A/N: Before someone starts to whine about the shortness of this chapter, let me inform you that the last one was over 5, 000 words. Also, this is fluffy shit, or the beginning of fluffy shit. Same thing really. Be happy!

And no, it's not cliché that Eiji and Oishi were the ones that were chosen, it was fate I tell you, fate!

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"So, if I have gotten this straight," Kurenai sighed and pulled a hand through her long black hair. "You have gotten your band on a TV show and you want us to attend to the same one to raise the amount of viewers, is that correct?"

"That's pretty much it, yes" Sakurai replied firmly. "and I highly doubt it'll become a large problem since the show in question barely is an hour long. It won't take up too much of your time, but since it would raise the viewer ratings and therefore make our members more able to reach out to a larger audience. And since I have heard that Aozu's band mates have a very friendly standpoint regarding cooperation with newly formed bands compared to the other bands at this agency I do think you could spare us that hour."

"It's just my point of view that everyone has a certain degree of potential, and that they should receive a chance such as this" Tezuka answered sternly before his manager had any chance of cutting through.

"I can see that we understand each other, Tezuka-kun," Sakurai smiled sweetly, pushing a bunch of papers towards the male who started eying them quickly. Oishi, who seemed to be something like Tezuka's other hand, leaned over on the couch until he was sitting beside his friend, silently glancing at the papers in front of them, studying the text closely.

Eiji didn't like this, not at all. Yes, Sakurai-san's plan surely seemed to be going well, but this entire affair made him uneasy. Well, not the show thing itself really, just that he was sitting opposite the very person he had harassed a little over a month or so ago, and the raven haired male still hadn't said or moved in a way that told the redhead that the male remembered it at all. It wasn't like Eiji wanted the other to point it out, but still, it was frustrating just sitting there, studying the other and just waiting for the moment the male would blurt it all out. He was waiting, searching for signs that he didn't even know what would look like.

But the moment didn't seem to come. Instead Tezuka threw a quick glance at his friend before pushing the papers towards their manager. The woman sighed in defeat, obviously more than used to being voted down by her clients. Silently Eiji wondered just why Aozu had a manager anyway, according to him they seemed to take all their decisions on their own.

"Out of the question," Kurenai snorted after having only glanced at the first sentences. "Firstly, two weeks is way too short notice, do you know how long time it takes to plan these things?" Sakurai chuckled in response.

"I just got the date myself, but I did do a quick calculation and came up with that one or two hours each day would give us plenty of time. And if you can't afford the time yourself I am sure that Tezuka is more than capable of taking care of it all on his own." If Kurenai saw the sarcasm behind the males words, she never showed it.

"Look, if you got such a short notice you should just have turned it down and-"

"Waited for another opportunity?" Sakurai cut in. "You should know that it isn't that easy for a band whose single isn't even released yet to get onto a TV station." Sakurai pushed up his glasses as the woman eyed him angrily, obviously offended at being interrupted. Chuckling the blonde waved a hand in front of his face. "Sorry, sorry, please do continue."

"…as I was about to say, even if we did agree to help you, and even if Tezuka would be able to handle it, it doesn't take away the fact that Tezuka…" she motioned with her arm towards the brunette. "…is recording a single at the moment and therefore doesn't have that extra time to spare. I am deeply sorry for your bad timing though." Kurenai smiled sweetly, and the smile seemed to grow even more as it became obvious that Tezuka's recording was a factor Sakurai seemed to have missed when he dug around for information. Quietly Eiji wondered if the woman had something against them, or if she was just satisfied with, for once, being able to set her foot down without her clients driving over her.

"Oishi," Eiji's head snapped up just in time to catch the quick exchange of glances between the both males.

"Aah…" a that soft voice was heard as Oishi agreed with whatever Tezuka had said, nodding slightly before pulling a hand through his hair. Tezuka didn't waste any time, he just bent over and grabbed the papers from his manager and gave them to his friend who accepted them carefully, flipping through them once to check that nothing was missing, just in case.

"We'll accept your offer…" Tezuka eyed them sternly. "If you accept that Oishi replaces me." There was no mistaking the jubilant smile that arose on Sakurai's face, just as it was impossible to miss the disapproval that crossed Kurenai's own.

"Don't mind, don't mind. Actually I was thinking about leaving it to Eiji on our side, if that isn't a problem that is?" Eiji looked up on his manager with horror in his face, somehow the troubles just seemed to arrive one after the other, and he was unable to do anything to stop them. Everything just got decided without anybody listening to his point of view. Sadly he wondered if things would have been different if he had told Sakurai about it all right away, if the blonde would have dragged Momo or Inui with him instead. Or just would have skipped the entire cooperation with Aozu all together.

"It's fine," he heard Tezuka mutter and he eyed the person that he, from this point onward, would need to spend at least one hour a day with. The person in question seemed unaware of his frequent glancing, still looking through the papers he held in a firm grip. And then, green eyes met his own as the other looked back over the top of the papers, blinked once, and then twice in confusion.

Eiji felt his breath get caught in his throat as the corners of soft lips moved upwards in a gentle smile before the male stood up slowly and leaned over the table, offering a hand Eiji hesitantly accepted, shaking it shyly. It was warm, soft and he looked down at it. Somehow, something…

"Yoroshku…" Eiji found himself looking back into the by now almost familiar face, blinking in order to grasp what that word really meant since he seemed to have momentarily forgotten it. It hit him mere seconds later, and embarrassed he stuttered forward a reply.

"Y-yoroshku…" he saw lips once moving into a that gentle smile once more before their hands parted, leaving him with a strange feeling of uneasy and restlessness.

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A/N: Somehow I think this just turned from the rival thing I planned from the beginning to a get together fic, but it might just be me. Also, adrgqeaugaiueaf at the GP moment… ARHHGG!!! Finally, finally I tell you!!

Oh, that's true, feed me those reviews!!