One In A Million

CeTe: Well, that might be a problem if this was an EyesKanone fic, but it's EyesAyumu, so we're not caring how pissed Kanone gets. It's like if you really cared about Ayumu in any of my other fics...though Kanone is better than Ayumu so I'm not going to make him suffer! Thanks for reviewing!

Mystik: Don't worry, I won't put too much EyesKanone in here, and I'll try to get to EyesAyumu as quickly as I can. I don't want to rush it, though, or else it might seem forced. I know that's what we all want, but for the sake of at least attempting to be a decent writer, I feel I have to make them wait. Your english is fine, I could understand it perfectly! Thanks for reviewing!
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As soon as they landed, Eyes turned to Kanone, "I need to take care of some business." he said, "You can go back to my apartment if you'd like, but I would rather if I took care of this myself." Besides, Eyes didn't know how Kanone would react to hearing that he was choosing Ayumu for the role.

Kanone frowned a little, feeling like he was being excluded, but quickly smiled, "No problem, I'll just start unpacking." he offered, and gave Eyes a small kiss, "You won't be too long, right?"

Eyes shook his head, "No, it shouldn't take too much time." Of course, this was counting on Ayumu accepting right away. He wasn't sure how realistic that outcome was, but he had to try. He'd be dammed if that whiny producer would pick someone; she probably didn't even know what actual talent was and would pick some run-of-the-mill wannabe. Eyes refused to perform with anyone but the best, but since the best wasn't available, he'd just have to go to his little brother. Climbing into the limo, Eyes directed the driver towards Ayumu's place.

'She's late again.' Ayumu thought, staring at the lone plate of food on the table, 'Why doesn't she ever get home when she says she will, or at least call to say she'll be home late?' he wondered, but pushed those thoughts to the back of his head. If she didn't come home soon, the food would have to be reheated, and that meant more cooking. He shuttered at the thought since he'd been cooking for the past two hours. Well, the actual cooking part had only taken about 45 minutes, but the preparation was lengthy enough for one round of food; two rounds would most likely kill him.

The good news about worrying about food, was that he had his mind on something other than Eyes. Madoka had come home every night that week demanding a more and more complicated dish, or told Ayumu what she wanted before she went to work, expecting it to be there when she returned home. Though he appeared aggrivated by the inconvienence of cooking so much, Ayumu was actually a bit grateful for the distraction. Grabbing the plate, Ayumu decided that he would just reheat it now, and attempt to take a nap (cooking really takes it out of you!). On his way into the kitchen, however, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Ayumu stared at the door suspiciously, wondering who he knew that would be knocking. It certianly wasn't Madoka, and Hiyono felt free to let herself in whenever she pleased. Who else would be visiting him at this hour? It had already gotten dark out, and most people were probably sitting down to dinner right about now.

Opening the door, plate in hand, he realized that the person that had been knocking was far from most people. His brain froze, and he lost the ability to speak. Actually, all of his motorfunctions seemed to cease, because the plate that had been held up now fell as the arm holding it dropped to his side. The Blade Child's lightening fast reflexes came into action as he caught the plate from falling too far. Raising an eyebrow, he glanced to the food, then back to Ayumu, "I've already eaten." he informed the boy, handing him the plate back.

Ayumu snapped out of his daze, and grabbed the now cold food back, "Sorry...er, thanks..." he mumbled as he set the plate on the counter. He kept his back to Eyes for another moment, then turned around, "So...what exactly are you doing here?" he managed to get out without sounding like a complete retard.

"I have a proposition for you." Eyes told him.

"A proposition?" Ayumu repeated, wondering what in the hell he could have that would interest Eyes. He kept his mind from fantasizing, and focused on the silver-haired boy.

Eyes nodded to confirm, "If you'd like, we can discuss it now." he said, hoping to get this over with as soon as he could.

Ayumu hesitated for a moment, but nodded, "Sure, come on in." he offered. He doubted Madoka would be home before Eyes left, so there was no risk in her seeing the famous boy in her home. That would raise too many questions that Ayumu wasn't sure he had the answers for. Joining Ayumu in the living room, Eyes took a seat opposite the chocolate-haired boy, "So, what exactly do you want?" the latter asked, a little suspicious of why Eyes would approach him like this out of the blue.

"I want you to accompany me on my next tour." Eyes said, bluntly, getting straight to business.

Ayumu had to wait a moment to make sure he heard the other boy right, 'Accompany him?' he thought, "What do you mean?"

"My producer thought it would be good for publicity if I performed with another pianist the next time around." he explained, "She left it up to me to find one, and I don't know any others that could even be considered."

Ayumu swallowed, 'Perform with him?' he thought, now a little nervous, 'In front of all those people?' he shook his head, unable to believe that he was being offered such a honor. What he couldn't believe even more was that he was turning Eyes down, "I can't." he confessed.

"You can't, or you won't?" Eyes questioned him, irritated that it was taking this long. He knew Ayumu still had confidence issues, and performing in front of anyone was a major phobia of his.

Ayumu said nothing, ashamed that he couldn't get over his childish fears. Still, as long as he felt that uncomfortable in front of people, he knew he'd be of no use to Eyes. Eyes stood, silently, seeming to understand this. Ayumu watched him walk to the door, and realized that if he let Eyes go now, he may never see the pianist again. That was something he didn't want more than he didn't want to be in front of millions of screaming fans. His heart moved his feet as he stood, "Wait." he said, stopping Eyes from leaving.

The latter turned his peircing gaze on Ayumu, "Unless you've changed your mind and gotten over whatever fears you may have had in the past 30 seconds, then I'll be on my way."

Ayumu watched as Eyes turned to leave once again, knowing that he was right. It didn't matter how much Ayumu loved Eyes or how much he wanted to be with him, the fact still remained that he would freeze up on stage. Still, it couldn't end like this, "I can work on it." he said quickly, not wanting Eyes to disappear through the now open door.

Eyes glanced to Ayumu, and saw the determination in his eyes. He knew that it would take a lot of coaxing to get the younger one confident enough to perform on stage, but he knew that, with as much initiative as Ayumu had, he might be able to do it. So, he decided to take a chance on the boy, it's not like it would have been the first time he put a little faith in him, "I'll contact you later." he said, then walked out the door, shutting it behind him.

'That's it?' Ayumu thought, 'That's all I get, 'I'll contact you later'?' He shook his head, he thought that Eyes would have been a little more supportive of him, seeing as how he was very aware of Ayumu's fears. Still, he was taking a chance by going to Ayumu, so that showed he at least had faith in him, 'He could have at least thanked me.' he thought, then smirked; that wasn't like Eyes at all. He could save the Blade Child's life, hell he HAD saved his life, and he still wouldn't get as much as a smile. It was only common sense that Eyes wouldn't show any emotion for something he had obviously expected Ayumu to agree to whole-heartedly.

Getting back in his limo, Eyes stared out the window as the vehicle took off back towards his apartment, and Kanone. It was odd, but he felt something when he was near Ayumu. The thought of going home to Kanone should have excited him, or at least filled this empty feeling he had in the pit of his stomach. Strange that he hadn't noticed that feeling when he was at Ayumu's.
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Hmm, perhaps our dear Eyes is having a change of heart? Well, obviously... Anyway, not much to say about this chapter...so I'll see ya next chappy!