Title: Gravity Addiction, Chapter 1: Bad Luck
Innocent Sin
Rating: PG 13 (for now...)
Disclaimer: I don't actually own Gravitation ::hears someone faint from shock:: Er yeah...The characters of Gravitation belong to Maki Murakami I just control them in my head.
Gravity Addiction is my very first Gravitation piece of fan fiction. Most of the this stuff I usually kind of dream up in my head, and this is the first time I have decided to write it all down just because. Read and review. Email me. Speak so I know you're actually alive out there and above all if you do nothing else: enjoy the show. -Sin
Shindou Shuichi fell out of his chair and immediately shot up, smacking his against the underside of the conference table. Nagano Hiroshi dropped his coffee and stared at Bad Luck's manger, Sakano with his mouth agape. Once Shuichi recovered from the concussion he had given himself, he leapt across the long table and tackled Hiro to the floor laughing like an insane but deliriously happy idiot.
Sakano only chuckled and shook his head. "To Bad Luck's hopefully début," he murmured to himself, raising his own heavily creamed coffee in a small salute to the giddy band members rolling on the floor, "and success."
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"Shiiit~!" Shuichi shouted, causing nearby pedestrians to jump quickly out of his way. Gripping the song sheets in hands tightly, he glanced at his wrist only to realize he wasn't wearing a watch. The pink haired tornado threw up his hands in exasperation and ran faster, he estimated that he was already more than an hour late. Dodging a lamppost he said a quick prayer hoping Hiro was holding things up on his own and that Bad Luck's audition wouldn't be scrapped.
Last night, Sakano had broken the wonderful news that their group, Bad Luck, would perform an audition piece for the president of a new record label; Shuichi had entirely been swept away by a tidal wave of ecstasy. After the small celebration party, their manger told Shuichi and Hiro specifically to be at the studio at 7:00 am sharp. Arriving home at 11:21 pm drunk on sake and giddiness, Shuichi was inspired to scribble song lyrics to 1:34 am. Unfortunately, Shuichi did not know until much later that he had set his alarm for 6:00 pm instead of 6:00 am, and woke up at exactly 7:55 am.
Looking at his left palm, Shuichi groaned in frustration when he saw the ink map he had so meticulously draw smudged and utterly unreadable. Now he couldn't even remember the name of the studio, much less where it was. Shuichi jerked to a stop.
"DAMNIT!--" and Shuichi was knocked off his feet, crashing against the hard sidewalk.
"Ouchies...You dead?" The person who sat on him chirped, poking Shuichi repeatedly in the back.
"Ribs...broken...air, cut...off," Shuichi whispered faintly to the gray concrete.
The man laughed breezily, ruffled Shuichi's short hair, and got up. "Sorry, sorry," he chuckled.
Shuichi turned around and allowed himself to be picked up by the guy who knocked him over. Blowing his pink bangs out of his eyes, he looked up. His already large violet eyes widen even more and grabbed the man's arm. "Sakuma Ryuichi?! From Nittle Grasper?!"
The man with chocolate brown hair saluted and grinned causing Shuichi to launch himself at the taller Ryuichi. "Wow! I am your biggest, hugest fan ever! Nittle Grasper is so amazing," putting him at arm length, Shuichi looked more serious than he ever had before in his whole life, "you are my inspiration."
Ryuichi smiled easily and cheerfully, "Shindou Shuichi-kun from Bad Luck, ne?"
Shuichi deglomped and blinked, "How--"
A pink bunny popped up, "You're looking for the studios, ne, ne? I am Kamugorou, Shuichi-kun, and the very best-est friend of Ryuichi. Can I be your best-est friend too?" The bunny flopped around before being hugged by Ryuichi. Ryuichi looked up beaming innocently, "Well? Will you be Kamugorou friend Shuichi-kun?" His cerulean eyes observed the pink haired boy patiently.
Shuichi blinked and then laughed out loud, "Of course! Any of Ryuichi's friends do not even have to ask!"
"Yay!" Ryuichi exclaimed merrily. Suddenly, he grabbed Shuichi's arm and began pull him along. "A new best-est friend! For this I will definitely take Shuichi-kun to the studios because I am late too! We can go together because then Seguchi-chan won't fuss as much."
Shuichi almost fell over, "Ah! The meeting!"
Ryuichi waved his other arm making Kamugorou bounce, "It's not far Shuichi-kun." Unexpectedly, Ryuichi stopped abruptly and turned to look at the befuddled singer with a wicked gleam in his blue eyes, "I'll race ya!" Before Shuichi could pull his wits together and answer, the hyper brunette haired singer shot off.
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"La-le-ho!" Shuichi bounded though the white hallways at breakneck speed and ahead of Ryuichi. Laughing without a care, he glance back looking for Ryuichi completely forgetting that if he looked back he would be incapable of looking where he was going. Shuichi couldn't even let out a single squeak as he slammed strait into the person in front of him.
"Where's the idiot who allowed a brat to run through the halls of a workplace?"
Shuichi shook his head to clear it and pushed up against the hard chest beneath his hands to glare at the person under him. Narrowed golden eyes sliced through him, covered slightly by blond locks of short hair. Shuichi's heart lurched and he stared at the golden haired man with bland fascination. A scowl twisted his thin lips that held a glowing cigarette. Suddenly, a seductive smile curled on those lips and he tilted his head forward. Shuichi froze as a large hand cupped his face, and a thumb traced his bottom lip.
"A lovely brat nonetheless," the man murmured absently as he brushed a stray pink strand away.
Swallowing, Shuichi's mind went blank and all he could do was stare at the person under him, his lips slightly parted. The golden eyes of the stranger caressed him with a certain heat that chilled his whole body.
"Shuichi-kun!" Ryuichi rushed around a corner and nearly slammed into a wall. He took in the scene before him in one glance and his smile did not waver. Waving wildly, the overexcited lead singer pointed down the hall to an elevator, "Meeting's this way!"
"Ah," Shuichi started before turning back to the man beneath him. One of his golden eyebrows was cocked and dangerous, lazy smile was less than an inch from his face. The normally chatty artist's mouth went dry.
"As much as I love to have you pressed up against my lower body, let's try standing up if it's not to hard for you," His words were soft, smooth, and husky but at the same time there was an edge to his tone.
Swiftly, Shuichi was yanked up and was hauled towards the elevator by Ryuichi. Shuichi himself on the other hand, could not move on his own; his whole lower body was burning up. Jumping into the elevator, Ryuichi grinned at Shuichi ignoring or oblivious to his friend's inability to stand up. "Floor nine!" he hollered as he jabbed the button and the doors began to close. Without warning a hand kept the doors from closing and the fair-haired haired man stepped in not saying a single word.
Shuichi steeled himself not to look, afraid of staring like he did last time imitating a retarded goldfish. However, he found himself sneaking glances from his place at the stranger's feet. Ryuichi seemed ignorant to it all and was gleefully punching all fifteen of the elevator button, amused as they each lit up. Blankly looking at his reflection in the metal of the elevator he struggled to work up the nerve to ask for the man's name. When he did, he turned and his eyes locked with golden ones, and Shuichi fell into imitating a goldfish once again.
A mocking and cruel smile filled his lips, and a mysterious gleam darkened his eyes. Shuichi's heart did a funny little trick in his chest and then squeezed tightly. Removing a hand from his pocket he slowly squatted and reached out for Shuichi. At first, it looked like he was going to cup his face again and Shuichi's heart sped up in anticipation, but is hand moved lower to the singer's neck. His long fingers indolently brushed Shuichi's neck, and the pink haired boy fell back against the metal wall in surprise. The man looked at Shuichi and smirked; reaching out again this time brushed Shuichi's chest with his hand.
"You have a stray hair," he explained offhandedly, his eyes stating that he was thoroughly lying. Once more, his expert fingers swept Shuichi's chest. "There."
Every nerve in Shuichi's body was on edge and his heart scurried quicker than it had when he had chased after Ryuichi.
"Here!" Ryuichi announced as the elevator dinged and opened on the ninth floor. Ryuichi once again hauled off Shuichi and the man followed behind winking at stunned lead singer.
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If Yuki seems a bit out of character it's because that's how I think he would flirt. Please ignore all the horrible mistakes you find in the writing, my teacher says I am hopeless with grammar. Feel free to drop me a line at yami_yume@hotmail.com or IM me at Xx Yuki Eiri xX. Oh, leave a review about anything and I'll fork over the chapters faster.
Innocent Sin
Rating: PG 13 (for now...)
Disclaimer: I don't actually own Gravitation ::hears someone faint from shock:: Er yeah...The characters of Gravitation belong to Maki Murakami I just control them in my head.
Gravity Addiction is my very first Gravitation piece of fan fiction. Most of the this stuff I usually kind of dream up in my head, and this is the first time I have decided to write it all down just because. Read and review. Email me. Speak so I know you're actually alive out there and above all if you do nothing else: enjoy the show. -Sin
Shindou Shuichi fell out of his chair and immediately shot up, smacking his against the underside of the conference table. Nagano Hiroshi dropped his coffee and stared at Bad Luck's manger, Sakano with his mouth agape. Once Shuichi recovered from the concussion he had given himself, he leapt across the long table and tackled Hiro to the floor laughing like an insane but deliriously happy idiot.
Sakano only chuckled and shook his head. "To Bad Luck's hopefully début," he murmured to himself, raising his own heavily creamed coffee in a small salute to the giddy band members rolling on the floor, "and success."
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"Shiiit~!" Shuichi shouted, causing nearby pedestrians to jump quickly out of his way. Gripping the song sheets in hands tightly, he glanced at his wrist only to realize he wasn't wearing a watch. The pink haired tornado threw up his hands in exasperation and ran faster, he estimated that he was already more than an hour late. Dodging a lamppost he said a quick prayer hoping Hiro was holding things up on his own and that Bad Luck's audition wouldn't be scrapped.
Last night, Sakano had broken the wonderful news that their group, Bad Luck, would perform an audition piece for the president of a new record label; Shuichi had entirely been swept away by a tidal wave of ecstasy. After the small celebration party, their manger told Shuichi and Hiro specifically to be at the studio at 7:00 am sharp. Arriving home at 11:21 pm drunk on sake and giddiness, Shuichi was inspired to scribble song lyrics to 1:34 am. Unfortunately, Shuichi did not know until much later that he had set his alarm for 6:00 pm instead of 6:00 am, and woke up at exactly 7:55 am.
Looking at his left palm, Shuichi groaned in frustration when he saw the ink map he had so meticulously draw smudged and utterly unreadable. Now he couldn't even remember the name of the studio, much less where it was. Shuichi jerked to a stop.
"DAMNIT!--" and Shuichi was knocked off his feet, crashing against the hard sidewalk.
"Ouchies...You dead?" The person who sat on him chirped, poking Shuichi repeatedly in the back.
"Ribs...broken...air, cut...off," Shuichi whispered faintly to the gray concrete.
The man laughed breezily, ruffled Shuichi's short hair, and got up. "Sorry, sorry," he chuckled.
Shuichi turned around and allowed himself to be picked up by the guy who knocked him over. Blowing his pink bangs out of his eyes, he looked up. His already large violet eyes widen even more and grabbed the man's arm. "Sakuma Ryuichi?! From Nittle Grasper?!"
The man with chocolate brown hair saluted and grinned causing Shuichi to launch himself at the taller Ryuichi. "Wow! I am your biggest, hugest fan ever! Nittle Grasper is so amazing," putting him at arm length, Shuichi looked more serious than he ever had before in his whole life, "you are my inspiration."
Ryuichi smiled easily and cheerfully, "Shindou Shuichi-kun from Bad Luck, ne?"
Shuichi deglomped and blinked, "How--"
A pink bunny popped up, "You're looking for the studios, ne, ne? I am Kamugorou, Shuichi-kun, and the very best-est friend of Ryuichi. Can I be your best-est friend too?" The bunny flopped around before being hugged by Ryuichi. Ryuichi looked up beaming innocently, "Well? Will you be Kamugorou friend Shuichi-kun?" His cerulean eyes observed the pink haired boy patiently.
Shuichi blinked and then laughed out loud, "Of course! Any of Ryuichi's friends do not even have to ask!"
"Yay!" Ryuichi exclaimed merrily. Suddenly, he grabbed Shuichi's arm and began pull him along. "A new best-est friend! For this I will definitely take Shuichi-kun to the studios because I am late too! We can go together because then Seguchi-chan won't fuss as much."
Shuichi almost fell over, "Ah! The meeting!"
Ryuichi waved his other arm making Kamugorou bounce, "It's not far Shuichi-kun." Unexpectedly, Ryuichi stopped abruptly and turned to look at the befuddled singer with a wicked gleam in his blue eyes, "I'll race ya!" Before Shuichi could pull his wits together and answer, the hyper brunette haired singer shot off.
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"La-le-ho!" Shuichi bounded though the white hallways at breakneck speed and ahead of Ryuichi. Laughing without a care, he glance back looking for Ryuichi completely forgetting that if he looked back he would be incapable of looking where he was going. Shuichi couldn't even let out a single squeak as he slammed strait into the person in front of him.
"Where's the idiot who allowed a brat to run through the halls of a workplace?"
Shuichi shook his head to clear it and pushed up against the hard chest beneath his hands to glare at the person under him. Narrowed golden eyes sliced through him, covered slightly by blond locks of short hair. Shuichi's heart lurched and he stared at the golden haired man with bland fascination. A scowl twisted his thin lips that held a glowing cigarette. Suddenly, a seductive smile curled on those lips and he tilted his head forward. Shuichi froze as a large hand cupped his face, and a thumb traced his bottom lip.
"A lovely brat nonetheless," the man murmured absently as he brushed a stray pink strand away.
Swallowing, Shuichi's mind went blank and all he could do was stare at the person under him, his lips slightly parted. The golden eyes of the stranger caressed him with a certain heat that chilled his whole body.
"Shuichi-kun!" Ryuichi rushed around a corner and nearly slammed into a wall. He took in the scene before him in one glance and his smile did not waver. Waving wildly, the overexcited lead singer pointed down the hall to an elevator, "Meeting's this way!"
"Ah," Shuichi started before turning back to the man beneath him. One of his golden eyebrows was cocked and dangerous, lazy smile was less than an inch from his face. The normally chatty artist's mouth went dry.
"As much as I love to have you pressed up against my lower body, let's try standing up if it's not to hard for you," His words were soft, smooth, and husky but at the same time there was an edge to his tone.
Swiftly, Shuichi was yanked up and was hauled towards the elevator by Ryuichi. Shuichi himself on the other hand, could not move on his own; his whole lower body was burning up. Jumping into the elevator, Ryuichi grinned at Shuichi ignoring or oblivious to his friend's inability to stand up. "Floor nine!" he hollered as he jabbed the button and the doors began to close. Without warning a hand kept the doors from closing and the fair-haired haired man stepped in not saying a single word.
Shuichi steeled himself not to look, afraid of staring like he did last time imitating a retarded goldfish. However, he found himself sneaking glances from his place at the stranger's feet. Ryuichi seemed ignorant to it all and was gleefully punching all fifteen of the elevator button, amused as they each lit up. Blankly looking at his reflection in the metal of the elevator he struggled to work up the nerve to ask for the man's name. When he did, he turned and his eyes locked with golden ones, and Shuichi fell into imitating a goldfish once again.
A mocking and cruel smile filled his lips, and a mysterious gleam darkened his eyes. Shuichi's heart did a funny little trick in his chest and then squeezed tightly. Removing a hand from his pocket he slowly squatted and reached out for Shuichi. At first, it looked like he was going to cup his face again and Shuichi's heart sped up in anticipation, but is hand moved lower to the singer's neck. His long fingers indolently brushed Shuichi's neck, and the pink haired boy fell back against the metal wall in surprise. The man looked at Shuichi and smirked; reaching out again this time brushed Shuichi's chest with his hand.
"You have a stray hair," he explained offhandedly, his eyes stating that he was thoroughly lying. Once more, his expert fingers swept Shuichi's chest. "There."
Every nerve in Shuichi's body was on edge and his heart scurried quicker than it had when he had chased after Ryuichi.
"Here!" Ryuichi announced as the elevator dinged and opened on the ninth floor. Ryuichi once again hauled off Shuichi and the man followed behind winking at stunned lead singer.
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If Yuki seems a bit out of character it's because that's how I think he would flirt. Please ignore all the horrible mistakes you find in the writing, my teacher says I am hopeless with grammar. Feel free to drop me a line at yami_yume@hotmail.com or IM me at Xx Yuki Eiri xX. Oh, leave a review about anything and I'll fork over the chapters faster.
