Title: Learning to Fly

Author: Hawk Clowd

Disclaimer: Maki Murakami would be a god if she weren't already a human; she owns Gravitation. If somehow the rights were transferred over to me, however, I do believe I would have a thousand angry fans banging on my door asking why I couldn't just let the boys have a happy ending every once in awhile.

Blood Type: Chocolate syrup. Simply because I can.

Part: One out of Five

Warnings: None, so far. I'm trying to cut back on my cursing, both in my writing and in real life, so there shouldn't be too much of that going on. There may be smut later on, but I make no guarantees.

Archived: The usual places. I do not do free archiving, however, and will be seriously pissed off if I find that someone has been hosting my fic without asking first. Yes, this has happened, and no, I didn't like it then, either.


"Do you know what I've always wanted to do?" Shuichi asked Yuki, who was lounging on the couch nearby, trying to watch the evening news. Shuichi was sitting a few feet away, on the floor, and when the writer didn't respond, Shuichi edged closer to him so that he could nudge the blond in the side.

Yuki sighed in irritation. "Do we have to do this now?"

Shuichi paused. "No, I guess not. But I'd like it if we could; I'll end up forgetting about it if we don't and I don't want to forget to tell you this!"

"Fine then. What is it you've always wanted to do?" Yuki inquired, his eyes never straying from the television screen. The current broadcast consisted of something along the lines of breakfast cereals curing cancer, which Yuki didn't particularly care about, but the reporter had a familiar voice and he couldn't figure out why. He was also hoping that Shuichi would take a hint and shut his trap for a little while.

No such luck.

"I've always wanted to fly," Shuichi told him gleefully.

Yuki grunted. "I'll buy you a plane ticket," he replied. "Maybe even two. Now be quiet."

"Na~aa, Yuki, that's not what I meant!" Shuichi protested, eyes wide. "I mean, I can understand why you thought I meant that, but that's really not what I meant! But it did sort of sound like that's what I wanted to say, so..."

Having realized why the reporter's voice was so familiar (she had been one of his unremarkable one night stands a few years back), Yuki turned away from the television to watch Shuichi go into a brief vocal tirade as to why Yuki must have misunderstood his meaning. It amazed the writer when he realized that the possibility of him misinterpreting the statement on purpose never once crossed Shuichi's mind.

Interrupting the fool by reaching over and clamping the boy's lips shut, Yuki frowned. "So what did you mean, then?" he asked. The news had been put on hold temporarily by a steady stream of commercials, so Yuki decided he had the time to hear Shuichi out. He released the boy's mouth. "And don't say you want to learn how to fly an airplane. I don't trust you behind the wheel of a car, much less in a plane's cockpit."

Shuichi snickered at the word 'cockpit', as teenage boys are prone to do, but he shook his head. "Nope, I didn't mean that, either! I want to fly without machinery or nothing, just like a bird!"

Allowing himself a brief moment to imagine his lover dressed in a duck costume and jumping off the roof of the apartment building they lived in, flapping his arms all the while, Yuki's patience quickly turned into cynicism. "Like a bird? You can't do that--it's ridiculous."

"I never said I could actually do it," Shuichi cried, face pulling into a pout. "I just wish I could! Don't make fun of me, Yuki! Haven't you ever dreamed of being able to do something like that?"

Thinking back on all of the daydreams he could remember having, Yuki shook his head. "No, I haven't. It certainly would make sex a lot more interesting if you could do it, though."

Shuichi made a face. "Pervert."

Yuki chose not to respond to that, opting instead to turn back to the television. The current commercial involved someone chasing a bear around in circles. Yuki didn't catch what it was supposed to be advertising, but he did think the concept of chasing bears held some promise. Once he got over his flying thing, Yuki would send Shuichi out to do that.

"We should jump out of a plane together," Shuichi said finally with a decisive nod of his head.

It took a moment for that statement to sink in, but, once it did, Yuki couldn't help but gape at the younger boy. "Why should we do something crazy like that?"

"It would be fun!" Shuichi said. "And maybe... Maybe it would be a little bit like flying!"

"Not going to happen."

"Why not? C'mon, Yuki, it's perfectly safe!"

Yuki shot the boy a look. "About as safe as jumping in front of a moving bus, maybe."

"No, really, it is! You get lessons beforehand and they give you an extra parachute just in case the first one doesn't work and you can even have the instructor with you the whole time if you're not ready to go it alone! See, they strap him onto your back just in case you forget to do something and he--"

"No, Shuichi."

The singer began to whine. "But I wanna~aaaa!"

Yuki scowled. The news program was back on, but he no longer cared about it overly much. He was imagining himself jumping out of a plane, the ground quickly rising to meet him... And the parachute not working as it was supposed to. If it was a slow news day, he would probably make the front page of the paper. He could see the headlines now: 'Novelist plunges to his death! Stunned lover says he never saw it coming!' No. No no no no no.

"Yuki, c'mon!" Shuichi continued. "It would be so cool! How many couples get to say that they jumped out of a plane together?"

"The crazy ones," Yuki growled in reply, "and we are not a 'couple'." He frowned. "If you want to leap to your death, go ahead, but don't drag me along with you!"

"But doing it alone won't be nearly as much fun!" Shuichi cried, propelling himself into Yuki's lap and wrapping his arms around the writer's neck. "Come on! Let's go sky-diving!"

The boy apparently had no idea as to how stubborn Yuki really was. "I said no."


"No!" Yuki scowled. "And I don't want to hear anymore about it, do you understand?"

"Yes," Shuichi mumbled. He flung himself off of Yuki so that he was sitting on the other end of the couch. Crossing his arms over his chest, the boy began to mutter to himself, quietly so that Yuki couldn't hear exactly what he was saying.

Yuki frowned, watching the boy out of the corner of his eye. How on Earth had he ended up with a boyfriend that talked to himself? Why couldn't he just have a normal, sane, understanding boyfriend? For that matter, he reasoned, why stop there? Having a girlfriend would be much better. One who wasn't paranoid or demanding, preferably. He sighed. Because girls like that didn't exist, he reasoned, and because Shuichi was... Shuichi, and Yuki wouldn't have traded that for all the one night stands in the world, even despite the fact that the boy had a tendency of going out of his mind every ten minutes.

"I'm going to jump out of a plane," Shuichi declared finally, a note of triumph in his voice. "And I'm gonna do it all by myself!"

This again? Yuki groaned inwardly. "Fine," he replied, "but don't expect me to catch you when things go wrong!"

"Don't worry," Shuichi replied. "I won't."

---to be continued--