Title: Fury
Summary: Ryuichi and Noriko found out about Tohma's accident. And the plan of someone came out too good.
Disclaimer: I'm still not rich, therefore I obviously don't own Gravitation.
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Track 02: Mischief Managed
Ryuichi yawned. Now this is really getting boring, he thought to himself. There isn't any form of entertainment available in this bar. No papers, no crayons. There's nothing he could find useful to doodle upon.
He sighed. He wished he had brought his stuffs along with him. He never thought that Tohma would actually be this late in their meeting. He glanced around the pub, checking if Tohma finally managed to get there. There was no sign of him.
And then he caught site of the television that was hanging from the corner of the ceiling. It showed a video of a band Ryuichi didn't recognize. He yawned for the second time. He stretched his arms and reached for his Kumagorou.
He feels a little bit down and sad. Well, for one thing, people all over the earth already knew the fact that Tohma is the busiest person this world could produce. Ryuichi still find it hard to believe that anyone could have such draining life.
Well, of course Ryuichi understand this. Without all the work and effort that Tohma had put into their band, he believed it wouldn't be possible for them to reach their current state. Ryuichi still marvels sometimes on how Tohma manages all the things he's doing.
But still, Ryuichi thought stubbornly, no one could be that busy. He's a bit disappointed on Tohma, to tell the truth; he thought that Tohma value his friends more than his work or his money.
He leaned back silently on the chair. Well, maybe he should give Tohma another chance. Ryuichi knew Tohma had never failed in making up for his mistakes. He sighed once more and was just thinking longingly on what he will draw on his sketch book once he got home when he heard an uneasy tut on his right. He turned his gaze on his partner.
"Wonder what took Tohma so long?" Noriko asked worriedly. "He had never been this late. It must be nearly an hour after the last time I called him."
"Na Noriko-san. Maybe we should try and call him again… no-da."
"Oh, yeah? And try and break my nails again?" Noriko said, veins throbbing on her temples.
Ryuichi suddenly burst into tears. He wailed loudly and threw his hands to the air. He fairly resembled a one year-old baby and looked as though his birthday had been canceled. Everyone in the bar looked into their way. Noriko had to push Ryuichi's head down in his chair so no one would recognize him.
"Ehehe… sorry. He just misses his pet dog, that's all." Noriko explained uncomfortably to the crowd, a drop of sweat visible in the side of her head.
Ryuichi popped his head up as the people retreated their heads back into their own tables. He stared up at Noriko with sparkling eyes. He sobbed softly, trickle of tears splashing down in his front.
"You did make a good scene there, Ryu. Wait till I tell Tohma 'bout this." Noriko said lazily, a spark of malice in her eyes.
"Nah Noriko-san, why are you so mean to me today? No-da… If you like I'll give you my bunny costume… or how about my ring? I got loads of them… or my Kumagorou? Na-no-da…" Ryuichi, whimpering loudly, began piling up the counter table with all the things he offered Noriko.
But Noriko was ignoring her. Ryuichi barely had time to wonder why, for in that instance Ryuichi discovered what caught Noriko's attention. Ryuichi followed her gaze and saw quite clearly, on the television, the most devastating crash he had ever seen in his life.
Behind the reporter, Ryuichi saw two cars. The car that had received the full blast was a black Corolla, with its back horribly damaged. He turned his attention to the other car and felt his stomach dropped a few inches. He quickly recognized the red Mercedes.
That car… that car, no… he felt his insides turning sickeningly… that car, how many times he had seen that car being driven by him… no doubt, that car surely belonged to…
"Tohma!!" shrieked Noriko. She grabbed her purse and ran out of the bar, Ryuichi trailing behind her.
The bartender eyed them with great bewilderment as he yelled after them "Hey! What about these?" His right hand in the air clutching the pink bunny.
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Yuki woke up with a start. He stared lazily around the room. There were golden rays of sunlight filtering through his bedroom window and it casted some formless shadows on his walls and ceiling. He crossed his gaze through his room and saw at the far end of it, his bedroom door stood ajar.
He scratched his head as he sat up, remembering the reason why he had woken up. He absent-mindedly reached for his digital clock on his bedside table. He breathed an air of annoyance as he realized the time. It's only 10 o'clock in the morning, which means he had been asleep for only five hours at most.
He slept so late last night because he had to finish his latest novel which is already due next week. He put the clock back down as he let himself be immersed with his thoughts again. He tried to recall what woke him up and the answer came to him in a flash: Shuichi.
Yuki wondered what that brat's doing this time. He could hear loud noises and hurried footsteps from the kitchen. Is he planning to wake the whole building up?
Yuki climbed out of his bed and crossed the room with great difficulty. He still felt dizzy and weary. This is partly because he had been staying late at night for three days in a row, trying to finish his novel. He couldn't afford staying awake for another night.
The other reason was Shuichi. He let out an impatient moan. Their relationship was going nowhere. Each is so busy with their careers that both of them can't find time to talk about their present situation.
And there was also the loud taunting and uncontrollable hyper activeness of his lover. He felt a second stab of annoyance. Yeah that moron… you can always trust him to ruin everything for him.
He opened the door and yelled, "Oy! Keep it down, you idiot!" and closed it with a snap. He could hear the small explosions from the kitchen ceased down, followed closely by a momentary silence.
He just have to go to bed, he needs to. He could feel the exhaustion finally getting into him as it robs him the little health he had regained from his sleep. It seemed that one good cheesy hug from Shuichi would finish him off.
He crawled slowly from under his sheets and brought them up high to his chin. He was about to lay flat on his stomach when his bedroom door suddenly burst open with a bang.
"What the…?!" Yuki sat bolt upright but was almost instantly knocked down by Shuichi.
Shuichi tugged hard the collars of Yuki's pajamas as he rocked him forward and backward. "Yuki, wake up! Wake up! You need to see this! Quick! It's Seguchi-san… on the news…"
Shuichi leapt from the bed and pushed the TV open, which luckily, gave Yuki the chance to regain himself.
"What-the-devil-do-you-think-you're-doing?!" choked Yuki, clutching his throat tightly.
"Gomenasai Yuki. But I think you ought to know. You see, Seguchi-san…"
"Shut up a minute" Yuki cut in, throwing cautions into the air, one hand still gripping his throat. His full attention was now focused on the TV which showed them a very bizarre collision of two cars.
The black Corolla was reduced to something nothing bigger than a tin can and next to it was a red Mercedes with its front hood completely flattened. He knew at once who the owner of that car was. That was the car that the Seguchi's usually drive. He stared, dumbstruck, at the wreckage. Would anyone survive in something like that?
"The police reported that the drivers of both cars were not in any mortal danger, but it seemed that both vehicles are beyond repair. The driver of the black car was identified as Mr. Shirou Makoto of the suburban town of Kyoto. He was rushed up to the Tokyo's General Hospital and was currently being checked-up by some medical experts for any serious injuries.
On the other hand, the driver of the red Mercedes car was recognized as Mr. Seguchi Tohma, the famous keyboardist of a well-known group of singers who disbanded themselves almost three years ago, and is also a professional proprietor of a strong production firm. Mr. Seguchi took the whole responsibility in paying for all the loss in the accident and was rather keenly in offering Mr. Shirou eight hundred thousand yen as a sign of apology. Both parties are unfortunately unavailable for comments. This is Miyuki Monou reporting live for Channel 2. Back to you, Akiya."
"What do you reckon?" asked Shuichi in a worried voice as he clicked the TV off. "Is Seguchi-san gonna be alright?"
"He's going to be alright. Don't worry. He have his ways." Yuki drawled sluggishly as he slumped back into his bed.
What are his ways, Shuichi didn't have the time to know, for in that moment, he heard the soft snores of Yuki, as he drifted off in an uneasy sleep. His fury on how Shuichi nearly choked him to death lay completely forgotten.
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Click!
Off goes the TV.
"Suppose you're happy now, aren't you?" asked an amused voice of a man.
"No. I'm not" came another voice. This voice sounded cold and hoarse. "It's just the beginning. I did not expect that the effect of this plan would come out too well. Nevertheless, we shall proceed with the rest of the plan. I know Tohma. He would not be shaken with something as simple as this. What we really need is… more time. Yes, we would wait for a few more weeks and eventually, we would be able to put the whole plan into action."
There was a minute silence, then, "You're not backing out, are you?" asked the cold voice coolly.
"Of course not. I'm on your side. Wait till I get my hands on him…"
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Author's Notes:
Yaye! Finally! I've been able to urge my lazy butt into writing the second chapter of Fury. Mischief managed – this title was taken from the book of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Yeah… some words here are a bit british-ized. Tehe. I thought the title's cool and suitable for this chapter. I hope you have found out why. Wheh… I can't wait till summer… I wanna watch the Prisoner of Azkaban!! wails loudly
Edited on April 21, 2008
