Grasping
d.Jeu
a/n This is a present for Shiny. Hope everyone likes it.
BTW, it *was* a requested pairing, but think about it...
Even though I love HiroxSuguru more...
Oh, yeah, I'm a university student, and we, by definition,
have NO money, so it's pointless to sue, and I don't own
Gravitation, although Christmas is coming up, so if anyone
wants to get me Suguru wrapped up in a nice bow, *wink,wink*
--
He walked up to the large, dominating building. A large NG loomed overhead. Taking his
baseball cap off his head, the black haired youth tried to walk forward into it, into his destiny.
"I can't..." Tatsuha tried hard not to accept the fate. "But I must. Today was going to be the
day. I am going to step into this building and make Sakuma-san mine. I WILL have my god."
And yet he stood there. People busily walked around his, occasionally bumping into Tatsuha,
lost in his own thoughts.
"Geez kid, watch it. This is a bloody sideWALK, not a damn side-stand in the middle blocking
people's paths," a grumpy business man in a suit yelled at the catatonic child. "Go home ya
little runt." He continued on his path, satisfied at telling him off, but Tatsuha was unaffected by
it. He stood there, lost in his own thoughts. Until another man came along, with a cup of rather
hot coffee in one hand, yelling at someone on his cellphone in his other hand.
"SHIT!!!" The new collision was inevitable. The scalding liquid made it's way down Tatsuha's
light cotton shirt, towards his black slacks. "Dammit, now I need to get another coffee..." The
man headed towards some location in his mind, leaving Tatsuha again unaffected, despite the
slight burning sensation, and ruined clothing.
His god had not left the building. Dark clouds loomed over head, and the streets quieted.
Everyone was home, eating dinner with their families. Except him. He was still here, waiting
for this destiny to come out the door. It had been several minutes since anyone other than a
janitor had walked past the field of vision inside the abandoned NG building that Tatsuha saw.
"Why....?" Tatsuha accepted his fate, maybe it was just never meant to be. He turned around, to
wander the city streets, alone, as always.
"Hello, Tatsuha," a cheery voice rang behind him, "What are you doing here so late?" The black
haired boy spun around to see an odd sight. Another boy, green hair, red shirt, black vest, black
pants, carrying a portfolio in one hand stood just outside the doors. "Well, then, don't say hello
then," Suguru, the young keyboardist for Bad Luck commented, turning aside.
Tatsuha whimpered softly. The tears building up in his eyes. He wanted a god, and all he got
was a fucking cherub. "Is something the matter?" Suguru turned around at the crushed boy,
"Oh, I get it... You were waiting for Sakuma-san... Oh... I guess you wouldn't have known..."
"Known what? Tell me! PLEASE!!!" Tatsuha grabbed onto Suguru, desperate for any
information on his idol.
"Well, you know Tohma-san had been making plans for a new recording studio in Hokkaido,
right?" Tatsuha nodded. "Well, they've been doing some last minute checks, so Sakuma-san is
there, doing some test recordings, seeing how much they can get out of the new equipment.
They won't be back for at least a week or so." The realization his Tatsuha like that little steel
ball hits the lenses on that Lens Crafters commercial, showing how strong their Duralens glasses
are.
"But... But..." Tatsuha tried to hold back the tears, as liquid started to flow down his face.
"Ugh... I forgot my jacket at home... Didn't think it was going to rain today. Well, guess I'll be
off then. Tell Eiri-san I said hello." Suguru waved as he headed off. Tatsuha could do nothing
but stand there. He dropped to his knees with a thud. Hearing this, the semi-compassionate
keyboardist looked around. "Don't you have somewhere to go?" Tatsuha shook his head
slowly. "Well... Come over to my house, at least until the rain stops. You'll catch your death of
cold with such a thin shirt on." He walked back to retrieve the crushed boy, and to escort him
back to his house.
Feeling the warmth of another hand on his, another body next to him, Tatsuha smiled weakly,
"Thank you, Fujisaki-san."
"Oh, just call me Suguru."
"Okay... Suguru..."
d.Jeu
a/n This is a present for Shiny. Hope everyone likes it.
BTW, it *was* a requested pairing, but think about it...
Even though I love HiroxSuguru more...
Oh, yeah, I'm a university student, and we, by definition,
have NO money, so it's pointless to sue, and I don't own
Gravitation, although Christmas is coming up, so if anyone
wants to get me Suguru wrapped up in a nice bow, *wink,wink*
--
He walked up to the large, dominating building. A large NG loomed overhead. Taking his
baseball cap off his head, the black haired youth tried to walk forward into it, into his destiny.
"I can't..." Tatsuha tried hard not to accept the fate. "But I must. Today was going to be the
day. I am going to step into this building and make Sakuma-san mine. I WILL have my god."
And yet he stood there. People busily walked around his, occasionally bumping into Tatsuha,
lost in his own thoughts.
"Geez kid, watch it. This is a bloody sideWALK, not a damn side-stand in the middle blocking
people's paths," a grumpy business man in a suit yelled at the catatonic child. "Go home ya
little runt." He continued on his path, satisfied at telling him off, but Tatsuha was unaffected by
it. He stood there, lost in his own thoughts. Until another man came along, with a cup of rather
hot coffee in one hand, yelling at someone on his cellphone in his other hand.
"SHIT!!!" The new collision was inevitable. The scalding liquid made it's way down Tatsuha's
light cotton shirt, towards his black slacks. "Dammit, now I need to get another coffee..." The
man headed towards some location in his mind, leaving Tatsuha again unaffected, despite the
slight burning sensation, and ruined clothing.
His god had not left the building. Dark clouds loomed over head, and the streets quieted.
Everyone was home, eating dinner with their families. Except him. He was still here, waiting
for this destiny to come out the door. It had been several minutes since anyone other than a
janitor had walked past the field of vision inside the abandoned NG building that Tatsuha saw.
"Why....?" Tatsuha accepted his fate, maybe it was just never meant to be. He turned around, to
wander the city streets, alone, as always.
"Hello, Tatsuha," a cheery voice rang behind him, "What are you doing here so late?" The black
haired boy spun around to see an odd sight. Another boy, green hair, red shirt, black vest, black
pants, carrying a portfolio in one hand stood just outside the doors. "Well, then, don't say hello
then," Suguru, the young keyboardist for Bad Luck commented, turning aside.
Tatsuha whimpered softly. The tears building up in his eyes. He wanted a god, and all he got
was a fucking cherub. "Is something the matter?" Suguru turned around at the crushed boy,
"Oh, I get it... You were waiting for Sakuma-san... Oh... I guess you wouldn't have known..."
"Known what? Tell me! PLEASE!!!" Tatsuha grabbed onto Suguru, desperate for any
information on his idol.
"Well, you know Tohma-san had been making plans for a new recording studio in Hokkaido,
right?" Tatsuha nodded. "Well, they've been doing some last minute checks, so Sakuma-san is
there, doing some test recordings, seeing how much they can get out of the new equipment.
They won't be back for at least a week or so." The realization his Tatsuha like that little steel
ball hits the lenses on that Lens Crafters commercial, showing how strong their Duralens glasses
are.
"But... But..." Tatsuha tried to hold back the tears, as liquid started to flow down his face.
"Ugh... I forgot my jacket at home... Didn't think it was going to rain today. Well, guess I'll be
off then. Tell Eiri-san I said hello." Suguru waved as he headed off. Tatsuha could do nothing
but stand there. He dropped to his knees with a thud. Hearing this, the semi-compassionate
keyboardist looked around. "Don't you have somewhere to go?" Tatsuha shook his head
slowly. "Well... Come over to my house, at least until the rain stops. You'll catch your death of
cold with such a thin shirt on." He walked back to retrieve the crushed boy, and to escort him
back to his house.
Feeling the warmth of another hand on his, another body next to him, Tatsuha smiled weakly,
"Thank you, Fujisaki-san."
"Oh, just call me Suguru."
"Okay... Suguru..."