Disclaimer: I do not own the cast of "Gravitation." Maki Murakami-sensei owns them. pout Ah… How I wish I owned them…
AN: This is a continuation of "Anniversary Gifts." While it's not necessary to read that beforehand, it would help you understand previous events, such as why Suguru is so nervous around Shuichi… grin
Dinner With the FamilyMonday morning was full of the regular chaos that always ensued at NG Studios. Even though BAD LUCK had already finished recording their sophomore CD, the members were still expected to be in the studio bright and early.
"WAHHH! STOP SHOOTING ME!"
Hiroshi Nakano and Suguru Fujisaki pressed themselves against the wall, both nursing cups of coffee as the lead singer, Shuichi Shindou, came running into the room, closely followed by K.
Hiro noticed with detached amazement as Shuichi managed to dodge the bullets that K was shooting at him. Giving a short nod to his manager, he took another sip of coffee.
"Come on, Shuichi! It's the only way to make sure you don't make any detours in the building!" K was grinning, holstering his beloved gun.The pink haired vocalist turned around, glaring daggers at the blonde American. K just shrugged it off, falling into a chair with an easy grace.
Deciding it was safe, Hiro and Suguru took their discarded seats again. Shuichi sighed angrily, but took a seat as well.
After a few minutes of silence, Shuichi began to fidget. He didn't know why he, Hiro, and Suguru were supposed to be here so early. Deciding that it was probably better to ask than to let his imagination take hold and scare him unnecessarily, he spoke. "Why do we have to be here, K? The CD is done, and our photo shoot isn't until four…"
The blonde man just grinned. Shuichi began to feel uneasy. Whenever K smiled that much, he knew that something bad was going to happen. Automatically, his mind began conjuring scenarios of what they could possibly be here for.
Before his imagination got too serious (he was currently imagining K telling them that he was quitting and Reiji was going to be their manager permanently, as well as their costume coordinator), K broke the silence.
"Seguchi-san wants to talk to you. In fact, he should be here," the blonde paused and looked at his watch. "Now."
The door opened, and in walked Tohma Seguchi, owner of NG Studios, synth player extraordinaire, and Eiri Yuki's brother-in-law from hell.
"Ah!" Tohma exclaimed. "So nice to see you all here, and on time, I might add." Tohma smirked. He was looking directly at Shuichi as he said this, and the pink haired vocalist did not miss it.
Reigning in his temper, Shuichi pleasantly asked, "What is it you need, Seguchi-san?" There, he thought. I didn't sound like I'd rather kill him instead of sit here.
Tohma's smile grew. He knew that the boy didn't like him very much at the moment. Well, he thought, I wouldn't like me much either if I were him. "Well, Shindou-san, I have a favor to ask of you all."
Immediately, Hiro and Suguru looked at Shuichi. They both knew that Tohma and Shuichi weren't getting along, so why would Tohma ask them for a favor? More importantly, why not just go to his own band?
Hesitantly, Hiro voiced his thoughts. "Why us, Seguchi-san? Why not Nittle Grasper?"
Tohma looked at Hiro, that strange smile still on his face. "Well, Nakano-san, I figure that Shindou-san might object if Nittle Grasper were to perform this… task."
Shuichi, who was now glaring at Tohma, was getting sick of not knowing what he wanted. "What is it you want, Seguchi-san?" He noticed Hiro's look of warning, but didn't care much.
"Why, Shindou-san! Your voice sounds colder than usual. All I want is for you to record a song for me." Tohma's voice was sugar coated. Sweet and innocent. Everything Tohma Seguchi was not.
A cold ball formed in Shuichi's stomach. He had a funny feeling he knew what song it was that Tohma wanted him to record. Deciding it best to play stupid, he asked, "What song?"
Triumph shone in Tohma's eyes as he replied. "It's a song that Eiri-san wrote. I figured you'd want to record it, since it was, after all, written for you, Shindou-san."
Tohma had Shuichi trapped. If Shuichi were to record Eiri's song for him, then Eiri would get mad, but if Tohma were to record it, Eiri might think that Shuichi didn't care… Cautiously, he asked, "Does Eiri know that you're asking us to record his song?"
Tohma waved Shuichi's question away. "Of course! That was one of the stipulations of his recording it here in the first place! So, you'll record it, correct?"
Tohma's voice belied the confidence that he felt. Shuichi sighed. He'd rather die than allow Tohma to sing Eiri's song. "We'll do it."
"Splendid! You can begin recording in an hour. Until then, why don't you all relax?" With that, Tohma left.
Three pairs of eyes were focused on Shuichi as soon as the door closed. Biting his lip, the vocalist looked at his friends.
Hiro looked skeptical, as if he was sure that there was an ulterior motive. Suguru looked frantic, and K looked smug.
Silence reigned for what seemed like hours, but was really only just a few minutes. Finally, Hiro spoke. "What song, Shu?"
Smiling meekly at his best friend, he said, " Well, for our anniversary, Eiri wrote and recorded me a song… I didn't know that we were going to record it, or that Tohma had made that a stipulation… Eiri never said anything."
Suguru spoke next, an edge of hysteria in his voice. "What about the musical arrangements? What are we supposed to do about that? And do you even know the lyrics!"
K burst out laughing. "Don't worry, Fujisaki-kun. Tohma already has the arrangement ready. He'll be playing." At Shuichi's horrified look, he smiled. "I'm sure Shuichi here already knows the lyrics by heart, so relax."
The pink haired man licked his suddenly dry lips. Deciding to speak up, he said, "I know the lyrics already. That's no problem. But what is this about TOHMA playing! Why does HE have to play my Eiri's song!"
K shrugged.
Hiro, deciding that it was probably better to change the subject, racked his mind for a new topic. Suddenly, he looked at Suguru. "How was your date, Fujisaki-kun?"
Shuichi, who had been engaged in a shouting match with K (well, Shuichi was shouting while K was laughing hysterically), froze. Slowly turning his head to look at Suguru, he echoed Hiro. "Yeah, Fujisaki-kun. How was your date with my wonderful little sister?"
Suguru's eyes widened. He had been hoping to avoid this subject, content to let Shuichi and K argue until it was time to record. Noticing the narrowing of the vocalist's eyes, he stuttered, "It was f-f-fine. We h-had fun."
Shuichi smiled a creepy little smile. Suguru felt sweat began to bead on his forehead.
"Come to think of it, Fujisaki-kun," Shuichi began. "You never did call me back…"
Deciding it best to feign innocence, Suguru replied, "Oh, really? I must have forgot."
Tilting his head to the side, the lead singer said thoughtfully, "I couldn't get a hold of Maiko on Sunday, either. Do you know where she may have been?"
Suguru swallowed hard. Sweat began to leisurely trace a path down the side of his face. He knew where Maiko had been; she had been with him all day. Deciding it best not to let Shuichi know, he just shook his head.
"Hmm," was the vocalist's reply.
Wanting to divert attention from himself to something else, Suguru remembered that Hiro had a date that weekend as well. "How about your date, Nakano-san?" Suguru gave himself a mental clasp on the back. His voice had only been a little desperate.
Hiro smiled. "It was fine. Yuji showed up and ruined dinner, but things went really well after that. In fact, we went to the park on Sunday before she left."
Hiro noticed with satisfaction as Suguru's face paled. He had seen Maiko and Suguru at the park that day. Deciding to spare Suguru, for now, he continued to talk about his day with Ayaka, leaving out seeing Maiko and Suguru.
"Oh, Shu. Tatsuha said to tell you he'll see you Friday."
"What? Why?" Momentarily distracted from contemplating his sister and his band mate's relationship, he looked quizzically at Hiro.
Hiro shrugged, signifying that he had no clue what Tatsuha had been talking about. Deciding to ask Eiri about it when he got home, Shuichi shrugged it off.
He was about to ask Suguru more about his date with Maiko when K shot off a single shot. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" he shouted.
Grinning maniacally, K just said, "It's time to start recording!"
And so, the members of BAD LUCK began the circus that was their normal day at NG Studios.
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"EIRI!" a cheerful voice chirped.
Running a hand through blonde hair, Eiri Yuki stood from where he had been sitting. He knew the voice, and knew that in five seconds, a pink bundle of energy would latch itself around his waist.
Sure enough, Shuichi Shindou turned the corner and bounded into Eiri's study, glomping to the novelist's waist. Eiri looked at his watch. Hmm, he thought. Four seconds. He's getting quicker.
"Eiri! We added the song you wrote for me!" Eiri could practically see the hearts floating around his energetic lover's head.
Sighing, the blonde wrapped both arms around the vocalist's waist, silently pulling him closer (if that was possible) to Eiri's body. He could feel Shuichi relax in the embrace, and the blonde smiled.
"Did you, now?" Eiri formed a smirk on his face instead of the scowl that wanted to appear. What Eiri had thought that his brother-in-law had done out of kindness, he learned actually came with a price, and that price was having the song appear on BAD LUCK's new album as an extra track.
"Yup! And I sang it perfectly the first time!" Shuichi was squeezing Eiri tightly, and the novelist had to forcibly loosen his lover's arms from around his waist.
Leaning down, Eiri gave his little lover a chaste kiss on the lips. He heard Shuichi sigh, and he smiled into the kiss. Pulling away, he gently disentangled himself from the pink haired vocalist.
Eiri made his way to the kitchen, leaving a dazed Shuichi in his study. He was about to call to the smaller man when the sound of a phone stopped him.
There were very few people who knew the number to Eiri and Shuichi's apartment. As far as they knew, only Eiri's publisher, Tohma and Mika Seguchi, Tatsuha Uesugi, and Maiko Shindou had it. Looking warily at the caller id, the novelist debated internally the ramifications of answering.
Deciding that answering the phone was the lesser of two evils, Eiri clicked the "TALK" button on the cordless, and answered with a "Hello" that was only slightly annoyed.
"Hi to you, too, big bro."
Figuring that a conversation with his younger brother, Tatsuha, was best left short, Eiri decided to cut to the point. "What do you want, Tatsuha?"
At the mention of his younger brother's name, Eiri noticed Shuichi come out of his daze. Turning around and looking at the golden-eyed man, Shuichi quietly bounced to where Eiri stood. Mouthing Is that Tatsuha? to Eiri, the blonde man nodded. Shuichi smiled.
"Now, now, now, Eiri. You'd think that I only called when I wanted something."
Eiri could hear the smile in his brother's face, and mentally prepared himself for whatever it was his brother wanted. "That's because you only call when you want something."
The blonde noticed his lover starting to bounce out of the corner of his eye. Realizing that meant Shuichi was about to do something stupid, Eiri knew he had to try to hurry up the conversation, but Tatsuha kept talking.
"Anyway, Pops wants you to come home for dinner on Friday. He says, and I quote, 'I've waited long enough for that no good philandering son of mine to formally introduce me to that cross dressing brat, and I'm not waiting any longer!'" Tatsuha paused for breath, then continued. "So, dinner is at six o'clock, and you know that there is no way out, Eiri. If you try, Tohma and Mika are going to drag you here by your pretty blonde hair."
Growling, more so to warn Shuichi not to try anything while he was on the phone with is brother than out of frustration, Eiri responded to Tatsuha. "I can't make it there Friday."
"Do you want Mika and Tohma at your door? I mean, one of them is tough, but both of them? Sheesh…"
Knowing his brother was right, Eiri tried to think. He knew that there had to be a way to get out of this, but he just couldn't think. He couldn't drive to his father's temple because his car was in the shop after a severe accident on Sunday, and wouldn't be finished until Saturday. An idea formed, and he spoke without analyzing it. "Why don't you come here? We'll have dinner at my place."
Tatsuha was quiet, as if processing what his brother had just said. Realizing that Eiri must be either distracted or insane, he quickly agreed. "Alright. I'll let Pops know, and tell Mika of the venue change. We'll see you at your place Friday night at six! Bye bro!"
Eiri stared in horror the phone, the dial tone whining softly. Did I just suggest they come HERE for dinner?
The novelist noticed his lover staring at him with a confused look on his face. "Ne, what's wrong, Eiri?"
"Oh, nothing," he replied softly. "By the way, you don't have plans Friday night, do you?"
Shuichi tilted his head to the side, thinking. Do I have plans on Friday? No, I don't think so… Looking at his lover, he nodded "no."
He heard Eiri mumble "That's good" before he wandered off into the kitchen. Deciding he wanted to know more, he followed.
Shuichi watched as his blonde lover pulled out a can of Pepsi from the fridge. The vocalist bit his lip. Eiri never drank soda unless something bad happened. Walking up behind the novelist, he gently slipped his arms around his waist, hugging Eiri from behind.
Standing on tiptoe and placing his chin on the taller man's shoulder, Shuichi asked, "What did Tatsuha want?"
He felt Eiri take a deep breath and let it out slowly before responding. "Father wants us to come to dinner on Friday. I told Tatsuha we can't because the car is in the shop-"
Shuichi cut Eiri off before he could finish. "I said I was sorry, Eiri!" he whined. "I didn't see those two cars, honest!"
He noticed his lover grimace at the mention of the "accident" that had put his beloved car in the shop. Shuichi's ears still rung when he remembered how Eiri had chewed him out, swearing that he was never, ever, letting Shuichi behind the wheel of his car again, license or no license.
Of course, Shuichi didn't have his license, and Eiri had been teaching him to drive, so the poor vocalist was reamed once more after the novelist had finished the insurance claim, and, realizing that his insurance wouldn't cover any of the three cars in the accident because of Shuichi's lack of a license.
"I told you, it's fine," Eiri said shortly. "Anyway, I suggested that they come here for dinner."
Shuichi's eyes widened. His lover never got along with his family, especially his father. Knowing now why there was a can of Pepsi in his lover's hand, Shuichi squeezed him gently, trying to comfort him.
At least I know why Tatsuha told Hiro he'd see me Friday, the younger man thought. Laying a soft kiss on his lover's shoulder, Shuichi was relieved when Eiri relaxed in his arms.
"It's not so bad, Eiri." Shuichi noticed the ghost of a smile on his lover's face at the use of his first name.
"I guess you're right, Shuichi," the novelist responded. Turning around, he wrapped his arms around his little lover. "Are you okay with it, though?"
Shuichi tilted his head a little, thinking about it. "I like Tatsuha, and I don't know your father well enough to not like him."
Eiri didn't miss the fact that Shuichi hadn't included Mika and Tohma. Deciding that he better let the pink haired man know that they were also attending, Eiri said, "Mika and Tohma will be here, too."
Shuichi stiffened, and, Eiri was discouraged to note, not in a good way. Or maybe it is a good thing he didn't stiffen at the thought of Tohma or my sister… Now I'm just confusing myself, Eiri thought.
"Mika-san and Seguchi-san? Do they have to come?"
Eiri heard the edge of a whine in his lover's voice. Knowing that the whine usually precedes a full out tantrum, Eiri kissed him.
Shuichi momentarily forgot about what it was he was whining about. All that mattered was the man in front of him, kissing him. Moving his hands to wrap them around the golden-eyed man's neck, Shuichi pulled his lover closer.
A wet flick on Shuichi's lower lip made him whimper low in his throat, and he felt the slight smile that graced his lover's lips at the reaction. Opening his mouth, he invited Eiri's tongue to explore.
Eiri never got over how sweet his Shuichi tasted. He tasted of strawberry pocky and something that was uniquely him. Caressing his lover's tongue with his own, he coaxed the younger man's tongue to follow his. The two tongues twisted and darted in each other's mouths lazily, exploring crevices and depths that had been explored many times before, but could never get enough of.
Eiri pulled away first, noting his feet were cold and wet with detachment. He looked at Shuichi, whose lips were red and puffy. His eyes were still half closed, what he cold see of the violet orbs were darkened amethyst. Smiling softly, he laid a chaste kiss on Shuichi's red lips, and then looked down at the floor.
There was a dark liquid beginning to puddle around their feet. His forgotten Pepsi can lie on its side next to the puddle, the amber liquid dripping from it.
Deciding he should clean it up, he moved away from Shuichi, who was still dazed. "You need to move, brat. I have to clean up the spilt soda."
Smiling like an idiot, Shuichi stepped out of the puddle, trailing soda on the clean white tile of the kitchen floor. Realizing his mistake, Eiri said, "Stop moving. You're trailing soda on my floor."
Shuichi stopped, eyes still dazed. Grabbing the linen towel on the counter, Eiri wiped his feet clean of the sticky soda. Sidestepping the puddle, he made his way to his lover and did the same to his feet. When he was done, he shooed Shuichi, intent upon cleaning his floor.
The pink haired man was smiling as he made his way to the bathroom to wash his feet. He had almost made it there when his cell phone rang.
Shuichi had a very cool cell phone. He was able to assign ring tones to certain people, so everyone in his address book had a unique ring tone. Now, he could only assign twenty-five people, but that was okay. He only had Eiri (both house and cell), Hiro (house and cell), Suguru (house), K (cell, although the man never used it), Maiko (cell), his parents, and NG Studios on his cell phone, anyway.
Recognizing the ring tone as Maiko's (it was the theme song to an American TV show called "Tales From the Crypt"), he rushed to answer it.
Grabbing his phone out of his jacket pocket on the couch, he hurriedly clicked the "Talk" button. "Hello?"
Sounds of sniffling and a soft hiccup answered him. Deciding to try again, he gently called, "Maiko-chan?"
More sniffling answered him, along with a small sob. His free hand began to form a fist. What was wrong with his sister?
"What's wrong, Maiko? It's okay; just tell me what's wrong. Aniki will make it better."
"Shuichi, I b-broke it."
The vocalist was confused. "Broke what, Maiko?"
More sniffling. Trying to keep his worry in check, he patiently waited for Maiko to continue.
"Suguru-kun… He's… He's…" She broke off, a loud sob coming through the receiver.
Shuichi sighed. Maiko was in no state to talk. He needed to calm her down, and he couldn't do that over the phone. "Are you at home?"
A stuttered yes was her response.
"Okay, Maiko. Hold tight. I'm on my way." He heard her soft okay, then hung up. Calling out to Eiri, he let his lover know he was going to his parents' house for a little while.
Running to the bathroom to rinse his feet, he ran to the bedroom he and Eiri shared for a new pair of socks, remembering his soda drenched socks that lay discarded in the kitchen.
Pulling on his socks and shoes, the vocalist was out the door and on his way to his sister's in no time.
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Shuichi opened the front door of the Shindou residence and was greeted with the sound of the TV from the family room. Not seeing his parents anywhere, the vocalist began to quietly creep up the stairs, hoping to avoid seeing his parents.
It wasn't that he didn't want to see them. It was just that every time he came, his mother and father would always bring up Eiri, and how they wanted to meet him. Shuichi knew that his parents were right, that they should be able to meet him, but he wasn't exactly sure that his lover would be open to the idea.
Tip toeing towards his sister's room, he quietly knocked on the door before entering.
Maiko sat on her bed, cuddling a porcelain doll that was missing its head. A glance at the shards of porcelain on the floor told Shuichi where the doll's head was. So, that's what she broke, he thought.
One mystery solved, he had only to figure out how Suguru fit into this. Sitting on the bed next to his sister, he put a comforting arm around her shoulders.
At the contact, Maiko turned, seeing her brother and began to sob hysterically. All Shuichi could make out was "Suguru-kun" and "angry" and "didn't mean to." Taking this to mean that Suguru and her had gotten into a fight, in which she threw the doll and it broke, he patted his sister's shoulder reassuringly.
"Don't worry, Maiko. I'll beat some sense into that brat. I knew he was no good for you, " he said consolingly.
Maiko looked at her brother, tears shining in her hazel eyes. "What do you mean? Why are you going to beat him up?"
Shuichi stared at his sister incredulously. "You got into a fight with him and threw your doll at him! He had to have done something really stupid, so therefore, he needs to get his ass kicked!"
Anger began to flare in Maiko's eyes. "That's not what happened, you idiot!" she yelled. "Weren't you even listening to me!"
Disbelief settled on the vocalist's face. "What do you mean, was I listening? Of course I was! How else would I know what happened?"
Maiko rolled her eyes, a few stray tears falling down her cheeks. "I just told you, that's not what happened. You never listen to me!"
Shuichi was confused. He could have sworn that's what she had just told him, but she was yelling at him as though he had gotten it wrong. "If that's not what happened, then you're blubbering made me misunderstand."
His younger sister's face became a mask of rage. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN BLUBBERING!" she shrieked. "I CALL YOU FOR COMFORT, AND YOU COME OVER HERE AND… and…" Suddenly, she stopped.
Shuichi noted with dismay that she was about to start crying again. Sure enough, the tears began to flow faster, and soon Maiko was sobbing.
Releasing a breath, the pink-haired man decided to try again. "I'm sorry, Maiko. Try explaining again. I promise I'll listen."
After a few minutes of sobbing, Maiko got herself under control again. "I was talking to Suguru-kun, who was, by the way, freaked out because he thinks you're going to beat him up." At her brother's blush, Maiko continued. "You hurt him and I'll hurt you, Shuichi."
She heard her brother snort. "You can't hurt me, Maiko. You're too weak."
Maiko smiled. "Oh, but I can, aniki," she said pleasantly. "I won't make you lunch for a year. "
Shuichi's face paled, and Maiko knew she had him. Although she only brought him lunch once a week, she knew he looked forward to it. She knew that he realized that if she didn't bring him lunch, he wouldn't see her, and that was something that her older brother didn't like at all.
"One little scratch on him, Shu-chan, and you won't get lunch." Noticing her brother about to beg, Maiko glared. "Begging will do you no good."
Shuichi pouted and Maiko smiled, bringing her hands closer to her stomach. Remembering the weight in her hands, she recalled why her brother was here. "Anyway, I got of the phone with him, and I was getting off my bed when Sakura fell." At her brother's blank look, she held up the broken porcelain doll. "Suguru-kun gave her to me on our first date. I'm afraid he'll be mad at me because I broke it."
The vocalist looked at his sister. She looked lost sitting there, holding a broken doll, tear tracks still fresh on her face. Sighing, he pulled his sister to him. "He won't be mad. He'll understand."
After comforting his sister and promising countless times that he wouldn't hurt Suguru, Maiko and Shuichi started talking about other things.
Maiko told him about her and Suguru's dates, and Shuichi told her about his and Eiri's weekend. He was happy that Maiko was back to her old self, laughing about his driving lessons and chastising him for not being more careful.
Soon, Shuichi realized that he had better go. He had learned from Maiko that their parents had gone to a movie, and he wanted to be gone before they came back. Maiko walked Shuichi downstairs in time to see his parents come through the door.
Shuichi froze. He knew there was no escape. His parents had already seen him. Smiling weakly, Shuichi said, "Hi Mom, hi Dad."
Shuichi noticed his mom smile largely. He knew what was coming before she even said it.
"So, Shuichi, did you bring your boyfriend with you?"
Shuichi's smile faded. With a sigh, he answered his mom. "No, Mom. Eiri has work to do."
Mrs. Shindou's eyes got wide, and Shuichi could see the tears beginning to form. His dad, smart man that he was, edged out of the entryway unnoticed.
"You're boyfriend can't make time to meet your parents? Three years, Shuichi. Three years!" Tears were streaming down her face. "You didn't even tell us! We had to find out on TV!"
Shuichi sighed again. His mother always said the same thing every time she saw him. He felt guilty for not telling her about Eiri before, but every time he came home, she rubbed the salt in the wound. Worse yet, he was running out of excuses for not introducing his mother and father to Eiri.
"Shuichi, you and Eiri Yuki-san are coming to dinner this Friday. No ifs, ands, or buts."
The violet-eyed man cringed. His mother's voice brooked no argument. He was about to agree, thinking of various ways to convince Eiri to go, when he remembered that Eiri's family was coming to dinner Friday night.
"Sorry, Mom. We'd love to, but Eiri's family is coming to dinner at our place Friday."
He knew the moment he spoke that he had said the wrong thing. His mother's tears, which had vanished moments before, came back full force. A sob escaped his mother's lips.
"You'll have dinner with his family, but you won't have dinner with your own? You haven't had dinner with us since you moved out." Falling to the floor, his mother continued. "Where did I go wrong? I gave you life, and you treat me like this? Why, Shuichi, why?"
Shuichi knew his mother well enough to know that she wasn't really serious, that it was just one of her mood swings. Even so, it hurt him to see her doing this because of him.
Without thinking, Shuichi spoke. "Why don't you, Dad, and Maiko come to dinner at our place Friday night, instead? You can meet Eiri and his family then." Once again, Shuichi mentally slapped himself. Hard.
He knew that Eiri was already regretting inviting his family to dinner, so how was he going to take the addition of Shuichi's family? The pink haired man was beginning to get a headache.
He looked at his mother with wary eyes. She was smiling beautifully, pride shining in her eyes. Another mood swing, Shuichi thought. Maiko looked as though she wanted to laugh at him. She knew that her brother was going to get hell for this, but she also knew that Shuichi wanted to please their mother.
"That would be wonderful, Shuichi. What time shall we be there?"
Shuichi racked his brain, trying to remember what time Eiri had said his family was coming. Realizing that his lover hadn't mentioned a time, he sighed. "I'll call you tomorrow with the time."
His mother nodded, walking up to him. Without warning, Shuichi was wrapped in a big hug. "I'm so happy that I'll finally be able to meet you're boyfriend, Shuichi."
Hugging his mother back, he whispered, "So am I, Mom." But, he silently added, how happy is Eiri going to be?
AN: Woohoo! Done! Wow… This is long… Oh well. That's good, right? Well, let me know what you think! Review! Mucho thanks to my wonderful beta, Neko Kate-chan. Her stuff is awesome, so you should go read it now! Well, after you review this, that is. grin