How Far I'd Go For You Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I'm ever so close to talking Murakami-sama into handing over the rights to Gravitation! I never really knew what was possible when you've got a magnum in your mouth. Thank you for the inspiration, K-san!
Vocabulary:
Coronary: Just in case, for those who aren't very medically inclined, this would be a heart attack.
Kesa: Is the name of the clothing worn by Buddhist priests. You know what Miroku of Inuyasha wears? Same exact thing.
"Yuki, I'm seriously fine! I need to go to work! It's already been three days!" Shuichi had been trying to pry Yuki off him for almost an hour. For the past three days his lover had been doting and almost possessive. He'd refused to let anyone visit, made him nutritious food for every meal and sat by the bed and actually talked when Shuichi was awake instead of work. Shuichi knew his manner was all on account of the hug he'd shared with Ryuichi. Yuki stood in hurt silent, anger welling up inside him. "You always beg me to spend time with you, but all of a sudden you want to go to work? Well, fuck you! I don't give a shit! Go spend time with your precious Ryuichi!" Yuki grabbed his laptop from the nightstand and stalked angrily from the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Shuichi stood completely stunned where he'd been left changing.
"Yuki! Wait!" Shuichi ran after his lover, his pants not even buttoned yet, and caught up with him half way to his office. "What did you mean by that comment with Ryuichi?" Yuki spun on him and burned holes into his lithe frame. "What did I mean? Explain to me why that dumbass was giving you a hug. What else do you two do? Is that why you're always so eager to go to work?" Shuichi had to strain his face muscles so hard not to laugh that the effect burned his cheeks. His Yuki was jealous. Over him! "Yuki, don't be silly. You're the only one I love and look foreword to seeing every day. Ryuichi is one of my best friends, my idol, not to mention my biggest rival. He's a big part of my life, but we're just close friends" he said, smiling when Yuki's hard eyes softened a bit.
"I don't like him being so clingy with you" Yuki said frankly. "That's just how Sakuma-san is. He's like that with everyone he likes." "And that's the problem. I'm the only one who gets to hug you, or visit and take care of you when you're sick. You don't need him!" Shuichi laughed and glomped Yuki, almost causing his laptop to go flying when they hit the hard floor. "I Love you, Yuki!" The novelist felt better except for the wind being knocked out of him, and yanked his lovers ear instead of returning the hug. "If you love me you'll let me get to work and make Sakuma stay away." Shuichi let go, cocked an eyebrow, shook his head and walked away to get ready. He knew that Yuki loved him too, but sometimes he was just so stupid.
Shuichi walked into the warm NG building for the first time in three days. He'd barely noticed how much he'd missed his friends, singing, and even the building. "Hey Shindou-san! Welcome back! Seems like forever since you were last here. It's been a little boring," said Saiga. He was the guard for the building, but he looked more like a biker thug than a business guard. "Hey Saiga. Thanks a lot. I missed this place." Shuichi waved and boarded an empty glass elevator that took him to the 15th floor. When the lift came to a stop he walked to the end of the hall on the left where his band always recorded. "Everyone welcome the incredible Shuichi Shindou, back and ready for action!" he announced, slamming open the door. He face-faulted when he saw what everyone was doing. Sakano had prepared tea and everyone, including K and the tech crew, were sitting on the couches, watching a variety program.
"What the hell! I've been gone for three days and you all just relax because I'm not here!" "Actually Shuichi, we've all completed recording, which means we're finished until you're done with vocals" Hiro interjected, sipping his tea lightly while everyone else nodded their agreement. "Shuichi!" Ryuichi glomped his friend like he did every day, making Shuichi a little uneasy because of the conversation he'd had with Yuki earlier that morning. "Hey, Sakuma-san." He gave him a quick hug and squirmed away, and much to his pleasure, Ryuichi didn't seem to notice. "I've got something I wanna ask you about. Can we go outside for a bit?" Shuichi gulped and nodded dumbly. He was just over-reacting because of Yuki, right? "Sorry, it should only take a sec!" Ryuichi grabbed the pink singers hand and dragged him up to the roof where he finally let go of his grip.
"So what's up, what did you want to ask?" Shuichi questioned, ready to bolt if the situation got sticky. Yuki was the only one he loved, and that was the end of it. Ryuichi turned to face him, eyes as serious and passionate as when he sang. He breathed in deeply and screamed his confession. "Yuki-san's brother, Tatsuha! I want to talk to him again! He really impressed me the way he handled Yuki-san when I wanted to see you and he wouldn't let me, and he didn't treat me like an idol, just like another person. I really liked him." Ryuichi blushed and looked away. Shuichi let out a huge inner sigh. 'So that's it…' he thought, and smiled at his friend.
"Well, Tats-chan is your second biggest fan, me being your first. It must have been really hard not to ask you for an autograph and resist raping you. He is bi, after all." Ryuichi blushed an even darker shad of red when he heard Tatsuha's orientation. "I thought for sure he was straight. I mean, he's really good looking, so he could have anyone he wanted. I'm actually sorta relieved." Shuichi looked to be in shock. "No way dude, are you seriously like, interested in him…in that way? I didn't know you liked 'em on your own team…" Shuichi felt his head spinning and put a hand against the wall. Maybe he was still sick. "I'm not a full blown fag or anything," Ryuichi insisted, "I've liked girls too…" He trailed off as he tried to remember the last relationship he had. What with being a huge success, it had been a while. "It doesn't really matter. Hell, I'm queer. But why Tatsuha?" Shuichi only got a questioning stare.
"He's a creepy Yuki look alike that wanted to do it with me when I first met him because I look kinda like you." Shuichi was having a blast eroding the perfect image of Tatsuha that Ryuichi had made in his mind. "He really tried to do that?" Ryuichi's head started to spin and a small grin curved the edges of his perfect mouth. "It's pretty cool that I can even get the hot ones up, huh?" Shuichi burst out laughing. "Hey, if you want to hang out with Tatsuha, I sincerely doubt he would mind. In fact, he would probably have a coronary." Shuichi beamed with pride as he used the word Yuki had taught him. "How about I give you his cell number and you can set up a time to hang out together?"
Ryuichi nodded so fast his head looked like it might fall off. Shuichi got out his cell phone with pictures of Yuki and himself pasted all over the place, got Tatsuha's cell number from his contacts, then entered the number into Ryuichi's. "Thanks, Shu-chan." They left the rooftop talking about all the things Shuichi knew Tatsuha liked until they reached the 15th story. They said their goodbyes and gave each other a huge hug. Knowing they were both queer to some extent didn't bother either of them. They waved and went in different directions, Shuichi to finish his part of recording and Ryuichi to get in the way while Noriko and Tohma packed up their equipment for a gig.
Tatsuha was dressed in his dark blue kesa robes performing a cleansing ritual for a nearby shrine when he felt one of the pockets of his pants vibrating. His cell was going off. He ignored the slight buzzing and continued with the sacred ritual. After fifteen minutes the rite was over. He thanked the shrine holders and began walked down the steps to the street below when he remembered the phone call. He pulled put his phone by its Ryuichi Sakuma limited edition cell phone strap and checked the call. It was from a number he didn't recognize, but he dialed the number and waited against a tall oak tree for an answer.
Ryuichi had been sorely disappointed when he got Tatsuha's voicemail. He hung up and sulked to his room, throwing himself on the bed. He'd finished the gig and said he didn't feel well and thought he should go home to rest, though in truth it was because he had wanted to call Tatsuha- but he hadn't picked up! He was only a few minutes from falling asleep when Nittle Graspers' Live version of Shining Collection, and his greatest duet with Shuichi, thrilled to life on his dresser. He stumbled sleepily over to the phone and picked it up without checking who it was. "Hullo?"
"Hey, this is Tatsuha Uesegi. Sorry, but I seem to have gotten a missed call from this number about 20 minutes ago. Is that a mistake?" Ryuichi couldn't believe his ears. Tatsuha sounded unbelievably sexy on the phone. His ears were still ringing from his sultry voice when he was brought back to the real world. "Hello?" "Oh, sorry. Uh, no, I called. This is Ryuichi Sakuma. I got your number from Shuichi earlier today and thought I'd call." Ryuichi took a seat on his bed; his face beet red with embarrassment. He must sound like a complete idiot.
On the other side of the conversation, Tatsuha was an instant from pitching foreword and tumbling down the stairs when his brain processed what he just heard. Ryuichi Sakuma had gone out of his way to get his phone number and then called him! He was experiencing complete nirvana. "Wow. I never expected to get a call from Sakuma-san. Having problems with Eiri again?" he asked, almost disappointed when he thought maybe that was the only reason for the call. "Not really. I did tell you we might meet again. I was calling to see if you'd like to take me up on that offer." Tatsuha stood speechless before he realized the joke must be on him. "This really isn't funny, asshole. Ryuichi Sakuma is my God and I really like him, so don't fuck with me and pretend to be him. I'm not interested in your stupid jokes." Tatsuha hung up and stormed down the steps and into the street where he'd parked his motorcycle
Ryuichi was really upset with how their conversation had ended. He hated that Tatsuha had so completely misunderstood everything and thought he was an imposter! "Kuma-chan, why does it matter to me what he thinks? I barely even know him!" Ryuichi tried to sort through is feelings in the usual way- by talking to Kumagoro. He pursed his lips together and furrowed his eyebrows then called Shuichi after a lot of solitary contemplation. After three rings, he picked up. "Hey, Ryu-chan! What's up?" "He thought I was some imposter! He didn't believe that I wanted to see him!" Ryuichi was surprised by himself, being almost on the verge of hysteria over a kid much younger and who he barely even knew. "Well, try calling again. If that doesn't work, you can try going to his house. It's in Kyoto so it'll take a while to get there…"
Ryuichi had decided that after six ignored phone calls, he'd have his bodyguard, Kuronosuke, drive him to Kyoto. The trip was very scenic, but it was also really long. Maybe it was the anticipation and worry over what Tatsuha would do and say when he saw him that gave him butterflies. They finally pulled up to the Uesegi shrine, a picture perfect place even in winter, so it was difficult to imagine during spring or fall. He got out of his limo and looked up the steps to see someone walking down the steps, running a hand through their hair as the crisp wind picked up. It was Tatsuha. Ryuichi stared at him in awe. He looked even sexier than he had a few days ago. He wore ripped and faded jeans, a skin tight black t-shirt with a thigh length leather jacket over it and heavy biker boots. He held his helmet between his right arm and his side.
Tatsuha looked down the steps when he felt someone staring. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. Ryuichi Sakuma was standing only twenty or so steps away from him. "No way…" He dropped his helmet in shock and gaped at Ryuichi while it thudded loudly down the steps and landed only two away from Ryuichi. He slowly picked it up and walked toward a motionless Tatsuha. "You dropped this" he said casually, and held out the helmet for Tatsuha to take. For reasons he couldn't understand, he felt a sense of calm just being around his teenage obsession when only moments before he felt sick with worry and fear. Tatsuha was too shocked to take his helmet and plopped down on the steps before he fainted and broke his neck on the incline. Ryuichi retracted his outstretched hands as the wind kicked up, blowing his hair and loose shirt about him, making him look even dreamier than the pictures in magazines.
"You're…really here…" Tatsuha buried his head in his arms. "I can't believe this. So that really was you who called me earlier?" He felt like an idiot, too embarrassed to so much as look at the most famous singer in Japan, but Ryuichi didn't care at all anymore that his calls had been ignored. He took a seat next to Tatsuha, a little closer than he'd intended, but received a desirable effect in response. Tatsuha blushed and stiffened at their proximity. "Yep! I told you I was serious about seeing you again. Think you might want to come with me for a drink?" Tatsuha looked at him and smiled with renewed encouragement, surprised at himself. He had always had fantasies of hanging out with Ryuichi, but he always pictured glomping him, begging for an autograph and stripping him, but there he was, offering his hand and nothing more. Ryuichi took it and felt an electric jolt at the touch. Tatsuha smiled unknowingly and asked, "Wanna take my motorcycle?"
A.N. To my darling readers who have given me so much encouragement to keep writing…THANK YOU! Anyway, another chapter and another to begin! Yay! Please continue your support by reviewing and I hope you enjoyed this!