"Nigeru"
by Usamigo Tayoru
Author's Notes: This is part three of Shiboo ya Ren'ai. I was going to make this part of the second chapter, but I changed my mind, since I have an idea how much longer this story will be. O.o Enjoy! PS: There's more to come.
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"Talk?" Shuuichi blinked, trying to back away from Tohma as he stared into his eyes coldly. "Yes," Tohma smiled again, this smile a little more relaxing. Tohma narrowed his eyes slightly, as if trying to get a better look at him. "Shindou-san, how much do you like being a vocalist in Japan?" Shuuichi had no idea where this was going, but he had figured then that Tohma was about to use NG Records' support against him. With little patience, Tohma continued. "Shindou, you're aware of what pain you've caused Eiri-san. I've told you before never to see him again, for the sake of his health. You've disobeyed that command. Deliberately. Eiri had to return to the hospital. Because of you, and the pain you have caused him since you have stepped into his life." Shuuichi leaned against the television, consuming all of the scolding from Tohma. All he could do was listen and wonder what was in store for him in the future. "Shindou-san," Tohma's tone of voice was softer, as if full of concern, "Eiri-san is gone."
"Wh-..What?" Shuuichi was finally able to sit down as Tohma stepped back, allowing him to relax slightly. "Eiri-san has left. Thankfully, he has told me where he was going this time. Shindou-san, I will be very forward with you. If you're ever to search for him again, I'm dropping all support for Bad Luck from NG Records. I'll see to it, then, that you would never make it to be a rock star in Japan." Shuuichi was astonished. "Seguchi-s-!" Tohma cut him off, "There's nothing else that needs to be said. Stay away from him, or your career as a vocalist in Japan is over."
Hiroshi was lying on his couch, half asleep with his guitar in his arms. A slight amount of drool hung from the corner of his lips. "HIIIRROOOO!" Shuuichi pounded wildly on the door, his cries clearly heard inside, which woke up Hiroshi. He lept off of the couch, falling to the floor with his guitar. "Shuuichi, it's late!" He yawned, running a hand through his thick, auburn hair. Just before he could turn the knob, Shuuichi kicked down the door, nearly tossing it onto Hiro. "Ehh..Shuuichi..What're you doing here?" Hiro looked at his fallen door, figuring it was awfully important what Shuuichi had to say.
"Tohma..That bastard," Hiroshi shook his head, "he lets his power get to his head. But really now, Shuuichi. Perhaps it's best you keep away from Yuki for a while. You can't let Tohma take down Bad Luck. With his connections, he can make sure we don't even make it in America!" Shuuichi slumped onto the floor. "But..Hiro.." He bit the corner of his lip gently, "Where is he? What if I never see him again? Dammit!" He drove his fist into the ground, venting out obscenities against Tohma. Hiroshi lowered his head slightly, feeling compassion for Shuuichi. "Shuuichi..Get some rest. We can talk about this tomorrow. You can stay at my place, if you want."
Yuki found himself sitting in yet another cab. When the cab pulled up to a large hotel, he stepped out, paying the driver. "Merci," the cab driver smiled. Yuki cocked an eyebrow as he glanced at the hotel, then back at the cab driver. "Oui." The cab driver drove off, and Yuki walked into the hotel. Immediately, he was greeted. Alas, he reached his room and unlocked the door, silently stepping in. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he dropped his bag beside him, closing the door. With a sigh, he set his laptop onto the desk and sat down on the edge of the bed. He reached over and picked up the phone. "Oui.. Kyoto, Japan, s'il vous plait."
Mika picked up the phone. "Moshi moshi? Ah, konnichi wa." She looked at Tasuha and whispered "Eiri." Mika blinked, speaking into the phone again. "Hmm? No, nothing..What?! Fr-!" She looked up at Tasuha, who was eagerly standing in front of her. "Why can't you tell Shu-.." She fell silent again, listening to the person on the other end of the phone. "When did-..? You were? Why didn't I hear of this!?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Eiri, her brother, was in the hospital from a gunshot wound, and she was never told of this?? That's madness, she told herself. Purely crazy. Tasuha fell as silent as he could, hearing only his onii say "..I don't think that's what happened..Mika." Tasuha blinked, "Eh?" Yuki continued, "Mika...I need you to do me a favor."
"Impossible," Mika was shocked when she had hung up the telephone. Tasuha stared at her, wishing he would have a little insight as to what was happening to his brother. "Mika..What's wrong with Yuki?" Mika stood up, adjusting her fasionable scarf as she debated whether or not she should tell him. He is Eiri's younger brother, after all, she thought. No, she had to ask K for his help.
K closely examined the pistol, which was sealed into an evidence bag. Confused, he wondered as Mika stood before him just why she had requested that he have fingerprints lifted from it. "Mika," K smoothly asked her, "Do you have any of the bullets that were fired from this?" Mika shook her head. "No. I just need you to lift these fingerprints off of the weapon." Concerned, K looked at her with his deep, almost coldly blue eyes. "Are there any specific people you think would have their prints on it?" Knowing K well enough, Mika had enough sense to lie, or whomever she would mention would have a nuclear attack on their hands. Even if they did shoot her brother, assuming he didn't shoot himself, K would take it all to the next level. Mika herself would rather have the man face justice. She shook her head slightly, and K nodded and left.
With a sigh, Mika sat down, crossing her left leg over her right. She still couldn't get it out of her head that she was never notified of her own brother being in the hospital. It only made her wonder if Yuki was right with his suspicions that Tohma had been involved in the shooting. It seemed impossible, though, that her husband would shoot his brother-in-law, especially with the amount of love and respect Tohma has for Eiri. It just wouldn't make sense, unless he was that determined to keep Shuuichi away from Yuki, but that made her figure that he could simply threaten him with his career. She was thinking too much. She leaned back on the chair and softly closed her eyes, figuring it'd only be a matter of time before they could know the truth.
by Usamigo Tayoru
Author's Notes: This is part three of Shiboo ya Ren'ai. I was going to make this part of the second chapter, but I changed my mind, since I have an idea how much longer this story will be. O.o Enjoy! PS: There's more to come.
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"Talk?" Shuuichi blinked, trying to back away from Tohma as he stared into his eyes coldly. "Yes," Tohma smiled again, this smile a little more relaxing. Tohma narrowed his eyes slightly, as if trying to get a better look at him. "Shindou-san, how much do you like being a vocalist in Japan?" Shuuichi had no idea where this was going, but he had figured then that Tohma was about to use NG Records' support against him. With little patience, Tohma continued. "Shindou, you're aware of what pain you've caused Eiri-san. I've told you before never to see him again, for the sake of his health. You've disobeyed that command. Deliberately. Eiri had to return to the hospital. Because of you, and the pain you have caused him since you have stepped into his life." Shuuichi leaned against the television, consuming all of the scolding from Tohma. All he could do was listen and wonder what was in store for him in the future. "Shindou-san," Tohma's tone of voice was softer, as if full of concern, "Eiri-san is gone."
"Wh-..What?" Shuuichi was finally able to sit down as Tohma stepped back, allowing him to relax slightly. "Eiri-san has left. Thankfully, he has told me where he was going this time. Shindou-san, I will be very forward with you. If you're ever to search for him again, I'm dropping all support for Bad Luck from NG Records. I'll see to it, then, that you would never make it to be a rock star in Japan." Shuuichi was astonished. "Seguchi-s-!" Tohma cut him off, "There's nothing else that needs to be said. Stay away from him, or your career as a vocalist in Japan is over."
Hiroshi was lying on his couch, half asleep with his guitar in his arms. A slight amount of drool hung from the corner of his lips. "HIIIRROOOO!" Shuuichi pounded wildly on the door, his cries clearly heard inside, which woke up Hiroshi. He lept off of the couch, falling to the floor with his guitar. "Shuuichi, it's late!" He yawned, running a hand through his thick, auburn hair. Just before he could turn the knob, Shuuichi kicked down the door, nearly tossing it onto Hiro. "Ehh..Shuuichi..What're you doing here?" Hiro looked at his fallen door, figuring it was awfully important what Shuuichi had to say.
"Tohma..That bastard," Hiroshi shook his head, "he lets his power get to his head. But really now, Shuuichi. Perhaps it's best you keep away from Yuki for a while. You can't let Tohma take down Bad Luck. With his connections, he can make sure we don't even make it in America!" Shuuichi slumped onto the floor. "But..Hiro.." He bit the corner of his lip gently, "Where is he? What if I never see him again? Dammit!" He drove his fist into the ground, venting out obscenities against Tohma. Hiroshi lowered his head slightly, feeling compassion for Shuuichi. "Shuuichi..Get some rest. We can talk about this tomorrow. You can stay at my place, if you want."
Yuki found himself sitting in yet another cab. When the cab pulled up to a large hotel, he stepped out, paying the driver. "Merci," the cab driver smiled. Yuki cocked an eyebrow as he glanced at the hotel, then back at the cab driver. "Oui." The cab driver drove off, and Yuki walked into the hotel. Immediately, he was greeted. Alas, he reached his room and unlocked the door, silently stepping in. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he dropped his bag beside him, closing the door. With a sigh, he set his laptop onto the desk and sat down on the edge of the bed. He reached over and picked up the phone. "Oui.. Kyoto, Japan, s'il vous plait."
Mika picked up the phone. "Moshi moshi? Ah, konnichi wa." She looked at Tasuha and whispered "Eiri." Mika blinked, speaking into the phone again. "Hmm? No, nothing..What?! Fr-!" She looked up at Tasuha, who was eagerly standing in front of her. "Why can't you tell Shu-.." She fell silent again, listening to the person on the other end of the phone. "When did-..? You were? Why didn't I hear of this!?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Eiri, her brother, was in the hospital from a gunshot wound, and she was never told of this?? That's madness, she told herself. Purely crazy. Tasuha fell as silent as he could, hearing only his onii say "..I don't think that's what happened..Mika." Tasuha blinked, "Eh?" Yuki continued, "Mika...I need you to do me a favor."
"Impossible," Mika was shocked when she had hung up the telephone. Tasuha stared at her, wishing he would have a little insight as to what was happening to his brother. "Mika..What's wrong with Yuki?" Mika stood up, adjusting her fasionable scarf as she debated whether or not she should tell him. He is Eiri's younger brother, after all, she thought. No, she had to ask K for his help.
K closely examined the pistol, which was sealed into an evidence bag. Confused, he wondered as Mika stood before him just why she had requested that he have fingerprints lifted from it. "Mika," K smoothly asked her, "Do you have any of the bullets that were fired from this?" Mika shook her head. "No. I just need you to lift these fingerprints off of the weapon." Concerned, K looked at her with his deep, almost coldly blue eyes. "Are there any specific people you think would have their prints on it?" Knowing K well enough, Mika had enough sense to lie, or whomever she would mention would have a nuclear attack on their hands. Even if they did shoot her brother, assuming he didn't shoot himself, K would take it all to the next level. Mika herself would rather have the man face justice. She shook her head slightly, and K nodded and left.
With a sigh, Mika sat down, crossing her left leg over her right. She still couldn't get it out of her head that she was never notified of her own brother being in the hospital. It only made her wonder if Yuki was right with his suspicions that Tohma had been involved in the shooting. It seemed impossible, though, that her husband would shoot his brother-in-law, especially with the amount of love and respect Tohma has for Eiri. It just wouldn't make sense, unless he was that determined to keep Shuuichi away from Yuki, but that made her figure that he could simply threaten him with his career. She was thinking too much. She leaned back on the chair and softly closed her eyes, figuring it'd only be a matter of time before they could know the truth.