OMG, two chapters later, I realize I did spell Tatsuha's name wrong. Whoops. I guess I shouldn't look at American DVDs so much :p

Anyway, here's part three of a supposed to be one shot fanfiction, with more of the members of Bad Luck that you love so much! And thank you for the reviews, Luciver! If you read and like, please leave a review!

As a note, Gravitation is not mine, though I wish that Eiri was. However, the woman reporter character is mine, so don't use her without my permission please.

And now, back to the story . . .

Eiri sighed as he heard his cellphone going off for the third time this morning. Taking it out of his pocket, he checked it and found it to be Shuichi. Pleasantly surprised, he answered it, clicking the receive button as he said, "Hello?" he smiled.

"Yuki!" Shuichi cried. "I honestly didn't mean to call you, but did you tell Tatsuha that he was picking me up instead of him? He said your editor was meeting with you ASAP and met me at work to tell me!"

Eiri's smile suddenly disappeared. "Why was Tatsuha at work in the first place, you damn brat?" This had to be serious, if Tatsuha had come to his work. "Did he want tickets to Ryuichi's movie or something? I swear, my brother's an idiot." He moved over to a good corner of the room and glanced at a woman with a microphone. "Hold on," he told him as he walked over to the woman.

"So you think Bad Luck will be here soon, Mr. Yuki?" she asked. "Or will they be later then usual?"

Eiri laughed. Shuichi, punctual? Never happens unless something's wrong. But he might be today, and that would definitely scare the hell out of me. "Well, I assume they are still coming."

"Well, we air in ten minutes, Mr. Yuki. We need to get you ready for the television," the reporter informed him. "After your phone call, of course."

"Thanks. It's kind of important," Eiri honestly said. "Thank you for not being an advent fangirl ready to jump on me or sleep with me the first chance you get." Then he moved back over to the corner of the studio, sat in the chair and said, "Now, why was my brother at work again?"

But the phone line was already dead.

"Shuichi," Hiro asked, "what happened out there? Why was Tatsuha at N-G Studios?" He had watched Shuichi frantically call Eiri and cry over Tatsuha coming to work. Hiro had suspected that Eiri's brother was trying to play a trick on Eiri and did not want Shuichi involved. "You panicked on the phone. And you still won't stop crying."

Shuichi wiped some of the tears away from his eyes. Fujisaki just looked at him and K continued to drive, acting like he wasn't paying attention.

"Well, something happened last night, Hiro. I won't say what it was right now, but it had something to do with Yuki and Tatsuha. I have to find out the truth about it, and until I know what it is, I can't talk about it." Shuichi had smiled again, getting over his third crying spell of the day. "But we're going to kick ass at the studio! We get to play our new song today!"

"…I still don't understand how you can be upset one minute, and hyped up the next, Mr. Shindo," Fujisaki remarked. "It's unnerving."

"So is seeing Shuichi depressed," Hiro countered. "You get used to this sort of thing. I thought you would have by now, Fujisaki. It's been a few years since Bad Luck got together."

The tires squealed as K made a sudden stop and all three of them fell bodily forward, hitting the seat in front of them. In Shuichi's case, he had fallen between the seats and hit the dashboard, right next to K. This caused him to have a slight nosebleed and the boy was crying once again.

"At least he has a reason to cry now," Fujisaki said, handing Shuichi a handkerchief as he got out of the van. "I would too, if it nearly broke my nose."

The long haired guitarist snickered. "Even though you don't want to admit it, you're worried about Shuichi as well. It's nice to know. Maybe if you weren't so mean to him, he might notice it too." Then he walked over to the building they stopped at and blinked. "A bookstore, K?"

"No you idiot, the building AFTER the bookstore," K said. "Koinawa Publications. They have a studio there."

"But it's…" Hiro was about to say when Shuichi gasped.

"YUKI'S CAR!" Shuichi ran over to it to hug it and look inside when K pulled him back by the back of his shirt. "K! IT MEANS HE'S HERE AND I HAVE TO TALK TO HIM AND I---AND I---AND I---"

"Calm down, Shuichi," K said harshly. "You know the rules if Mr. Seguchi heard you screaming Yuki's name. Now control yourself. You have two minutes to get in that bookstore and on the 5th floor."

Shuichi's demeanor changed immediately and his eyes were full of determination. "All right! Come on!" And he ran into the building, trying to let Hiro and Fujisaki catch up with him.

"It really is unnerving," Fujisaki muttered once more, glancing at Hiro. "Can't he be a little bit normal?"

Hiro shrugged. "I'd hurry up and run if I was you. K might start—" Hiro ran as soon as he heard a gunshot going off from behind the two. "SHOOTING AT US!"

"DAMN IT, I'M GOING!" Fujisaki yelled, running behind Hiro. "I COULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN A NORMAL MANAGER WHO ISN'T A CRAZY AMERICAN?"

K sadistically smiled and pulled the trigger again, pushing the sunglasses up on his nose. "Man, now that's how I like to start a morning."

Shuichi, Hiro and Fujisaki panted for breath as they reached the studio and jumped into the nearest elevator. They both were surprised when Shuichi didn't break the buttons because he slammed them so hard. But to their luck, they landed on the 5th floor with three minutes left to spare.

They ran for the door and as Shuichi was about to open it, Hiro and Fujisaki banged into him, knocking the vocalist out of the way and busting down the door. The other two fell on their face as they fell with the door and Shuichi stood up, brushing dirt off his yellow jacket. He frowned that his pink shirt and tiny jean shorts had dirt on them and wiped them off as well. "At least we made it."

"AT LEAST WE MADE IT!" Fujisaki was now having a conniption fit as he grabbed Shuichi and bodily threw him against the wall. "What the hell kind of band did I sign with! I really should've just—"

"One would think you're coming onto Mr. Shindo, Mr. Fujisaki," a woman's voice spoke, "from the way you are pinning the boy. Isn't he property of Eiri Yuki?"

The three turned around and saw that a woman was watching them, her hands behind her back. She was dressed in a short black dress, with a silver bracelet on her arm that hung down from her hand. Her glasses were at the end of her nose and her blue eyes were mischievous. She pushed a strand of wavy brown hair to the back of her ear and stood up straight, revealing a microphone in her hand. "I suggest you get yourselves in order before going on the show. We wouldn't want the public to see this outburst, would we?" The smile on her lips was small, and she turned away from them to look at the door. "Hurry on up. You guys have a minute to get yourselves together."

Fujisaki had released Shuichi when she was talking and had composed himself together, walking toward the door like Hiro was doing. Hiro, however, was shaking his head and was trying to counsel Fujisaki about controlling his temper as they walked. Only Shuichi was left standing there, alone with the woman and was surprised about the whole encounter.

This must be the only woman who never asked me to hug her, give her an autograph, or press into the relationship I have with Yuki. This is amazing. Something's going right today! But he stopped thinking this as she grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the door. "Hey!" he exclaimed. "Lemme go!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Shindo. Nothing bad will happen to you today. I'm just a reporter, or rather, a rival to Eiri in romantic writing." She smiled as she let him go and headed with him into the studio. "Eiri and I talk once in a while, but nothing substantial. That is, until I landed myself a career in reporting in Tokyo after journalism school."

He stopped. "You mean, you're an American? Like K?" Shuichi backed away a few steps, thinking she might be just as insane as K was. "Tell me you don't have a revolver on your or something!"

The woman laughed loudly. "No way! But I do know how it is to have cameras on you all the time, and that's why I won't ask you any questions until we get on the show. Speaking of which, it's time to air our program. Please get yourself ready, Mr. Shindo." With that, she headed off to the stage and cameras that the program would be aired on.

Oh man. This is one hell of a wacky day! Shuichi thought to himself as he hurried to where Hiro and Fujisaki were. But as he walked, he bumped into someone, since he had his eyes closed as he walked.

"Shu. We need to talk," the person said and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from where Shuichi was walking. He had covered his mouth and when Shuichi fought him, he picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. "HEY!"

"Relax, Shuichi," the person repeated, putting his costume pink paw on his back. "After all, you can't say hi to me anymore? I came back in Japan especially to see you!"