DISCLAIMER: Gavitation isn't mine...but I'll take Tatsuha whenever he's up for grabs xD
SUMMARY: Tatsuha is given a journal from Tohma. He doesn't know what it is, or how to use it, or any of the such. When he looks inside, he finds it has rules. Rules? Now, why would a journal have rules? you just have to write stuff, right? Dismissing it, he tosses the book aside and says that diaries are for girls. But over time, he can't help but feel a longing to read it, to write in it...There's a title for it. 20 pages.
A/N: Angst, shonen-ai, literacy...fun? xD
Pairings: Mostly Ryu/Tat. But there's hints of so many other pairings. Tat/Shu affection, Yu/Shu, Hiro/Shu affection, just for a sample
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Chapter One: Rules and Laws
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Gentle padding and slushing could be heard on the ground of the sidewalk as a tall male strolled the streets. Slender, ivory toned fingers brushed away silken strands of hair colored like a moonless night, from eyes that were mischeivious and narrow, full of boredom and laughter, the color of polished jet stones. A gentle sigh of contempt slid past thin, pale lips that twisted themselves into a harmless smirk. The face that all these features held was longish and slightly pointed at the end, handsome in all ways. Perfect ears, covered over in fluffy black earmuffs, cheeks slightly flushed and nose red from the cool winter air.
"It's nice out today." He commented aloud, to no one, looking up at the pale blue sky, dotted with grey clouds. The sun was shining brightly, turning the fluffy white snow in slush and mush. His boots were thick and would not easily have a hole worn through it, so it was no worries walking through the slush. The breeze wrapped around him, playing with his scarf, crudly wrapped around his neck, loose so his neck was exposed. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his baggy black wind breaker, and stared down at the wet ends of his jeans.
I wonder why Tohma called to NG...He thought gently. Maybe he's finally going to let me see Ryuichi? For a brief moment, his heart fluttered at the thought. But the thought was short lived. Just because his birthday was near, even though it was almost his eighteenth birthday (finally the age in which he could drink and such legally, even if he was soon graduating highschool, and going into Tokyo Univercity (took after his brother, and had alot of book smarts despite he acted, Tohma wasn't going to be special with him. The blonde never was.
Tatsuha vaguley remembered the reason he was walking to NG studios, and not riding his precious bike, leather-gloves hands tightly grasping the handles, helmet off so he could feel the frosty wind tousling his hair, caressing his cheeks.
Oh right. Eiri 'confinscated' it. Meaning, his language, he had probably given it to Mika, to 'confinscate' it. meaning, in her language, burn it then spread it's ashes over the river. Why? well, it wasn't Tatsuha's fault he'd been exhausted. It wasn't Tatsuha's fault Shuichi was drunken after a party with Hiroshi from a good recording session. And it wasn't Tatsuha's fault The two idiots wanted to ride his bike. And it wasn't Tatsuha's fault he was to tired to even know he was saying yes. And it was deffinatly NOT Tatsuha's fault they crashed into the police station.
And being the rightful owner of the vehicle, he had complete responsiblity for lending the ride out to two drunks. Of course, that meant Tatsuha would be the one paying for damages. For both the station, a police car's right side door, and his bike. Of course, though, in the morning, Tatsuha chided Shuichi and Hiro both in what they did. God, I sounded like my father. But honestly, at five a.m., with your own hangover, having to be called by the police about what some idiot crashed into their building, and being bluntly handed the cost of damage, was not a good morning starter. And he was not impressed.
Now he knew how his older brother felt.
Of course, Shuichi had sobbed and agreed to pay what Eiri would let him in damage.
Tatsuha easily opened the doors of the building, and smiled wrly. He was walking through these doors safely. Without security pressing him for ID, without being immediatly kicked out, without crawling through an air vent, or dressing up as a plumber.
Tatsuha strode down the halls, remvoing his earmuffs, and stopped in front of the elevators. He pressed the up button, and waited. When the door opened, who could only be there but Shuichi, Hiro, and Fujisaki? Groaning gently, Tatsuha smacked his forehead, and trudged in, pressed his floor number, and waited.
"Oi, Oi, Tatsuha-san!" Shuichi grinned, bouncing up and down. "I've got you a present."
"Is it a new bike?" Tatsuha questioned, cocking an eyebrow. Okay, he wasn't in the best of moods. He was probably in one of his not-good moods at all. One of Yuki's moods. Tatsuha had almost even mastered the cold-hearted glare the blonde author presented people with mostly all the time. Sometimes Shuichi was given rare exceptions, though, and got to see the rare half-smile.
The pink-haired pop-idol had his bright smile fade a bit, and laughed slightly nervously. "Ne, I'm sorry, Tatsuha...we weren't thinking...and no, it isn't a new bike...but Hiro and I but your old one in the shop/ We're getting it repaired for you!" The smaller-framed boy retained his good cheer and waited for some sort of praising reply from the monk. Unlike Yuki, Tatsuha was calm and welcoming, from years of hard training and the sort of life he lead. If only a hint of Tatsuha's kindness could rub off on Yuki, life could be perfect.
"Hmmm..." Tatsuha knew he couldn't stay mad at the older boy for long, and ruffled his hair, smirking. "I guess it's all right. Must've been hell getting it from Yuki, though." He swore Yuki would going to get rid of it. Like Tatsuha lectured Hiroshi and Shuichi, Yuki lectured his younger brother about why when people ask you things when you're not listening, just say no, kick 'em out, then go back to sleep. Then ask them what happened in the morning.
"Sort of...But I managed! By the way, Tatsuha-san...I heard you were getting an apartment here?" The bouncy singer questioned.
"Yeah, but only for school." He shrugged, closing his eyes. "I actually think being a monk wouldn't be that bad. It's all I've been doing my entire life, it's what I'm best at..." The midnight spheres opened up again. "And unless Mika starts popping out heirs for both the Seguchi fortune, and the Uesugi temple, I'm gonna be stuck a monk for a while."
Shuichi blinked, then raised an eyebrow. "So you're not here to see Ryuichi-chan?" It almost completely shocked him. Tatsuha, not wanting to see the innocent Nittle Grasper lead singer. "At all? Cause...why're you here, anyways?"
Tatsuha laughed good-naturedly. "Well, I'm his biggest fan. How could I not want to be here for him? But that's not it. Sure, I'm planning to see the Nittle Grasper concert tomorrow, but that's not why I'm here at NG. Tohm invited me." This caused a frown to crease his lips, and the elevator doors dinged open at his floor. "Ja ne, Shuichi!" He waved, smiled, and exited down the hall to Tohma Seguchi's office. Pushing open the doo catiously, he stepped in.
The aquamarine-eyed, blonde haired president set down some papers he was holding and looked up at Tatsuha. "Ohayo, Tatsuha. I see that you've been able to make it. Sit, please."
Obeidiantly, the raven-haired teenager sat down in a squishy armchair set across from Tohma, on the other side of his desk. "What do you want, Seguchi?" He asked bluntly, looking around the room with boredom written all over his face. He hated it when Tohma played this pleasent crap instead of just getting right to the point.
Tohma frowned gently, but obliged. If Tatsuha wasn't going to play polite greetings, there wasn't a changing his mind with sweet words. The boy must be haviung a bad day. "Well, alright Tatsuha. I've decided to surprise you with an early birthday present. I know you're know turning eighteen in another week or so, but when I say this, I thought it would be perfect...and I'm afraid that It simply couldn't wait." Smirking slyly, the president slid a thin book towards him. It was dark blue, with his name printed across in dark purple letters, italic and neatly done.
"A book?" Tatsuha picked it up. "A notebook?" He was questioning Tohma's reasons for getting him this. Tatsuha wasn't so in with his creative writing class, or even writing at all. Which would come as a shock for who his brother is. Tatsuha did like reading though, but not diaries or notes or anything like that.
"It's a journal." Tohma corrected, still smirking, obviously pleased with the present he had given to the boy. "Go ahead, open it."
Tatsuha had a suspicious look glazed over his eyes, and carefully opened it. The inside read "20 Pages" in some fancy font, and under the bold title, were a list of rules. "Rules? To write in some diary? You've gone insane Seguchi. Diaries are for girls." He snapped the book shut, but put it in his backpack in spite of his words. "But I'll take it, Seguchi. Just to humor you." Then the teenager stood up, and left, leaving the president who leaned back in his chair.
"Ah, Tatsuha. This is way more to just humor me."
But Tatsuha had already left.
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Later on, Tatsuha was lounging on Yuki's couch, bag beside the coffee table, T.V. switched on for the teen's personal enjoyment. It was a test tape, of the new music video the band had made. It shouldn't be realesed till someitime in March, but this was the glory of having friends who knew Nittle Grasper.
His bag slipped from it's upright position, from leaning against the table to flat on the floor. Tatsuha blinked, and stared at it for the longest time. His fingers slowly extended to pick up one of Eiri's pens, rejected on the coffee table beside a coaster. Slowly, he then picked up the bag, and brought it to his lap, sitting cross-legged on the couch. He unzipped the bag, and reached in.
He pulled out some homework, a schedulae of marriage ceremonies and funerals for when he got home, school scheduales, three NG CD's, a poster of Ryuichibought recently, some magazines, money, and then the journal.
He didn't know what was compelling him to write in it, but he felt like he just...had to. May I pray to Buddah that I don't become a pissy romance novelist after I write in this. He thought, smiling, then opened the page. It read something like:
Rules and Laws.
Dear Tatsuha. Honestly he found it creepy his name was on the book, as well as in it. Almost like it was specially made for him.
Before
writing in this book, there are things you must know. Every
entry can only be one page long. You must write everyday after
reading these rules. This shouldn't be long. There is only
twenty pages. Therefor, it should take not only five minutes of your
time to write in it for the next twenty days. If you do not
oblige, the fortune table will be turned to bad fortune. (see fig
A)
If
you do as told, the table will continue into Good Fortune. When
the entire book is done being written in, take out every single page
you've written in. Only one for each day. Take the pages, and burn
them. Spread the ash over either your favourite place to be, your
favourite person or thing. Then your Good Fortune will stay
forever. Do not fallow the last rules, Bad Fortune will stay
forever. May you have luck.
And besides.
What could writing in a diary hurt at all?
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TBC
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