Author's Notes: Wow, a second chapter out already, huh? Well, I'm bored, so I decided to write. I hope you all enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I think we all know that I don't own Gravitation.

Gravitation Revisited: Magnetism

Eiri let out a slow breath and leaned his head against the seat. The air conditioned car quickly dried him and cooled him to the bone. It felt wonderful.

"Thanks a lot, Shindou-san," the blonde offered lowly. His voice sounded almost dreamy.

Yuu laughed. "No problem." He turned to the boy in his passenger seat and winked at him through the glasses he now wore.

When the two men had piled into the car, Yuu reached into the pocket of his shirt and pulled out a pair of glasses. They were small and rectangular, just big enough to fit his field of vision. The frame was thick and black. Eiri commented on them, wondering if Yuu was near-sided. The man smiled and told the blonde he had pretty crappy vision all together, but only wore the glasses when he needed to.

"They look good," Eiri had commented. He then flushed and quickly turned away. Yuu had a quirky smile on his lips ever since.

"So, Uesugi-san," the older man began, eyes trained to the road. "How old are you?"

Eiri crossed his legs. "Seventeen. But I'm a third year."

Yuu's eyes flickered to the teen before him and then back to the road. "Late birthday? Or pushed a year ahead?"

Eiri nodded. "Yeah ahead - my parent's made me." He laughed shortly. Yuu noted that it was almost like a giggle. "But it's okay. I'm practically the smartest out of all my friends."

Yuu crinkled up his nose. "I'm sure that makes you mister popular," he added jokingly. Eiri grinned. "Where were you headed from?" the raven-haired man continued, not missing a beat.

Eiri frowned. "A gig in Nagoya."

Yuu's ears perked. "'A gig'?" he repeated curiously.

"Oh," the blonde sat up straighter. "I'm in a band."

Yuu seemed intrigued, even though his eyes didn't waver from the road. "That so? You any good?"

The singer laughed. "I'd like to think so. We've all be doing this for a good two years now."

"Practice makes perfect." Yuu pushed his glasses up. Eiri couldn't help but realize how good the man looked in them. "What's your role in the band?"

"Vocalist," the teen answered proudly. "And I write the lyrics."

Yuu's eyes quickly swung to Eiri, wide. "Really?" The latter nodded enthusiastically. "Can I see some?" Yuu asked, making a right turn off the highway.

Eiri tensed. "Um, s-sure…" He blushed and looked into his lap, hands fumbling into his pockets.

He found the piece of paper he was looking for. During the band's last stay at Nagoya, Eiri had come up with an idea for a new song and began to scribble some things down. He carried the paper with him on the ride home in case inspiration hit again.

Eiri handed the paper over to Yuu, who took it without looking away from the road.

"Make a left here," the blonde informed. "Then go straight for three blocks."

Yuu nodded and unfolded the paper with one hand, placing it on his knee, driving with the other. By the time the three blocks had been covered, Yuu was issued to turn right and then left again. He pressed his palm down on the paper at his knee and waited to read it until they reached their destination.

"I'm the apartment complex coming up," the vocalist continued, pointing ahead.

After a moment, the older man pulled over and stopped in front of Eiri's abode. He put the car in park and leaned back, finally addressing the paper.

The dark-haired man's eyes roved over the paper slowly and then again a bit faster. Eiri gulped. He wasn't sure why, but he felt as though this man's opinion mattered. Yuu's brow was furrowed the slightest in concentration. Eiri gripped at the cloth of his shorts.

"It's," Yuu began, handing the paper back to the other man, "okay."

Eiri blinked.

"'Okay'?"

Yuu looked uneasy. "Well, it's not the greatest, but it's all right. You're not a poet, so…"

"So it's crap?" Eiri retorted, suddenly defensive.

The driver sighed. "I didn't say that." He seemed serious. "Look, you're a musician; you don't need to be able to write, too."

Eiri set his jaw. "It's what I do! I write the lyrics and I sing them!"

"Hey." Yuu's eyes were hard. Eiri absent-mindedly noticed that the childish quality in them was gone now. "You said I could read it, so I gave you my honest opinion. If you don't agree with it, then forget about it."

"Forget about it?!" Eiri leant forward, gripping the paper in his fist. "You just indirectly said my lyrics were crap!"

"I never said that, or even hinted it!" Yuu sighed heavily and leaned back in his seat, staring ahead. "You've got… potential, but for now…"

"What would you know, anyway?"

The older man exhaled in amusement. "I'm a novelist." He smiled, but when his eyes swung to Eiri, they were dull. "I know."

The offended singer just sat there for a moment. He stared into those cold violet eyes, lips parted.

This was too much.

"Fine." Eiri hung his head, unsure of how to deal with the situation, but too ashamed to keep staring into those eyes. "You're probably right… So much for me being smart."

"Writing isn't about being smart."

The blonde picked his head back up at the gentleness of Yuu's voice. His eyes were glistening again.

"Writing is about talent and feeling. You've got the talent, and you've got the potential, but…" He drifted off.

"The feeling?" Eiri queried.

"It's not there." Yuu pushed his glasses atop his head, sending his hair in all different directions. "You're writing love songs, but you've never even been in love."

"How would you know?!" the vocalist snapped.

Yuu watched the fumbling teenager sadly. "I can tell. You're writing about something you don't know anything about. Why don't you stick with an easier topic, hmm?"

Eiri felt horrible. That's not true! he argued mentally. I am in love! I'm in love with Tohma!

The younger man sighed and shook his head. There was no use in disputing it, no matter how much he hated to lose.

But maybe… maybe he wouldn't have to lose after all…

"Wait." Eiri swung his head up. "You said you're a novelist, right?"

Yuu blinked at the sudden change in mood. "Yes," he answered unsurely.

"Okay then." Eiri was grinning from ear to ear. "I want you to come to my concert."

The older man shrunk back. "Hold on a second—"

"I'm gonna finish this song," the taller man declared. "And I'm gonna sing it at my concert on Friday. I want you to be there."

"Wait, Uesu—"

"Come." Eiri reached out and squeezed Yuu's shoulder. "Come and tell me if it's good enough when finished."

The novelist didn't move for a few seconds, and just stared quizzically at this teen before him. He blinked a few times, considering the situation.

Yuu sighed in defeat. "Okay, okay. I'll come."

Eiri pulled back his arm and giggled triumphantly. "Awesome!" he cried, finally taking off his seatbelt. He pulled a scrap piece of paper out of his pocket. "Do you have a pen?"

Hesitantly, Yuu reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a pen, handing it to Eiri. The blonde grinned in thanks and scribbled something down. He then handed both pen and paper to the author.

"That's the time and place for the concert on Friday." The teen's eyes were sparkling, even behind the colored-contacts. "I'll see you then, Shindou-san."

Before Yuu could get another word in, Eiri was out of the car and running up to the door of the apartment complex. The dark-haired man wondered exactly how the blonde went from being aggravated one second and then giddy as a school girl next.

Eiri ran in, waving behind him. He left Yuu to sit in his car, pondering.

Just what will happen if the lyrics aren't any better? What does he expect from me then?

Eiri didn't have the answer either, and only hoped that things would go smoothly. And if worse came to worse and the lyrics still sucked, well then…

A smile graced the teen's lips. At least I'll get to see him again.

Author's Notes: It's pretty short, I know. Sorry. It's going to start picking up a bit now. Similarities and differences galore, eh? XD