Other Poison Devils
Version: Tohmavision
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value, so I certainly don't own Gravitation. This takes place in an alternate universe before Yuki and Shuichi meet. It was inspired by the song "Counting Bodies like Sheep to the Rhythm of The War Drums" by A Perfect Circle. I recommend listening to it. Edited for formatting.
Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep
Safe from pain and truth and choice
and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.
Tohma had been standing by the entrance long enough for his legs to stiffen. The room before him was shrouded in darkness except for the single street light pouring through the window. It highlighted the golden head resting on the sill.
"Eiri..." Tohma had nothing more to say. If he could, he would have wrapped Eiri up in cotton long ago, and no one would have ever heard from them again. Not even Mika. Especially not Mika.
"I told you not to come here anymore," Rang stiffly through the room as Yuki turned his head slightly to glare at Tohma from his stooped position. Yuki's red-rimmed eyes were narrowed spitefully and his mouth was pursed with unhappiness. He knew the real reason Tohma was there and he would never give in, never give Tohma what he wanted. They both knew this, but it was the game they played.
Stretching out first one, then the other leather-clad leg, Tohma began picking his way through the trash-scattered apartment. The dimness hid his progress until he was right beside Eiri.
"Eiri, you know I would protect you," he stated gravely, gazing at the golden orbs before him, "I would do anything for, I have done anything for you. I would keep you safe from anything."
"But can you keep me safe from you?"
Tohma stared at the lowered brows and frustrated expression of the man before him. Eiri looked defeated in this dark room, surrounded by beer cans, and abandoned reams of paper, failed novels returned by his agent.
"Go to sleep, Eiri, or I'll sic Mika after you tomorrow." It was the best Tohma could come up with. He had no resources for this situation, no defense against the tragically crushed figure before him.
"Back away." Yuki's tone was stiff and resigned.
Shadow fell on Tohma as the man before him stood, blocking out the light spilling through the casement and Tohma quickly followed Eiri's instructions. He made his way back to the entrance he had become so intimately acquainted with from this and previous visits. Yuki wearily went to the closed door of his bedroom, pausing with one hand on the knob, the other buried in his disheveled hair.
"Get out," he said, without turning and slammed the door shut behind him.
Tohma sighed, "No one will ever understand you like I do."
The empty room had no answer for him. The lock clicked to the bedroom.
Tohma left.
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