A/N: This is my first Gravitation fic, and I'm not sure I like it. My best friend and me came up with the idea (originally it was that Eiri being the teacher of students, which would be the Gravitation cast, but I changed it a bit), and though she called the idea, I had to write this
Summery: Yuki is hired to teach at a conference for artists. What he doesn't know is whom he'll be teaching. Drabble, humorous, Eiri's perspective.
Disclaimer: Don't own Gravitation, cause I'd have changed a few things if I did
I Quit
I walked into the lobby of the Artistic Reasoning building, a place where artistically talented people met, had conferences, fought over their various reasons, and blah blah blah. I just wanted another cigarette.
I glared at the person in front of me, who was anxiously wringing his hands. He was the very cause of my trouble. I remember now the phone call I had earlier in the week with him.
Flashback
"So basically you're saying, Mr. Sakano-san, that you want me to give a lecture at the Artistic Reasoning building to a bunch of musicians?"
"Well basically, yes, but it is so much more than that! It is about a meeting of new and popular artists, discovering new things, finding hidden tal…"
"Cut the crap, I'll do it. I'll do it just because my stupid editor is on my nerves. You said Wednesday, three-thirty? I'll be there."
Just as I was about to hang up I heard a murmuring.
"What was that?"
"Oh, I was just saying that when you come it would be appreciated if you avoided smoking. We are trying to support the musical arts, not smoking companies."
With that Sakano hung up.
End Flashback
Now that I think about it, what's so non-artistic about smoking? Smoking is an art I tell you, an art!
Glaring at the blue suit in front of me, I know nothing will happen to ease my smoke deprived soul, because I forgot mine at home, and I just knew, somehow, that Sakano didn't smoke.
Suddenly Sakano stopped, almost causing a collision between us, and in an almost mournful voice said, "We're here."
I take a deep breath, step around Sakano, and open the door.
And stop dead at the scene before me.
In the corner I see a pink haired head, a green haired head, a box of crayons, and some shouts of "Pika Pika!"
On no.
In the middle of the room I see a blond, famous record-recording company owner and a famous, annoying sister of mine discussing something, probably something I didn't want to know about.
God no.
I see a red-haired guitarist standing on top of one of the chairs, with an irritating fiancée laughing at him, both holding bottles of saké.
Scariness.
Last but not least, by the podium, I see a purple haired freak jumping up and down, yelling about something unintelligible, and right by her I see a blond gun-waving maniac.
Run.
I turn right around to Sakano.
"I quit."
Pika-shiny
San-formal name ending