Disclaimer- I don't own Gravitation obviously

-Chapter One-

Shuichi Shindou wiggled in his seat in front of the lighted mirror. His make-up artist as she, once again, had to wipe away a line caused by the singer's movement.

"Mr. Shindou," she requested as politely as she could manage with her losing patience "Would it be too much trouble for you to sit still while I finish? I'm almost done." Shuichi moaned in annoyance. The make-up artist merely rolled her eyes. Shuichi did stay still with a grunted "Fine." But as soon the make-up artist said they were done Shuichi launched himself out of his chair.

"BAD LUCK FOREVER!" he yelled to the air. He raised his arms above his head, pulling his tight black half-shirt even tighter across his small frame.

"Excited much?" Hiro asked with a smirk looking up from his guitar.

"How could I not be?!" Shuichi laughed. "We're on tour, about to go on stage; we're in America and best of all..." Shuichi's eyes lit up with pure love and ecstasy "EIRI'S HERE!" The singer squealed and pranced about the room. He was singing and giggling when K arrived in the room.

"What's up Shuichi?" he asked eyeing the boy spinning around the room.

"OH EIRI!" Shuichi sang, completely and utterly ignoring K, but he squeaked when K grabbed his collar and threw and arm around him in a mock choke.

"What's up?" K asked again, still grinning. Shuichi floundered still trying to sing but finding it quite difficulty because of the chokehold.

"K," Hiro said, turning back to his guitar "Shuichi's turning blue."

"So he is," K commented releasing Shuichi from his hold and looking down expectantly.

"I'm just so excited!" cried Shuichi massaging his neck.

"Good! Keep it up and get out there you're on in five."

"Okay!" Shuichi said and ran out of the room. Hiro got to his feet more slowly than his hyperactive friend.

"This shows going to be good if he has this much energy," the red-head remarked with an amused shake of his as he followed Shuichi.

"HURRY UP!" called Shuichi who was already down the hall.

"Wrong way stupid," Hiro called back, heading in the opposite direction into the wing of the stage.

"Oh..." muttered Shuichi racing after his friend.

Eiri Yuki looked down at his watch: Shuichi would be on stage any minute. Eiri was standing in the wing of the stage where he always was before one of Shuichi's concerts. He had been with Shuichi as and official could for four years now, not including the rocky start. Even though Shuichi had insisted that Eiri didn't have to come, his eyes had positively BEGGED him to come. Eiri chucked as he thought back to that conversation. The writer was brought abruptly brought out of his reminiscing state as someone small slammed into him.

"Eiri!" he said as he glomped his love. The older man grunted but hugged him back all the same.

"Good luck," he whispered, planting a chaste kiss on Shuichi's expectant lips. This is what they always did before a big concert. Shuichi claimed that the hug and kiss gave him more power. Eiri released Shuichi and gave him a small push towards the stage.

"Knock 'em dead," he added. Shuichi nodded, turning abruptly and running out onto the stage. His entrance was actually from the back of the stage, the lights only focusing on him as he neared the edge of the stage. Eiri watched as the singer closed his eyes, feeling the music. His eyes slid open as they normal boyish quality they had was replaced by one of seriousness and focus as he began to sing. The song was one of his hits, a fast, upbeat pace allowed Shuichi quite a bit of movement and he was really getting into it. Eiri just grinned and leaned against the wall, enjoying the way those tight leather pants looked on his baka.

"Congratulations on another successful concert!" shouted Sakano, Bad Luck's producer.

"Of course," Shuichi boasted "Our shows are always successful."

"But really, Shuichi, did we have to do three encores, and what about that fan who got mobbed after YOU threw your coat into the audience? How many times have you been told NOT to do that?" asked a very cross Suguro,

"B-but..." Shuichi protested, tears pricking at his eyes "I can't remember everything. I was on stage and in the moment, I won't do it again I promise!"

"Well as long as you understand," Hiro assured the, now, sobbing singer on the shoulder. "By the way where's Yuki-san?" That brightened Shuichi immediately; as almost any mention of his lover did.

"I don't know," he replied, once again crest-fallen. "He wasn't backstage like he usually is..." Shuichi's eyes widened in panic "What if someone kidnapped him again!?! What if my Yuki is in the trunk of someone's car waiting patiently for me to save him or..."

"Or, he could be taking a call from his editor," Yuki cut in from the doorway.

"Eiri!!!" Shuichi squealed, hugging the writing furiously. "Where did you go? I was worried when you weren't there."

"Mizuki called to tell me she received the manuscript I sent her, that's all. I couldn't hear above the music, so I stepped outside for a moment."

"Oh," Shuichi blushed as he realized he had panicked over nothing... again.

"Baka," Eiri grinned. Shuichi gazed up at him with intense, bright eyes. Hiro loudly cleared his throat. The two jumped, reminded that there were people in the room. Yuki took a cigarette and lit it out habit. Shuichi turned to the rest of the room. K started informing him of all the things that would happen tomorrow but Shuichi wasn't listening. He could get the details from Hiro later. He let his mind wander; first focusing on the warmth emanating from Yuki, then the post adrenaline rush from singing, and eventually landing on one of the more mysterious thoughts: a phone call.

This call had been received only a week ago and was still bugging Shuichi, though it had been dismissed by everyone else. Shuichi had gotten a message of someone singing Bad Luck's debut song. This would not have been unusual had it not been on his private line. That worried him. Only his band mates, Tohma, Ryuichi, and Eiri had that number so he didn't see how a random fan could have gotten it. He was brought back to the present by a touch on his shoulder. It was Yuki. Shuichi looked around to find everyone staring at him.

"Huh?"

"Something wrong?" Hiro asked his tone concerned. "You were miles away." Shuichi blushed violently and shook his head.

"Nope, everything's fine. Just tired from the show." This seemed to convince everyone as they were all tired as well.

"Then I guess that's all for today!" K said cheerfully "And Shuichi, this time, please don't bug your bodyguard too much hmm? He's there to protect you from rabid fans, not serve you hand and foot." With that, K left, taking Hiro, Fugisaki, and Sakano with him.

"Ready to go Shu?" asked Eiri holding back a yawn. Shuichi nodded and followed Eiri to the car.

The bodyguard Shuichi had been warned about was standing at attention beside the care when Yuki and Shuichi reached it. He wore all black and had on the most stoic expression Shuichi had ever seen. He was tempted to imitate it, but one look from Yuki told him he had better keep the expression to himself. The bodygaurd opened the backdoor without a word and allowed the two to get in. Once inside the door slammed and seconds later, the car started.

Shuichi looked up into golden eyes. He scooted over to snuggled up to Eiri, forcibly pushing his way into Eiri's arms and resting his head on his love's warm chest. The singer sighed contentedly as strong arms snaked around his waist and a head rested on his. It felt so natural to be held by Eiri, so soothing. Shuichi soon found himself dozing off. He was completely asleep when his phone began to ring. Yuki heard the phone ring and ignored it, getting it would mean moving, and moving would mean waking up Shuichi.

'Shu getting sleep is more important than some dumb call,' he decided silently. It was true. Shuichi was so sleep-deprived even if he didn't act it. Eiri almost felt it was his duty to see that Shuichi took care of himself. 'Dumb brat won't if I don't make sure.'

The phone call forgotten Eiri tightened his hold and the car ride continued in peace.

Eiri finally woke Shuichi when they reached the hotel that they were staying in.

"Shuichi!" Eiri said shaking Shuichi awake. Shuichi grumbled and just clung even more. "Shu!" Eiri said more forcefully "Wake up!"

"No, Eiri, wake me up later," the sleeping man mumble burying his face into Eiri's shirt front once more. Yuki rolled his eyes but scooped up Shuichi nonetheless.

"You're a real pain, you damn brat," he growled. Shuichi smiled in his sleep. 'Damnit' thought Eiri gazing down at Shuichi's sleeping from and followed the bodygaurd to the hotel room. 'I'd drop his scrawny ass if he didn't look so damn cute right now' the writer didn't even notice they had gotten to their room until the bodygaurd was escorting him into it.

Eiri took Shuichi to the bed and plunked him onto it. Shuichi mumbled and turned over but didn't wake up. Eiri changed into bed clothes and turned out the lights, and then he climbed into bed beside Shuichi. Even in his sleep Shuichi clung to his lover.

"Good night, baka," Eiri whispered, kissing his lover on the cheek and tucking them both into bed.