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Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
50
Views:
4,298
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
32: Blindsided
Kin no Shuichi
Written by: Chochowilliams
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Summary: Shuichi and Eiri are working things out after a mistake on both of their parts nearly ended their five-year relationship. But what about Bad Luck? What does the future hold for them?
Chapter Summary: Shuichi is given special permission to come into the studio, but he never expected this
Warning: M/M, romance, angst, OOC-ness, language, Shuichi/Eiri, implied Eiri/oc, implied Shuichi/oc
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A/N: For those of you who took the chance and started reading my original story on aff, thank you! It’s a very long story, but I will be updating weekly so please be patient as the story unravels itself. For those who haven’t…WHY NOT?! LOL. Just kidding, but please, if you have some time, check it out and tell me what you think. It would be much appreciated. Anyway, thank you to lilgurlanima, David boreanaz’s wife247, fahaar, Acherona, Mrs. Hatake Itachi, ferler, Kaoru Sayuri Kamiya for your reviews. I always love reading your comments. They make my day.
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Chapter 32: Blindsided
NG Productions
“…So?” Suguru Fujisaki drawled from his seat across the table from Shuichi. The members of Bad Luck were currently taking up residence in one of the conference rooms. With Tohma’s ultimatum ringing in their ears and hanging threateningly over their heads and not to mention the deadline that was looming ever closer, a consensus had to be made one way or another. “What do you think?”
Not sure what to think, Shuichi sat back and combed his fingers through his hair with a sigh. Lacing his hands behind his head, he tipped his head back and stared up at the dazzling white drop ceiling.
In all honesty, he was just thankful to have the opportunity to catch up on his work. They said hindsight was twenty-twenty. There was a reason for that saying. For it was only after everything was said and done that you could look back and see everything with the utmost clarity. Really though, what was the point of doing that? Knowing you should have done that instead of this or you should have gone here instead of there. Pointing the finger does nothing to change the fact that the milk was split. What is done is done. At least, that was what Eiri told him, but despite those eloquent words of wisdom, Eiri continued to berate him every chance he had for doing “something so idiotically asinine”.
“You’re like a secretary who is so behind in his work that he doesn’t realize that the tower of papers are about to come tumbling down until he finds himself trapped beneath the avalanche.”
As harsh as those words were, they were the truth. He had just become so disgusted with the rut that Bad Luck seemed to be forever trapped in. Everything was suffering because of it. Suguru, Hiro and he were always at each other’s throat, more so than usual. It grew increasingly worse as time continued to tick. All the bickering and infighting made it nearly impossible to get anything accomplished. Having a gun-toting psychotic, American with the patience of a fruit fly for a manager did not help matters either. If anything, K just seemed to make everything worse. Sickened with how Bad Luck was being run, he had been forced to turn elsewhere in order to explore the creativity that was being suppressed. This substitute ended up to be his downfall in the end.
Shuichi had a feeling that Sakano knew where things had gone wrong and knew how they should go about mending the ever widening tear, but the man was just so submissive and way too emotional for his own good, that trying to have a serious conversation with him was more impossible than getting a terrorist to admit he may be blowing everything way out of proportion.
Of course, K was K. All he ever said was that they just had “to try harder”. Though he would say that to the entire band, he would be looking pointedly at Shuichi. With his ever present magnum, he would threaten Shuichi “to write breathtakingly beautiful tear jerker” songs. How K thought all the stress, pressure and endless threats were supposed to work was beyond him.
Whatever.
Then there was Tohma. Whenever something happened that he was not particularly happy with, all blame was placed on Shuichi, whether he had a hand in the deed or not. Shuichi “should have known better”. Shuichi “should have come to see” him before things got too out of hand. Shuichi should have done this. Shuichi should have done that.
Hate was not a word to be used lightly, but it was the only word to describe how Shuichi knew Tohma felt about him. He had always known that his brother-in-law despised him, but he had no idea that he would go this far. He understood, really he did. Tohma had a company to run. Every minute that their CD was delayed was more money lost. That did not mean that he had to like it any better though.
Truthfully, this might just be a good thing. Their contract with NG Productions was set to expire this fall, about the same time Tohma wanted Back to Zero released. Though that was definitely something he and the guys still had to talk about. Should they try to renegotiate? Or should they just pack their bags and relocate out of this dust bowl to greener pastures? What would happen if they were at odds as what to do? And what about Eiri? Tohma was his sister’s husband after all. The last thing Shuichi wanted was to be the cause of any more dissension between them. Until the three of them could deal with that issue, he was just glad to have this opportunity to make things up to all those who were inconvenienced because of his foolish mistake.
When he came into the studio this morning to place the final changes on the couple of songs he had on the Who Is It soundtrack, being told something as outrageous as this had not been in the forefront of his mind. Though, it was not as if he had not seen this coming. Eiri had warned him.
So, what did he think? That was the sixty-four-thousand dollar question. As much as he detested the idea, he supposed they should finish the album, whether he could lay down the vocals for the last couple or songs or not. A fleeting thought to steal the master tape of what they had accomplished so far and lose it in some long forgotten closet somewhere deep within the lowest depths of NG Productions entered his mind. He shook those wicked thoughts aside. Unfortunately, as entertaining as the idea was, he was someone who always finished what he set out to do.
“There’s what? Three songs left?” Hiro asked.
Shuichi let his head loll to the side as he studied his best friend who was sitting several seats down from Suguru.
Suguru nodded. “‘Something‘s Going On’, ‘In the Dark and’ and ‘Tears’.”
Sighing lightly, Shuichi returned his attention back to the ceiling. Those were actually the only songs he liked on the entire fifteen track CD.
He did see anything wrong with them at least attempting to finish the album. Of course, Dr. Takata and Dr. Koto would have to give their consent. Seeing as they had allowed him to come in today so that he could work on the songs for the soundtrack, he did not see the problem with them agreeing to allow him to stay for a few more hours. Seeing K was not here today (that he was aware of) and Sakano was off running errands for “the Sacho” and Tohma was off doing some interviews and photo shoots for Nittle Grasper, they should be able to get a lot done (if they did not kill each other first). It’s funny how that worked. What they could not finish by the deadline he knew Eiri would impose (if he actually agreed to let him stay), Hiro and Suguru would just have to come up with something.
Dropping his hands, Shuichi pushed the chair back and stood up. “Give me a sec to call Eiri,” he said as he crossed the conference room towards the door. Something was telling him that he would have to pull a rabbit out of his ass if he wanted Eiri to give him permission to stay at the studio for a couple more hours though.
---TBC---
Preview: “A Fated Meeting with Torture”
A/N: I actually uploaded the wrong chapter last week. It was supposed to be this chapter, “Blindsided”, but for some reason I ended up putting up “Ghost Whisperer”. Sorry ‘bout that. So I had to go and do some rearranging. What a pain in the ass.
Written by: Chochowilliams
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Summary: Shuichi and Eiri are working things out after a mistake on both of their parts nearly ended their five-year relationship. But what about Bad Luck? What does the future hold for them?
Chapter Summary: Shuichi is given special permission to come into the studio, but he never expected this
Warning: M/M, romance, angst, OOC-ness, language, Shuichi/Eiri, implied Eiri/oc, implied Shuichi/oc
Insert: ---
A/N: For those of you who took the chance and started reading my original story on aff, thank you! It’s a very long story, but I will be updating weekly so please be patient as the story unravels itself. For those who haven’t…WHY NOT?! LOL. Just kidding, but please, if you have some time, check it out and tell me what you think. It would be much appreciated. Anyway, thank you to lilgurlanima, David boreanaz’s wife247, fahaar, Acherona, Mrs. Hatake Itachi, ferler, Kaoru Sayuri Kamiya for your reviews. I always love reading your comments. They make my day.
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Chapter 32: Blindsided
NG Productions
“…So?” Suguru Fujisaki drawled from his seat across the table from Shuichi. The members of Bad Luck were currently taking up residence in one of the conference rooms. With Tohma’s ultimatum ringing in their ears and hanging threateningly over their heads and not to mention the deadline that was looming ever closer, a consensus had to be made one way or another. “What do you think?”
Not sure what to think, Shuichi sat back and combed his fingers through his hair with a sigh. Lacing his hands behind his head, he tipped his head back and stared up at the dazzling white drop ceiling.
In all honesty, he was just thankful to have the opportunity to catch up on his work. They said hindsight was twenty-twenty. There was a reason for that saying. For it was only after everything was said and done that you could look back and see everything with the utmost clarity. Really though, what was the point of doing that? Knowing you should have done that instead of this or you should have gone here instead of there. Pointing the finger does nothing to change the fact that the milk was split. What is done is done. At least, that was what Eiri told him, but despite those eloquent words of wisdom, Eiri continued to berate him every chance he had for doing “something so idiotically asinine”.
“You’re like a secretary who is so behind in his work that he doesn’t realize that the tower of papers are about to come tumbling down until he finds himself trapped beneath the avalanche.”
As harsh as those words were, they were the truth. He had just become so disgusted with the rut that Bad Luck seemed to be forever trapped in. Everything was suffering because of it. Suguru, Hiro and he were always at each other’s throat, more so than usual. It grew increasingly worse as time continued to tick. All the bickering and infighting made it nearly impossible to get anything accomplished. Having a gun-toting psychotic, American with the patience of a fruit fly for a manager did not help matters either. If anything, K just seemed to make everything worse. Sickened with how Bad Luck was being run, he had been forced to turn elsewhere in order to explore the creativity that was being suppressed. This substitute ended up to be his downfall in the end.
Shuichi had a feeling that Sakano knew where things had gone wrong and knew how they should go about mending the ever widening tear, but the man was just so submissive and way too emotional for his own good, that trying to have a serious conversation with him was more impossible than getting a terrorist to admit he may be blowing everything way out of proportion.
Of course, K was K. All he ever said was that they just had “to try harder”. Though he would say that to the entire band, he would be looking pointedly at Shuichi. With his ever present magnum, he would threaten Shuichi “to write breathtakingly beautiful tear jerker” songs. How K thought all the stress, pressure and endless threats were supposed to work was beyond him.
Whatever.
Then there was Tohma. Whenever something happened that he was not particularly happy with, all blame was placed on Shuichi, whether he had a hand in the deed or not. Shuichi “should have known better”. Shuichi “should have come to see” him before things got too out of hand. Shuichi should have done this. Shuichi should have done that.
Hate was not a word to be used lightly, but it was the only word to describe how Shuichi knew Tohma felt about him. He had always known that his brother-in-law despised him, but he had no idea that he would go this far. He understood, really he did. Tohma had a company to run. Every minute that their CD was delayed was more money lost. That did not mean that he had to like it any better though.
Truthfully, this might just be a good thing. Their contract with NG Productions was set to expire this fall, about the same time Tohma wanted Back to Zero released. Though that was definitely something he and the guys still had to talk about. Should they try to renegotiate? Or should they just pack their bags and relocate out of this dust bowl to greener pastures? What would happen if they were at odds as what to do? And what about Eiri? Tohma was his sister’s husband after all. The last thing Shuichi wanted was to be the cause of any more dissension between them. Until the three of them could deal with that issue, he was just glad to have this opportunity to make things up to all those who were inconvenienced because of his foolish mistake.
When he came into the studio this morning to place the final changes on the couple of songs he had on the Who Is It soundtrack, being told something as outrageous as this had not been in the forefront of his mind. Though, it was not as if he had not seen this coming. Eiri had warned him.
So, what did he think? That was the sixty-four-thousand dollar question. As much as he detested the idea, he supposed they should finish the album, whether he could lay down the vocals for the last couple or songs or not. A fleeting thought to steal the master tape of what they had accomplished so far and lose it in some long forgotten closet somewhere deep within the lowest depths of NG Productions entered his mind. He shook those wicked thoughts aside. Unfortunately, as entertaining as the idea was, he was someone who always finished what he set out to do.
“There’s what? Three songs left?” Hiro asked.
Shuichi let his head loll to the side as he studied his best friend who was sitting several seats down from Suguru.
Suguru nodded. “‘Something‘s Going On’, ‘In the Dark and’ and ‘Tears’.”
Sighing lightly, Shuichi returned his attention back to the ceiling. Those were actually the only songs he liked on the entire fifteen track CD.
He did see anything wrong with them at least attempting to finish the album. Of course, Dr. Takata and Dr. Koto would have to give their consent. Seeing as they had allowed him to come in today so that he could work on the songs for the soundtrack, he did not see the problem with them agreeing to allow him to stay for a few more hours. Seeing K was not here today (that he was aware of) and Sakano was off running errands for “the Sacho” and Tohma was off doing some interviews and photo shoots for Nittle Grasper, they should be able to get a lot done (if they did not kill each other first). It’s funny how that worked. What they could not finish by the deadline he knew Eiri would impose (if he actually agreed to let him stay), Hiro and Suguru would just have to come up with something.
Dropping his hands, Shuichi pushed the chair back and stood up. “Give me a sec to call Eiri,” he said as he crossed the conference room towards the door. Something was telling him that he would have to pull a rabbit out of his ass if he wanted Eiri to give him permission to stay at the studio for a couple more hours though.
---TBC---
Preview: “A Fated Meeting with Torture”
A/N: I actually uploaded the wrong chapter last week. It was supposed to be this chapter, “Blindsided”, but for some reason I ended up putting up “Ghost Whisperer”. Sorry ‘bout that. So I had to go and do some rearranging. What a pain in the ass.