Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, nor do I own Shuichi-kun or Yuki-kun!

SIDE NOTE: Erm…well, I'm upidatying… I have NO clue what to say!! Wowums… I've got lotso reviews…forgive me for talking like a child, but this means that Yuki-kun will most likely be talking all cutsey. This fic is soooo fun to write!! Read on, ppls!!

Yuki finally set down the microphone and picked up his keys from the stage. Then, without another word, he walked out to his car and left. The rest of the band gathered around the stage. K, with earplugs still in his ears, noticed them all gathering and went to join them.

"Well?" K said loudly. "How did he do?"

"He's actually a very good singer," Sakano noted.

"What?" yelled K. Hiroshi sighed.

"He said Yuki's a good singer!" he yelled.

"What?!" shouted K.

"Take out your earplugs, K!" yelled Hiroshi.

"WHAT?!"

"Take out your earplugs!!"

"Hold on," shouted K, "I can't hear you. I'd better take out my earplugs!" He took out his earplugs. Everyone around him sweat-dropped. "What?"

"Well, K, it turns out the earplugs weren't necessary," said Suguru. "Eiri Yuki is actually an excellent singer. We may actually do very well in the upcoming concert."

"Really? Well, no worries then!" K said cheerfully. Hiroshi shook his head. K became aggravated and pulled out his handgun. "All right, we're going to do fine, what the hell is your problem, Hiroshi?!"

Hiroshi ran a hand through his hair. "Yuki is a very good singer…vocally…but emotionally, he lacks what Shuichi has."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Sakano asked nervously. He was already jumpy about Yuki taking Shuichi's place; one more worry and he'd be going crazy within a few minutes.

"Think of it this way," Hiroshi began, "if Yuki were to try and read aloud the novels he writes, the feeling and passion his readers imagine will pretty much die. Yuki can't express passion. Now, if Shuichi were to read aloud, the readers' imaginations will be satisfied. To put it simply: Yuki doesn't feel the songs. Shuichi does. That's why we don't stand a chance against Nittle Grasper in five days."

Sakano gulped. "Then…then we're doomed. The career of Bad Luck is over."

A silence hung over the room. It was soon broken by the sound of K cocking his handgun menacingly. "Now, now, it isn't that bad…those two just need to be straightened out. That's all."

"No," Hiroshi interrupted him. "You can't interfere with whatever it is they're going through. They need to work this out on their own."

"But Bad Luck will fall flat on its face if we don't get them out of this stupid argument!" Suguru argued.

"But once it's all over, Shuichi will be able to pull us back up," Hiroshi continued. "If we butt in where we don't belong, neither of them will forget it. Bad Luck will sink further and further than this upcoming concert if Shuichi and Yuki are still angry with each other. Don't do anything."

K lowered his gun. "Then…what are we supposed to do? Either way, Bad Luck is going down the tubes."

There was a long pause between K and Hiroshi. "As long as Shuichi stays happy, then that's all I care about. The price anyone pays doesn't matter." With those final words said, Bad Luck's guitarist stood and left the building.

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Yuki slammed the door as he entered, shortly sliding to the floor and burying his face in his hands. Why did I agree to this? He stayed on the floor for a while and then looked up. His eyes were greeted with the sight of Shuichi typing on the laptop, completely focused on the screen. Yuki couldn't help but smile. Seriousness doesn't fit you, Shuichi…

The pink-haired boy showed no signs of knowing that Yuki was there. He was too deep in thought. In fact, he didn't notice a thing until his lover leaned over his shoulder to peer at the screen. That's when Shuichi jumped. Yuki laughed.

"Scared you, didn't I? Now you know how I feel." The novelist smirked lightly and left the younger boy's side. Shuichi swallowed hard and managed to stay in character, riveting his focus back to the screen.

"Stay in character, brat. I didn't make this challenge for nothing," Shuichi replied coolly; but he winced at the slightly hurt tone that had managed to squeeze its way into his voice. Yuki noticed and glanced over curiously.

He stared at his lover's back for a few moments. Damn…you just had to go and be hurt, didn't you, brat? Guilt overcame the novelist and he walked over to the pink-haired boy, and calmly put his arms around him. He sighed. "I didn't mean it, Shuu-kun."

Shuichi paused, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. Even if his lover had been in character, he could have sworn there was some sincerity in his voice. Shuichi allowed himself to smile a little. "Whatever, brat."

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