Author's Notes: I'm so happy that I can get these chapters out once a day!! XD XD XD

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

Dawnsama: Thank you! I really appreciate you looking out for me, I do, I do! I feel so loved! XD I was actually going to change the rating to R, like you said, but then I forgot… Thank you so much for reminding me! I was so happy when I read that! -huggles like mad-

Gravitation Revisited: Magnetism

Shindou Yuu sat comfortably on his plush, suede couch. He was leaning back, coffee in one hand, and a manuscript in the other. His eyes skimmed over the page, for quite possibly the twelfth time. He would occasionally place the thick stack of papers on his knee to reach for the pencil behind his ear in order to correct something. He wanted to make sure it was perfect before he sent it into his editor, Mizuki Kanna.

Kanna would constantly complain to Yuu that he did her job for her. Yuu countered it back with "but you still get paid, and then you don't actually have to do anything." The quibble would always end in both parties agreeing on the arrangement.

The novelist smiled softly at the memory. He hadn't seen Kanna in a while. This last book was eating up all his time. Yuu was grateful he was meeting with her tomorrow. She was a cute one.

A hard knock at the door broke Yuu from his musings. He straightened his stack of papers on his knee and then rested them on the coffee table before him. He took another gulp from his mug and then rested that, too, on the table. The knock came again, harder. Yuu rolled his eyes and stood, placing the pencil back behind his ear. He trudged to the door.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" the author called grumpily. He unlocked the bolt on the door and swung it open. Yuu froze.

Uesugi Eiri stood outside Shindou Yuu's door, jaw clenched, fists tight. His cornflower blue eyes glared holes into Yuu's head. "Rage" was too kind of a word.

Yuu was sure he could see a black aura coming from the boy.

"You…" Eiri hissed, taking a step forward.

Yuu gulped. Had he done something wrong? "Uesugi-san," he began, befuddled. "What brings you here?"

"You know damn well why I'm here!!" the blonde boy growled, stepping into the luxurious apartment. Yuu was forced to take a step back.

"Honestly, I don't," he offered as kindly as possible. "Please, come in." Yuu gestured the boy inside, who complied. The older man closed the door. "Um, how did you find out where I live?"

Eiri shot Yuu an icy glare as he took off his shoes. "You told me you live in Tokyo, so I looked in the phone book for all the 'Shindou' surnames here."

Yuu could have sworn his eye ticked. You're kidding, right?

"None of them were 'Shindou Yuu', so I just went to all them in Tokyo." Eiri took another step into the apartment. Yuu was frozen in place. "There were seven of them. I didn't think it was such a popular name." The blonde was beginning to calm down. He looked around the living room. "Luckily I found you by the fifth try."

Yuu found himself able to move again. He arched an eyebrow. "I'm not in the phonebook."

Eiri turned to glare at the older man again. "I realized that," he replied grudgingly. "But I found your sister's apartment."

Yuu coughed from surprise, choking on his own saliva. He calmed after just a second and stumbled to his coffee mug.

My own sister rated me out?! he cried mentally. No… I guess that does make sense…

Shindou Maiko, Yuu's little sister, was quite the handful at times. She was mature in other's eyes, even in her boyfriend's, but not in Yuu's. In fact, they were both terribly childish when it came to one another.

Eiri flopped down on the tan, suede couch. "She didn't want to give me the address at first…" Yuu's ears perked. "Then I told her I had a vendetta against you, and she got this wicked smile."

Yuu sighed. "That sounds like her." The novelist pulled the pencil out from behind his ear and placed it on the table. "So, what's this vendetta? Did I do something wrong?"

"Are you kidding me?!" Eiri cried, restraining himself from jumping up. "You promised you'd come to my concert!!"

Yuu sat down on the coffee table, sipping from his mug. The coffee was going cold. "So…?" he drawled curiously.

Eiri's eyes narrowed into slits. "'So…?'" he hissed. "SO, you never showed up!!"

Yuu just stared at the younger man before him for a moment, eyebrows raised. He blinked a few times.

"Yes I did…" the raven-haired man countered slowly.

Eiri stiffened. "You did?" he queried lowly.

Yuu nodded. "Yeah, I was there."

The vocalist gulped. "Seriously?"

"Seriously," the shorter man repeated, a silly smirk on his face. "You thought I wouldn't come?"

Eiri scoffed and crossed his arms. "Well I didn't see you there, Mr. Smartass."

Yuu chuckled. "I was in the back by the bar they had."

Fake blue eyes narrowed again. "By the bar? I didn't see you by the bar."

"I waved."

Eiri nearly face-faulted. "No you didn't!!" he retorted loudly, gripping the arm of the couch.

"Yes, I did." Yuu looked oddly calm. "You just probably didn't recognize me. I was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses."

The blonde frowned. "Why would you be wearing sunglasses in a club?" he asked, exhausted.

"I didn't want to be recognized." Yuu got up to get more coffee. "Despite what you may think, I'm relatively famous."

The singer scoffed. "I've never heard of a 'Shindou Yuu.'"

"That's because my penname is 'Shuu Yuu'," the older man replied good-naturedly.

Eiri had heard that name before. Shuu Yuu was a famous romance/mystery author. His books were laced with drugs, sex, murder, and betrayal. Eiri frowned. This wasn't how he had imagined the author to look like.

Yuu stepped into the kitchen and poured himself more coffee. "Shindou's my real surname," he called out from the other room.

Eiri sighed and ran his fingers along the suede couch. He made designs in the fabric. He hated suede. The way it felt under his fingertips made them tingle. Plus, he hated the way that it always looked sloppy. The second you rested your hand on it, it would change shades. He hated that.

Yuu sauntered back in from the kitchen holding up an extra mug. "I made you some coffee."

Eiri smiled widely, taking it. "Thanks," He sipped at it thoughtfully and blinked. "How'd you know how I like it?"

Yuu grinned and sat back on the coffee table. "You seemed like the type how would want three sugars and no milk."

The taller man flushed. "I'm not sure whether to be insulted or not."

"There's nothing to be insulted about," Yuu added, drinking.

A moment of silence passed between the two men. The only sounds in the room were the sipping of their drinks, the ticking of the clock on the wall, and the faint sound of traffic outside the window. They stayed that way for a few minutes. Eventually Yuu's mug clinked as he rested it on the table. He shuffled through his pockets and pulled out a lighter and pack of cigarettes.

Eiri raised a brow. Yuu noted the gesture. "Want one?" the novelist asked, placing a cigarette in his mouth. "Oh, wait, you're only seventeen." He laughed shortly around the stick at Eiri's wrinkled nose.

"I'm not some kid, you know," the teen retorted.

"But you are underage," Yuu finished. He lit the cigarette and inhaled. He placed the lighter back in his pocket, along with the pack.

"So…"

Yuu exhaled. "'So?'"

"The, um," the singer began nervously, "the lyrics…"

"Oh." Yuu pulled his cigarette from his lips and tapped it in the ash tray. Eiri noticed that the tray was practically clean.

He must not smoke a lot, the younger man figured.

"They were much better," the author stated matter-of-factly. Eiri perked. "I liked them more."

"Really?!" Eiri leaned forward, clinging to his mug. "You really liked them?!"

Yuu blinked. "I liked them more," he repeated. "Though, I still stand by my first critique that you should be in love before you write about love."

Eiri didn't bother countering Yuu this time. He had come to terms with it.

I… I don't love Tohma… he sighed mentally.

"I know," Eiri replied sadly. "I… I thought I loved someone… but… then you said all of that… and…"

"You sure change moods fast," Yuu noted on an inhale of his cigarette. Eiri blushed. "Did I screw up your love life?"

"It's not a love life if there's no love."

Yuu exhaled. "Did I screw up your sex life, then?"

Eiri bristled. "Hey!" The dark-haired man laughed. "Stay out of my sex life, okay?!"

Yuu nodded. "Okay, okay." He took a sip of coffee in between smoking. "Sorry if I did, though."

"Yeah, well…" Eiri drank some more. "I guess it's better I find out now then never."

"Did you break it to her?"

The blonde stiffened at the pronoun. "Uh… no, not really. Not yet."

"You should do that, then." Yuu shifted on the table, moving over his manuscript. "But, about the lyrics…"

Eiri found himself smiling. "What did you like about them?"

Yuu couldn't help but smile with the energetic boy. "I liked how you started naming all the things you love about that strange girl." He smoked. "And then how there was the musical interlude, as if time had passed in the relationship, and all of a sudden you hated her."

The vocalist slumped. He likes it because I changed the lyrics midstream?

Yuu caught the crest-fallen expression. "What?"

Eiri shook his blonde head. "No, it's just…" He heaved a long sigh. "I changed it to 'hate' right then. The lyrics weren't actually like that… it was… artistic license, really."

Yuu smirked. "Oh, yeah?" He finished off his cigarette and put it out. "That's some good improvisation, especially on the band's part for keeping up with you."

The lyricist placed his mug on the table, unable to stomach the drink any longer. "I feel so stupid now," he admitted dejectedly.

"Why's that?"

"Because, I worked my ass off on those lyrics," the younger man continued. "I tried so hard to make them perfect. And then…" Eiri leaned back in the couch, staring at the ceiling. "I just, got so mad because I didn't see you there, so I changed the lyrics…" He gulped. "And now I feel like an idiot."

Yuu was silent. The clocked ticked away and Eiri closed his eyes in pain. Surely Yuu had realized it by now, right? Because of that comment, he surely knew that Eiri had a crush on him, right?

"Well…" The novelist broke the silence. "I'm flattered." Eiri swung his head back to the man before him. "I didn't think I had that much of an effect on you."

"Of course you did!! I—" Eiri sucked in a quick breath, catching himself in time. He clenched his fists. "I…"

Yuu was watching Eiri intensely. Those violet eyes seemed to be burning right into him. What if Yuu could read minds? Could he tell that Eiri liked him? Could he see that the teen's heart was pounding?

Eiri felt himself blush.

"I have to go."

Yuu blinked. He had been hoping for a different ending to Eiri's stuttering.

"Oh." The author placed down his mug. "Okay, I'll walk you out."

The blonde stood stiffly and walked over to his shoes. "Thank you for coming last night." Eiri knelt down to get his sandals back on. "Sorry for barging in here like this and everything."

"It's fine." Yuu stuffed his hands in his pockets. He seemed awkward. "I hope I helped."

"You did." Eiri stood. He looked all over the place, eyes skittering around nervously. He couldn't make eye contact. "I'll, um, see you, I guess."

Yuu nodded. The teen turned and opened the door.

"Bye," Yuu paused, "Eiri-san."

The door closed behind the singer.

It was no "Eiri-chan"…

But it sent shivers down his spine.

Author's Notes: You were right Kage Miko! Hehehe. I laughed when I read your review, hehe. I hope you enjoyed it, all of you.

Poor Tohma.