Gravitation / Fruits Basket Crossover

An old idea I resurrected into this fanfiction. It's pretty simple for a fanfiction (I'm sure no one but me understood what I just said... Too bad for you because I honestly don't feel like explaining!). I tweaked the idea in mind when I decided to resurrect it...

I must be like Maki Murakami when she says that she likes to torture guys like Eiri... So I tortured Eiri by making him do odd-ball things and just being mentally and physically drained! WEEEE! (You'll see what I mean.) But let's face it; whenever Eiri gets pissed off, something hilarious or outrageous is going on! Oh, the sweet drama! When I fit Shigure in here, things'll go all topsy-turvey to the point Eiri won't even know what's going on... Wonder if he'll find himself hating / kind of enjoying the result of meeting Gure-san? (You: I don't know! YOU'RE the author!) The we'll BOTH have to wait and see, ne? (You: Stop... ASKING ME!! Twitches)

That's basically all I have to say except to enjoy it! Reviews are yummy:P

Part 1:

The pink-haired pop-star bounded impatiently about the apartment, eagerly awaiting his lover to finish his work. From the other side of the door of his lover's study, the blonde skillfully tapped away at his keyboard, sleepless nights showing in his posture and weary face. It seemed as if his fingers were automated, like a robot's. Although everything else about Eiri Yuki more than lacked the precision of his machine-fingers; unruly hair, somewhat blood-shot eyes, a faint stubble becoming clearer and clearer with each dreadfully slow passing hour.

Eiri had made a promise to Shuichi through the study's door that he would be done "soon". How long ago was that? Eiri did not know the answer but guessed quite a while ago. No doubt Shuichi was about to tear off the hinges on the door that seperated the two. But Eiri needed to finish the manuscript fast. He wanted some time to rest before his editor would complain to him about whatever there was to complain about. He didn't really care at this point. He just wanted to finish.

With his mind towards the goal and with his fingers following the path, he finished about an hour later. But, before he could get up to stretch and head to bed for a quite nap, the phone rang. Eiri cursed, sighed, and picked it up.

"Hello?" said the scruffly Eiri.

"Eiri-kun!" replied the over-joyous voice.

Oh, really, though Eiri. Just when I thought I couldn't put up with more.

"Hey, Tohma." some frustration leaked through his lips.

"Eiri-kun, you sound tired. Maybe you should get some rest? ... Aw, crap. Now I feel bad for calling you..."

"Nah, forget it. So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Like I could go to sleep anyways. At Eiri's desk lay a dozen or so coffee cups, all drained of their caffiene goodness. His eyes were shot wide open. He was surprised that all that caffiene hadn't made him twitch after he guzzled them down.

"I wanted to see if you wanted to go check out that new bar downtown..." Tohma Seguchi's voice had tones of guilt, anticipation, and a pleading child's all rolled into one. He always got what he wanted—he would even play dirty. He could twist any scenario into a profitable venture. The wicked manipulator.

There was a silence and then, "Are you talking about that really kinky gay bar?!" Eiri almost shouted.

"Yes, that's the one. And Eiri, you're exaggerating. It isn't as 'kinky' as you make it sound... Why are you surprised? Aren't you at least a little curious to get into those things? You could come back home and show Shindo somethi--"

"Whoa, whoa, whooooa! Tohma, please! The way I am at this moment, the last thing on my mind is sex of any form."

"Really?!" asked the stunned Tohma. "That's new!"

Eiri let out this huge sigh that felt as if it were bottled inside him for ages. He also glared at the phone, which he was aware Tohma could not see.

Tohma giggled and unsuccessfully tried to hide it. When he recovered, he said: "I was just kidding about all that. But c'mon! Lets try something new, ok? Plus, you just did a lot of work, didn't you? Blow off some steam and get some drinks with me!"

Eiri Yuki rehashed the offer again and again and could find no reason to not agree.

"Fine," he finally agreed. "but there better not be anyone shoving their dick in my face!"