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Ghost Monk	By : Zemia Category: Gravitation > General Views: 3546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I’m back! I sort of got distracted READING fanfics rather than writing them. Heheh. To make up for it, here’s a LONGER chapter for once. *smirks evilly* I am such a wicked, evil little thing.

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Chapter 25 - Songbird's Bad Luck

          Following the procession of N-G workers into the building, Kitazawa’s stomach twisted into knots, knowing all too well that he was entering Tohma Seguchi’s personal playground. If he were caught here, he was pretty sure that the outcome was going to be incredibly nasty. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Kitazawa glanced over and noticed Hiro giving him a worried frown. Immediately, he offered the guitarist one of Shuichi’s most stupid grins, holding two fingers out in V formation. It must have worked, because Hiro offered a smile in return before re-directing his attention to answering one of Suguru’s questions. Were these guys so blind, especially Hiro, as to see that something about his so-called ‘best friend’ isn’t acting totally normal? Well… normal for Shuichi’s standards? On the other hand, it worked out perfectly for him. The less they questioned, the safer he was.

          The elevator ride was completely uneventful, something that the ex-tutor-turned-pop-star was grateful for. Apparently, the gang was used to various dramatics, theatrics and crises at every turn so he was glad when they were able to just step into a corridor and proceed from there. Hiro led the way down the hall, leading them to one of the empty recording studios. “Everything set for today?”

          "I’ve finished the line-up, so we’ll just run through them and make sure the vibe stays consistent throughout the concert. If we need to, we can move them around so that they even themselves out better.” Suguru said, pulling out a sheet of paper and showing it to his band mates. “Shindou-san, tell me if we need to make any corrections to aid your vocals better.”

          Run-through. Line-up. Vocals. Aww, shit. I’m so fucking screwed. With numb fingers, Kitazawa took the paper and looked it over for a moment before realizing that he had NO idea what he was supposed to do with it. What he’d honestly been hoping for was a day where Shuichi would need to come up with lyrics for new songs. New songs he could bang out for the band with no problem! They need songs, he was a writer, piece of cake! But …. Singing? Suddenly, the realization that he should’ve possessed Shuichi AFTER the concert smacked him in the head like a Mack truck. He could’ve waited two more days, but he’d been so impatient that it hadn’t occurred to him. Faking it, he smiled brightly at Suguru. “It looks good to me!”

          Nodding, Suguru took the paper back and headed into the recording studio with Hiro on his heels. They had a concert in two days, and the N-G party to promote that concert was almost directly after work tonight. They had very little time and couldn’t afford to mess around or Tohma would have their heads. Sometimes they weren’t sure that it wasn’t quite a literal threat. Kitazawa followed them in warily, glancing at all of the equipment and something akin to fear as he stared at the microphone. Quickly getting an idea, he asked, “Hey, we still have any copies of the lyrics around? Just in case I wanna change something for a remix for later?”

          Hiro gave Shuichi an odd look but he pointed over to the small table in the corner where they usually put their stuff. “Yeah, I think so. It’d be over there.” Before the singer could move, he strode over to him and placed his forehead against his friend’s before Kitazawa had time to react. “Hnn. You don’t have a fever….”

          “H-Hiro! What’s wrong with you?!” Kitazawa stammered, backing up immediately and groping for the lyrics. “You’re acting really weird, man! You sure you’re okay?” Thank god he had paid attention to how Shuichi acted around Hiro, or he’d really be screwed. It galled him to speak like the boy though, his ‘inner editor’ wanting to correct all of his grammatical errors.

          “Are you two going to mess around all day, or are we going to get some work done for a change?” barked their third band-mate from his keyboard.

          “Nah. We’re cool.” Hiro replied, chuckling at Suguru as he looked over at their youngest member. “Eighteen now and you still ruffle like a little wet hen and bark like an old man.”

          “Shut up and play.” Suguru groused, warming up his fingers by running through a few chords.

          Pulling the strap of his guitar on, Hiro adjusted its balance and weight, setting it properly against his body. Taking a moment to tune it slightly, he flexed his own fingers on the strings. “Ready to go, Shu?”

          Kitazawa had made the most of their distraction by finding the lyrics to the song list and putting them in order. Humming softly, he reassured himself that Shuichi’s vocal chords still worked, despite Eiri’s attempts to ‘deep clean’ them at the Shrine. “R-right!” Swallowing thickly, he nodded and listened for his cue, then opened his mouth and started singing.

          Five minutes later, Suguru went through his major meltdown of the week. Throwing his papers down on the floor, he yelled, “What the fuck is your problem, Shindou?! Did Yuki-san fuck you stupid again, or is old age fermenting the shit you consider brains?!”

          “You have got to stop hanging around Noriko-chan.” Hiro put his hand on Suguru’s shoulder, wary of his back-swing. The keyboardist had gotten stronger over the past two years. “Calm down, Suguru, he’s got…”

          “I don’t care what he’s got! What he’s GOT is to get his shit together! Our concert is in two days, and he sounds like a drowning turkey!”

          “I…. I know! I know!” Kitazawa cried, tossing his headphones down and giving up. “Just… gimme a minute!” With that, he darted out the door, calling over his shoulder, “Gotta take a shit, be right back!”

          “That excuse again?” Hiro asked to nobody in particular, taking his guitar off and putting it down gently before seating himself against the wall. “Think we might as well call out for lunch?” When the only answer he received was a muttered ‘should’ve quit’ and some pathetic sobbing from the keyboard, he asked himself, “Or a psychiatrist?”

          Kitazawa ran into an empty conference room and locked the door. It was infinitely better than Shuichi’s usual men’s room idea. Memories from the boy told him how those incidents usually went. It was painfully obvious that he absolutely sucked at singing these songs exactly like Shuichi and he would need to study them before he had a shot at doing better. Unfortunately, he still had to get through this practice session or K might try to shoot him again.

          That meant one thing.

          Kitazawa would need to give Shuichi back control of his own body. Somehow, he had to find a way to do it so that Shuichi wouldn’t give the game away too soon. There was only one real way to do that; threats and blackmail.

          Gently, the ex-tutor released the tight grip he had on Shuichi’s consciousness, allowing the singer to awaken. Feeling Shuichi fluttering to awareness, though extremely groggy, Kitazawa nudged him once more, calling into his mind, “Shindou, wake up. We have to talk.”

          “Hnn? Wha?” Shuichi mumbled audibly, swimming closer to being awake, closer to Kitazawa. Apparently, he had control of the vocal chords once more and could now see Kitazawa as if he were standing in front of him. That was only a spectral illusion, though, since Kitazawa remained inside Shuichi’s body. It was just easier to speak with the singer if the kid didn’t delude himself into believing he’d gone crazy.

          “What?! What’re you doing here?!” Shuichi demanded before he looked down at his body, automatically cringing. “What the hell did you dress me in!?” There’s only one reason to be dressed in concert clothes. “Oh my god, today’s the concert isn’t it?! How long have you been here?!”

          “Since you left the Shrine. Now listen…” Kitazawa’s voice whispered through Shuichi’s head, though the spectral vision of him moved his lips in time with the words, allowing the illusion that they were conversing.

          Once in awhile, Shuichi was definitely quick on the uptake. If Kitazawa had been within him since they left the Shrine, that meant he’d been with him through everything that occurred afterwards. “You mean, even last night….” he asked, feeling sick. Silently, he made an instant vow to himself that he was NOT going to go near his Yuki until Kitazawa was gone. Even if it killed him, even if Yuki took a girl to bed… ok maybe he wouldn’t go that far…

          Kitazawa’s answering grin spoke volumes that even a dense pop-star could understand. “Yes. I’ve got to admit that you…”

          “I don’t want to hear it! Give me back my body, you sick fuck!” Shuichi began cursing at him, using every colorful phrase that Eiri had ever taught him as he tried to find a way to toss the spectral ass out of his body. “Why can’t you just leave me and Yu…” He paused, realizing that he was going to use THIS man’s name to identify his lover with. Switching in mid-rant, he growled, “Leave me’n Eiri alone! Don’t you have a barbeque to attend?” The question alluded to what his opinion of where Kitazawa’s destination would be. There was a special spot in Hell for pedophiles and rapists after all. However, even Shuichi needed to break from his rants from time to time and he paused to collect his thoughts as well as, well, breathe.

          The ghost looked almost bored as he crossed his arms, asking, “Are you quite finished?”

          “NO!” Shuichi barked at him, fists clenching as tears welled up in his eyes. It wasn’t fair, it just wasn’t fair. They had dealt with this last year, it was supposed to have been over. Why did this spectre have to continue plaguing their lives?

          “Somehow I doubted it.” Kitazawa remarked dryly, giving off the feeling of an adult placating a child. He sank himself down into the chair next to him, crossing his legs as he let his arms relax at his sides. “Your body will be returned to you, in due time. However, there’s something to be done first.”

          Ever wary when it came to this particular man, Shuichi gave him a thoroughly suspicious glance, his inner self pulsing dangerously with anger and a small flash of hate as he asked, “What is it?”

          Feeling the pulse, the American’s lips twitched upwards. It didn’t phase him in the least, but he answered Shuichi anyway.“Getting through this rehearsal without getting shot.”

          “What rehearsal?” Shuichi finally paused long enough to take in his surroundings. They were in a conference room in the N-G building. Kitazawa must have brought him here, which meant he was taking over his body enough to control his actions. THAT wasn’t a good prospect.

          “The one we’re technically in the middle of. We’re probably giving Fujisaki a breakdown as I placate your spastic ass.”

          “If we’re in the middle of a rehearsal, then why are we in HERE? Why did you let me wake up?” Shuichi asked, before the brain cells he possessed turned themselves on and he answered his own questions. “You fucked it up and now you need ME to bail you out!”

One hazel eye twitched in response to Shindou’s bright smile. The kid didn’t have to look THAT happy about it. “That…. would be quite astute of you.”

          “Forget it!” Shuichi crossed his arms stubbornly, glaring at Kitazawa. “You dug your grave and now you can lay in it! If you hadn’t taken me over to begin with, then none of this would have happened.”

          “Need I remind you that if I put you back to sleep, I would only accomplish managing to fuck up the rest of the day’s worth of work?” When Shuichi only gave him a look that was something akin to ‘So?’ he felt the need to elaborate further. “That would cause YOU to be HERE spending all night with a psychotic keyboardist, giving Seguchi ample time to go after Eiri-kun?”

          The violet eyes narrowed, never one to deal well to threats. He’d stood up to Tohma and Mika, Kitazawa was nothing in comparison. “……. I could just tell them that you’re here.”

          Kitazawa began laughing softly, the hazel eyes smiling up at Shuichi with an expression more akin to amused pity. They were finally getting to the point where Shuichi could be manipulated into doing as he wanted. “Who would believe you? Who wouldn’t think that you were doing it as a cruel joke? Picture it; you run through N-G shouting, ‘I’m being possessed by Yuki Kitazawa!!’ What would Seguchi do? What would Eiri-kun do?” His voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, “He’s tossed your ass out for a lot less, hasn’t he?”

          Shuichi couldn’t deny any of Kitazawa’s words, as much as he would have loved to. He knew that this man had him by the balls, almost literally, and he wasn’t sure how to get himself out of the mess that his lover’s past had landed him in once again. One thing that he had no doubts over was that he was being used to get to Eiri. His voice lowering to a near-growl, he demanded, “What’re you playing at anyway? What do you want from him?” Defiantly, Shuichi bristled, though it only served to make him appear cuter. “I won’t let you hurt him!”

          “What I’ve always wanted from him.” Kitazawa immediately replied, a slight smile tugging at his lips at Shuichi’s bristling. It was adorable, it reminded him of when Eiri-kun had the same reaction towards Tohma when he wouldn’t let Eiri go to the park with him. His words gave no reassurance, they weren’t meant to.

          Feeling a chill from those words, Shuichi’s eyes narrowed, “If I tell…”

          Starting to grow tired of the theatrics, Kitazawa decided it was time to up the stakes. “I’ll make both yours and Eiri’s lives miserable. After all, in the end I get to leave while you’d be stuck cleaning up whatever chaos I’ve created.”

          “You … you want to hurt Eiri, don’t you?” Shuichi hoarsely whispered, the tears in his eyes finally sliding down his cheeks as he glared at his rival in love. “You want to use me to do something to him, don’t you?! I won’t let you get away with it!”

          “What exactly do you think you’re going to do to stop me? It’s already clear that I’ve been able to take over your body quite effectively.” Kitazawa paused at the singer’s question, giving it some serious thought. Finally, he answered it, “No. No, I don’t want to hurt Eiri.” Before Shuichi could say anything, he added, “But I can’t promise that he won’t hurt. After all, just hearing my name still bothers him, doesn’t it?” Then he chuckled softly, remembering everything that had happened since he’d wished his little student a happy birthday. “You saw how he acted outside the shrine when you got there, didn’t you?”

          Shuichi’s eyes widened and he nearly forgot his anger as his hand came up to point at Kitazawa, asking, “You mean…. When he was yelling at himself, that he was really yelling at ….”

          “Me. That’s right.” Kitazawa admitted easily, a grin making its way onto his features. The reactions he’d gotten for that stunt were still funny to him, and he allowed a soft chuckle to emerge.

          Shuichi actually shuddered, rubbing his own arm where he’d felt cold, looking thoroughly disgusted and angry that this man was actually laughing about it. “Ugh. You groped me?!”

          “No. I just touched your arms a bit.” The ex-tutor’s grin was thoroughly wicked. “It was enough to piss him off though. It was quite amusing to watch.”

          “You sick bastard!” Shuichi bitched, wanting Kitazawa out of his body as soon as possible. He felt thoroughly dirty and nasty with the prospect of a pedo-rapist now violating his body. It was worse than his incident with Taki. Hesitating, he wasn’t sure if going along with it wouldn’t make it go faster than fighting him. “How…. How long would this take, this thing that you’re trying to do?” His fist clenched again as he barked out, “What is it that you want to do? I would actually like to keep my relationship if you don’t mind!” Despite what he wanted, Kitazawa was around no matter what. Even from the start of their relationship, Shuichi had always screwed himself over in order to protect his lover. This time would be no exception. If it meant protecting Eiri, then he would submit to Kitazawa inhabiting his body for a short period of time. “I don’t need him thinking I went along with this willingly! You promise you’ll get out of my body once it’s done?”

          Growing quiet again, Kitazawa took so long in answering that the singer thought he wasn’t going to. Finally, he answered, “That depends on Eiri.” In the end, that was the only answer that could be given for all of Shuichi’s questions. It ALL depended on Eiri.

          Frustrated beyond belief, Shuichi demanded, “What the hell does that mean?! You haven’t answered anything about what you’re going to do!”

          “You’ll see.” Kitazawa replied, knowing he was upsetting Shuichi even more. “It shouldn’t be too much longer, is that a better answer? I also promise to make it clear that I …. took you against your will.”

          “No, it isn’t a better answer!” Shuichi shouted, hesitating as he saw a startled janitor dash faster down the hall after his outburst. “Shit.” Then his eyes widened at the innuendo that Kitazawa had managed to toss at him. “Don’t make it sound like that!”

          “Well it’s the best you’re going to get and, technically, that’s what I’m doing.”

          “Since it seems like I have no choice in the matter, fine!” Shuichi crossed his arms petulantly, growling, “It’s just MY body and MY life after all!”

          “None whatsoever.” Kitazawa paused, recognizing the defiant stance Shuichi was giving him. Decided to play the game of placate-now-backstab-later, did he? One more threat should do the trick. “Unless of course you relish the idea of waking up to find yourself 80 years old in bed with some 80 year old skank and Eiri-kun nowhere to be found.”

          Shuichi immediately dropped his arms, eyes wide. “You wouldn’t!”

          Kitazawa’s expression was completely serious as he murmured, “Try me. Breathe one word about me being inside of you and it’ll be Skanksville for you.” The lips twitched upwards again, but this time they held no amusement or warmth. “It’ll be fun living your life for you, torturing Eiri-kun in the process as he watches his precious koibito whoring it up throughout Tokyo and the United States. You think that might finally break him? I’m pretty sure I could manage it.”

          Muttering curses under his breath, Shuichi knew he was beaten for the moment. He couldn’t stop Kitazawa, but he could minimize the damage that the ghost caused. Stomping towards the door, he growled, “Let’s get this rehearsal over with and see what kind of psychological damage you’ve caused to yet another person.” He hoped Fujisaki was alright. Kitazawa was a hard person to deal with.

Now that he’d gotten what he wanted from Shuichi, Kitazawa’s image vanished and in Shuichi’s mind he all but purred, “Of course, Shindou-san.”

          Shuichi stepped back into the recording studio, looking thoroughly pissed off, which startled Hiro and Suguru. Hiro immediately reached for Shuichi, but decided not to after seeing the expression on his face. Lowering his arm, he asked, “Shu… are you okay?”

          “Let’s just get this over with.” Shuichi murmured quietly, going to stand at his microphone. The tear tracks had been hastily wiped away, leaving slight smudges across his cheeks, but he paid them no mind. A hard glint in his eyes, he looked at his band mates, nodding firmly which brooked no arguments. “Ready?”

          The guitarist looked over at Suguru, who had pulled himself up from under his keyboard to stare at Shuichi warily. Something was definitely different, and wrong. But neither of them could put their finger on it and they had to get through rehearsal. K would be there any moment and, if they weren’t putting in one-hundred percent, then there was going to be hell to pay. “Ready,” they both chorused, each on their respective instruments. They could always ask him later.

          On cue, they started the song over again, Hiro and Suguru running through the intro instrumentals. Shuichi then began to sing, his voice was firm and clear as he put all of himself into his art. Now aware of his inner uninvited guest, Shuichi could feel Kitazawa following along, learning the rhythm and tempo. It pissed him off even more, made him want to curl up in Eiri’s lap and have the older man take it all away. To make it all better.

          The bastard had said that Eiri was the one that had to do it anyway. But… then again, if he told Eiri what was going on, Kitazawa would make Eiri miserable and cause the novelist’s world to fall apart. Again. That meant that Eiri had to figure out what was happening on his own, while Shuichi kept quiet and played along like a little puppet. Shit. Eiri was going to KILL him!

          Fortunately, this inner struggle never appeared outwardly as he continued to sing song after song, giving Hiro and Suguru one of his best performances. It was the least he could do, considering the shit that ‘he’ was going to pull on them in the near future.

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