Damned American
folder
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,432
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,432
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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 Three
Striding casually down the desolate halls of NG, heels clicking loudly along the tiles, the blond manager whistled a soft tone. Thoughts of revenge running rampant throw his head, K stops at the door he’s been looking for. Reaching into trouser pockets, searching for the small instrument needed to open the door, nimble fingers moved around the pants. Finally finding the desired key, sliding it home, the lock clicked open. Pushing the light wood door ajar, the blond stepped into his ’home base’.
“Ah, this’ll do perfectly,” the evil genius snickered, rubbing his hands together. Walking over to the table, setting the ’goods’ from America onto the table, he searched for a pen and paper. Finding what he was looking for, he scribbled a brief letter…
‘To the valued members of Bad Luck,
Please accept this kind gift for all of your hard work and dedication. The three of you have been working long, strenuous, days and this is a form of thanks. Rest, eat, and enjoy!
K’
*********************************************************************
“So do you think K suspects anything?” Fujisaki asked playing with the sleek looking gun cradled in his small hands. Long fingers ran the length of the barrel, caressing the cool metal.
“He knows the gun’s been switched, but I don’t think he knows who did it,” Hiro told the pair sitting across the room from him. “I mean, he pretty much figured it out when he pulled the gun out and tried to fire. The water that came out, not the lead bullet, was a dead give away.”
Giggling at the remembrance of that day two weeks ago, Shuichi could barely hold in the fit brewing. “Yeah, he was so pissed off! I have NEVER seen him like that before.”
“He was kinda hot like that, all red faced and panting with anger. All that long hair whipping around with every aggravated move he made…” Fujisaki day dreamed out loud.
Two pairs of eyes went wide at the newly developed confession from their band mate. Who knew?
“Um, yeah, so…” Hiro stuttered, not knowing what to say to that. Ignore it or say something?
Saved by Shuichi, the pink haired singer states, “Well, it’s been enough time now. We can launch the second part of the plan now with out any suspicion.”
“Okay, then, who wants to tackle Ryu?” Hiro wondered, really not wanting to be given that mission. Sakuma Ryuichi can be…well…frightening at times.
“I’ll take care of him, ’Saki you get the picture of Touma. Sakano-san’s about to have his wet dreams come true!” the man laughed, wanting badly to be able to see the producer’s face when he opened that email. “Hiro you need to help Suguru with Seguchi. All you’ll need to do is stand watch outside the office while Fujisaki gets the letter out.”
All things seemed to be in place as the trio of trouble plot against those who ’wronged’ them, well Ryuichi being the exception. The other vocalist never really did anything to them, but he was a means to reach the end. A means that the ’new’ Shuichi plans on exploiting.
“Gotcha. Do you have the letter ready?” the keyboardist asked, back from the daydreams of la-la-land.
Fishing through the famous backpack, Shuichi grabbed the folded sheet of paper. Handing it over to the other, “Here, anything else?”
“Nope, you ready Hiro?”
“That’s a go. You have your lap top right?” he asked.
“Yeah, we just need to find somewhere private to ’google’ for the pictures of my cousin,” Suguru told him, standing from the stool he was perched on.
“Good luck guys, bleepbleep if you need anything. I am off to hunt some wabbit,” the leader of the trouble makers laughed.
*********************************************************************
“So do you think you can find what we need on that thing?” Hiro asked the smaller man tucked under his chin.
“Maybe,” Fujisaki hissed, “That’s if you back off and stop standing over my shoulder.”
Taking a step back at the harsh bitten words, the red head stumbled and tripped landing on his ass!
“Jeez, are you all right? Whatda klutz,” ’Saki scolded the fallen band mate. “AHHH, yes, found it! Hiro come look at this, it’s fucking hilarious.”
Narrowing his keen eyes at the boy hovering over the lap top, “Well that’s just dandy, and I am not a klutz.”
“There’s a few here, which one should we use? Personally I like the fairy princess one.”
Rising and walking back to the computer, Hiro’s jaw just dropped at the sight on the screen. There, posted on the internet, was a few pictures of the famed Nittle Grasper keyboardist. Not just any pictures mind you, but nice reveling ones of the platinum blond cross dressed in what should be the most comical attire. Yet, Hiro could not find the humor. For him, the pictures bordered on erotic and frightening all at once.
Fujisaki had suggested the ’fairy’ one, but the one of him dressed in the deep blue harem girl was stirring something sinful deep within. There was just something about the way the midnight sky colored silk looked as if it were to flutter off those slim shoulders and fall to the floor to revel what he had to offer. Or the puffy see-through material of the harem pants that barely covered his man-parts.
“I like the genie one, it would go good with the letter Shuichi wrote,” Hiro tried to tell him with a level tone.
“You think?” the other wondered. “But look at the white shimmering wings, there just so cute! AND, the even match the tight little corset he has tied to his chest. Never mind those white thigh highs, matching silk panties, and would you just look at those sandals?!” The crimson blush of the youth was so funny that Hiro no longer felt bad about the half hard dick in his pants.
“But, the fairy is adorable, I mean look he even has a tiara and ’magic’ wand. We want a sexified Seguchi, not some little innocent looking fairy thing,” Nakano told him, flipping the page back to the genie photo. “Look at this one,” he pointed to the one of Touma stretched out on the silk covered bed sheets, “His head tipped back, mouth agape, and one hand’s unseen. It makes the viewer wonder where that hand is? It’s erotic as all hell. That, and the way his legs are spread, inviting someone to touch him. The epiphany of submissive sex slave, Sakano will have a stroke when he sees this!”
Blushing, Suguru looked at his friend, who was breathing a little jagged. Does he have the hotts for his cousin? “Okay, you’re right, we’ll use this one.” Better to give in on this than have to deal with a ’weird’ Hiroshi any longer.
Copying and pasting the photo, the pair added the letter provided by Shuichi, they saved it to the disk. “Lets hit up Touma’s personal PC. We need to send this out. Hopefully Shuichi has gotten his ’target’.”
“Ah, this’ll do perfectly,” the evil genius snickered, rubbing his hands together. Walking over to the table, setting the ’goods’ from America onto the table, he searched for a pen and paper. Finding what he was looking for, he scribbled a brief letter…
‘To the valued members of Bad Luck,
Please accept this kind gift for all of your hard work and dedication. The three of you have been working long, strenuous, days and this is a form of thanks. Rest, eat, and enjoy!
K’
*********************************************************************
“So do you think K suspects anything?” Fujisaki asked playing with the sleek looking gun cradled in his small hands. Long fingers ran the length of the barrel, caressing the cool metal.
“He knows the gun’s been switched, but I don’t think he knows who did it,” Hiro told the pair sitting across the room from him. “I mean, he pretty much figured it out when he pulled the gun out and tried to fire. The water that came out, not the lead bullet, was a dead give away.”
Giggling at the remembrance of that day two weeks ago, Shuichi could barely hold in the fit brewing. “Yeah, he was so pissed off! I have NEVER seen him like that before.”
“He was kinda hot like that, all red faced and panting with anger. All that long hair whipping around with every aggravated move he made…” Fujisaki day dreamed out loud.
Two pairs of eyes went wide at the newly developed confession from their band mate. Who knew?
“Um, yeah, so…” Hiro stuttered, not knowing what to say to that. Ignore it or say something?
Saved by Shuichi, the pink haired singer states, “Well, it’s been enough time now. We can launch the second part of the plan now with out any suspicion.”
“Okay, then, who wants to tackle Ryu?” Hiro wondered, really not wanting to be given that mission. Sakuma Ryuichi can be…well…frightening at times.
“I’ll take care of him, ’Saki you get the picture of Touma. Sakano-san’s about to have his wet dreams come true!” the man laughed, wanting badly to be able to see the producer’s face when he opened that email. “Hiro you need to help Suguru with Seguchi. All you’ll need to do is stand watch outside the office while Fujisaki gets the letter out.”
All things seemed to be in place as the trio of trouble plot against those who ’wronged’ them, well Ryuichi being the exception. The other vocalist never really did anything to them, but he was a means to reach the end. A means that the ’new’ Shuichi plans on exploiting.
“Gotcha. Do you have the letter ready?” the keyboardist asked, back from the daydreams of la-la-land.
Fishing through the famous backpack, Shuichi grabbed the folded sheet of paper. Handing it over to the other, “Here, anything else?”
“Nope, you ready Hiro?”
“That’s a go. You have your lap top right?” he asked.
“Yeah, we just need to find somewhere private to ’google’ for the pictures of my cousin,” Suguru told him, standing from the stool he was perched on.
“Good luck guys, bleepbleep if you need anything. I am off to hunt some wabbit,” the leader of the trouble makers laughed.
*********************************************************************
“So do you think you can find what we need on that thing?” Hiro asked the smaller man tucked under his chin.
“Maybe,” Fujisaki hissed, “That’s if you back off and stop standing over my shoulder.”
Taking a step back at the harsh bitten words, the red head stumbled and tripped landing on his ass!
“Jeez, are you all right? Whatda klutz,” ’Saki scolded the fallen band mate. “AHHH, yes, found it! Hiro come look at this, it’s fucking hilarious.”
Narrowing his keen eyes at the boy hovering over the lap top, “Well that’s just dandy, and I am not a klutz.”
“There’s a few here, which one should we use? Personally I like the fairy princess one.”
Rising and walking back to the computer, Hiro’s jaw just dropped at the sight on the screen. There, posted on the internet, was a few pictures of the famed Nittle Grasper keyboardist. Not just any pictures mind you, but nice reveling ones of the platinum blond cross dressed in what should be the most comical attire. Yet, Hiro could not find the humor. For him, the pictures bordered on erotic and frightening all at once.
Fujisaki had suggested the ’fairy’ one, but the one of him dressed in the deep blue harem girl was stirring something sinful deep within. There was just something about the way the midnight sky colored silk looked as if it were to flutter off those slim shoulders and fall to the floor to revel what he had to offer. Or the puffy see-through material of the harem pants that barely covered his man-parts.
“I like the genie one, it would go good with the letter Shuichi wrote,” Hiro tried to tell him with a level tone.
“You think?” the other wondered. “But look at the white shimmering wings, there just so cute! AND, the even match the tight little corset he has tied to his chest. Never mind those white thigh highs, matching silk panties, and would you just look at those sandals?!” The crimson blush of the youth was so funny that Hiro no longer felt bad about the half hard dick in his pants.
“But, the fairy is adorable, I mean look he even has a tiara and ’magic’ wand. We want a sexified Seguchi, not some little innocent looking fairy thing,” Nakano told him, flipping the page back to the genie photo. “Look at this one,” he pointed to the one of Touma stretched out on the silk covered bed sheets, “His head tipped back, mouth agape, and one hand’s unseen. It makes the viewer wonder where that hand is? It’s erotic as all hell. That, and the way his legs are spread, inviting someone to touch him. The epiphany of submissive sex slave, Sakano will have a stroke when he sees this!”
Blushing, Suguru looked at his friend, who was breathing a little jagged. Does he have the hotts for his cousin? “Okay, you’re right, we’ll use this one.” Better to give in on this than have to deal with a ’weird’ Hiroshi any longer.
Copying and pasting the photo, the pair added the letter provided by Shuichi, they saved it to the disk. “Lets hit up Touma’s personal PC. We need to send this out. Hopefully Shuichi has gotten his ’target’.”