Disclaimer: I own not the magnificent, wondrous creation that is
gravitation. Nor do I own the characters associated with gravi, including
the sweet-sweet Seguchi-san.. mmmm.
Cast: Tohma, Sakuma-san, Noriko, Mika, Eiri and Tohma's family.
A word to the readers: This fic is basically an outlet for my own unhealthy obsession with Seguchi Tohma and his mysterious past, which is not at all mentioned nor hinted in the anime. You must forgive me if any of the characters are out of character since I haven't really seen the series; I've just read a few transcripts.
Summary: Now to the story: Basically Tohma angst about his past present and the future that awaits him. If you do not like to idea of multiple male pairings and possible citrus (but no perverted lemons), then this is not for you and I strictly recommend that you read a fic with a lower rating. Likewise, if you are afraid of and/or detest angst (there is very little) I recommend you read some light-hearted humour.
Before you begin to read the piece, which I have poured my loving work into, I must make you promise me something. If you are going to review this (an I hope you do), you must not flame. I would also prefer well-sugared compliments rather than the harsh truth about my work. Constructed criticism is O.K. Thank you!
Prologue
I will always be remembered as the rich, successful, president and founder of NG studios. The sweet, smiling and talented man with as many faces as fish in the sea.
Nobody knows me, not the real me, anyhow. Some think they do-like the millions of fans, like Sakano, like K, like Shindou, Nakano and Fuji. Others come close. Close, but not close enough for they can only scratch the surface. Mika is one of those people, the one's that claim to love me. But they can't possibly love me-how can you love someone you don't know? These people I am surrounded by; my friends, my colleagues, my wife-they know nothing about me. The don't even know where I came from or the path I took to come to their side. I won't let them know.
I know what I am writing; this is an autobiography, an account of all the events that have occurred. I know why I am writing; I am writing to remember, to remind myself of my past for even I have lost the true me.
Cast: Tohma, Sakuma-san, Noriko, Mika, Eiri and Tohma's family.
A word to the readers: This fic is basically an outlet for my own unhealthy obsession with Seguchi Tohma and his mysterious past, which is not at all mentioned nor hinted in the anime. You must forgive me if any of the characters are out of character since I haven't really seen the series; I've just read a few transcripts.
Summary: Now to the story: Basically Tohma angst about his past present and the future that awaits him. If you do not like to idea of multiple male pairings and possible citrus (but no perverted lemons), then this is not for you and I strictly recommend that you read a fic with a lower rating. Likewise, if you are afraid of and/or detest angst (there is very little) I recommend you read some light-hearted humour.
Before you begin to read the piece, which I have poured my loving work into, I must make you promise me something. If you are going to review this (an I hope you do), you must not flame. I would also prefer well-sugared compliments rather than the harsh truth about my work. Constructed criticism is O.K. Thank you!
Prologue
I will always be remembered as the rich, successful, president and founder of NG studios. The sweet, smiling and talented man with as many faces as fish in the sea.
Nobody knows me, not the real me, anyhow. Some think they do-like the millions of fans, like Sakano, like K, like Shindou, Nakano and Fuji. Others come close. Close, but not close enough for they can only scratch the surface. Mika is one of those people, the one's that claim to love me. But they can't possibly love me-how can you love someone you don't know? These people I am surrounded by; my friends, my colleagues, my wife-they know nothing about me. The don't even know where I came from or the path I took to come to their side. I won't let them know.
I know what I am writing; this is an autobiography, an account of all the events that have occurred. I know why I am writing; I am writing to remember, to remind myself of my past for even I have lost the true me.