A:N: Lately I have been looking around for translated songs as reference material for what is about to come. Now I have like 18 pages of translated lyrics to go through. Urghh…. I also think that I am starting to need another summary, someone that doesn't suck as hard as I on creating one?

The lovely-dovelyness continues~

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"Eiji-senapi!" Momo cried out. "Are you even trying to concentrate?" Eiji blinked, momentarily teared from the daze he had been in since the morning. He couldn't help it though, he was really tired. His scheme was stuffed as it was, and the last thing he really needed was additional meetings after work hours. Which, mind you, already were two hours longer than before due to that they desperately tried to finish the recording before the TV show.

"Sorry, sorry," he smiled weakly and once more swallowed the yawn that had tried to arise in the last two hours. "I am just a bit tired nya…" Why wouldn't he be? Yesterday Sakurai-san stupidly had suggested that they would plan the TV show after work, since Eiji did need to work on his recording as well, and Aozu had simply agreed. Oishi had agreed like it was completely logical, Tezuka like he couldn't care less, since he knew that his right hand would get the work done either way, and Kurenai just waving a hand at them in a typical you-don't-care-about-my-option-anyway manner.

And then they had went their separate ways, Sakurai following him to the recording studio since he still wasn't quite used to the way there yet. But he did know where Cap to bin's head quarter was! The recording studio only acted as a temporary one so it didn't count!

"Eiji-senpai!" As soon as Eiji had stepped inside he found himself cramped into a tight embrace by his kohai. "Things have been horrible without you here! Taka has been recording his drum solo the entire time, and neither Inui or mamushi are any fun!"

In the end he succeeded to wriggle himself free from the males stern grip and complaints, only to be met with questions from their data expert.

"Ahh… Kikumaru, was it a success?" He had nodded dumbly in reply and Inui had once again started to scribble stuff into his notebook, mumbling something among the lines of 'I see' the entire time.

The rest of the day had passed quickly, Inui had started with perfecting the last of the drums, leaving himself and Momo with nothing else than singing the lyrics until their throats became sore. Kaidoh had been sitting in a corner, going through his note sheets to the bass, scribbling down things he would undoubtly discuss with Inui later.

And then, just as they were reaching the end of the day, there had been a knock on the door. Neither of them really paid it any attention since the only person that ever visited them was Sakurai, and said man would probably enter the room in a matter of seconds anyway.

However, there was no loud blonde opening the door, instead the knock was heard once again, a bit louder though, like the person in question was unsure if they had heard the previous one or not.

"Yes?" Inui asked as he put down the papers he had been reading through on the table, glance turning to the door just in time to see it open and reveal a black haired male. Eiji could see the others eyes widen as they understood just who it was that was currently hesitantly taking a step into the room.

"Anoo…" the male began shyly. "I was supposed to have a meeting regarding the TV show, but if you aren't finished yet I'll just wait outside and…"

"No, we were just finishing up," Inui refused his offer and pushed up his glasses to the brink of his nose before he started to collect all of his papers. Momo grinned excitedly over finally being able to get out of the cramped room and jumped away towards Taka, taking the drumsticks from him in a swift motion.

"Taka-san, we're finished for today!" He grinned as Taka shyly rubbed the back of his neck, before nodding slowly and stood up, following Momo to the door where Inui and Kaidoh were already waiting.

"We'll take our leave then," the data man declared before he made his way out with the rest of Cap to Bins members tightly following him. The last Eiji saw was Momo's wide grin as the male waved goodnight.

"Bye, bye Eiji-senpai!" Eiji found himself smiling weakly as he slowly waved back. The door closed behind them and Eiji swallowed hard. He had tried to forget this moment, when Oishi would come so they could start the entire TV show planning. He had to say that he had succeeded rather well with it, until now that is. As Oishi walked painfully slow towards the set of cushions and took a seat opposite him, he couldn't help the panic that arose inside of him. He felt like he had been running away from a problem he foolishly had created, only to find out that he had been running in a circle and was now back to square one.

He wanted to forget it all, but it was hard when the other male kept popping up from nowhere, making images of an action he would rather never think about again appear in his brain. Maybe it was only him that actually remembered it, but that fact didn't stop the player in his head from replaying the same film over and over again.

Suddenly he was cut away from his train of thought as a soft voice gently spoke to him, catching his attention by making clear that he was not the only one present.

"Shall we?"

He found himself once again nodding dumbly in reply.

Really, the more he thought about it the more it seemed like Oishi really didn't remember their first encounter at all. Not that he minded though, it was just… he didn't know. Maybe he was irritated over being haunted by a fact that no one else seemed to know about. There had been nothing in the males body language, voice, eyes or anything else that would have given Eiji the slightest hint about whether Aozu's bassist really remembered when he had crashed into the other. Or rather, if he cared about it or not.

He heaved a sigh and eyed through the note sheets in front of him once more, eyes narrowing as he tried to remember the tiny dots and just which part Inui had changed since yesterday. Three seconds later he had found it, and hesitantly placed his fingers on the neck of the guitar, humming softly to himself as he tried the new part of the song. Yes, it did in fact sound better like this, however it was hard to play the new chords when he was so used to the old ones.

Eiji closed his eyes and let the music take over, letting it fill his mind and wash away all unpleasant thoughts about a certain male he would need to spend the next week and five days together with.

It was refreshing somehow, playing the intro and concentrating on absolutely nothing else. Making the movements of his fingers the only thing that mattered in the world, the frequent stomping of his feet as he tried to keep the rhythm while he played. This was what he wanted to do and he couldn't help enjoying the melody he produced.

Exactly ten seconds later Momo was playing with him, their melodies matching perfectly. They were smiling to each other, just enjoying being able to play together like they had done such a long time ago. It felt like they reached the last tune too quickly, slowing coming down from their heights and almost confusedly looked at their band mates through the thick glass that kept them apart. Inui was nodding to himself, and even Kaidoh seemed to look directly at them, giving them credit for their work.

Turning towards Momo, Eiji raised his hand and they clasped them together before they took down their instrument and left the small stall.

"Ne, ne! How was it? Is it good enough?" Eiji chirped happily, and the grin grew even wider as Inui nodded in agreement.

"We can certainly use this recording. Now we just need the keyboard, drums and vocal," the man counted on his fingers, obviously pleased that they actually seemed to have stayed with the schedule. "But I think this will do for today. Also, I would like to point ou-"

Inui didn't even have the time to finish his sentence before there was a knock on the door.

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"Eiji, are you aright?"

"Hnnn?" The redhead tiredly rubbed his eyes. He seemed to have forgotten it before with all the adrenaline and the joyful feelings that surged through him while he played, but in the end it didn't remove the fact that he was still deadly tired. He had been trying to nail the melody since this morning, which had resulted in nothing more than breakfast. Which might not have been very unusual, but since he was already lacking a proper amount of sleep he was in desperate need of the tiniest bit of sugar he could get his hands on.

"Sorry nya. It was pretty late yesterday and I have kind of been playing non-stop since the morning," he yawned lightly and leaned backwards into the sofa, eying the other as an eyebrow quirked upwards and emerald eyes studied him closely.

He didn't know if it was because he was deadly tired or just that he was starting to get used to the other, but somehow Eiji found himself strangely at ease. He was still on guard though, against anything that could indicate towards that time, but they had spent a rather large amount of time together lately because of the cooperation and he found himself feeling almost relaxed, almost.

"Have you eaten properly?" Oishi was already collecting the mass of papers before Eiji even had the chance to reply. The other male had been in showbiz way too long to not know that when you said that you had been recording since the morning, it was literal.

"Eum… Breakfast?"

"Lets move to the cafeteria," Oishi suggested and Eiji found himself grinning in reply

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"I usually have the time to eat properly though," Eiji half-heartedly defended himself as he munched away on a baguette. He didn't want to other to think that he was being lazy with the food, even if Oishi hadn't accused him for anything amongst the lines. "Hoi, it's just that the last minute change Inui made just didn't want to be remembered, it was not my fault, really!"

He heard the light chuckle, not teasing; just a way for the male to show him that he was listening, and was enjoying their small conversation, even though they should focus more on the papers they had brought with them.

It was hard though, Eiji suddenly found out that he had so much to say and the other didn't seem to mind it from where he was sitting, smiling softly over the corner of his cup of coffee, listening without interruption. Before he knew it he had told Oishi the entire story, about Momo and their shared dream, his old job, how Echizen's appearance had made him take the step. Even though he did scratch the back of his neck in embarrassment as he admitted it, the words flying out from his mouth before his brain could register them.

He didn't know why, maybe Oishi had that calm personality that the people around him seemed to miss. His family were a bunch of hyperactive redheads and no one seemed to stop up even once, even if his oldest sisters did have her moments. However those occasions was very rare, and whatever you might tell her in a moment such as that would haunt you for the upcoming three years.

But Oishi just… somehow he felt different, and Eiji couldn't help but start to relax in the others presence. Somehow he had ended up telling him about the entire Inui-Kaidoh affair as well, and Oishi had only laughed before he jokingly cut in:

"So that's the secret to Nogami's lost men huh?" Eiji nodded before he took another bit of the baguette and swallowed almost way too quickly in his eagerness to tell the rest.

"But I thought I had made a complete fool out of myself you know?" He sighed smiling weakly at the memory. "…and I was kind of running away from them before I even heard their reply nya, rushing through the corridor like woah! Hoi, I almost, crashed into one girl see?" He blinked twice in confusion before his mind finally seemed to catch up with his mouth and he lowered his gaze, ashamed as he remembered that he should have changed the subject long ago. At least before he had reached this point.

"…and then?" Oishi offered him, probably not thinking that the stream of words that had poured from his mouth until just recently seemed to actually have an end, and just wanting to help his colleague get back on track. Eiji shook his head and waved a hand in front of his face and gave the baguette his entire attention.

"You know…" he looked meaningful at the other from the corner of his eye, feeling his face becoming flushed and he tried to hide it through bending forward so his bangs fell over his face.

"Ahh…" Suddenly Oishi's voice was the pure incarnation of realisation. "You met me there, didn't you?"

"I am sorry," his hands held the baguette in a firm grip as he heard the tremble in his own voice. "It was just… too much at once I guess…"

"Don't mind it, I have seen worse," Oishi told him gently and his head snapped up, eyes connecting with green-hazel ones, and he understood that he must have looked very surprised, because Oishi let out a soft laugh before he leaned just a little bit closer over the table and lowered his voice. "Once there was this very violent person who threatened us just because we happened to be in the corridor when he made his way out."

"Eh?" Eiji blinked in surprise at the statement and Oishi only nodded. "Really?"

"I don't think he will do it again though, both Tezuka and Fuji can be very scary when they want to… oh, and then there was another male who was laying on the floor crying, and the woman who threatened to hang herself from a lamp in the corridor with the help of her handbag if I didn't immediately take her to one of the higher ups, since the person she just had talked with was highly incompetent," Oishi chuckled lightly at the memories.

Eiji found himself giggling softly to it all, 'maybe' he thought to himself, just maybe there was something behind the saying that there always was someone better, or worse than yourself. Then the conversation had just floated on, Sakurai-san's call and how Momo just had happened to be close by, about Taka's mysterious appearance and God knew what else.

"Anoo… Oishi?" Eiji suddenly asked, eyes gleaming curiously. "Why did you join this branch?" He saw the other tuck his cheek into one of his hands as the other pondered.

"Hmm… I am not sure myself. Really, I think I just happened to follow Tezuka when he made his choice. Though I did go to an audition," he added in at the end.

"And you're saying that I didn't go to one?"

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that," Oishi defend himself.

"Like Momo then?" He cut in, because it suddenly hit Eiji how lucky he had been that his friend had been able to actually play. Because Sakurai had just came to the conclusion that Momo was Eiji's new recruit. If it had been someone else… like his brother…. Urgh, he didn't even want to think about it.

"Well…"

"Hey, that's rude towards Momo!" Eiji caught on and cried out teasingly, pointing a slender finger towards the other in the process.

"I never said that he didn't have any talent, did I?" They laughed and smiled sheepishly towards each other. Eiji let out a soft grin, he had felt kind of strange the entire evening and he guessed that it was mainly because of his lack of sleep and food though, he really should start to take better care of himself.

"Hoi, hoi…."

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A/N: Next chap is going to be an Aozu special, or Oishi special depending on how you look on it….. I think you get the point either way.