Disclaimer:

I do not own Harry Potter or any of the related characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling. And, obviously, I don't own Gravitation either. It belongs to Maki Murakami. I am simply borrowing the characters. The songs sung by Harry, in this story, are not mine. They are the property of Evanescence. (Why, because I like the dark, brooding sound of their music.)

Warnings:

This story is AU and will contain SLASH. If that offends anyone, then don't read this story. This will be a Harry Potter/Gravitation crossover. It is set after the manga and anime and has an established relationship between Harry/Hiro.

Summary:

Hiro is worried for his lover. He keeps having vivid, disturbing dreams about his past. His past being shrouded in mystery, Hiro doesn't even know where to begin with helping him.

Withering Rose

Chapter Eleven

Tokyo Pop Eats Crow…

Last week, the largest distributor of music news, Tokyo Pop, released an article claiming that 'Evan Angel', the front man of the band 'Eklectic Desire', was in the mists of a physical and emotional breakdown. And that, that was the reason for his extended hiatus. At the beginning of this week, however, 'Evan Angel' and Nakano Hiroshi, guitarist of 'Bad Luck', released a statement stating that their engagement and upcoming wedding were the reasons behind the break.

The musicians had planned to marry in quiet, with only friends and family present. Unfortunately, due to the damaging article against 'Evan Angel's' emotional state, they've since decided to hold a public wedding and hand over the planning of the event to Seguchi Mikarin, wife of Seguchi Tohma.

The couple also has plans to release the song, written about Nakano, used to propose. We of the media deeply apologize to the couple and regret that the couple feels they have to release, to the public, something private. We the media…

Tohma stared at the paper in front of him, smirking. While 'Tokyo Pop' hadn't issued a public apology, every other newspaper, magazine, and news station had apologized, on the media's behalf. Most did, by writing damaging articles about the magazine itself. In just two days, the sales of 'Tokyo Pop' had dropped nearly 20 percent. And this time, Seguchi Tohma, had nothing to do with it.

… … …

Harry eyed the other three members of 'Eklectic Desire' suspiciously. They were smiling. Harry knew to be cautious around those three, especially when all three women were smiling. Joni, Jodi, and Jeanne Harper were demons in human skin and not to be taken lightly. They were triplets originally from London. Each had black hair; green eyes, and was all taller than Harry. They could almost pass for his older sisters, if he had any. In fact, the public had thought they were related, when 'Eklectic Desire' was formed.

Jodi played the keyboard and did the backup vocals. Joni played the electric guitar. Last, but not least, was Jeanne. She played the drums. While a lot of their songs had bass, Jodi simply covered it with her keyboard. Besides, they could never keep a fifth member. They'd had a few. And each time, they scared them away. If they really needed a bass player, they just borrowed Hiro. He played both bass and electric guitar.

"We were thinking," Jodi said, snapping Harry from his thoughts. "At our next concert, in two weeks, we want to dress as catholic schoolgirls."

Harry's mouth dropped open. Hadn't him wearing a dress one time been enough? "No!"

"Oh come on! We always wear what you want!" Joni half-yelled and half-whined, she was the childish one.

Harry shook his head wildly. "No! I'm not wearing a schoolgirl outfit!" he snapped.

"We can always make you." Jeanne added, smirking maliciously. Yep, she was the bitch.

"Please don't make me." Harry whined, using his best puppy-dog eyes.

Jodi's rubbed her chin in thought, before saying, "How about we let you wear pants that look like the skirts. But you'll still have to wear the shirt." Oh thank god that Jodi was sensible.

"Fine." he grumbled, but was inwardly jumping for joy. 'Yay…! No skirt!' He might have been the most feminine of the group, but that didn't mean he wanted to wear a skirt. "Now, let's put together the songs." They always decided what songs to sing, at least two weeks in advance and stuck to it. It could change, but usually didn't.

"I was thinking that we could start with our new one, 'Lithium'." Joni suggested and waited for the other's nods, before continuing. "How about 'Snow White Queen', after that one?"

"How many are we performing?" Jodi asked, mentally calculating the length of each song.

"Well, this time we're being joined by both 'Bad Luck' and 'Nittle Grasper' and doing five songs each." Harry told her.

She nodded and said, "If we do 'Lithium', 'Sweet Sacrifice', 'Missing', 'Snow White Queen', and 'Like You' that will give us about twenty minutes of music." She took a seat at the table, in the studio. "When we do joint-concerts, we usually have thirty minutes. That fits perfectly, leaving us time between each song to catch our breath."

Harry was impressed. She had everything figured out. "Jodi, what would we ever do without you?"

The girl smirked, before saying, "Probably get shot by K or molested by some fan-girl."

Harry produced a full-body shudder. The bad part, she was actually telling the truth. A fan-girl had broken into their dressing room and tried to have her way with him. If it hadn't been for the demon sisters, well…he didn't want to think about it.

"Now Harry, let's talk about your wedding." Harry's eyes went wide and stared, in horror, at the advancing trio of demon sisters. And this time, he swore he saw them sprout horns.

… … …

He was scared for life. There was no way around it. He'd watched his three lovely demons; go from ruthless and cunning to sweet and gushy, in a matter of minutes. Was it a genetic thing that turned women into puddles of mush, when it came to weddings? Harry shuddered again. His wedding was still months away and they were already planning what dresses they were going wear.

As soon as the demon triplets had released him, he bolted. At breakneck speed, he made it to the other side of the building, in less than two minutes. He even managed to knock a janitor and a maintenance man down. Since he, Ryuichi, and Shuichi were all short, he'd just blame it one of those two. Besides, he looked somewhat like his cousin. And who would believe, that the sweet, innocent 'Evan Angel' could do such a thing?

… … …

"I still can't believe it! He proposed with a song! That is so sweet!" Shuichi gushed, bouncing around.

"Shindou-san, SHUT UP!" Suguru rubbed his temples. He was getting annoyed. The idiot had been on cloud nine all week, and it wasn't even him that was engaged.

The pink haired singer stopped dancing and his eyes began filling with tears. With a trembling lip, he said, "You didn't have to be so mean about it!"

Hiro sighed. "Okay guys! Both of you stop!" the guitarist intervened. Looking at his friend, he added, "Shuichi, I'm glad that you're happy for me, but can we please get some work done?"

Shuichi's shoulders slumped. "Fine!" he spat.

"No need to get all pissy." Suguru muttered, tuning his keyboard.

"Why you snot-nosed little…" the singer started advancing on the keyboardist, but Hiro intercepted him and picked him up. "WHAT THE HELL, HIRO...?! PUT ME DOWN!" he screamed, flailing his arms and legs. "I'M GONNA TEACH THAT BRAT A LESSON!"

"And what would that be? How to be annoying and loud...?" Suguru scoffed.

"WHY YOU DAMN BRAT!"

"Isn't that Yuki-san's line, for you?!"

"Guys, stop it!" Hiro tried in vain. He really wished that Harry was here. At least he could magically silence them. Not that anyone else knew about his magic, yet.

"HIRO…!" Hiro's head snapped toward the door, as it was thrown open. Harry came charging in and headed straight for him. He barely had time to drop Shuichi, before his arms were full of the smaller black haired singer.

Wrapping his arms, around his small fiance, he asked, "Harry? What's wrong? Shouldn't you be rehearsing?" His fiancé's body began trembling. "Harry?"

Harry wrapped his arms around Hiro's waist and buried his head in his chest. "The demon sisters were talking about the wedding." he finally whispered, fearfully.

"Demon sisters...?" Hiro was a bit confused. Were they a new band? If they were, he'd never heard of them.

"Hey! You're talking about the rest of 'Eklectic Desire'!" Shuichi screamed.

Feeling Harry's small nod, Hiro couldn't help it. He started giggling. He'd never heard of the Harper sisters referred to that way. But it fit. They were cunning, ruthless, and total bitches. "Did they scar you for life, honey?" the guitarist cooed, earning a green-eyed glare.

"I'm still confused. Who are the demon sisters?" At the 'are you stupid' look, received from his best friend, Suguru shrugged. He hadn't really been listening to the conversation. Besides, whenever Shuichi said anything, he tried to tune him out.

"Harry is referring to his band-mates." Hiro explained.

Suguru frowned. "Why's he calling them that? I happen to like Jodi, Joni, and…" He didn't get to finish. Harry had leapt from his fiancé's arms and slapped his hand over his mouth.

"Don't say their names!" he squawked. "They're like the Candy Man. You say their names and they appear." he whispered and shuddered again.

Hiro laughed at Suguru and Shuichi's confused looks. Of course, if Harry hadn't made him watch the movie, he wouldn't have understood either. Hiro pulled Harry back into his arms, while explaining about the movie and why Harry called the sisters 'demons'.

"That's just freaky." Shuichi whimpered.

"For once, I agree with you." Suguru added, with his own full-body shudder. Rounding on his friend, he asked, "Okay Harry-kun, spill it. Just talking about the wedding, didn't make you freak like that." Harry mumbled something and started blushing. "Harry-kun, I can't hear you. You have to speak louder." he instructed.

Pulling his face from Hiro's chest, Harry glared at Suguru. "They tried to get me into a skirt, next concert." Shuichi burst out laughing, Suguru began giggling, and even Hiro lip's started twitching. "IT'S NOT FUNNY!"

"Oh but Harry-kun, I think you'd look lovely!" Suguru sniggered, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.

Turning with a huff, he put on his best puppy-dog eyes and made his lip start trembling. "Hiro…you…don't…think…so…too…do…you…?" he asked, between sniffles.

Knowing that he was trapped, the guitarist answered the only way he could. He wrapped his fiance in his arms. "Of course not, love. Shuichi and Suguru are just being idiots." he said, ignoring his band-mates making whipping noises.

"I love you, Hiro." Harry laid his head down, with a happy sigh and smirked. Hiro was so easy to manipulate. All he had to do was use those innocent eyes of his.

Author's Note:

Okay guys, here is chapter eleven. This will probably be one of the only chapters that have the Harper sisters in it. Remember a few chapters ago, when I said that Harry had his own band? Well, here they are. As far as I know, 'Eklectic Desire' isn't a real band. I searched the net and couldn't find a band with that name. If I'm wrong, then I apologize. As to not confuse you, Harry is 'Evan Angel', but also the front man of the band. 'Evan Angel' is just his stage name. When he first started his career, he was a solo artist. But the band was formed not long after, his debut single was released. Don't worry; there will be more info about them later, in another chapter. Well, cheers!