Title: Shinjitsu No Uta
Author: Brittany67
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or any of the Gravitation character. I do however own Kuraku, Kumo, Kouya, Mitsushi and Jun.
WARNING: Some of the Inuyasha characters maybe OCC.
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Shuichi stared at the redhead as he sipped some juice out of a glass cup. He could understand what Kumo was feeling at the moment. Unloved and depressed. Shuichi sighed, putting his drink down on the table and rested his head on his arm. He had often felt like that when Yuki ignored him, which was almost every day. Yuki would always be writing some story, telling him that it was a waste of time to do nothing but cuddle when he had work to do. Although Shuichi knew that Yuki cared about him ... Just in a cold way.
"What are you looking at?" Kumo asked interrupting the pink-hair man's thoughts. Shuichi shook his head, clearing his thoughts.
"Oh, just about Yuki." Shuichi replied with a smile on his face. Kumo huffed, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"How can you stand that jerk? I mean he's so…so… "
"Bitter?" Hiroshi voiced, finishing Kumo's sentence as he took a seat next to Shuichi at the table. Kumo looked at Hiroshi, gratefully before nodding.
"Yuki maybe a little uncaring, but he's sweet and charming when he wants to be. Really he is!" Shuichi said defending his lover with a frown. Hiroshi raised an eyebrow at this while Kumo just shook his head in disbelief, not believing for one minute that Yuki could be 'sweet and charming'.
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A long black stretch limo parked itself in front of large building. The driver of the limo stepped out of the car and opened the door for the passenger in the back seat. As the door opened, out stepped a man. Long black hair tied in a low ponytail and cool dark eyes that were hidden behind tinted sunglasses.
"Do you want me to wait here, Inu-san?" The driver asked, closing the limo door behind the young man. Inu shook his head and walked towards the doors of the building, without a glance back.
"No, go ahead. If I need you, I'll call you." Inu said, waving the driver away with a flick of his wrist. He stepped into the building ignoring the secretary, who was yelling for him to stop as he stalked through the hallways. Opening a glass door, he walked into a large expensive looking room and glared at the older man sitting in a leather chair waiting for him, patiently.
"Yash."
"Sesshoumaru." Yasha greeted back stiffly, still glaring at the man with long black hair and emotionless dark eyes.
"I see you came. Sit." Sesshoumaru commanded pointing to a seat in front of his wooden desk. Yash bristled at the commanding tone, but sat down gracefully in the chair. "I think you know why I called you here." Seeing Yasha hesitant nod, he continued. "Then you know that 'Father' wants you to have some responsibility in your life-"
"What?! I have some responsibility in my life." The younger man snapped, but kept his mouth shut after seeing the warning look in his brother's eyes. He did not want to get into an argument with Sesshoumaru right now. He had enough trouble already with his father on his back and Yasha did not want Sesshoumaru on his back also.
"Like I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted," The older man sent another warning glance at Yasha almost like he was daring the younger man to interrupt him again. Fortunately Yasha keep his mouth shut, but clenching his fist in anger. "He wants you to take part in this company."
"What?! I can't do that I have school-" Sesshoumaru dismissed Yasha's outburst with wave of his hand and cleared his throat silencing the young man.
"It's already decided. You will start work here tomorrow morning." The older man spoke with a tone that said there would be no more discussion. Yasha growled angrily and stooped out of the door like a child. Just to be spiteful, he slammed the door on his way out. A couple of seconds later the glass window came crashing down onto Sesshomaru's floor.
Sesshoumaru stared at the glass on the floor before he picked up the cordless phone on his desk. He shook his head and spoke into the phone, calmly. "Tanki-san, would you please get my door fixed….Yes…It was Yasha again….I know it's not your job, but do it anyway."
He hung up the phone and watched through his window as his little brother angrily slammed the limo door before it drove away. "That boy is going to be the death of me one day."
"When you look up at the sky at night to sees stars, did you ever think what they are? I think they are salt, God's, salt and one day he is going to eat us." Kumo said suddenly, making Hiroshi look at him strangely. The reddish brown hair man chuckled and took the bottle of sake from the redhead's hands.
"Okay, no more for you." Hiroshi announced as Kumo tried to reach for the bottle, but fell face forward on the floor. The redhead giggled madly as he sat up from the floor looking up at the guitarist. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, yes I'm alright. Kumo's just fine." Kumo said with a playful grin. Hiroshi sighed and couldn't help, but regret giving the artist the bottle of sake. He stood up from his couch and walked away to throw away the bottle of sake.
"Did it hurt?"
"Does what hurt?" The guitarist asked, dumping out the beverage into the sink.
"Knowing that Shuichi is in love with Yuki and not with you."
Hiroshi froze as dropped the bottle into the sink and turned quickly to look at the redhead. Kumo didn't have the usual sunny smile on his face, but a wistful look on his face that made Hiroshi give him a second glance.
"I don't know what you're talking about." The reddish brown haired man replied trying to hide the nervousness out of his voice, but failed miserably. He could feel almost Kumo's gaze boring through the back of his head as he turned back to the sink, picking up the broken bottle pieces with a shaky hand.
"I think you know.... why don't you tell him that you love him?" Kumo asked still staring at the famous guitarist back. Hiroshi sighed, knowing that the redhead never let go of the topic, if he didn't answer. " I mean, don't you want him to know that you love him?"
"If you truly love someone... All you want is for them to be happy, even if it meant they are happy with loving someone else. And Shuichi is happy with Yuki, so I will let his happiness rule over my own."
High tension filled the air after Hiroshi confessed his answer to Kumo, who stared at the guitarist in amazement. He never had known everyone that would give up his or her happiness just to make another happy before. Kumo had always known people who thought that, if they couldn't be happy, the other shouldn't either.
"Maybe I should go." Kumo stated standing up from the floor and avoided eye contact with the reddish brown haired man. Hiroshi nodded, silently and opened the door of his apartment for the redhead and leaned against the door, just as Kumo left.
"Maybe its time I start dreaming of someone else... "
You know what to do...