Title: The Art of Gravitation
Author: AkiyaRae
Disclaimer: Rated R for eventuality to be honest I have no idea how this is going to turn out
Warnings: Uh, xXx but for now mates just remember I'm Aussie and I spell like any
good Aussie would.
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.: Chapter One - In The Beginning -:.
Tohma Seguchi, president of NG Pro and keyboardist for the world renouned band Nittle Grasper
stalked the halls of his Production Company, sussing out a certain pink haired teen with every
intention of telling the young teen exactly what he thought of his and Eiri's relationship.
He quietly opened the door to the Bad Luck studio, he was always the kind to make a prominent
entrance, but today called for more subtle tactics. He quietly waited for the band to finish up the
current song that they were working on.
Tohma's eyes swept across the three man band, evaluating every member. He started with his
little cousin; Suguru Fujisaki. A green haired sixteen year old with large innocent chocolate brown
eyes. Tohma smiled softly to himself, every time he looked at Suguru he couldn't help but to think
that he was looking into the sixteen year old version of himself. Even though he didn't show it much
Tohma was extremely pleased with his cousin. He had started out as a simple child prodigee, and
turned himself into a wonderful synthasist for the band Bad Luck.
Next to be placed underneath the blonde's scrutiny was the guitarist, nineteen year old Hiroshi Nakano
known by his fans simply as Hiro. His long auburn hair that fell to the small of his back was tied back
so he could better see thhe guitar in his hands. He was a skilled musician, there was no denying that
but his loyalty to that idiotic pink haired obstruction of normalcy was probably going to be his downfall.
Which then brought the presidents attention to the vocalist. He had to resist to do the most un-Seguchi
thing possible, he had to resist the urge to glare at the boy. That teen alone was the reason that Tohma
had lost any chance (however slim) he had had with the world renouned author Eiri "Yuki" Uesugi. With
a sigh the blonde continued his patient waiting, not even wanting to go into thinking about the
violet eyed idiot.
When finally the music had stopped, Tohma waited for Mr. Sakano to finish pressing the buttons
on the mixer in front of him, and waited patiently for the bands gun waving manager to complete
his final threats before he finally said the burning words on his lips.
"Yes very well done." He began, flashing his trademark smile clapping his hands slowly. "and
now for all your hard work you can go home early, Mr. Shindou a word." He said watching his cousin
smile at him and leave within two minutes of his say-so. Hiroshi too, was gone very quickly whipping
out a mobile presumeably to speak to Ayaka. Within moments of him leaving as did the quaking
producer and calm manager leaving the president and the vocalist alone in the now empty recording
studio.
"Yes Mr. Seguchi?" Shuichi asked bowing politly to his boss. Tohma's aquamarine eyes looked down
on the teen. He so badly wanted to hurt him, destroy his career and watch him cry, crash, burn
and feel pain. But something about the boy literally prevented this normally ruthless man from doing
so.
"I hear things between you and Eiri are going well." He began, everything he had planned to say seemed
to wash away. The vocalist nodded enthusiastically, his annoying voice soon spieling on how cruel
and distant the author could be. Tohma stood smiling politly letting the boy speak as he laughed
nervously about something that he had said, an evident sweatdrop falling from the side of the singers
head.
"Then you should be getting home to prevent Eiri from getting mad at you." Shuichi's eyes widened
with realisation at what the president was saying. He had already been massively late trying time and
time again to record Spicy Marmalade. He bid the president farewell and ran out, Tohma pinched the
bridge of his nose as he watched the singer race out.
It had confused him even then, why hadn't he been able to be as cruel to the singer as he had set
out to be when he had left his office? Or was he really a Ryuichi incarnate, a person with the
ability to make even men like the great Tohma Seguchi fall to his knees?
At this point, anything was possible...
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A/N: Okay so this is still a very new idea, perservere my devote readers and I swear you will not be
disappointed by anything I have to share with you. If anything this is just practice for my own
books which should hit the shelves of your nearest bookstore in the next few short years.
all my love
AkiyaRae