Disclaimer: Let me put it this way... if I were responsible for creating Gravitation or any of it's characters, the rating would be higher, Shuichi would not be in it very much let alone the star, and the series would have a hell of a lot more Tatsuha, Tachi, Ryuichi, and a hot american drummer named Trent. That is all.

Notes: Sorry another short one....

Tatsuha couldn't help but grin as he pulled on his helmet. He normally didn't like to wear it, but the source of his smile had been so insistent. The monk still couldn't believe it had actually happened, he had said yes. Sakuma Ryuichi had agreed to be his, Uesugi Tatsuha's boyfriend. He had been lying about it for years, saying that Ryuichi was his, but then it happened. He got the singer to be his boyfriend, it was just beyond amazing. Still, he slightly resented the helmet.

He back at the singer waving him goodbye, Tatsuha had just dropped him off at the NG building for a practice of some sort. Ryuichi had invited him to listen in, but had later had to sadly retract the offer after a disagreement with Tohma. Damn that Tohma, he thought as he watched his singer disappear through the double glass doors, damn him to hell. Tatsuha sighed and decided that being married to his sister had to be pretty damn close.

Laughing at that last thought, he put the bike in gear and took off. He swung around the building, hoping to get to Eiri's before he had dinner. Dropping by bro's to eat was always a good time... Except that one time... The one involving the window... that was a bad time... very bad. He could still appreciate the humor that this trip would undoubtedly supply, and he could tell his brother about his boyfriend.

The smile was still on the boy's face as the car sped out just in time to hit him. He was lucky as he was only slightly thrown from the bike, flipping over the handle bars and landing on the car's hood. The whole incident took place in a matter of seconds, but the whole thing seemed to be playing in slow motion to Tatsuha.

"Oh FUCK!"

Was the last thing he heard, before the noise he knew was a combination of his bike being wrecked, him hitting something hard and metal, and some car horns. Thank you Ryuichi, thank you for making a fuss about this damn helmet, he thought before opening his eyes to see the damage. Vision was ok, he was definitely in pain, but nothing too bad. He tried moving his body before some lady started shouting not to move.

"Chill the fuck out I'm fine."

"But my car's not!" He heard a guy say, coming from the right it sounded like.

Sitting up slowly, Tatsuha turned his head in both directions, rotated his shoulders, and moved his arms legs and fingers a bit before scooting towards the edge of the hood. He was sore, and his head hurt a lot as he took the helmet off and threw it at the asshole who had hit him, but he thought he could stand.

He felt a bit dizzy at first, Tatsuha was able to keep his footing. The monk made his way over to his now useless bike.

"Aw fuck," The small crowd had nearly disappeared, and he turned to the man standing near the car. He looked more in shock than Tatsuha did.

"You." He glared at the man, "You have to drive me to Kyoto."