Title: Gravity Addiction, Chapter 2: Just Introductions
Innocent Sin
Rating: PG 13 (for now...)
Disclaimer: I don't actually own Gravitation ::hears someone faint from shock:: Er yeah...The characters of Gravitation belong to Maki Murakami I just control them in my head.
Gravity Addiction is my very first Gravitation piece of fan fiction. Most of the this stuff I usually kind of dream up in my head, and this is the first time I have decided to write it all down just because. Read and review. Email me. Speak so I know you're actually alive out there and above all if you do nothing else: enjoy the show. -Sin
The door clicked open and Hiro jumped up, walked forward, grabbed Shuichi, and shook him. "Where were you?" sounding suspiciously like a mother. "7:00 am, Shuichi. It's 8:43 now!"
Ryuichi popped in from behind and threw his arms around Shuichi neck leaning on his back, "Lunch now?"
Hiro released Shuichi and stared at Ryuichi whom leaned completely on his best friend. "Sakuma Ryuichi?" Hiro blinked, not believing his eyes turned towards Shuichi, "Sakuma Ryuichi?"
"Correct," a platinum blond man stated, "Nakano Hiroshi-san and Shindou Shuichi-san from Bad Luck, correct?"
Hiro and Shuichi both whirled and stared at the speaker, "Seguchi Tohma?!"
"Lunch now, Tohma-chan?" Ryuichi interjected, releasing Shuichi and holding heavily on Tohma nearly toppling the smaller man. The brown haired singer held up the rose colored rabbit, "Kamugorou hungry."
Tohma smiled serenely, "Not now Ryuichi. You suggested Bad Luck so you will sit here and listen in too." Ryuichi sniffled and the blond haired man patted him on the head. "Sit."
Sakano crawled forward from some where in the back like a snake and bowed several times, "Sorry for the delay Mr. President. Sorry. Sorry. I am--I am sorry for Shindou-san's tardiness Mr. President. It will not happen again--"
"In-ex-cus-e-ble," Seguchi declared, smiling pleasantly.
Sanako's face crumbled with each syllable and then he bolted for the window. Shuichi and Hiro snapped out of the haze of seeing Tohma and grabbed their manger, who was flailing his arms about trying to dive out the window yelling over and over, "Inexcusable! Inexcusable!"
"Don't Sakano! It's the ninth floor! You can't go out the window!" Hiro and Shuichi cried out in unison having difficulties in restraining their manager and not falling out the window themselves.
"Ugh, what noise. This is a studio not a playground," another person entered the room growling in an irritated tone.
"Oh, Eiri," the President beamed, completely ignoring the scene at the window, "Good Morning."
The golden haired man nodded, lit another cigarette, and picked a point on the wall to stare at.
"Hunnnngry," Ryuichi and Kamugorou groaned in unison to the background sounds of Shuichi, Hiro, and Sanako struggle for control.
"Inexcusable! In--"
"Sanako! Shuichi! Grab his legs and--"
"Ow--o--ow! Your foot is on my head! Get off--"
"Inexcus--"
"Hunnnngry...Rice balls, meat buns, and sushi dancing in my head--"
"OW!"
Suddenly, the door slammed open like the bang from a gun, and a woman glared from her place in the doorway, "Everyone just sit down and shut up!" she roared over the din, tucking her lavender hair back into place.
Shuichi, Hiro, and Sanako dropped to the floor immediately while the others looked undisturbed.
"Noriko! Noriko!" Ryuichi yipped happily dancing around the lady before launching himself into the female's opened arms.
"Good morning, Noriko. How's everything?" Tohma spoke up, his smiled locked in place.
Noriko petted Ryuichi tranquilly, "Good morning. Fine. What's going on?"
"Just introductions," Tohma murmured, "Noriko and Eiri this is Shindou-san and Nanako-san from Bad Luck, the group Ryuichi wants the label to support. Shindou-san and Nanako-san this is Ukai Noriko-san and Yuki Eiri-san."
"Good morning," everyone greeted each other.
Shuichi's head was spinning. The band he had worshipped and admired for years, Nittle Grasper, was right here after being in retirement and unseen for such a long time. Ryuichi was his friend and apparently had recommended his band to Tohma-san, who was actually the president of the label Bad Luck could finally be signed to, and the stranger who had stirred a strange response in him was apparently a man named Yuki Eiri.
Hiro jabbed Shuichi in the side. "Good morning!" he exclaimed finally bowing deeply, "Please excuse my lateness and give us a chance to perform for you!" Shuichi wanted to be, no stay, here more than anything. He wanted this more than anything. This was more than he could ever hope for and the thought of losing it now frustrated him to no end.
Kamugorou materialize in front of Shuichi's face. "Ryuichi is to blame! He played with Shuichi-kun too much. Bad Luck will have chance because Ryuichi liked the song at the Shuichi-kun played at the club!"
Shuichi looked up, "The club? Fate's Destiny?" Fate's Destiny was Bad Luck's first gig at a club. They weren't paid but Hiro and Shuichi grasped at the chance to play publicly with delight. He looked towards Tohma with hopeful eyes.
"Well Ryuichi thought you should have a shot after seeing your performance so he contacted your manager and me," Tohma nodded gravely, not making eye contact with anyone and stroking his chin carefully, "Since we're all here now, shall we begin?"
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Shuichi sat in the cafeteria, wanting to jump around from nervousness and aggravation, but, for the first time in his life, he did not have enough energy to do so. Butterflies were running amuck in his stomach making him surprisingly not hungry. Pent up exasperation made him gnaw on his bottom lip. He gripped the lukewarm and still full coffee in his two hands and wondered aloud, "What's taken so long? It's like they have been in there for two days already!"
Hiro, who sprawled on the couch with a magazine on his face, sat up at looked at Shuichi with a mixture of annoyance and mutual anxiety. "No Shuichi, it hasn't been two days, this is the sixteenth time you've asked, and they have been in there for," he took a moment to glance up at the dining hall's clock, "five minutes."
"Gomen," Shuichi sighed. Everyone, even Ryuichi, was solemn during the entire duration of Bad luck's song, Rage Beat, and Shuichi just didn't know what to make of any of it. Nobody showed any reaction and as soon as they finished the song, Shuichi and Hiro were tossed outside into the mess hall while Nittle Grasper and Yuki Eiri made a decision that would affect the rest of their lives. Shuichi groaned and let his head bang against the table repeatedly.
"If you break the table, Tohma is going to make you pay to replace it," a gruff voice observed seriously.
Shuichi's head flew up and stared at Yuki Eiri. The butterflies doubled in number. Yuki'sgolden eyes rested on singer's face for a minute then he pulled out a chair at Shuichi's table and slid into it as gracefully as a jungle cat. Shuichi waited patiently, but all Yuki did was smoke and watch the ceiling.
"Well?" Shuichi finally pried, staring expectantly at Yuki.
The blond turned towards Shuichi and gazed at him tolerantly, "Well what?"
Shuichi wanted to scream. "What did they say about Bad Luck?" he questioned waving his arms about frantically.
"Oh," Yuki muttered, "I do not know. I said what I had to say and then I left. Whatever Tohma decides is up to him." He crossed his long legs, waving away the question like an irksome bug.
Shuichi sighed and resumed smacking his forehead on the counter until a hand gripped his shoulder firmly and forced him to stop.
"I am going to have to tell you to stop, you idiot," Yuki growled, "You're irritating me. If you want to keep doing that, move to a different table."
Shuichi looked at Yuki incredulously, "_You_ want _me_ to move?" He shook his head and gaped, "_You_ who sat down here want _me_ to move?"
Yuki blew a gray cloud out slowly, gazed at Shuichi evenly, and smiled sardonically, "Yes. Hard concept for you?"
The pink haired singer closed his mouth and glared. Who was this person? Was he really the same man he had run over in the hall? The guy who was er...friendlier in the elevator? Shuichi flushed unconsciously. Was Yuki schizophrenic or something? "You were the guy in the elevator, right?" he blurted without thinking.
Yuki ran a hand through his hair and put out his cigarette. "Of course. Are you blind or really that stupid?"
Shuichi blushed a deeper scarlet from embarrassment as much as anger. "Just who do you think you are? Weren't you flirting in the elevator?! But now you're acting so...so..."
"Cold?" Yuki smirked, "I get that a lot." He stood and brushed off his suit lazily. "And as for flirting," Yuki leaned close to Shuichi his warm breath and soft smooth lips lightly brushing against the smaller boy's cheek and ear, "if I were _really_ flirting you wouldn't have any doubts about whether I was or wasn't."
Hiro watched with avid interest over the top of the glossy magazine trying not to start laughing. Sure Shuichi was trembling and Yuki looked calm and cool, but leaning forward a bit he could see that the taller blonde had his had in a tight fist at his side. "How fascinating," Hiro murmured sinking beneath the magazine.
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Bleh, sleepy. Lack of flirting-ness was shoved over by need for plot. Once again if you have anything to say, say it in a review, e-mail, or on AIM. Working on the next chapter. Ciao.
Innocent Sin
Rating: PG 13 (for now...)
Disclaimer: I don't actually own Gravitation ::hears someone faint from shock:: Er yeah...The characters of Gravitation belong to Maki Murakami I just control them in my head.
Gravity Addiction is my very first Gravitation piece of fan fiction. Most of the this stuff I usually kind of dream up in my head, and this is the first time I have decided to write it all down just because. Read and review. Email me. Speak so I know you're actually alive out there and above all if you do nothing else: enjoy the show. -Sin
The door clicked open and Hiro jumped up, walked forward, grabbed Shuichi, and shook him. "Where were you?" sounding suspiciously like a mother. "7:00 am, Shuichi. It's 8:43 now!"
Ryuichi popped in from behind and threw his arms around Shuichi neck leaning on his back, "Lunch now?"
Hiro released Shuichi and stared at Ryuichi whom leaned completely on his best friend. "Sakuma Ryuichi?" Hiro blinked, not believing his eyes turned towards Shuichi, "Sakuma Ryuichi?"
"Correct," a platinum blond man stated, "Nakano Hiroshi-san and Shindou Shuichi-san from Bad Luck, correct?"
Hiro and Shuichi both whirled and stared at the speaker, "Seguchi Tohma?!"
"Lunch now, Tohma-chan?" Ryuichi interjected, releasing Shuichi and holding heavily on Tohma nearly toppling the smaller man. The brown haired singer held up the rose colored rabbit, "Kamugorou hungry."
Tohma smiled serenely, "Not now Ryuichi. You suggested Bad Luck so you will sit here and listen in too." Ryuichi sniffled and the blond haired man patted him on the head. "Sit."
Sakano crawled forward from some where in the back like a snake and bowed several times, "Sorry for the delay Mr. President. Sorry. Sorry. I am--I am sorry for Shindou-san's tardiness Mr. President. It will not happen again--"
"In-ex-cus-e-ble," Seguchi declared, smiling pleasantly.
Sanako's face crumbled with each syllable and then he bolted for the window. Shuichi and Hiro snapped out of the haze of seeing Tohma and grabbed their manger, who was flailing his arms about trying to dive out the window yelling over and over, "Inexcusable! Inexcusable!"
"Don't Sakano! It's the ninth floor! You can't go out the window!" Hiro and Shuichi cried out in unison having difficulties in restraining their manager and not falling out the window themselves.
"Ugh, what noise. This is a studio not a playground," another person entered the room growling in an irritated tone.
"Oh, Eiri," the President beamed, completely ignoring the scene at the window, "Good Morning."
The golden haired man nodded, lit another cigarette, and picked a point on the wall to stare at.
"Hunnnngry," Ryuichi and Kamugorou groaned in unison to the background sounds of Shuichi, Hiro, and Sanako struggle for control.
"Inexcusable! In--"
"Sanako! Shuichi! Grab his legs and--"
"Ow--o--ow! Your foot is on my head! Get off--"
"Inexcus--"
"Hunnnngry...Rice balls, meat buns, and sushi dancing in my head--"
"OW!"
Suddenly, the door slammed open like the bang from a gun, and a woman glared from her place in the doorway, "Everyone just sit down and shut up!" she roared over the din, tucking her lavender hair back into place.
Shuichi, Hiro, and Sanako dropped to the floor immediately while the others looked undisturbed.
"Noriko! Noriko!" Ryuichi yipped happily dancing around the lady before launching himself into the female's opened arms.
"Good morning, Noriko. How's everything?" Tohma spoke up, his smiled locked in place.
Noriko petted Ryuichi tranquilly, "Good morning. Fine. What's going on?"
"Just introductions," Tohma murmured, "Noriko and Eiri this is Shindou-san and Nanako-san from Bad Luck, the group Ryuichi wants the label to support. Shindou-san and Nanako-san this is Ukai Noriko-san and Yuki Eiri-san."
"Good morning," everyone greeted each other.
Shuichi's head was spinning. The band he had worshipped and admired for years, Nittle Grasper, was right here after being in retirement and unseen for such a long time. Ryuichi was his friend and apparently had recommended his band to Tohma-san, who was actually the president of the label Bad Luck could finally be signed to, and the stranger who had stirred a strange response in him was apparently a man named Yuki Eiri.
Hiro jabbed Shuichi in the side. "Good morning!" he exclaimed finally bowing deeply, "Please excuse my lateness and give us a chance to perform for you!" Shuichi wanted to be, no stay, here more than anything. He wanted this more than anything. This was more than he could ever hope for and the thought of losing it now frustrated him to no end.
Kamugorou materialize in front of Shuichi's face. "Ryuichi is to blame! He played with Shuichi-kun too much. Bad Luck will have chance because Ryuichi liked the song at the Shuichi-kun played at the club!"
Shuichi looked up, "The club? Fate's Destiny?" Fate's Destiny was Bad Luck's first gig at a club. They weren't paid but Hiro and Shuichi grasped at the chance to play publicly with delight. He looked towards Tohma with hopeful eyes.
"Well Ryuichi thought you should have a shot after seeing your performance so he contacted your manager and me," Tohma nodded gravely, not making eye contact with anyone and stroking his chin carefully, "Since we're all here now, shall we begin?"
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Shuichi sat in the cafeteria, wanting to jump around from nervousness and aggravation, but, for the first time in his life, he did not have enough energy to do so. Butterflies were running amuck in his stomach making him surprisingly not hungry. Pent up exasperation made him gnaw on his bottom lip. He gripped the lukewarm and still full coffee in his two hands and wondered aloud, "What's taken so long? It's like they have been in there for two days already!"
Hiro, who sprawled on the couch with a magazine on his face, sat up at looked at Shuichi with a mixture of annoyance and mutual anxiety. "No Shuichi, it hasn't been two days, this is the sixteenth time you've asked, and they have been in there for," he took a moment to glance up at the dining hall's clock, "five minutes."
"Gomen," Shuichi sighed. Everyone, even Ryuichi, was solemn during the entire duration of Bad luck's song, Rage Beat, and Shuichi just didn't know what to make of any of it. Nobody showed any reaction and as soon as they finished the song, Shuichi and Hiro were tossed outside into the mess hall while Nittle Grasper and Yuki Eiri made a decision that would affect the rest of their lives. Shuichi groaned and let his head bang against the table repeatedly.
"If you break the table, Tohma is going to make you pay to replace it," a gruff voice observed seriously.
Shuichi's head flew up and stared at Yuki Eiri. The butterflies doubled in number. Yuki'sgolden eyes rested on singer's face for a minute then he pulled out a chair at Shuichi's table and slid into it as gracefully as a jungle cat. Shuichi waited patiently, but all Yuki did was smoke and watch the ceiling.
"Well?" Shuichi finally pried, staring expectantly at Yuki.
The blond turned towards Shuichi and gazed at him tolerantly, "Well what?"
Shuichi wanted to scream. "What did they say about Bad Luck?" he questioned waving his arms about frantically.
"Oh," Yuki muttered, "I do not know. I said what I had to say and then I left. Whatever Tohma decides is up to him." He crossed his long legs, waving away the question like an irksome bug.
Shuichi sighed and resumed smacking his forehead on the counter until a hand gripped his shoulder firmly and forced him to stop.
"I am going to have to tell you to stop, you idiot," Yuki growled, "You're irritating me. If you want to keep doing that, move to a different table."
Shuichi looked at Yuki incredulously, "_You_ want _me_ to move?" He shook his head and gaped, "_You_ who sat down here want _me_ to move?"
Yuki blew a gray cloud out slowly, gazed at Shuichi evenly, and smiled sardonically, "Yes. Hard concept for you?"
The pink haired singer closed his mouth and glared. Who was this person? Was he really the same man he had run over in the hall? The guy who was er...friendlier in the elevator? Shuichi flushed unconsciously. Was Yuki schizophrenic or something? "You were the guy in the elevator, right?" he blurted without thinking.
Yuki ran a hand through his hair and put out his cigarette. "Of course. Are you blind or really that stupid?"
Shuichi blushed a deeper scarlet from embarrassment as much as anger. "Just who do you think you are? Weren't you flirting in the elevator?! But now you're acting so...so..."
"Cold?" Yuki smirked, "I get that a lot." He stood and brushed off his suit lazily. "And as for flirting," Yuki leaned close to Shuichi his warm breath and soft smooth lips lightly brushing against the smaller boy's cheek and ear, "if I were _really_ flirting you wouldn't have any doubts about whether I was or wasn't."
Hiro watched with avid interest over the top of the glossy magazine trying not to start laughing. Sure Shuichi was trembling and Yuki looked calm and cool, but leaning forward a bit he could see that the taller blonde had his had in a tight fist at his side. "How fascinating," Hiro murmured sinking beneath the magazine.
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Bleh, sleepy. Lack of flirting-ness was shoved over by need for plot. Once again if you have anything to say, say it in a review, e-mail, or on AIM. Working on the next chapter. Ciao.