Disclaimer: Gravi does not belong to me, unfortunately

Author's notes: Hallo!! This happens to be my very first fic so.... be nice readers and PLEASE review. I'm really sorry for the errors in this fic and I hope that it was worth your read. By the way, "..." = dialogue, '...' = thoughts and italics = flashbacks. Enjoy

The Past, Present And Future

Mika silently glanced up at the majestic grand-father clock which stood at the corner of the room. '5 a.m. ........ Great...' Mika thought sarcastically. Well..... technically she shouldn't be worried too much. He IS the supreme president of N.G. Recordings. He IS the keyboardist of the smash-hit band, Nittle Grasper. So... why should she, Mika Uesugi, wife of Tohma Seguchi be worried. ' I rarely see him anyway....' She thought silently.

'Rarely??' she thought sarcastically. Mika chuckled. ' It's more like an annual meeting kinda thing. Is it even considered as rarely?' She swore, if they didn't live in the same house, Tohma wouldn't even know that she existed. Her thoughts suddenly jumped to the first time she actually met her spouse with her own two eyes.......

*Flashback*


" What do you mean betrothed??!!!" screamed a young woman of around 16 years of age.

" I mean exactly what I mean." replied an old balding monk with a sharp edge to his voice.

" Care to explain this to me again?? This time a little bit more slower??"

" As I said about a million times before, your responsibility in this family is to get married off to a well respected family to bring our shrine honour"

" So, in short, I'm a hooker?!!" screamed the woman in disgust.

" I never said that!"

" Ohhh... you sure meant enough, otousan" her voice dripping with venom.

" All I meant is, that you get married of to a well respected family unlike your brothers who are the heirs of this shrine."

" I have no time for men. Useless piece of thrash. Lower form of humankind. An embarrasment to all homosapiens!!" she replied in agony.

" I'm sure you didn't mean that right?? " asked a pleasant voice.

" I mean what I said!! And don't you dare give me that oh-so-pleasant-and-cute-voice-so-that-i-will-change-my-mind kind of thing. I have no time for such rubbish!" while giving her father the death glare.

Her father cringed at the sight of the LOOK. It just plainly said, DON'T MESS WITH ME RIGHT NOW. ' She reminds me of you, Honey.' Her father thought silently, not daring enough to voice it out. He just shook his head and pointed to a tall blonde man leaning against the door frame conviniently situated behind the otousan.

Mika just glared at the new-comer as he smiled oh so pleasantly away. " Who the hell are you? Get out.. NOW!!" It was actually more of an order rather than a question to everyone else. But, obviously, this stranger is unlike everyone else. He just stood his ground and answered the question in a calm demeanor. " I'm Tohma Seguchi. Nice to meet you. May I compliment you on your wonderful work cheering up this old shrine. It was an absolute disaster when I came to visit last time." This so-and-so named Tohma Seguchi started to walk towards her with an arm extended.

Mika just stared at him dumbfounded while the information was still trying to process itself in her overly confused brain. Tohma glanced down at his hand in a hinting manner. " Umm... you're suppose to shake it." Mika was plucked out of her reverie and slammed back to reality as she took the strangers hand. She stared at his form of attire in odd concentration. Well.... who wouldn't considering that he was sporting an orange coloured shirt that looked oddly like Tatsuha's pyjama top, normal black slacks, an eye glaring shiny pair of black executive shoes and to top it of, a fur trimmed overcoat with some feathers splashed at the hems that hanged loosely on his shoulders. Not forgetting the weird black hat that looks quite similar to an artist's barrete. Plus, his soft and delicate hands look like they could be broken into half if held too tightly.

With the all too weird attire, only the black slacks and executive shoes screamed normality while the rest just plainly said 'PIMP'.........

A laughter erupted from her chest. " This is the guy I'm suppose to marry?" Mika spoke from sheer humour. Tohma just smiled away as usual while the monk just looked at his daughter quizzically and replied. "Umm......Yes??" his voice dripping with uncertainty. The room boomed yet again with Mika's obviously loud laughter.

A little sob was heard at the entrance of the room. "Mika ne-chan?? Why are you laughing like that?" Mika's laughter stopped as she gave her little brother a quizzical look. Tatsuha's eyes widened as he gasped " Oh no!! What did you do to Mika ne-chan?? You....you shape-shifting alien from Planet Mars!!" Tatsuha wailed away while throwing his drool stained pillow at te so-called shape-shifting alien from Planet Mars which obviously missed its target. Mika approached her brother as he crouched down and crawled away into a corner almost tripping on the hem of his pyjama pants.

An obvious change was seen in Mika's facial expression as the rage and sarcasm all ebbed away being replaced by innocent humour and pity for her little brother. "You've been watching late night horror movies with Eiri haven't you?" kindness evident in her voice.

Tatsuha's eyes almost popped out of their socket as he flunged his arms around Mika's neck and tangled her hair around his tiny fingers. Tatsuha nuzzled his head at the crook of Mika's neck and mumbled something inaudible to ordinary human ears. Knowing Mika, she's no ordinary human being with ordinary human capabilities. Instead, she replied softly in her brother's ears "I would have kicked their butt's before they take me to their mother ship." Tatsuha pulled away slightly to look into his sister's eyes. "Really??" Mika just nodded in reply.

Tohma stood there in admiration for the young woman standing in front of him. 'Finally, Father actually did something right' he thought silently. As Mika began to walk away with her brother in her arms ever-so-securely, Tohma voiced out "I'm glad that you think my voice is cute. By the way, don't worry too much about me being betrothed to you. I didn't plan it. But......" he stopped. Tohma walked towards her and whispered in her ear " I'll be back.....Don't worry." Mika just rolled her eyes. "I'll be waiting oh so eagerly" replied Mika, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm glad you feel the same" he replied as he strutted down the hallway towards the exit.

"Who was that?" spoke a voice coming from the dark corner. "I see that you're up quite late. Writing again?" Mika spoke to the open air without even turning around to see who it was. "May....be" Eiri stiffled a yawn. Mika's eyes soften as........

*End of flashback*

Mika scrambled onto her two feet as she heard the lock turn. She immediately jogged towards the door and opened it in haste. Tohma's eyes widened slightly and smiled as he realised that it was only his wife.

"Were you waiting for me, Mika-san?" Tohma asked with a jovial smile on his face.

'There's no way I'm going to admit that.' With that, Mika rolled her eyes and raked her brain for an excuse. 'Excuse, excuse, excuse....' she chanted in her head mentally.

Tohma looked at her, waiting for an answer. "I'm going out!" came an arupt reply. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid...' she chanted mentally in her head yet again. Tohma looked at her once again and let out a small tired chuckle. "Oh...I suppose the nightgown is a new trend in the latest fashion industry, Mika-san?" he replied cheerfully. Mika turned beet red as Tohma voiced the question out. She just stood aside letting Tohma in the house.

"Ok...fine..I..I..was w.w..waiting for you." she spluttered out. "Thank you for being so caring, Mika-san." whispered Tohma as he allowed himself a small hug from Mika. Although no strangers were in the house, Tohma never let his emotions be etched on his face. His face either remained as neutral as ever or the smiling facade he often wears as a mask.

Mika patted her husband's back as he pulled away. "I just got back from Eiri's. Apparently, he has healed from the fever thanks to the bird's nest soup you made for him, Mika-san.". 'Formalities yet again. Why can't you just call me Mika just like you call Eiri?' Mika thought briefly.

"That's great. I'm glad the soup helped.". She felt a pang of jealousy towards her little brother. 'Little?? Maybe not.'

A flash of Eiri's scowling face passed her mind like a bolt of lightning. "Would you like some dinner?". Mika's eyes glanced up to see a smiling Tohma wearing an pink apron while holding a spatula in his right hand. Mika just smiled in return and approached Tohma quietly.

"It's almost 6 in the morning. Dinner was over a long time ago." Tohma glanced at the clock and grinned sheepishly. Mika shook her head and replied "Why don't you sleep for a moment while I fix breakfast?" Although the words held kindness, they still carried authourity and shall not tolerate a refusal of any sort.

Tohma just nodded fearing the concequences of Mika-san wrath. With that, Tohma entered his bedroon which was promptly next to Mika's. Although they were married for a couple of years already, they still didn't feel a heated passion towards each other. Thus resulting in a separate bedroom order.

The lights went off after a few minutes. Mika was still stirring the boiling pot of spaggeti to be served as breakfast.

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More author's notes: Before I forget, I'll be alternating between the past and the present for this fic. Note the freaky title. Anyway, thanks a lot for reading. Don't forget to post your reviews. I don't really mind flames though.