Title: Good Love Stories never had Happy Endings

By: Aizawa Sakura

Disclaimer: Gravitation belong to Maki Murakami. Plays mentioned not mine.

Summary: Hiro goes to visit royal bastard Yuki. He sure did not see this coming. Slash/shounen ai. Yuki/Hiro. Not in a good way though.

Warnings: A tad slashy. Probably bad grammar. Spoilers for different plays by Shakespeare and Euripides.


"I don't believe in love." It sounds annoyingly scientific when he says it. Much like: I don't believe in ghosts or Newton's third law of motion states that… clearly, he's not taking me seriously, and it pisses me of. It's not like I don't have anything better to do than spend my free afternoon with him. My first free afternoon since Christmas, that is. Seeing that it's the middle of may already, that actually means something. I'd very much like to punch him. Right in his perfect face. Guess I've never been able to stand him. Instead I swallow and asks calmly:

"How can you say that?"

"It's true" he answers. Guess I should have seen that coming. He continues: "love doesn't exist. It's just a foolish thing which people made up because they thought it was going to take them happier. But clearly it didn't."

"And Shuichi?" I hiss.

"As I've told him, and as I will tell you: I don't love him. Never have, never will."

"And what he feels for you?"

"His naïve imagination."

"He loves you."

"I don't love him."

It's hard to restrain from attacking him. Not only has he taken advantage of and hurt my best friend, but he also speaks of it like it means nothing to him. With a smile on his face, no less.

"If you don't love him, then why do you keep taking him back?" I've long wanted to ask that question. How many times have he kicked Shuichi out? And how many times has he taken him back? I've lost count. Yuki's smile grows wider.

"He's a good way to kill some time."


"I said: he's a good way to kill some time. You may believe that my life as a novelist is all perfect and entertaining, but as a matter of fact, I get bored quite often."

That's it. In seconds I have grabbed his collar and pressed him up against the nearest wall.

"You bastard!" I roar, "Is that all he is to you! Some freaking toy! You make love to him because you're bored!"

He's not impressed by my sudden outburst.

"My dear Hiroshi-san" he says, and that's more than enough to make me sick, "I don't make love to him. I simply fuck him. However and whenever I feel like it."

He's going down. I use all my strength along with all my weight as I throw him at the floor. I land atop of him. I grab hold of his wrists and presses his arms hard against the floor so he can't move. My breathing is harsh. My heartbeat fast.

"Never… never come near him again" I growl, my face just inches from his. He doesn't move. He does nothing except from looking at me with piercing eyes.

"I've made you angry" he observes.

I don't answer. I always thought his eyes were blue, at this distance, I can see clearly how wrong I was. They're green. A light green, with a tad of yellow as well. That doesn't really surprise me. His paleness, blonde hair and natural grace has always reminded me of a vampire and the eye colour just adds to it. Suddenly I remember the first time I saw him. Saw his picture in one of his books. He might be an ass in person, but physically, he's rather attractive.

"Fuck you" I say.

He keeps smiling that wicked smile. And I babble:

"Come on man, you've built your living on love. If you don't believe in it, how come you're so freaking good at writing those sappy love stories?"

"You've read my novels, Hiroshi?" Oh no, I'm not owing up to that one.

"A few of them" I say.

"Then you know what they are. Sappy love stories you call them. That's not true. They're heart wrecking love stories. Or so my fans say. As well as the critics. Not sappy. Good."

"Good! They're not good! They're unhappy and depressing. I can't believe people actually like them!"

"They all have good endings."

"They do not!"

"They have. There's a difference between good endings and happy endings. My novels all have good endings. Not one of them have happy ones." My grip of his wrists have loosened. Slowly he frees his arms and places them behind his head before he continues:

"Think of it, love stories never have happy endings."

"They do" I hear myself say.

"Not the good ones."

"And which are the good ones?"

"Romeo and Juliet."

"That's a tragedy, it's supposed to be unhappy."

"It's also considered the number one love story of all times." He's right of course.

"When it comes to love" he says "many stories end unhappily."

"That doesn't mean it has to end unhappily I reality too" I try.

"I thought you said I should never get close to Shuichi again."

"I did. But he won't give up on you."

"Of course he won't. He can't."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I've got my charm. People can't help but get attracted to me" I can't believe him. Time to punch his face in, it seems.

"Your charm! More like your looks. It's really all there is to you. All you have is a pretty face." He chuckles.

"Isn't it funny…" he says.

"What is?" I spit, I really can't see anything funny in this situation.

"Isn't it funny, that even though you're the one on top, you still feel submissive towards me." He has moved his arm, placed his hand on my thigh.

"Get away from me!" I say.

"I can't" he answers, smiling, "I'm pinned to the ground here."

I pull myself up straighter. Away from him. And that's when he attacks me. In seconds, our positions have been reversed. I'm lying on the floor, Yuki on top of me. His eyes narrowed.

"That got uncomfortable" he says, his face so close to mine that our noses nearly touch each other.

"That was intended for" I answer, almost brushing my lips against his.

"What happened to Romeo and Juliet?" he asks.

"Died" I say.

"And the girl in Hamlet? What's her name?"



"Killed herself?"


"Killed her children."

"Kill you darlings."(1)


"You see, there is no such thing as love. Just physical attraction." He whispers. I blush. He's to close, his voice to coarse, his body to hot against mine. My heart beat is picking up.

"You see" he says again, "you're coming on to me, and that definitely don't have anything to do with love."

"Get…of…me. Please."

"How does good love stories always end?"

"Someone dies?"

"Yes, either that, or the hero makes out with the heroine's best friend."

He bits down hard on my lower lip. His tongue touches mine. I guess it was foolish to believe I could make him understand. Foolish to believe I could make Yuki change his mind. I set out to help Shuichi, now it seems like I will only succeed in hurting him even more.


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(1)"Kill your Darlings" is a quote, I heard it from my teacher, who was quoting… Mark Twain, I think. I believe Hemingway have used it too. Well, the point is that I didn't make it up.