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Caught Fire	By : LadySaktaka Category: Gravitation > General Views: 741 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: I do NOT own GRAVITATION.

-This story is referring to the last events in Dead Letters. If you hadn't read it, then I compel you to do so, now. Also, Youkai Dreams is the most COOLEST author, ever. So, once you get to FF.Net, I suggest you look her up. Thanks.
Caught Fire

Going to explain this ONCE, so pay attention.

K/Eiri
Touma/Shuichi
Hiro/Ayaka

I'm only focusing on K/Eiri - I just don't want to confuse you guys. In this chapter, K talks about an arrogant blond - which would be Touma. If you understand that system above, you'll have no problems! Thanks.

"You'll see my face again, somewhere."
I watched as the dark substance was being poured into my glass, knowing that the liquid would later burn my entire body, and with full intentions of not feeling anything tonight, I tipped it back. It had been a long day and success was in my reach, but how long would it take before the fans noticed Bad Luck's weakness? That the band's weakness was themselves. I would rather shoot the press off, than hear those accusations, most of all because they'd be right for once.

Na, I concluded, even if Bad Luck did win the Worst Companionship Award, the fans wouldn't turn on mine nor Touma's promises of a 'promising band'. All I needed to do was keep that arrogant blond in check, then Shuichi would be alright for the most part.

It was almost like Touma wanted a hole in his head. I was not a man to mess with, if I wanted a successful band, I'd make one. Slowly, I'd meld whatever I wanted together, rip and break it apart until perfection. Ever since I was young - through training camps - to record studios, I was set on what it was I wanted out of life. I wanted to become an agent, but then I wanted to become a manager. I had put the two together and made myself into a Damn Good manager.

I slammed the glass down, murmuring for another one. Whoever... as long as I received some sort of vile I'd be willing to put my guns away.

I forced myself to believe that numbness was an escape. To dull my senses a bit, but this failed each time, causing me to think even more so than the last time. I'd ask myself passed the fifth drink if I should have been illusive by then, but the tender just smiled at me.
Each time and every time.

Jack was his name. I wanted to slap myself for almost forgetting my sober-buddy. I smirked at him, if that's what you'd call someone with VERY considerable skills at shaking drinks so quickly... Mm. No, I didn't think I'd ever be able to get that night out of my head.

Another joined me, probably part of the many of the thousands who yearned to see me naked through-out the night. The scent was familiar, something along the lines of vanilla and crushed cinnamon. I had left that smell back at home, long ways from where I was at the moment, a good five years away.

I turned, curiously, astonished to see the writer sitting on the next stool. Wait, I knew this night was going to get interesting one way or the other, now that the chivalry was here and all. I made no attempt to speak to Eiri, preferring the silence, than the sarcastic novelist. I tried to calm the beating of my rapid heart, reassuring myself that this doesn't come to me as a shocker.

"Mr.Yuki!"

He turned to me and smirked, "K, is there something I can help you with?"

I halted then, realizing that there was something out-of-character about his voice. It was sad, almost disappointed, not the usual bluntness or hatred. I tapped my leg with my riffle, deciding if now was a good time to ask him about the press. Oh well..."What shall we tell the press?"

As sure and quickly as the words were out of my mouth, his eyes narrowed with each bit. I knew that he was pissed now, especially since his old lover was across the ways, making out with his ex brother-in-law, but that didn't matter to me. It was none of my business, though everything IS always my business.
Eiri smirked once more, "Mr.K, when you have something more time consuming to ask me, come back and we'll chat."

Hmph. "A date?" I put my hand over my heart in dramatics. "Why Eiri, you have a heart."

Another shot and there was a line displayed out infront me in a row of seven glasses. It was dangerous by then, Jack was getting impatient with my stubbornness - but I had known this, I just couldn't help it. Numbing me was like shooting tranquilizers at Godzilla, it just wasn't going to happen. Not until a near death experience, which my system was just about ready for.

I looked towards Eiri, as if I were to interrogate him any second, but what about? Eiri had come into this bar the same reasons I had: To get away from the kids, though, my reasons consisted of depression and boredom. Eiri looked like a guy who drank in the privacy of his own house, probably even listened to some David Bowie from time to time. I shook the thoughts away, while digging in my pocket for some yen.

"Hey, Manager." It was cold, but sounded smooth when Eiri had said it. It was as common as calling a leader, "Chief". A manager probably had more important things to do than argue about name-calling.

"Eiri."

"I was wondering if you'd give Shuichi off for a few days," Eiri's voice was vacant, he had been forced here. I wasn't a stupid man. Was I under high consumption of alcohol? Yes. Stupid? No.

I stood there for awhile, determining if 'no' would lead into a fight or not. Then again, I was entirely inclined to being a complete and utter prick, especially if it was to someone who equaled in that department. "The answer is no, now go and tell Shuichi that I'm running out of patience with his little games. And you, not being with him anymore, shouldn't submit to such demands."

My voice had been more harsher than usual and that particular tone must've caught Eiri's interest, seems how his eyes were studying me now. It was a forceful look that told me that it was meant to be taken as it was. Seductive and mysterious all at once, and that's what I hated most about this guy. You could never really tell what his emotions were.

"Also, let him know that his absences for the last two meetings bought him double performances at the Wango Tango. More work until he gets it right."

Eiri's eyes darkened at this, as he retorted scathingly, "Somewhere, underneath that thick skull of yours, there is some sort of function, correct? If you had half a brain you'd know never to talk to me like that again."

I raised an eyebrow in question, returning the glare with just as much menace. "Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?"

"Anything I can to shut you up." Eiri sounded honest, which only made me even more curious as to where this was going. Shut me up? I got the gun from my holster and grinned over at him.

"And what's that-"

I didn't even get a chance to finish, as I was knocked five steps backwards, until my back was shoved between a wall and table. Before I could lift myself to my feet, Eiri's hands grabbed at my collar and dragged me up the wall, making sure that I felt every piece of splintered wood that captured my shirt along the way.

My breath caught in my throat, feeling his delicate fingers trace along my jaw and the incredible pain along my back. A few inches closer and my eyes burned into him, daring him to do the inevitable. Finaly, I heard him sigh, as he kissed nipped at my cheek, lightly. "I can do much worse than this, K... much worse."

He flinched, golden eyes looking down at the gun I wedged between us. "So can I and it won't be splinters of doom."

Eiri's hands released me from it's recent death-grip and I brushed my shoulders off of the pieces of wood chips. Ugh, that bastard . I rubbed at my cheek, cringing at the saliva he left from that one kiss.

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