Gravitation is the property of Maki Murakami. For once, I have been able to stray from POV fanfics. This is from a lot of people's perspectives. It's AU to the storyline, though.
Too Far to Reach
Why does there have to be so much damn noise?
Of course, this single thought was harbored in the mind of a dejected, but very popular writer.
Yuki Eiri let out an exasperated sigh as he slid his sunglasses on. It was too hot and too loud in the busy Tokyo streets. He had just come from a meeting with his editor for his new romance book. He thought it to be a piece of crap, but she was floored.
It just goes to show how stupid people are, he thought. He pulled his car keys out of his pocket. You throw a piece of shit to them and they think it's gold if you're popular enough.
He shook his head and he climbed into his car. Not that he was in any hurry to get home, but he wanted some peace and quiet.
Then again, if he went home, he wouldn't get peace and quiet. This was all due to a certain pink-haired singer who was housed with him, and also happened to be his lover. Shindou Shuichi, the lead singer of the ever-so-popular band, Bad Luck.
Unfortunately, he was the most annoying person in the world. Much like Yuki had been when he had been younger.
He started the engine and started driving. Shuichi was probably going to be annoying for the rest of his life. It didn't really bother Yuki anymore. Sure, the annoyance got to him in the beginning. But, overtime, he had become accustomed to his lover's stupidity. Every now and then he would let down his cold demeanor and actually treat Shuichi like he cared about him.
He came to a red light and lit a cigarette. Did he care about the singer? Not really. That didn't mean he didn't give two-shits about him. He DID care, a little. But he wasn't about to let that be known to Shuichi anytime soon.
Not like it matters, he thought. It's so easy for him to flaunt his feelings for me. I'm sure he understands that if it didn't care I would've kicked his scrawny ass to the curb. Well, he might think I don't care at all, but that doesn't bother me.
However, deep down Yuki knew it did bother him. The gentle side of him which he kept locked away knew that though his feelings for Shuichi weren't as strong as how Shuichi felt for him, he knew he still felt strongly. But his cold arrogance refused to let him voice such and express such. Of course this same cold arrogance prevented him from feeling regret a lot of the time.
Yuki growled in frustration and turned on his radio, and turned the volume up high. He needed a distraction. Anything to keep him from his thoughts.
Unbeknownst to Yuki, a parked car had been waiting for him to pass by. When he did, the driver started the engine and slowly followed.
***
Meanwhile at NG Studios...
"Again?!?!" shrieked Fujisaki Suguru, Bad Luck's keyboardist. "What the hell do you mean you have writer's block again?!"
Shuichi groaned, as he lay sprawled on his desk. Crumbled pieces of paper lay strewn on the floor.
"If we don't get the new single done, we'll have to delay the release!!" wailed Sakano. Bad Luck's producer started hyperventilating. "And if we delay the release Sachou will get upset!! And if Sachou gets upset terrible things will happen!!" he started running around in circles, screaming like his life was in danger.
Nakano Hiroshi, Bad Luck's guitarist, rubbed his head. "I don't think it's that bad-"
"Enough games!!" yelled K, Bad Luck's very crazy American manager. He pulled out a loaded M16 and jabbed it into the back of Shuichi's head. "Write a song now or I'll kill you!!"
Shuichi was barely fazed by the threat, and grumbled softly.
Hiro stared down at him. "Is something wrong?"
Shuichi groaned again. "I'm just burned out."
"HOW CAN YOU BE BURNED OUT?!" snapped Suguru. "OUR LAST CD WAS RELEASED SIX MONTHS AGO!!!!!"
K prodded the back of Shuichi's head with the M16. "Get your ass in gear!!"
Hiro rubbed his head again. Both Suguru and K were yelling at a depleted Shuichi while Sakano was running around like a moron. "Maybe we need to talk to Yuki?"
At the mentioning of the cold-hearted writer's name, Shuichi sprung to his feet. "NO!!! I'm fine, so we don't need to talk to Yuki!!"
"Is he being an asshole again?!" demanded K, suddenly switching gears. His M16 was then magically gone and replaced by a much bigger gun. "Looks like I have to 'negotiate' with him!!"
"No no no no!! Everything's fine!! Aren't I allowed to have writer's block naturally?!"
Sakano stopped freaking out. "You mean you actually have writer's block this time?"
"Of course!! Would I lie?!"
Hiro slammed his elbow onto the top of Shuichi's head. "Yes, you would."
"OW!!!!!!!"
***
Yuki's cell phone rang as he pulled into his parking lot.
He sighed heavily, and then pulled it out of his pocket. "Yeah?" He expected it to be Shuichi.
"It's me, Eiri-san," came the soft yet cheerful voice on the other line. It was none other than Seguchi Tohma, his brother-in-law and Shuichi's boss. "I was just thinking about giving you a call."
Yuki sighed again. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Did Mika put you up to it?"
"Actually, no. Can't I worry about my brother-in-law?"
"Do what you want. Don't go babying me, though. I AM an adult, but you two seem to forget that."
Tohma laughed. "We both worry. Which reminds me, how is Shindou-san?"
Not this again, thought Yuki. "I don't know. Why don't you ask him yourself?"
There was a long pause. "Eiri-san, I'm not trying to run your life but-"
"Bye," said Yuki, closing his cell phone. He didn't need to hear that damn lecture about his relationship with Shuichi. No one else but him decided his affairs. Not his brother-in-law, and not his sister.
He held onto his cell phone as he opened the car door. It was still midday, but he wanted to just get up into his apartment.
I want as much peace as I can get before Shuichi gets home, he thought. He climbed out of his car. I don't think I can-
He never finished his thought. Yuki had no warning. All he was aware of was a loud swoosh before a loud thud of a hard object coming in contact with his head. He plunged to the ground, his cell phone slipping out of his hand.
"Looks like I have your attention now, don't I Eiri?" came a woman's voice above him. He was slipping unconscious, but he felt oddly calm. His vision was starting to become hazy.
His cell phone decided to ring.
Yuki absently reached for it, trying very hard to ignore the blinding pain in his head. But another hand came down and picked it up.
"Can't have you calling for help so soon." She threw the cell phone to the ground with all her strength. It shattered on the ground.
Yuki felt unconsciousness claim his as he heard that cold voice above him. "Let's get you going..."
***
K clicked the cell phone off. "Dammit, he's not answering..."
Shuichi sat down on the floor. A strange feeling coursed through him, making him feel nervous. "Maybe I should go home early?"
"You can't go home!!" shrieked Sakano. "You have to write the new single!!"
"We aren't letting you go until you do!!" put in Suguru.
Shuichi rubbed his arms. "I have a bad feeling..."
Hiro sat down beside him. "A bad feeling?"
"Yeah...something might be wrong with Yuki."
Hiro glanced at the frustrated people around them. "You shouldn't worry. I'm sure he'll be fine."
Shuichi nodded a little, but the feeling wouldn't go away.
Why do I feel like this? he wondered. I always worry about Yuki, but this feels different. It's like I know something bad will happen. Then again, I can't get out of here too easily. Let's hope this feeling is wrong.
***
"Wakey, wakey."
Yuki was slightly awake, but he became more aware when a pot of freezing water was dumped on him. He blinked slightly, his eyes stinging from the water and the lighted room.
His eyes snapped open. This was his apartment!!
"It wasn't easy getting you up here," said the woman's voice. "But I've been coming here a lot practicing."
He was lying on the floor, his hands tied behind his back. He was facing the couch when a pair of slender legs in high heels came into his vision. The woman sat on the couch and he was able to see her.
Her hair was black and stringy, and her eyes were light brown. Despite having a perfect figure her face was flat and her mouth was still wide.
"Now you see, Eiri?" she asked him.
He stared at her for a long while before a simple question escaped his lips.
"Who are you?"
How was this? Yes, it was both short and rushed but it will get better. Be sure to drop in a review and tell me what you think.
Too Far to Reach
Why does there have to be so much damn noise?
Of course, this single thought was harbored in the mind of a dejected, but very popular writer.
Yuki Eiri let out an exasperated sigh as he slid his sunglasses on. It was too hot and too loud in the busy Tokyo streets. He had just come from a meeting with his editor for his new romance book. He thought it to be a piece of crap, but she was floored.
It just goes to show how stupid people are, he thought. He pulled his car keys out of his pocket. You throw a piece of shit to them and they think it's gold if you're popular enough.
He shook his head and he climbed into his car. Not that he was in any hurry to get home, but he wanted some peace and quiet.
Then again, if he went home, he wouldn't get peace and quiet. This was all due to a certain pink-haired singer who was housed with him, and also happened to be his lover. Shindou Shuichi, the lead singer of the ever-so-popular band, Bad Luck.
Unfortunately, he was the most annoying person in the world. Much like Yuki had been when he had been younger.
He started the engine and started driving. Shuichi was probably going to be annoying for the rest of his life. It didn't really bother Yuki anymore. Sure, the annoyance got to him in the beginning. But, overtime, he had become accustomed to his lover's stupidity. Every now and then he would let down his cold demeanor and actually treat Shuichi like he cared about him.
He came to a red light and lit a cigarette. Did he care about the singer? Not really. That didn't mean he didn't give two-shits about him. He DID care, a little. But he wasn't about to let that be known to Shuichi anytime soon.
Not like it matters, he thought. It's so easy for him to flaunt his feelings for me. I'm sure he understands that if it didn't care I would've kicked his scrawny ass to the curb. Well, he might think I don't care at all, but that doesn't bother me.
However, deep down Yuki knew it did bother him. The gentle side of him which he kept locked away knew that though his feelings for Shuichi weren't as strong as how Shuichi felt for him, he knew he still felt strongly. But his cold arrogance refused to let him voice such and express such. Of course this same cold arrogance prevented him from feeling regret a lot of the time.
Yuki growled in frustration and turned on his radio, and turned the volume up high. He needed a distraction. Anything to keep him from his thoughts.
Unbeknownst to Yuki, a parked car had been waiting for him to pass by. When he did, the driver started the engine and slowly followed.
***
Meanwhile at NG Studios...
"Again?!?!" shrieked Fujisaki Suguru, Bad Luck's keyboardist. "What the hell do you mean you have writer's block again?!"
Shuichi groaned, as he lay sprawled on his desk. Crumbled pieces of paper lay strewn on the floor.
"If we don't get the new single done, we'll have to delay the release!!" wailed Sakano. Bad Luck's producer started hyperventilating. "And if we delay the release Sachou will get upset!! And if Sachou gets upset terrible things will happen!!" he started running around in circles, screaming like his life was in danger.
Nakano Hiroshi, Bad Luck's guitarist, rubbed his head. "I don't think it's that bad-"
"Enough games!!" yelled K, Bad Luck's very crazy American manager. He pulled out a loaded M16 and jabbed it into the back of Shuichi's head. "Write a song now or I'll kill you!!"
Shuichi was barely fazed by the threat, and grumbled softly.
Hiro stared down at him. "Is something wrong?"
Shuichi groaned again. "I'm just burned out."
"HOW CAN YOU BE BURNED OUT?!" snapped Suguru. "OUR LAST CD WAS RELEASED SIX MONTHS AGO!!!!!"
K prodded the back of Shuichi's head with the M16. "Get your ass in gear!!"
Hiro rubbed his head again. Both Suguru and K were yelling at a depleted Shuichi while Sakano was running around like a moron. "Maybe we need to talk to Yuki?"
At the mentioning of the cold-hearted writer's name, Shuichi sprung to his feet. "NO!!! I'm fine, so we don't need to talk to Yuki!!"
"Is he being an asshole again?!" demanded K, suddenly switching gears. His M16 was then magically gone and replaced by a much bigger gun. "Looks like I have to 'negotiate' with him!!"
"No no no no!! Everything's fine!! Aren't I allowed to have writer's block naturally?!"
Sakano stopped freaking out. "You mean you actually have writer's block this time?"
"Of course!! Would I lie?!"
Hiro slammed his elbow onto the top of Shuichi's head. "Yes, you would."
"OW!!!!!!!"
***
Yuki's cell phone rang as he pulled into his parking lot.
He sighed heavily, and then pulled it out of his pocket. "Yeah?" He expected it to be Shuichi.
"It's me, Eiri-san," came the soft yet cheerful voice on the other line. It was none other than Seguchi Tohma, his brother-in-law and Shuichi's boss. "I was just thinking about giving you a call."
Yuki sighed again. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Did Mika put you up to it?"
"Actually, no. Can't I worry about my brother-in-law?"
"Do what you want. Don't go babying me, though. I AM an adult, but you two seem to forget that."
Tohma laughed. "We both worry. Which reminds me, how is Shindou-san?"
Not this again, thought Yuki. "I don't know. Why don't you ask him yourself?"
There was a long pause. "Eiri-san, I'm not trying to run your life but-"
"Bye," said Yuki, closing his cell phone. He didn't need to hear that damn lecture about his relationship with Shuichi. No one else but him decided his affairs. Not his brother-in-law, and not his sister.
He held onto his cell phone as he opened the car door. It was still midday, but he wanted to just get up into his apartment.
I want as much peace as I can get before Shuichi gets home, he thought. He climbed out of his car. I don't think I can-
He never finished his thought. Yuki had no warning. All he was aware of was a loud swoosh before a loud thud of a hard object coming in contact with his head. He plunged to the ground, his cell phone slipping out of his hand.
"Looks like I have your attention now, don't I Eiri?" came a woman's voice above him. He was slipping unconscious, but he felt oddly calm. His vision was starting to become hazy.
His cell phone decided to ring.
Yuki absently reached for it, trying very hard to ignore the blinding pain in his head. But another hand came down and picked it up.
"Can't have you calling for help so soon." She threw the cell phone to the ground with all her strength. It shattered on the ground.
Yuki felt unconsciousness claim his as he heard that cold voice above him. "Let's get you going..."
***
K clicked the cell phone off. "Dammit, he's not answering..."
Shuichi sat down on the floor. A strange feeling coursed through him, making him feel nervous. "Maybe I should go home early?"
"You can't go home!!" shrieked Sakano. "You have to write the new single!!"
"We aren't letting you go until you do!!" put in Suguru.
Shuichi rubbed his arms. "I have a bad feeling..."
Hiro sat down beside him. "A bad feeling?"
"Yeah...something might be wrong with Yuki."
Hiro glanced at the frustrated people around them. "You shouldn't worry. I'm sure he'll be fine."
Shuichi nodded a little, but the feeling wouldn't go away.
Why do I feel like this? he wondered. I always worry about Yuki, but this feels different. It's like I know something bad will happen. Then again, I can't get out of here too easily. Let's hope this feeling is wrong.
***
"Wakey, wakey."
Yuki was slightly awake, but he became more aware when a pot of freezing water was dumped on him. He blinked slightly, his eyes stinging from the water and the lighted room.
His eyes snapped open. This was his apartment!!
"It wasn't easy getting you up here," said the woman's voice. "But I've been coming here a lot practicing."
He was lying on the floor, his hands tied behind his back. He was facing the couch when a pair of slender legs in high heels came into his vision. The woman sat on the couch and he was able to see her.
Her hair was black and stringy, and her eyes were light brown. Despite having a perfect figure her face was flat and her mouth was still wide.
"Now you see, Eiri?" she asked him.
He stared at her for a long while before a simple question escaped his lips.
"Who are you?"
How was this? Yes, it was both short and rushed but it will get better. Be sure to drop in a review and tell me what you think.