Silverone: Lol, yes Hiro and Suguru are a very canon like pairing and I don't do them often. Glad you like this though!
clari chan: I'm always busy, but I like to write in my free time n.n
koneko bombay: Thanks for reviewing this fic as well as my other one! If they had a 'favorite reviewers' list, you'd defiantly be on it n.n I need to look through your fics again…
Judy: Are you growling at me? LOL! I've never had anybody growl at me before, but that's okay –smiles- Go read some of my other stuff if you want more. Though… stay away from my Gundam Wing … its old stuff and horribly written x.x
Shahnida: OH! YAY! Suguru loves his K! And the only reason why I deviate from the original pairings is that I particularly don't like writing a story that is centered on the already centered around couple … get my drift? That's why I do all these silly pairings, baka! Lol, still love you hun! Anything Suguru and K are dedicated to you! –kissu-
Nittle Grasper Wonder: Thank you for the compliment –hug- it was short, but made me feel happy!
Epilogue
If you asked me the day and time of when I fell in love, I could not be able to tell you. It just seemed so sudden, so wonderful, and so frightening all at the same time. I would sit at home, staring out my window and not be able to think of anything but him: his hair, his eyes, and his wonderful, alluring, seductive smile. God how I love his smile, no matter what it looked like. Sometimes it would be that maniac smile that he would flash around, sometimes it would be his charming smile used to set people's heart a flutter, and sometimes it would be a sad smile. I never wanted to see his sad smile, ever again. It didn't suit him at all, nor did it belong on his face.
As he walked into the office, I could tell what he was feeling. The sad, almost forced, smile was all over his face as he barked out instructions on what we were to do. I look over to my band mates and see them hurry to do the task that they were asked. He has that affect on people, with a little help from his friends of course. Mr. Magnum and Mr. Shotgun are their names. Once, he even had a Mr. Sniper Rifle. They had actually stopped scaring us years ago, but he didn't have to know that. We still humored him. It gives him that maniac smile that I seemed to have grown to love.
My name is Nakano Hiroshi, Hiro for short. I've been the guitarist for a band called Bad Luck for three years with my best friend Shindo Shuichi and our keyboardist, once my lover for a year, Fujisaki Suguru. Our rivals were Suguru's cousin's band, Nittle Grasper. Shuichi and their lead singer, Sakuma Ryuichi, were like brothers, though, so there wasn't much of a rivalry singing wise. Music wise? Well that's another story. Suguru and his cousin, Seguchi Tohma, were always at war it seemed. Ukai Noriko, Nittle Grasper's other keyboardist, and I would just watch the rivals, laughing the entire time.
Suguru and I had dated the second year we had the band. Very few people knew about it, though, because of media. Shuichi didn't seem to care about his own relationship, announcing to the world that he and the famous Japanese romance novelist, Yuki Eiri, were –for loss of better words- fucking. They did have something deeper, I'll admit, but that doesn't mean I approve of the relationship. I didn't like it from the beginning, but that wouldn't change Shuichi's mind. He loved Yuki and, in his own twisted way, Yuki loved Shuichi back. He just didn't show it as much.
I looked up and realized that practice was about to start. We had a concert in a few days and, as usual, Shuichi was complaining that he wasn't ready. It was a lie; Shuichi was more prepared than any of us. We just like to keep with traditions of our old days as it gives us luck. The first time Shuichi admitted he was ready for a concert, his mike didn't work, my guitar strings broke, and three of the keys on Suguru's keyboard came off. K played it off and came out, getting everybody's attention and stated that it wasn't a concert, but a block party. Everybody was herded outside where they brought other equipment for us to play on. After about thirty minutes, some of the garage bands asked if they could play, so we let them. It was a good save for a horrible concert.
I gathered my guitar and watched Suguru for a while. Last year, when we broke up, I had not lied to him. I told him that I was in love with somebody else, somebody other than him. He had smiled, relieved actually, and told me that he was also in love with somebody else and it wasn't fair for us to be lying to each other. I knew, though, whom he loved. He loved K, our manager. The problem was, I loved K as well. Though it isn't fair for either of us to say that we loved him, seeing how we didn't know him on a more personal level, but I knew I could easily fall with him. It wasn't professional, though, and it would be wrong.
"Hiroshi, are you ready yet?"
I looked up to see him, standing above me and I smile slowly. "Hai, I am ready." I stand, holding my guitar, not bothering to tune it. "Let's get started."
I look up to see Suguru watching me. "Ready when you are, Hiro."
Nodding, I got into my stance. "Let's play, Suguru. Let's play."
His eyes narrow, as did mine, and we both glanced at K. I know he's realized now whom I love and that I know he feels the same way. Our words, disguised as casual talk, were almost like declarations of a challenge. This challenge I will not lose. Fujisaki Suguru, consider yourself at war with me, for the love and attention of one man. I will not go down, I will be victorious.
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Okay, see? I got out another part! Lol, I might do another one, but I'm seriously not sure. Maybe I'll write two versions of it, one where Suguru and K get together and one where Hiro and K get together. Hmm…. Could be interesting, yes? And yes, I know this is short. Oh well.