A/N: Okay finally got chapter two up…. I did have more to put on this chapter but I remembered what I wrote was on the freaking school computer…so it'll just have to wait until the next chapter. (grins)

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation.

Thanks: EiriyukiLover, Shirubaa Kitsune, Guren, and DeMoN4EvA.

Warning: Adult Language

Chapter Two

Later on, during the early afternoon, the man went downtown, intent on having a cup of coffee and giving his mind a rest from painting as he walked along the streets of the city. He thought of stopping off at the art supply store but finally decided that this entailed work and since he was now taking a break from work, it would entirely ruin the purpose of taking that break. Instead, the artist entered a bookshop and decided to pick up the latest hardback from his favorite author. Eiri slipped inside the store, made brief eye contact with the woman behind the cashier's counter and strolled to the back of the store, where the fiction section was. He scanned the long rows, hoping the man's latest book was better than his last piece of work. Both he and his idol seemed to be running an unlucky streak.

He finally found it and plucked it off the shelf, staring at the author's name of the cover: Yuki Kitazawa. The officious prick hadn't even bothered writing him back quite. Then again this really wasn't anyidol, he actually knew this man. He now, even more, wantedto call Kitazawa and tell him how his last novel tellhad been pure drivelthen berate the author for his slip-up. Had the man even been paying attention when he'd been typing? "Mr. Kitazawa…" He murmured before tucking the red, hardback book under his arm. He continued down another isle, magnetically drawn to the books on art. He searched through them eyeing the various painters' names and picked up one on Van Gough. The man was a genius, didn't all genius cut off their ears and send them in envelopes to their girlfriends. Maybe that's what he was doing wrong, he needed to become an insane genius he thought with a snort.

He then touched his ear, his small hoop earring swaying slightly. He did prize his ears though; they were after all very sensitive. Dismissing thoughts of ears he flipped through a book of Van Gough paintings—which was hard to dismiss seeing who the painter was. He had painted with such technique and genius. Eiri sometimes didn't fully understand painting himself. It was said artists painted what they felt, showing what they wanted to see the audience to see. Yet he was not quite sure what he wanted his viewers to see, maybe that was the big problem behind his paintings. He snapped the book shut. Then again…maybe not; you never truly knew when it came to art. He continued on the way to the front of the store, passing a woman could have passed for his former fiancée. He dismissed this as he had dismissed her; the girl had been too clingy spouting about love so much that he swore it made him nauseous.

Beside he hated Kyoto.

He'd never been much of a country child and had no intentions of settling down any time soon. His father had never quite understood that.

After he had purchased his book, he traveled to his favorite coffee shop in the city and ordered his regular, sitting down in the big cushiony sofa as he opened up the novel first. He would have just ordered it to go but…he didn't feel like going home quite yet. He was taking a break, and going home meant work which he was sick of at the time. Eiri cracked open the book and looked at the dedication page with surprise: Dedicated: my # 1 reader, Eiri Uesugi. He gave a disgusted groan how old did the guy think he was; ten? "Am I suppose to be impressed, Kitazawa?" He flipped to the first chapter, ignoring his man's attempts to kiss up to his disgruntled fan. Fan—and he used that term very lightly. He began to read the book, immediately becoming lost in the world Kitazawa created by the vivid descriptions and elaborate words. He felt himself being absorbed, feeling the hot sun…ah hell who was he kidding, the hot sun was from the actual sun outside. He looked up and gazed at a couple who entered the small café and resumed his reading. Mr. Kitazawa took him into the seedy world; a Japan of the past…

A Japan filled with samurai warriors, blushing young maidens and great warlords. Great warlords like Oda Nobunaga, the demon king. He read a few more sentences but found himself unable to read further and placed the book back in the bag. He uncrossed his legs and watched the girl at the counter smiled shyly at him. It was obvious she had been watching him for a while, the silly lamb. Eiri ignored the girl when suddenly she waved a cup of coffee in his direction. So that's the reason why that cow-eyed girl was looking at me? "Uesugi-san.." She smiled as she said his name. "You order is ready." He got up, paper bag in one and took the cup of steaming coffee from her. "Sooo…Uesugi-san…" She whipped her hand out and snatched his arm at the crook of his elbow. He glanced back her irritated and mildly astounded/amused by her gall. "You want something?"

The girl didn't speak for a moment, leaning over the clean counter, her adequate breasts pressed between her arms and said counter. "Wanna have fun?"

"Morashina!"

The girl jerked her head up, her braid swinging widly.

"Yes, sir."

"You are paid to serve coffee not to flirt with the clientele."

"Yes, sir."

When the man had turned around she grabbed Eiri's arm again just as he was about to leave. "So how about it, Uesugi-san?" She batted her eyelashes shamefully. "You come in here everyday but won't give me a second glance. Why do you suppose that is?"

He then leaned over and whispered, "Because your breasts aren't big enough…"

The girl gaped.

Eiri then left café leaving her stunned.

He exited the coffee house and made his way down the sidewalk, reluctantly back to his loft-apartment. He didn't relish the thought of returning to work but he'd run out of options. Maybe he should've taken the foolish girl up on her offer. She'd looked old enough. He thought about this for a moment but all he could hear was some angry father pounding at his door. No, he didn't need that hassle. Too noisy. "Eiri-darling!" He stopped dead in his track and shuddered. It was the woman from three nights ago. She had kept him awake when he had been about to go to bed—and not with her. Normally he would have accepted such company but he'd been extremely tired that night and the woman only increased his irritability. He kept walking hoping to throw her off, pretending he hadn't heard her. Damn broad…

He pushed his dark coat aside and reached inside for his cigarettes but realized soon that'd he'd left them at the loft.

Damn it!

He increased at his pace; irritated at the world. "Eiri!" A person latched onto his arm for the second time in a row that day. He looked over his right shoulder then and stared into large hazel eyes. "I thought that was you, you haven't returned my calls." She pouted after she said this. "I was busy." "Oh…Your art…" It was no doubt Raquel "Yuiko" Graciela (a foreigner) held a lot of disdain for his work, she was an actress from New York who didn't have a brain in her head. Then again most of the women he dated didn't. "Yes, my art." He jerked his arm away from her. "What do you want?" The red-haired woman pouted some more, red glossy red-lipstick shiny as she did. "Is that how you're going to treat me after we spent a marvelous night together?" "You mean after you slutted your way into my bed after I said I was tired." "I didn't find you complaining, Eiri!"

"Look I've got a headache so why don't you slut yourself out to someone who cares."

"Well!"

"Yeah, go drown yourself in one. Save me the trouble."

Shuichi Shindou, Junior Executive of Shindou Corporation got off the phone and stared into the eyes of three underlings. "Shindou-san.." The woman with short black hair and two much rouge said, clutching a thin file tightly to her chest. "Yes…Yuka-san…" He sighed, feeling himself getting bored. "This document needs your signature…" She held it out, bowing. Shuichi took up his pen trying to look professional. "All right…Where?" the woman opened the folder and pointed to a line and then another one. "Initial here and sign here." "Shindou-san…I need your approval on this latest design…" A man brought out a magnificent shot a woman in an old style kimono. "What is it for?" He spoke initialing the paper. "The latest theatre play coming up…" The nineteen year old man raised an eyebrow. "And they had US do the poster…Why wasn't I informed?" "Well, I…." "Shindou-san, if you please…" The woman's voice trembled.

The boy went back to signing the document then passed it back to her. "There you are, Yuka-san…"

"Shindou-san…The poster…"

"Shindou-san… We're having trouble contacting that president you wanted."

"Why?"

"Pardon, sir?"

"I asked you why? Is it that hard…" He sounded bored and disgusted.

"Well…"

"I give you a simple task, Yoji-san and you can't even complete that. Get hold of President Seguchi or you're fired."

"Yes, sir! Anything you say, sir!" He made several hasty bows to the junior exec. and hurried out of the room.

"Thank you, Shindou-san." Yuka-san said then followed her co-worker.

Then there was only one.

"And you." Shuichi sighed. "Why are you here? Isn't my day over YET?"

"You haven't approved this design." He showed it to his superior once more.

"Didn't I?" He made a try at looking like he was thinking about it; this seemed to really worry the subordinates.

The man looked nervous.

"I'll have to think on that.."

"Sir…"

The boy waited a bit more then pulled out his stamp. "Give it here."

"Yes, sir."

He did so.

The youth looked at awhile longer then stamped it, giving it his seal of approval. "Approved."

"Thank you, sir!"

"Just get out of here okay…" He sighed, his head starting to hurt. Being a in a position as his made his head hurt.

I'd rather be eating Pocky and visiting friends….

That's when Shuichi got an idea. He got a GREAT idea.

"Tsubaki-san..." He pressed the speaker.

"Hai, Shindou-san."

"Hold all my calls..."

"Of course."

That done he got up from the chair and scooped up his back from behind the couch. He was blowing this pop stand! He calmly walked across his office at cracked open the door slowly. This would require doing this mission-impossible style. IF he could pull it off this time. He eyed the security camera and watched as it went dead. He stuck the device he'd use back in his pocket and crept down to the end of the corridor, trying to avoid any unnecessary confrontations. He made it to the emergency exit door without any problems and pushed through, galloping down the stairs at top speed. While doing his he did an amazing changing act that could only be seen in the empty stairwell of Shindou Corp.

He threw off his jacket and unbuttoned his long-sleeved dress shirt, revealing a casual long-sleeved white shirt with a black vest over it. Then he unbuttoned his slacks and pull them off as well, wearing underneath them grey cargo pants. He trotted down a few more steps pulling off his dress shoes and pushing his formal clothes into the backpack while pulling out his tennis shoes. "Not bad, Shindou." He complimented himself as he stopped to tug them on. "Did it without…" He lost balance and fell flat on his face. "Spoke too soon." Shuichi stumbled to his feet, and threw his pack over his shoulder as he made his way in hurry down the stairs.

He hoped it would be awhile they would notice he was gone. He'd been hoping to pull this off for weeks but had never actually done it.

The boy took a left instead of a right when coming out of stairwell and started into the first floor storage room of the company and out to the loading dock.

He pushed open the door and leapt off the high dock, making sure not to twist his ankle in the process, falling would ruin his chances at getting away.

"FREE!" he shouted as he made his way towards the street. "Finally free-!"

Shuichi, however, wasn't watching where he was going and ran into something—or somebody—and fell flat on his rear. "Oof!" He leaned on his hands to brace himself. "Kuso! Why don't you watch where you're going, you idiot!" He started to shout after regaining his senses. He looked up and gazed upon the tall form of a man, his blond hair shining in the afternoon sun. The man in question stood there for a moment and turned, cigarette dangling from his mouth. "Me?" He looked down on Shuichi with his amber-eyed gaze and brought his mouth into a sneer. "You've got to be kidding. You bumped into me, punk. I suggest you look where you're going next time you coming shooting out of an alleyway like a bat out of hell." With that, he turned back around and left.

"What?" The junior executive shouted getting all red. "How dare you! Don't you know who I am?"

Yet, by the time he shouted this, the man had disappeared into the crowd.

Who the hell was that jerk?

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Any comments? Questions? Review please!