Disclaimer---Gah, these things are SO boring. -sigh- I don't own any of this, if u wanna sue, I have a nice collection of TY beanie babies....that's about all u'll have. But if u take them, I'll cry, I swear it! ;.;
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The incescent noise jarred the older man from his dreams, an oddly pleasant one at that. He was not a morning person and whoever was on the other line would regret not giving up in the first fifteen minutes (he'd let it ring that long). He knew only one person who would refuse give up, but Yuki knew for a fact that it was not Shuichi on the other end. So who else could have the gaul to call this early, and why was that d-mn phone ringing anyway, he practically tore the cord out of the wall the day before last and demanded that it stay that way. The figure beside him rolled over and slipped just as quickly back into slumber, Yuki watched him for a minute, bound like a cucoon in the blankets, a rather cute-
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That's right, the phone was still ringing. Yuki rolled out of bed, lit a cigarette, and somehow managed to just about glide to the phone still in his half-asleep state. He finally decided to end the torture of his ears and answer with a rather blunt, "What?"
"My apologies for disturbing you so early Eiri, but is Shuichi there?"
Smoke fizzled from Yuki's ears and he glared at nothing in particular, only Seguchi. "No."
Click
Yuki took another drag from his cigarette and was about halfway to his bed when the phone rang once more. He'd leave it, but Tohma would not give up, the man wanted something and would not quit until he got an answer. Picking it up, Yuki was not given a chance to say anything.
"Eiri, as much respect as I have for you, don't make me pester you. This is rather important."
"Shuichi does have his own cell phone." Yuki fought a yawn.
"And it's turned off. I wouldn't bother until Shuichi was at work but as I've said, this is important and I need his input now."
"Doesn't he have a producer and manager for that?"
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"Wake up brat!" Shuichi blinked in confusion, his body was shaking, rocking back and forth rather violently, but as far as he knew, he was not moving himself. It kind of hurt but was mostly just uncomfortable, he tried to make himself stop, but his body refused. Suddenly, something colided rather painfully with his forehead, now THAT hurt!
Yuki raised an annoyed eyebrow at the lump of a person when his shaking had failed to rouse the young singer, so he simply dropped the telephone on him. "It's for you and it woke me up." That said, he began to rumage through his closets, searching for a shirt to put on.
"Oww Yuki! You didn't have to drop it on me! S'not my fault!"
A simple "Whatever" was his only response, Yuki decided not to remind Shuichi that it was HE who moved himself into Yuki's apartment, thus it actually was his fault.
"Who is it?" A slammed door was his response this time as Yuki promptly left the room. "Hello?" He yawned into the phone.
"Ah, Shindou-san finally-"
Shuichi almost dropped the phone, he must have done something very wrong for Tohma Seguchi to be calling this early! "Ah, uh, S-Seguchi-san . . ."
"No need to be nervous," Tohma's voice seemed deceptively sweet, "There is something you should know before you come to the studio today-"
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Yuki stepped out of the bathroom scrubbing his hair with a towel before draping it around his shoulders. He raised a delicate blonde eyebrow as Shuichi stumbled out of the bedroom, trying to put on a pair of pants and walk at the same time. All he succeeded in doing was trip himself and land with a loud thump on his face the ground. Shuichi seemed not to notice his lover as he quite literally jumped to his feet, buttoning his pants and sprinted to the kitchen.
Yuki decided he would follow and figure out what had gotten Shu so excited. From what he knew of the vocalist, only two things could get him moving this fast so early, Ryuichi and he, Yuki, himself. Since Yuki was here, he guessed it must have been the later. "Ryuichi waiting to shove that pink rabbit down your throat again?" Yuki stepped into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee around Shuichi who was running hands through his hair trying to straighten it without brushing it, waiting for his toast to pop up.
"Nope," Shuichi caught the toast when it popped up and buttered it with light speed and shoved it in his mouth, "but Seguchi-san said someone important wanted to meet me right now." Shuichi ducked under Yuki's arms and rushed into the living room producing socks from thin air and tugging them on. "He told me to drop everything and hurry over, I figured since I wasn't doing anything important . . . " He rushed back into the kitchen to plant a kiss on Yuki before running out the door calling "Be home later!" over his shoulder.
Yuki shrugged, set his coffee cup down on the counter, put his cigarette out, unplugged the phone and proceeded to his room and better yet, his bed.
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"The song has tremendous potential, as do you, but you are correct, it seems as if something is missing. Hopefully I'll be able to remedy that, but you must understand that this is his choice. If he refuses, I will not pursue the matter." Tohma laced his fingers together and rested his chin atop them, smiling sweetly at the two girls in front of him. The pair's behavior reminded him of the pink-haired singer and his best friend; the one named Shara stood with her feet firmly planted and her dark eyes determined but not overly so that it was stubborn. She nodded dutifully and her straight black hair swayed slightly, falling out from behind her shoulderblades. She was simply dressed in a sky-blue sleevless top strapped over the left shoulder with a sleeve hanging from the same arm, a pair of dark denim jeans, and a pair of ADIDAS sneakers. Her sister, however, was quivering, biting so hard on her bottom lip it was bound to start bleeding soon. The woman's dark green eyes glittered with unshed tears of anticipation and excitement. Her dark hair was tied up in a bun with random bits of hair sticking out everywhere and a braid trailing like a mouse-tail from behind her left ear. Tohma inwardly smirked when he noticed her attire, a bright pink shirt with the words BAD LUCK silouetted in the middle, a pair of light, almost white, denim jeans with embroidered flames coming from the bottom cuffs to about the knees. Her platformed shoes exposed her toenails painted a bright pink. Kiba that one was called, she held so tight to her sister's right arm it must have lost circulation a long time ago, but Shara showed no signs of discomfort whatsoever, must be used to it. Well, at least they looked the part of pop singers.
Kiba nodded emphatically and jumped a few feet in the air when one of Tohma's secretaries knocked on the door and poked her head in the room. "Mister Seguchi, Shindou Shuichi is here to see you." The secretary looked curiously at Kiba when the girl squeeked and gripped tighter to her sisters arm. Tohma thought he heard something pop and he winced inwardly, outwardly, he smiled and waved his hand, "Show him in please."
Shuichi poked his head in and laughed nervously before pulling the rest of himself in, "You wanted to see me?" Tohma nodded and Shuici approached his desk, seeming to just have noticed the two women standing there watching him. The one with her hair down was looking disbelievingly at him and the other, well, the other looked about to faint or explode, maybe both. He smiled nervously and the queasy girl gasped and bowed, letting go of the other's arm. Red marks appeared on that girl's arm but she smiled brilliantly.
"It's an honor to meet you Shindou-sama!" Shuichi gaped.
"Wh-who are they?" Shuichi was incredibly confused, he'd certainly never seen them before, who was this very important person?
Tohma was rather entertained watching this. It was about time Shuichi knew what it was like. Perhaps when this was over, he'd rethink how he approached his idols. "They, Shuichi, are who I want you to meet."
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"THEY HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!" Shuichi stormed into the studio, practically breaking the door down.
"What's up man?" Hiroshi was tuning his guitar, talking around the pick in his mouth, unfazed by the explosion where Sakano nearly had a heartattack and was on the ground with Suguru trying to revive him.
Shuichi slumped down on the couch beside his best friend and scowled, which could double as a pout, "Seguchi-san wants me to sing a duet with some new band that came out under a different lable or something like that."
"So what's so wrong with that? We'll just have to play with another singer -"
"That's just it," Shuichi rested his leg on the couch and leaned against Hiro, "It's with HER band."
"Her-" Hiro practically bristled, the pick falling to the ground ignored.
"-band?" Suguru perked his head up and Sakano stood dusting himself off, seemingly alright.
Hiro grasped Shuichi's collar and started shaking him rather violently while yelling in his ear, "You can't sing with another band, it's just been us! We don't know what they sound like, they could be all wrong for your voice. We've got our own singles to work out, don't you go AWOL on us man!"
"Isn't it my job to freak out?" Shuichi mumbled, prying Hiro's hands from his shirt.
"K's got a gun pointed at your head," Hiro returned just as flatly gesturing over Shuichi's shoulder.
"Actually it was originally aimed for you. I'd thank you not to kill my lead singer before we get this straightened out. And Shuichi, I want you to listen to this girl's lyrics before you trash it. Something like this could bring quite the publicity."
Shuichi groaned, like he'd have any choice in this manner. Not and stay alive. He nodded dejectedly.
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A/N: Tada, here's the next chapter. So here's something I've gota explain, Kiba and Shara have a band (I don't have a name for them, any suggestions?) under a lable that's not very big by a long shot and NG has just taken an interest in them. Hiro's not sexist against girls or this band, he's just kinda protective of his band I guess, doesn't want Shu to switch or anything like that. It was kinda outta character but I'm just going with his freak-out reaction in the first manga, member that? -doesn't watch anime, reads the mangas- The song I'm not releasing yet, that'll come later and this 'favor' that was mentioned last chapter will also come to light later on.
Just for reference, I have no idea where this fic is going. I know what I want to happen up to a certain chapter and then it'll just kinda go from there...but that won't happen until later.
And there will be Shuichi/Eiri angst and all that in here for all that love it. Their relationship will play a role in this fic.
Please don't ask where I got this demented idea from, 'cause even I don't know that one. It was just one night, this song popped into my head, then I pictured someone singing it, then I pictured Shuichi singing it with that someone. I know all the parts he'll sing and everything....this is what happens when your brain starts working at four in the morning. -.-;
And I've also found that when you're writing something, you will find ANYTHING to distract you. Don't ever believe someone when they say they just 'need inspiration' they're not. They're trying to find something to distract them so they don't have to write. I washed my laundry so I wouldn't have to write a chapter, why? I have no idea. I sit here and look around, drink soda, anything to get my mind off of it. Guess it's a psycological thing.
Anyway, my popcorn chicken is gone and this chapter's done, so I'm out! -super-fast wave- Next chapter will be out soon! Kumagoro promises!!!!!!
TTFN