Hiro Breaks It Down!

Gravitation—Hiro Breaks It Down!

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Edited Revision:

Reformatted for easier reading

Took away all those really long author’s notes (sorry, I was excited, young and foolish back then…May…)

Fixed typos, etc.

Hopefully I caught everything—enjoy! –A

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Summary —Tired of being the nice guy, the shoulder Shuichi cries on and the unrequited love, Hiro devises a plan that lets him make a last, very dramatic stand in front of Yuki, Shuichi, God and a lobby full of shocked people. This sets off a series of events that changes everyone’s lives in humorous and unexpected ways. Helping out are Fujisaki, Ryuichi, Tatsuha and K.

Disclaimer : I don’t own Gravitation or any of the characters thereof. I make no money from this fanfic and this disclaimer applies to all future chapters of this story.

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Chapter One--The Man with the Plan

This feeling had been building in Hiro for the last two months. In two months, Shuichi had either called him or come to his flat crying a total of nine times causing him to spend marathon all night sessions with him on the phone or in person talking about how mean Yuki was being to him. This was past the point of being ridiculous.

It was at some point during the last session, however, that Hiro realized that his feelings for Shuichi had not diminished. If anything, they’d been strengthened by all the time he’d spent comforting his friend, telling him that it’d be ok and that Yuki’d come to his senses, knowing damn well that everything wouldn’t be ok and that Yuki had to actually have some senses before he’d be able to come to them.

He loved Shuichi, bottom line. He was tired of seeing his love tormented so. He was tired of being tormented himself. He was a nice guy. He’d stepped aside in order to see Shuichi happy, but that wasn’t happening, was it? Shuichi’s roller coaster relationship with Yuki was affecting everyone and everything, including his work at the studio. What was his self sacrifice for then? He was unrequited, he was losing sleep, his boy wasn’t happy and he wasn’t getting any—no really, his balls had turned Smurf blue. The whole thing was really starting to piss Hiro off and frankly, something had to give. And so it was during this little epiphany that Hiro found himself wondering what to do about it all when K walked into the otherwise empty break room at the studio.

“Bullet for your thoughts?”

Hiro hesitated. It wasn’t that he didn’t like K, it’s just that his advice always ended up including some kind of firearm philosophy. Today’d be no different.

“Another night comforting Shindou, huh?”

Hiro blushed, alarmed that he was so easily read.

“You’ve got grocery bags under your eyes, I could hear the sound of your heart breaking all the way down the hall and your dick is twitching. What else could it be?”

K sat down opposite Hiro at the break table and began polishing his holstered “9” with cheesecloth.

Hiro immediately crossed his legs and wondered how the hell K knew the state of his dick while it was conveniently out of sight under the table. He said nothing, however.

K smiled. “You know, Hiro—(here it is, thought Hiro) “When you’ve got love squared up in your sights, the only thing left to do is shoot. Otherwise the target will move and end up in somebody else’s sights. When that happens, all you’re left with is a loaded gun and trust me…” he leaned in and whispered conspiratorially. “That’s not good for anybody.” He went back to polishing.

“So what should I do?” Hiro asked in spite of himself.

“Tell him how you feel. I initially thought Yuki would be good for Shu-chan too, but after all the fights and the moping and the drama, I say move in for the kill. The mark is already wounded, it’s up to you to reconnoiter. Move in on your prey and nurse it back to health. Social engineer your way into his heart and then bam! Kick it up a notch and pull the trigger at point blank range. He won’t stand a chance!” K smiled, obviously pleased with himself and his “fatherly” advice. “Failing that you could always just take Yuki out. Listen, I just got this matched set of Desert Eagles with solid gold inlays on the handles—whoo they’re purty! You’ve seen the movie “Face Off?” You could use those to …” K looked up. The break room was suddenly empty and he found himself talking to the air. The door was just closing. “You don’t have to use the Eagles! I’ve got silencer equipped sniper rifles too!” he called after him.

Hiro walked away quickly, not looking back. K was right though, in a freaky…postal…American sort of way. He’d blown it with Shuichi. He should’ve told him how he felt about him a long time ago when it was just the two of them and now it was probably too late, but he knew he had to try. With Yuki in the picture though, his work was cut out for him. Rich, mega fine and sexy as all get out (even if he was a right bastard), Yuki’s presence meant Hiro would have to think of something solid, definitive and downright dramatic to get his point across. No, a simple “I love you, Shu” wasn’t going to cut it—not with the stranglehold Yuki had over his friend.

Hiro had been unconsciously walking down the halls of NG deep in his thoughts with no particular destination. He found himself, however, outside the office of one of the sound engineering booths where loud music was coming out of the cracked open door. It was a love song, loud and longing, filled with passion and downright pleading. The lead vocal, an American male with a sweet sultry voice, was trilling to dizzying heights. The vocal was accompanied by the high pitched wail of an electric guitar, a seductive piano and synth track and perfectly harmonized jazzy backup vocals. Hiro listened to the words for a moment. He thought about what they were saying. He smiled. The plan was forming. He opened the door further and stepped inside.

The plan that came together was deceptively simple. Hiro booked a standing reservation at a secluded inn where he could call in a few hours ahead of time and have the room readied—a request that this inn apparently specialized in as the reservationist didn’t hesitate a step when he asked for this particular arrangement. Interesting. Hiro was also able to book a standing reservation for a car to take he and Shu there. He knew he’d have to be on standby and ready to go at a moment’s notice, because it wasn’t a matter of “if” Shu and Yuki had another fight, it was a matter of “when” and things had to be ready to snap, crackle and pop when that happened.

Hiro could see it now: when Shu called after the next fight, Hiro, being his usual nice guy self, would come to Shu’s aid and be his shoulder to cry on. But instead of taking his Jpop love back to his flat, he was going to whisk him off to the inn, dip him in the hot springs and show him how much more than a shoulder to cry on Hiro could be. Over the long weekend, he would console and woo and otherwise comfort, cuddle and kiss Shu into his own embrace. Yes, by the end of the weekend, Shu would give in to the Hiro-Side and all would be right with the universe.

It was perfect…except for one thing. That goddamned Yuki! Yuki wouldn’t roll over so easily. He was possessive to a fault and arrogant enough to actually come to the inn and bodily remove Shu, handcuffs and all. To make matters worse, lately after a fight, Yuki had taken to racing down to the condo lobby and pleading with Shu to go back upstairs with him so they could “work it all out” when Hiro knew damn well, the only thing getting a work out was Yuki’s dick. Shu would always go back with him with that sad, overwhelmed look on his face, filled with longing and hope that maybe this would be the time that it would all work out and Hiro would be left standing there—alone again, watching his prince go. Yes, Yuki was a wrench in the program that was going to have to be dealt with before this plan could work. He needed a back up plan in case that happened and for that, he’d need help.

K was the easiest to talk into it. In fact, he hadn’t had to ask at all. He’d just opened his mouth to ask and K had responded “Hell yes, I’m in.” He’d grinned a Grinch grin showing every tooth in his head, causing Hiro to mumble his thanks and back out of the room. “How in the hell…” never mind. Hiro cut the question off at the knees. He was certain he was better off not knowing.

Next he approached Fujisaki. Fujisaki, like much of the rest of the Bad Luck production team was beyond frustrated with the toll Shu’s rocky relationship was taking on the band. He asked but one question—

“Will it make him come back to practice and spend regular time in the studio?”

“Fujisaki-san, if all goes according to plan, he’ll never want to leave.” Hiro replied, hoping to Goddess he was right.

“I’m in.”

Ryuichi was next. Hiro found him scolding Kumagoro for some infraction in one of the recording studios while he was waiting for the rest of Grasper to show up. His face lit up at the prospect of helping his friend and getting to sing at the same time.

“Can Kumagoro come?”

“He sure can. He can even ride shotgun in the car on the way over.”

“Cool!” Ryuichi turned back to his pink friend. “Hear that? We get to sing for Shu-chan! Let’s make up.” He pulled the bunny closer and did something that caused Hiro to run like hell from the room. They obviously needed some alone time together. Hiro was more than happy to give it to them.

Tatsuha only hesitated long enough to hear that Ryuichi was going to be there, then responded with a loud “Fuck Eiri, I’m in.” Then he added “Listen, Hiro, you think you can get Ryu to wear those lace pants of his with the cut outs on the side? You know, the ones that ride up real tight on his—”

Hiro cut him off. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Tatsuha nodded. “Good. If I’m about to wreck my brother’s relationship for you, I might as well get something out of the deal too.”

Hiro couldn’t argue with logic like that.

Yes, the plan was coming together nicely. All that remained was to work out the details, do the dry run and go over the music. Getting the troops together to work strategy wasn’t a problem either, since Shu was “sick at home” yet again. Hiro gathered his men in a conference room then laid out the game plan on a white board.

“Ok, Tatsuha,” Hiro was saying, “you’ll be running interference from point A, here, all the way down to the lobby and the staging area, point B, here, indicated by the X, where Ryuichi and Fujisaki-san will be finishing set up with the pre-placed materials. You should buy them the time they need to finish preparations.” Tatsuha nodded, smiling. K was actually taking notes. There came a knock on the door. Hiro crossed the room to answer it, leaving the men to discuss potential interference strategies. K’s involved duct tape and chloroform. Curiously, Fujisaki was agreeing with him.

Hiro opened the door. It was Tohma Seguchi. “A word, Hiro?” he asked in that soft, fey voice of his.

Hiro stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind him. A knot formed in the pit of his stomach. Seguchi didn’t personally show unless it was important. Was this going to be an unforeseen roadblock?

“I understand you’re planning a little…operation?” His girly eyes widened with a knowing look.

Am I a walking book that everyone and his brother can read, Hiro asked himself, or is this place just bugged? No point in denying it now.

“Yes.” he confirmed cautiously.

“What do you think your chance of success is?” Tohma asked.

Where was this going? “If all goes according to plan, and there’re no unforeseen hitches (this he directed pointedly at Tohma) very good. Even if it fails, it’ll hopefully plant seeds of doubt that can be exploited at a later date.” This last he quoted straight from K who was nothing if not a forward thinker.

“How very…interesting.” Seguchi thoughtfully stroked his full lips with a lace gloved hand. “And do you have everything you need?”

Hiro arched a brow. Was he offering help? “Well, we could use a van to get the equipment over to the condo. And of course, I need to borrow Ryuichi.”

“Done and done. Let me know how it goes.” He handed Hiro a set keys to a company cargo van that were conveniently already in his pocket. “I’ll get a couple of roadies to accompany you to the equipment room. Take what you need, just bring it back.” He started to walk away, then turned and handed Hiro something.

“Don’t forget this. You want number ten.” he smiled his girly smile and minced away quietly down the hall back to his office.

Hiro looked down. He was holding a brand new Mint Condition cd. He turned it over to look at the title of track ten. It was called “So Fine.” So fine, indeed.

They spent the rest of the day going over the song and everyone agreed that it was perfect. Fujisaki went to work on adapting an arrangement that would work for the situation and Hiro fiddled with the guitar accompaniment. They debuted it in an impromptu rehearsal session with Ryuichi singing backup and second lead and the gang was rewarded with a very loud make out session between Tatsuha and Ryuichi during the middle and again at the end of the rehearsal. Whether their public lust had anything to do with the actual song was up to individual interpretation, but after hearing Ryuichi repeatedly hit long, loud high notes (before, during and after the make out sessions), they could do nothing but conclude the obvious. The song was pure sexual gold. Sexual Chocolate!

The rest of the planning came together quickly with crisp military efficiency. The group worked out communications, logistics and points of entry and egress. True to his word, Seguchi sent a couple of roadies with the group to the equipment room to load the supplies into the waiting cargo van and drive it over to Yuki’s building. The dry run went off without a hitch, though they’d had to wait until both Shuichi and Yuki were out of the building, for fear of being seen. Then after working out the last few minor details, they left the equipment in a small storage room off the lobby with the building management’s permission (courtesy of K-style persuasion) under the guise of being a potential location for a music video.

Tatsuha went over the equipment list one more time as they packed it into the room.

“Keyboards?”

“Check.” said Fujisaki.

“Wireless speakers and microphone head gear sets?”

“Check.”

“Radios and earpieces?”

“Check.”

“Drum machine?”

“Check.”


“Portable fog machine?”

“Check.”

“Hiro’s axe?”

“Check.”

“Duct tape and chloroform?” K added.

Tatsuha re-read his clipboard. “That’s not on the list.”

“Check.” K responded to himself.

“Oook.” Hiro stepped in and steered the gang away from K to put some space between them and the man. “Looks like Operation Woo Shu Breakdown is a go. I just wanted to thank you all for helping me out here. It…it really means a lot to me and even if this doesn’t work, I…I appreciate all of you. I’m in this mess because I didn’t tell Shuichi from the get-go how I felt about him. I don’t want to neglect you, my friends, the same way.” Hiro looked down at his feet. It had to work. It just had to.

K spoke. “Hiro, I think I speak for all of us by saying we think you’re a good guy and Shuichi deserves to know what a good guy you are. If this doesn’t work, we’ll all be here for you….(Lord knows I will, he added under his breath, no point in letting the inn reservation go to waste.)

Ryu, who was standing next to K, heard this and opened his mouth to say something. K slapped him on the back of the head.

“I’d also like to say,” he continued, patting his gun ominously “that I’m proud to be working with you, son. This operation, the depth, the preparation, working with good men, well, it just brings a tear to my eye. I’m proud to be working with you all.” He then, quite abruptly, left the group, mumbling something about checking the equipment again.

The group was stunned. Had they just seen the man tear up? It was a scary prospect. They filed out silently to the van waiting to take them back to NG.

As they pulled away, Hiro looked back at the building he knew he’d be seeing again real soon.

Hang in there, Shu, he thought to himself. Your Hero’s coming for you.

End Chapter 1.

Author’s Note:

The set up and planning is done. What do you think Hiro has in store for poor unsuspecting Shuichi? Find out in Chapter 2, Red Rover and Pink Kitten when the plan gets sprung into action after Shu and Yuki have a particularly nasty fight…about underwear of all things…Be on the look out for Ryuichi’s spanking ass lace pants and the devastating effect they have on Tatsuha and the public in general.

BTW—I made some assumptions with this chapter—like the fact that our gang speak and understand English enough to follow a Mint Condition song.