A/N: Auzo, I love you~

And TG too XDD

I think that I am in a desperate need of a new summary to this fic. Anyone?

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"Ne, Oishi?"

"Hmm?" The man in question raised his head just in time to catch the bands genius flopping down on the sofa beside him, stretching himself comfortably as Oishi returned to reading through the bunch of papers scattered over the table, tapping a pen against it while he pondered.

"How is it going with the TV show?" Fuji asked casually, leaning forward the slightest in a curious manner in order to catch a glimpse of the contense of his papers.

"Fine, we didn't get very much done yesterday though, but I think we'll manage it in time anyway," Oishi replied and circled a few of the words on the paper with the pen. "Aren't you going to help Tezuka with his recording? Mental support?"

"Nah, we all know that Tezuka likes to take care of it himself," Fuji waved a hand in front of his face before letting it fall down beside him. "A~ah, there isn't really much going on these days. "Tezuka is away on recording, you have the TV thing, and Echizen is God knows where, probably sleeping for all that I know"

"I would say that much is going on then," Oishi countered as he flipped through a few pages.

"Not for me," Fuji declared and yawned loudly. "I am bored, Tezuka always puts priority on his work after all." If Oishi didn't know better he would have thought that Fuji was sulking, however Fuji did not sulk so he shrugged his shoulders and returned to the work ahead. However, Fuji seemed to have other plans.

"Say, how is Cap to Bin?" Fuji suddenly leaned closer on the sofa and eyed him with interest and Oishi sighed quietly. They had a photo session later today, so he really needed to get the paper work done since the session in question interlooped with his meeting with Eiji.

"I don't know Fuji, I haven't heard any of them play, or sing for that matter," it was something with the way the prodigy smiled and chuckled lightly that told him that it hadn't been the answer Fuji had been looking for.

"Saa… I meant how they were. Do they seem interesting?" Oishi raised his head from his papers and quirked an eyebrow open.

"Interesting?" Suddenly he recalled a pair of daring blue eyes that seemed to challenge him in a lobby, a hurricane of red before a slim body had crushed into his own. Alert eyes that cautiously watched him from the other side of a table. A small, hesitant hand that was shaking ever so slightly as he took it in his own.

A tired but still satisfied smile as the person almost fell asleep on the spot, movements drowsy as they walked through a corridor side by side. A toothy grin as a baguette seemed to disappear into thin air together with the sleepiness as the person in question energetically chatted away precious time.

Oishi wouldn't use the word 'interesting' but still… something…

Oishi's train of thought quickly got interrupted as the door to their room opened to reveal a slightly more annoyed Tezuka compared to how the male usually was. It appeared that there had obviously been a few problems during the recording.

"Where is Echizen?" Tezuka's voice was stern as he walked towards the cushions, but remained standing.

"My, my Tezuka," Fuji grinned and leaned forwards, elbows resting on his thighs and his head in his hands. "A 'hello' would certainly have been nice." With a sigh Tezuka sat down on one of the cushions, eying the both of them.

"The third verses melody just doesn't work," Tezuka declared. "We need to slow it down and rerecord it."

"A~ah" Fuji smiled from his position. "Sadly Echizen is nowhere to be found." Tezuka eyed Fuji irritatedly whilst the genius just continued smiling. Pulling a hand through his hair Oishi heaved a sigh and threw a look at the clock on the wall.

"Can't you just wait with it until tomorrow?" he asked gently. "We're supposed to have the session in about two hours so I highly doubt we'll manage to finish the recording today either way." Tezuka nodded slowly and crossed his arms. "Also there were a few things I wanted to go through before I mention them to Eiji." Two pair of eyebrows quirked up in question, but Fuji was the first to mouth them.

"Eiji?" He asked surprised as he fixed his eyes on Oishi. "Who is that?"

"Kikumaru?" Tezuka's surprise almost took him back. It hadn't hit him until now that he was actually referring to the redhead by his first name. Well, he had thought about it, but had long ago came to the conclusion that Eiji didn't listen to 'Kikumaru'.

Maybe it had something to do with the large family Eiji was a part of, which was something the redhead had told him about a few days ago in the cafeteria. Having such a large family probably meant that it was impossible for friends and such to call the members of the Kikumaru's household by their last names when they visited, which had tought Eiji to not listen to his last name, or something. Oishi wasn't sure, his family was not, after all, very large.

He had tried to call the male by Kikumaru, but had quickly learned that he often needed to repeat himself when he did so, while an 'Eiji' caught the energetic males attention directly. It was just natural that he would go for Eiji's first name then, especially so when Eiji didn't seem to mind it at all.

"Cap to Bin's bandleader?" Fuji cut in, eyes wide in curiosity. "Since when did the two of you get to first name basis?"

"We haven't!" Oishi almost cried out, it was in fact half of the truth since Eiji still called him by his last name. "It's just that you can't get his attention if you call him Kikumaru." Two pair of eyes glanced at him in disbelief.

"Look, it probably has something to do with-" he looked at his friends and suddenly decided that mentioning that he knew that Eiji's family was large probably wasn't the best thing to do for the moment. It was practically impossible to explain a phenomena like Eiji for two people who hadn't 'met' him themselves. They had seen him yes, but not talked to him, not started to understand him. With a sigh Oishi waved a hand in front of his face and turned his face towards the paper. "Never mind."

He missed the short exchange of glances between his fellow band mates.

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"So, we decided which song we will use," Oishi told him. They were once again placed on the rather comfy cushions in Cap to bin's room, Eiji lazily sprawled out on the one opposite to the one Oishi was sitting in.

"Eh? Really?" Eiji's eyes widened as he looked at the other. "Which one?" They had been waiting on Aozu's decision in order to be able to make a correct schedule, different songs took different lengths to play, it was just as simple as that. It wasn't like Cap to bin had had a hard time to decide on their song either, since as far as Oishi knew the band only had been able to produce one so far.

"'Mata kimi to'," Oishi smiled softly as Eiji's eyes scrunched in confusion as the other was in deep thought. "It's rather new so I am not very surprised that you haven't heard about it before." He offered gently. He understood why Eiji didn't know. In this business you rarely had the time for your own hobbies, which meant that almost the only music you listened to was your own, especially in the beginning of you carreer.

"Hoi, show me!" The redhead suddenly requested and Oishi couldn't help but chuckle slightly.

"Something like this…." He said and started to hum the melody. He saw Eiji's concentrated glance on him as he did his best to portray the melody using non-existent words. After a verse he stopped and Eiji blinked in confusion before he got a hesitant glance in his eyes.

"Oishi…" Eiji started. "No offence now, but… Hoi, you really can't hum."

He felt the corner of his lips tug into a soft smile, which Eiji responded with one of his toothy grins.

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Oishi sighed heavily and dried his sweaty face in a nearby towel. His fingertips were itching the slightest bit from playing too much, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. He saw Tezuka leaning against the low table in the room opposite his, headset on as the male listened to the beats.

Carefully taking off his bass and placing it in its stand, he left the room to join the others. Fuji was standing near Tezuka, also wearing a headset, lightly grasping one of the earplugs as the prodigy nodded to the rhythm. Echizen was sitting in a chair opposite the others, lazily drinking from a can of soda. Reaching out one hand Oishi grabbed his abandoned bottle of water and greedily took a few sips as he waited.

After what felt like an eternity Tezuka finally took off the headset and gave him an approving glance. Leaning back against a nearby wall Oishi allowed himself to take the first pause for hours. Tezuka had, just to be on the safe side, made him record the song in five different tempos. Thankfully he had found it easy to pick up a new rhythm, but it had still taken a long time. Why Tezuka couldn't have just tried one of them and recorded it again later if it wasn't good enough was beyond him.

He sighed contented and let a feeling of satisfaction wash over him only to, moments later, disappear to make path for a worried ache that appeared in his chest when he threw a glance at the clock on the wall. He knew that he had spent a long time in the stall, but the amount of lost time the clock pointed towards was just plain absurd. He still found himself collected his few belongings before he excused himself and made his leave, dashing through the corridor at a speed that probably very much resembled the redheads own mere months ago, but somehow it felt like it had happened just yesterday.

"Eiji,"

He knew that he should have ran to Aozu's room first and grabbed the papers he had left there before he had made his way to the recording studio the very same morning, but for some reason he found himself running directly towards Cap to Bins room instead, heartbeat pounding in his ears as he finally arrived to the by now familiar door and hurriedly knocked on it.

There was no answer, no happy voice telling him to come inside, not a darker one either as the first time he arrived here. He knocked again, only to once again be rewarded by silence. Why wouldn't he? It was two hours past their appointment time, there was no sane person that would wait that long.

It didn't matter how famous Aozu was, being famous was never a good reason to be late, as long as you weren't surrounded by a horde of fans and couldn't move the slightest inch. All other occasions it was your duty to keep a close eye on the watch, which he hadn't.

With a sigh of defeat Oishi wondered how he could correct this mess, in the last few days he had really started to like the redheads company, it was so typically that the only time he had ever been late in this business so far was now. 'Great, just great,' he mused to himself as he unconsciously placed a hand on the doorknob and pressed down.

The door was apparently unlocked because it opened just the slightest due to his actions. Blinking in surprise at the faint light that escaped from the tiny space between the doorframe and the door, Oishi hesitantly opened the door and stepped inside, eying the rather familiar scenery.

It didn't take very long to locate the redhead whom, where sprawled out on the sofa in a comfortable manner, was obviously asleep. He had known that Eiji, for the moment, didn't have the time to sleep for very long, so it wasn't that strange that the redhead had taken the opportunity to take a nap while he waited. Or just collapsed, which probably was the case judging from Eiji's position and the mp3 which was still playing even though its earplugs had fallen out from the owners ears.

With a soft smile Oishi picked up the machine from the floor and shut it off which made the slightly glowing display black. Carefully placing the item on the table he took a look at the papers scattered on the wooden surface. It didn't seem like Eiji had worked though, scribblings had been drawn all over the papers and if he looked closely the awake male could make out a hamburger, a cat, and… wait, was that a book? He was just about to decipher the rest of the drawings when a faint rustle behind him caught his attention.

Eiji had moved in his sleep, and was now laying flat on his stomach, his head lightly tilted to his side as hair was sprawling in all possible directions. An arm was laying just along beside his head, effectively trapping the males face between the sofa, his arm and intensely red strands of hair.

Oishi blinked once, then twice as Eiji slowly moved his mouth in a silent word before his hand grasped the rough fabricate of the sofa before the sleeping form yet again became still. Somehow Oishi found out that it, improper as it was, was very hard to not let his gaze wander over the sleeping form beneath him. A soft cheekbone, a tiny nose, a flat forehead… he discovered that he could continue to ramble the things about the redhead he hadn't seemed to have noticed before.

There was this strange feeling of something warm that started in the pit of his stomach and started to spread through his body as he watched the redhead and he quickly tore his gaze away and stood up, slowly pondering if he should return to his room and grab his papers before he awoke the other. Deciding that it would probably be the best for many reasons he slowly made his way to the door. He was halfway there when a by now by familiar voice spoke.

"You're late," he turned around to see Eiji peeking at him from the sofa, blue eyes surprisingly awake and Oishi found himself simply wondering if Eiji had been asleep at all.

"I am sorry, we were recording and-" Eiji cut him off by waving a hand in front of his face before he motioned to him to come over, which he did. Suddenly Eiji had stuck his hand inside one of his front pockets and he felt his face becoming flustered due to the contact and before he knew it Eiji had fished up his mobile from his jeans and was hammering away at the speed of light on it, seconds later he heard the faint sound of a ringtone and Eiji handed him back his phone before the redhead started rummaging around in his own pockets and fishing up his own, writing something for a few seconds before placing it on the table beside him.

"Next time you're late I am calling you," Eiji warned him teasingly, playfully pointing a finger in his direction as he did and Oishi couldn't help the faint smile that tugged at the corner of his lips.

"There won't be a next time," he assured, he would make sure to set the alarm from now on. He just hadn't had the need to do so before, and he would make sure they got a clock in the recording stall, a really large one.

Eiji only grinned at him in reply.

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A/N: Chapter 10!! This is the longest story I have ever written! Am I proud over myself or what? What did you think of the Oishi special by the way? Wasn't it lovely? XDDD