Author's Notes: I'm still striving for the one-update-a-day thing. I'm getting like Aja. XD

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

Gravitation Revisited: Magnetism

Tohma hated swallowing it. In fact, for something like this, "hate" was too kind of a word. Tohma loathed and abhorred swallowing it. It was bitter and salty, and just plain unpleasant. Normally he didn't even let it get in his mouth, but this time he had no real warning.

Tohma pulled back, gulping hard. He could have spit it out somewhere, but that would have been a sign of weakness. If there was anything Seguchi Tohma hated more then swallowing, it was weakness.

Eiri let out a shaky breath. "Sorry," he managed out breathlessly. Being sexually active with the keyboardist for close to a year blessed Eiri with the knowledge of knowing Tohma's dislikes. "I didn't think I was gonna blow that fast," he finished sheepishly.

"It's fine, Eiri-chan," the platinum-blonde teen replied with a smile. He was trying hard not to pucker his lips. He needed a drink. "We haven't been together in a while, so it's natural."

It was true. Eiri had been either to busy with their concert (which they would need to be onstage for in a mere twenty minutes), or Tohma was too busy tying ends together with his father's company.

(Tohma's fathered worked with the N-G record label. It was a huge music industry throughout Japan and America. The concert tonight would be swarming with different suits from N-G, thanks to papa Seguchi.)

The older teen leaned back on his haunches. He issued Eiri to get cleaned up and then stood. He smiled, though somewhat emptily.

"I'll go check on the others," he added, leaving the dressing room and closing the door behind him.

Eiri sunk down lower in his place on the floor. Tohma had come into the blonde's dressing room while he was getting changed. Tohma had a look in his eyes that Eiri couldn't possibly misread. The keyboardist's advances were unexpected, but thoroughly enjoyed.

The singer cleared his throat and stood, cleaning himself off and zipping up his pants. He hummed a little tune as he threw away a soiled tissue.

Eiri wasn't sure whether he should be grateful or confused by Tohma's sudden favor. It wasn't really the keyboardist's style to do things like that unless he was going to get something in return. Eiri frowned.

What was that for? he wondered. He took a seat in front of the mirror on the wall. Last time I talked to Tohma was yesterday when he was over my house. And, Eiri reminded himself sourly, I was really rude to him. Was he trying to make me feel better?

He leaned forward, re-applying his eyeliner. It had smudged during his previous activities. Eiri noted his cheeks were still flushed and hastily covered them with white powder.

While the other members of the band made themselves artificially tan so that they would look normal under the bright stage-lights, Eiri liked to make himself look even paler. It was another one of his trademarks.

The blonde leaned back in his chair and checked the clock on the wall. There was only ten minutes left. He swallowed hard.

Is Shindou-san here yet? he wondered nervously. Have the lyrics come along well enough to meet his standards?

Eiri began thinking again about his feelings for Tohma. Did he really love the teen or not? It was so confusing. Eiri had always thought he loved Tohma, but maybe it was just a crush? or a trial run? Maybe it was just getting him ready for a true love in his near future?

He thought of Shindou Yuu and couldn't help but blush. It was even visible beyond the make-up. Eiri shook his head and cleared his throat.

No, Shindou Yuu was just a strange acquaintance. There was nothing more to it then that.

"Yo, Eiri!" Aizawa Taki burst through the door. His naturally tanned skin looked nearly brown from the thick make-up. He was grinning. His eyes looked even droopier then normal from the eyeliner (their fans loved his eyes). "Time to go, kiddo."

Eiri took in a slow breath and stood. He always got the jitters right before stage-time.

"You ready, Taki?" the blonde asked, double checking his reflection.

Taki smirked. "I'm always ready." He led Eiri out the door. "Did you warm up?"

"A bit." The two walked to a room a few feet away. "You memorize the lyrics?"

"A bit."

The teens laughed shortly as they walked into the room that held the other members of Mys•fôr•shun. Everyone was either fixing their outfits, checking their make-up, or tuning an instrument. They turned when Taki and Eiri stepped into the door way.

Taki jerked a thumb behind him. "Time to go, ladies."

The lights were in Eiri's eyes, causing the contacts to burn. He tried not to squint, he really did, but it was nearly unbearable. He threw his head down, belting out another line to his song.

"And it wasn't that hard/ Just to figure you out!" He threw his head back up, sweat trickling down his neck. Tatsuha sang something in the background (thankfully his throat had recovered). "And now I know who you are/ It wasn't that hard/ Just to figure you out!" Eiri repeated, making love to the lyrics.

Taki picked up, singing the second verse. "I like the freckles on your chest." His voice was lower then Eiri's which gave the two a kind of diversity that the band thrived upon. Hiro wailed on the guitar. "I like the way you like me best/ I like the way you're not impressed/ While you put me to the test/ I like the white stains on your dress."

There was a heavy percussion beat that Tohma played on the keyboard, while Tatsuha fingered his bass, Ma slammed down on the guitar, and Ken howled with his violin.

Eiri and Taki grabbed their microphones simultaneously. They sang in harmony, letting it all loose. "And I love the way you pass the check!!" Hiro and Ma ripped away. "I love the good times that you wreck!! I love your lack of self-respect! While you're passed out on the deck!!" Eiri dropped out as Taki growled "I love my hands around your neck!"

The two continued that way, trying to ignore the flashing bright lights, the screaming fans, the hands clawing at their legs, and the incredibly heat. The one thing they didn't ignore, however, was the sheer amazement of it all.

Eiri's eyes roamed around the crowd as he sang the chorus again. It wasn't a very large club – there was enough room to hold maybe two hundred people. Eiri figured it to be an easy task to pick out Shindou Yuu.

It wasn't. Eiri couldn't find the novelist anywhere.

Did he bail on me? Did he never show up?

Something tightened in Eiri's chest.

"Give it a try," Tatsuha sang in the background. "It felt so good/ And this is it!"

Taki let out a long cry as the musicians behind him wailed on. Hiro and Ma played back to back, laughing. Tohma was smiling calmly while his fingers pounding on the keys. Ken was throwing his head around while tearing away at his violin (everyone wondered how he could do that and not drop it). The continued on for a moment while Taki riled up the crowd. Eiri just stared ahead, beyond the lights, and into the blackness that was the crowd.

He couldn't make out any of the faces.

There was sudden silence for a beat. The Taki came in lowly.

"I like your pants around your feet." The band came back in again, hushed. They stopped. "I like the dirt that's on your knees" Some more beats, and then a pause. "I like the way you still say please/ While you're looking up at me/ You're like my favorite damn disease."

Eiri was furious.

He grabbed his mic-stand and belted. "I hate the places that we go!!" The band continued, though not without passing him an odd stare. Taki gaped. "I hate the people that you know!"

Tatsuha grinned at his brother's sudden change in the lyrics. He liked it. He backed Eiri up with a small echo of "hate the people that you know".

"And I hate the way you can't say no! Too many long lines in a row!" Eiri was nearly growling. "I hate the powder on your nose!!"

Taki hastily took over again, nervous. "And now I know who you are/ It wasn't that hard/ Just to figure you out."

Tatsuha was laughing too hard to back-up sing. Taki glared.

"And now I know who you are," the oldest singer continued. "It wasn't that hard/ Just to figure you out!"

Tatsuha eventually composed himself and sang as he played. Hiro was laughing, too.

Eiri, however, didn't notice any of it. He just stared straight out into the audience, glaring.

You damn bastard.

Author's Notes: Uh-oh. Shindou has been a naughty boy. XD Wonder how Eiri will deal with it… Come back tomorrow for more!