The Opposite of Gravity

by daiyaonna

With Eiri's return from New York, everything seems to be falling back into place, but when the unexpected reappearance of Aizawa threatens Shuichi's safety, it take one singer's secret to save them all, but the questions is, what has Ryuichi been hiding?

4. Dying Friendship

Disclaimer: Me no own. Just borrowing.

Warnings: fluff-slash-sap, weird pairings (please..don't kill me -_-), lime-y content, bad "attempted" use of the Japanese language, and a bunch of other stuff I've probably forgotten to mention.

Author's Note: Well, my speeches are usually kept for the end, where it still will be, but there are a few things I have to say before you read. Sorry if any of this chapter that's posted is weird in format...my computer is garbage! Oh, and um...Hiro and Shu-chan kinda get...kinky. I guess that's the only way I can explain it. O.o I'm not totally sure where this came from, but it does have a point to the story later on, and no worries to those diehard Yuki/Shu fans! I won't do anything drastic. It's angst- y, and angst-y equals fun...for me. One more thing: Smashing Blue isn't really a "new" song, as everyone will find out when reading, but I just thought having them do something a little bit different would be fun. Oh, and who knew Hiro could sing? I knew he had it in him all along!! ^_^ Ah, why am I rambling? Read and enjoy!

This chapter is dedicated to all those Hiro/Shuichi lovers out there, with a strange twist to boot.

Track Four: Dying Friendship

Bright lavender-indigo eyes peered at the audience from behind the partially parted curtain, and Shuichi jerked back, frantically jumping up and down, a distressed expression controlling his countenance. Hiro calmly walked up to him and looked at the cheering fans before glancing back at his friend. Whatever Eiri had done to motivate him the day before had obviously worked, and Hiro temporarily felt the same envy attempting to dominate him, but he pushed it aside, examining the energetic youth. His ensemble was that of what a girl would wear extra small tank top that barely covered his chest, painted-on shorts that clung to his finely shaped calves, leaving his arms naked- but it fit his personality on stage perfectly. Everything matched well except for the strange choker he always insisted on wearing saying that it caressed his vocal cords to make his voice smoother. Hiro would have preferred staring at his neck. It was enticing in its own way.

"There's too many people," Shuichi exclaimed, impatiently leaping from one foot to the other. "HIRO.what am I going to do?" Hiro, clad in habitual black pants that clung to his hips and a blue shirt open halfway down his chest, walked over to his friend and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"It's the same amount of people as before. Stop worrying! You'll be fine."

"B-but it's bigger and all the tickets were sold out and that means a lot more people...who will hate me for not singing the right songs and-"

"Shuichi! Enough! Everything will be fine! Even if they do hate you, which I don't see as a likely possibility, you'll still have all those that care for you here. Besides, it's our concert.we can do what we want!" Shuichi's eyes got watery, and he sprang to hug him.

"Arigato, Hiro...you're always right," he mumbled, sliding down the guitar player's body to put his feet back on the ground, and when he looked up, he found he was only a few inches from Hiro's mouth. Shuichi could suddenly feel his heart pounding furiously in his chest, and habitually, he began to close the distance between them even as Hiro tilted his head down.

"I know," he murmured, electricity flowing through him. "I know-" He couldn't control his actions, Hiro was no longer commanding his own body, and he was so close to Shuichi's lips that he could already taste the infamous strawberry lip gloss just by smelling it. Hiro swept his tongue experimentally over the bottom of the singer's mouth, and Shuichi shuddered before closing his eyes and surrendering completely, opening the barrier further to allow Hiro entrance. The moment their tongues intertwined, all alliances and truths forgotten, Hiro felt a tremor of shock flow over him, and he knew Shuichi sensed the attraction as well because he tightened his arms around his neck, lifting himself up to match the taller youth's height.

Hiro's hands were running smoothly up his back, fingers fumbling with the clasps of the leather hiding his throat as he ravenously kissed him, and Shuichi already had one leg wrapped around his upper thighs to further open himself to his dominating partner. He ground their slim hips together once, and Hiro immediately forgot about trying to remove the choker easily and ripped it using his teeth and hands, though reluctant to stop touching him with his lips. He roughly ravished the exposed flesh of his neck a second later, and Shuichi stiffened in his arms, arching towards him for further contact even as he slid fingers over the edge of Hiro's pants and wiggled them beneath it, trying to get inside.

They had lost all reason, their logic completely erased by burning lust, and at that moment, nothing existed for them but each other. There wasn't jealousy to cause hate nor was there another lover that created anguish, but when a moan of longing echoed into his ears, almost drowning out the cry of the crowd, Hiro remembered where he was. He pulled away, his face flushing with heat as he stared at Shuichi and tried to get his breathing under control. There was a darkening mark imprinted on his skin, and the singer's lips were swollen from the excessive force of his teeth. Hiro could still feel the presence of Shuichi's hand halfway down his pants, and he instantly felt ashamed.

"Hiro...w-why did you stop?" Shuichi lifted his face up for another kiss, but he pushed him back, tugging his fingers free.

"Iie...Shuichi...this is wrong. We...we can't...and the concert-" Shuichi's eyes flew open, and he grabbed at the material Hiro offered, snapping it around his throat, concealing the spot he'd made.

"I-I almost forgot!" he exclaimed, preparing to run to find their third member, but Hiro stopped him.

"We have to talk about this, Shuichi. We almost-" He refused to finish the sentence he started, and something warm touched his face, making him look up.

"After the concert. We'll fix it, Hiro! Don't worry...now, come on! We've got to find-"

"There's no need, Shindou-san. I'm prepared," Suguru proclaimed, walking up to them, promptly followed by a panicking Sakano and a coolly smirking K, whose arms were crossed.

"Alright!" he cried excitedly, grabbing his friends' hands before flashing an outstretched smile at their producer and manager. Shuichi dragged them out onto the stage, lights blinding them and the panoramic scream of thousands of fan girls (and boys) deafening the band as they made their way to specific areas Suguru to his double-keyboarded synthesizers, Hiro to his precious guitar, which he delicately placed over his neck, and Shuichi to the microphone. The pink-haired youth grabbed the device in his hand, easily lifting it back towards his mouth as he raised his arm, sending the audience into an uproar. "We are Bad Luck!! We've come to give you the best show yet! And, now, we sing!" There was an almost dead silence of sorts as Shuichi glanced at the other members and nodded, signaling them to strike a chord, and they began with one familiar and uplifting-

BLIND GAME AGAIN kanari KIRE teru DOLL
Itsumademo kowaranai yoru o buchi kowase

Zawameku kaze ni meguru LAITO ga
Oto wo tatete kioku to hazu kitto shiranu hazu mo nai yuuwaku
Kokoro wo midasu kimi no BESSU ja nanimo nokosezu yoru ga akeru
Mada mienu shuuchaku wa genkaku

DON'T LET ME DOWN itsumo kobiteru dake
CRY FOR THE SUN nanimo mieyashinai
Jibun no naka de dare ga sakebu?

BLIND GAME AGAIN kanari KIME teru DOLL
Todokanai yume naraisso nugi sutero
DRASTIC GAME A GAME kanari KIRE teru DOLL
Itsumade mo kawaranai yoru o buchi kowase

Nagareru namida habikoru uso ni jibun o somete yume o nogasu
Sora nimau hai rio no jounetsu

DON'T LET ME DOWN kitto kitzuke kyashinai
CRY FOR THE SUN kimi to koware taize
Subete o moyasu toki o tomero

BLIND GAME AGAIN shiketa hitmoi no DOLL
Imi mo naku namida nagashita yoru ga akeru

DRASTIC GAME A GAME tameiki dake no DOLL
Doko made mo kawaranai yoru o buchi kowase

BLIND GAME AGAIN kanari KIME teru DOLL
Todokanai yume naraisso nugi sutero
DRASTIC GAME A GAME kanari KIRE teru DOLL
Itsumade mo kawaranai yoru o buchi kowase

(BLIND GAME AGAIN)
(DRASTIC GAME A GAME)
(BLIND GAME AGAIN)

"Drastic game a game," Shuichi crooned softly, bowing his head at the end of the music while lifting his hands into the air, the microphone wobbling without his steady hold. A swarm of bodies surged forward, trying to climb over the barrier of the restraining obstacles and platform to reach him, and Shuichi stepped back as Hiro moved towards him, a discussion already taking place.

"What next?" Hiro asked, imperceptibly wiping a tickle of sweat from Shuichi's cheek. He was panting a little, but he looked as though he could last forever; he was so excited.

"The new one," Shuichi replied, tugging on his hand to drag the guitarist with him. "We've got to do the new one!"

"Demo...it isn't finished yet," he hissed, using his hand as a visor to block out the blinding light. "We haven't even practiced-"

"It'll be fun! Come on, Hiro!!" he pleaded, glancing at Suguru momentarily who was giving him a curious look- before staring at Hiro with large, pleading eyes. "Onegai? Onegai, Hiro-kun?" Sighing, knowing that he had lost the battle, Hiro tossed a glimpse towards their synthesizer.

"The newer one," he mouthed decadently while adjusting the length of the strap slung around his neck. "You owe me!" Shuichi grinned up at him and grabbed the microphone.

"We've decided to surprise you," he called out, earning a round of cheers from the audience. "My best friend Hiro is going to sing with me!!" The sound immediately died away, the ricocheting sound of crickets chirping filling the stadium, and Hiro shook his head sadly, giving Suguru the signal to start. The keyboard music was slow, imitating that of a soft drum and symbols, and Hiro wrapped his fingers over Shuichi's, pulling both the mic and the youth towards him.

"Oh.smashing blue.oh..." He paused momentarily, staring at his friend for encouragement, and Shuichi smiled. "Oh...smashing blue...oh..." The pink-haired vocalist leaned in closer.

Kawaita tsumori am ga tsuzunaku katari kakeru
(Namida wa seijaku ni samayou yoru ga akeru)

The music faded into a deeper rhythm, Hiro's guitar playing mixing with the synthesizer, and Shuichi closed his eyes, trying to remember the exact words. Hiro had been right, like he always was.

They hadn't practiced enough.

KARADA o tsutau ame ni furueru awai omoi

(guren no yuuwaku ni samayou yoru ga akeru)

Hiro and Shuichi lifted their voices together, blending them perfectly to sound as one.

Mabushii kiseki o irodoru SMASHING BLUE
Hajimaru MAKE ME TRUE kieyuku tsuki wa SILENT
Kimi no koe iranai SMASHING BLUE
Suhada ni nokoru kiramekimaru de TWILIGHT

OH! OH! SMASHING BLUE OH! OH!
OH! OH! SMASHING BLUE OH! OH!

The audience was in motion now, screaming frantically as if Hiro hadn't been there and had suddenly appeared from thin air, and Shuichi rubbed his hand tenderly across his friend's cheek, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips before continuing to sing. Hiro, with the combination of euphoria and emotion welling up, felt faint.

GLASS no shareta uso ni nanika hoshigaru MY HEART
Shien no sono yubi de wazukani sasoi kakeru

Towa ni hirogaru sekai wo SMASHING BLUE
Kioku no MAKE ME TRUE usureru kimi wa SILENT
Koware souna SPEED SMASHING BLUE
Subete o kakete kake agaru toki wa TWILIGHT

OH! OH! SMASHING BLUE OH! OH!
OH! OH! SMASHING BLUE OH! OH!

During the instrumental break, where Suguru and Hiro matched the tempo of the beat with a faster rhythm, the guitarist noticed a strange disturbance in the crowd, near the front of the center row. Shuichi took the microphone, unaware of the yet-to-be explained problem.

DRAMA shitate no FAKE IT MOON
Kodoku o seou STORY TALE
Sameta hitomi de MAKE IT-

There was a sharp scream and a rapid click, something that sounded vaguely like a ripple of thunder spilling onto the earth, and Hiro used the leverage of his shoulder to shove Shuichi down, his mind going blank as unexpected pain shot through his chest. He couldn't breathe and everything was beginning to blur.

Shuichi blinked at the sudden impact, shaking his head to clear his vision, and a gasp worked its way into his throat as he stared down at the floor. Everything was red Hiro was red, the light was red, the black paint of the stage was red- and the vocalist cried out in terror upon watching his best friend lift his hand up to stare at the dark crimson liquid dribbling down his fingertips before slumping lifeless to the ground. He crawled blindly to him, unaware that the audience was swarming for the exits, and when he reached his side, he was too scared to touch him.

"Oh, kami-sama.oh, kami-sama," he whispered in a cracking voice, the blood for that was what it was- welling over Hiro's clothes, staining his blue shirt violet and streaming over the splintered guitar neck. "Hiro...Hiro...oh, kami-sama.what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do? What?! What?!" Shuichi was mumbling incoherently, afraid to see the faded look in his companion's usually teasing cobalt-colored eyes, and he could feel the tears running helplessly down his face.

"Shu.Shuichi...urasai..." Hiro spoke weakly, his entire visage relaxed as if he was floating in a celestial pool of peace. "U-urasai..."

"HIRO! What am I supposed to do?! What-" He felt a presence beside him and looked to find Ryuichi kneeling down next to him, his countenance somber, with Suguru and K right behind him, the tall blonde-haired American sporting his sniper rifle as he glanced around cautiously. Sakano, meanwhile, had passed out backstage.

"Daijoubu-ka, Shuichi," Ryuichi promised quietly, his usually wide eyes narrowed considerably. "Daijoubu-ka.." Shuichi bit his lip deeply as a fresh wave of crying overtook him.

"Sakuma-san-" The lithe singer flung himself into the older man's arms, clinging tightly and sobbing unabashedly, and Ryuichi hugged him back, gazing out over his shoulder to watch a shadowed figure disappear, the glint of a gun evident, as the sound of sirens flooded the arena.

TBC-

A/N: Am I dead yet? Do you want to bury me and pretend I never existed? I admit, it was strange, but I will promise one thing that will put all your hearts at ease: my dear, beloved Hiro does NOT die! He's too key to the plot of the story to kick the bucket. Plus, I don't want evil flames sentencing me to a lifetime of servitude in Hell for murdering a much-liked character, although everyone can still do that if they want to. It sounds enticing, but I'd rather pass the offer. O.o Anyway, the definite weird pairing I have repeatedly warned about is coming up in the next chapter, and I bet no one can guess what it's going to be. Hehe, kudos to those that can. :p

Anyway, responses:

Joan Mistress of Magic: You hit the nail on the head! I AM a baka! How nice of you to notice! Hehe.you wanna know what Yuki is gonna do to Aizawa?? Just wait and read. Just wait and read. ^_^

Punky girl: *bows* Thanks! I'm glad you liked it. Eh..please, put the brass knuckles away. My body is already broken from the infinite Kumagoro beams pummeling my poor, defenseless self. O.O

Princess of Mirrors: A soft side to Yuki that not even Tatsuha's ever seen before? *thinks* You may be right, but I do love the relationship they have in the manga. So kawaii!! Oh, and more Tatsuha/Ryuichi? You're a big fan of the pairing, ne? Well, I can promise some things, but you have to live through all the weirdness first. Hope it doesn't scare you away! And, sorry about the undistinguishable flashback thing...stupid computer. It's junk! ^_~

Black Dios: OMG! Red Moon! Put that flamethrower away or...or no more updates! :p Tehe, I can be evil! Don't be hurting Dios! Need as many reviewers who are willing to read this as possible. -_-

StarryEyedChick: *gasp* I'm glad you like odd pairings. Let me tell you, the one that is revolving around the existence of this fic, somewhat, is quite BIZARRE. I don't even know where it came from. O.o I hope it lives up to your odd pairings expectations. Oh, and what about the Hiro/Shu stuff? Nice, yes? Can someone say lemon later on? LOL.

BrokenAngelYue: You? A fanfiction sadist? *glomp* COOL! I love sadistic people because I'm one, too. ^_^ Oh, and don't worry. You're about to find a whole lotta Ryuichi in the next few chapters, maybe the rest of the fic. He has issues, and I want to address them. *huggles Ryuichi* He's so SWEET!

ShadowWarriorJessica: Glad there aren't anymore Kumagoro beams chasing me, LOL. Oh, and Shuichi...well, things are just getting worse for him, aren't they? I can be so cruel to those that I like .

Mirai Aria: O.O Oh.my...gawd! You...actually read my fic?! *gasp* And.said it didn't put yours to shame?? You flatter me TOO much. That's not true! Yours is an excellent work of writing. So awesome. *heart eyes* Anyway, no, you aren't weird, because I think, for some perverse reason, that Hiro does have 'those' feelings for Shuichi; he just doesn't want to admit it for fear of losing his friendship, something I believe he values very highly. Oh, and Tachi? Gotta love the evil bastard! He's one of my favorites. Besides, how can I be mean to him, anyway? He's a little messed up, I admit, but who isn't? And, who says he doesn't have a plan? Er, well, to be honest, it isn't a plan...he just loses his mind. I'm so mean. LOL. Thanks for reviewing! You're so awesome! (And, there's no way I'm even in the slightest better than you!)

Anna Sartin: *glomp* Don't fall off your seat trying to jump into the story! That wouldn't be good! Then, how could you review? ^O^ Hehe, here's your peace, but it's probably not very restful, is it? I'm sorry. Stay tuned for more!

Anyone else that reviewed after I updated: Thanks so much! Everyone is just so great!!

Oh, and last but certainly not least, a BIG thanks goes out to my beloved beta reader, Pato San, who has sweet talked her way into my heart as a great friend and wonderful person! :p *builds shrine to Pato San* Now, I command all of you to worship her story, War of Hearts, and if you don't...may all the Gravitation Gods (and Goddesses) strike your ungrateful bodies with Kumagoro beams. And, yes, they do hurt. O.o

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