Disclaimer: Gravitation does not belong to me!

Warnings: Still the same as last time.

Summary: Do I really need to repeat this?

Author Notes: Hey! It's been a while. I've been busy, but here it is! Um…or at least half of it. I think it's a little shorter, I'm not sure. Oh well. Bon appetite!

(Chapter 3: Wani T.V. part1)

"COME ON PEOPLE! HUSTLE! 20 MINUTES 'TILL SHOWTIME!"

On the ground floor of a television studio, there were several cameras pointing towards a very large stage. On the left side of the stage there was a Yamaha keyboard that was all set up and ready to be played. On the right side, sat a man holding what looked like a brand new guitar. After humming a few bars, he would gently stroke the guitar strings and stop to adjust them when he hit a sour note. He continued to strum the guitar and hum until he was satisfied with its tune.

A loud 'clash' sound caught the attention of several people, who looked to the back of the stage to see that a crew member had clumsily tripped and dropped one of the symbols for the drum set that was being put together. A musician was now standing over him and scolding him, impatiently waving a drumstick in his face.

Below, several cords connected the instruments to large amps that surrounded the stage. Above, were several lighting rigs with neon lights that were ready to glow with a flip of a switch. And in the center of the stage's background was a giant sign with bright colored letters that spelled out the words: "Hit Stage."

"HURRY! WE DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME."

In the control room, papers flew everywhere as members of the production team ran past each other and rushed for the wall of video monitors. Technicians began to perform last minute checks on the microphones.

"Check! Check! 1, 2, 3…o.k.! Mics are a go! Sound system's ready!"

Up on a high platform in the studio, electricians quickly worked on the lighting.

"Point the fluorescent blue light this way. No, this way! Towards your left!"

The television crew ran on and off the stage making sure it looked just right, and cameramen checked the camera control units for broadcasting. Through all the hectic pushing and shoving, a very impatient Floor Manager stomped his foot repeatedly and waved his arms frantically in the air. He barked orders into the microphone of his headset, and each order echoed throughout the studio.

"I NEED HOSTS ON THE SET NOW! 10 MINUTES 'TILL SHOWTIME, PEOPLE! COME ON! LET'S MOVE IT!"

The floor manager plopped down in a chair and watched as musicians began to hurry to their instruments. The lead singer began to warm up and the camera crew gave their 'thumbs up' to let everyone know they were ready to role. Everyone seemed to believe that everything was going according to schedule…everyone except the floor manager, and with each second passing he became even more anxious.

"Damn it!" he yelled, as he hoisted himself to his feet, "Where's Koujima-san with those papers? Get him here now!"

Within seconds a young man showed up at his boss's side with a cup of coffee in one hand and several papers in the other.

"Damn, Koujima! Could you have been any slower?" the manager growled.

Hands shaking from nervousness, Koujima-san handed over the papers. He quickly caught his breath and, in an attempt to keep his boss calm, he began to explain himself.

"I-I'm sorry sir. There was a problem over in one of the control rooms. It took me awhile. I got the papers as fast as I could--"

"Well you're not moving fast enough! No one here is moving fast enough!"

Koujima-san quickly put his head down and looked at his feet. "I'm trying, sir. I really am," he whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Damn right you're sorry!" his boss replied.

Koujima looked up and saw that the disgruntled manager had moved closer to him. And before he could speak again his boss reached out, grabbed the coffee in his hand, and snatched it away.

"I can't believe I have to deal with this! Why am I the one having to do all the work? I guess if you want something done right, you can't depend on lackeys" the manager mumbled, and with that said he took a long sip of the coffee. A very stunned Koujima-san stood there and watched. His mouth was wide open.

"Um, excuse me sir," he whispered, "but, um, that's my coffee--"

"And it is very good coffee, Koujima" his boss claimed, and he continued to drink. When there was no more, the manager licked his lips and handed an empty cup back to his employee.

Koujima-san could do nothing but stare at the cup in his hand. In his dazed state he failed to notice that his boss had left his side and was now walking towards a television monitor.

"Koujima-san, stop daydreaming! There's work to be done!"

The young assistant snapped out of his trance and quickly ran up behind his boss, who was watching the two young people on the television screen introduce themselves as the hosts of 'Hit Stage'.

But before he could make it back to the manager's side, he was pulled away by an assistant producer with news of an urgent phone call. About five minutes later, Koujima-san came rushing towards his boss, who was now barking orders at frustrated cameramen.

"SIR!" he yelled.

The floor manager turned towards Koujima with an angry expression on his face. "QUIET ON THE SET!" he yelled back.

Koujima-san lowered his voice, but he could barely keep his boss's attention.

"Sir," he said softly, "There's a phone call--"

"Hush, Koujima! Not now!

Trying desperately to get his boss to listen, Koujima began to tug on his boss's sleeve.

"B-But, sir--!"

"Be quiet, Koujima!"

"But sir! The phone--!"

"What is it, Koujima! What do you want! Can't you see I'm busy!"

Koujima-san gulped, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and yelled…

"Seguchi-san! Seguchi-san is on the phone right now!"

Koujima-san breathed in and out heavily and opened his eyes to see a dumbstruck manager staring at him.

"Seguchi-san?" he asked as he began to stroke his chin…and then he realized…

"Seguchi-san! The Tohma Seguchi-san of N-G? Why didn't you say so in the first place?" he scolded, and Koujima let out a long sigh.

"Quickly! Take it to the C.E.O.! What are you waiting for? Hurry!"

Obeying orders, Koujima rushed to the elevator and rode it all the way to the top of the building, where the president of Wani television productions was working in his office.

Koujima ran past the secretary (who strongly objected to his presence) and tapped the glass window of the locked office door. A middle-aged man looked up from his desk to see Koujima desperately trying to wrestle his way out of the secretary's grip and open the door at the same time. He gave the signal and the secretary released him. He then got up and opened the door.

"Kannagi-san," Koujima panted, "there's an important phone call--"

"Tell them to hold, I'm busy right now." The president turned back towards his desk and sat down.

"B-But…"

"Run along now. Back to work," Kannagi-san insisted.

"But it's Seguchi-san of N-G!"

"Seguchi-san? Why didn't you say so?" The president picked up the phone and pointed towards the door.

Koujima-san slowly walked out of the office. As he passed through the door, he said quietly to himself, "They don't pay me enough for this!"

Kannagi-san pressed the phone to his ear and leaned back in his chair. "Ah, Seguchi-san!" he said cheerfully, "What a surprise! It seems like we haven't spoken in ages!" Back at N-G, Tohma was in his office. He sat at his desk with the phone to his ear. With a smile on his face, he spoke.

"Yes, it certainly seems that way."

"Let's see…," Kannagi-san began. He lifted his legs up and placed his feet on the top of his desk. "The last time we spoke…you wanted Nittle Grasper on Hit Stage! Instead of that other band…what's it called…um?"

"Bad Luck," Tohma answered with a soft and short laugh.

"Oh yes! Bad Luck! You'll have to forgive me, Seguchi-san, my memory often fails me."

"Do not worry about it, Kannagi-san. No apologies are necessary."

Kannagi-san cleared his throat. "So, Nittle Grasper wants another spot on Hit Stage. Done! What day is good for you? I can have you in the studio tomorrow if you'd like."

"That's not the reason I called at all."

Kannagi-san went silent and thought for a while. "Well then…," he said curiously, "what can I do for you?"

Tohma's smile grew wider into a very large grin as he answered the C.E.O.'s question.

"Well actually, I have a little proposition for you…"

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Tatsuha stood, bags in hand and jaw dropped, in front of a huge three-story mansion on the outskirts of Tokyo. As his eyes gazed at it, he lifted his head up to see the very top floor and his mouth opened even wider from shock. His sister passed in front of him and reached for the doorknob. As she opened the door, she looked back at him.

"Are you coming in? Or are you going to stand there all day long?"

Tatsuha snapped out of his daze and followed Mika through the door. But once inside, he fell under the same shock and dropped his bags on the floor. The rooms were beautiful and everything looked expensive. Passing a few extra rooms that were much bigger than what he was used to, he made his way into a room with a coffee table and two large couches. Mika was already sitting in one of them.

"Nice Digs, sis," he said with a grin, as he stretched his arms over his head. "You've been holdin' out on us, huh?"

"No, not really. Tohma and I moved here about two months ago. Father knew about it." She replied, and she crossed one of her legs over the other.

At that moment, a woman wearing a maid's uniform walked in with two cups of tea on a tray. She placed one cup on the table and the other she handed to Mika. She then bowed to her and dismissed herself. Mika sipped from the tea cup and from the corner of her eye she saw that her brother had walked to the other end of the room. He was rubbing his fingers across the surface of a vase.

"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" she yelled.

Mika put her tea down on the table and stood up.

"Have a seat, Tatsuha," she commanded firmly. She then pointed towards the couch directly opposite from where she was sitting. "Don't touch anything."

The young monk turned and slowly walked to the couch. He sat down and attempted to make himself comfortable by shifting around, while his sister sat and impatiently watched. When he was finished, he picked up the other cup of tea. Mika stared at him and he started to feel a little uneasy. Then she started to speak.

"I can see that we're probably going to start having problems." She looked down into her tea cup and the room seemed motionless. No one spoke. Not one sound was made. Mika began to feel a little uneasy herself…and uncomfortable. She slowly raised her eyes to meet with his, but instead caught sight of something that angered her.

Tatsuha had placed both of his feet on top of the coffee table. He had slouched in his seat and his eyes were closed.

"Wake up Tatsuha!"

He jolted up quickly, and Mika slapped one of his legs.

"Feet off the table! What's wrong with you? And listen to me when I speak!"

Tatsuha moved his feet off of the table and rubbed his sore leg.

"Listen Tatsuha, if we're going to stay together you're going to have to do what you're told and follow rules. I hope you don't think I'm just going to let you run around and do whatever it is you do."

Tatsuha yawned, which only ticked her off even more.

"Now," she continued, "The monks at the temple you're supposed to work at aren't ready for you yet, so you won't actually continue your studies until next week."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" was all that ran through his mind and Mika realized that it was getting harder to keep his attention.

"This is important. You can not bother Tohma at all. Don't speak to him unless you're spoken to. Don't touch him. Don't look at him. Don't even think about him. In fact, I arranged it so that your bedroom will be on the other side of the house. That way, we can avoid any unnecessary contact."

"I'm so glad you care so much about me," he replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"You should be. Now, I actually have some errands to run today, so I can't really spend time with you."

"Is this some kind of excuse?" he thought to himself.

I've already ordered a limo, so I'll be leaving shortly. Go to your room and unpack. STAY IN THIS HOUSE, I have eyes watching you."

On that note, the same maid from before re-entered the room and told Tatsuha to kindly follow her up the stairs. He grabbed his bags, and walked behind her to his room.

The room was located on the second floor of the mansion. It was secluded…far away from any other bedrooms. When Tatsuha entered he was surprised to see how large it was. It had three big windows, a bookshelf, a stereo (that for some odd reason kept playing classical Mozart), a large bed, and its very own bathroom.

The first thing he did when he entered the room was look out the window. It was a beautiful clear day and a limo had already pulled up to the side of the mansion. Tatsuha turned to his bed and unzipped one of his bags. He turned it upside down and dumped all of his clothes on top of it. After arranging it into a pile, he did the same thing to another bag until there was a huge mountain of clothes where his bed should've been.

The maid stood in the doorway and watched in awe.

"Excuse me, sir." She spoke very quietly.

Tatsuha looked up at her questionably. "Yes?"

"Um, I don't think that's what the lady of the house meant when she said to unpack."

"Oh, I know," he replied with a smile. "Has she left yet?"

"Yes. Miss Mika has just left in the limo."

It was then that Tatsuha was struck with a brilliant idea. He got off the bed and walked to the old woman in the doorway. With a smile on his face, he turned on his famous Uesugi charm.

"It sure is a shame she has such a pretty woman cleaning this big house. It must be tiring."

The maid blushed and touched her cheek as the young monk continued to approach her, getting closer and closer.

"No, not really." She smiled, "I'm used to it by now."

"Oh, but it must be tiring. You probably should relax…um…what's your name?

He placed his hand on her shoulder and she turned bright red.

"I-It's Rin. P-P-Please call me Rin," she stuttered.

"Rin. That's a pretty name."

The old woman giggled.

"Well, Rin. Do you think you could do me a big favor?"

"Sure!"

Tatsuha leaned towards her and whispered in her ear, "Where does Miss Mika keep her car keys?"

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The 'clacking' sound of computer keys filled the room, along with cigarette smoke. The famed romance novelist typed away on his computer, determined to meet a deadline. After he completed the page he was working on, he paused before starting the next one. He leaned back in his chair and took another long puff of his cigarette before putting it out in a nearby ashtray. He looked up at the ceiling, sighed, closed his eyes, and ran one of his hands through his blonde hair. It was quiet. He sat in complete silence…complete silence…comple-BOOM!

Eiri Uesugi jumped in his chair from the loud noise.

The sound of footsteps running back and forth in the other room immediately followed.

"That idiot." He mumbled to himself, and he got up from his chair and walked through the doorway. In the hallway, he yelled "Hey idiot! Didn't I tell you I'm working? I have a deadline! So shut up!"

He stood and waited for a reply, but no one answered. The noise continued only it had gotten louder, and an annoyed Eiri followed it into the main room.

"Damn it, brat! I said-" In the middle of his sentence, Eiri stepped on something. He bent over and picked up a jacket from under his foot. It was bright, neon yellow (a color that made him cringe at its sight). "What the hell?" he whispered and as he looked back down he found a trail of clothing leading to one of the apartment's bedrooms. He followed it, picking up each piece of clothing until he reached the door. With his arms full of bright colored cosplay costumes, he pushed open the door.

"WHAT THE HELL!"

He dropped everything. There were clothes all over the floor and bed. There were horrible clashes of bright colors and crazy patterns everywhere.

"What's going on?"

And then, from behind one pile of clothing, a pink-haired boy made a quick dash straight towards him. The author raised his fist, and struck his lover on the head.

"Waaahh! Yuukkiii!"

Shuichi was teary-eyed, and he pouted as he looked at his cruel Yuki. "Why'd you hit me? You're so mean." He rubbed his head.

"What did you do to my apartment!"

Shuichi smiled (as if nothing happened). "I'm picking out clothes for the Nittle Grasper concert, silly! Remember? The one you promised to take me to if I didn't embarrass or bother you for a whole week?"

"Oh yeah," Eiri sighed, "I still can't believe you pulled that off."

He picked up another shirt from the ground and examined it carefully, while thinking "What awful taste."

"Hmm…?" Eiri turned to Shuichi, who was bouncing from joy over by another pile of clothing. "Hey, baka, this looks too big for you." He pointed towards a pair of pants on the floor. "And that…", and again towards another pair, "And that…and that…all of these look too big for you."

"That's 'cause they're not for me. They're for you!" Shuichi grinned.

"…..what?"

"Yep," he swooned, "The only problem I'm having right now is finding something that'll complement your awesome eyes. Look, Yuki."

Shuichi's smile widened as he held up an orange, shredded T-shirt. "Try this on."

"No."

"But you promised--"

"No."

"But--"

"Hell No."

Shuichi's eyes grew large. "Yuki…"

"I said no. Drop dead."

"Yuki, you promised me. You said you'd do whatever I'd want if I'd go away, and I did. You can't wear a suit to the concert."

Eiri walked off saying something in a low voice and no sooner did he re-enter the main room did Shuichi catch up to him.

"It's not fair!"

Eiri turned to him and growled, "Listen! You--!"

A pounding on the front door interrupted him, and when he answered it, he was not pleased.

"Hello, aniki!"

Tatsuha stood in front of him, and Eiri frowned.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm glad to see you too", he answered, as he pushed himself past the doorway and into the apartment.

He immediately received greetings from Shuichi, despite his brother's cold welcoming.

"Hey Tatsuha!"

"What's up Shu-chan? How's it goin'?" Tatsuha smiled and then looked at Eiri.

"Get out."

"Awww. Don't cha want to ask how I've been Eiri? It's been forever!"

"It's been five months. That's hardly long enough. Does Mika know you're here?"

Eiri pulled out a cigarette and lit it as he waited for his younger brother to answer him. Tatsuha laughed it off.

"Don't worry about her. It's been taken care of."

"Whatever." Eiri blew out a puff of smoke and began heading towards his office. "I'll leave you girls to chat. Keep it down!"

When he was gone, Shuichi smiled at Tatsuha, "That's my Yuki!"

He sat on the floor and Tatsuha joined him. When he found the right moment he spoke. "Shu-chan, I'll cut straight to the chase. There's a Nittle Grasper concert coming up fast."

"I know! Yuki's taking me! Isn't that awesome!"

Tatsuha was filled with excitement. "You're going? This is great! That's what I wanted to hear. Do you think you could get me tickets? I--"

"Sorry." Shuichi shook his head back and forth, "But I only have two and they're for me and Yuki."

Tatsuha lowered his eyes. His excitement faded and Shuichi began to feel sorry for him.

"I'm sorry Tatsuha. I wish I could help you…hey! Why don't you ask Seguchi-san?"

Tatsuha stared at Shu-chan as he jumped to his feet. "What?"

"Yeah, it's a great idea! If he can't get you in no one can!"

"I don't know about that Shuichi. That might not work in my case."

"It'll be fine. I know where he's working today."

Shuichi pulled on Tatsuha's arm, "C'mon! I'll go get Yuki to drive us."

"That's o.k." Tatsuha smirked. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a set of car keys, "I've got a car!"

"Then let's go!"

"YES! Please! Both of you shut up and go! Then I could have some quiet!" Eiri's voice echoed throughout the room.

Tatsuha got up and followed Shuichi out the door. His resolve was stronger than ever.

"Damn it! I will get into that concert!"

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So, that's the first half of this chapter. Things are gonna get interesting from here on out. You'll see what I'm talking about once I get around to posting the next half. But anyway, I hope you liked it!

And for those who might be curious, Wani T.V. is the actual name of the company that produces "Hit Stage" in the manga. I didn't make it up, I just used it. It's in number 5.

Until the next half, see ya!