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Disclaimer; I do not own Gravitation or any
anime/mange within this story
NC-17 for adult content and Yaoi
Many thanks to Deformography for her speedy beta efforts^^.
Chapter Eight: Seven Days
Mikka
woke up alone in her bed; a scenario that seemed to be occurring more and more
often. It didn’t even seem like she had a fiancé anymore. She knew Eiri was
back; he had called from the road telling her that he was coming the night
before, and, of course, stupid she had waited up all night to see if her prince
charming needed her comfort. …Of course he did not.
She
got up and walked to the window, setting her eyes on the busy city below. How
she whished to be one of those normal people who had happy relationships and
could just wander the streets without having to worry about paparazzi stalkers,
and those who simply wanted to know when she’d finally get married.
Mikka
went to her bathroom, showered and dressed, feeling quite relieved that she’d
told both her manager and personal assistant to take the day off. And although
it didn’t seem like she was going to be spending any time with Eiri as she had
planned, she could at least get some things done, or just be alone without all
of those people who always surrounded her, and be able to mind her own business
for a change. She considered calling Mika to comfort her about her loss;
hopefully her old friend needed a shoulder to cry on, unlike her cold brother.
She
made her way to the room Eiri used as a studio when he couldn’t get to his
apartment, and although he hardly spent any time there, she was hopeful that
he’d at least stayed around long enough for them to cross a few words. While on
her way to the room, she heard a loud laughter--male laughter, and got excited
to think that Eiri was actually laughing at something, though highly unlikely.
Hurrying to the source of the sound, She sighed disappointedly as she found it
was only Eiri’s younger brother Tatsuha, lying on the couch watching and
laughing like a little boy at an American episode of Friends.
“Tatsuha?”
Mikka let out, and immediately the boy got to his feet and bowed.
“Mikka-san,”
he gasped, “I… I mean, Eiri brought me to stay over, we…I mean, I got in
trouble with my mother.” The younger, black haired spitting image of Eiri
explained shyly, bowing even lower.
“Aren’t
you acting bit too easy going for someone who just lost his father?” Mikka
asked perking a brow, thinking about how lucky she was that she didn’t leave
her room wearing lingerie…or worse.
“I’m
not sad, if that’s what you mean. I’m sorry it happened the way it did, but I’m
not sad.” Tatsuha replied, getting serious.
“Do
any of you Uesugi have love for anyone other than yourselves?” Mikka snapped,
going to the studio and knocking on the door loudly. To her surprise, the door
opened and a disheveled Yuki peered from the door, cigarette hanging from his
lips.
“Oh,
you’re here,” Mikka said, the surprise evident in her voice.
“You
were knocking on my door. Who did you
expect?” Eiri shifted his gaze to Tatsuha, who was standing a few paces behind.
“Was he bothering you?” He asked dryly pointing his chin to his younger
brother.
“No,
I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
“I’m
alright.” And the door closed.
“Are
you mad because I’m here, Mikka-san?” Tatsuha asked after he saw Japan’s hottest
pop star had no intention of moving from the spot she stood, staring at the
closed door.
“No,
of course not.” She replied, barely able to keep the sadness from her voice.
She let out a heavy sigh, went back to her room, threw herself on the bed, and
cried her heart out.
+++
Seven
days passed before Seguchi Tohma was to return to Tokyo, in which time Bad Luck
did a series of radio interviews and record store appearances. They were a
bonafied hit. In every signing session, there were tens of hundreds of fanatic
screaming girls. In every interview, the main focus of the questions was about
their love lives.
Hiro
had wanted this with all his being, but for some reason, all of this attention
left an empty and bitter taste in his mouth. Maybe he was being over analytical
and a psycho, but this wasn’t what he had dreamed of. There was a bad feeling
in the bottom of his gut that would not shake, no matter how positive he tried
to see things. Every time he tried to talk to Shuichi about it, his long time friend
would get mad and start an argument making the drift that had inevitably come
between them bigger. Hiro stole a glance at the said friend, who sat back on a
chair staring intently at the ceiling, pen in hand.
“Ne,
so… what happened with Maiko last night? She said you guys were going on a
date.” Shuichi shifted his eyes from the ceiling to Hiro, with a very perverted
expression on his face.
“Nothing,
really. She’s not the Maiko I remember.” Hiro replied calmly.
“That’s
it? You’ve been in love with her since you moved next door to us, and all you
have to say is “she’s not the Maiko I remember!” Wait, are you thinking that she might be involved in
Tohma-san’s evil plot, too?” Shu laughed wholeheartedly.
“That’s
not funny man! Your sister is just as obnoxious as you, if not more. I can only
take one of you at a time!”
Alright,
alright, I was only joking!” Shu feigned hurt, “C’mon man, give me some ideas!”
Shu begged, changing the subject—Sakano-san had come up with the genius idea to
have Shuichi take two hours daily to write new songs.
“I’m
not a song writer.” Hiro replied nonchalantly, as he polished his guitar.
“Aw
man, what good are you?” The singer pouted as he blew a loose strand of hair
off his face, and reassumed his ceiling observation.
“I
don’t see what’s wrong with using the songs we already have.” Hiro added,
matter-of-factly.
“Sakano-san
doesn’t want anything that’s been heard before; Glaring Dream was the one and
only exception because I bitched so much about it.” Shu responded, hitting his
head with the pen.
“Why?
I don’t see the reason to go to such measures… unless of course they think our
material sucks?”
“I
don’t know. I’m sure Sakano-san would have told us if that were the case.”
“So,
you just do what you’re told without asking for a reason?” Hiro accused, anger
starting to take a hold of him, as it did every time they discussed this.
“Yes…so…”
Shu got annoyed as well. “So what? They know what’s best for our career, maybe
you should try and put a little trust in them too.”
“Whatever
man, I’m not a sell out.” Hiro’s voice elevated to an angry, sarcastic half
yell.
“Sell
out? Don’t make me fucking laugh! What do you know? You’re so wrapped up in
your own little conspiracy world that you can’t even see what’s going on around
you. We wanted this, we strived for it! So live it, or shut the fuck up so that
I can!” Shuichi’s face was red with rage.
“Fine, if you fucking
want to live being Seguchi’s lap dog with no voice or opinion, until he finally
gets tired of you, be my fucking guest…I’m out!” Hiro turned to leave, but the
dark gaze of the one standing at the door stopped him dead in his tracks.
Shuichi’s
eyes went wide with shock, then fear; he’d never seen Seguchi Tohma look so
dark and angry. Hiro just stood in silence, as if the man’s very gaze held him
in place.
“Shuichi-kun,”
Tohma snapped not looking at the singer, and Shu couldn’t find it in himself to
move faster. Tohma moved out of the way for Shuichi to leave, and then closed
the door, peeling his eyes off Hiro. He walked to the piano at the center of
the room and sat on the chair previously occupied by Shuichi. The former
keyboard player of Nittle Gasper closed his eyes and began playing.
The
sad song penetrated Hiro’s bones, and literally gave him chills. It made his
body sway with every change of melody, like a sunflower seeking the sunlight.
It was as if the music was telling him what Seguchi Tohma would not. The song
ended and there was an interminable silence. Hiro stood rigid and when Tohma
finally opened his eyes and set them on him, it was as if someone had dealt him
a terrible blow.
“I
have to play to release my anger, otherwise I might say something I will
regret.” Tohma’s expression was once again his serene façade.
“You
can say what you like, I’d probably deserve it.” Hiro responded, lowering his
face, unable to meet the older man’s eyes.
“Tell
me… what have I done wrong…how have I mistreated you in any way?” The calm and
toneless voice was worse than anything. Hiro kept his eyes fixed on the floor,
unable to find a straight answer to that question.
“Say
something!” Tohma Seguchi roared, slamming his palms on the piano. Hiro’s heart
jumped at the hollow noise, but he stood impassive. “If there is one thing I hate, it’s people who cannot stand by
their own words!” Tohma walked to where Hiro was standing and put both hands on
either side of Hiro’s face, holding it tightly and bringing it up to meet his
own. He looked into the longhaired man’s eyes intently, as if fighting an inner
battle that he could not lose. “How have I made you feel like a lap dog?” Their
faces were so close that their lips almost touched, the music mogul stared into
Hiro’s eyes as he fought to keep his voice and body in check. The violent
desire to cover those lips, even after uttering those cruel words, was
threatening to overpower Tohma.
Hiro
fought to keep his cool, Seguchi’s hands on either side of his face felt like
molten lava, burning him; they were so close that he could feel his hot breath…why
did he care so much what the man thought? Why couldn’t he say what he feels?
Why couldn’t he question the man’s integrity? Slowly, Hiro brought his
hands and took the man’s wrist, pulling the burning digits and lowering them--
he did not let go, however. They stood facing each other, as if waiting for the
other to falter.
“I…
I feel that things are going too fast, and that there is no reason for you to
go through such lengths for us,” Hiro began lowly, “I, I’m new at this, and I
can’t adjust to it as easily as Shuichi.” He realized that he still held
Tohma’s wrists. With a deep blush he let go and bowed low in apology. Tohma
blushed as well and gave a little whimper; he looked at his wrists as if they
were on fire, and then looked up to meet Hiro’s eyes once more.
“I
will never get tired of you.” The words were said barely above a whisper, and
then, as if catching himself added, “Of either one of you.” He skeptically
touched the side of Hiro’s face, “Don’t say those things ever again,” then
Tohma ran his fingertips delicately down Hiro’s cheek, to his chin and brought
the pained face to meet his own once more, “Don’t ever say you’ll leave again.”
The imploration and urgency in Tohma’s voice brought sensations Hiro had never
felt before. The eroticism in the man’s manner, the depth of his eyes, the
timber of his voice stroked places Hiro didn’t know existed… what was this
feeling?
Slowly,
as if painfully, Seguchi Tohma dropped his hands from Hiro and left as silently
as he came. The door opened and closed, loud steps faded away, and still, Hiro
stood in the same spot he’d been left like a lost child, his face burning, his
heart aching… and he didn’t even know why.
+++
Tohma
ran into his office, locking the door behind himself. He grabbed a throw pillow
from his overstuffed sofa and hit it with his fist over and over, then brought
it to his face and roared into it until his throat was raw. The tears streamed
down his face and he couldn’t stop them. Realization hit him like a brick wall
falling over him; it was not infatuation what he felt for Hiro… it was love.
Hiro’s
words still stabbed at him like a knife… Seguchi’s lap dog… It hurt, oh
god how it hurt.
Tohma
calmed and collected himself, replaying all those months and analyzing what he
could have done wrong. He would not be denied, could not. If necessary he would
play dirty to get what he wanted. He had tried the honest approach, he had
tried to win Hiro by doing right by him, but apparently that had not been
enough. In the meantime he’d distance himself from Hiro; at least until he could
face him and act rationally without seeming to melt in his presence. Also, Hiro
needed to be taught a lesson. Tohma got up and went to his desk; pulling his
digital organizer from the drawer, he looked for a number he hadn’t dialed in a
long time.
+++
Shuichi
came running after he saw that Tohma was well out of sight. He found Hiro just
standing there like a mannequin staring at the floor as if it held some ancient
secret it refused to yield.
“What
happened?” He asked, shaking Hiro out of his thoughts. “C’mon man, don’t do
this to me… what happened?” Shuichi’s face didn’t seem his own. Hiro brought
his dark eyes to look into the lavender inquisitive ones of the friend he
almost let down. There was real fear in them. Hiro hadn’t realized or wanted to
acknowledge how much all this meant to Shuichi… his only friend. Painfully, he
realized that thanks to his own blind selfishness, they almost lost everything
that was important.
“Nothing…don’t
worry, we didn’t get kicked out of the label.” Hiro said, watching Shuichi’s
expression take a dramatic change.
“So,
what did he say? I hope he put you in your place for being such an asshole,”
Shuichi joked to lighten the mood. Hiro didn’t find it funny at all, but had to
admire the younger man for trying so hard to stay positive. He grabbed his
forgotten guitar and put it in its case. “Are you going to tell me what
Seguchi-san said?” There was only silence on Hiro’s part. “Fine, be like that!”
Shuichi threw his hands up in the air returning to his worry free obnoxious
self.
“I
know why he’s doing so much for us.” Hiro announced tonelessly.
“Did
he tell you?”
“No…
he didn’t need to.”
“Why?”
“I have to be sure,” Hiro
replied, taking his guitar and getting ready to leave.
“Hiro,
do you like him?” The question was asked as naturally as if asking about the
weather. Hiro stopped in shock… could it be that Shuichi realized something
he, himself did not?
“Of
course not… what are you saying you idiot!?” Hiro’s face felt hot.
“Hiro,
it’s alright if you do.” Shu continued pressing his buttons.
“I
said no… I’m not gay.” The conviction in those words was simply not there.
“So
what if you were? Love does not discriminate; the heart doesn’t care whether
they’re a man or a woman.” How ironic that the usually self centered and obnoxious
knucklehead would be giving him love
advice. Hiro looked at Shuichi for a few seconds and walked away without saying
another word.
“Hiro…
the day you let go of your pride and inhibitions and admit what you really
feel… the better off you’ll be.”
“I…
I don’t like him, I think he likes me.” Hiro confessed immediately regretting
it. He hadn’t meant to reveal his suspicions to anyone, especially Shuichi… damn
his shallow pride!
Shu
looked at him for a moment, and then burst out laughing, confusing the hell out
of his longhaired friend. “Don’t be pretentious, dude!” The moment of deep
sharing was gone and Shu was once again his loud mouthed self, “If Seguchi-san,
for some miracle of nature were to be into dudes, I’m sure he’d fall for
someone like Ryuichi Sakuma or Yuki Eiri… but you? C’mon man, let’s get real!”
Hiro rolled his eyes, cracking a smile as well-- Shuichi always knew how to get
him off his dark moods. Hiro rolled his eyes again and walked to the door. Shu
came running behind. “C’mon man, it was a joke! You’re a stud like the best of
them. If I weren’t in love already, I would fall head over heels for you too”
Hiro kept on walking, more embarrassed than annoyed, “Hiro… c’mon man, don’t
go! I have to turn in a song by tomorrow… I need your help!” Shu begged half
jokingly.
“Good
luck with that.” Hiro joked back waving a hand and giving his friend a mocking
smirk.
+++
As
soon as they set foot in the studio the next day, Tohma Seguchi summoned them.
As they stood outside his office, Shuichi turned to Hiro. “It better be
something good. If I get in trouble because of your mouth, I’m kicking your ass
so hard…”
“Shut
up! Did you write the song you were supposed to?” Shuichi turned to Hiro with
watery eyes and shook his head. Shu was painfully reminded of the hell he’d
gone through the night before to produce a half decent song with no success.
Hiro gave him a wink and knocked. The door was immediately opened by a very
agitated looking Sakano-san.
“Good
morning.” Tohma Seguchi greeted gleefully as always and signaled to the chairs
for them to sit. “I have wonderful news for you both.” He smiled wider, almost
maliciously, “As of tomorrow, Bad Luck will have a new member.” Both Hiro and
Shuichi stood as one, eyes bulging open.
“What!”
Shuichi yelled first, somewhere in the background Sakano-san whimpered and
there was a gasp from Usagi who had never heard anyone talk to Seguchi-san that
way. “Bad Luck is just me and Hiro, always been always will be. We don’t need
another member to…to do what? Catch the groupie’s panties that are hurled to
the stage?” Tohma’s face remained calmed and collected; these kinds of
situations were his specialty.
“I
understand your feelings, and believe me, I thought this long and hard and
trust me when I tell you it’s for the good of the band.” Tohma began calmly.
“How
is it good, why? Aren’t we good enough!” Shuichi was yelling now, Hiro put a
hand on his shoulder to clam him down. It didn’t help that NG’s president
seemed to be very much enjoying the show.
“May
I remind you that you are under contract with my company and I get to make
these kinds of decisions on your behalf,” Shuichi’s face changed from anger to
shock… so this is the cruel world of show business? “You can rant and
scream all you like, the decision has already been made. I am merely letting
you know.” Shu let himself fall on the chair and stared ahead. Hiro
looked at Tohma with all the contempt he could muster, but the man seemed
unaffected.
“That
is all, gentlemen.” Tohma said after allowing them to absorb the news, “Try to
get along and do your best.” And the trademark smile adorned Tohma’s features,
as if he had told them something trivial instead of something that just ruined
their lives.
+++
“I’m
having a bad dream…” Shuichi sighed as he stared ahead. Hiro sat across form
him and Sakano-san just stood, not knowing what to do with himself. He had been
the first one told about this sudden decision and had known that it wouldn’t
sit too well with the two friends. And the fact that Seguchi-san failed to tell
them “who” this new band member was, meant that he, Sakano would have to take
the wrath of Bad Luck when he broke the news.
“Its
alright… we’ll just ignore the dude!” Shu stood up and announced solemnly.
“Shuichi,
I” sure that whoever this person is, has no fault whatsoever. Let’s just give
him a chance.” Hiro reasoned.
“Hiro!
If it weren’t for you and your big mouth, we wouldn’t be having this problem.
Let me deal with it as I please, alright?” Shu shot sarcastically, glaring at
his long time friend. Hiro just rolled his eyes; he couldn’t really blame
Shuichi for feeling that way.
“Fame
can seriously change a person. Where is the agreeable, way too trusty and
obnoxious, over the top kid I knew? The one who would have said “the more
the merrier” I’m not sure I’m liking you anymore.”
“Hiro,
I’m still the same, but my priorities are not. I have a goal and until I
achieve it I cannot risk anything.”
“A
goal? Do you think you are the only one with goals? Until now, I been following
yours blindly. I thought my goals and yours were the same, and I thought you
cared. But I can see that’s over with. If you don’t care about other people’s
feelings and ideals, I won’t care about you. If you’re mad because you’re not
getting your way anymore, then go cry to your mother! Grow up and act like a
pro.” Hiro’s feelings had never been as hurt. To think that his best friend was
in it only for himself was too much to take.
“Look
who’s telling me to grow up! You, the one who thinks your own shadow is out to
get you!”
“At
least I was right about that… wasn’t I?”
“It’s
your own fucking fault! If you hadn’t patronized Seguchi-san, he wouldn’t have
done this out of spite.”
“You
take that back!” Hiro yelled and hit Shuichi square in the face before he could
stop himself. Shuichi stood stupefied holding his cheek, then hit Hiro as well.
And then all hell broke lose. The two rolled on the floor around the studio
trying to get the last “good one”, screaming all the obscenities known to man.
Sakano tried to get the two apart, only to get a few punches himself.
“Take
it back,” screamed Hiro, chocking his long time friend.
“Fuck
you!” Shu spat, punching Hiro in the groin.
“Fuck
you, too!” Hiro roared.
“Double
fuck you!!”
“Eh…Excuse
me. I hate to interrupt, but I thought I’d come a day early to introduce
myself.” A small voice said hesitantly, making the two stop their cursing match
and turn to the one uttering the words… a child, fifteen…sixteen at best. “My
name is Fujisaki Suguru and I’m the new member of Bad luck,” The boy bowed low,
“I will do my best to help the band reach greatness and to honor the trust you
and Tohma-kun put in me.” Hiro let go of Shuichi and straightened his clothes,
bowing as well. Shuichi looked the other way, ignoring the agreeable boy.
“You
called Seguchi-sama “Tohma-kun”. Are you related to him somehow?” Hiro asked
and Shuichi turn his eyes sharply to them, not noticing the familiarity at all.
“Well,
yes…”
“I’m
so glad you could come, Suguru-kun. Let me show you around, and then we can
hear Bad Luck’s material to see what you can do to improve it.” Sakano cut in
before it was too late. If Hiro and Shuichi found out, that’d be the end; they
wouldn’t even give poor Suguru a chance. Shuichi stood in front of the boy to
block the way, while Hiro bowed and politely asked:
“What
is your relationship to Seguchi-sama?”
“Tohma-kun
is my cousin.” Suguru smiled and went to follow Sakano.
+++
A/N
Well my pretties, there was Suguru-kun in the horizon^^ like some of you asked
for… or about. I just had to keep it to myself there ^_~ I love him and BL
wouldn’t be the same without him. ^o^ Also did any of you noticed how I used
the same thing Hiro said to Shuichi in the anime… but in reverse?
That despicable Tohma and
his evil ways… how dare he make Hiro and Shu mad!! Acting out of spite like
that! Anyways I think he’ll get over it… and Hiro too ne?
Oh,
And that scene there with Yuki and Mikka in the beginning was there only
because of the contract agreement I have with them (have to be in every chapter
in part two^^) Seriously though. For all those of you who have asked, I will
get to the reason why Eiri hangs on to her
Next Stop: Super Drive. my
baby is coming, my baby is coming!! And he’s bringing a pink bunny with him^^
+++
Hitomi:
Well you got your answer; I would not leave Suguru-kun out of BL. ^^
Deformography:
You saved my life man… err, woman -_-
TricksterGoddess:
Thank you, I thought about that too, since Eiri doesn’t give a fuck, but then I
thought, I’ll think of a better way to bring Mika into the light *mischivious
grin*
Clarichan:
I might not, who knows nothing is set in stone yet^^
Dana: I
love him too!! Don’t fret, it will happen soon enough, just have a little
patience^^
Ladygizarme:
Well, there’s your answer^^ I’m not planning on too much drama between Maiko
and Hiro, but who knows. I want to leave all the angst and juicy drama for the
guys^^ And we all know a certain pink
haired drama queen will need all the angst he can get!!
Haruna:
Well, I told you all I had to say about your review in the email I sent you^^ I
hope this chappy was not too boring for you… I try my best I really do I swear
it!!!
See you all next Sunday^^
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