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 Four - The First of Many :.
Today was the first day of the private tutoring that Tohma had offered Shuichi three days ago. It was
time to see if Shuichi really had what it took to become or surpass Ryuichi Sakuma for Japans number
one rockstar.
Tohma leaned against the doorframe to his hallway. His eyes were closed momentarily as he went over
his mental checklist for the day, making sure everything was set. He was wearing simple dress pants
and a blue shirt. He was also wearing his glasses, since he was at home and not the office he had
no need for the regular contacts he wore on a day to day basis. After finishing his checklist he looked
at his watch, then to the door with a smile that seemed to frown.
Shuichi Shindou was late.
Twenty minutes late to be exact. Tohma's eyes only opened when he heard a knock on his door. He
casually walked forward and answered it. He had a snide comment on his lips, a cruel statement
about Shuichi's lateness, but as soon as his eyes landed on the pink ball of cute he simply sighed.
"You're late Mr. Shindou." As to be expected the vocalist started to spiel over his excuses giving Tohma
some colourful reasons as to why he was so fashionably late. "Mr. Shindou." Tohma said calmly the
boy stopped his spieling to let the other speak to him calmly. "let's get started." Shuichi nodded and
followed the blonde.
Soon enough the teens mouth was dropping in awe. He had expected Tohma to live luxurious given his
financial wealth. But he had not been expecting it to be as exquisite as this. The blonde lived seemingly
alone in this large three storey house. But it wasn't till they reached the studio on the second floor that
the pink haired teen was completely overwhelmed by the sight before him.
It looked exactly like a studio he would work in at NG. The only difference were the many drawings that
Ryuichi had given it over the years. There were cork boards over the mixers side of the booth, covered
in half written lyrics that was all in crayon and textas. There were many sheets of music that were
written by both Tohma and Noriko around the room also. It screamed Nittle Grasper, and as soon as
Shuichi made the connection it only sunk in what the blonde had told him when he had opened the
door.
"Welcome to the place where Nittle Grasper was formed." Shuichi covered his mouth and stepped in
after the blonde. He felt as though he was stepping on sacred ground. This was the place that his
idol and god had begun his singing quest, this is where it had all begun. And all at once Shuichi
felt both privileged and like he didn't deserve to be there.
"Uh, Mr. Seguchi?" Shuichi asked meekly stopping about three steps away from the door. Tohma
turned to face the teen humming a reply indicating that the teen should continue his question. "Uh,
should I be here? In this room?" Tohma merely smiled.
"Of course Mr. Shindou." Tohma then sat down at a piano that sat in the large spacious room. The
blonde motioned for Shuichi to sit next to him. "First of all we'll see how good your pitch is." Tohma
hit a key on the piano and waited for the other to sing. Surprisingly Shuichi did as he was told la'ing
the note.
Tohma was pleasantly surprised to hear that Shuichi's voice was well tuned. And that the singer
responded well to his instruction.
Three pleasant hours later they sat within Tohma's kitchen with hot drinks going over everything that
the younger had just learned. And within four hours of his arriving a new date was set and the pink
haired boy had left to return to Eiri.
Tohma returned to his kitchen and opened up his fridge. Taking down a rose glass he poured himself
a generous serving of red wine and returned his living room where he sat with some basic classical
music. It didn't take long for Tohma to lie down on hiss back holding the glass toying with it making
the red liquid swirl in time with his thoughts.
Why had he felt so comfortable with the boy that was a threat to his love with Eiri? Why did the boy
seem to have such an effect over him? And most of all, why did it no longer bother him as much as
it used to that Eiri would find happiness with someone other than him?
All the answers his mind could conjour for these questions were soon washed away when the blonde's
hand had fallen to the ground dropping, breaking and spilling his glass of wine as he had entered the
world of a long black, dreamless sleep.
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A/N: Written at Dads. I felt all my creative juices just flow out and well now we're here. I dont know
how long this fic is going to take, with a bit of luck it won't be too much. But at the same time I am
aiming for it to be the best I can give. So yeah, TBC folks.
-rest in pieces-
AkiyaRae
