DISCLAIMER: If I have to put this here, I don't think I own much.

NOTE: I'm back~~~

Rough Day

Tohma's day hadn't started very good. For one, Sakano burst in bawling about how K was so mean and how he couldn't work with him anymore, and then continued to bawl for the next forty minutes. Then, Mika came by to screech at him for an hour about how much of a bastard and an unfit father he was. At 12:30, K came in to inform him that he had accidentally shot some of the recording equipment and that the whole system short circuited. It would need to be replaced, at no small expense. And now, at 2:55, some punkass little brat was standing in front of him next to some nerd and a security guard rambling about something she clearly was guilty for.

"I swear!" the midget pushed up her glasses angrily, "I didn't hack your servers!"

The nerd (when had Tohma hired him?) smirked, dropping a laptop on the desk so the girl could view it. "Then how do you explain the breach at 12:15 today from your IP address?"

She glanced at his records, not impressed at all. "Ah, fine I did it. Still can't prove I did anything illegal."

"You run the Nittle Grasper and Bad Luck fansites don't you, Miss Taniguchi?" he asked.

"I run a lot of fansites for a lot of things." Taniguchi picked at her fingernails. "I've also built one of the quickest growing browsers and five video game consoles."

"That still doesn't give you the right to post things you steal from us!"

"Well maybe if your firewall put up a better fight it wouldn't have happened in the first place."

"Arrogant bitch!"

"Wussy programmer."

Tohma cleared his throat, putting the nerd war on pause. He was growing very irritated at this, and to be entirely honest, he just didn't care. The girl was right. If she hacked the servers and stole info on the bands, well, they probably deserved it. "Miss Taniguchi is it?"

She looked up, a polite smile reaching her face. "Yes, Mr. Seguchi Tohma. Anything for the keyboardist of Nittle Grasper."

"You may leave. Please, feel free to start a virtual war with my imbecile workers at any time." Tohma laughed sarcastically. "Just try not to get caught next time."

Taniguchi stuck her tongue out at the programmer and left. Soon the room was empty again, and Tohma could finally have peace.

"Mr. Seguchi! Mr. Seguchi!"

Or…so he thought.

Tohma shot a glare at Hiro viciously. "What?"

Hiro winced. "Um…I'm sorry. We just wanted to let you know that we finished recording the last song, and we'd like to bring you the disc, i-if you want."

Tohma ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "Of course, go right ahead."

Bad Luck delivered the disc and then decided to go home for the day, leaving Tohma listening to the CD himself. It was notably better than Bad Luck's past albums. He sighed, a smile gracing his face gently. Each second that passed was another second closer to Hawaii. He could barely hold his excitement back enough to keep from squealing like a teenage girl.

In fact… Tohma chuckled. I know someone in particular who would very much enjoy hearing this CD.

Ryuichi sighed. There wasn't much to do at the moment. Nittle Grasper had already finished recording quite a while ago, and he was fresh out of ideas for songs. So this left our poor boy sitting in a bean bag chair in the employee's lounge playing a video game he didn't even like very much, wondering when the hell Tohma would be done.

"Ryuichi~~"

He didn't have time to gasp. A pair of headphones came over his ears with a snap. Catchy music fresh-off-the-presses blared from them. A smile grazed his face; his eyes slid up to meet the eyes of the one he loved. "Tohma…"

Tohma put a finger to his lips, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Just listen." Tohma sat next to him, smiling and humming.

When the song ended, Ryuichi slipped the headphones off. "They're quite good…"

"Yes. Quite."

"You won't ever…"

Tohma looked up. "Hmm?"

Ryuichi was now looking down at the CD player insecurely.

Tohma took his hand, squeezing it. "Ryuichi, what's wrong?"

"You won't ever abandon Nittle Grasper will you?" he exclaimed. "Cuz you know you're a very important member, and Nori's mean but she thinks that too and-"

Tohma smirked. "That's enough, Ryuichi. You have nothing to worry about."

Ryuichi smiled weakly. "Do you really mean that?"

The blond nodded. "Of course. Now why don't we head home?"

And with that Ryuichi shot up out of his chair, giggling like a little girl. "Yippee! Toh-kun's the best!"

Now, dearest Tohma had been having a rough day so far. He thought that when he went to go home with Ryuichi he would finally be able to relax, maybe even go to bed early if the brunette wasn't particularly rowdy tonight.

Tohma, like always, was dead wrong.

When Ryuichi opened the door, he found something he never expected.

Allow me to set the scene.

A soccer game was playing in the background. Kazune was sprawled across the couch, sleeping soundly, his head in the lap of a jet-black haired boy his age. The boy himself looked quite content, his hand tangled in Kazune's hair. It was a perfect scene for any yaoi fangirl, but Seguchi Tohma would have you done away with in the night if you ever called him a girl.

The black-haired boy chuckled nervously. "Well hello…you must be Mr. Seguchi…I'm Keita."

Silly Tohma. Your life can never be easy, of all things.