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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"Kumo! There is a strange man at the door!" Mitsushi yelled, looking through the peephole in the door. He stood on a wooden stool, waving his hands around in circles. 'Strange man is looking at me!' Mitsushi thought panicky when dark eyes met his.
"What does he look like?" His brother called from the shower. Mitsushi shrugged, but knew Kumo couldn't see him.
"Uh...he has long black hair and p-purple eyes." The little boy uttered back and ducked as the man's eyes locked with his. "He looks very angry, Kumo."
"Oh it's Yasha." Kumo said running to the door, holding on to the towel with his uninjured hand. He opened the door quickly and shivered as the cold air hit his wet skin. Yasha was looking at him impatiently, crossing his arms, shoes tapping the ground. "Hello Yasha."
"Feh."
"What are you doing here?" Kumo asked shifted nervously looking up at the other man. Yasha rolled his eyes at him and strolled into his apartment and the redhead sighed and mumbled," Yeah just come right in."
"Nice apartment." It was clearly sarcasm in the statement, but Kumo choose to ignore it. He didn't want Mitsushi to see him argue with Yasha. It would be a bad influence to do so in front of a child.
"Thank you. I decorated it myself." The redhead said putting a smile on his face, watching as the other man looked around his apartment. It was a stylish furnished apartment with two bedrooms, one living room and a small kitchen. The money from working at NG had made him update his apartment a little. "Although with a little help of friends, of course."
"Hn." Yasha crossed his arms and took a seat on leather lazy boy chair. Kumo sighed, deciding to make Yasha get straight to the point on why he was here in his apartment.
"What are you doing here?" The redhead moved nervously, holding on to the towel tightly. He felt very uncomfortable standing only with a towel around his waist and nothing else on.
"My brother is threatening to take my car away; if I didn't help you get around." Yasha answered giving Kumo a look that said Its-All-Your-Fault. Kumo blinked at with a startled expression.
"I don't think I need your help, Yasha." Kumo said with a faint blush of embarrassment spread across his face. He didn't like people to thinking he was weak because of his broken arm. Yasha snorted and looked away.
"That's what I told my brother, but he would listen." The black-haired man said and quickly changed the subject as Kumo started to look at him strangely. "Who is the brat? Your son? I mean, how old are you anyway? Aren't you a little too young to have a child."
"WHAT!?!"
Yasha blinked in surprise as the redhead fell backwards on the ground with a dazed look on his face. "Uh."
Kumo quickly stood up, face red as a rose and shook his head, waving his hands wildly in front of him. "No! No! No! Mitsushi is my brother! And I'm only 18!" Now it was Yasha's turn to be embarrassed.
"YUKI"
"No." Yuki repeated after the hundredth time already. He tried to ignore the pink-hair lover, but every time he did. Shuichi would always find a way to get his attention again.
"Please!" Shuichi whined attaching himself onto Yuki's arm, puppy dog eyes appearing on his face. Maybe Yuki would melt at the sight of his eyes and let them go out together instead of staying home all the time. Unfortunately for Shuichi..... It didn't work.
"Take that stupid look off your face."
Shuichi face faulted and slid off his lover's arm onto the floor. He sat up looking up at Yuki, sulking. "Yuki, your so mean" drawing out the last word with a long and high-pitched whine.
"If I promise to go out with you..... will you go away?" Yuki looked down at Shuichi, fingers still moving against the keyboard. Shuichi nodded, smiling widely. "No."
"YUKI" Was heard loudly through the apartment building.
Yasha sat comfortably, looking on in amused as he watched the little redheaded boy eat. The little boy had rice all over his mouth, chicken in his left hand and a rice ball in the other. Not only did Mitsushi finish his own plate, but Yasha and Kumo's too.
"Shi, please stop making a mess and slow down." The older redhead pleaded and blushed brightly. He glanced around to see everyone in the restaurant staring at them. Yasha sent a glare that sent everyone back to doing their own business. Mitsushi tried to talk, but Kumo shook his head in disgust. "Chew first."
"But it's good." The little boy said, after gulping down a mouth full of food. "You never made food as good as this. You always burn the food!"
"I do not!" Kumo huffed, blushing growing brighter. Mitsushi shook his head and just gave Yasha a look that said He's-In-Denial. The older brother frowned and glared at Yasha as the other man's shoulders shook silently in laughter. "I do not! I know how to cook!"
"What! I didn't do nothing!" Yasha waved his hands in front of him, still laughing as Kumo and his little brother argued on about Kumo's cooking in the past. He was too busy watching the two brothers and did not notice his friends until it was too late.
"YASHA!"
Kagome smiled as she watched her two friends in the corner of her eye. Miroku was trying to charm Sango into going on a date with him, but ruined the moment by touching Sango's butt. She shook her head looking on as Sango slapped the Miroku in the face. Sometimes she wished she had something like Sango had with Miroku except the perverted part. She sighed and looked down at her shoes. A longing gleam came into her eyes. 'Yasha....'
"Is something wrong, Kagome?" Sango asked, her anger disappearing quickly and concern became visible on her face. Kagome shook her head, clearing her thoughts.
"I'm okay. Don't worry about me." Kagome reassured, a fake smile of happiness formed on her lips, unfortunately for her, Miroku and Sango didn't believed her, but her friends were considerate enough to leave her alone. As Kagome walked ahead, both her friends stayed back, sharing understanding glances.
"Do you think she's thinking about Yasha again?" Sango asked walking after her best friend. Miroku nodded having the same thought.
"Probably or maybe Kouga." Miroku suggested smirking remembering when Kouga declared his love for Kagome the other day. A thoughtful look become visible on his face. "Didn't she say Yasha was going to be in here in Tokyo for a while?"
"Yeah she said he was here for the company with his brother." Sango informed, reflecting Miroku's look "Perhaps-"
Her sentence was cut off just as she heard Kagome yell. "YASHA!"
Kumo's head snapped up in surprise, hearing someone call Yasha's name. His glaze locked on a young girl with long black hair going past her shoulders and sparkling brown eyes. She wore a familiar junior high school junior uniform, which consisted of a green mini skirt and a blouse with a green collar and a red tie/bow.
Following behind her was another young girl and a young man looking about 19 years old. The other girl had long black hair held up in a high ponytail and she wore a white blouse similar to the other girl's and a long pink skirt, touching her ankles. The young man had very short, black hair that tied into a ponytail. He wore a dark purple shirt and black jeans.
"Uh....Kagome." Yasha mumbled looking down at the wooden table, blushing furiously. Kumo stared intently at the long black-haired man. It was unusual to see Yasha blush, unless he was angry or embarrassed about something, but Yasha wasn't embarrassed. It suddenly clicked in the back of his head.
Kagome was Yasha's girlfriend.
Kumo suddenly felt a familiar emotion grow inside him. He had often felt it when his mother used to pay more attention to his sister than him. He was jealous. He could see why Yasha would like this young girl. She had a nice smile, looked sweet and was something he wasn't definitely, which was a GIRL. Yasha didn't like men! He was probably as straight as an arrow! Kumo fought the urge to sigh sadly and decided to listen in on what Kagome was talking about.
".....gome." Kagome blinked at him, holding out her hand. Kumo just looked at her hand and then realized she wanted him to shake her hand. She must have noticed his red hair and realized that he was American.
"I'm Yamada Kumo." Kumo shook her hand roughly, putting on a fake smile. She smiled back a little uneasy, holding her hand against her chest. He glanced at the other two behind Kagome.
"Hanta Sango." The other girls greeted shaking his hand with a smile, although not as warm as Kagome's, but close enough. Kumo smiled, eyeing her a little and then looked at the young man beside her.
"Hoshi Miroku. I have to warn you though. I sense a large black cloud-"
"Shut it, Miroku." Yasha snapped rudely, glaring fiercely at Miroku, who looked unfazed by the glare. Kumo frowned, not understanding why Yasha was acting all rude all of a sudden. Yasha turned to Kagome, glaring up at her.
"What are you doing here, Kagome?" He demanded, fidgeting in his seat like an impatient child, waiting for a new toy. Kagome rolled her eyes and huffed.
"Mou! Why haven't you called me, Yasha?!" She asked tapping her feet on the wooden floor in an angry manner as Yasha flinched in his seat, crossing his arms.