Untitled

A Gravitation fic

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC and ideas.

--

I'm baaaaaaaaack! Read my profile to learn more about my serious disease na no da! Anyways, enjoy!

--

Ryuichi Sakuma glanced around the large office. Two members of Bad Luck, Shuichi Shindou and Hiroshi Nakano, sat eating strawberry pocky. His mangaer, K, stood nearby talking to the president of NG, and keyboardist of Nittle Grasper, Tohma Seguchi. Ryuichi sighed. Boring, boring, and more boring. Everyone looked up in shock as the door slammed against the wall. A woman stood there, glaring into the room. "Milan!"

The blonde stalked into the office. Her gaze was set on Ryuichi. "Milan, I--" His words were cut off as she slapped him hard on his cheek. "No call? Nothing? You just move back to Japan?!" she asked angerily in Japanese. Her eyes glimmered with anger and hurt. "Why, Ryuichi? You didn't even tell me!" Milan cried, switching to English. Shuichi and Hiro stared cluelessly at the scene. Tohma raised a hand to intervene, but K stopped him, shaking his head quietly. Milan glared at Ryuichi, the tears flowing freely over her cheeks. Ryuichi gasped as her body was racked with sobs.

The quiet noise was cut off as he pressed his lips to hers. He pulled back, keeping his face close. "I never meant to hurt you.." he whispered, wiping a tear from her face. She met his gaze for a few seconds before the sobs escaped her lungs, and she buried her face in his chest, staining his jacket with her tears. Ryuichi held her close, brushing her hair off her face. The others in the room watched quietly. "What's going on?" Shuichi whispered. "Ryu didn't tell her he was coming back to Japan..." Tohma replied, keeping his eyes on the couple in front of him. "Soooo... she's his... girlfriend?" Hiro asked. K and Tohma nodded, privately wondering how it wasn't obvious.

Milan took a step back. "Why didn't you tell me, Ryu?" "I wanted to..b-but..." he paused, glancing at the man at the window. "But what?" Milan asked. "But... K told me not to... He practically threw me in the car anyway.." Ryuichi muttered. The woman spun on her heel, staring hatefully at K. The blonde manger shrugged, returning her gaze. As her eyes narrowed, Shuichi finally shouted, "What's going on!? Speak Japanese! Agh!" Curious eyes regarded him. As he met the woman's stare, Shuichi sweatdropped. "Heh heh...never mind.." he laughed, scampering away. Milan rolled her eyes, turning back to Tohma and Hiro. "Milan Winchestor. Nice to meet you." she said plesantly. Tohma smiled back, "Winchestor? Any relation to K-san?" "We're cousins." K muttered roughly. "What are you doing in Japan, Milan?" he asked. "Shut up, Claude. I'm twenty-six. I can do what I want." she hissed. "But, since you're so curious, I'm here for the Tokyo Figure Skating Expo."

"I suppose your father knows you're here? Just like when you disappeared and went to Germany?" As the argument continued, Ryuichi leaned closer to the confused threesome. "Milan and K-san don't get along!" he said brightly. "Uh-huh..." Hiro and Shindou muttered, staring at the angry cousins. "What's all this about Germany?" Tohma asked. "Milan took off when she was seventeen. She didn't tell her parents, and they sent K after her." Ryuichi replied. The argument slipped back into Japanese, and they flinched at the language used. "Ba--" "Bi--""Oook! Lots of love!" Ryuichi said, covering their mouths. After a few seconds he removed his hands, wiping them on his pants. He gave each a warning look, showing his serious side. Milan glared at her cousin, before turning her back to him.

"You know, I can't remember what this meeting was about..." Tohma said, striding to a cabinet against the wall. After the others had left, he pulled the key from his pocket, and unlocked it. He took out a bottle of sake, and not bothering to get a glass, took a long drink from it. He loved Ryu like a brother, but trouble always followed him...

--

Ch 1! R&R please! Anyways, please read my other stories na no da!