Forbidden Fruit

By Fiorae

Author's Notes: Thanks again for all the reviews. Yay, chapter three. I'm updating this story quickly before I loose all the ideas that randomly pop into my head. I know my writing style can be a little hard to understand at times, as pointed out in a review. I'm sorry, I'll try to improve on it. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.


Chapter Three: Rumors Spread

"One Minute!"

Hiro frowned, watching the door. What was taking Shuichi so long?

"Nakano-san, if they don't get here soon, we'll have to do it without them ..." Fujisaki muttered. Noriko sighed.

"I hope those two didn't meet up somewhere. Given Ryuichi's current love struck state I can't guarantee Shuichi's safety ... nor innocence ..." she mumbled under her voice. Hiro flinched at her words. So she was aware of their current situation as well. Apparently Seguchi nor Fujisaki had any clue of it though.

"30 seconds!"

"Come on, Ryuichi-san ..." Tohma mumbled, eyes fixed on the door. Ryuichi always got to interviews just in time, even if it was by a few seconds. He'd always make his dramatic entrance by bursting into the room. But this time, it didn't look like that would be the case.

"10 seconds!"


"We're almost there, Shu-chan!" Ryuichi called over his shoulder. Shuichi was struggling to keep up with the fast moving man, basically being dragged. He looked over the other's shoulder. The interview room was just ahead ...

"We're gonna make it!" Shuichi laughed. Ryuichi grinned.

"Of course! This is our dramatic entrance!"


"5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ..."

"Yahoo! Ryu-chan here!"

Everyone gasped as Ryuichi burst into the room holding a numb looking Shuichi like a football. The reporter, a slim woman with shoulder length brown hair, smiled warmly.

"You two just made it," she laughed.

Ryuichi, still holding Shuichi's hand, lead him over to the couch. Tohma noticed their locked hands, raising his eyebrows in surprise. He watched as they sat down together between Hiro and Noriko.

'That's interesting ...' he thought.

The reporter picked up her microphone. "Hello, and I'm here live with the up and coming group, Bad Luck, and the musical legends, Nittle Grasper. Both groups have agreed to a Q and A session about their recent joint concert. So, I guess we'll start with Bad Luck. What was it like working with Nittle Grasper?"

Hiro laughed, shooting a quick smirk at Fujisaki. The youngest member twitched uncomfortably.

"Well, there was this one time Noriko-chan and I thought it'd be cool if Seguchi-san and Suguru-chan played their keyboards half naked on stage."

"What's funny though is that Tohma-kun actually agreed!" Noriko laughed. The president of NG turned an interesting shade of red.

"Noriko-chan!" he gasped out. While he was blushing, Fujisaki had gone completely white from shock. The reporter laughed.

"It seems you all have gotten closer during this project. What about you, Shindo-sa ...Shindo-san, are you and Sakuma-san holding hands?"

Shuichi blinked. He looked down between him and Ryuichi to see their hands were indeed locked. He quickly let go, blushing. Ryuichi glanced at Shuichi's red face, the at the reporter.

"Shu-chan and Ryu-chan get lost easy so we hold hands so we don't get seperated," he said, childish self taking over. The reporter stared at them a moment, then nodded.

"So you and Shindo-san have become very close during this project?"

"Hai! We're close like this!" Ryuichi laughed, latching onto Shuichi's neck. Shuichi turned a bright shade of red.

"R-ryuichi-kun!" he gasped. The reporter squeled.

"Eh, you're calling him Ryuichi-kun now! Does Yuki-san know about this?"

"Oy, don't jump to conclusions!" Shuichi cried at the reporter. Tohma, who had regained his posture, spoke up.

"Shindo-san is correct. You're asking us about the concert, right?" he said cooly, that dangerous smile on his face. The reporter nodded quickly.

"Forgive me. Well, on with the interview ..."

The rest of the interview went relatively smoothly. The reporter avoided questions that would some how lead to a discussion on Shuichi and Ryuichi's love life, much to the cotton candy haired boy's relief. But he couldn't shake the feeling something bad was going to happen..


After a few days passed and nothing ominous happened, Shuichi began to calm down. Maybe everyone believed Ryuichi's spur of the moment excuse for their holding hands. And maybe Yuki would dance around in a dress to their new song. More odd than anything, Shuichi hadn't seen nor heard from Ryuichi since the interview. He was beginning to miss him ...

"Maybe ... I'll go to his apartment," he decided on his way home that afternoon. Yuki would be getting back anytime soon and he didn't want to be around when he arrived. It'd give him time to think about what he would say to him and how he would ...break up with him.

After their encounter in the bathroom the day of the interview, Shuichi couldn't stop thinking about Ryuichi. He saw him everywhere, in everything he looked at. Heared his voice in the back of his mind, calling his name. It was such a refreshing, mystical feeling that he'd never experienced with anyone else, not even Yuki. It had to be what love felt like.

He'd only been to Ryuichi's apartment once, but he made sure never to forget the way there. It actually wasn't far from Yuki's place, only a five minute walk really. He found himself in front of it sooner than he thought.

"The last door on this hall I think ..." he mumbled to himself as he walked. What would he say to Ryuichi? He planned to tell him that he was breaking up with Yuki. But what else ...? Should he say he was in love with him, when he wasn't really to sure of it himself?

Slowly, hesitantly, he rang the door bell. After a moment, he heard footsteps approaching and the door creaked open. Ryuichi stood before him, looking like he'd just woken from hibernation. His eyes were dazed and his hair was messy. He didn't seem quite aware of who was at his door until Shuichi spoke.

"Ryu-chan ..."

Ryuichi's eyes slowly lit up, taking on their stage form. He smiled at Shuichi then motioned for him to come inside.

"It's been a few days. I've missed you," he whispered as Shuichi stepped inside. Shuichi looked at the ground.

"I thought I should tell you ... Yuki's coming back today ..." He saw the flicker of anger in Ryuichi's eyes before it vanished. He sighed deeply.

"I guess that means our little affair has to stop ... right?"

"I'm going to break up with him," Shuichi said, watching Ryuichi for a reaction. He got what he thought, a surprised expression.

"Really ...? Shuichi, really?" Ryuichi asked in disbelief. Shuichi nodded.

"I can't say for certain if what I'm feeling for you now is love, Ryuichi-kun. But ... I know I don't love Yuki anymore ... And I ..."

Ryuichi pressed a finger to Shuichi's lips, silencing him. Strong arms reached out and wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

"I want to help you figure out your feelings, Shuichi ..." he whispered. Slowly, he pressed his lips to the younger man's softly at first, then slightly harder as he deepened the kiss. He slipped a hand under Shuichi's shirt, rubbing his back. Shuichi moaned into the kiss as he tried to pull himself closer to the other's body.

It was getting clearer to him. He really was in love with Ryuichi.

He felt week in the knees. Slowly the two made their way to the couch. Shuichi lied out flat with Ryuichi above him. He moved from his lips down to his neck, suckling gently. Shuichi gasped and whimpered. He squirmed beneath the older man as the pleasure built up in him.

Both were so engorged with passion, they failed to hear the apartment door clank open.

"Ryuichi-san."

Ryuichi froze. Slowly he and Shuichi looked to the door. Tohma stared back at them, holding a newspaper in his hand. He looked first at the cover, then back at the two vocalists.

"So, I guess the media was right for once," he said, smiling.

Chapter Three End


Author's Note: Oh no, Tohma knows! What will happen now? How will Yuki take the break up! All will be answered if you review me and encourage me to right more! Pretty please!