Plot: What if the Gravitation characters only were "actors" at the mercy of Murakami? Working with such eccentric employees is no picnic!! Claims, complaints, pain and joy… Welcome to Murakami's office!!

Note: No offence meant to anyone! And no offence meant to Murakami either (i lover her work!!) This is just for fun!
Don't be surprised if "Murakami" actually never talks in this fic, I have no idea what she would say, so she's just a listener here! ;-)
I hope this has never been made before, and if it has, then i'm sorry!

For those of you who may not know (thanks Kitani for having mentioned that!):
GRAVITATION EX is the sequel to the original manga series. So far, there's only been one volume published in English (beware, this fic contains some spoilers!!)
GRAVITATION REMIXES are a 13 volumes doujinshi series which are more sexually explicit than the manga
GRAVITATION MEGAMIXES (Panda, Kumagorou, Capybara) are extremely graphic and explicit, even much more than the remixes

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation/Ex/Megamix. Nor do I own Maki Murakami! Ah ah!

CHAPTER 1: Eiri complains about the Gravitation Megamix.

Please bear in mind that I'm French, hence the English mistakes! ;-)

MEGAMIX

Yuki Eiri is angry. No, wait. He is in a mad rage. He nervously lights a cigarette and nearly knocks down the door of Murakami's office.

"Hey Murakami! It's high time you and I have a little talk!" He snaps.

"Yuki, I don't think this is necessary…" Shuichi whispers, tugging at the blonde's sleeve.

"Shut the hell up, you fucking punk!"

"But what if she fires us?" the young guy asks, glancing anxiously at the mangaka.

"Bollocks! We are her bread and butter so she would never get rid of us, would you, Murakami?" Eiri sneers. "And don't you dare look at me that way! You perfectly know why I'm here today, you freak! Just because you're my boss doesn't mean you can take all the liberties you want! That I am a murderer, fine. I suppose every story needs its dose of drama. That I am a moron who spends his life feeling sorry for himself and vomiting blood is one thing. I would have rather been a superhero or something, but never mind. That my character is a gay writer is still okay… Well, actually, maybe I wouldn't have minded that much if my partner was Brad Pitt, but really, have you seen that dumbass?" He snarls, pointing at Shuichi.

"Hey, Yuki! I thought you loved me! For real! You said Gravitation had brought us closer and that you had ended up developing some feelings towards me!"

"Yeah, well, I suppose those things happen when you have to spend all your time with someone! Let's face it, I spend so much time working with you that I don't even have time to date chicks anymore!"

"Whaaaa…??!! And there was me thinking you were sincere! What about that kiss you gave me when you drove me home the other day, after the shooting of Gravitation Ex?"

"Ah yeah… Gravitation Ex… Let's talk about it! What kind of joke was that, Murakami? I won't even mention the fact that I become blind", Eiri says, rolling his eyes, "but what's all that stuff with that fucking Sakuma guy?? I mean… Come on! You make Shuichi cheat on me with a thirty something year old freak who wears a pink bunny costume!! Jesus! I don't care it's only a fiction! I've got my pride! Do you even realize I have a life on my own outside Gravitation? What will people think of me?"

"I think Ryuichi is pretty hot…" Shuichi hazards. "And he's actually a good kisser"

Eiri gives him a black look.

"Yuki, would you be jealous, by any chance?" The pink-haired guy beams, rubbing his face against Eiri's cheek.

"Fuck off!"

"Murakami-sensei! Please say something! See how he's mean to me? And I have to endure this everyday! I warn you, if you don't lecture him, I'll go on strike!"

"Who cares? Piss off, that'll give me a break!" Eiri teases.

"Yukiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!"

Eiri knocks Shuichi's head on Maki Murakami's desk.

"Anyway, we're getting off the point…" He takes a long drag off his cigarette. "Murakami, can you explain THIS?" He shouts, brandishing a pile of papers. "Gravitation Megamix… Were you out of your mind when you wrote this?? Did you really think I was going to accept doing those… those creepy things? That script really scared the hell out of me! Seriously, what's that? A giant orgy?? I'm telling you, you are a sick pervert, Murakami! Have a look at my contract! I never signed to be a porn actor!!"

"I actually like that part in which you…er…" Shuichi babbles.

"Which part?" Eiri asks, raising an eyebrow.

The younger man stands on tiptoe and whispers something into his workmate's ear. Eiri can't help but blush and gives Shuichi a weird look.

"Re…really?" He stammers.

Shuichi turns red too.

"Well… I just thought it didn't sound that bad…" Shu giggles nervously.

"You mean you wouldn't mind..."

The pink-haired boy shakes his head.

"And of course, you couldn't say that earlier, you damn brat?" The blonde sighs.

Shuichi grins.

Eiri clears his throat and runs his fingers through his blond hair.

"Would you mind if I used your ashtray, Murakami-sama? Have you ever been told that you have beautiful eyes? And about that pay rise you mentioned the other day……………"

Thanks for reading! Whether you like this story or not, reviews are always welcome! :)

I already have a few other ideas with various Gravitation characters, I'll see what I'll do with them, hehe!