Drifting Souls
a Gravitation fic by
Mitsukai
'Souls are strange beings. The move where they will and are yet confined within the contours of the body. Greeks thought the body the temple of the soul, where it dwelt freely. During the middle ages, it was thought that the body was the prison of the soul. It is hard to tell which is correct, in this day in age, though it seems to be elements of both. Yet when bouncing around on the pinball board of life and existence, certain souls find and attract others. There is no pattern in these kindred souls, perhaps they belong to man and woman, man and man, woman and woman, human and animal; each attraction and bonding is a special thing. In strange instances when a group of souls are brought together by one...
It is called Gravitation.'
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Chapter II - Another World
There is no Such Thing as a Coincidence
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Shindou Shuichi bounded cheerfully up to the door, holding a picnic basket in one hand, a big grin pasted on his face. Today he'd asked Yuki to come home early so they could go on a picnic, one of his better ideas if he said so himself, and he was sure Yuki had heard him; if you could consider a groan and the muted thud of a head hitting a pillow a show of assent, which Shuichi did. That meant that they were going on a picnic, and so Shuichi was happy. He pulled his key out of his pocket, and jangled it merrily before unlocking the door and sliding in.
"Yuuuuuuuu-ki! Tadaima!" He called, and listened carefully for any sign of his prey. He then stalked around like a small, pink-haired raptor for a few minutes before reaching the enterance to the room where he slept on the couch rather frequently. He stopped to listen and heard the hum of conversation, he recognised Yuki's voice but who was that woman in there? The child sitting on his mood decided that he had rested enough, and began to swing again.
Didn't Mika say something about giving spare keys to women? Shuichi began to chew on the handle of the picnic basket; it wasn't fair! Didn't Yuki love him? He peeked into the room and was surprised to see Mika there. No, wait, he corrected himself, that wasn't Mika, it was someone else. Mika couldn't make Yuki smile. For indeed, Shuichi could see a little one tugging at the corner of his lover's mouth as if trying to stretch his face into something less cool, as the stranger sat calmly, with her tea balanced perfectly atop her head as she explained something in a stage whisper. The pink-haired vocalist could only hear snippets of it, but it was enough to form a collage of the worst possible thing he could imagine, carefully gluing each piece in place in the picture of his ultimate downfall.
Just then, the chibi kicked off and swung him into a state of hurt before anger, uninvited, forced its way in, his mind running like a rabid gerbil coming up with several conclusions all of them inevitibly incorrect. Of course, he acted on every single one and jumped into the room banana suit and all, half chewed picnic basket in one hand.
"Yuki! Who's that?" He asked, chewing fretfully on the picnic basket again, eyes threatening to spill over in the very act that Yuki had feared would take place. Shuichi stopped his tirade when the intruder got up, took the tea off her head, placed it on the table, and walked over, bowing slightly when she reached him.
"Ah, Shindou-san. I'm sorry for intruding, but my presence here is easily explained." At that, her face seemed to close up for a moment, before reopening like a blossom at the first rays of the nurturing morning sun. "Actually it isn't, it's a really long story." She grinned like a puppy with a particularily juicy bone, and sat down again at the low table, waving for him to come sit. Yuki seemed intent on nursing his suddenly sharp headache, so Shuichi carefully moved over and sat down. "I'm sorry for not introducing myself at first when you asked, but it is better to know late than never, ne? My name is Yamishika Hikari, and..." She stopped her explanatory introduction short when Shuichi began to stare at her. "...Is something the matter?"
Shuichi jumped up, eyes seeming to grow to at least twice their normal size as he stared at Hikari, and pointed a finger at her, complete with face on the tip.
"You're Yamishika-san?" He asked, looking about ready to explode. The object of the sentance blinked profusely, before nodding slowly in a confused fashion. He then jumped next to his lover and began to yell in his ear. "Yuuuuuuuu-ki! You brought home Yamishika Hikari!" the aforementioned girl pointed to herself, wide-eyed with confusion. Yuki groaned slightly as Shuichi yelled in his ear, and let his head rest on the thankfully cool table top. Shuichi, not daunted at all, continued his tirade. "You're the solo cellist with SoundSoft (I don't have any of your CDs... but everyone knows about you!)"
"Actually... I just severed my contract with SoundSoft. They... just weren't what I was looking for." Hikari answered, a little flustered by the vocalist's ranting.
"So!" Shuichi said, looking around everywhere in a matter of split seconds, "Where's your cello?" She rubbed her head, a little embarassed.
"Actually, that's why I'm here."
"Yuki has your cello?" Shuichi asked, perplexed, "That's not fair; give it back, Yuki." He began to admonish the collapsed writer. Hikari shook her head, waving her hand.
"No, no." She reached up, grabbed the genki boy's wrists, and dragged him back to a sitting position. "I had just severed my contract with SoundSoft, and I went out to the street to catch a cab. I put my cello into the trunk and when I got out, I forgot to take it out. I chased the cab down three blocks but the driver didn't see me at all, so I gave up and rested against the wall of a building.
A little bit later Yuki-san drove by and picked me up, thinking I was his sister. We had a rather one-sided discussion in the car, and I told his I wasn't Mika, but we were already here so he invited me up for some tea. You came in about ten minutes afterwards." Hikari explained and then nodded, taking a sip of the aforementioned tea. Shuichi nodded sedately, and absorbed the story. The child sitting on his mood took another swing, and he jumped up again, with a grin plastered across his face.
"You said you severed contract with SoundSoft! That's great!" He yelled, suddenly elated, causing Yuki to wince again, wondering if it was a migrane or a stress headache, and whether or not he should silence Shuichi in the quickest, and generally most effective way possible. Then he looked across the table, remembered the cellist, and decided that that was a bad idea.
Hikari was confused again.
"That's great?" She inquired, as Shuichi nodded ecstatically, waving his hands, picnic plans forgotten in this new piece of information.
"I was just going to go practice up at NG with the rest of the band, I bet we can get you a contract there!" She raised her eyebrow, and opened her mouth to say something, but whatever it was, it was lost forever, for Shuichi had grabbed her wrist in his excitement, called for Yuki to promise to wait for him for dinner, and rushed the hapless cellist out the door. Back at the table, the pained writer decided that he'd spent more than enough time awake, and headed back to his room to collapse.
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"Seguchi-san!" called the hyperactive vocalist of Bad Luck from the doorway to the president's office. When he was acknowledged, he dragged a resigned Hikari to the desk and then released her, smiling. "This is Yamishika-san who used to play solo cello for SoundSoft." Seguchi Tohma raised an eyebrow, and the cellist added another mark to her mental blackboard; she was keeping count of the number of times she had caused legendary people she had heard of but never met to raise their eyebrows.
"Used to?" the president asked, flipping through a stack of paperwork.
"Aa. She severed her contract earlier this morning." She nodded, and crossed her arms. Scratching her head, she then realized that she still was not wearing any shoes, and this time didn't even have them with her, she had left them at Yuki's and hadn't had a chance to grab them before Shuichi pulled her out of the door. "I was wondering... maybe she could sign with NG?" Tohma and Hikari blinked in stereo, and then went on to form a soundtrack with the double saying of,
"Ano, Shindou-san..." Hikari continued by herself after the one statement, taking her cue from Seguchi's harried look, and the mounds of paper in neat, extensive, piles all over the desk before them.
"The president looks like he's busy at the moment. Why don't I come listen to your rehersal? I've heard of Bad Luck, of course, but I was so busy that I never actually got to hear you play, except on the radio. Would that be all right with you?" Shuichi looked up, request forgotten, and became excited again.
"Yatta! That's a great idea! I'll go get everything started." With that, he bowed to the president, and scampered out of the room, leaving Hikari dumbfounded again. With a wry smile, she realized that she had better get used to it, for she had happened onto a very unique group of people. What a coincidence. She started to leave, and turned around for a moment when the president called for her to wait a moment.
"Yamishika-san. What is your impression of Shuichi, since I gather that you have only just met him, by your expression." He inquired, simply curious to see if Shindou-san had indeed formed another lasting bond. She smiled again, her expression as dry as a desert.
"He's... very energetic. Yet at the same time I think he has a deeper side, that he only shows on occasion. He changes moods so quickly that it's hard to tell who he really is." She sighed a little, and ran her hand through her hair, letting it fall again, the question answered, yet she still felt pushed to continue. "Yuki-san is a little similar," she chuckled a little and turned to go again, taking Seguchi's sudden silence to mean that she was dismissed. "Why does everyone seem to be wearing masks around here-?" she stated finally, before the door closed with a quiet click behind her.
Tohma was silent for a while, paperwork forgotten, though it maintained a constant position on his desk. She had mentioned Eiri-san, he wondered, how much does she know? It remained silent until the phone began to ring again, and he sighed. Work waited for no one, least of all...
"Hello. Yes, this is NG's president, Seguchi Tohma."
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Notes: ... ;.; I'm such an unimaginitive person! Why can't I have normal notes like the other authors? Any thoughts on Hikari, what I could do with her?
Remember...
Reviews are welcome, and flames will be used to roast marshmellows for the starving cast.
All the characters are copyright of Maki Murakami, as is the series as a whole (please don't sue me, I'm so poor I have to use flames to eat. ;.;), except for Kari-chan, who is mine. You're welcome to use her (Who would want to?) if you'd like *cough* just tell me beforehand, because I want to read whatever happens to have her in it.
The moral of the story is, there are no morals
a Gravitation fic by
Mitsukai
'Souls are strange beings. The move where they will and are yet confined within the contours of the body. Greeks thought the body the temple of the soul, where it dwelt freely. During the middle ages, it was thought that the body was the prison of the soul. It is hard to tell which is correct, in this day in age, though it seems to be elements of both. Yet when bouncing around on the pinball board of life and existence, certain souls find and attract others. There is no pattern in these kindred souls, perhaps they belong to man and woman, man and man, woman and woman, human and animal; each attraction and bonding is a special thing. In strange instances when a group of souls are brought together by one...
It is called Gravitation.'
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Chapter II - Another World
There is no Such Thing as a Coincidence
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Shindou Shuichi bounded cheerfully up to the door, holding a picnic basket in one hand, a big grin pasted on his face. Today he'd asked Yuki to come home early so they could go on a picnic, one of his better ideas if he said so himself, and he was sure Yuki had heard him; if you could consider a groan and the muted thud of a head hitting a pillow a show of assent, which Shuichi did. That meant that they were going on a picnic, and so Shuichi was happy. He pulled his key out of his pocket, and jangled it merrily before unlocking the door and sliding in.
"Yuuuuuuuu-ki! Tadaima!" He called, and listened carefully for any sign of his prey. He then stalked around like a small, pink-haired raptor for a few minutes before reaching the enterance to the room where he slept on the couch rather frequently. He stopped to listen and heard the hum of conversation, he recognised Yuki's voice but who was that woman in there? The child sitting on his mood decided that he had rested enough, and began to swing again.
Didn't Mika say something about giving spare keys to women? Shuichi began to chew on the handle of the picnic basket; it wasn't fair! Didn't Yuki love him? He peeked into the room and was surprised to see Mika there. No, wait, he corrected himself, that wasn't Mika, it was someone else. Mika couldn't make Yuki smile. For indeed, Shuichi could see a little one tugging at the corner of his lover's mouth as if trying to stretch his face into something less cool, as the stranger sat calmly, with her tea balanced perfectly atop her head as she explained something in a stage whisper. The pink-haired vocalist could only hear snippets of it, but it was enough to form a collage of the worst possible thing he could imagine, carefully gluing each piece in place in the picture of his ultimate downfall.
Just then, the chibi kicked off and swung him into a state of hurt before anger, uninvited, forced its way in, his mind running like a rabid gerbil coming up with several conclusions all of them inevitibly incorrect. Of course, he acted on every single one and jumped into the room banana suit and all, half chewed picnic basket in one hand.
"Yuki! Who's that?" He asked, chewing fretfully on the picnic basket again, eyes threatening to spill over in the very act that Yuki had feared would take place. Shuichi stopped his tirade when the intruder got up, took the tea off her head, placed it on the table, and walked over, bowing slightly when she reached him.
"Ah, Shindou-san. I'm sorry for intruding, but my presence here is easily explained." At that, her face seemed to close up for a moment, before reopening like a blossom at the first rays of the nurturing morning sun. "Actually it isn't, it's a really long story." She grinned like a puppy with a particularily juicy bone, and sat down again at the low table, waving for him to come sit. Yuki seemed intent on nursing his suddenly sharp headache, so Shuichi carefully moved over and sat down. "I'm sorry for not introducing myself at first when you asked, but it is better to know late than never, ne? My name is Yamishika Hikari, and..." She stopped her explanatory introduction short when Shuichi began to stare at her. "...Is something the matter?"
Shuichi jumped up, eyes seeming to grow to at least twice their normal size as he stared at Hikari, and pointed a finger at her, complete with face on the tip.
"You're Yamishika-san?" He asked, looking about ready to explode. The object of the sentance blinked profusely, before nodding slowly in a confused fashion. He then jumped next to his lover and began to yell in his ear. "Yuuuuuuuu-ki! You brought home Yamishika Hikari!" the aforementioned girl pointed to herself, wide-eyed with confusion. Yuki groaned slightly as Shuichi yelled in his ear, and let his head rest on the thankfully cool table top. Shuichi, not daunted at all, continued his tirade. "You're the solo cellist with SoundSoft (I don't have any of your CDs... but everyone knows about you!)"
"Actually... I just severed my contract with SoundSoft. They... just weren't what I was looking for." Hikari answered, a little flustered by the vocalist's ranting.
"So!" Shuichi said, looking around everywhere in a matter of split seconds, "Where's your cello?" She rubbed her head, a little embarassed.
"Actually, that's why I'm here."
"Yuki has your cello?" Shuichi asked, perplexed, "That's not fair; give it back, Yuki." He began to admonish the collapsed writer. Hikari shook her head, waving her hand.
"No, no." She reached up, grabbed the genki boy's wrists, and dragged him back to a sitting position. "I had just severed my contract with SoundSoft, and I went out to the street to catch a cab. I put my cello into the trunk and when I got out, I forgot to take it out. I chased the cab down three blocks but the driver didn't see me at all, so I gave up and rested against the wall of a building.
A little bit later Yuki-san drove by and picked me up, thinking I was his sister. We had a rather one-sided discussion in the car, and I told his I wasn't Mika, but we were already here so he invited me up for some tea. You came in about ten minutes afterwards." Hikari explained and then nodded, taking a sip of the aforementioned tea. Shuichi nodded sedately, and absorbed the story. The child sitting on his mood took another swing, and he jumped up again, with a grin plastered across his face.
"You said you severed contract with SoundSoft! That's great!" He yelled, suddenly elated, causing Yuki to wince again, wondering if it was a migrane or a stress headache, and whether or not he should silence Shuichi in the quickest, and generally most effective way possible. Then he looked across the table, remembered the cellist, and decided that that was a bad idea.
Hikari was confused again.
"That's great?" She inquired, as Shuichi nodded ecstatically, waving his hands, picnic plans forgotten in this new piece of information.
"I was just going to go practice up at NG with the rest of the band, I bet we can get you a contract there!" She raised her eyebrow, and opened her mouth to say something, but whatever it was, it was lost forever, for Shuichi had grabbed her wrist in his excitement, called for Yuki to promise to wait for him for dinner, and rushed the hapless cellist out the door. Back at the table, the pained writer decided that he'd spent more than enough time awake, and headed back to his room to collapse.
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"Seguchi-san!" called the hyperactive vocalist of Bad Luck from the doorway to the president's office. When he was acknowledged, he dragged a resigned Hikari to the desk and then released her, smiling. "This is Yamishika-san who used to play solo cello for SoundSoft." Seguchi Tohma raised an eyebrow, and the cellist added another mark to her mental blackboard; she was keeping count of the number of times she had caused legendary people she had heard of but never met to raise their eyebrows.
"Used to?" the president asked, flipping through a stack of paperwork.
"Aa. She severed her contract earlier this morning." She nodded, and crossed her arms. Scratching her head, she then realized that she still was not wearing any shoes, and this time didn't even have them with her, she had left them at Yuki's and hadn't had a chance to grab them before Shuichi pulled her out of the door. "I was wondering... maybe she could sign with NG?" Tohma and Hikari blinked in stereo, and then went on to form a soundtrack with the double saying of,
"Ano, Shindou-san..." Hikari continued by herself after the one statement, taking her cue from Seguchi's harried look, and the mounds of paper in neat, extensive, piles all over the desk before them.
"The president looks like he's busy at the moment. Why don't I come listen to your rehersal? I've heard of Bad Luck, of course, but I was so busy that I never actually got to hear you play, except on the radio. Would that be all right with you?" Shuichi looked up, request forgotten, and became excited again.
"Yatta! That's a great idea! I'll go get everything started." With that, he bowed to the president, and scampered out of the room, leaving Hikari dumbfounded again. With a wry smile, she realized that she had better get used to it, for she had happened onto a very unique group of people. What a coincidence. She started to leave, and turned around for a moment when the president called for her to wait a moment.
"Yamishika-san. What is your impression of Shuichi, since I gather that you have only just met him, by your expression." He inquired, simply curious to see if Shindou-san had indeed formed another lasting bond. She smiled again, her expression as dry as a desert.
"He's... very energetic. Yet at the same time I think he has a deeper side, that he only shows on occasion. He changes moods so quickly that it's hard to tell who he really is." She sighed a little, and ran her hand through her hair, letting it fall again, the question answered, yet she still felt pushed to continue. "Yuki-san is a little similar," she chuckled a little and turned to go again, taking Seguchi's sudden silence to mean that she was dismissed. "Why does everyone seem to be wearing masks around here-?" she stated finally, before the door closed with a quiet click behind her.
Tohma was silent for a while, paperwork forgotten, though it maintained a constant position on his desk. She had mentioned Eiri-san, he wondered, how much does she know? It remained silent until the phone began to ring again, and he sighed. Work waited for no one, least of all...
"Hello. Yes, this is NG's president, Seguchi Tohma."
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Notes: ... ;.; I'm such an unimaginitive person! Why can't I have normal notes like the other authors? Any thoughts on Hikari, what I could do with her?
Remember...
Reviews are welcome, and flames will be used to roast marshmellows for the starving cast.
All the characters are copyright of Maki Murakami, as is the series as a whole (please don't sue me, I'm so poor I have to use flames to eat. ;.;), except for Kari-chan, who is mine. You're welcome to use her (Who would want to?) if you'd like *cough* just tell me beforehand, because I want to read whatever happens to have her in it.
The moral of the story is, there are no morals
