I then looked at him straight in the eye. "I'm not going to repeat this again, so please pay attention."
Shuichi placed the cup on the table next to him as he looked to the ground. "Okay…"
"Stop coming here."

His head darted up as he stared incredulously at me. "Why? Did I do something wrong?"
"Yes," I honestly answered back.
He didn't say anything.
"I want this to stop." In slight cowardice, I turned around unable to look at him straight in the face. Gripping my hands and trying not to cry, I seriously say, "I don't like being your toy anymore, Shuichi."
"Toy? But Hiro I don't under-"
I turned around as I grabbed his shoulders with my hands gently. "I'm your best friend. I know that very well. But I can't be quiet anymore. Whenever you fight with Yuki, you come to me. And then, I'll have to give you back again because you'll feel better later."
"And I really do appreciate it-"
I closed my eyes in frustration trying to make him understand me. Then, I placed my hands on his cheeks softly so that I wouldn't push against his wound. "No, Shuichi. What I'm trying to say is that…"
"Yes, Hiro?" His eyes intensely looked back at me and I almost lost my train of thought as I looked at him in confusion.
"I don't want to give you back this time," I said with much determination in my voice.
I grabbed onto his sleeves and felt like I couldn't breathe. I calmly looked at him through my inner chaos as a song kept on repeating in my head:

"You know I'm such a fool for you,
You've got me wrapped around your finger.
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to? Do you have to? Do you have to
Let it linger?"

I then said, "It'll kill me this time if I do."

Author's note: This was just a spur of the moment. And as with it being one of the 90th fics I've ever made…expect a really bad plot twist…
But, right now, as with all my fics in progress, I'll be late in updating due to school and work.