Challenge:
Once, Fujisaki Suguru says he will never fall for a guy because he's 100 straight. Yet when an extremely handsome young man claims to be attracted to him, his previous reservation falls apart. A long conversation with Shuichi and another long conversation with Tohma is hoped to be able to clear his doubts. Your goal: Create a new original character who is in love with Suguru and get them together in the end. Your story must be at least 1500 words in length for One Shot and at least three chapters for Series.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters (except the OC that was required). Gravitation is not my property and I make no profit off of this. Although it'd be awesome if I could.
A/N: Slight editing and corrections
Blame It On The Rain
Of course I still have my migraine from last night. It had moments where it would recede somewhat, but it always came back in full force. Right now is at an excruciating extreme, and not even the heavy shades I am wearing are dampening the effect of the light enough to make me feel any better.
I yanked off my glasses as I walked and pinched the bridge of my nose. I felt like someone was driving an ice pick into my brain directly behind my right eyeball. Any second now that eye would pop out of my head like a squishy dart.
It would doubtlessly splatter when it hit the ground, and there'd be a mess now wouldn't there? The staff and technicians running around would freak out. The janitors would go on strike. The whole day would be wasted and for a change it would be my fault instead of Shindou-san's.
The image that the thought provoked was rather comical in my head, and was almost enough to make me smile through the growing pain. As things stood though I just wished my eye would pop out already.
Finally I reach Tohma's office and knock on the heavy wood door. Quietly, of course. It wouldn't do, after all, for my eye to splatter in Tohma's presence when I'm trying to ask his advice.
"Come in."
I twist the knob slowly and slink through the tiny opening I create. Once inside I close the door gently behind me and lean back against it. The room is dimmed by the dark lenses of my glasses that I put back on when the light became too much again.
My beautiful cousin is sitting behind his desk with an eyebrow slightly raised in question. I'm not quite sure what the question is. It could mean 'Oh my something's wrong if you are showing up here unannounced, please tell me what is the matter?' Or maybe 'What are you doing in my office when you could be downstairs making music?' Of course the question could have nothing to do with my presence in his office and Tohma could simply be wondering, 'If there're no raging fans inside this building then why is he wearing those goofy-ass sunglasses?'
If this were a movie, or anime, or something then I would be able to look into his eyes and know exactly what question he was asking with that expression. As it is, I don't know what would be most important to him right now, so I stayed silent.
Finally he smiles at me, and leans back in his chair, "Please have a seat Suguru. Perhaps you'd care to tell me what's on your mind that's brought you into my office this morning."
I move over to the chair in front of his desk and sit down so I'm facing him. When I don't take off the sunglasses an expression of understanding takes over his features. He smiles at me in sympathy.
"Migraine?"
"Yeah."
He slides open a drawer and takes out a small bottle of pills that he hands to me. "Try some of these. I find that they work very well."
A quick glance at the label to find the instructions. Two pills every twelve hours. Exceeding recommended dose could result in dizziness; loss of breath; hemorrhaging from the eyes, ears, nose, and mouth; overwhelming urges to sing show tunes; and possible death. Sound spiffy. I take a couple of pills out and swallow them dry. At this point I'm so used to taking painkillers for the headaches Shindou-san gives me that I don't even bother with water anymore. Tohma looks amused.
"What?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. Now is there something you needed?"
"Well, I wanted to, uh, uhm…that is- I… " Damn it! I was so busy worrying about talking to someone about my problem that I hadn't even considered how I was going to broach the subject. And now I sounded like an idiot in front of my cousin and personal idol. "Yeah, you know what? Never mind."
I stood up abruptly to make what I'm sure would have been a magnificently graceful escape- because I'm just that good- except a voice interrupted my magnificently graceful escape.
"Sit down."
I sat.
"Suguru, I can tell that something is troubling you. Please, as your cousin, as your friend, you know you can tell me anything and I will do everything that I can within my powers to help you with whatever it is that is troubling you. However, I can't do that if you don't tell me what is going on."
"It's not that important," I protest feebly.
"You came in early to talk to me instead of showing up at your usual time and heading straight to your synth. Something is troubling you, and I will not allow you to leave my office until whatever it is, is resolved. Now talk."
I stare at my platinum blonde cousin. 'And boss,' a helpful little voice piped up in the back of my head. 'Shut up, you!' I hate it when the little voices are right. What else could I do? I talked.
"Last night after the concert the other guys didn't want to go home. And I confess, I was not in the mood to let the night end early either. So we all went to a club, and hung out there for a while."
Tohma steeples his gloved fingers on the desk before him waits with an air of patience.
"Anyways Shuichi was being irritating so I decided to leave early. When I left I was chased by a small mob, until this guy saved me from them."
I fidget in my seat when Tohma continues to stare at me.
"There was a point in there somewhere. I'm sure of it." The blonde man shook his head slightly with a small bemused smile, probably trying to figure out what I was getting at.
"Um the guy that saved me, he told me that he likes me. I mean, likes me like me." I add, helpfully. Hopefully I won't have to say anything else and Tohma will be able to fill in all the blanks.
"Ah, I see. But that's a good thing. Someone is taking a romantic interest in you." My cousin leans back and his elbows rest on the arms of his chair. His hands are now folded in the air in front of him, and his expression is now interested. "So, how does this make you feel?"
"How does it make me feel?" I demand incredulously. "A guy told me he likes me Tohma. A guy. How do you think it makes me feel?"
"I wouldn't know," the older man waves a hand breezily. "I guess it would depend on whether or not the guy was attractive to you, whether or not you liked his personality, and well, there are any number of other factors that could affect how you feel about his interest in you. That's why I was asking." His voice is so very reasonable. I blink.
I… did not just hear that.
"What if I don't like guys and don't want him to be interested in me? What if it really creeps me out?" I demand in exasperation.
"Would you like me to push him in front of a car for you?"
"No!"
Honestly. Why is that every problem Tohma has that can't be solved with manipulation or money is solved by pushing it in front of car? I restrain the urge to roll my eyes.
"Okay, then what exactly is it that you would like my assistance with?" Tohma asks in his sweet voice.
"I- I don't know. Ignoring the fact that I don't know how to feel about the fact that he likes me in a more than platonic sort of way, he was really cool when I started to get to know him."
God I sound pathetic. I want to cringe at the confused, almost whining tone I took on. Tohma's eyes train on my face and several moments pass in tense silence. Tohma picks up his phone and speaks into it, ordering his secretary to rearrange his schedule so he doesn't have any meetings that morning, then carefully replaces the receiver back into the cradle. There is another round of silence as I frantically try to figure out why Tohma would need to rearrange his morning schedule, and not liking any of the conclusions I am coming up with.
"You know Suguru," he began, in that 'I-remember-what-it's-like-to-be-your-age' tone that should be declared illegal in every country in the world because of the sheer agitation it produces in the person it's aimed at. "I can understand how this would be upsetting to you. I'm sure this will take a while, but I've tried to make sure I will have plenty of time for you to explain exactly what happened last night. In very graphic detail if you please."
I don't please, but… Ah, what the hell, I've embarrassed myself already. It's not like I can make it any worse by telling him everything that happened. With that thought in mind, I settle more comfortably in my chair and focus my eyes on the window past my cousin's shoulder and start telling him what all happened the night before.
While I'm at it, I'll go ahead and tell you too…
Silky spikes of dark chocolate brown hair trailed gently along the soft slopes his cheeks. Skin so pale it almost glowed stretched across the delicate bones of the boy's face. The mouth was soft and delicate, flawless red lips were set in a thoughtful pout. All in all it was a soft face with an almost ethereal beauty. Yet it was the boy's large eyes that really captured Suguru's attention.
Orbs of deepest claret stared back at him enquiringly at him in the ensuing silence. He had seen those eyes somewhere before, he was sure of it.
"Is something the matter Fujisaki-san?" that musical voice quietly asked, snapping him out of his stunned silence. He was mildly shaken when he realized that he had been staring at 'Petunia' with a look of almost awe etched onto his face.
"No."
"Good then. I'm going to go into the kitchen and make us something hot to warm up a bit. You can change in here while I do that. I have tea and cocoa. Which do you prefer?"
"Uh, tea is fine," the green haired boy stammered back.
"I'll dry your clothes when I get back. You can leave them on the tile in the meantime."
"Ok. Thank you," he added when the boy began to turn away. Glowing large eyes that were a most remarkable shade of dark red cast a soft look of gratification towards him.
"It was my pleasure," the other boy purred. When he did turn away Suguru noticed the long thin braid that trailed down his back, the tip bouncing against the gentle roll of his hips. Petunia walked with feline movements, and his surprisingly long hair only emphasized his casual grace. Suguru found himself frowning after brunette with a sense of slight annoyance.
It wasn't the fact that he was so freakishly pretty that was making Suguru feel so off balanced around the other boy. Rather it was… the confident way he held himself, a subtle assurance that made you want to trust him. The young man who had just left the room was the kind of person that people would fall over themselves with want to please, even as they hated him for being everything that they were not. Just like his cousin, Tohma. It was a combination that even the young keyboardist found himself helpless against.
'Petunia' wasn't just pretty, he was charismatic as well. And that realization just irritated the hell out of Suguru for some reason, even as it drew him to the brunette. Underneath the irritation was nagging sense of familiarity about the other that he couldn't quite place.
He sneezed. And the other boy was going to be back in just a few minutes. That reminder jerked Suguru from his contemplations.
Moving quickly he began to peel his clothes off, heavy material slapping against the tile with a moist splat. Then he tugged the borrowed clothes on. Suguru found himself wearing comfortably worn jeans, and a loose sweater that fell to his mid thighs. As he had predicted, even his underwear was soaked through. Which left him without any beneath his borrowed attire. Warm fuzzy socks that felt incredibly thick against his feet completed what he was wearing.
Almost as soon as finished pulling on the second sock, Petunia walked back in with two steaming mugs which he set down on the coffee table in front of the large cream colored couch that the keyboardist had noticed when he first walked in. Then he glided back over to Suguru and bent over to pick up the clothes that he had discarded.
"I'll be right back after I toss these in the dryer for you. Help yourself, okay?" the pretty boy smiled over at the musician before leaving him alone once more.
Suguru drifted over to the couch, taking the time to actually study his surrounding now that he had gotten over the initial shock of finally seeing the face of his rescuer. A comfortable room done in subdued tones, but livened by bright splashes of color here and there. There were beautiful paintings gracing the far wall opposite of the fire place. The wood of the furniture was a matching cherry wood. All in all it was tastefully decorated, and aside from the fact that the owner had an eye for bold colors to complement the dark tones it seemed to tell very little about the person who lived there.
"Ok, I'm back!" a soft cheerful voice, interrupted his thoughts once more. A green head turned to regard the other boy who weaved his way over to the front of the couch and plopped gracefully onto the plush cushions with a happy smile. "Oh and I went ahead and called a cab and asked them to be here by the time the clothes were done, so everything is set up for you. It'll be about a little bit before your clothes are ready. What would you like to do in the meantime?"
"We can do anything I want?" Suguru asked, grabbing his tea and sitting down on the other end of the couch, still not completely comfortable with the whole situation.
"Sure. Anything within reason," the red eyed boy amended, caution getting the better of him.
"Ok then, let's talk."
"Alright, what would you like to talk about then, Fujisaki-san?" he blew on the hot liquid in the small cup that was cradled in his hands. He had long slender fingers, not dissimilar from Suguru's own delicate musician fingers.
"Let's talk about you. What's your name? I mean your real name. I've been calling you Petunia in my head and it's getting rather weird."
"My name is Kisho. Kisho Yukio." The boy revealed with a gentle smile.
"That sounds kind of familiar. And you look familiar. How do I know you?" Suguru demanded.
"Maybe it's destiny and you recognize me from your dreams," the previously named Petunia suggested with a completely straight face. Suguru looked at him skeptically and his straight face cracked into a wide grin, "Or you might have recognized me from some photographs somewhere."
"Photographs of…?"
"Any number of things," Kisho said humorously. "After all, I model for a number of ads and agencies."
"You're a model? Well, that explains a number of things that were bothering me about you."
"Glad we have that cleared up. Now enough about me, let's talk about you." Suguru tensed waiting for a barrage of the usual stupid questions from fans and reporters. "What kind of shoe would you be if you could be any shoe in the world?"
The keyboardist blinked.
"What?"
"Seriously. I just did an ad for shoes and it's been bothering me. There are any number of shoes in the world, and I'm supposed to be trying to convince people to buy this one brand. That made me wonder why they should, ya know? Why these shoes when there are so many other shoes in the world… Which led me to thinking about what kind of shoe I would want to be. What do you think you'd be Fujisaki-san?"
"Uh… a combat boot?" Suguru guessed, completely thrown by the random twist in conversation.
"Oh yeah? Why's that?" Kisho cocked his head curiously. His braid slipped down his chest with the movement, but he didn't seem to notice. Suguru's eyes followed the thick strand of hair, before he jerked his attention back to the boy's face.
"Um, because they're functional, but still stylish with just about anything you'd wear?"
Suguru stared at his tea and wondered if it was laced with something. Then he remembered he hadn't drank from the cup yet. After he realized that he stared at his cup and wondered if it was laced with something. Although this time with the hope that if it was it would make everything make more sense.
"Interesting. I think I would be a handbag."
"What? You can't be a handbag if you're a shoe!" Fujisaki protested before his mind had the chance to point out how stupid the whole conversation was to begin with.
"Sure I can. I'd be one of those handbags that accessorizes a really nice, name brand shoe."
Suguru's mind finally caught up to him and he plunked his tea cup onto the coffee table. He scowled in annoyance and turned to face his host.
Only to find the other boy had apparently set his own tea down at some point and was now hovering over him, one arm braced on the couch at his back, the other slinking by his side to brace against the arm of the couch. Suguru sank back against the couch in shock and stared up at those curious claret eyes that were mere inches from his own. He was trapped.
The braid of long chocolate colored hair slipped along Suguru's neck. The stuff seemed to have a life of its own as it snuggled down the front of his shirt, brushing against the sensitive skin of his chest.
Suguru cleared his throat. "No you can't," his voice cracked just the slightest bit on the last word, his nervousness at the situation glaringly obvious. "You totally can't."
"I'm very big on changing the rules halfway through a game."
"Yukio-san?" the green haired teen squeaked nervously.
Soft lips ghosted lightly against his own and he froze. He stared up at deep red eyes that held a question. When Suguru didn't move or make a sound of protest Kisho took it as a sign of acceptance at least. Once again his mouth pressed gently against the green haired boy's. The young keyboardist gasped when he felt a wet trail against his bottom lip, and a clever tongue slipped inside. Suguru moaned underneath the onslaught, and all of his thoughts of this being another boy ground to an brilliantly explosive halt when he felt the tongue tangling with his own.
The model's hands slipped skillfully beneath his shirt, drawing teasing lines of fire against his flesh. His head tossed back, exposing the long line of pale neck to the exploring mouth that hovered above him. Teeth nipped and tongue soothed, in a pattern-less haze that was slowly driving him mad. His eyelids slid closed and felt his hands fluttering against the other boy's side, clutching feebly at the fabric, trying desperately to find something to hold onto.
Suddenly the mouth that was assaulting him was gone.
The rock star stared up at is host with a glazed expression, unaware of the sight he presented for the other boy. His lips were full and bruised red from their kiss, blood rushing beneath his cheeks in a soft flush. His hair was slightly disheveled and he lay back against the couch panting for air with dazed chocolate eyes.
"I think I just heard the timer for your clothes. You'll need to get changed because your cab should be here soon." Kisho grinned down crookedly, more than a little breathless himself.
"Unless you just want to keep the clothes I gave you and we could keep…?" he trailed off hopefully.
That seemed to snap Suguru from his haze and he pushed himself upright, nearly knocking the Kisho off the couch in his scramble to stand up and back away from the other boy.
'I did not just kiss him. I didn't enjoy that. I'm not gay. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not gay, I did not just kiss him.' the keyboardist's mind repeated hysterically.
"Is something wrong?" the other boy had an expression of concern on his face.
'Not gay, not gay. Didn't enjoy that. Not gay.'
Suguru just shook his head silently, not trusting his voice. The movement reminded him that he had a headache and he winced when he realized exactly why he forgot. "Okaaaay. Let me go get your clothes so you change. Your ride really will be here in just a bit."
The brunette picked up the tea cups he had brought out for them both and left the room to go get the musician's dried clothes. He came back and silently handed Suguru his clothes, noting uneasily that the panicked expression had never left his face.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Kisho asked his guest. The other boy nodded jerkily. "Okay, I'll leave you to get changed. I have an umbrella around here somewhere, let me go get it for you." The brunette brightened at his idea. Suguru just nodded jerkily again.
He changed quickly, dreading every second that the other boy would return. Finally he pulled on his long coat. When he was back in his own clothing he sank down onto the couch. He cradled his head in his hands. His headache returned in full force, pounding against his skull.
He looked up when fingers pulled his hand away and a curved handle was pressed into his own fingers. Kisho kept a grip on his wrist and pulled Suguru to his feet. They were standing very close, and Suguru began to feel nervous at feeling the line of heat the other boy generated along his side.
'Not gay, not gay.'
"The cab is here. Looks like I timed it pretty well. If I don't see you again soon I'll make sure to be at your next concert okay?" The other boy pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of his lips.
Then he whispered, "Take care."
Suguru nodded silently and headed toward the front door with the other boy following close behind.
'Oh, my God, what if I'm gay?'