Title: Fury
Summary: Someone is planning a plot against Tohma. Will he be able to survive it? XD
Disclaimer: I'm still not rich, therefore I obviously don't own Gravitatiion.
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Track 01: Changing Lanes
Shift.
A red car, particularly a Mercedes model, was wheeling fast across the winding freeway. It must be running a hundred or so kilometers as it shifted smoothly from lane to lane allowing the cars ahead of it to give way to the raging auto.
How fast and furious the car was is just the exact opposite of the driver inside it. A man in his early thirties, wearing a rather stylish and trendy coat, materialized a perfect icon of sanity and solitude. Being a natural blonde blessed with green eyes, one can assume that he belonged to the elites or the upper class. He's proud to say that he's the master of his fate and time. He is coordinated and well-disciplined in both his business works and career as a musician.
He has claimed the title of being one of the most powerful men in the city, having owned a production company that he had established long after he and his band mates had broken up almost 3 years ago. He is almost at the top of everything and he's happy with it. No… he loves it, seeing how powerful his influence is and how it easily controls and manipulates the people around him.
And yet another opportunity in his career as the creative synthesizer of his band had sparked up. He and his band mates decided to rebuild Nittle Grasper, whose fame and success is still unsurpassable up to now due to their record-breaking history of selling 20,000,000 album copies in just two days.
But things won't be easy as they have been before; they now have Badluck as one of their rivals. This amateur band of three promising young men is the rising sibling of his NG Corporation, and they have been showing a lot of talent lately being in the rank #16 of Japan's J-pop hit chart.
But number one is still number one. Badluck has to try something more unique and different to surpass Nittle Grasper.
Shift.
He yanked the wheel as he accelerated into a yet another break-neck speed when his phone suddenly rang.
"Hello?"
"Tohma! Where the hell are you?! We've been waiting here for about an hour! Where are you planning to get here anyway?!"
Shift.
"Ah Noriko-san. Gomenasai. I had a late paperwork to sign at yesterday night. I didn't realize the time. I overslept."
"Well, you better-"
The voice of the woman was suddenly cut off by a rather funny child-like one.
"Nah Tohma-san! You're late! Kumagorou is starting to get bored! Na-no-da!"
Shift.
"Ne Ryuichi, I'll be there in a minute ok? Just wait for me both of you and…"
Tohma realized that he was actually speaking to no one. He could hear over the background of the other line the furious brawling of Noriko and the loud sobs and taunting of Ryuichi. Tohma smiled as he hang up the phone. There's no use of talking to both of them in that chaotic kind of state.
He accelerated the car even more and was about to turn around the corner when his phone gave another ring. Expecting the caller to be Ryuichi, he answered the phone buoyantly.
"I said I'll be there in a-"
"Seguchi Tohma."
Shift.
Tohma's smile slowly faded on his face. The voice doesn't belong to Ryuichi and surely not to Noriko. The voice is rather hushed and low. In fact, he's having a hard time recognizing if the voice belonged to a man or a woman. He stared at the number in his phone screen. He's not familiar with it either. It doesn't belong to any of his friends or colleagues, or even one of his business partners.
"Who's this?" he asked seriously over the line.
"…"
"I said who's this?"
"…"
Shift.
There was still no answer. The only thing he could hear on the other line was the scattered breaths of the caller. He thought of hanging up but decided of a better plan. He was just about to say something when suddenly the voice replied.
"You're going to pay."
It took time before Tohma realized that he's about to crash to a black Corolla in front of him. He tugged the wheel hard but it was too late. The two cars collided with each other sending scrapes of metal into the air.
It was a direct hit and the damage was great. Tohma could see that the hood of his car was in total wreck. But miraculously, he wasn't hurt. He didn't have any serious injuries at all other than a cut in the cheek, that he supposed he had gotten when a metal nicked him in the face.
But he couldn't care less. In fact, he was only half-aware of the incident. His mind is particularly troubled with the call he had just received. He leaned back in his car seat, staring unblinkingly at his phone.
Who the heck was that? He asked himself. Not that he should worry about it, he got security and everything but it troubles him. He didn't take advantage of anyone or abused anyone, well, physically speaking. He got no enemies, does he?
He sat there thinking for about 5 minutes when suddenly a police officer approached him by the window.
"Sir, are you alright?" A rather pale and weak-looking man in his twenties asked him nervously.
This brought him back from his thoughts. He could hear sirens of police cars outside. Then he stared at the policeman. If it hasn't been for the accident, he would have been laughing now. The policeman looked as if he had seen a ghost. Tohma feared that he might just faint outside his car anytime now. Instead, he answered him courteously with his trademark smile.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you."
He stepped out of his car and saw the vast crowd of people gathered behind the police yellow line, whispering to each other. The ones at the back were tiptoeing so they could see what's happening at the front. He heard the people gasp at the sight of him and it was followed momentarily by the excited squeals of the lady members of the mob.
Ignoring this, Tohma, accompanied by the pale policeman, approached the owner of the Corolla, who, Tohma saw, was awfully covered with blood, and was currently being attended to by two medical doctors. He continued to walk to their direction when he was suddenly halted by yet, another medical nurse.
"Excuse me, sir. Before you talk to them, we need to check you up first for injuries."
"No, I'm okay. Thank you."
"But sir…"
Tohma gave the man a ferocious glare which made the poor guy jump back by the harshness of it.
"I'm fine, really." He allowed his glare fade into another smile. "I'm just in a kind of hurry, you know."
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Author's Notes:
Bah… this is my first fic. Please be gentle. Heh. Chapter 2 is in progress. I'll just post it up after I see the reactions of the readers so please leave a message. It'll be my pleasure.
Edited on April 21, 2008