Alright guys, thanks for reviewing this story! I've only started writing it since Monday and it's already a 20 page story…which was only supposed to be three. And it's had over 1,000 hits! Thanks to all the readers out there!

I'm taking a break from Tatsuha, Ryuichi and Shuichi in this chapter, because we finally see the President of N-G Productions, Tohma Seguchi! The President seems to have a little surprise in store for our members of Bad Luck, but is it good news, or bad?

So to my reviewers, here goes:

Luciver: Here's more updates for you. :p Thank you for pushing me to do more chapters! If you need to talk about it, IM me sometime again and I'd be happy to talk to you some more.

Ichigo Pocky: I'm glad you like the story. It's supposed to be funny, because let's face it. Gravitation had me laughing my ass off at Shuichi's antics. But it's what keeps people loving him, ne?

Amythest00: I'm glad you like how it's being written. Gravitation was kind of crazy and I wanted to stick to something everyone was familiar with. After all, it would scare me if Shuichi had a normal day. It really would.

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To the rest of you: Here's another update! Let's see what's happening with Bad Luck in the meantime. Poor Hiro, and Eiri.

As usual, I don't own Gravitation, but I own Marian, my original character for this story…and if I take over the world, maybe Eiri's soul. :p

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By the time they had gotten down to the first floor, they saw Eiri Yuki's car pulling away from the building and hightailing it out of the scene. There was no Shuichi to be found as Hiro came down first, stopping to look around. Fujisaki pushed him out of the way, as he could not slow down, and he moved out of K's way, who glanced at Eiri laying on the ground, knocked out cold.

"This is unusual. It appears that Mr. Yuki's car was taken, and Mr. Shindo has disappeared. Whoever the assailant was was intent on harm," Fujisaki said a moment later as he walked over to Eiri's form, seeing the blood that had came from the wound. "And it's a good cut too."

"Move away from Eiri."

Fujisaki turned around to see Marian barreling down the stairs, with bare feet and her heels in one hand. The other had her cellphone and on her waist was a little dagger that was in its sheath, which was normally hidden. She ran over to Eiri, like Fujisaki had, and inspected the novelist. "He's not breathing well, either. I suggest we take him to the nearest medical facility." She began ripping material from her dress to cover up Eiri's head. It did not show off anything, but it left something to the imagination.

"I was going to suggest that," Fujisaki muttered as he watched the woman wrapping his head up. "Shouldn't you leave injured people alone? You could make it worse."

"And having him bleed to death on the concrete will make it any better," Marian snapped. "Just go to the side. You're really not helping matters, Mr. Fujisaki."

Hiro had just watched the whole thing, seeing tire tracks that had been left behind and blinked. "Someone did some serious damage to Mr. Yuki's tires, guys. They hauled ass to get out of here."

"I would too, if I pissed off Eiri," Marian said, done wrapping up Eiri's head. "Not many people piss him off and can walk away in one piece." Her voice shook as she checked his pulse again and checked to see where Eiri's wallet was. She wanted to check to see if he had a written documentation of his medication, in case they called an ambulance.

K, meanwhile, was on the phone with the paramedics, informing them of the address that they needed to get to and who their patient was. When he was done with that he hung up and dialed another number. "The paramedics should be on their way, guys. We need to stick around, since I'm calling the police about this and Tohma. He'll want to know why Bad Luck wasn't aired tomorrow as planned."

"The last thing Eiri needs is Tohma on him," Marian hissed. "But I guess it can't be helped."

"Where do you know him so well?" Hiro asked, now standing against the wall. "You seem to know him as a friend rather then someone on the sidelines." As he asked this, two teenage school girls saw them and gasped, running off. "And it looks like we'll need to book it and fast. We're drawing attention like this, K."

They heard the whirl of sirens coming toward them and K smiled. "Don't worry, the paramedics will do that for us. Just stay here." The phone stopped ringing and K said, "Hey, Tohma, it's K. Listen, I kind of have bad news."

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Tohma Seguchi was a man who liked things to go his way. Sitting in his office, he had heard the phone ring and his secretary answered. "Mr. Seguchi, it's K, the manager of Bad Luck. I told him you did not want to be disturbed, but he says it's about Mr. Yuki and Mr. Shindo."

Eiri? If anything happened to him, I'll kill Shindo. It stopped him from listening to a new group's trial tape as he said, "Put him on the line, Akia. Thank you." He waited a moment before speaking. "Seguchi here."

"Hey, Tohma, it's K. Listen, I kind of have some bad news." He noted that K sounded a little worried, not like the confident man he saw coming into the studio every day with Bad Luck. This definitely got Tohma's attention.

"Go on. I'm listening." He hung onto the phone, hoping that something good was going to come out of all this. He had already heard that Ryuichi had come back to Japan and that he was not supposed to be on vacation yet. As if things could get worse, Ryuichi had hung around Tohma's office half the day just to annoy him. His patience was starting to wear thin.

"Shindo's been kidnapped."

Tohma stopped breathing. If anything happened to Shindo, half his record sales would go down. Despite the fact that Shindo did not write good lyrics, his singing made up for it, as well as the talent of his cousin and his best friend. Not only that, but Eiri's sanity would slowly become unglued.

A tiny part of him was worried about the boy, however. That part he tried to block out, but the more he heard, the less he could push it away.

"Apparently Mr. Yuki witnessed something, because he was hit in the head with a blunt object. I don't think Shindo knew what was going on, because someone pushed him out a window. You could hear him screaming as he fell. Apparently someone took off with him, because we couldn't get down in time to stop them."

"Did he—" Tohma tried asking.

"He never made it into the studio. He was abducted on his way to the show this morning."

"Any clues as to who would do such a thing?" Tohma said. "And how is Eiri?" Normally he would not use his brother-in-law's first name, but he was worried, after all.

"The ambulance just took him to the hospital. His friend said he wasn't breathing right and the cut on the back of his head is pretty deep. They also stole his Mercedes." K paused a moment as Tohma cursed. "I'll send Fujisaki down there now to make sure Mr. Yuki's alright. Hiro and I will come back to the office---"

Tohma sighed. "Have Suguru come back here, along with Mr. Nanako. You and I will go to the hospital, Mr. K. I will have Mr. Sanako stay with them for now. I'm sure they're both a bit worked up over this incident."

Suddenly he heard another voice on the phone.

"You're taking me too, Mr. Seguchi. I want to know if Eiri is alright as well."

The president of N-G Productions smiled. "Marian. I thought I said not to address Eiri so formally, didn't I?" He stood up as he grabbed his jacket.

"I'm his friend too. You forget, I knew him before you married Mika. Last I recall, he never yelled at me to call him Mr. Yuki. Get the stick out of your ass and don't be so protective of Eiri all the time. This wasn't the kid's fault, or Eiri's. You need to realize that."

Damn that woman. She should have been a lesbian. Why is she still hung up on Eiri? Tohma smiled. "Marian, you don't need to be so rude. I'm less protective. I have an important proposition for you."

"It's Miss Tamika, Mr. Seguchi. And I will talk to you about it when we arrive at the hospital. I do apologize for my outburst." Then the phone went dead.

He put on his jacket and dialed another number into the phone. Maybe she just is a friend, but none of this should have happened. And damn it, I can't blame Shindo. For once. "Hello, Mika? It's Tohma. I know you're alone, but can you get a babysitter? I'm afraid Eiri's been rushed to the hospital."

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"Fujisaki, Hiroshi. I need you two to go back to the studio. Mr. Sakano will be waiting for you. Explain things to him if Tohma already has not. Then wait for me to go back to the studio." K looked at everyone as he said this. "Miss. Tamika, if you will come with me, please."

Marian nodded.

"Wait a minute!" Fujisaki yelled. "Can't we look for him too? The song has to be recorded! I mean, what the hell are we supposed to do?"

"Stop panicking and just go back, Fujisaki."

Fujisaki's eyes glanced at Hiro, who happened to be the calmest person about the situation. "How—"

"This is why we're named Bad Luck. It always turns out for the best. Just go on back to the van and I'll meet you there. Maybe we can think of something when we drive back." As Fujisaki left, Hiro sighed heavily. "I don't know what to do with him."

Marian shook her head, watching it all unravel. "Is it always like this? Him being a tight-ass, I mean?"

"Every day of the week," K muttered. "Do you get why I carry a gun with me now?"

"No, but get him drunk once in a while. He might loosen up enough to have a date," Marian said. "Although, he might be helpful in this case. Hiro, take him with you, but loosen him up, okay? I don't need to get thrown in jail for killing an idiot."

Hiro smiled. "Well, when you put it that way, Miss. Tamika, then I guess I have no choice. But he usually is calmer once we start working. It's all that seems to take focus in his life." Hiro waved as he walked off, laughing softly under his breath as he headed to the van.

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"So I guess it's just two," K said. "That's good. But they took our only vehicle." Looking to Marian, he said, "I assume you have a vehicle that we can borrow?"

"Yes, if you don't mind the Ford models," she replied, walking over to the blue car that was next to the studio. "I just got myself one. It's beat up, but it gets me to where I need to go." She looked around and opened the door for K. "Can I lapse into English now, for a little while? I know Japanese, but I'm—"

"Of course," he answered, stepping into the car. "It's hard, I can understand."

Marian closed the door and had gone into the driver's side, turning the volume down on her MP3 player. "I guess I can't very well listen to Shining Collection in the car," she laughed. "It's inspirational when you deal with assholes on the ride home." She took her knife off the belt and put it in the glove box, where her small gun was as well.

K nodded. "So how do you know Eiri?"

She started the car and shut the glove box. "We're writers. He's a novelist, I'm aspiring. I do write books, but right now I'm in journalism to take a break from it. He and I are rivals." Pulling out of the parking lot, she then made a sharp left and raced down the street. "But we became somewhat of good friends and since then, have left our friendship at that."

"And you yelling at Tohma accomplished what, exactly?"

Marian chose not to answer, instead stopping abruptly at a red light. The guy behind her honked his horn and she ignored him.

"Something happened with you and Eiri for Tohma to say something and it pissed you off," K pressed on. "Were you ever in a relationship with Eiri?"

"…no," Marian answered as she watched the light turn green and she drove. "I saw him having one of his episodes. When he was a bit…loopy." She did not know a better word to describe it, so she continued. "He was coughing up blood in my apartment, in New York. He had come to visit for the week, taking some time off work, he said. So we agreed to have dinner together, catch up on some things and he was looking at my first book. That was three years ago."

K laughed. "And Tohma hates you for that?"

"Tohma hates anyone who knows about Eiri's past, I think. I just kind of…found out without asking." The woman had slammed her brakes and had turned another left, glaring at the street. K yelped as he moved bodily in his seat. "Sorry."

"Watch it. You're worse then I am at driving!"

Marian's cellphone rang and she picked it up between her emergency brake and her seat. "Hello?" She seemed to be able to drive and talk at the same time as she moved her hand to stay in her lane. "I can't right now. I'm in the middle of an emergency and I'm driving. Can I call you back?" A pause. "Don't know if I can call you back tonight but will within the next few days. Thanks." Then she hung up the phone. "Damn editors."

K laughed again, taking off his sunglasses. "The last thing you need is an editor."

Marian huffed. "They're a pain in the ass, especially when you don't want them to find you. Anyway, we're almost there." She stopped at another red light as she heard her phone go off again. "Damn it!" She flipped the phone up and answered it. "Hello?"

"Miss. Tamika, we need to talk," the voice of Tohma Seguchi came into her ear. "I'm on the other side of your car. You just passed the hospital. Turn around and park there. Mika will take care of parking your car."

As he talked she looked around for a place to park her car close to the hospital. The hell if she was letting him have her way with her new car. True, it did not look the greatest, but she knew the brother-in-law of Eiri Yuki. And she knew that he could be a manipulative bastard when he wanted to be. "I see you. And a parking spot. I will park my own car, thank you very much." And in one fluid motion, she had hung up the cellphone, parked the car in the empty parking spot, put the emergency brake on and put the car in park. "Ok, K, get out now."

"I should take lessons driving from you," he replied, lapsing into his Japanese as he opened the car door. He then greeted Tohma and nodded. "Mr—"

"Can we have a moment, Mr. K? Miss. Tamika and I have something to discuss. We'll join you in a moment." Tohma nodded his head to Marian. "I must also apologize for my tone earlier on the phone with you. I had forgotten that you can be as stubborn as Eiri."

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Marian smiled, her eyes cold. "Indeed. I know of you, Mr. Seguchi, but never want to cross you. Now, what was this arrangement that you needed to discuss with me?"

"I'll get straight to it, then," Tohma answered, taking off his hat. "I need you to be the vocalist for Bad Luck until we can find Mr. Shindo. He needs to have his last song recorded by tomorrow, and if they don't, they will postpone the album. It is imperative that he has that record done."

"Why can't you get Hiroshi to do it, or Mr. Fujisaki?" she asked. "I am not a vocalist. I'm a novelist and a journalist if you remember."

"You also used to sing before, didn't you?" Tohma glared at her. "I remember, you used to be a famous singer in America before you threw it away to become a writer." He lingered on the sentence as she flinched. "But don't fret on that. I can make you famous again. Your manager was horrible, I admit. I saw that when he came to Toyko. But if it was not for that incident, you would have been able to come here, under N-G."

Marian glared at him. "I thought you were going to leave that alone."

Tohma looked at her coldly. "I need results. And I need them by tomorrow. And the only person who can pull it off is you. If you don't . . . then I'll make sure that your books are never sold again."

The woman sighed, looking down at the pavement and took her glasses off to glance at him coldly. "That's it? The idle threat? What's to say I can just go back to America and sell my books there?"

"What if I told your publisher that you had a hand in whatever happened to Eiri?"

The gasp from her was what Tohma was waiting for as he continued, a hand on his chin, as if thinking the whole matter through.

"They wouldn't be so inclined to publish a book by an aggressive woman who happens to critically injure one of the most famous romance novelists in the world, would they? Especially since he has agreed to write lyrics for Bad Luck in this album."

"All the more reason why I should not be singing them!" Marian threw at him. "Eiri put his heart into those lyrics—"

Tohma laughed as he adjusted his jacket. He saw K coming over and he put his hand up, indicating that he should stay back. K did. "Don't throw me that shit, Miss. Tamika. Eiri probably did it to get the boy to leave him alone. After all, he's just a piece of ass to him and nothing more. I expect you at the studio tomorrow morning at 9:00 am. If not . . . well. We both know how that goes." He had turned around, indicating that the conversation was over.

As he walked off, K had came over to the woman and had put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. Tohma's just pissed off right now. I don't think he meant half of what was said."

"Either way . . . I have no choice," Marian said, looking at Tohma enter the hospital. "His brother-in-law is one hell of an asshole. I don't know how Eiri puts up with him."

"That's why there's Shuichi."

"Tohma's wrong, you know," she said as she walked toward the hospital. K walked with her, still leaving his hand on her shoulder. She was trembling with rage. "If Eiri didn't put his heart into those lyrics, why would he bother writing the song? He's been asked many times to write lyrics, and doesn't agree to. Doesn't that tell you something?" Her eyes had sparked in anger as she walked through the hospital doors. "What if I sing it, and both of them get pissed at me?"

K sighed. "Calm down. We'll think of something." He had walked over to the check in counter and let Marian's shoulder go. She just stood there as he asked what room Eiri Uesugi was in. When he was denied knowledge, he started banging his hand on the desk. It was then that she put a hand on his shoulder.

"Miss, can you direct me to the room that Mr. Uesugi is in? I'm a friend of his. We came in with Mr. Seguchi and got detained."

The secretary nodded. "Oh, he did say there were others with him. Room 218, on the 3rd floor."

"Arigato," she said as she pulled K off, him scratching his head.

They hurried to the elevator to get to his room. There had to be some clues to piece together who kidnapped Shuichi. And they had only one night to do it, unless they could prolong the recording.