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Ghost Monk	By : Zemia Category: Gravitation > General Views: 3673 -:- Recommendations : 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.

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About the same time that Shuichi arrived at Uesugi Shrine, Tohma was standing in front of Eiri’s door with a gift box in his hands. Fumbling for the spare set of Eiri’s keys, which he always managed to get his hands on, he finally unlocked his wayward novelist’s door and stepped inside. He was smiling that shit-eating grin he always had when he thought he was going to manage to surprise his brother-in-law. However, this time he only had about fifteen minutes or so before Mika showed up, so he had to make the alone-time he had with Eiri really count.


“Oooooh Eiri!!!” he chirped, pausing to listen for any tapping of keys, or any other sign of habitation. When the silence greeted him, the president of N-G’s brow crinkled into a cute little frown. Stepping into the kitchen area, he put the cake box down on the counter and glanced around, murmuring, “No typing, no obnoxious whining from that little bastard who stole my Eiri …er.. um.. my best-selling vocalist, right, right…”


Within quick order, he’d trekked through the entirety of the house, finally realizing that neither Eiri, nor Shuichi were home And he’d spent nearly five precious minutes of his alone-time to figure it out. That bastard! I plan a special day for him for his birthday and he’s not even home!!!


Quickly sliding into petulance, Tohma pulled the bottle of champagne from his pocket and set it down on the counter next to the cake, then peeked into Eiri’s fridge, where he paused, thoroughly confused. It was full of birthday supplies, which meant that Shuichi must’ve been home at some point. By the way the supplies were shoved in, it appeared that the vocalist had been in a hurry. Which meant…… Eiri hadn’t been home for Shuichi either. The damned novelist had at least four hours head-start!


Pulling his phone out, he scrolled down his saved phone numbers which, thankfully, weren’t many, until he found his wife’s number. The name Mika-san flashed on his screen and he pushed the dial button.

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Ten minutes later, Mika had joined her husband in the novelist’s empty living room, her arms crossed and a steely look in her eyes. “The last time Eiri disappeared….”


“L-let’s not jump to conclusions, maybe we should check the park. He has a deadline soon, after all.” Tohma replied, holding his hands up in a placating gesture, giving her that gently polite smile. It didn’t fool her, but at least she accepted it. “Maybe he went to the Shrine. Granted, it’s a very unlikely event…”


“Hell would’ve frozen over first. Or dad had to die. Wait…” Mika paused at that thought then pulled her own cell phone out, dialing the number to the Shrine. She was only mildly worried as to whether or not her brother had taken initiative and gone to kill the bastard himself. One never took chances or second-guessed the first-born son of anything.


It took four rings to gain Tatsuha’s attention away from the Nittle Grasper video, as well as Shuichi prodding him that the phone was ringing. Laughing, he rubbed the back of his hair, “Oh, right. I should answer that.” Checking the caller ID, Tatsuha held a finger to his lips, muttering, ‘Mika’ before he answered the phone, “Yo. Uesugi Shrine. Your grief is our pleasure…”


Shuichi’s color drained immediately, and he kept as still as he possibly could. Tatsuha made a shooing motion, meaning he should beat it before he inadvertently made some noise to give him away. Poor Tatsuha, Shuichi thought as he nodded, sneaking out of the room and listening to the screaming from the phone behind him. “What the fuck kind of greeting is that, you little shithead!?” Mika immediately began yelling at her youngest sibling. “Do it properly!”


“Calm down Onesan, I knew it was you. You put in this caller ID, remember? What do you want?” Tatsuha asked, wiggling a finger in his other ear out of boredom.
Mika, however, was far from amused at Tatsuha’s half-assed attempts at humor. As usual, she was brunt, and to the point. “Where’s Eiri!?”


“Fuck if I know. I’m not his keeper, Onesan, I thought that was your job.” Tatsuha countered, buying his brother some time, as he thought about hanging up on her.


“Cut the shit, Tatsuha, is he, or is he not, there?” Mika growled, ignoring Tohma, who was doing some weird drama shit with himself. Probably dreaming of his lost alone-time with his precious Eiri. “You’ve got two seconds to tell me yes or no.”


Tatsuha, though, was in no mood to placate Mika’s PMS-bitch mode she had going. When it came to Eiri, she was more protective than a pitbull. Something she never was with him. He could disappear for days and she wouldn’t even send a S.W.A.T. team. “Well, you’ll just have to come here and find out. Now if you’ll excuse me, I was watching something and I’d like to get back to it.”


“Kami, not another Nittle Grasper video.” Mika asked, sighing with exasperation. Though, honestly, if he was watching those all the time, then he couldn’t get into as much trouble as if he’d had nothing at all to occupy his time.


“As a matter of fact, yes it is. So I’ll see you later, Onesan. I’ll tell pops you’re coming. Ja.” Tatsuha then hung up on her, a habit he’d acquired from hanging around Eiri too long.


That point was not lost on Mika, who pressed her lips together and shoved the phone back into her bag. Tohma raised his eyebrows and gathered the supplies, already starting for the car so they could trek to the Shrine. “It doesn’t happen to be the one where the three of us are practically naked, is it?”


“Probably. Though, trust me, his eyes aren’t on you.” Mika managed to chuckle, following her husband out the door, making sure it was locked behind them.


“Kami help us, I hope not.” Tohma thought over that suggestion for a moment before shuddering. “I should’ve thought of a restraining order a long time ago.” Placing the gifts in the back seat, the Grasper’s keyboardist went to climb into the driver’s side, when he was yanked back by Mika whose eyes had turned as cold as her brother’s.


“I’m driving. If you drove, we’d never get there.” Without another word, she climbed into the driver’s seat with every intention of leaving him behind if he wasn’t in the car in the next minute.


Trotting around to the other side, Tohma seated himself and made sure his seat belt was properly fastened. Giving her husband a thoroughly irate glare, Mika tore off down the road, swerving around cars until she hit the highway that would lead them to her ancestral home. Taking a deep, calming breath, all Tohma ventured to say about her reckless driving was, “On the other hand, we may not need to bother with the restraining order.”

TBC

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