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Dinner Party	By : rileycharlotte Category: Gravitation > General Views: 3713 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own
Gravitation, nor will I attempt to ever harm any of Maki Murakami�s characters,
except maybe Eiri Yuki, though I believe any girl would rape him on sight (and
maybe a few guys? heh heh� J) Don�t sue, I�ve got my own characters that you
probably will want to play around with someday if they every get published�so�

That having been taken care of, on with the show� No flash
photography or recording, please turn off all cell phones and pagers, and if a
baby near you starts to cry immediately remove your socks and shove them down
its throat� thank you.

Shuichi was exhausted.

It had been a tough week, recording sessions twice a day, with
plenty of interviews to fill up the time in between. NG was pushing them to the
limit, what with the deadline set for the release of Bad Luck�s new album
looming over them.

Now, all Shuichi wanted was to go home. Home where he could sit
snuggled like a kitten on his blonde lover�s soft thighs, while the man cradled
his slim waist and stoked his cheek.

�Yuki!� the singer�s voice was strained from its recent
overtaxing in recording. �Yuki, I�m home!�

No answer.

�Yuki?� he asked this time, anxiety nudging its way to the
surface.

Shuichi checked the entire apartment, opening doors to closets
even, though what in hell Yuki would be doing in a closet Shuichi didn�t really
want to think about.

Too tired to worry properly, the boy decided that Yuki had gone
out for some groceries. They must have run out of rice or something. He went
into the kitchen to check.

Pinned to the refrigerator, was a shiny gold note that caught
his eye. He hadn�t seen it there earlier. Or at least he didn�t think he had.

Taking down the note, Shuichi realized in was an invitation. A
dinner invitation sent by the president of Yuki�s publishing company that
requested for the said novelist to be present that very evening at a certain
fancy French restaurant that Shuichi didn�t even want to try to pronounce.

And it said that Yuki could bring along company if he wished.

Shuichi�s lips curled back in a snarl as he threw down the
invitation.

�What the hell? Yuki goes off to some hoity-toity dinner party
and leaves me here to starve?� he was indignant.

It had been at least three weeks since Yuki had pulled a dirty
trick like leaving going somewhere and not telling him, and it was for a
doctor�s appointment. And it wasn�t as if Shuichi would have wanted to go to that.
Needles and guys with rubber gloves belonged in nightmares and horror movies.

But a dinner at a nice restaurant was something entirely
different.

He thought of the part about being able to bring company, and
his blood boiled over.

�It�s not like he couldn�t have taken me! Even if he wanted to
impress the president guy or whatever, I wouldn�t have gotten in the way. My
table manners aren�t that bad, and I wouldn�t have insisted on being introduced
as Yuki�s lover��

He stopped his flailing here and collapsed on the floor, angry
tears cooling his flaming eyes. Leaning his head back against the fridge, he
could see the freshly dry-cleaned suit he was supposed to wear to some kind of
press conference in a few days, hanging on the door to the bedroom.

It was a custom fitted business suit, very professional in most
aspects, except for the fact that the pants were tailored to cling around his
hips and thighs in rather attractive ways.

Suddenly, the gears in his brain were suddenly spun into life
by some kind of omnipresent hand. As they grinded against each other until the
rust wore away, Shuichi�s lips twitched in a grin. He had the perfect plan, the
perfect way to get sweet revenge on his Yuki.

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*

Yuki sat at the table, quietly sipping his wine and listening to
the monotone voice of the man who was technically his boss, but he really
didn�t like to think of having such mundane creative limits.

Hideki Ishihara, president and C.O.O. of Ishihara Publishing
Inc. was probably the most boring person on the face of the Earth. Had there
been any kind of political tension between Japan and the rest of the world, all
the government had to do was make the foreign rivals sit and listen to Ishihara
and they�d have a room full of world leaders hanging from the ceiling by their
own belts.

Therefore, to combat the potent mind-numbing skills of the
president, Yuki was employing his favorite tactic of nodding his head and
occasionally repeating words that the president had stated rather vehemently.
He�d gotten so good at this method while dating endless strings of bitchy girls
who would nag him endlessly about his lack of affection towards them, that he
could let his mind wander elsewhere.

Right now his mind was on Shuichi, whom he had always honestly
listened to, though he had to admit he had heard and purposely ignored a few of
the things the little twerp had to say. Like never leaving the house without
telling where you were going.

Yuki cringed a little at the thought of his Shu-kun getting home
from work and finding that he wasn�t there. He hoped his lover wouldn�t be too
pissed. Or worse yet, concerned. Yuki hadn�t even bothered to write a note, and
if Shuichi hadn�t found the invitation taped to the fridge, he might flip out
and file a missing persons report. By the time Yuki got home, he could have his
face on a million fliers around town. It wasn�t a comforting idea; it almost
made him question why he�d not asked Shuichi to accompany him.

�And that�s why today�s society is so morally degenerated�� Yuki
caught strands of the speech Ishihara was giving to himself, reminding him of
that very reason.

Hideki Ishihara was as reputed for his conservative aspects as
he was for his remarkable talent of boring people into suicide. In short, he
wouldn�t have tolerated Yuki showing up with a pink-haired rock and roll singer
who clung to him like a lovesick boa constrictor. It would not make the best
impression, to say the least.

Normally, this wouldn�t have bothered the novelist. He didn�t
play by the rules; he bent to no one�s will (okay so maybe he had a soft spot
for certain unmentionable whiney little wills, but that was different).
However, the fact remained, this guy seated across the round white-clothed
table had the power to take all of �Master� Yuki�s novels out of print and
thwart any further attempts at publishing within the company, perhaps even
prevent Yuki from using other companies as well, such was his influence.

Suddenly Yuki was snapped from the depths of his mind with the
speed and fury of an owl snatching its prey in greedy pointed talons. And that
owl was the little man in the navy blue suit waving at him from across the
restaurant.

Immediately, he felt his heart start to race.

Stupid Shuichi, what the hell was he doing here?

At least he knew the kid wasn�t at the apartment, worrying. Then
again, that might have been the best-case scenario.

The closer and closer Shuichi came to the table, the more and
more Yuki started panicking, yes panicking. It didn�t happen often, but when it
did, it was quite a sight.

It had been the surprise of the appearance, and the apprehension
that the singer would say something incredibly st, li, like introducing himself
as Yuki�s common-law wife, which in front of Ishihara, could be fatal, that
threw him off course.

Calm down, he spat at himself. It could be worse. At
least the kid�s dressed nice. He could�ve arrived dressed in a dress.

That being a much more disturbing circumstance, Yuki found
himself able to resume his calm, cool demeanor. Until Shuichi reached the table
and said the words that made his heart shrivel up into a prune.

�Hello, my name is Shuichi Shindou and I�m Yuki�s assistant.�

So� hmm� I wonder what will happen?
Actually I don�t because I�m writing this� if I did wonder what would happen I
would recommend you read another fanfic� of course there is going to be some
citrus� (no� there wouldn�t be any of THAT going on, what with the R-rating and
all� it�s rated R for violence and drug-references, silly�) aka lemony
smut-smut pleasure, and I will warn you it will be quite kinky and quite rough�
that�s how I like it� so, if you want that, stick around� it�ll go down soon
enough� if you don�t want it or are offended by boy on boy fuckapades, to you I
say WHY THE HELL ARE YOU READING A GRAVI FIC??? THE WHOLE POINT IS THAT IT�S
SHONEN-AI??? ARE YOU THAT DENSE??? Ah, but I shouldn�t be so rude� everyone has
there own tastes and so forth� well� I�ll write the next chapy-chap ASAP� that
is�if you aren�t completely scared away and never want to read my work
again�you aren�t right? There weren�t too many typos? I hope not. Well� that�s
all� bye-bye.
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