Author's Note: I suck at this, most splendidly o.o
Chapter Two
Ask Again Later
"Mr. Shindo! Please try to concentrate! Bad Luck has a concert next week and if youdon'tpracticethenTohmawillbeupsetwithmeandI'llgetfiredagainandandand..!!" shouted the worried/anxious voice of Mr. Sakano. He went spinning around in his obvious turmoil, around and around and around..until he hit the wall face-first.
Shiuchi had his face buried in his arms. Yuki had been in a coma for a week now, and all Shiuchi could do was worry, worry, worry. He had barely spoken to anyone, went home early during practice, always showed up late, and could only sing in a hoarse whisper, if at all.
"Relax Mr. Sakano, Shuichi is obviously worried about something." said Hiro, staring at his friend.
Sakano made a weird noise and brushed some dirt of his suit, still looking worried, confused, and anxious at the same time.
"Now, what is it--"
"I'll make him sing!" interrupted K, holding Shuichi at gun point. "You need to practice! Now!" he fired a warning shot, but Shuichi didn't even look up.
Sakano screamed, flapping his arms wildly.
"Everybody calm down!" Hiro yelled, slamming his hand on the table. "Now, Shuichi, what happened this time? Did Yuki kick you out, dump you, move away? What is it?!"
"He's in..he's in.." Shuichi whispered, but then burst into tears. "Yuki's in a coma! A coma!! Coma..." he cried, looking up at everybody, then putting his head back on top of his arms, shoulders shaking with sobs.
Everybody in the room stared. They all knew without Yuki, Shuichi was pretty much worthless to the group. He seemed to be the only thing keeping him going now.
Sakano frowned. "This won't sit well with the president, I could get fired again and.." he muttered, but stopped when Hiro and K glared at him.
"Shuichi--"
Shuichi stood up and left the recording studio, rubbing at his eyes and sniffling. He headed down the street, preparing to go to the hospital, when a car -or to be more precise, a limosine- suddenly pulled up next to him. "Mr. Shindo.."
It was Tohma. He was staring sympathetically at the young boy, something rare for the president to do, as usually he just made threats with a smile on his face. He could be scary at times..
Shuichi stared. "I..I was just..." he began, preparing to turn back. He cared and was worried about Yuki, but he had worked very hard to make Bad Luck a succesful band, though now it didn't seem like it. He wasn't about to get himself fired.
Tohma opened the door. "Please, get in." he said. There was no odd smile on his face, just a look of confused remorse. Shuichi sat down in the limosine next to Tohma, and it continued rolling along.
"No doubt you are going to see Yuki.." said Tohma, breaking the few moments silence.
"Yes." said Shuichi, looking down, almost certain he was going to get fired, or worse, the whole band would get fired. But the more he thought about it, he found he didn't care. The only thing he cared about now was Yuki.
"It is good that you care so much about your friend."
Shuichi looked up at the president, he was smiling, but not the creepy 'oh-you-just-wait-till-I-fire-you' smile, but a sad, kind smile. One you would give to try and comfort a sad friend.
Shuichi smiled a little himself, glad that at least nothing would happen to the band. But it struck him as rather odd that Tohma cared so much about Yuki, too. Had they maybe been together before, or did the president have an unrequited love for the romance novelist? No one might ever know.