Title: The Art of Gravitation

Author: AkiyaRae

Disclaimer: Rated R for eventuality to be honest I have no idea how this is going to turn out

Warnings: Uh, xXx but for now mates just remember I'm Aussie and I spell like any

good Aussie would.

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.: Chapter Two - Changes of Perspective :.

Writer and author Eiri Yuki had indeed been unecessarily cruel when his lover had bounded through

the door later than he had said. Eiri had been less then compassionate when he seen his lovers

face fall when he told him that he had gone ahead and eaten his evening meal without him there.

Shuichi, needless to say, spent the night on the couch crying himself to sleep questioning whether

or not the golden eyed author had any real feelings for him at all. Eiri himself had a sound sleep, for

once his bed wasn't bouncing at 6am with the ever-energised bunny shaking his bed. Eiri knew he

like the lithe body next to his for warmth and that it is said and true that he gets lonely quickly but

even though gravity had pulled the brat toward him, he had his doubts on the relationship already.

He didn't know why he was so mean to the little brat it was just that it was too easy. The insults

and snide comments came so naturally whenever the teen was around. In actuality Eiri was a cold

man with an iced heart but he wasn't as cruel as he was made out to seem whenever the pink haired

idiot was around.

Rolling back to his stomach Eiri inwardly sighed in his sleep, its not that he didn't care about the

idiot. It's just the way the idiot made him act when he was around that made him doubt the

relationship.

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Tohma looked at the time, he had been working late and he knew it. He, as a dutiful husband, should

probably have been thinking about Mika and how mad she would be. Except he knew that she wouldnt

be mad at all given that she was currently traveling around Mt. Fuji with a certain female keyboardist

on a romantic escapade.

He sat back on his chair relaxing a bit and allowing his pen to steady for the time being. He had not

been able to shake the fact that he had not been able to be as cold and ruthless as he had wanted to

be to a certain pink haired vocalist. It unnerved the president to think that his brother-in-laws lover

was going to be his undoing.

Gently shaking his head Tohma tried to rid himself of going down that trail of thought. It was not a pleasant

nor was it a needed one. And as anyone who knew Mr. Seguchi would know, he never said a needless

word and never thought a needless thought.

Even though he smartly picked up the phone and ordered his driver to come around and pick him up

he knew that tonight was going to be a restless night. Despite being a man that never thought a

needless thought something at the back of his brain bugged him, alerting him, telling him that this

trail of thought about the young pink haireed vocalist may not have been so needless or fruitless as he

had initially thought.

In his limo on the way home to his Tokyo apartment, Tohma listened to the latest song by Bad Luck.

Within seconds of hearing the introduction he concluded that his cousin had indeed improved. There

was still no denying the talent of the guitarist, but the vocalist. Yes, he had natural charm and there

no denying he had a powerful vocal that could pelt out even the most tongue twisting lyrics with

ease. Tohma frowned though, there was something about the way the vocalist sang that just didn't

sit right with Tohma.

Even though the keyboardist rarely showed it, or rarely did it frequently he knew he was a good vocalist

nothing like that od Ryuichi Sakuma, but good enough to pass for a decent vocal teacher. It had been

him after all, that had taught the world renouned vocalist how to use his powerful voice. It would seem

that this aspiring young star had a very similar, if not identical problem to Ryuichi, something that

Tohma had the strangest urge to work with the young rockstar to make his voice as wonderful as

that of his best friend.

He sighed and opened the empty apartment switching on a few necessary lights. Still, at this point

anything and everything was possible. Without much more thought Tohma aimlessly got himself

ready for bed and slept a dreamless, restless sleep. Because he was right:

Anything was possible.

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A/N: So yeah, chapter two is now finito. Oka well since this is still the same night that I will most

likely complete chapter three and maybe four as well, so wish me luck ne?