Rating: PG-13 (for language and adult situations)

Pairings: Shuichi/Yuki and Aizawa/Shuichi

Genres: Angst/Drama

Summary: Just Aizawa having a little angst fest. Then it becomes Aizawa royally pissing off Shuichi.

I'm loving the way every chapter has come off so far. Plus, it's fun to write Aizawa in full bitch mode. And Shuichi was really fun this chapter. I love it when he actually gets pissed off.

Disclaimer: I don't own gravitation or any of it's characters. If I did, we'd have more Aizawa.


Unexpected Comfort

Chapter 4

Aizawa walked into work, a ball of tensed up nerves. He was suffering from a wretched hangover and a rather serious case of butterflies in his stomach. He kept thinking about what he was going to say to Shindou. As much as he wanted to avoid the boy, he knew he had to square away some things. Even if Shindou didn't realize what last night was about, he would probably tell someone about it. That someone would no doubt have more brains then Shindou and be able to figure it out. Then he'd be screwed.

These thoughts were what filled his head as he sulked into ASK's recording studio. Ma-kun and Ken-chan gave him glances, obviously wondering what was up. Aizawa decided to stop their questions with the "say something and I'll rip off all of your beloved extremities" look. The two just shrugged and went back to work, used to Aizawa's melodramas.

He buried his head in his arms, trying to forget he was even alive. He wasn't used to being so indecisive. When Taki Aizawa wanted something, he always went after it with all his heart, never hesitating. It got him in a lot of trouble, but it was also what made him successful in life. But, that boldness was eluding him lately. He couldn't decide what he honestly thought about Shindou. There was the part that wanted the boy battered and bloody, left alone in the icy, cold world. Then there always came the pang of regret, the part that wanted to take the boy and hold him.

He loved that voice, that voice God hadn't seen fit to give him. He wanted to possess that boy, to protect him and watch over him. Ravish him, love him. It was beyond his comprehension, and it made him confused and weak. Maybe it was just an aberration, but he couldn't put it to rest.

/I'm scared and I hate you for that, Shindou. Thanks to you, my life's going down the drain. All my aspirations. Why can't I just hate you? Why do I also want you? It's too fucked up. This isn't what my life was supposed to be. It was supposed to…/

"Aizawa-san, are you ready to start?" Came the voice of his manager, a rather boring man, yet one who was also a little frustrated and timid at times. It was hard on him dealing with a temperamental person like Aizawa in all fairness. You could never tell when Aizawa was going to be in a bad mood. Aizawa knew this as well and realized now would be a good time for a little mild bitching.

"My throat's sore. I'm getting some coffee." Aizawa said as he got up and walked towards the door. The manager reached out to stop him. Aizawa shot him a nasty look, freezing the man in his tracks.

He then left the room, feeling a little happier already. Aizawa had always had certain talent for projecting himself either positively or negatively. It gave him great pleasure to use this gift and was one of the things that had lead him into show business. There was no doubt as well that it had been part of what drew the business to him.

As he received his coffee from the vending machine, the thought came to his mind that now was the time to see Shindou. Granted, the stress might turn his voice to shit for the rest of the week, but he had to do it now. While he had the guts and the coffee in his system.

Finding Bad Luck's studio, he finished off all of his coffee and threw the cup in the garbage. He took a deep breath, knowing he couldn't go in looking like he was going to fall to pieces in a moments notice. He refused to do that again. Finally, feeling composed, he walked in.

"For the love of God! Why must you guys always do this when we have a deadline!" Cried Sakano, Bad Luck's manager, known around N-G as Seguchi's whipping boy. It was obviously not going well. Aizawa couldn't help but thank God. He was glad he wasn't the only one having an off day.

"Shuichi! Pull it together! You sound like a drunk Spice Girl!" Screamed Noriko Ukai, who appeared to be moments away from beating the snot out of Shindou.

"But, Noriko I can't. It's no good." Cried Shindou, tears gushing down his face. "And what the hell is he doing here!?" Shuichi screamed as he pointed to Aizawa. Nakano, Sakano and Ukai looked where Shindou was pointing.

"Hey, can't I enjoy the competition's talent on occasion?" Aizawa smiled. "Though, it sounds like someone's just hitting puberty. My three year old niece has a deeper voice." He smirked at the enraged look on Shindou's face.

/Since you've mind fucked with me, it's only fair that I mind fuck with you./



/What's he doing here? What does he want? I don't need this! I have bigger problems. Yuki problems. Oh, shit don't tell me he's going to finish what he started last night?/

Sure, Shuichi didn't know what that was, but he was scared of it. But, right now, more then anything, he was pissed. Aizawa was staring at him intently, daring him to screw up. A demon ready to fall on him, should he fail. He felt rage burning inside him.

"Come on, lets go!" Manager, keyboardist and guitarist looked at him as if he'd popped a screw loose. After a minute, Hiro glanced at Noriko and shrugged. As they started playing, the thought kept going through Shuichi's head.

/I won't lose. Not to you. I'll beat you, get Yuki back and everything will go back to the way it was./

As he sang, it welled up inside him. He felt a wave of power ripple through him, spilling out from him. /I can beat him, I just know I can./ Even as Shuichi thought that, he could see Aizawa's face looking smug.

/Argh! What is with this guy? Is this the same man who was laying on top of me crying! He was all… and now you'd, you'd never think he had a bad day in his life! Dammit! You annoy the hell out of me!/

Still, he was able to finish the song despite these thoughts. Aizawa started clapping, still smug looking. "Bravo! I guess you showed me! You've really made my day!" It was strange because he seemed almost sincere. Or at the very least, he hid his sarcasm rather well.

"What the hell is your problem with me?" Shuichi growled under his breath.

"Meet me for some burgers during lunch and I'll tell you." Aizawa grinned obviously enjoying Shuichi's frustration.

Shuichi's eyebrow twitched. "Why would I want to do that? And after what happened last night?" Everyone looked at Shuichi in surprise and then looked at Aizawa. Aizawa looked just a little shocked for a moment, but covered it up quickly.

"I just gave you a ride home, geez. Make it sound perverted why don't you?" Aizawa muttered, playing it cool. Shuichi was about to say something when the thought hit him.

/I don't need my life to be harder then it already is. And I suddenly get the feeling that he can make my life very hard./

"Alright. I'll do it." He said, feeling as if he had lost, but still maintaining a defiant edge to his voice.

"Well then, see ya." Aizawa waved leaving.

"Shuichi, is there something you're not telling me?" Hiro looked at the pink haird boy accusingly.

"Eh, well maybe. But, it's not important."

/Shit! I don't need this./


"Whew. That was fun." Aizawa smirked as he walked down the halls.

/But, damn it what am I going to do now? Shit, I actually have to talk to him now! How the hell am I going to do that without looking pathetic…/

Still, it needed to be done. At the very least he had to make sure Shindou didn't go talking about last night. Or at least not to very many people. That would be utterly humiliating. And either way, he was getting Shindou back for everything. Even if the most he got was a free burger and fries. Because if that little punk thought he was paying…


To Be Continued…

Just a little discussion between Aizawa and Shuichi about Yuki and other things…

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