Okay, this is a Gravitation fic in the view of an original character. I don't own Gravitation. ^^ Okay, please review whether you like it or not—please. Thanks for reading!! As well, this is a "Mary Sue" story as people keep rudely reviewing about, so if you're just going to send a review about it sucking because I have original characters in it, go for it. It doesn't bother me. Enjoy. ^^

Prologue: A Chance Meeting

"I can't believe you're doing this to me..." I shoved my sunglasses into place as I was pushed through the door of the karaoke bar unwillingly.

"Well, you should believe it. Because I am. So get used to it!!" My sister was slightly taller than me, with brilliant, shining sapphire eyes, a large difference from my lavender ones. Even though she was younger than me by a year and a half, she overpowered me like an ox. Fighting it was futile.

"Sango, I don't drink!!" I pointed out irritably. "If I'm not going to have any fun, why bring me here?"

She made a tsk sound, as if the reason was so absurdly obvious that I was an idiot for not seeing it sooner. "Didn't you know? I had to fight to get us into here. It's almost impossible!! Everyone awesome and famous comes here!!" She grinned wildly, twirling a a rogue strand of blond hair around her index finger. "Maybe we'll see Ryuichi Sakuma. Wouldn't you just die on the spot?"

"Don't remind me," I mumbled, my face turning a soft shade of pink. Ryuichi—famed lead singer of Nittle Grasper—was a musical genius. Anyone, let alone me, would kill to meet him. Luckily, my gun was hidden in my purse.

"Come on, Reira!! Relax; and try to have a little fun for once in your life!!" Sango abandoned me, skipping out into the crowd. I turned away before I could see her dancing and waving frantically to me. People didn't need to think that I was with her. At all.

I sat down in the corner of the bar. The flashing, techno lights were enough for me to read, and I was glad of that. I pulled my college book from my purse and furrowed my brow, trying desperately to study Pascal's Triangle. I blocked out most of the noise; the music wasn't enough to irritate me, and nobody had bothered to tempt me onto the dance floor.

The thought had hardly crossed my mind, and a shadow suddenly loomed over me. "Hey!! Why are you doing that?"

I looked up to glare at the man, but he was already snatching my algebra book from me. I saw his brow furrow under dark sunglasses, and he scratched his head, quite perplexed. I let my eyes trail over him quickly while he wasn't paying attention to me. He had dark brown hair cut in nice, shaggy layers, and I couldn't see his eye color. I bit my lip, trying to keep my expression neutral.

"What is this?" he asked, finally giving up on deciphering the math. "I can't understand it at all!!"

"It's math," I said, a little confused that he didn't know what it was.

"Oh." This upset the highly attractive stranger. He nodded a little before he abruptly grabbed my hand, yanking me to my feet. The book was tossed onto the bar without a second thought. I tried to fight him, but he was somehow able to drag me into the dancing crowd. I looked around, feeling the sensation of being a fish out of water.

"Dance with me!!" he said energetically, spinning me around at random. "Dancing's fun!! It'll help you get those funny numbers out of your head!!"

"I want them in my head," I tried to explain. "I have to go to college...."

"Why?" By now, he was doing some random thing with his arms, flailing them about like a sprinkler. I glanced around, making sure that not everyone was doing this, ensuring I wasn't insane.

"I have to get a job," I said, willing him to understand.

He didn't. "Why!!??" He found it quite extraordinary that I was even considering a job.

"If I don't get a job, how will I make a living?" I countered.

"You should sing." Of that, he was determined.

"I can't—"

"Sure you can!! It's easy!!" Next thing I knew, he was pulling me off the dance floor, toward the stage.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no... Now I really fought against him, but he was adamant. I shoved my heels into the ground, leaving behind me a trail of smoke and the nasty smell of burnt rubber.

"We wanna sing a duet!! Something mushy and romantic!!" Ryuichi told the DJ.

"Wait a minute!!" I protested. "I can't sing!! I sound like nails on a chalkboard!!"

"Su---------ure 'ya do!!" Ryuichi laughed, handing me a microphone. "Trust me!!"

So I did trust him. Against all my better judgment, I trusted this stranger, and I sang a duet with him. I vowed never to do it again as long as I was breathing, but for one slim moment, I let go. When I did, I was happy. Singing with him was...strange, foreign. I'd never experienced anything like it before that moment.

I wanted to experience it again.

"See? That wasn't so hard was it?" The stranger was pulling me off the stage again. I felt too flustered to move Some inner part of me was screaming at myself for committing such an act of treachery. The other part, however, was pumping more and more adrenaline into my veins and screaming, "LET'S DO IT AGAIN!!!"

I felt so conflicted.

"No, I guess it wasn't..." I glanced over at him. "Hey, your voice sounds really familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" It was nagging in the back of my head. I knew his voice. It was more familiar to me than breathing. What was it, though...?

"Nope. I don't think so." The stranger glanced at a blond with a pony-tail who was passing by us, and a pout formed on his lips. Then, he looked back at me, grinning largely. "I have to go!! I hope I can sing with you again!!!"

"Wait--" It was about to click in. I could feel it. I tried to take a hold of his arm, but he swiftly maneuvered away from me, melting into the large crowd of faces. I backed up a little, trying to get back to my seat. I ended up running right into Sango, who fell flat on her face.

"OUCH!! I'm telling Shuichi!!" she threatened.

"I'm not afraid of Shindou. Did you happen to see that guy I was with?"

"Him? Oh, no I didn't. Didn't he sound like Ryuichi, though? That was amazing!! I never knew you could sing like that..."

I missed everything else she said as the final piece of the puzzle snapped into place. The hair, the voice...It had to be him. I sang with Ryuichi Sakuma!! I felt like ripping my eyes out and making a mask out of them. How could I do that to myself?? How could I not recognize him...

That bothered me for a few days. I walked around the house like a zombie, or so Sango claimed (which must've frightened her, for she tried several methods of vanquishing me before she locked herself in her bedroom). It wasn't until three days later that I realized how life-changing that experience actually had been.

I answered a knock at the door, finding Tohma Seguchi on my doorstep. "Miss Reira Takahiro?? I am Tohma Seguchi. You and I need to have a word concerning Ryuichi Sakuma."

Oh no. I was being sued for letting him do the Sprinkler in public!! Kill me now...

"Ryuichi is to be going overseas to America soon. After your meeting in the clubhouse, he decided that he wasn't going unless you went there with him. I know it's a lot to ask, but you apparently made quite an impression on him. You will be payed as his assistant. I promise you that the money will be good," Tohma explained, his sharp, sapphire gaze watching me. If I had a muscle spasm, he would catch it.

I swallowed, turning my eye to my feet. America? With Ryuichi Sakuma? Would I live through it? Did I honestly want to go?

There was no questioning it.

The moment I nodded I sealed my fate forever. I knew life wouldn't be the same. Somehow, seeing Ryuichi jump out of the car with squeals of excitement, I wanted that change to happen soon. It was in that moment that I realized how in love with him I actually was.

Okay, that's it for now. Please review; I really, really like reviews. *nervous laughter* So, thanks for reading, and I'll put the first chapter up soon!!