[fanfic] Tsukiyo, Chapter Four (Tohma x Shuichi, theme #28, snowglobe)
Title: Tsukiyo, Chapter Four
Pairing: Tohma x Shuichi
Rating: Getting a little intense now so PG13
Warnings: Character death
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation
Little flakes of snow whirled about him, obscurring his vision and chilling him to the bone. he had not dressed properly, having expected the weather to be in the high nineties. The weather had topsy-turvied and suddenly, much like his life had. It reminded Tohma of the snowglobes tourists bought when they were on vacation.
"Eiri, stop!"
Shuichi's distraught voice cut through the blonde's thoughts, and Tohma frowned. Was he reliving the night he'd pushed Eiri into the river? If so, why was he hearing Shuich's screams and not Eiri's low growls?
A loud splash followed the cry, and Tohma found himself running towards the sound as if his life depended on it, or at least Eiri's or Shuichi's. Who knew what was going on this time?
As he ran, the snow cleared and a park came into view. Tohma immediately recognized it as the place Eiri often frequented when he was struck down with writer's block. He saw the novelist leaning over the fountain, his hands in the water and holding someone under. Tohma knew beyond any doubt the person Eiri was trying to kill was Shuichi.
"Eiri!"
He started to run faster towards the two, to stop the novelist from hurting his lover, but golden eyes landing on him stopped the blonde in his tracks. Tohma knew those eyes and knew them well. He'd seen them the night Eiri had killed Kitazawa Yuki and the nighthe'd had to kill Eiri. He shivered. Those eyes were devoid of any emotion, and it scared Tohma like nothing else ever could.
"This is because of you," Eiri murmured, pulling Shuichi out of the water. His cold, emotionless expression never Tohma, not even for a second. "You know that, right? He's hurting because of you."
"No . . ." Tohma shook his head. The words Eiri spoke were lies. There was no way Shuichi would be hurting because of Tohma. He'd done nothing to the vocalist, not for several years. "It isn't true."
Shuichi sputtered and gasped for air. His lithe form trembled next to Eiri's taller frame, but he never got a moment's reprieve to catch his breath. The novelist shoved the singer back into the water, which had to be frigid in light of the snowy weather. A cold smirk graced his brother-in-law's features.
"All this pain. All because of you . . . Page two-hundred fifty-three . . ."
--
Tohma awoke with a start, sweat beading on his flesh and his heart pounding rapidly away. He had a difficult time breathing as well, and he gulped in air as quickly as he could until his lungs had calmed down. Once he had accomplished that much, Tohma threw the covers off and headed for the bathroom.
The dream had been an intense one, though he couldn't say why. It simply had been, and he needed to wash away the feel of it. Nothing had ever made him ever feel dirty but that dream had.
As he climbed into the shower, Tohma let out a deep sigh. Since Eiri's death three months before, he had noticed a change within himself, and it had to do with his feelings towards Shindou Shuichi. He'd become fiercely protective of the younger man, much in the same way he'd been protective of Eiri. In some ways, the feelings were stronger and he'd do anything he could to keep the vocalist safe. Such emotions frightened him, but they hadn't stopped him. He'd ordered a media shut down when it came to the singer and the aftereffects of Eiri's death, and he'd made sure Shindou had received the best care possible during his hospital stay.
'He should be back from Kyoto by now.'
Burying his nightmare away for future analysis, Tohma finished his shower then proceeded to get dressed. He had to see the singer, to make sure Shindou was okay. The vocalist was all Tohma truly had left of Eiri. His brother-in-law had seen to it.
Pairing: Tohma x Shuichi
Rating: Getting a little intense now so PG13
Warnings: Character death
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation
Little flakes of snow whirled about him, obscurring his vision and chilling him to the bone. he had not dressed properly, having expected the weather to be in the high nineties. The weather had topsy-turvied and suddenly, much like his life had. It reminded Tohma of the snowglobes tourists bought when they were on vacation.
"Eiri, stop!"
Shuichi's distraught voice cut through the blonde's thoughts, and Tohma frowned. Was he reliving the night he'd pushed Eiri into the river? If so, why was he hearing Shuich's screams and not Eiri's low growls?
A loud splash followed the cry, and Tohma found himself running towards the sound as if his life depended on it, or at least Eiri's or Shuichi's. Who knew what was going on this time?
As he ran, the snow cleared and a park came into view. Tohma immediately recognized it as the place Eiri often frequented when he was struck down with writer's block. He saw the novelist leaning over the fountain, his hands in the water and holding someone under. Tohma knew beyond any doubt the person Eiri was trying to kill was Shuichi.
"Eiri!"
He started to run faster towards the two, to stop the novelist from hurting his lover, but golden eyes landing on him stopped the blonde in his tracks. Tohma knew those eyes and knew them well. He'd seen them the night Eiri had killed Kitazawa Yuki and the nighthe'd had to kill Eiri. He shivered. Those eyes were devoid of any emotion, and it scared Tohma like nothing else ever could.
"This is because of you," Eiri murmured, pulling Shuichi out of the water. His cold, emotionless expression never Tohma, not even for a second. "You know that, right? He's hurting because of you."
"No . . ." Tohma shook his head. The words Eiri spoke were lies. There was no way Shuichi would be hurting because of Tohma. He'd done nothing to the vocalist, not for several years. "It isn't true."
Shuichi sputtered and gasped for air. His lithe form trembled next to Eiri's taller frame, but he never got a moment's reprieve to catch his breath. The novelist shoved the singer back into the water, which had to be frigid in light of the snowy weather. A cold smirk graced his brother-in-law's features.
"All this pain. All because of you . . . Page two-hundred fifty-three . . ."
--
Tohma awoke with a start, sweat beading on his flesh and his heart pounding rapidly away. He had a difficult time breathing as well, and he gulped in air as quickly as he could until his lungs had calmed down. Once he had accomplished that much, Tohma threw the covers off and headed for the bathroom.
The dream had been an intense one, though he couldn't say why. It simply had been, and he needed to wash away the feel of it. Nothing had ever made him ever feel dirty but that dream had.
As he climbed into the shower, Tohma let out a deep sigh. Since Eiri's death three months before, he had noticed a change within himself, and it had to do with his feelings towards Shindou Shuichi. He'd become fiercely protective of the younger man, much in the same way he'd been protective of Eiri. In some ways, the feelings were stronger and he'd do anything he could to keep the vocalist safe. Such emotions frightened him, but they hadn't stopped him. He'd ordered a media shut down when it came to the singer and the aftereffects of Eiri's death, and he'd made sure Shindou had received the best care possible during his hospital stay.
'He should be back from Kyoto by now.'
Burying his nightmare away for future analysis, Tohma finished his shower then proceeded to get dressed. He had to see the singer, to make sure Shindou was okay. The vocalist was all Tohma truly had left of Eiri. His brother-in-law had seen to it.