2. I get this little tiny migraine / It starts behind my eyes
-Nope, I'm still not a Japanese manga-ka, still no claim to Gravitation.
-The sister says that I should just insert the appropriate characters' names into some cliche formula; I think that's too boring. That's not to say anything actually happens in this (really short) chapter.
-Chp title: lyrics lifted from Jim's Big Ego (Stress)
-For K-K: this is most determinedly not Yuki/Fujisaki. I'm sad that it wasn't obvious after pt1. So please continue reading! -is a feedback whore-
TEzUkA 4 EvAr!111!11: (laughs) I love you. Thanks for putting up with the Tohma abuse. I'll try to keep it to a minimum, just for you.
Bad Luck had always been just Hiro and himself, and Shuuichi liked it that way. But one didn't protest (much) when the great Seguchi Tohma spoke, and so their duo became a trio. And while Shuuichi would grudgingly admit that Fujisaki's arrangements and talent on keyboard were amazing, that Tohma was right, it didn't mean he had to like the kid. Pissy, impatient, work-a-holic with no sense of humor who refused to understand the gamut of emotions through which Eiri put Shuuichi.
Shuuichi was about as thrilled as Eiri to find his bandmate standing in the foyer.
But if the look on Fujisaki's face was any indication, he was possibly even less enthusiastic about the arrangement.
One hand to his forehead attempting to stave off an impending headache, Eiri sighed and thought it best to get on with it. Tohma had been a bit sketchy on the details, vague in that he didn't actually provide any details at all. Or maybe he had during the time Eiri had tuned out Tohma for his own internal monologue.
"All right then. What's your problem?" Tact had never been one of Eiri's finer points. Shuuichi shot his partner a mild glare, but Fujisaki didn't seem to notice Eiri's rudeness.
"My problem," Fujisaki retorted, irritation evident in both his posture and tone, "is simply that my cousin can not stand for anything to escape his control."
Eiri almost grinned. "Yes, I believe all three of us can agree on that much. Let me be more specific. What sad, lonely, dramatic tale of woe brings you seeking my advice on-" he searched for the words, any words would do better than Tohma's. Alas, it was early and without caffeine Eiri's wit failed him. "…'matters of the heart,' for lack of a better phrase."
Fujisaki rolled his eyes, but was cut off before he could respond. Shuuichi sped across the short distance between the two, eyes sparkling, and clasped Fujisaki's hands in his own. Suguru thought he could see little hearts radiating from Shuuichi, who very nearly squealed "Waaaii, you're in looove! That's wonderful! If you're lucky, you'll be half as happy as me and Yuki!"
Fujisaki extracted himself and snorted disdainfully. "I most certainly am not. It's just because you and Hiro and everyone else at NG paired off that Tohma thinks I feel left out. It's my opinion that he isn't nearly so perceptive as he likes to think."
The infuriating thing is, though, Eiri thought, Tohma does know everything.
Shuuichi spun about the hall and into the next room, doing his best impersonation of the spastic overly excitable whirlwind they called 'Sakano.' "Who is she? Anyone we know? Maybe Noriko-san? Tatsuki-chan from recording? Ooh or who is he? I know you and K have ridiculous work ethics, but you have nothing else in common. But I guess neither do Yuki and I. At first glance, I mean." He only stopped for breath, and to giggle helplessly (did he really have to do this every time he thought about their relationship?). Eiri couldn't decide if it was annoying or endearing, Shuuichi's mindless chatter. Fujisaki wanted very much to knock himself unconscious against the nearest blunt object.
"I know!" Shuuichi announced. "We'll make a list." Eiri raised his eyebrows.
"That seems a bit too organized for you, brat."
Shuuichi stuck out his tongue. "Okay, it's decided!" He was unfazed by the look of exasperation on Fujisaki's face; Shuuichi considered it his normal expression. At least, it was the only face he wore at work.
"Number one. Boys or girls?"
Fujisaki's cheeks burned faintly pink before he dropped onto the nearest furniture and buried his face in his hands, convinced that this was Tohma's first Very Bad Idea.
…tsuzuku….