Disclaimer: I don’t own Gravi
Rating: PG for smoking (kidding! *bricked*)
Warnings: Shounen ai, Tohma bitchyness, PWP
Author’s note: Rawr, Tohma is sooo cool, but not when he’s being bitchy. Tohma rox. I actually thought of this story at 12:30 at night when I couldn’t sleep. That’s probably why it’s PWP.
Tohma Seguchi was a frightfully jealous person. It was his nature to be envious, but it was rather dangerous when all of his jealousy was focused on one person. However, the dangerous, envious Tohma Seguchi was feeling rather sedate right now. So instead of focusing all of his energies on his “rival”, he focused them on his target.
Even though it was just a lunch date, Tohma had doubted that Eiri would accept. But to his surprise, the writer was in an amazingly amicable mood, and agreed to meet Tohma for lunch at a local Italian resturant.
On the day of the meeting, however, Tohma had been running late. It was in his nature to be on time, and he silently cursed traffic as he walked briskly to the resturant.
Eiri was waiting outside, smoking a cigarette and loking annoyed. When he saw Tohma, he smirked. “Fashionably late, eh, Seguchi?”
Tohma was embarassed, but he tried not to let it show. “You could have gone in, Eiri.”
“Oh, but that would be rude of me,” Eiri said, the snide expression never leaving his face.
Tohma said nothing, but followed Eiri into the resturant. The two were seated at a secluded table next to the window, and Eiri proceeded to stare out of it intently. He only paused once to grind his cigarette butt into the ashtray.
Finally, after about twenty minutes of excrutiating silence, Eiri turned to Tohma. “Why did you invite me here?”
Tohma paused. “You’re the one I care about the most, Eiri.”
Eiri sighed. “That’s what the brat keeps telling me, too.”
Tohma looked alarmed. It was probably because he was being compared to Shuichi. “Does it bother you?”
“Not most of the time,” he said with a shrug.
His off-handedness got on Tohma’s nerves, and he finally burst, “Why did you choose him? Why?!”
Eiri looked uninterested and stared out the window. “He makes the sun shine.”
Tohma thought for a moment. “Do you hate me, Uesugi Eiri?”
Eiri seemed to give it thought. “Not really.”
The two were silent for a while, and Eiri lit anoother cigarette. Tohma noticed the photo on Eiri’s lighter and sighed.
“What is it?” Eiri inhaled from the cigarette.
“Could we do this more often?”
Eiri stared at Tohma for a moment, then shrugged. “Sure.”
Tohma rose. “Thank you. Goodbye, Eiri.”
It was true, Tohma thought as he stepped out into the crisp breeze, hugging his jacket around his shoulders, he had not won. But he had come closer. And for now, that was enough.