Hey everyone :D. Chapter 12 is finally out hahaha (: even though it's kinddd offf a filler, something good does happen at the end! (: .

Now I'm actually going to get over my chronic laziness end set release dates (if you can call updating every week) for my stories. Here's how it's going to go: Shattered, Spell of Lyrica, Save the Innocent, Love Guided By the Stars.

So this week is Lyrica, then STI, then so on ahah xD. But it's not going to come up every monday (you guys were lucky today) and this chapter is realllly long, another plus for you.

Akira: So plus-y today.

Me: Yup! Also, sorry if the last part seems a little rushed... I hit ten pages and I didn't want to make it any longer... laziness on my part but I didn't want to go any further, I think I did a good job though (:.

Before i say my catchphrase, thank you everyone who reviewed so far (: . Reviews fuel my creativity for this and my other stories, helping me get them out faster, want more lyrica - then review.

Now then, Read, Review and don't forget to Enjoy (:


+Lyrica: I'll Win You Over+

Shirogane slammed his fist on the dark mahogany table, gritting his teeth in agitation towards the smirking man in front f him. How could he allow himself to be so easily riled up by this person? Never, ever, has a human being such as the smirking in front of him, dug under his skin like this.

He bit his lip, holding back a growl that was dangerously close to escaping, as the smirking man started to step towards him, emerald eyes glinting with that of enjoyment and mischief. Shirogane back away unconsciously until his back touched the cold glass window behind him. His heart pounded in his ears, the footsteps resounding through his skull, sounding closer than they actually were.

"You seem tense," the voice was mocking him. Shirogane could here the complete excitement from the situation dripping off of every word. It was pushing him to his breaking point.

"Anyone would be tense when there's something breathing down their neck!" he hissed at the man. His cool was running dangerously low but he attempted to hold on to some sanity.

"Hm," he leaned closer. His breath dancing across Shirogane's exposed neck. "This is the first time I've ever seen you like this. It's a bit of a turn-on I must admit."

"Don't get used to it." Shirogane lamely mumbled, only to cause the smirk on the man's face to intensify. The man leaned closer so that their chests were merely touching, Shirogane could feel every intake of breath, every slight movement that caused a wrinkle to appear on the man's crisp, white shirt. Everything seemed to contribute to his heartbeat pounding rapidly against his ribcage, the blood pumping to different area's of his body - some private some, not as much.

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the man by the shoulders -somewhat adding a bit of surprise in those emerald green eyes - and pushed him so that they were a good amount apart. "Please refrain from touching me." his voice was calm, cool, without a crack, void of any emotion.

"You're so cold." the man faked a whining tone, but those blasted emerald green eyes showed more emotion than Shirogane wanted to handle. He grabbed Shirogane by the tie and brought their lips together in a brief yet passionate kiss that sent tingles up and down Shirogane's spine.

Bright blue eyes widened in shock, Shirogane was frozen. He didn't respond to the kiss, but he surely didn't push the man away either. Shirogane simply stood there, allowing the man's slightly chapped, yet highly delicious lips, touch his.

Emerald green eyes danced with amusement when their lips finally parted, leaving Shirogane slightly out of breath. The man adjusted his tie, straightened his shirt, and smirked widely, "I can't wait to break that mask of yours." and walked out.

Shirogane stood there, dumbfounded, trying to process what had just happened in his mind - but his mind was just too jumbled to process through anything. His tongue rang along the bottom of his lip, still tasting the coffee mixed in with cinnamon that made his stomach turn and crave for more. 'What just happened?' the thought drove him crazy, clutching onto the fabric of his shirt where his heart was still recklessly pounding. Why was he overreacting like this? It was just a simple kiss - nothing more, nothing less. He had many kisses in the past, yet this tiny, insignificant little kiss was driving him insane.

Even if he had initiated the relationship first, it wasn't for anything as frivolous as feelings.

"It's only business," Shirogane whispered to the empty room, that seemed a lot less colder now that the man was gone. He kept on repeating those three words, over and over again, to remind himself that it was only business, and nothing more.

"And, cut!" the dimmed lights of the office brightened. Shirogane's hand instantly went to his face, shrouding himself from the unsuspecting bright light. "You were great, Shirogane! Wait no you were better than great, you were amazing! No, not even amazing, you were spectacular!" the director gushed, flailing his arms around for emphasis. You could see that the auditorium where the play was being rehearsed was quite hot because there was sweat gathering under the man's underarms. "You portrayed the character perfectly, just as I had hoped you would! Ooooh, this play is going to be such a success - a hit I tell yah!" The overly eccentric paced up and down the stage with a spring in his step while the scene changed behind him.

Shirogane smiled, but it was faked and strained. He had no idea why he joined this production in the first place, he'd rather spend his Wednesday afternoon with Akira, walking around, arguing with one another, and maybe even stealing another kiss.

But then he remember how he got involved with the play, or even made the commitment, in the first place. He outwardly groaned as people started running around the stage frantically in desperate need to get everything together, thinking back to the whole situation that got him involved in the first place.

+Flashback+

A plump woman, around the age of thirty or so, came sprinted across the courtyard in order to make it to the reading snow white. When she arrived, she was out of breath, bent over with her hands on her knees, red puffy cheeks, and a determined look in her eyes. "Shirogane-san!" she literally screamed as if they weren't just standing a few inches apart.

Shirogane looked up from his planner - filled with random doodles of him with Akira doing various things, along with a schedule on how he planned to win over the feisty brunette. With the best smile he could muster, that hid his very blunt annoyance, he met gazes with the woman in front of him. "Yes? What is it?" he asked politely.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you, Shirogane-san!" she bowed several times, wiping the sweat from her brow. A sheepish grin crept on Shirogane's face., there really was no need for the abrupt apology. "You see I have this problem and-"

She was caught off when another person, who was the exact opposite of her - gender size and all, bumped into her, pushing the woman away. The man greeted Shirogane with a flustered smile that Shiro was trained to smile reciprocate. "Shirogane-san!" the man exclaimed. "Please listen to my request!"

The plump woman from before stood up, brushing the excess dirt from her pants, scowling at the man in front of her. "Back off!" she literally growled, slightly shocking Shirogane. "I found him first!"

'Was I ever lost?' Shirogane asked himself, staring absentmindedly at the quarreling duo.

"That's only because you tripped me on the way here!" The man shouted. Soon, the two were going out each other's throats. Calling the other names that Shirogane really wished he never would hear used against him, or near him, again.

'They're really starting to get on my nerves…' Shirogane thought with a grimace. Looking down at his schedule he pouted, he realized these two were getting in the way of his 'Stalk Akira Time' which was a very important part of the day. With a sigh, he looked up to face the two, clearing his throat for attention.

"Was there something you wanted?" his tone was even, a bright smile plastered on his face.

The woman, who Shirogane noticed had a nametag on that said Taka, smiled sheepishly. Bowing a few more times she faced the snow white haired man with a huge smile on her face, "Oh yes, of course! You see, we are both from the theater department and we wanted to ask you something."

Somehow, Shirogane had a feeling he wasn't going to enjoy hearing this. "Sure…" he replied a little wary, "ask away."

The two looked at each other, exchanging an eye to eye conversation that only lasted a moment before breaking out in unison: "Will you be in our play?"

Shirogane blinked a few times, dumbfounded by the sudden question. He'd never been one for acting -though some could argue that Shirogane lived for the dramatics, but trying out for plays and performing for people - asides from music - wasn't something he'd consider a hobby. Shirogane paled slightly, not trusting his own voice to answer them yet. 'Why me!' his thoughts screamed, even though he probably knew the answer already. Shirogane was popular, he knew that, people were always fawning over his looks, his ability, his status - no wonder these two wanted him to be in his play.

Good Publicity.

"Um… excuse me?" Shirogane finally asked, confusion slowly sinking into his words.

Taka smiled apologetically, "Sorry, we know we're just asking you out of the blue here but it's really important that you join one of our plays!"

"Taka!" The man, who after further examination Shirogane deduced his name was Milo (thank God for nametags) scolded. "Shirogane-san doesn't even know what our plays are about!"

"Right, right." she smiled goofily again. The two fished through their messenger bags, a raised eyebrow appearing on Shirogane's porcelain skin, both pulling out a huge stack of paper that they carelessly threw to Shirogane.

"These are the two scripts for the plays that will be preformed during the festival." Milo explained.

Taka puffed up her chest, hands on her hips and a smug look on her face that showed off her arrogance and confidence that her play would be chosen. "My play is a tragic love story that takes place in modern day New York, involving a cocky prince and a shy but I-take-crap-from-no-one peasant"

Shirogane rolled his eyes, 'So much for being original.' but he looked over the script anyway - there were enough to classify the script as a novel.

In present day New York lives a girl who barely makes enough to get by, but never complains. She carries a shy demeanor but when riled up by something passionate she has the loudest voice around. One day, she's walking down the streets of New York to the marketplace where she bumps into the prince. We later discover that he escaped from his Royal Security to explore the city on his terms.

The minute the two meet they're at each other's throats, never seeing eye-to-eye. However, after many life altering events, a couple of drinks, a trip to the subway, a philosophical hobo, and a steamy kiss in the rain the two find that when there's love, anything is possible.

The plot itself looked pretty generic to Shirogane, but over all it didn't seem too bad. 'Philosophical hobo?' that certainly caught his attention. He turned his attention to the other script. The title was pretty plain: 'It's Only Business'.

Milo smirked at Shirogane's obvious interest in the title. As Shirogane started leafing through the pages, Milo started to explain his plot as it was typed out on the synopsis.

Our main character is a highly successful CEO with no prejudice towards others -especially when it came to business negotiations and love. His body was a tool, an unbreakable weapon, that he'd used in any way, shape or form to gain power in the world were mercy and compassion get you no where and where trickery and money get you far.

But… how can a human use his body like a children's toy?

'Because there is no love, no regrets; it's only business.

One small business deal gets out of hand one day, completely destroying our main character's philosophy completely. The heat, the passion, the feelings and the confusion wrap around our main character with an iron grip. The love and the regret slam into the heart of our CEO and embeds itself into the pulsating organ. The new feelings, the new experiences, the new love, are all things that the main character have never dealt with - hence he becomes slightly unstable.

Is he willing to give it all up just for the sake of business?

Shirogane looked up into the four eager eyes that were glaring down so impatiently and expectantly towards him. "They both sound very good." he decided to earn brownie points with both Milo and Taka since the choice of turning both of them down had flew out the window, leaving the option of having to choose one of the other his only choice. He'd have to deny one directors, might as well make them feel good about their work. "But, what parts did you have in mind for me to play?"

"The lead of course." they stated in unison in a matter of fact way.

"T-The lead?" Shirogane sputtered, nearly dropping the scripts to the floor. "This is on such sort notice and the festival is only a month away!"

Taka snorted, like the reality of the festival being a month away didn't matter. "Shirogane trust me-"

"-Us!" Milo crudely stated.

"Trust us," she put extra emphasis on the word us to pacify Milo, "With my (Our!) plots and your charisma, the play will go on without a hitch!"

"So who do you choose?" Milo and Taka looked like little kids awaiting to receive presents that they know they've so rightly deserved.

Shirogane desperately thought of a way to escape from their expectant gazes, and the situation all together, but he knew he wasn't going to be getting out of this one. Sighing, he picked up 'It's Only Business' and handed it to Milo. "I'll do this production." he smiled brightly, ignoring the crushed look Taka was sending him at the moment. He only felt slightly guilty for hurting her feelings.

'Oh well, staling Akira would have to come later'.

+End of Flashback+

Shirogane scowled slightly, he had originally wanted this play to end as quickly as possible since the script didn't seem to long when he flipped through it a month ago. But, the producer was always getting 'strokes of genius' , as he liked to call it, changing and adding more to the script. What was once a forty-five minute play had now increased to a whopping hour and thirty minutes.

'I should have picked the other play - no… I should have ran away when I saw the first one coming.' Shirogane scolded himself for not taking the opportunity of just using his magic to disappear without a trace. 'Then I would have completed my Stalk Akira Time and completed everything on my schedule!' he pouted during his inner rant but that all changed when he spotted a familiar mop of brown hair.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself." Akira walked over to the pouting white haired man, fixing the cuffs on his sleeves before they started to work on the next scene. Shirogane gulped, Akira looked pretty good in a suit and tie.

Shirogane smiled wryly, "Of course, why wouldn't I? I get to act along side - in a homosexual production nontheless." no, you didn't just read that wrong, yes the play Milo had written had many gay themes involved. How Milo had managed to get the play approved by the school board was beyond Shirogane's comprehension.

Getting Akira into the play though, that was more or less Shirogane's involuntary doing.

+FlashBack+

The director stood up from the row of chairs closet to the stage, clipboard hugged protectively against his chest, clapping with a face fully flushed. He was grinning from ear to ear from the success of the scene, "Good job, Shirogane and Hiro! I can really feel the connection between you two." after that Milo walked off the opposite direction, out the auditorium door to grab a drink.

Shirogane let out a sigh of relief, smiling to himself happily because he had completed a very… intimate scene. It wasn't that the acting was hard - all he had to do was fantasize Hiro as Akira. He just didn't like having to make sex noises and hip thrusts had become tedious, and in his opinion, annoying.

The play turned from a Shounen-ai to a down right Yaoi in a matter of five days. 'How Milo got this play approved I'll never know.' Shirogane pondered as he pulled on a pair of black sweatpants.

Relaxing casually against the headboard of the bed, he turned to smile at Hiro who was standing putting on his own clothes. "Good job, Hiro-san."

Hiro nodded, calm and composed as if they didn't just perform fake sex in front of a one man audience, and headed off towards the make-up/dressing room, preparing for the next scene. Shirogane sighed, Hiro was always a quiet one, speaking louder with actions with words. He tried picking on Hiro's brain numerous times but he'd never quite understood what could be going on in that head of his.

Shirogane yawned, stretching out the kinks of his back while tracking his thoughts back to the play. There were only a few rehearsals left before the actual performance. So far, Shirogane would say he's at least proficient in his memorizing of lines (thank the Muse for magic) and adding the right amount of emotions and dynamics for his acting.

A round of applause broke Shirogane from his concentration. Squinting, his bright blue eyes landed upon two dark figures in the back. One with his feet propped on the chair in front of him, a cocky smile plastered on his face. The other one was standing on his feet, clapping and hollering obnoxiously.

"Woot! Woot! Ow, Ow!" among other cat calls and various whistles. Kengo snickered behind his glove covered hand, it wasn't every day he got to see two men getting it on, even though they were acting.

"Shut up, Baka." Akira hissed, but the smirk never left his face. Behind those dark, intrigued eyes there was something stirring. He wasn't sitting close enough to the stage to see any facial expressions, but he was far enough away to hear every groan, moan and yell of ecstasy that escaped Shirogane's lips, and that was enough for Akira to draw up a picture in his head of what the man's pleasure face would looked like.

He liked what he saw…

"You're no fun, Akira!" Kengo pouted, slouching in his chair with his arms folded across his chest.

"I'm oodles of fun, Kengo. You're just an idiot." was his lovely retort, eyes following Shirogane's every movement on stage. Was this an infatuation? 'Hell if I know.' Akira thought. 'We've kissed numerous times - okay only twice… maybe thrice, but we haven't even gone anywhere after that. I'm not going to make the first move damn it!'

Akira's inner ramble went on until he felt a pair of eyes watching him. He turned his gaze upwards, his eyes connected with sky blue ones. His heart started to pick up a couple of notches, his breathing rapidly increasing.

"Oi, Akira. Are you okay? Your face is flushed." Kengo placed a warm hand on Akira's forehead out of concern. Leaning in closer to get a better look at his friend.

Akira swatted Kengo's hand, ignoring the pouting look he was receiving from the blonde. His attention was focused on Shirogane who seemed to be glued on the spot while people tended to his hair and make-up. 'Time to make my entrance.' he thought, getting up from the seat and started to make his way towards the stage, a confused blonde on his heels.

Shirogane could see Akira and Kengo making their way over to the stage. His eyes watched every single movement Akira made, each footstep sounding louder than it actually was. Shirogane could feel his heart speeding up, questions like 'How long has he been there?' and 'What did he think?' were swarming through his mind. 'Stay calm, Shirogane!' he scolded himself, placing a mask of surprise when the brunette and blonde finally made it to the stage, pulling themselves up so that they were sitting on the stage floor with their feet dangling only a few inches off the ground.

The brunette made it plainly obvious that he was staring at Shirogane's pale and exposed chest, when he situated himself so that he was sitting Indian Style on the floor. His black, intrigued eyes lingered over the rosy pink nipples that contrasted very well against Shirogane's porcelain skin. 'What would it be like to bite one of those… wait what! Since when have I ever wanted bite Shirogane's nipples! I'm not even gay!'

Or so he thought…

Shirogane could practically feel eyes boring into his chest, blushing when he saw that Akira didn't even bother to tear his gaze away. "Like what you see?" Shirogane purred suggestively, laughing when he saw Akira scowl and huff from the statement.

The scowl quickly changed into a smirk on Akira's face. The brunette leaned back on his hands, head rolling back and into a position that was sure show off his good side. "Nothing I haven't seen before," he let out with a purr of his own. Kengo's face lit a flame along with Shirogane's but it was a true fact, the two were roommates so seeing one another in their boxers - or even nude- wasn't an abnormality.

Shirogane shook his head, chuckling at how blunt Akira could be, the blush on his face was slowly dimming down. He looked around for his shirt, spied it on the bed, and grabbed it feeling at ease once the soft fabric made it's home on his torso.

Trying to make things a little less awkward for himself, Kengo stood up smiling brightly towards Shirogane's direction, "You did great, Shirogane-san!"

"Yeah, it looked like you really enjoyed it too," Akira added in casually, checking the imaginary dirt under his fingernails.

'Actually it was horrible.' Shirogane admitted only to himself. His gaze fell back on Akira, who was still feigning nonchalance, and smiled to himself, 'It was only enjoyable because I thought of you.'

Someone scoffed, a scoff Shirogane immediately recognized as Kou, and walked on stage. Hands in his pocket he let his head with a sly grin on his face. "I wouldn't be surprised if he did." he added in mockingly, "Shirogane always loves a good humping."

Shirogane smirked, he wasn't about to let Kou make fun of him in front of the brunette. He sauntered over to Kou, hands wrapped around his neck, and his lips only a mere kiss away from Kou's collar bone, "You would know, wouldn't you?" he made his voice drip with honey and seduction as he gave a slight buck of the hips in the man's direction.

Kou blushed, stuttered, incapable of making any sense or string of words. Kengo pouted, something weird was stirring in his belly and he had no way to describe it. Acting on instinct, he walked up to the awkward two and grabbed Kou by the arm, pulling him away from Shirogane.

"Sorry, Shirogane-san, but Kou's mine." he replied with a cheeky grin and placed a warm, delicious, and very deep kiss on the man's lips.

Akira raised an eyebrow, trying to hold down any impulses to look to the other away at the make-out session in front of him and gag. "Kengo, since when have you been gay?"

"Since Monday." Kengo replied with a grin.

"And why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you never asked."

"… Has he gotten in your pants yet?"

"He's tried!" Kengo burst out laughing, followed by a chuckling brunette.

Shirogane and Kou on the other hand, were highly confused about what just happened. Shirogane shook it off and turned his attention towards Kou, "So tell me why you're here." Shirogane bluntly asked.

"What? Can't your best friend come visit you to see how you're doing?" when he didn't get a reply from Shirogane he sighed, readjusting his black-rimmed glasses. Kou lowered his voice, his eyes flashing from left to right to make sure no one else was listening. "I actually came here because I had a bad premonition."

Shirogane stiffened, he didn't like where this was going at all. "About what?"

"I can't place it, but it involves you." he folded his arms casually across his chest. "You haven't mentioned this play to Homurabi yet, have you?"

The snow white haired man shook his head and shrugged, "There wasn't any need to. He has his own way of figuring things out for himself."

Kou ran a hand through his hair, "You're one hell of a bastard, you know that?" Shirogane merely shrugged, "Shirogane, you know what will happen if when, and if, Homurabi actually does get word of this. You're in deep water, buddy, and I'm not going to be the one to pull you out to land." with those words Kou spun on his heel, gracing his blonde with a charming smile, ignoring the glare he was getting from Shirogane. "I'm ready to leave this place, it's way too cold! Wanna come with me to the stands, Ken-chan?"

"Hai!" Kengo cheered and latched himself onto Kou's arm. "Catch ya' later, Akira!" and the two were off.

"Finally, the bastard's gone." Shirogane mumbled to himself, strewing random curses at the end of his sentence.

"Something wrong?" Akira was now standing beside Shirogane, a truly concerned look on his face.

"You could say so-" his voice broke up when he felt a sudden change in atmosphere. Akira must had sensed it too because both of them were searching the rafters in hopes to find the source of the disturbance.

"Ah, Shirogane-san, you're still here." Hiro walked out on stage, completely oblivious to the shadowy-like figure looming above him from the rafters, "Hair and Make-up want you back stage." he pointed his thumb to the direction of the dressing room.

A low, deadly hiss, echoed through the auditorium, piercing the ears of Akira and Shirogane - Hiro being the oblivious one. Scythe like arms sawed away at the rope holding a light with ease, a smirk of amusement on his lips as he watched the light fall down from the sky.

Shirogane was quick to react, cursing under his breath as he saw the shadow creature slinking back into the darkness. 'He knows…' was his only thoughts. "Hiro, look out!"

The light crash, the two were frozen, Hiro laid on he floor gripping his leg in agony. Shirogane and Akira were glued to the spot, they both had the ability to move with enough speed to push Hiro out of the way, but something glued them to the floor. The shadows that stood behind their bodies, slinked away slowly back into the darkness.

"Oh my word! What happened!" Milo ran out on stage, distraught on his face as he propped Hiro up from the ground. "Hiro! Are you okay! Anything hurt!"

"My leg…" Hiro groaned, muttering curses at the pain that coursed through his body.

"Oh no, oh no! What are we going to do! We can't have you perform the play with a broken leg!" Milo was on the verge of tears as Hiro was walked out on the stretcher. The cast and crew were downcast, everyone was looking forward to putting on the production, but without their other lead the show couldn't go on.

"Who are we going to find to replace him!" Milo paced up and down, thinking of a way to find another suitable actor to fill in the role. His pacing stopped when he spotted Akira standing next to Shirogane, a idea formulating in his head. "You," he pointed to the brunette.

"Me?" Akira pointed to himself.

"You're my new lead!" Milo exclaimed.

"No way in Hell." Akira stated calmly.

"I won't be taking a no as an answer, mister!" he clapped his hands and in seconds, three burly guys grabbed Akira by the arms and leg, dragging him to the dressing room. The director turned his attention to his cast and crew, an evil grin on his face. "Don't stand around their all day, get ready for the next scene!"

+End of Flashback+

(A/N: I'm speeding up to opening night)

'He's not complaining anymore.' Shirogane thought to himself as he stood behind the curtain, watching the brunette perform on stage in front of the large audience. Apparently, the gay-theme play was a widely talked about topic, almost everyone wanted to come and see the production in hope for something new.

Any moment now Shirogane would be going up on stage, acting out the scene where he stops Akira from moving his company to America. He mouthed the words as Akira send them on stage, having heard the words spoken so many times, he made a little game for himself to see how well he could get the timing down.

"I'm sorry Akihiko, but we have to go." Akira bent down to his son, wiping the tears from the little boys eyes.

"No Daddy, we can't leave! What if Mommy comes back?" he gripped onto the fabric of his shirt, praying to God that they wouldn't have to move to America.

"Aki… you're mother's not coming back." he stated softly. He knew the day would come when he'd have to break it to his son that his mother was never going to step through that door again.

"I know that, Daddy." Akihiko stated just as softly, shocking his father, "I meant Seji-san!"

"Aki, Seji is not your mother."

"Yes he is!" Akihiko stomped his foot on the stage. The audience was completely entrapped in the two's performance. The reality of it all was so breathtaking, the acting was so real most of them completely forgot the fact that it was only a play.

"Akihiko…" Akira muttered, completely at lost as to what to do. Then, the bell sound effect rang and Akira knew what would come next. He would stand up, leaving his crying son where he was, and walk to the door where he would open it to find Shirogane standing there. The man's hair would be soaked, along with his clothes, making it seem like he ran through the rain.

"Seji-san." Akira made his voice void of emotion.

"You're not leaving." Shirogane made his voice crack slightly. His character was supposed to be in pain, tormented by the fact that the man he only recently found out he was in love with - would be moving half way across the world.

"I'm sorry, but it's not your decision whether or not I leave." Akira leaned against the doorframe, glaring cold daggers at the man in front of him.

"But what about us!" Shirogane screamed, holding back his "anger" so he wouldn't punch the man square in the jaw.

"What us? There never was an 'us' to begin with. In your words, it was only business." Akira had enough. He would close the door, locking the man who brought so many hard times into his life, out for good. But that's not how the story would end.

"Don't lie Daddy… you've done enough of that." Akihiko replied quietly, playing with the hem of his shirt. "Don't drive Seji-san away again…"

The scene quickly progressed to the two on the couch, confessing one another's feelings, with Akira admitting he wasn't too keen on the fact that he'd have to move to America. Shirogane gripped his hands, remaining in character despite the fact that his heartbeat was going out of control, and smiled warmly at the man.

"Don't think I won't follow you there, Ken-chan, now that I have you… I won't let you go," and leaned forward for their stage kiss.

The crowd erupted in roars of oohs, awes, and applauds at the longer than thirty second kiss. In reality, the minute the two lips would meet, they were supposed to pull back. However, Akira was too caught up on the electrifying tingles that were flowing up and down his spine as the two lip-locked. He wanted more, more feeling, more taste, more Shirogane, but he couldn't do that now - not yet anyway, and pulled back.

"Great job, everyone! Especially you two, Akira and Shirogane, because of you this play was a success! Oh I just can't wait to hear all of the reviews! First off it's the stage, then it's the big screen, I can see it now!" Milo was off again, going on with his rants and babbles.

The stage cleared off, the audience went home, and Akira and Shirogane were standing on a stage, a little closer than usual.

"Who knew you were a wonderful actor, Akira-kun." Shirogane giggled, Akira's touch was still so fresh on his lips.

"I'm just a gifted teen I suppose." Akira smirked, his gaze lingering on Shirogane's blood red lips, for some reason… he wanted to finish off where their stage kiss left, but this time - make the kiss deeper. "Oi, Shirogane," Shirogane looked up confused, "there's something on your lips." and plunged his tongue into Shirogane's awaiting mouth.


Yes! I end another chapter with a kiss (: . And in the next chapter it's going to have all the hot and steamy details (Which i guess would up the raiting to M) of the awesome make-out kiss on the stage :D.

So you know how you guys read the plot for scrip two, 'It's Only Business'? Well, that was kind of a starter idea for a fanfic that's currently in the thinking process for me. The title will be, It's Only Business, and it will have Akira having a little son haha (: . So if you guys really liked the bit of the play version part, tell me in your reviews and i'll see if i can make 'It's Only Business' happen. I do hope you guys liked this chapter (which is, btw, part of my Festival Week Filler) Read and Review and I hoped you enjoyed (:.