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Relatively Courtship	By : nevtari Category: Gravitation > General Views: 3325 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Pairings: The same as the first chapter.

Warnings: M for later chapters. Yaoi, Incest, Shota, and the rest (see chapter one for more).

Disclaimer: Incest is the best, and if I owned them, every character would be with their
relatives! (I really hope I’m just kidding, really, really hope!).

Chapter Two

A few days time passed and Suguru was, again, the only musician from his band left in the
recording studio. Yuki had stolen Shuichi, or his ‘darling little Shu-chan’ as the author had been,
grudgingly, forced to call him in order to complete the singer-napping. Hiro had been marched
out of the recording studio at gunpoint, with K saying something about a ‘bad boy needing some
punishment’, and once again the keyboardist was left to himself; alone and with the question
‘why me’ on one track repeat in his head.

Nothing further had happened with the head of the studio, and Suguru had dismissed the
‘incident’ as a hallucination due to his poor sleeping habits; but just in the event that he was
wrong, the keyboardist avoided his cousin to the best of his ability. It was with a great pain to his
weary brain that Suguru thought of his boss. His head pounded when his mind turned again to the
feeling of his cousin’s lips on his own, or replayed the words his relative had said to him in that
soft and breathy voice.

The quiet of the studio only helped to enhance the eternal rush of blood too and from his
head, each heartbeat thudding softly in an infinitely loud sounding of a drum in his ears. Another
day, another headache. Putting the pages of lead covered music on top of his previously occupied
chair Suguru stood, stretching his locked muscles. The motion of standing only helped to awaken
his snoozing limbs, the teen reached his arms towards the ceiling and arched his back with feline
liquidity. The stretch was quick and soon he walked out the door of the studio, intending to buy a
cold drink to, hopefully, placate the growing pain in his temples. The teen did not bother to close
the door.

With a metallic clinking the coins sank into the bottom of the machine, landing atop the
already accumulated change, while Suguru pressed the plastic button; no second thoughts. The
drink dropped with a thud, waiting for it’s buyer to stoop and take it from its previous
mechanical prison. The teen collected his chosen beverage and pressed the chilled can against his
pale forehead turning the one hundred eighty degrees needed to return to his music.

The about-face brought Suguru in front of the one cousin he did not want to see in the near
future, or the present for that matter. He lowered the drink from his forehead as several options
ran through his intelligent mind. Most were being rejected because they involved running and the
only direction there was to run was right into Tohma, unless Suguru could manage to run up one
of the falls, do a back flip over the older man’s head and then land mid-stride and sprint madly
away before his cousin had time to react: not very likely in this situation. He could always hurl
his drink at his boss and hope to escape: not very practical at this time either.

Suguru’s eyes widened as a black clothed hand was placed on his shoulder, preventing him
from running away, Seguchi must be able to read minds. The light haired man slowly moved
towards the darker, his other hand finding the sweating palm of his cousin and lacing gloved
fingers with naked ones. Tohma brought their lips together for a kiss; a second kiss.

Suguru didn’t know what to do when he felt his cousin’s flesh touch his own. This was his
second kiss; or did it even count as a true kiss if it was a relative bestowing it? He was slightly
confused when he felt Tohma’s tongue lightly trace his lips, gently outlining his closed mouth.
Before he could become embarrassed by the situation, or more than he already was, the older
keyboardist drew back, though keeping his gentle hold on the teen’s hand. Tohma squeezed it
lightly, looking for a reaction from the perplexed musician standing before him. The drink fell
from his fingers, hit the floor with a thud, rolling slightly on the tile.

Suguru’s stomach began to flutter, he had no idea of what to do in this instance. His
nervousness grew steadily as seconds flew by with now sound between the two of them.

“You’ve been avoiding me Suguru,” Tohma said quietly, dispelling the tensing atmosphere.

“I... What am I supposed to say Seguchi-san?” like his cousin, Suguru was never one for
beating around the bush, as the saying was said. The teen was confused. There was too much to
this situation; society whispering the too many wrongs, his heart telling him about the rights.
Was there anything right at the moment? Suguru hoped there was, he truly did. His heart
increased and decreased its drumming with each metronomic breath that entered his lungs.

“Why don’t we leave this nosey building, it appears that the walls have little pink ears. I
don’t think I paid the contractors for those.” The blond keyboardist smiled slightly, his face
becoming a tad less marble like, “Ryu, come out from behind that door, Kuma too.”

Pouting at having been discovered by his friend, Ryuichi and his ever present plush
companion hesitantly entered the presence of the cousins. Suguru had quickly shaken his hand
loose from Tohma’s hold.

“Tohma, it was all Kuma! I swear! I told him it was a bad hiding place for hide-and-seek,
but he didn’t listen-” But the singer was silenced before he could continue on in his rambling
apology.

“It’s alright Ryu, just what did you see?”

“I didn’t see anything, it was Kuma who peeked. He says he saw you giving Sug-chan your
boy cooties. He said it was wrong, but I told him it wasn’t because Sug-chan was a boy too, so it
wouldn’t matter that he was getting boy cooties! Kuma wouldn’t listen, tell him Tohma! Tell him
that it’s alright for boys to share boy cooties!”

Nittle Grasper’s keyboardist sighed in an over-exasperated manner, dramatizing his
conversation with the plush pink rabbit, “Kuma, Ryu is right. Remember Shu-chan? He shares
his boy cooties all the time with Yuki. It’s not wrong, just what people who like each other do.
Now that that is set straight-” This time Tohma was interrupted in his speech by Ryu saying that
Kuma had said something mean about ‘Shu-chan’ and Yuki and causing the blond to head into
further, child-ized explanation.

His cousin was an outstanding actor, holding a conversation with a stuffed animal with a
completely serious face and intelligence still in his voice. Suguru was impressed, but it raised
questions about Tohma’s costume and mask; the mask that was in place at every encounter.

“Now Ryu, remember, you can’t tell anyone about this, and don’t let Kuma trick you into
telling. It’s a secret.”

“Sure Tohma! Kuma can’t get the best of me! See you! Buh-bye Sug-chan! Don’t let big old
Tohma steal all your boy cooties!” The singer winked and, with a scampering of two legs, two
arms, Suguru’s rescued drink, and a plush rabbit, ran down the hallway and turned out of sight
around a corner. A scream was heard as the ‘child’ apparently walked right into his searching
playmate.

The smile almost dropped from Tohma’s face as he turned back to his cousin. He was close
to letting his precious mask slip off, but with a little effort keep it in place. Dealing with Sakuma
was indeed a trial.

Suguru was blushing slightly, the cause being Ryuichi’s last little comment; not exactly the
best fodder for a teenage mind. He startled when he felt the gloved hand take his again, the
fingers lacing perfectly between his own.

“Do you have anything you need from the studio before we leave?” The soft voice spoke
again.

“Yes... my music is on my synthesizer, and I left my coat there too.”

Tohma pulled Suguru along by their joined palms. Suguru was afraid, terrified in truth, of
someone spotting them. Looking at his cousin, one would never think the blond to be any
different. His mask was cemented in place, the slight smile showing he was prepared to deal with
any one. However, Tohma was scared as well, though he knew it could easily be explained out of
the mind of any onlooker; the right words and two cousins holding hands was ordinary. Still on a
basic level, the older man was enjoying the thrill of doing something different, of allowing a
small part of his assumed character to be broken. It was not a normal thing for these two cousins
to walk down the halls of NG hand in hand.

When the two reached the studio, the door was closed, unlike how Suguru had left it. Both
disregarded this, one assuming that a passing employee had shut it, the other that a certain child-like singer had crashed into it. Tohma opened the door, pushing down on the silver colored
handle and pulling it towards himself. He then briskly walked into the studio, followed by the
teen attached to his hand.

If only the cousins had paid attention to the ‘in use’ light above the door, for the room was
indeed being used, a certain golden-haired manager and brunette guitarist had returned, though
their business was not for the success of Bad Luck.

The two were engaging in a lip-locked battle, Hiro with his rear planted on Suguru’s
synthesizer and K planted firmly against him. While the two dueled with pointed tongues, the
keyboard stand groaned and moaned beneath their combined weight. Tohma coughed once, an
attempt to alert the two men snogging on his cousin’s synth, but the busy couple was too... busy.
To get their attention once and for all, the keyboard stand lost it’s strength and broke with a
crack, sending the synthesizer to form an American, Japanese and plastic sandwich on the
hardwood floor.

Several strains, cracks, crunches, groans, moans, and ‘ouches’ later the two on the ‘once-was’ synthesizer noticed their boss and fellow musician standing there. In an instant both parties
realized that: Suguru’s keyboard was destroyed, and the two keyboardists were holding hands.

K was the first to return to his senses, a grin implanting itself to his lips as he stood and then
offered a hand to his flattened lover. Suguru winced as he watched the bits and pieces of his
synthesizer scatter from their clinging hold on Hiro’s clothing to the floor. Both parties stared at
each other, waiting for one to back down from the mutual silence competition.

Suguru cracked first, violently pulling his hand from his cousin’s and moving to kneel
beside the totaled instrument. He stared at the broken plastic frame, the fragments of metal
strewn across the floor beside it, the inner mechanics, the blood and organs of the machine
spewed outwards. The teenager saw red, his synthesizer, his precious, custom made, once of a
kind, irreplaceable, and favorite keyboard, that had been a gift to him when he first started
playing was in an irreversible horror before his eyes. How could they?

The young keyboardist was on his feet, anger infecting and ravaging his body. He raised his
hand to hurt someone, only pausing to consider which guilty culprit to maim first. Thankfully, for
the lives of the lovers, Seguchi grabbed the teen’s hand and began to drag him from the studio.
Before exiting the room entirely the president of NG gave one last smile to the men left behind. It
was clear enough now that, even those who didn’t know Tohma well, would see that the man
was furious. His eyes radiated anger as he stared at his employees, but the smile was as perfectly
in place as it always was, though added to the lack of feeling in his voice and the raw emotion in
his eyes, it made for an eerie facade.

“This is to be cleaned up, gentlemen, and you will apologize to my cousin,” the ultimatum
was stated, the underlying threat of an early grave, or an unplanned retirement, quite clear to
those having the order directed at them. With a wave too cheerful not to be considered creepy,
Tohma left the room.

K and Hiro glanced at each other, then at the door to make sure the cousins were gone.

“Did you see they were holding hands!”

To be continued.....

A/N: To my beloved reviewers: You all rock my socks, and other various articles of
clothing! I love you all, and I’m terribly sorry for this being so late of an update. I’m tired, busy,
and... tired... so mainly tired, and I try to write as much as I can. I meant for the next chapter to be
put up yesterday, but, as my “editor” pointed out, it was quite plot-less, so I re-wrote it. I’m not
too sure if this is any better though. I’ve decided to keep this going on the more ‘cute’ side of
fiction, no angst, no pointless smut, and I hope that is to everyone’s liking. Thank you all!

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