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.
Blame It On The Rain
I sit behind my keys, plunking out the tunes from the sheet music in front of me. I might as well be on the moon for all the good my presence in the studio is doing at the moment.
"SUGURU! Hey! I'm talking to yooouuuuu!"
"Well, obviously, I'm not listening," I snap at Shuichi, fully reminded of my surroundings once more. "I'm going for a walk," I state abruptly. Ignoring my companions and the gun trained on my back, I walk out of the room.
"We finally get Shuichi resigned to his fate and now Fujisaki-san starts going crazy. What's his problem? " I heard K ask from behind the door I just walked through.
"You think one of us should go see what's wrong with him?" Hiro asked, not answering the rather volatile American's question. If anybody said anything after that then the response was drowned out by Sakano's wails of distress.
I keep walking with my hands shoved in my pockets. As I roam through the halls, avoiding the other people rushing back and forth I let my mind wander over the conversation I had with Tohma. After I had finished telling him everything he looked at me in that thoughtful way of his. He seemed to not be condemning my confused sexual state, for which I was grateful. Rather he took it as a matter of course that I should be confused given the circumstances of last night's encounter.
And I should be confused, damn it! Before meeting him I had never even considered looking at… well, anybody really, but especially not any guys!
Only two people in this building know about what happened after I left the club last night; Tohma and myself. I told Tohma I'm not gay. I told myself I'm not gay. And if Kisho were here right now… I like to think I'd tell him too, but the simple truth is I'd probably run like hell.
Still, something that Tohma said when I told him I wasn't is really bothering me. Not so much what he said really but the look on his face when he said it. His eyes darkened and the words that came out were tinged with a hint of scorn.
"Let me tell you a secret Suguru. I'm not gay either. I'm married to a beautiful woman, that any man should be proud to love. And it's better this way." Then his mouth twisted. It was an ironic smirk, so full of self loathing that it hurt my chest to see it.
Honestly, I rather wish I hadn't.
Not just because I rather hated seeing my cousin, who is supposed to be untouchable (don't ask me where I got that impression), unhappy. It was also because it shed a rather disturbing light on his rather intense interest in his Eiri-san's well being. I think I was happier thinking he was just concerned for his brother in law, but now I'm forced to think about things that I had just attributed to familial instincts in a slightly different light. And of course, really thinking about it he had never really seemed to care one way or another for Mika's younger brother.
Now I feel stupid.
"Hey Suguru?" a familiar voice cut through my thoughts. "Are you upset about last night? Is that what's wrong with you today?"
Big violet eyes blink at me.
"Look I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable about that guy. I just wanted you to make some friends and have some fun."
"It's not that Shindou-san," I mumble, remembering my earlier resolve to try and be a bit nicer to the other boy. "Don't worry about it."
"Look we're friends now right?" the pink haired vocalist asks, rather unexpectedly.
"Erm, yeah?" I guess, hoping that's the right response. Not to say he isn't my friend, mind you, I'm just very leery of what he's about to say that my acknowledgement of our relationship will give him the right to say.
"So you know that as your friend you can tell me what's wrong and know that I'll try to help right?"
Like that.
Acknowledging people as your friend allows for things like that.
"Let me guess," I hold up a hand, "And as my friend, you're allowed to try and pester me until you get your curiosity satisfied in return for your assumed willingness to help."
"You guessed it!" he giggles and bounces where he's standing in front of me. "So come on, spill. What's got you so worked up today?"
"Yeah, you know what? If you're going to interrogate me why don't we go somewhere more private." I push past him and start heading down the hall, looking in rooms to see if any are currently empty. Two women with file folders. No. A producer lecturing some band to be. Nope. An empty break room. Bingo.
"I'm not interrogating you!" he protests from behind, "I'm just worried."
I stop and wait for him to catch up before I nudge him into the room. I lock the door behind us and stare at him.
"You know what? This is partly your fault, so since you're part of the problem why don't you make yourself useful and help me out."
"What did I do?" he whines, plunking down in a chair at the deserted table.
"If you hadn't been being…" I wave my hand around helplessly, looking for the word before giving up, " being you last night I wouldn't have left the club. If I hadn't left the club I wouldn't have been mobbed. If I hadn't been mobbed then Kisho wouldn't have saved me. If he hadn't saved me then he wouldn't have kissed me. So it's all your fault!"
"Whoa, whoa! Back up! You got kissed last night! That's why your panties are all in a twist?"
"By a guy! Are you even paying attention?" I demand in exasperation.
"Um, I'm gay. You'll have to try a little harder if you're wanting to shock me."
"I'm not," I respond icily.
"Are you so sure?" he smirks at me like a rather scantily-clad-psychotic-little-human-Cheshire-cat-on speed-type …thing. Oh my god- I'm going to have nightmares tonight of Shuichi fading in and out around that stupid grin of his. Someone shoot me now, please.
"Wait, start at the beginning!" He's all hyper now. "You left the club, got mobbed and got saved by some guy named Kisho right? Ok now go! And don't leave anything out!" He's squirming in his chair in excitement.
"Nothing, that's pretty much all there is. We ran away from the girls, and he took me to his house, and he dried my clothes for me and called a cab to take me home." I sit down in the chair beside him.
"And somewhere in there he kissed you. Were you naked while he was drying your clothes? More to the point, were you naked while he was kissing you?" Shuichi nudges me. I smack his elbow away and glare.
"I wasn't naked at all! You perv!" Except for that brief period while I was changing but that doesn't count. "He let me borrow some clothes while mine were in the dryer."
"Ok, so what was it like?" he shoves his face close to mine as if he was looking for something.
"What was what like?" Has Shuichi never borrowed someone's clothes before? I lean back.
"The kiss, duh!"
Oh.
"Was he good? Did he use his tongue? How long did it last? Did you like it? Come on details, man! Details!" He's bouncing in his chair again. It's kind of scaring me actually.
"Um, yes he used his tongue, and I'm not really sure how long it lasted," I mutter quickly. I'm not kidding here. I could feel all the blood rushing to fill my face, I'm surprised my brain didn't burst from my embarrassment.
"But was he a good kisser?"
Hell. I've decided Shuichi must be my own personal demon. My own personal pink haired version of Hell.
"How should I know! I've never been kissed before, and I'm rather lacking any basis for comparison!" I snap back angrily.
"Oooh, so that's why you're so upset? Because he was your first kiss?" he folds his arms on the table in front of him. "So you were saving that for your first girl friend."
"Not really," I mutter back, feeling foolish. "It's more the fact that it was a guy."
"D'you like him?" Shuichi asks, cocking his head. "I mean you know his name so you must have talked at some point. 'D'you like his personality?' is what I mean. Kisho wasn't that what you called him?"
I roll my eyes slightly.
"Yeah I liked his personality. I mean, he was cool. A little unstable and completely random; but I'm getting so used to that anymore that it barely even registered."
"Ok, tell me about him. What was he like?"
"Um, he had brown hair, really soft brown hair, with a long braid down the back. And his eyes, he had really large, incredible eyes. I mean, nothing like my own boring brown. They were deep, deep red; like a really fine wine. You should have seen him Shuichi. He was beautiful. Not handsome or just attractive, he was actually beautiful."
'And he saved me. And he leant me clothes. And got me a cab. And he let me call him Petunia. Which was kind of weird, but at least he had a sense of humor about it. And he was concerned about me…'
This does not bode well for my case of being straight.
I blush and duck my head when I realize exactly what I just said. And what I didn't just say. When no snicker or immediate jab was made at me I cautiously look up to find Shuichi rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"What?"
"Huh, I think I have seen him, now that you mention it. That sounds just like the guy that was staring at you in the club last night."
"What!"
"Agh! Don't yell at me like that. I was just saying…"
"He was the one who was watching me in the club?"
"I was just saying, that I know you keep telling us you're not gay. And who knows?" he raised his hand to forestall anything I might have said at this point, "You may be right. But either way… if you really can't like him like he wants you to, I think you should break it to him gently ok? Because, I saw the way he looked at you and I think- I think he really likes you."
All the bubbly-bounce was gone, and in its place was a seriousness I rarely see from Shuichi.
I frown at him in disbelief.
Shuichi's honestly concerned I'm going to hurt Yukio-san.
A slim finger trails down the line of names in the phone book until he finds the last name he's looking for. Finally he finds the first name that goes with it and he drops the phone book back on the counter with a heavy thud. The secretary sitting there glances at him disapprovingly, but he doesn't notice. He's already walking away and punching numbers into his cell phone.
Eventually he reaches another empty break room. Closing the door behind himself Suguru stares down at the glowing screen.
Send.
An answering machine picks up on the other end and a recording of a familiar voice reaches his ear. When the beep sounds he hesitates, wondering if he should say anything. Finally before he looses his nerve he starts talking, rambling really.
"Uh, hi. Uh This is Suguru Fujisaki. I'm sure you remember me. Uhm, you saved me from a crowd of ravenous females? And I thought I'd just call to-"
Click.
"Fujisaki-san?" the real voice of Kisho Yukio was now on the line.
"Oh, uh hi."
"Hi. Was there something you needed? You didn't leave anything behind, did you?"
"Oh, uh no, no. Although I do need to return your umbrella," Suguru remembered. "Would it be alright if I returned that to you sometime?" 'Sometime soon?'
"Sure. Sure Whenever is fine." 'Right now is good.'
"Um, okay… well, my manager has called an end to today's session. So, I could come over with it this afternoon? Unless of course you're going to be busy, which I'm sure you are. I mean why wouldn't you be? Y'know what never mind, I'll just give it to you some other time okay?" 'Oh my god, what was I thinking?'
"No, now is fine! In fact, now's great! Cuz, ya know, later I might actually be busy, and right now I'm completely free." 'For anything you want to do.'
"Oh okay, then. I guess I'll be by in a little bit. Can you give me your address? I didn't quite catch it last night…"
Twenty some odd minutes later found the green haired keyboardist of Bad Luck on the doorstep of the guy from the night before with the umbrella in hand. His knuckles had barely brushed the door when it swung open revealing the smiling face he'd been thinking about every since he had left the other boy's house.
"Hurry up and get inside. You're going to get soaked again if you stand out there." Suguru was ushered back into the living room.
Soon he found himself divested of the umbrella and his jacket. He was once more sitting on the large couch, and trying really hard not blush at the memory of what he had been doing the last time he was sitting on it.
"Well this is getting to be quite familiar. Tea, Fujisaki-san?"
"Tea is fine," the green haired boy murmured with a small smile.
"Coming right up." And a couple of minutes later he was back with two steaming cups. He sat back down on his side of the couch after handing one of the cups to Suguru.
"You know, it's still raining outside," the brunette commented.
"Yeah, it hasn't stopped since last night. It had moments when it kind of slowed, but it never completely stopped."
It was kind of like a migraine, really.
That thought reminded him, he seriously needed to get more of whatever Tohma gave him earlier. That stuff worked.
Kisho set his tea down and turned his body to face Suguru. He raised his feet to rest on the couch, and placed his chin on his bent knees.
Suguru blinked at how cute the pose made the other boy look.
"You do realize, that if you can't leave the house without the umbrella you just returned without getting soaked right? You realize that, right?"
"Oh?" Suguru took a sip from his own cup before setting it down. He turned to look thoughtfully at the other boy. He considered his response very carefully.
"Well, I guess it's your turn."
"My turn?" Elegant brows arched over curious claret eyes.
"Yep. I decided we'd talk last time." He took a deep breath, realizing he had finally made his decision. "It's your turn to decide how we'll occupy the time until the rain passes."
Kisho grinned.
End Notes: Ok, I think that about wraps up this little foray into the world of OC's. If you're still reading at this point then there are a few things that I thought I'd toss out there real quick:
A) The name that I chose for the OC was Kisho Yukio.
Kisho: knows what he is wants
Yukio: gets what he wants
What?
It appealed to my sense of humor… yeah…
B) The title was a bit more obscure, as I didn't use the song anywhere in my story. Blame it on the Rain was a song written by Diane Warren and performed (cough) by Milli Vanilli. Some of the lyrics that inspired the title: Whatever you do, don't put the blame on you; blame it on the rain
Poor Suguru has a few moments where he's trying to find someone/thing else to blame. Eventually he settles on Shuichi.
C) In case you can't tell, I rather like first person, which makes it difficult for me when I want to shift perspectives. If anybody out there reading this has a really good grasp of tenses and would be willing to help me work through phrasing things so that I can keep it all in the same POV, would you be willing to help BETA my work? Somebody?
…Anybody? (cries)