((Hiiyaa! Riku-chan here! I don't have much to say, except, well, enjoy! Ehhehhe! This is my first gravitation fic, so please, be nice. I don't rally want any flames, but, a review's a review, right? –nervous laugh- anyway, please review!))
Disclaimer:in meeting with bunch of peoples…I don't own gravitation! –cries loudly- no fair! I wanna, I wanna! –throws tantrum-…-sniff-do I own Kyoko?…I do? –stops crying- yay! –glomps Kyoko- come on Kyoko, lets buy some ice-cream! Woo!
--------Surprise Visit---------
Kyoko stood backstage, and watched admirably, as Bad Luck preformed. She softly hummed the tune to the song Shuichi Shindou was singing. It was one of her favourites, and had to stop herself from singing the lyrics out loud.
As Shuichi ended the song, he thanked the crowd, and left the stage, as Hiroshi Nakano, the guitarist, and Suguru Fujisaki, the keyboardist, played an instrumental song, which didn't need Shuichi, giving the vocalist time to rest his weary voice. And Kyoko to get her interview.
"Ah! Mr. Shindou!" she exclaimed, running up to the Bad Luck front man.
"Oh! Hello!" Shuichi said, surprised. "I didn't know they were giving fan's backstage passes," he said, pointing to the tag around Kyoko's neck.
"Oh! Even though I am a fan, I got this so I could interview you, Mr. Shindou," Kyoko said meekly.
"Oh! Really?" Shuichi asked, and Kyoko nodded.
"Yes, so please, if we could start, we could have it finished before you must return to the stage,"
"Okay!" Shuichi said, with a big smile on his face. He sat down on a couch that was backstage, and Kyoko pulled up a chair, and sat across from him.
"So, Mr. Shindou,"
"Please, call me Shuichi," Shuichi said. Kyoko blushed.
"Okay then, Shuichi," she said, and continued her interview. She asked questions like 'now that bad luck's fame was spreading, how was he coping,' and 'did he ever fight with any of his band mates?' and wrote down the questions and his answers on a little notepad. She asked questions about his songs, like which one was his favourite.
When the interview ended, there was still a little time before the next song, and Shuichi was due back on stage, so Shuichi thought it would be fun to ask Kyoko some questions.
"So, what's you name?" he asked.
"Oh! Did I not say? I'm terribly sorry. Kyoko. Kyoko Oohira," Shuichi looked at Kyoko thoughtfully, as he tried to think of another question.
"Um, when's your birthday?" Shuichi asked, unable to think of anything better.
"April the seventeenth," she said, and Shuichi looked at her in awe. He stood up quickly.
"No way! Mine's the sixteenth!" Shuichi gasped.
"I know," Kyoko replied, laughing sweetly at Shuichi's reaction. She knew what question was coming next.
"How old are you?" Shuichi asked.
"Twenty," she replied, and Shuichi nearly fainted.
"I'm exactly one day older than you!" Kyoko just giggled, she knew all this already.
"So, do you live here in Tokyo?" Shuichi asked, but then he heard the others finish their song, so he rushed off to the stage to perform.
"Enjoy the rest of the concert!" he shouted back at Kyoko, who smiled. 'Just as sweet and energetic as I remember him' she thought to herself. Kyoko read over the interview, as she listened to Shuichi sing again. He really was talented.
When the concert ended, she sighed, and made her way outside. She'd enjoyed it very much, and couldn't wait to start writing about it. She was going to get it finished tonight, even if she had to pull an all-nighter.
Meanwhile, backstage, Shuichi looked around for her.
"Hey, where's Kyoko?"
"Who?" Fujisaki asked.
"Kyoko," Shuichi replied. "She was a reporter I was talking to. She was real nice. I was hoping I could talk to her some more," he added downheartedly.
"What did you say her name was?" Hiroshi asked.
"Kyoko. Kyoko Oohira," Shuichi replied. Hiroshi looked at Shuichi, shocked.
"No way! Shu! Don't you know who that was!"
"Uh, Kyoko, I told you," Shuichi replied.
"Shu! Do you not remember her?" Hiro asked.
"No, should I?" Shuichi asked, and Hiroshi hit him on the back of the head.
"Owh!"
"Shuichi! Do you not remember that girl who stalked you in high school?"
"Huh?" Shuichi frowned, trying to remember. "Oh yeah! No way! That was her!"
"Only person I can think of," Hiro said.
"Wow…she's lost a lot of weight…. great…now she's stalking me again…" Shuichi whimpered.
"Who's stalking you?" Mr. Sakano, Bad Luck's bespectacled producer asked.
"A girl from high school, she posed as a reporter from a magazine to get back stage," Shuichi explained.
"Oh, you mean miss Oohira?" Mr. Sakano asked, and Shuichi nodded solemnly. "But if she was pretending, then why did the magazine's editor call to ask for a backstage pass for her?"
"She could have gotten a friend of hers to pose as the editor!" Shuichi protested.
"I don't think so," Mr. Sakano said, fixing his glasses. "I met with him in person, and seen this Kyoko Oohira, she seemed very nice,"
"Hmm…maybe I should just straighten this out with Kyoko, before this gets out of hand,"
"Maybe that's a good idea," Hiroshi agreed.
"What magazine did she work for?" Shuichi asked his producer.
"Here's a card with the company's address on it," said Mr. Sakano, handing Shuichi the card.
"We have a day off tomorrow, right? Go see her then," Hiroshi said. "Want me to come with you?"
"No, it's okay, I'll be fine," the pink haired boy replied. Shuichi yawned, and decided to go home.
Yuki was sitting on the couch when Shuichi got home.
"Yuki! I'm home!" Shuichi said.
"Do you have to be so loud, you damn brat!" Yuki growled, rubbing his tired eyes.
"Yuki!" Shuichi said, running to sit by his lover. Shuichi put his head on Yuki's shoulder, who sighed.
"You finish your deadline?" Shuichi asked his lover.
"Almost," Yuki replied.
"Think it'll be finished tomorrow?" Shuichi asked.
"Maybe, why?" Yuki asked suspiciously. "You have a day off?"
"Uh-huh!" Shuichi said excitedly. "And I'll be gone for the start of the day, so you can get it done!"
"How, where'll you be?" Yuki asked.
"Oh, just meeting up with a friend from high school," replied Shuichi, and he moved around on the seat uneasily. He couldn't tell Yuki the truth. He couldn't tell him that he was going to see a girl who he was sure had stalked him in high school, to stop her from doing it again. No, he couldn't tell him that.
"Well, I'm going to bed Yuki," Shuichi told the blonde, and kissed him on the cheek. Just before Shuichi got up, Yuki grabbed his hand and pulled him close for a long passionate kiss. They ended the kiss before either one of them got too excited.
"I'll follow you in, in awhile," Yuki told his pink-haired lover, who stood up and walked into the bedroom, tired, but he stayed awake for Yuki's arrival ((A.N:I Don't think I need to go into explicit detail this early on, now do I? Even if you think the answers yes, I'm not going to, so there! XP))
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The next morning, Shuichi woke late, tousled haired, and groggy-eyed. Yuki was sleeping peacefully beside him. Shuichi lay there beside his lover for five. Ten. Fifteen minutes, just watching him sleep. The novelist always looked his best when he was sleeping.
Reluctantly, Shuichi got out of bed, but not before kissing Yuki's forehead lightly. He went over to the wardrobe he and Yuki now shared, and got dressed. He looked over at the digital clock on the bedside table on Yuki's side of the bed. It was 11:00 a.m.
Shuichi vaguely wondered when Yuki'd wake up as he closed the bedroom door as quietly as he could.
Shuichi went to the kitchen and grabbed a slice of toast. He took out the card Mr. Sakano had given him with the magazine's company address on it, and left the house quietly.
Shuichi arrived at a large building on a nice but busy street. There was a café beside it, and a bookshop on the other. Shuichi nervously walked over to the building. Inside the building was very busy, everyone rushing around. Shuichi didn't have a clue how he was going to find Kyoko in this crowd. Now he regretted Hiro's offer to help him.
He was about to call Hiro, and ask him if he'd come to help, but then someone near Shuichi, fell and dropped loads of papers all on the ground. Everyone else seemed too busy with his or her own work, to worry about the one person. She was a woman in her early thirties, glasses, and short black hair. Shuichi bent down to help her, but she didn't notice until they were nearly all picked up. Shuichi picked up the last few papers, and handed them to her. The woman fixed her glasses, and looked at Shuichi, and gasped.
"Sh-sh-Shuichi Shindou!" she shouted, and a bunch of people who'd been walking around turned to look at them.
A tall man, with short brown hair, and of stocky build pushed his way through the murmuring crowd.
"Ah! Mr. Shindou!" he said. "To what do we owe the pleasure? Do you not wish the interview to be published after all? You producer, Mr. Sakano, said it would be okay,"
"Oh! It's okay; I just wish to speak to miss. Oohira," Shuichi explained, and the man he assumed to be the editor took him to Kyoko's desk.
Kyoko had her black hair up in a ponytail, and she was wearing glasses while typing on a laptop.
"Miss, Oohira?" the editor said, and Kyoko looked up from the screen. When she saw Shuichi, she got up form her chair, and greeted him.
"Mr. Shindou!" she exclaimed. "What a pleasant surprise!" she held out her hand for him to shake. Shuichi shook it.
"I wanted to talk to you, and I thought I asked you to call me Shuichi," he said, with a smile on his lips. Kyoko, finding the smile infectious, grinned too.
"When is your lunch brake?" Shuichi asked her, glancing uneasily at all the people around. "I'd like to talk to you over, well, lunch,"
"Oh! Um, well" she looked at her watch. "In ten minutes, actually,"
"But you can have it now, if you like miss. Oohira," said the editor surprisingly. Kyoko looked at her editor, apprehensively, scared at him being so nice. 'It must be because Mr. Shindou is here,' she thought to herself, and took the opportunity to have the ten extra minutes for her lunch. Kyoko gave her boss a bow of thanks, before saving her work on the laptop, and putting in its case. No way was she going to leave it here. Over her dead body! She put on her jacket, and put strap of the laptop's case over her head. She was ready.
((A/N: I know bad and uneventful, but I promise it'll get better! Please review! Like my only other fic, I won't update, unless somebody reviews…so please, please, please, please, please, PLEASE review! I'll cry if you don't…))
