Hey guys! So as this is my first fanfic please don't be too negative!

I have had this story in my head for so long and it feels AMAZING to finally be writing it... maybe I love fanfiction a bit too much :S

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, (if I did K and Hiro would be a couple ^_^)

Hiro gasped as he woke from the torturous dream. He growled angrily, realising the state he was in. Reluctantly, the sweat drenched teen stumbled out of the bed and into the shower. As he soaked under the hot water. he sighed, lost in thought.

"I really am pathetic"

It had been that same lustful dream that had grasped him from his peaceful slumbers for the third time that week. The visions of his manager's soft hands roaming freely around his pleading frame. His deep calming voice whispering into his ear. His warm soft lips touching his own... It was these sorts of things that really made Hiro wish that he had the gun. Then he could just shoot K and focus on his failing relationship with Ayaka. At the moment their dates consisted of looking at each across the cafe table, forcing small talk with false smiles plastered on their faces while their minds were completely focused on another person. Hiro knew that he should end it - to be honest he was planning on it. But that would just be giving his all into someone that was already taken.

Aggravated, Hiro stepped out of the warm jets of water and threw on his usual outfit of jeans and a T shirt. He wrapped a towel around his thick mahogany hair to soak the water. He paused, starting into the mirror hopelessly, wondering what to make of himself.

"Look at me - Nakano Hiroshi, the guitarist of the huge band Bad Luck, a teen icon - lusting over his 36 year old manager."

If Hiro ever let K see him like this, he would be deeply ashamed.

The reality was, ther was very little chance that K would ever fall for Hiro. There was an age gap of 17 years, not to mention that K was married with one son. And on top of that all, K made a huge point that he was 100% straight.

Hiro would often examine these points, trying to find some reason to believe otherwise. Maybe he just married Judy for money, or vice versa? Maybe the only reason they were still married is for his child? Maybe the whole "straight" thing was just bravado? Maybe...

Deep down, Hiro knew he would just have to face the fact that his feelings for K would never be reciprocated.

Hiro was woken from his thoughts by the sound of an alarm, telling him that he had 5 minutes to get out of the house before K came over with his AK-47. Without a moments thought, Hiro threw the damp towel which he had been wearing on his head into the dirty laundry basket. He hurriedly threw on a black and white letterman jacket before grabbing his motorbike helmet and running out of his apartment. He jumped almost enthusiastically onto his motorbike and sped off on his way to N-G production studios.

K let out an exasperated sigh as he signed a contract with some company that wanted Shuichi to be a spokesperson.

"They must be out of their minds.." he thought to himself as he artistically signed the form. He hated paperwork of any description, even if it was just writing a postcard. K was a man of action, not letters. However, the one plus side to paperwork was the fact that he could sit in the peace and solitude of his office. From here he could gaze out of the windows and watch the world go by. A warm smile grew on his face as he saw a familiar figure dismounting a motorbike at the car park of the building. K didn't really know why Hiro's arrival made him feel so happy, after all, it was just another client. What made Hiro so significant? K snarled, becoming agitated at this. He felt this nervous coldness in his heart when his mind began to wonder if this feeling was love. Whenever he considered this point he would instantly snap out of it with thoughts of Judy, his beautiful wife. His beautiful wife that he hadn't spoken to in a week?

"One week?" K suddenly realised he hadn't phoned Judy or Micheal, and they hadn't phoned him either. Usually he'd be on the phone to her every night and yet, he hadn't had any contact at all with her and he hadn't even noticed. He made a mental note that he would ring her immediately when he got home.

"But would that really solve problems?" That question seemed to ring through K's head, making him freeze. On the surface, his marriage to Judy looked happy and peaceful, the way it should be. But away from the cameras, cracks were starting to form. He remembered how things used to be. Usually K would talk to Judy for hours on end every night. Nowadays ringing her was like a chore. Sounds of laughter came from outside, causing K to look out of his window in curiosity. Hiro and Shuichi were messing around the car park, whatever they were joking about seemed hillarious. Mr Sakano could be seen dashing out of the big glass doors of N-G production studios, scolding them both. Why did Hiro stand out? K pondered on this thought. Despite K's love for Judy and his prominent heterosexuality, one think had to be said: Hiroshi Nakano was gorgeous. Nothing could argue against that and you would have to be insane to think otherwise.

"Hmm...there's that." K thought as he tried to make sense of his attraction to Hiro. In all his time of working in the music industry, one thing definitely singled Hiro out from everybody else: No matter how many times K pointed his Magnum '44 at Hiro, it had never phased him. Hiro was the only client ever to stand up to him.

"Hiro's different...he's not like the others." K took another look out of the window, gazing at Hiro softly. Was it wrong that he found Hiro...well...sort of cute? Despite Hiro's tough image, anyone who knew him knew that he was generally the nicest person you could ever meet. But there was something about him that K found utterly adorable. Was it the way he would act like a brother to Shuichi when something had happened? The way he would gush whenever he met someone remotely famous, despite being the heart throb of a huge band? His gentle, laid back attitude? His casual style?

Suddenly, K froze.

"Could it be?" He inhaled deeply and sighed."Maybe...I really am...in love..."

Maybe...

Ooooh drama! Anyways as cliched as this story seems I promise it will get better!

I was typing this up when my friend asked me "Why do you put Hiro in a lettterman jacket when he has a perfectly fine leather one?" My answer: Because it would look awesome! Now there's a thought - why doesn't Murakami draw him in a letterman jacket :'(

Hmm maybe a few reviews would cheer me up...hint, hint. :)