I forgot to say something about my descriptions of Shuichi and Hiroshi. In my story Shu has black hair cos I believe that in the comic he's meant to have black hair. I only watched a coupla of anime episode. And as for Hiro....erm...well, i do llike him with red hair more. (It's more sexy) but i worte brunette in here and I CAN'T FIND THE WORD RO CHANGE IT!! so pls excuse the mistake.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation and its characters.
Nakano Hiroshi set down his headphones, disappointed once again during the past three days. He looked up past the thick plastic window that looked into the other room where a black-haired boy stood, head hung low, from either his own disappointment or plain fatigue, Hiroshi didn't know. Beside him, Suguru let out a sigh. He, too, could tell that something was wrong. But he wasn't as patient as Hiro was with his long time friend and their band-mate. Hiro looked around the room. The recording crew was tired and impatient, having already done this for the umpteenth time with no progress. Sakano was already mumbling incoherently with his head on his arms upon the table, distressed beyond hope. K looked like he was about to pull the gun Hiro had saw him polishing in the break room just now. He realized that in order to save all of them, and Shuichi of course, Hiro had to do something about his friend. He held down a button and reach over to speak into a small mike in front of one of the crew. "Shuichi, can you step outside for a moment, please."
Inside the box, Shuichi looked up at him for a moment as if at a loss. Then he slowly nodded his head in confirmation and pulled the headphones which looked like the were too big for his head off and set them down on the music stand in front of him where his scores were. He joined Hiroshi in the hallway outside of the studio as his best friend closed the door behind them to give them some privacy. The corridor, however, wasn't a good place to talk. People walked around, passing by them, each caught up in their own rush. That was the way things were in a production company. Everybody was always busy. Everybody had something to do somewhere else.
Hiro grabbed the still-at-a-lost Shuichi by the arm and dragged him towards the break room closest to their recording studio. He was quite sure no one was there just now. They were all supposed to be working. It was only an hour after lunch, after all. Sure enough, when they reached the room with peach-coloured walls, they found themselves alone.
Turning to Shuichi, Hiroshi wasted no time in getting straight to the point. "Okay, spit it out." he commanded. It took a couple of moments for Shuichi to look up blankly at his best friend and then say a "Huh?"
Okay. Breathe, Nakano. Breathe.
"I said, what's up with you?" he continued, pulling a chair out from one of the tables, opting to sit down before he got too agitated. "You've been this way for three days already. Haven't you and he made up?"
Another "Huh?"
Boy, was Shuichi testing his patience today.
"Yuki Eiri. Did he throw you out again?" Hiro let some concern seep into his voice. If that bastard of a Yuki made Shu cry agai.....
"Yuki! Yuki?! Huh? Where?!" Shu burst out. Now Hiro was getting worried. It was not that Shuichi was suddenly so loud after his three-day slump of being almost deathly silent that startled him. It was the fact that Shu usually said that line with great lovey-dovy eyes and ultra high-pitched voice, even after the bastard dumped him, hoping that Yuki had come to see him and make-up. Yeah. That was the 'usual'. Now was not. Shu had gone ultra high-pitched, as expected. What Hiro, his long-time buddy didn't expect was that Shuichi was actually looking scared. Panicked. Eyes not lovey-dovey but wide and fearful. Hiro had to stand up and try and stop Shuichi from hyperventilating and make him sit down.
What did the bastard do?
Hiro was cut off from his thoughts a second time as Shuichi started to cry. Cry helplessly. Like all hope was gone in the world, bent down over his knees with his hands holding his head and fingers pulling at his black locks. He was crying hard. Boy, this was bad. Hiro was so shocked all he could do for a whole minute was stand there and stare, arms drooping at his sides helplessly as he watched his friend cry. Then he kneeled down in front of Shuichi and proceeded to comfort him with soothing words and light pats to on the head, pushing back those stray strands of hair from his friend's purple eyes, now filled with overflowing tears.
It was some time before Shuichi managed to calm his bone-racking sobs into quiet ones and throw himself into Hiro's open arms for the much needed comfort. Holding the small frame of his friend tightly, Hiro contemplating on how to go about the fragile situation when Shuichi eased that worry with a quiet, "What am I going to do, Hiro?" He then proceeded to tell him what had happened just a few days ago. It seems that Shuichi was quite confused and messed up. But what shocked Hiro more was that Seguchi had actually said that. Wow. I mean, sure he knew Shuichi was captivating, but not to that extend. Guess he just never saw him that way before, being his best friend and all. But now that he thought about it, Shuichi was waaayy popular with girls and guys looking for a lover. But...whoa...Seguchi. The second bastard Seguchi....
And First Bastard (Yuki) was jealous too. Just because Shuichi had said he wanted to come to work because they had to record their next two songs by mid-week next week and risk getting seen by Seguchi. But since Yuki hadn't thrown him out of the house yet, it was quite obvious that he knew that this time he may not be the first one Shu may be running back to. Well, at least this predicament had some good come out of it. But that didn't solve the rest of it.
"Shu," Hiro said, pushing the boy in front of him away a little to look him in his big helpless eyes. "You don't have to come to work if you don't want to. I'm sure the rest would understand. Don't push yourself, okay?"
He looked down at his lap and started fiddling with the hem of my shirt. He hadn't told everything and he was begging his trusted best friend to read his mind before he had to say it out. Hiro had learnt the body language of the hyperactive kid a long time ago. It was a wonder why he had to. He talked so much anyways. Usually, Hiro wouldn't even need to guess to know what was in Shuichi's mind. But that again was the 'usual'. Hiro wondered when his days would be normal again. He had not a clue to what was still bothering Shuichi. He had already given him permission not to come and his assurance that he would cover for him if K or Suguru made a fuss. So?
"Ah, Shindou-san. There you are." Shuichi shoulders tensed under Hiro hands and the brunette unconsciously did the same. Damn.
Shuichi turned his head very slowly towards the owner of the voice who was standing in the doorway, with his usual grace and poise which made the two younger boys on the floor feel like they were half-plucked chickens.
Smiling, Seguchi said, "Shindou-san, may I speak with you in my office for a while?" Shuichi shivered slightly. Fear?
Then Seguchi's gaze left Shindou to glance at the hand resting on his shoulder and the way-too-intimate may the dark-haired boy was casually sitting on the other's lap. Now it was Hiroshi's turned to quiver under the intense gaze directed at him and he cringed as he hurriedly pulled his hand back and pulled Shu up onto his feet again, standing up at the same time and effectively putting a small gap between him and the other boy. Hiroshi knew better than to get on the wrong side of the president. He greeted the older man with a curt nod and a formal "Seguchi-san" before turning back to Shuichi. Poor boy was ready to collapse from the looks of it.
Seguchi stepped forward and both boys cringed. That, however, didn't stop the blond musician from reaching out a hand to Shuichi, beckoning him to come and follow. Much to Hiro's surprise, Shuichi reached out his hand promptly and took the hand of the bleached-blond president and following obediently behind as he was lead out of the room and away to the highest story of the building.
Hiro stood there, shocked and surprised by his friend not the first time in the day until he realized what Shuichi was dying for him to understand. He slapped his head with his palm and let out a simple "Oh shit."
So, figured out what Nakano figured out? hehehe.... I won't tell you if you dont review....
