Still Hiro's POV… picking up where Bad Luck left off, so read that first or some of the stuff in here will be confusing to you. Sorry to all you die-hard sex fiends this doesn't get nasty, I wanna develop a bit more…all music and songs will be credited at the end, Gravitation and all characters, phrases and ideas related to it are not mine! I just like to mess with them, and my messing is not in any way meant to be malicious so please don't sue…you'll get an Okita Soushi figurine and a penguin picture I drew myself.

The wood is solid under my hand and I don't think I knocked hard enough for him to hear. I can't hear anything from the other side, and I know he's in there, so I press my ear to the door to try and get a better idea of what's going on inside.

He's listening to some song, but the words are muffled and I can only hear the bass thumping and bits and pieces of the vocalist. I think it's in English, but it has a good feel to it. Scratch that…I understand those words.

"Cause I'm a loser…

I'm a loser yeah…" There's a small interlude before the vocalist starts again.

This is getting old…" Those are not happy words. And now the melody just changed to something a little harder, then back to the softer rock… if not for the few words I managed to understand, I think I may like this group. I shake myself and push the door open, there's no way he could hear me knocking over that, and I need to speak with him.

He doesn't seem to notice me even as the words 'No getting closer' start up in the otherwise empty air, but that's as far as it gets, and the multi-disc player is shut off by remote. K is lying on his bed, a western styled one with navy covers and forest green sheets and pillow cases. His eyes are closed.

"What is it Hiroshi-kun?" He asks of me, his voice level, but I can tell that he's in pain. My best friend may be easy as all hell to read, a blazing neon sign with bells on. I can do subtle though, after all, subtle is my department of most if not all of my friendships. I clear my throat before speaking.

"K-san…I've been here for six days, and tomorrow makes a week, and I was wondering…" I make sure my voice is soft and clearly enunciated, I don't want to startle him or turn him against me. There are tricks you can learn to get people to talk, and this is just one of the thousands I have up my sleeve, actions that are so ingrained in me I don't always realize that I'm doing them.

"You can stay if you want." He mumbles, rolling over into the pillow. My heart jumps at that, and I don't understand why. It hurts a bit. It also hurts that he's leaving the decision of whether or not I stay completely up to me, when it is his home that I've invaded.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask, another tactic to get him to keep talking. Asking questions that require a personal answer. His response, however, catches me off guard.

"Surely you can make your own decisions Hiroshi-kun. You're supposed to be an adult, right?" His voice is hard, jarring. What's this about? I can feel my temper flare, but can also keep in in check. Years of keeping my cool around Shuichi when he's being an idiot do give one some talent in that area.

Why do I keep comparing my relationship to my best friend to the one I have with my manager?

"I am an adult, K-san. And I can make my own decisions very well, thank you. I'm asking you because it's your apartment and therefore you should have the final say in what happens here."

"You're still just a boy, and it is entirely your decision as to where you go. I'm not forcing you to do anything, not anymore." K's head flops about on his pillow, splaying blond hair all over it as he shakes his head to match his words. I'm not entirely certain as to why the atmosphere in this room has changed so suddenly from the chill, breezy calm to a now think and cloying heat. I sigh, not wishing to provoke my boss any further. He does have an excellent shot, after all, and I have enough holes in my body from the needles that I take daily. I don't need another one.

"What does that mean, K? What have you forced me to do?"

"I forced you to come back to Bad Luck. I forced you to eat when you weren't well. I forced you to the washroom in the restaurant. I forced you to come here. I forced you to go to the theatre. I didn't… I didn't make you see a doctor when I knew you were sick. I didn't see how much you were hurting on the tour. I should have. I can't help but feel that this entire thing is either entirely my fault or that the fates are playing some sort of cruel joke. I don't believe in fate, or gravitation, or any other such gibberish. Which is why this has to be my fault."

"You're insane." K stops short and I see him tense, which isn't surprising considering I'm the one who said it and it stunned me.

"You're a child. You wouldn't understand." He says after a moment, his uncharacteristic outburst over and done with faster than it came up. I'm beginning to think that he really has forgotten how to live with someone after spending so many years alone. It's that thought that keeps me from exploding and doing something stupid like yelling, even though I can feel one of the veins in my head pulsing and my eyebrow starting to twitch. I'm close.

"I wouldn't understand what, Crawd?" I hiss, not even realizing I've used his first name without any honorific. He tenses further.

"You couldn't possibly." He mumbles into the pillow, but I catch it anyways, the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Couldn't understand what? Kami-sama! Talk to me you stupid American bastard!" I shout, then realize what I'm done and clasp my hands over my mouth and drop my head. I don't think I've ever been this embarrassed before in my life, including the time when Shuichi showed up at school in his night clothes in grade six, which consisted of nothing more than a tank top. I don't realized that I've begun to babble.

"I'm sorry. I…I shouldn't have…shouldn't have yelled like that. I… sorry K… I'll…I'm… I'll just…I'll go pack now." God, I'm such an idiot. Nakano Hiroshi, ichi ban baka, ne? (number one idiot) I shuffle towards the door, convinced that, if it wasn't for the fact that K was my manager, my brains would be currently decorating his bedroom wall in a mural of pink, red, white and grey bits in complete three dimensional gory glory.

Not that it would matter, really. I don't seem to be using my brain much at the moment.

His hand stops my exit and the next thing I know I'm pressed against said wall and I can't focus on his face seeing as it's so close to mine that trying makes me go cross eyed.

"You wouldn't understand this." He mumbles, and the next thing I know is his mouth on mine, tongue slipping inside as I gasp and roving through my mouth in a valiant attempt to lick my stomach.

My first French kiss.

And it feels heavenly. I moan against his mouth and close my eyes, letting sensation take over completely. I hear and feel him growl in response, and my knees go weak. I collapse against him, and I know he's aroused, cause he's hard as hell against my thigh.

That contact, however, seems to shatter whatever made him do… that… in the first place. He pulls away with a muffled English curse and lets me fall to the floor completely dazed. I see him yank on his shoulder holster and place his gun even as he pulls on a jacket and stalks out of the room, his shout echoing in my ears.

"You can stay, just get the hell out of my room!"

The front door slams. It's all I can do to raise my hand to where he was not a minute ago. My first real kiss, from K. It might come as a surprise to most people, but I am pretty much a complete innocent when it comes to relationships. In high school, I played my guitar, then found Shuichi and played while he sang. I know I had fans, girls that loved my appearance or my ability, but I wasn't interested. Music was more of a fascination than any person could be. Shuichi, eventually, admitted his preferences. It didn't bother me, cause I didn't care at that time about relationships or dating.

I played music. We were a band. I did homework, followed what my parents expected of me and got good grades, played the role of a good son, not perfect, but good. The teachers liked me, the students liked me, Shuichi was my best friend. I had no drive to become, intimate, with anyone. I wasn't completely oblivious…just, apathetic about the whole deal. While most teenagers were falling victim to hormones, I was falling victim to notes and chords and bars and melodies and harmony.

Then Shuichi met Yuki Eiri, romance novelist extraordinaire. I found myself hearing about every nuance of his pursuit, and yes, it was a pursuit. My best friend had found the person he wanted to chase after and be with for the rest of his life, and told me all the juicy details. It was then I realized that I wanted something too, and met Ayaka.

We hit it off slow, I'll be the first to admit. My music and her prestige hunting didn't make for the best conversations and neither of us were so young that we fell into relationships blindly. She was pretty though. And it was nice to have someone who wasn't squeamish about holding string and pick calloused hands. I could talk to her about my life, she could talk to me about hers. It was nice.

Wait a minute…was? When did I start thinking about my girlfriend as a matter of the past?

Oh yes, when she never came to see me in the hospital, and didn't return my phone calls. Imagine that. She hasn't returned my call from earlier today yet, either. It's funny, really. So I laugh. Loudly.

I think I'm experiencing shock.

That was all earlier today…which brings us back to the obvious conclusion that I just received my first intimate action from my manager.

WHAT THE FUCK!?!

Yep. Shock.

I'm pretty sure I sat, brain dead and catatonic, either laughing or something else, on the floor of K's bedroom for a good hour before I managed to get on my feet and stumble to the room that had all my stuff in it. My hand was still resting lightly on my lips as I lay down still dressed and pulled the covers up.

I was confused as all hell. I needed to talk to someone, but before I even went for the phone it came to me that, as the best friend, I was the one who did the listening when other people needed to talk. I couldn't do the talking…it was too embarrassing and I… I didn't know how, really. I couldn't make sense of this, of why K would… of why I didn't mind…of any of it, and there was hardly someone I could talk about this over the phone to.

Imagine me phoning one of the people I know that could help me with this, are at least as smart as I am and knowledgeable about relationships. Touma would kill me, perhaps fire me which would be worse, for waking him up so late at night. Sakano would crumple, and I can't really imagine phoning him anyways. My parents, you have got to be kidding to even suggest. Sakuma-san…unless he's in serious mode, I don't even want to imagine what this would do to him. Noriko-san would look at me funny, we've never been close. Any priest I went to would…well, I'm pretty sure you can figure out that reaction by yourself… Yuki would murder me, and I'd kill myself before asking him anything remotely resembling something personal. Shuichi, let's face it, no help there. Suguru's younger than I am, and completely innocent.

Guess that means I have to figure this one out on my own.

Goodie.

I fell asleep not long after, still confused, completely out of it, befuddled, and…

And aroused as all hell.