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Adult +
Chapters:
50
Views:
4,325
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6
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I do not own Gravitation or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
42: Breaking News
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: She may have been jilted by Mr. Eiri Yuki, but that was not going to stop her from getting what she wanted.
Warning: M/M, romance, angst, OOC-ness, language, character death Shuichi/Eiri, implied Eiri/oc, implied Shuichi/oc
Insert: Chapter 19
A/N: LOL! When I read what I wrote for the chapter summary, “Still Raining” popped into my head. LOL. Anyway, here is another chapter for your enjoyment. For those who wanted it, Sayo is in this chapter. Thank you very much to lilgurlanima, fahaar, David boreanaz’s wife247, ferler, Kaoru Sayuri Kamiya for your constant feedback and support.
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Chapter 42: Breaking News
“Our Top Stories that we are following for you this evening: Cosplay singer Reni Mimura will be playing at Zenkaikon in Pennsylvania, UN Secretary General Ban Ki-moon denounces as "shocking and shameless" a Taliban attack which killed five UN staff in Kabul, the US space agency has launched the Ares I-X, a prototype rocket designed to replace the ageing shuttle and the Japanese Navy destroyer Kurama hits a cargo ship, but first, we turn to Den Moriguchi at the weather desk for an update on the weather. It was a beautiful day out today.”
“Yes, it was,” came the peppy reply from the meteorologist.
Eiri rolled his eyes as he, with help from Sayo, was setting the table for dinner. “Shu,” he sighed as he folded the cloth napkins, “must you watch that cra-?” Catching sight of his impressionable three-year-old daughter out of the corner of his eye who was sliding the last plate onto the table, he caught himself from swearing. “Watch that?” he corrected.
From his position on the edge of the coffee table where he was sitting bent double over his knees, his chin resting in his hands, he threw over his shoulder without taking his eyes from the screen, “Yes.”
“Papa!”
“In a minute, Sayo,” Eiri told his daughter, “I’m talking to Daddy.” He turned back to his husband. “Why? It’s not going to be any different from when you watched it at noon.”
“Papa!”
“In a minute, Sayo.”
“Actually,” Shuichi was saying, “there’s supposed to be a commercial for our show.”
Eiri rolled his eyes at his husband’s back as he handed his impatient daughter the napkins. “It’s not for two months.”
“I know,” Shuichi answered distracted.
Eiri heaved a sigh.
“We have to advertise it, otherwise, nobody’ll know about it.”
Why must he over exaggerate? “Shu,” Eiri told his newly raven-haired partner, “you joined a new band. You didn’t die.”
Dropping his hands, Shuichi sat up and twirled around to face his husband and daughter. Eiri was walking behind their daughter placing the silverware on top of the red cloth napkins she was putting next to the black plates. “Yeah, but-!”
“But what?” Eiri called over his shoulder as he walked into the kitchen.
“We need cups, Papa,” Sayo told her father as she followed him.
“Yes, we do,” Eiri confirmed in a light tone. His voice returned to normal when he addressed Shuichi. “Didn’t your fans support you when you released your solo album?” His booming voice could be heard clearly across the condominium. “Wasn’t your tour a success?”
“Well, yeah,” Shuichi answered sheepishly.
It still shocked, amazed and humbled him that his solo album and the following tour in support of it had been so well received and as successful as it had been. He had to admit he’d been extremely nervous. Stage fright had been an ugly mistress during the short tour. For one, it was the first time he’d performed since Bad Luck’s Give it Back tour. That had been at least four years ago. Secondly, it was his first time performing without feeling the supportive presences of Hiro and Suguru at his backs. To say the least, the tour in support of his solo debut had been an experience on many fronts.
NG Productions hadn’t promoted Back to Zero like they usually would have. There had been no tour in support. In fact, there’d been only one single released from what had turned out to be Bad Luck’s last album. During the shoot, he hadn’t had any scenes together with Hiro and Suguru.
Though, not everyone had reacted to it as well as his fans and the critics had. After getting over the initial shock, Eiri and the rest of his family had actually been quite happy for him. Well, Eiri had been after his anger had cooled down. Frankly, he’d been stymied as to why Eiri had been so angry with him. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t talked about the possibility of him leaving the band and going solo.
“You said, and I quote, ‘Do what you want.’”
Okay, so maybe he should have confessed that he’d gone ahead with the plan to release his own album. Oh, well. Nothing he could do about that now. Other than being upset over being left out of the loop, Eiri’d been supportive of this latest venture. He always was.
But there were some whose anger has still not dwindled. Those people he thought would be the most proud of him for Atrevido were the ones who turned out to oppose everything about it.
Understandably, Hiro and Suguru had been outraged when they learned of his solo album. What upset them the most about it was that he had finished it in record time. When it had taken over three years to complete Back to Zero, it took all of three months to complete and release Atrevido. They still were not speaking.
…As for Tohma Seguchi…
What was there to say about a man who he had admired from an early age? And to a certain degree still did? A man who was his brother-in-law? A man who, despite his misgivings, had given Bad Luck a chance when nobody else would give them the time of day? A man who created and molded Bad Luck into what it became? A man who, in essence, created Shuichi Shindou?
His now ex-band mates had taken the revelation of his solo CD relatively well compared to the president of NG Productions. It just so happened that at the same time he was working on Atrevido, while Hiro and Suguru had been able to sail through the renegotiations of their contracts with NG Productions with ease, he, on the other hand, had been fighting his boss tooth and nail. It’d been a losing battle. The release of Atrevido was the final nail in the coffin. He woke the morning of its release to a short, but clear message on the answering machine.
“Affective immediately, I am terminating your employment with NG Productions.”
There were no words to describe how he felt, how he still felt. Confusion. Disbelief. Denial. Humiliation. Embarrassment. Anger. He’d felt them all. One at a time and several at once. He was not even sure how many times he listened to that message. At first, the knowledge that he had been fired from his record company did not hit him. It was like having a conversation with someone who spoke a foreign language you did not know. When the news finally sunk in, it’d felt like the biggest betrayal of his life.
If it was even possible, Eiri had been more upset over the news than he‘d been.
“In fact,” Eiri continued as he took two cups out of the cupboard and handed them to Sayo, “isn’t it doing better than anything Bad Luck ever put out?” He took a third cup out of the cupboard and followed his daughter back into the dining room.
Shuichi felt his face go up in flames. “Well, yeah,” he admitted.
To say that Tohma was feeling a bit miffed over the lost opportunity to cash in on such a successful album would be an understatement. Letting him go because of something as trivial as his continued disapproval of his relationship with Eiri had been the biggest mistake the president of NG Productions could have made. Of course, Tohma would never admit to having made such an error in judgment. Too late now either way. For it was less than thirty seconds after the bombshell turn of events that he’d received a phone call from another record company. This one had offices all around the world.
“We’ll do whatever it takes to get you to sign with Sony records.”
By the end of that day, Shuichi Shindou was part of the Sony family.
“Then I wouldn’t worry about people not knowing about your next concert.”
Eiri‘s voice tore him from his thoughts. It took him several moments to remember what it was they were speaking about. “But Eiri,” Shuichi pushed, “it’s not a Shuichi Shindou concert. It’s Torture’s debut concert.”
Joining Ishi’s band had not been an easy decision.
Yes, his record company had fired him, but it was the company he’d been with since he was a senior in high school. If it were not for NG Productions, he would not be who he was today. Yes, he, Hiro and Suguru were not on speaking terms once again, but it was not as if Bad Luck had officially been disbanded. It was not as if he had actually been fired from Bad Luck and he had not given either Hiro or Suguru layoff notices. Besides, Bad Luck was his band. It was his life. It was who he was. Despite everything that had happened between them, he still felt a sense of loyalty towards Hiro, Suguru, Bad Luck and the Bad Luck fans. He’d always thought that despite the many side projects he had taken on, the guys would always be there for him. For better or worse. Through the hard times and the good. For richer or poorer. He knew he was contradicting himself, what with him having thought about quitting the band numerous times in the past couple of years, but still wanting them at his side.
As for Torture, though minus a lead singer, yes, he’d thought they had a bright future ahead of them. They had everything a record company seeks in a band: remarkable talent and the ability to grow. Yes, he’d joined them on numerous jam sessions. From the very first time he’d lent his voice to the singerless metal band, it’d been as if he’d always been part of the band. He did not have the type of singing style that suited rock let alone metal, but once Ishi let his HR Giger sing, all doubts vanished. Even after Ishi, Yuki, Manabu, Kita and Taira asked if he would officially join their band as their lead singer, he’d had some serious doubts. It had taken some serious soul searching before he agreed. There was still a part of him that voiced its concerns with his decision, though that voice had since started diminishing.
Eiri rolled his eyes. “And?”
Shuichi blinked. “Huh?” Once again, he’d lost the course of their conversation.
With a heavy sigh, Eiri shook his head. “Never mind.”
“Done, Papa?“ Sayo asked her father.
“Yep! How bout helping me with dinner now?”
Sayo cheered.
“Okay, go get your stool.”
“’Kay!” Sayo tore through the house towards her bathroom where her stool was located as Eiri strolled into the kitchen.
“We have breaking news from the entertainment world this evening,” the news anchor’s voice broke into Shuichi’s thoughts.
Spinning around, Shuichi turned his attention back to the television.
“A woman has come forward this evening claiming that her five year old daughter was fathered by best selling romance author, Eiri Yuki.”
In an instant, he felt his world come crashing down around him.
If it was not one thing, it was another. There did not seem to be an end to the ridiculousness that they were constantly surrounded by. Was it Karma? Had they been cursed?
“What…the…hell?”
He really did not feel well.
---TBC---
Preview: “But the Kid Isn’t Mine”
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: She may have been jilted by Mr. Eiri Yuki, but that was not going to stop her from getting what she wanted.
Warning: M/M, romance, angst, OOC-ness, language, character death Shuichi/Eiri, implied Eiri/oc, implied Shuichi/oc
Insert: Chapter 19
A/N: LOL! When I read what I wrote for the chapter summary, “Still Raining” popped into my head. LOL. Anyway, here is another chapter for your enjoyment. For those who wanted it, Sayo is in this chapter. Thank you very much to lilgurlanima, fahaar, David boreanaz’s wife247, ferler, Kaoru Sayuri Kamiya for your constant feedback and support.
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Chapter 42: Breaking News
“Our Top Stories that we are following for you this evening: Cosplay singer Reni Mimura will be playing at Zenkaikon in Pennsylvania, UN Secretary General Ban Ki-moon denounces as "shocking and shameless" a Taliban attack which killed five UN staff in Kabul, the US space agency has launched the Ares I-X, a prototype rocket designed to replace the ageing shuttle and the Japanese Navy destroyer Kurama hits a cargo ship, but first, we turn to Den Moriguchi at the weather desk for an update on the weather. It was a beautiful day out today.”
“Yes, it was,” came the peppy reply from the meteorologist.
Eiri rolled his eyes as he, with help from Sayo, was setting the table for dinner. “Shu,” he sighed as he folded the cloth napkins, “must you watch that cra-?” Catching sight of his impressionable three-year-old daughter out of the corner of his eye who was sliding the last plate onto the table, he caught himself from swearing. “Watch that?” he corrected.
From his position on the edge of the coffee table where he was sitting bent double over his knees, his chin resting in his hands, he threw over his shoulder without taking his eyes from the screen, “Yes.”
“Papa!”
“In a minute, Sayo,” Eiri told his daughter, “I’m talking to Daddy.” He turned back to his husband. “Why? It’s not going to be any different from when you watched it at noon.”
“Papa!”
“In a minute, Sayo.”
“Actually,” Shuichi was saying, “there’s supposed to be a commercial for our show.”
Eiri rolled his eyes at his husband’s back as he handed his impatient daughter the napkins. “It’s not for two months.”
“I know,” Shuichi answered distracted.
Eiri heaved a sigh.
“We have to advertise it, otherwise, nobody’ll know about it.”
Why must he over exaggerate? “Shu,” Eiri told his newly raven-haired partner, “you joined a new band. You didn’t die.”
Dropping his hands, Shuichi sat up and twirled around to face his husband and daughter. Eiri was walking behind their daughter placing the silverware on top of the red cloth napkins she was putting next to the black plates. “Yeah, but-!”
“But what?” Eiri called over his shoulder as he walked into the kitchen.
“We need cups, Papa,” Sayo told her father as she followed him.
“Yes, we do,” Eiri confirmed in a light tone. His voice returned to normal when he addressed Shuichi. “Didn’t your fans support you when you released your solo album?” His booming voice could be heard clearly across the condominium. “Wasn’t your tour a success?”
“Well, yeah,” Shuichi answered sheepishly.
It still shocked, amazed and humbled him that his solo album and the following tour in support of it had been so well received and as successful as it had been. He had to admit he’d been extremely nervous. Stage fright had been an ugly mistress during the short tour. For one, it was the first time he’d performed since Bad Luck’s Give it Back tour. That had been at least four years ago. Secondly, it was his first time performing without feeling the supportive presences of Hiro and Suguru at his backs. To say the least, the tour in support of his solo debut had been an experience on many fronts.
NG Productions hadn’t promoted Back to Zero like they usually would have. There had been no tour in support. In fact, there’d been only one single released from what had turned out to be Bad Luck’s last album. During the shoot, he hadn’t had any scenes together with Hiro and Suguru.
Though, not everyone had reacted to it as well as his fans and the critics had. After getting over the initial shock, Eiri and the rest of his family had actually been quite happy for him. Well, Eiri had been after his anger had cooled down. Frankly, he’d been stymied as to why Eiri had been so angry with him. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t talked about the possibility of him leaving the band and going solo.
“You said, and I quote, ‘Do what you want.’”
Okay, so maybe he should have confessed that he’d gone ahead with the plan to release his own album. Oh, well. Nothing he could do about that now. Other than being upset over being left out of the loop, Eiri’d been supportive of this latest venture. He always was.
But there were some whose anger has still not dwindled. Those people he thought would be the most proud of him for Atrevido were the ones who turned out to oppose everything about it.
Understandably, Hiro and Suguru had been outraged when they learned of his solo album. What upset them the most about it was that he had finished it in record time. When it had taken over three years to complete Back to Zero, it took all of three months to complete and release Atrevido. They still were not speaking.
…As for Tohma Seguchi…
What was there to say about a man who he had admired from an early age? And to a certain degree still did? A man who was his brother-in-law? A man who, despite his misgivings, had given Bad Luck a chance when nobody else would give them the time of day? A man who created and molded Bad Luck into what it became? A man who, in essence, created Shuichi Shindou?
His now ex-band mates had taken the revelation of his solo CD relatively well compared to the president of NG Productions. It just so happened that at the same time he was working on Atrevido, while Hiro and Suguru had been able to sail through the renegotiations of their contracts with NG Productions with ease, he, on the other hand, had been fighting his boss tooth and nail. It’d been a losing battle. The release of Atrevido was the final nail in the coffin. He woke the morning of its release to a short, but clear message on the answering machine.
“Affective immediately, I am terminating your employment with NG Productions.”
There were no words to describe how he felt, how he still felt. Confusion. Disbelief. Denial. Humiliation. Embarrassment. Anger. He’d felt them all. One at a time and several at once. He was not even sure how many times he listened to that message. At first, the knowledge that he had been fired from his record company did not hit him. It was like having a conversation with someone who spoke a foreign language you did not know. When the news finally sunk in, it’d felt like the biggest betrayal of his life.
If it was even possible, Eiri had been more upset over the news than he‘d been.
“In fact,” Eiri continued as he took two cups out of the cupboard and handed them to Sayo, “isn’t it doing better than anything Bad Luck ever put out?” He took a third cup out of the cupboard and followed his daughter back into the dining room.
Shuichi felt his face go up in flames. “Well, yeah,” he admitted.
To say that Tohma was feeling a bit miffed over the lost opportunity to cash in on such a successful album would be an understatement. Letting him go because of something as trivial as his continued disapproval of his relationship with Eiri had been the biggest mistake the president of NG Productions could have made. Of course, Tohma would never admit to having made such an error in judgment. Too late now either way. For it was less than thirty seconds after the bombshell turn of events that he’d received a phone call from another record company. This one had offices all around the world.
“We’ll do whatever it takes to get you to sign with Sony records.”
By the end of that day, Shuichi Shindou was part of the Sony family.
“Then I wouldn’t worry about people not knowing about your next concert.”
Eiri‘s voice tore him from his thoughts. It took him several moments to remember what it was they were speaking about. “But Eiri,” Shuichi pushed, “it’s not a Shuichi Shindou concert. It’s Torture’s debut concert.”
Joining Ishi’s band had not been an easy decision.
Yes, his record company had fired him, but it was the company he’d been with since he was a senior in high school. If it were not for NG Productions, he would not be who he was today. Yes, he, Hiro and Suguru were not on speaking terms once again, but it was not as if Bad Luck had officially been disbanded. It was not as if he had actually been fired from Bad Luck and he had not given either Hiro or Suguru layoff notices. Besides, Bad Luck was his band. It was his life. It was who he was. Despite everything that had happened between them, he still felt a sense of loyalty towards Hiro, Suguru, Bad Luck and the Bad Luck fans. He’d always thought that despite the many side projects he had taken on, the guys would always be there for him. For better or worse. Through the hard times and the good. For richer or poorer. He knew he was contradicting himself, what with him having thought about quitting the band numerous times in the past couple of years, but still wanting them at his side.
As for Torture, though minus a lead singer, yes, he’d thought they had a bright future ahead of them. They had everything a record company seeks in a band: remarkable talent and the ability to grow. Yes, he’d joined them on numerous jam sessions. From the very first time he’d lent his voice to the singerless metal band, it’d been as if he’d always been part of the band. He did not have the type of singing style that suited rock let alone metal, but once Ishi let his HR Giger sing, all doubts vanished. Even after Ishi, Yuki, Manabu, Kita and Taira asked if he would officially join their band as their lead singer, he’d had some serious doubts. It had taken some serious soul searching before he agreed. There was still a part of him that voiced its concerns with his decision, though that voice had since started diminishing.
Eiri rolled his eyes. “And?”
Shuichi blinked. “Huh?” Once again, he’d lost the course of their conversation.
With a heavy sigh, Eiri shook his head. “Never mind.”
“Done, Papa?“ Sayo asked her father.
“Yep! How bout helping me with dinner now?”
Sayo cheered.
“Okay, go get your stool.”
“’Kay!” Sayo tore through the house towards her bathroom where her stool was located as Eiri strolled into the kitchen.
“We have breaking news from the entertainment world this evening,” the news anchor’s voice broke into Shuichi’s thoughts.
Spinning around, Shuichi turned his attention back to the television.
“A woman has come forward this evening claiming that her five year old daughter was fathered by best selling romance author, Eiri Yuki.”
In an instant, he felt his world come crashing down around him.
If it was not one thing, it was another. There did not seem to be an end to the ridiculousness that they were constantly surrounded by. Was it Karma? Had they been cursed?
“What…the…hell?”
He really did not feel well.
---TBC---
Preview: “But the Kid Isn’t Mine”