Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation or the characters portrayed within it. I only own this story and a couple of characters in it :D
A/N: I hope you like this story, it's been on my head for a while and I started writing it over Xmass. I have already written a few chapters and only have to type them out on my PC. I hope it's original and written to your liking. I have invented one main character and hope you like him, don't be put off (there is a reason for this) and give it a try! This chapter is mainly dedicated to his introduction for you to get an idea of his personality, although it'll become clearer as time goes on. List of Japanese terms used is below.
Moooo: Sound that expresses exasperation/annoyance
Kya: girlish scream of delight
Wari: Sorry
Nani : Literally "what"
Joudan : a joke, just joking
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"Arrogant and right is surely better
than humble and wrong."
Geoff Arbuthnot
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War of Hearts
Chapter 1
The blonde in white
"Moooo!" sighed the 20 year-old as he flopped down on his stomach onto the bench he'd been sitting at for the last half hour or so. He had his head buried in between his crossed arms and was shaking it from side to side. Suddenly he sat up, eyes narrowed on a tight frown as he picked up a bright green notebook and a pen with an oversized cute bunny attached to the top of it. A look of utter determination was etched on his pretty face. "Lyrics, lyrics, lyrics." he kept saying as he stared at the blank sheet of paper held in his hand, cute bunny held to his lips. The frown slowly disappeared, smoothing his features and giving way to big, wet, shimmering purple eyes. The boy cried loudly at the top of his lungs, tears falling in big waterfalls either side of him, tonsils visible from miles away. "There is no use! K is gonna kill me if I don't finish the lyrics by tomorrow night!" Shuichi whined to himself, drowning in his self pity. The people walking past looked at the chibi Shuichi and hastily went on their way, edging away from the crazy vocalist.
Shuichi was in a slump, again. Wasn't he supposed to be the greatest (apart from Sakuma-Sama of course!) singer in Japan? Thought Shuichi to himself. How could he not write up his own lyrics? It seemed he always had to be either extremely happy, angry or sad to come up with something decent. At the moment he was none of these and inspiration simply refused to make an appearance. It could be so rude sometimes, honestly! Wrapping up his legs with his arms he sat at the bench looking like a lost child, lower lip sticking out on a cute pout and eyes locked on his snickers.
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"Kya! Kya! Look at that guy over there, he's totally gorgeous!"
"Oh my God he looks so cool! He looks foreign!" The girl held her schoolbag tight to her chest.
"Just look at his suit, he must be rich too!"
"Shut up Mayaka! Is all you can ever think about money?!"
"But of course Kaori. Unlike you, I am practical and think about how to make my life as comfortable as possible with the least amount of effort from my part!" stated the short haired girl matter-of-factly.
"You are so crude Mayaka-chan."
"And you are a romantic! You should really stop reading those unrealistic love novels of yours."
The long haired girl now looked truly offended. "Don't be mean to Eiri-sama! He's a great writer and his novels are not at all unrealistic. In fact most of them end in tragedy!"
The two high-schoolers went on with their bickering unaware of the man walking towards them. He was tall and slender with blondish hair dashed by a few darker strands that glowed copper like in the sun. He had long feline eyes, the colour of emeralds, which seemed to shine on their own, like true precious stones. His nose was narrow and sexy, matching his face perfectly, and his mouth was faultless too, with full lips that invited kisses. He was wearing a simple, yet fine, white suit and black shoes. His shirt was a dark shade of purple and the top two buttons were undone, leaving the collar lying atop the jacket and exposing a smooth firm chest adorned with a thin plain gold chain with a ring threaded through it.
His looks said that he was in his early/mid twenties but there was a mature air about him and something in his eyes made him look older. He stopped in front of the two girls that were eyeing him earlier and took off the sunglasses he had been wearing.
"Hello young ladies, I was wandering if you could help me." His voice was deep and sensuous, and he smiled, showing off one of his best features (this he knew and took advantage of as often as he could; women were so easy to amuse).
The two girls stopped short when they realized they were being spoken to. They both looked up at once and saw the man they had being drooling over just moments ago, both speechless. Mayaka was the first to snap put of it, two big Yen signs imprinted at the back of her pupils.
"Sorry we were discussing an important matter for an essay at school and didn't hear you, can you repeat yourself?" She said coolly, trying to sound intellectual, thinking a foreigner like him was sure to fancy the typical clever high-schooler. Kaori just stared at the floor, nervous and a bit embarrassed by the act she'd seen her friend pull off countless times before.
The man just chuckled and licked his lips before he spoke: he'd hit the nail right on the head again.
"I was just standing over there looking for this place and thought that you looked just like the kind of girl who could help me find it."
After the man had spoken they realized he wasn't foreign for he spoke perfect Japanese, although they couldn't quite place his accent.
"Oh really?" said Mayaka, reassured of her smart appearance, "and what place would that be sir?" she finished, putting on her best smile and flirty look.
"You see I was looking through this Tokyo guide and it said that an art gallery recently opened nearby and I was hoping to visit it his afternoon."
'An art gallery?' Mayaka thought, 'the smart act is working once again but I don't know about any stupid art galleries!' "An art gallery huh?" she tried to sound sophisticated. "Oh, you see I visit so many I couldn't name them all, do you know its name perhaps?" She sounded confident but really was just trying to buy herself some more time,' If I play my cards right', she kept thinking, ' maybe we can find it together, and if all goes well, this hunk might take me out for dinner to a classy place and who knows what may happen afterwards.'
"Unfortunately I don't remember it, but like I said, I knew you looked like the right person to ask and am still confident you can help me."
'Ok, he's really falling for it, now all I have to do is pull a couple more of those tricks older guys fall for and he'll be under my every command, men are so gullible,' she smirked inwardly. "Well thank you! I knew a man like yourself would recognize quality from the moment I saw you," she placed emphasis on her last word, still smiling confidently.
"All I remember is that it's around here, right next to a place called "Zepp X"," the blonde stopped for a moment, letting the words sink in, "and as observant as I am, I'm sure you know where that is perfectly." He spoke calmly and still gave her an unfaltering smile, looking right into her eyes.
Kaori suddenly gasped and it took Mayaka a good 30 seconds to get over her initial shock. "Why, you jerk!" Mayaka exclaimed, anger visible on her face as she tried to hold back the urge to slap that bastard. She was lost for words, something uncommon in someone like her, and a blush crept up her face. She grabbed Kaori's hand, who was now laughing out loud, and turned around to walk away from the smiling jerk standing right before her.
"Well you obviously know the place so won't you tell me how to get there?" The blonde sneered letting out another chuckle.
Mayaka just stomped off dragging her laughing friend along.
"Piss off you bastard! If you have such high perception skills I'm sure you'll have no trouble finding that stupid art gallery on your goddamn own!" Mayaka spoke, still beating her retreat from the man that had embarrassed her the most in her life.
The blonde put his sunglasses back on and took out his pack of cigarettes, still grinning as he placed a stick between his lips, lit the cigarette and exhaled the smoke. He then laughed loudly and turned on his heels. The look on that girl's face had been priceless. He walked on still snickering and run his fingers through his hair. Yes he could be a jerk sometimes, in fact 'that's part of my charisma' he thought. He could also be arrogant, heartless and over critical, but he was a nonetheless downright sexy jerk, and this, of course, he knew too. He just couldn't help himself though. It's true he was looking for the art gallery when he found himself in the park. He spotted the two girls standing by the okonomiyaki stand and knew right away that they were checking him out. The one with the long hair looked quite smart, although shy and was clutching her schoolbag tight to her chest, probably thinking about a guy she really liked. The other one looked slightly older and was wearing enough make up to use on an entire Hollywood cast. Her uniform skirt was shorter that need be and she had a knowy look about her. Zepp X was a gentleman's club famous for the schoolgirls that visited it picking rich business men twice their age in exchange for some flashy evening out and probably some jewellery; like the bracelet that girl was wearing. He knew she was the type of girl who could only think about herself and the pretty things she could get with her body. She had given him the predatory look as soon as he'd stepped in the park and he couldn't resist teasing the girl, it was just way too easy! And who knows? Maybe he'd made her think about the way she was living her life.
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Shuichi crossed out the words he'd just written and let out a frustrated sigh when he heard a girl shout 'What the.' he looked up and saw two girls standing in the distance. One of them was laughing and the other looked really pissed off at somebody. He shifted his eyes to the person in question and saw a tall blonde man dressed in white smiling at the girls. His eyes narrowed, "Yuki?" Then the man spoke at the retreating girls and the girl with short hair was giving him the finger and shouting out something, most probably rude going by the look on her face. But why was the guy laughing? As the man turned around Shuichi got a better look of him. No, that wasn't his Yuki, but damn he was a close match! His hair was slightly longer and the wrong shade of blonde. He was wearing a white suit, Yuki's favorite was black, he'd never wear something so conspicuous, and above all, that guy was smiling and laughing.
Yuki never laughed.
Although if he ever did, Shuichi thought, he would probably look just like that guy, and the singer smiled despite himself.
The blonde in white took another puff from his cigarette and looked around, trying to find another exit to the park. He noticed a pink haired guy in his late teens looking at him with a silly smile plastered on his face. The aforementioned young man suddenly looked away when he noticed he'd been caught staring. A cute blush was clear on his smooth cheeks and he started busying himself by packing onto his bag a whole lot of stuff that lay on the bench where he was sitting.
"Shuichi! Shuichi!"
The pink haired man looked up to see a guy with long reddish hair running towards him, bike helmet in hand. "Wari Shuichi, I got caught up in traffic. We better make a move or K-san will surely blow our brains out his time. He's got himself a new gun and his hands are itching to use it!" Hiro placed a hand on the back of his head.
"Nooo! Hiro why did you have to say that? I still haven't finished those damn lyrics!"
"Nani?!?!"
"Ah! Joudan joudan!" Said Shuichi with a silly grin, waving his hand up and down.
"Ah.yeah! Weren't we running late? Come on Hiro, let's go!" And with that he sped off, leaving a trail of smoke behind and making Hiro's long hair wave in the backwind he'd created on his runaway.
The blonde kept walking, "Odd kid," he muttered out, and the red haired started running too.
tbc
R&R, all types of criticism welcome!
Promise the story gets thicker and more interesting as it goes on, how do you like the gorgeous blonde? I will update within the next couple of days, enjoy!
