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Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or any related characters/names/places/studios/etc., nor do I own the song It Ends Tonight by the All-American Rejects, because believe me when I say that, if I did, I would not be submitting my meager works online.

Chapter 6: For Love or Money

Hiroshi Nakano twined his long red hair into a knot atop his head, carefully placing a baseball cap on top of it. He put on a pair of dark sunglasses, and pulled on a high-collared jacket, even though it was quite warm outside. This was business, and there was no need to be recognized and interrupted. He opened the door to his spare bedroom, and wrinkled his nose as a foul odor floated out. It had been at least four days since Shuichi had showered properly, maybe more. But at least he was sleeping regularly, now. Hiro could see him, face down and spread-eagle on the bed, breathing deeply and evenly. Shaking his head a little, the guitarist shut the door again. Hopefully, after today, Shuichi would be back to his normal, bouncy, relatively clean self. Offering a quick prayer to whatever deity would listen, Hiro slipped out the door of his apartment, locking it behind him.

This has to work, he told himself, over and over, carefully steering his motorcycle through downtown. He had called Yuki-san the night before, and then had called again after being hung up on. After much fast-talking and cajoling, he had convinced the author to meet him at a small bar, where both of them stood the least chance of being recognized. He pulled up outside the bar and switched off his bike, letting down the kickstand. He swung his leg off the side and pulled his collar up farther, adjusting his hat to hide the loose strands of hair. Hiro looked around for Yuki�s car before going into the building, in case he was here early. No such luck. Pulling his sunglasses off, Hiro pushed open the door to the bar and walked inside, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the dimness. Once his vision cleared, he was surprised to see a familiar blonde head sitting at the bar, draining the last drops out of a tall glass. Hiro swallowed hard and walked up to the man at the bar.

�Yuki-san?�

The blonde turned, his cold eyes eyeing Hiro with contempt.

�Nakano.� Yuki turned back to his empty glass and motioned to the bar tender for another. Hiro fiddled with his riding gloves nervously.

�Why don�t we move to a booth, so it�s a little more priv-�

�This isn�t a date, Nakano. The bar�s fine. Hurry up and make your speech, I�ve been here for twenty minutes, and I�m not going to wait much longer.�

Hiro hastily took a seat on the stool next to Yuki, waving off the bartender, who returned to wiping glasses grumbling something about people who don�t order anything.

�Shuichi needs you.� On the ride to this meeting, Hiro had decided that it was best to be direct and get straight to the point, since Yuki had been reluctant to meet with him in the first place, and probably wasn�t likely to stick around very long.

Yuki accepted his second drink, sipping from it boredly. �Is that all you came here to tell me?�

�He needs you,� repeated Hiro stubbornly. �Just like you need him.�

Yuki finally looked up at him, narrowing his eyes. �And just how would you know?�

Hiro smirked. �Please, Yuki-san. I saw you when you came to my apartment that night � you looked a wreck. Not at all your usual, composed self. And the look on your face when you saw Shuichi and I ��

�I�m leaving,� the blonde man stood, pulling some money out of his pocket and slamming it on the counter. �I�m not listening to this shit.� As he made to leave, Hiro grabbed his arm.

�No! Yuki-san�I�m sorry, don�t leave, please. This is important. Please. Just�hear me out.�

Yanking his arm out of Hiro�s grasp, Yuki looked at his watch. �You have three minutes to make your point, before I go outside and throw that pretty motorcycle of yours into the middle of the street.�

Hiro spoke fast, hardly hearing himself as he spit out the words that he�d been practicing for two days.

�Shuichi needs you. He�s a wreck without you. He hasn�t eaten, he�s barely slept, he hasn�t bathed, he hasn�t even left his room since that night! And what you saw�don�t blame Shuichi. Don�t�don�t take what you feel out on him. It wasn�t his fault�� Hiro looked down, speaking quietly, �It was mine. I�I forced him into it�h-he�he didn�t want me to, but�.b-but I did anyway�� he looked up at the face of the tall man standing in front of him. �He wanted you. He wants you�And he always will. Shuichi�he loves you, Yuki-san. And I know that you love him, too, even if you don�t want to admit it. That�s why you came to my apartment that night, and that�s why you�re so upset over this entire mess.�

�I don�t c-� began Yuki, but Hiro cut him off.

�You do care! If you didn�t care, you wouldn�t have gone all the way across town to find him. You wouldn�t have run away when you thought that he�d been with someone else. And you certainly wouldn�t have come all the way here to meet with me in this shitty bar if you didn�t care. I know that the whole cold demeanor thing is your angle, and that�s great and all, but it�s not working, Yuki-san. I can see right through you.�

��He hit me.�

Hiro blinked several times, staring. Was Yuki�the great Eiri Yuki�the cold-hearted, hotheaded, indifferent author�pouting? It was very difficult to not laugh.

�He was trying to make you listen to him. If you had done that in the first place, none of this would have happened at all. All he wants from you is a little attention�and to know that he�s more important to you than your books.�

�Well if he doesn�t know that then he�s an idiot,� mumbled the blonde, but there was affection in his voice that Hiro didn�t miss.

�We all know that Shuichi�s an idiot, Yuki-san,� said Hiro. �But we feel the need to constantly remind him of that. It�s like�It�s like your books.� Yuki raised an eyebrow at him. �No, seriously. You know that your books are best sellers, but you still like to be told how wonderful they are, and how amazing you are, don�t you? Well, Shuichi knows that somewhere, deep down, you really do love him, but he�d like to hear it once in a while, you know? Tell him that you love him, or at least listen to him when he talks to you.�

Yuki looked at him for a long moment. �Why are you telling me this?� he sounded utterly confused, like a man who�d just been told that pigs could, indeed, fly. �Why are you helping me? You don�t like me,� Hiro shrugged. �And you�re in love with him too. Why not just�keep him for yourself? You obviously know what he wants�what he needs�Why help me?�

Hiro looked up at the older man, smiling sadly. �Because,� he said. �He�s in love with you.�

XxX

The nerve of that brat�first he�s got the balls to call me up and demand that I meet with him�then he shows up�late�and then he spends a half hour telling me what to do with my own life�

Eiri Yuki loosened his grip on the steering wheel of his Mercedes.

And damn it all if he wasn�t right about everything.

When he had first gotten the call from Nakano, he had been furious, and had hung up on him. But the kid had called back, for which Yuki had had to � grudgingly � give him credit. He�d listened somewhat less than patiently as he�d been told how it was all just a big mistake, and how, if he would just meet with the guitarist, everything could be sorted out. After listening to all the begging he could take before throwing his telephone at the wall, Yuki had ungraciously agreed to meet with Hiroshi at some hole in the wall bar the next day.

He had fully been expecting some reel on how it hadn�t meant anything, about how it had only happened once, he swore, and it would never happen again, and how Shuichi would have called, but was afraid that Yuki would be mad about being hit. Instead, he had gotten an apology. A sincere, albeit broken, apology, and advice to go along with it. And the punk had known just how to get to him, too. Talking about Shuichi just lying in bed, not eating or sleeping�it had made him feel guilty � a feeling that Eiri Yuki absolutely detested.

Nakano�s plan was ridiculous. There was no way that it would work on any normal, self-respecting human being. When Yuki had pointed this out, however, Hiro had countered him with the fact that Shuichi wasn�t exactly normal, something that, obviously, could not be disputed. In the end, after two more drinks and a lot on cajoling on the part of Hiroshi, Yuki had agreed to go along with the plan and attempt to draw Shuichi out of his room and back into a relationship.

He could only hope that it would work.

A/N:All right kids! You all know the drill - read, review, and you get more sexy many goodness in the next chapter!...well ok, its technically TWO chapters away, but what with my pattern of two-chapter posting....c'mon, you know you waaaaaaaaaaaant it! :D
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