Since all fan fics start out this way this is how I will start mine. I do not own the rights to Gravitation, Bad Luck (although I seem to have a lot of it), or any of the characters. Heck, I don't even own a copy of Gravitation, my sister does.

"Yuki! I'm home!" the pink haired singer burst through the door.

"Shut up, you damn brat." Yuki sat at a computer smoking.

"But Yuki," Shuichi whined, "I'm free for the weekend."

"I said shut your mouth, you damn brat." Yuki was in a bad mood: he had writers block.

"But…"

Bang! Yuki pulled out a hand gun and shot Shuichi in the nose. He pitched over backward and lay of the wood floor. Blood poured out of his face. "Great, now the floor's a mess. Hmmmm," Yuki chewed the butt of his cigarette, "blood…" he began to calmly type on his keyboard.

"Oww, Yuki that hurt!" Shuichi sat up and covered his nose. "How could you shoot me!"

"You're still alive? Damn brat." he has as many lives as a cat…cat…hmm. He typed more.

"Yuki!" Shuichi attached himself to Yuki's arm. "Where did you get that gun?"

"Damn brat! Don't get blood on my shirt!" The blond man yelled, finally showing emotion. He violently shook his arm in an attempt to get the pink haired leech off of him.

"Hello! I gave him that gun! And the child-proof-bullets too!" A blond man wearing his hair in a long pony tail popped up in the doorway. He raised one hand in greetings.

"K! What are you doing here?" Shuichi look up.

"No time to talk! Another band dropped out of this weekend's competition! You have to get ready!"

"Why did they drop out?" Shuichi asked skeptically.

"Accident!" K answered cheerily.

"What kind of accident?" asked Hiro from behind K.

"Oh, nothing much. Just something to do with a man in a black ski mask and a lot of guns!" K grinned broadly.

"K!" Shuichi and Hiro yelled.

"What? Not that it matters, you get to play don't you?"

"That's not the point, Mr. K," Fujisaki pushed K and Hiro into the room.

"I don't see why not. As long as you get to perform!" K protested.

"I'm afraid I agree with K. You have to trust your manager," Tohma said from the couch, sipping hot tea. (How and when he got there we will never know)

"Mr. President! I'm not going. This is my weekend with Yuki!" Purple hearts popped into Shuichi's eyes.

"You have to, Shuichi! Remember, sparkly sparkly!" a pink bunny puppet peeked out from behind Yuki's desk.

"Kumagoro! Is Mr. Sakuma there too?" Shuichi loosened his grip on Yuki's arm. The once-white sleeve was not soaked in blood.

"Yep! And guess what! I have cherries!" Ryuichi exclaimed clutching a large jar of cherries to his chest.

"Cherries, yea!" the two kid like singers began devouring the jar. (Yes, the jar, not just the cherries, but the jar too)

"Alright, Bad Luck let's go!"

"Yuki! Cherries!"

"Why me?"

"Yuki, I know your weakness."

"Would you like some cherries too, Kumagoro?"

"I found alcohol!"

"Aieeee!" (random fan girls)

"I love you, Yuki"

"Hey bro!"

"Yuki, how long has your ear been your weakness?"

"What the hell are you all doing in my house!"

"Enough!" K pulled out a machine gun and fired a few rounds into the ceiling. There is total silence. "Bad Luck will perform this weekend!" Blood oozed down from the ceiling onto K's head. "Hmmm?" he looked up, "since when did ceilings bleed?" Everyone's jaws dropped as they all ran away. Somehow Yuki managed to pack all his things up and destroy all documents linking him to that apartment.

To this day they never found out what made the ceiling bleed. Which leaves only one real question: how does K get bullets that don't really hurt people when you shoot them?