Just a Show

Chapter Four:

Chemistry on the Set

The warmness surrounded him as he awoke, filling a soft material against his skin, Shuichi eyes fluttered open to see a blanket covering his body. His natural thought was that: Hiro must have brought me a blanket, but then…I'm not at Hiro's, I am not even at my own place. A smile slowly made its way on his face, as the realization dawned on him. Maybe the bastard isn't as bad as I thought. The singer then flipped the cover off himself, and with on a yawn he set his feet on the ground. He stretched his arms out, before stumbling towards the shower.
Eiri needed a coffee… bad. He hadn't slept at all last night and was in current need of a huge wake up call. Since his muse was whispering in his ear at the moment and did not want him to waste his precious time on such a needless thing as sleep. He trudged down the hall, hearing the sound of water rushing downward, surprised him for a moment until he realized… the brat. Suddenly another sound was heard— but it was so much more glorious— from the bathroom, no wondered why Tohma is keeping him. The voice was soothing and seductive, Eiri could almost see the man in his mind right now: Water rushing onto his naked body, his hands lathering those luscious pink locks with some kind of fruit soap and…What the hell am I thinking… He looked downward to see the bulge in his pants… What the fuck! I need to get laid if that brat is turning me on just by showering.Yuki shook his head before heading back towards the coffee pot.
Shuichi stepped out of the bathroom fully clothed. "Alright, time for breakfast!" He announced cheerfully as he walked towards the kitchen before stopping for a moment as he quickly remembered one of Yuki's rules. "Well, I guess I could order something…maybe I'll order something for both of us. Wonder what he likes?"

After inhaling his breakfast, he contemplated on whether he should bug the man who was currently in his study. Not wanting to make the man mad, when he was finally being nice to him, Shuichi thought, Perhaps I'll leave him a note. So he found a piece of paper, and scribbled something, leaving the note on a coffee table before taking off for work that day.

The phone was ringing rather loudly, which was causing this sensation to arise in Eiri… Irritation. Walking away from his precious laptop for a moment he made his way over to the phone. He yanked it off the receiver, briefly looking at the caller ID before answering, "What do you want Mizuki?"

"Aren't we in a lovely mood this afternoon?" she teased. "Suppose the recent fiasco press hasn't helped with your attitude at all, though it seems to be helping with your career."

"Do I have to ask again? What the fuck do you want?"

"Yes, I was wondering how the first chapter was coming along and if you would like to discuss it over lunch this afternoon."

"Hmm, I'm passed the first chapter, so perhaps going over it with you wouldn't be a problem. Our usual place at 1:00," without a goodbye he hung up the phone.

Mizuka stared at the phone in her hand and looked over to her guest, "His rudeness never ceases to amaze me."

"Yes," the other woman agreed who well-manicured nails wrapped around a glass of wine, "I suppose he wouldn't be any other way; even if happiness finds its way he can't go back to that place in time where he was just an innocent happy boy."

"I suppose not," Mizuki agreed. "I'll see if I can get any signs that our plan is really working."

"I'm sure it is working, though most of this depends on that little idiot." The woman lit up a cigarette after setting her glass down, "and I have yet to decide if he is worth putting my faith in."

"Well, we will just have to see. Are you ready for your next move?"

"Yes, I am." The other woman took in the nicotine.

"Well, I'll be seeing Yuki Eiri this afternoon, I'll let you know how it goes, bye."

Yuki looked downward to see the note and a tiny smile made its way on his face, now that Shuichi was out of sight. He quickly shook it off, "That idiot is too nice for his own good."

Thank you for bringing me a blanket! I was so tired last night I didn't care how cold I was, so thanks. Anyhow there's breakfast, don't worry I ordered it. 'Your precious Kitchen is safe you mean guy. (crossed out).

"Hmm... Well maybe he isn't too nice after all." Why do I feel like I've seen this handwriting before?

Suguru and Hiro watched in amazement as Shuichi flew passed everyone, flipping over chairs, table, and anything in his way.

"Where are they?" he wondered going through a stack of papers on the table. Sakano was behind him, chasing down every piece paper that the pink-haired singer tossed aside.

"Shindo-san, please!" pleading as he dove under the table for another paper. "These are very important!" He went for another.

Shuichi stopped and turned to his band mates who were giving him a strange look. He noted the aftermath of his rampage. Not a single thing was in its place, "Sorry," he said, looking at his feet in embarrass state, he shifted from one foot to another. "I…I lost my lyrics." Sakano tossed the papers aside.

"I'm going to die a slow painful torturous death, oh no! But I deserve to die. I have failed! Failed miserably." The producer made his way to a window, but before he could even open it up, Hiro and Suguru yanked him away.

"What do you mean you lost the lyrics?" the keyboardist growled, "We are supposed to have those songs done in an impossible amount of time and you…" Letting go of his grip of Sakano, Suguru made his way towards Shuichi. Hiro also let go, and Sakano hit the floor too amazed by the situation unfolding before him to remember he was trying to die. "You are such an idiot."

"I know!" Shuichi admitted still staring at the ground. Hiro put a hand on Suguru's shoulder, ready to hold him back. "I don't remember what I did with them, I've been so inspired lately too, I was just…," Then it hit him, "I left them at Yuki's," with that he flew out of the studio, leaving everyone staring at each other.

K came in the room. "What just happened?" He pulled out two guns. "And why are you not working?" Click. A gun was pointed at the two boys' head, left standing.

"What are these?" Yuki looked down at the scribbling hand writing. Must be the brat's…Wait I already know what his handwriting looks like…well I just did see a note from him earlier. He read the words on the paper it appeared to be some lyrics for a song. "If you can call them that, these are…horrible…well…unfortunately I've seen worse, but how can Tohma let this brat write his own lyrics, if there this horrible?"

A pair of golden eyes with a frozen heart,

Ripping into my soul

Why do I desire such a thing?

It's cruel of the fates to have put such a longing inside of me

For such a person like this,

But I do desire it from the depths of my soul

That is tearing apart at the seams

"The metaphor here is pathetic. 'Frozen heart'. Who the fuck hasn't use that one? Oh and why the fuck does everyone whine to the fates?" Never mind the fact, that one of his characters would eventually do such a thing. "'Depths of my soul'. Oh fuck, I can't even have fun tearing these apart, they are so horrible." He let the lyrics go and just as he did that, Shuichi flew in to see them falling to the ground.

Quickly grabbing them, he smiled and mumbled something that might have been "Thank you very much" - but sounded more like "Thayoumuch" - before leaving Yuki, completely astonished. Is that speed normal for a human being?

The phone rang, Yuki checked caller idea ID. "The devil," noting it was Tohma.

The band immediately went to work after Shuichi returned. Suguru and Hiro worked on some composition for the lyrics, while it seemed the pink-haired brat was writing non-stop.

K watched in amazement, standing next to Sakano. They were watching the boys on video, "So far so good, this show is very interesting."

"Yes, for now. But it also seems Shuichi is getting completely emotionally involved, which could have an undesirable affect in the long run," The producer remarked. "I mean it cost him his heart, which in turn could very well take away his desire for music, since he puts so much of his heart into it."

"Well, then we will just have to make sure whoever takes his heart takes good care of it."

"And you think Yuki-san is the one for that."

"Maybe not, but I have a way to know for sure," K adjusted the guns in his hosteler.

"Sakuma-san." Sankano stated. "Are you sure involving him is a good idea."

"No clue, but it will be one hell of a show." Pulling out a gun with a grin, he pointed at a paper cup in front of him.

"This is fun for you, isn't it?" Sakano adjusted his glasses and in slightly panicked voice he added, "This is a nightmare for me." K shot the paper cup.

"Hell yeah!"

Mizuki sat in front of him sipping at her coffee, cross-legged and confident. She was one of the few people that had mastered some control over Yuki Eiri, not much but enough to piss him off.

He sat down and waved down at a waitress, who appeared wide-eyed with pure joy. He didn't even think about it, "a cup of coffee please." Holding tightly to her notepad, she nodded slowly and bit her lip to keep from squealing in joy. Then she disappeared.

"So, did you bring the first chapter?" Mizuki inquired, her hands on her lap as she smiled at him, brightly. Both ignorant of the girls chatting with delight as they peered through the window.

"No." She frowned a little, and then he pulled out a stack of papers from his briefcase. Immediately, she went through it causing her frown to turn into a small 'O' as she noted he finished not one but three chapters.

Arms crossed, he smirked, but not for long because Mizuki put back on her smile.

"I see that boy really is good for you."

"What are you talking about? This is all my stuff."

"Looks like you got a new muse Yuki-san. How is he, by the way? Hmm?"

"The brat? I suppose he is fine." He replied nonchalantly, lighting up a cigarette.

"You already got a nickname for him," Mizuki put her hands together, "How cute!"

"That isn't a nickname, that's what I call the baka because that's what he is." I don't know why you have such an interest in my love life, but it is pissing me off."

"You are becoming offensive, you never done that before."

"Believe what you want," removing his cigarette, he stared directly at her, "you have your manuscript, and I am leaving."

"Yuki-san," he looked downward to see a somewhat broken pair of blue eyes.

"What?" he took another puff of smoke, and Mizuki watched with an amusement. "I need to get home."

"Oh…well…you really are so cool as they say…but…I…we." Yuki was really starting to get annoyed, he started to walk away from the girl.

"Yuki-san, wait, we have to know! Are you cheating on Shindo-san?" Frozen, his eyebrows started twitching. His editor's laughter was floating through the air, which just enraged him more.

"What are you talking about?" he slightly sneered. The girl appeared a little frightened, backing down away from him.

"Well, you are here with a woman and not him." She managed with as much confidence she could muster. Mizuki burst into full laughter.

"Just because I am here with a woman doesn't mean I'm cheating on the brat," he growled slightly throw the charming smile he gave. "I'm just here on business."

"So it's true," she whispered to herself. He began to leave, "You are in love with Shindo-san." All the sudden, eyes were on him. From every direction, fangirls began to pop out of really strange places, some from behind tables, some bushes, and others he had no fucking clue, but they were eyeing him like he was prey. He never ran so hard in his life.

That bastard Tohma can't believe he talked me into this. I hate crowds, I hate concerts…hell I hate J-pop bands. A bunch of hot guys pretending they can sing and a bunch of horny girls trying to get to them. He smoked a cigarette then looked up to see that A.S.K. was almost done. The band that had been Tohma's number one priority until he brought Bad Luck in and was now doing opening acts under another label. Apparently there was a bit of a fallout with Tohma himself, that did not end well for the band, though Yuki hadn't a clue nor care what it was about.

He watched as the band got off stage; people seemed to like them enough, but they didn't nearly go as crazy after Bad Luck had been announced. Thought they were having problems getting attention, they seem pretty popular to me. It seemed as though everyone was high off of the concert.

Bad Luck stepped on the stage… well Shuichi jumped onto it, immediately gripping the microphone. His enthusiasm seemed to make the crowd go even wilder. Yuki stood back, staying next to the exit in case he decided that he wanted the hell out of there, which was more likely than not.

"Hello everyone! This is Bad Luck!" Shuichi yelled in the microphone, "And I hope you are ready to rock." Everyone screamed. "Aw, come on!" he pouted a little, "I can't hear you, don't you love me?" The crowd screamed louder. "Yeah" he jumped up, throwing a fist in the air. "Let's go!" He looked over to his best friend who took his cue and began to move his fingers in a pattern over his guitar that made music flow. Followed by Suguru, whose fingers danced on the keyboard. Shuichi began to sway to the beat.

Yuki now knew what was so great about these concerts. He is pretty damn sexy. What the Fuck?

Shuichi was wearing tight black shorts revealing his toned legs. A bright orange shirt hung loosely off his body, along with a bright yellow trench coat. He also wore black gloves as he sang seductively. The boy's lyrics still sucked.

Pretty boy with the harsh words on his lips,

What makes you so wanted by one as warm as me?

Words fall off your tongue like daggers

Trying to cut at everyone you know

And I dodge them

But how long can I do so?

When I can't walk away

A force is keeping us together.

At this moment violet eyes caught golden ones, and Shuichi stumbled on the next line a bit as he thought: He is here.

It binds us perhaps…

Yuki couldn't help but think what an idiot the brat was. Now he understood why the brat was having problems selling all his records.

This cruel thing won't let us go

And yet if I could I wouldn't anyway

Though, there is no reason to hang around

This hope of for this illusion to come into reality

Makes me cling onto you

For all I see now is I want to be with

You.

Yuki now had a full understanding of why people wasted money on such things as these. Though, he still didn't enjoy them that much. Taking another smoke, he thought about how much energy one boy had.

Wonder if he'll have that much energy in bed.

Shuichi was so surprised to see Yuki there, but more surprise to see how much of a high it given him in his performance once he regained his composure. The song had become more beautiful, stronger, and more meaningful than originally. Completely in sync with the music, his body moved into a more seductive sway.

Tohma watched with a smile, things were exactly the way he wanted them to. Shuichi seemed to be responding well to Yuki, even more so was Eiri Yuki himself. Mizuki said the chapter he submitted had been on a path of being better than anything the novelist had written before. Now Tohma just had one more thing to really boast the concert tonight. He smiled looking over to Ryuichi who was more than eager to get back out there.

"Sakano," Tohma called, coming into the stage. There seemed to be a man lingering in the shadows behind.

"Coming sir." Leaving K behind and going up to his boss.

"I need you to make an announcement," he handed the producer a card. Sakano looked surprised. Does the boss know what 'K-san and I are up to? If he doesn't, then why…

"Sir, are you sure?" Gazing upward while he asked.

"Yes, he is no da!" Ryuichi stepped out from the shadows, holding Kumagurou in his arms. "We come to shine, shine, shine, too."

"Mr. Sakuma!" he bowed politely before heading onto the stage. "I will get on this right now."

Shuichi still had his eyes on Yuki and was about to break into another song, when he saw his producer coming from behind the curtain. Confusion hit him as the man approached closer and it seemed to be slowing seeping through the audience as well. When Sakano was standing next to him, he covered the microphone. "Uh... Sakano, what are you doing here?" he whispered in his ear.

The audience had grown quiet waiting to see what was going on. Eiri had gone through another cigarette, Tohma's up to something.

"Alright…" Shuichi agreed with his producer stepping away from the microphone. Sakano had a somber expression on his face, talking in front of crowds really wasn't his thing. That was why he preferred the behind the scenes job he had, but occasionally had to get in front of people, such as for press conferences.

"Ryuichi Sakuma will be joining Bad Luck tonight."

A roar rose from the crowd after Sakano disappeared and Ryuichi Sakuma stepped out onto the stage. He was wearing tight black pants and a green vest; he was totally sexual. And if Tatsuha was here right now, Yuki would be wiping drool off his suit.

Shuichi's jaw probably could reach the ground for a moment as he stared at his idol, who wanted to sing with him. This was a dream that came true!

What an idiot Yuki rolled his eyes.

Ryuichi Sakuma stepped next to Shuichi, "Do you know this song? Kumagouro said you would." He pulled out a music sheet of one of his most popular songs. The pink-haired baka nodded with complete joy. "Good, let's sing, shall we?" The former Nitter Grasper lead singer grinned.

Yuki didn't think the brat could do any better, but with damn good lyrics and that idiot Sakuma-san by his side, he sounded like a hot angel gone bad (in a sexy way of course). The affect that the former singer of Nitter Grasper had on Shuichi was amazing. Their voices blended in perfectly together, but that wasn't the best part…no… it seemed that the pink-haired man became just as hot as his idol, maybe hotter. The effect of two hot singers had on the audience was overwhelming grand.

Yet the effect on Yuki wasn't so grand, he could feel a suddenly seething angry inside of him, as Shuichi leaned on Ryuichi.

Shuichi had never been on such a high in his entire life than after the concert. Singing with his idol had been absolutely perfect, yet… that wasn't the only thing that put him on such high. He wondered why Yuki Eiri had such an effect on him, just as much or maybe more than Ryuichi. It wasn't like he never missed a line before, but Yuki had been the only one to take his mind off the music completely, even if it was just a second.

"Your lyrics are horrendous as to be expected. You popstars don't know a damn thing about the arts." Shuichi turned away from the mirror to see the beautiful blonde standing in the doorway. He glared at him.

"How dare…"

The novelist removed the cigarette in his mouth and coolly stated, "Your singing was… tolerable."

"Really?" Shuichi suddenly went from angry to cheerful in a second. It was surprising how the boy could change moods so quickly.

"I don't repeat myself, anyhow I got work to do." He stopped for a moment, "Did you eat dinner?"

"No," the singer shook his head, "haven't had time."

"That's what you get for saying you can do the impossible." He took a smoke.

"I know, I just couldn't think of anything else." For some reason Shuichi felt so vulnerable, perhaps it was the new feelings he had yet to have time to fully understand. Why does his opinion matter to me so much? Why does he get me so easily riled? I mean... I know my lyrics aren't that great but does he have to be such a bastard about (it)? Well, he did kind of admit I was a good singer. Why does that make me feel so good? Hiro has been telling me how great I am for years, then suddenly this guy shows up and tells me I'm not, and I believe him. Why? Even Tohma thinks I got great potential, but…yet I still care more about Yuki's opinion.

"Hey brat, I'm talking to you."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"I suppose for your lack of brilliance that was a decent excuse for why I would go on a date with you, anyhow if you get that damn glitter off I'll take you to eat."

"Alright," with that, Yuki left.

Another Date. Well… not really. Yuki was just taking him out for dinner. They sat there, not saying anything until they ordered. Finally, the silence was driving Shuichi nuts so he did what he always does: babble.

"Work today was the same as always, though it was full of a lot of questions. I do wonder if we are making this believable, because everyone is curious. I guess I can't blame them, since I never dated anyone before, but I told you that before. Wasn't that the problem last time? I don't remember, I don't…,"

"Shut up." Eiri slammed his hands on the table, getting several people's attention, "I can't stand your babbling, it's pissing me off."

"I didn't mean...," Shuichi wanted to cry, he was trying, he really was. He was tired of being angry at Yuki. He just wanted him to like him and that hurt, because he knew it wasn't possible.

Eiri sighed. He couldn't really blame the brat, he must have been bored. Sighing, "I am only going to say this once, so listen." The lead singer of Bad Luck nodded his head. "I understand this can't be easy for you but this is who I am. I am not lovey dovey, I am not nice, and I'm very easily annoyed, but I… don't expect you to change either… so don't take the stuff I say to heart, it's not personally it's just the way I am."

Shuichi smiled softly and that smile made Yuki want to smile as well.

"Everyone in position," K whispered in his walkie talkie, watching the video feed in his van, along with Sakano.

"Hai," everyone replied.

"Alright, Suki, action." A young girl with blue hair moved from outside of the kitchen of the restaurant. She gasped, raising both lovers' attention as well as the others in the room.

"Oh my gosh!" she brought both hands to her cheeks, her green eyes sparkling. "Aw! The cutest couple ever! It's Yuki Eiri and Shuichi Shindo!" Pointing at them caused panic to rise inside Yuki. He grabbed the brat's arm, just in time to see the raging storm of fangirls coming after them.

"Damn," Yuki groaned, "I really was hungry too."

"What's happening, slow down!"

"Aw," the squeals were really getting on his nerves, as well as doing permanent ear damage Yuki was sure.

"Not a good idea brat," The novelist said as they ran down an alley, "Those fangirls look deadly."

"Well, couldn't we have just given an autograph or something?" the man with pink hair suggested as he tried to hold onto his so called lover's hand for dear life.

"Brat, don't you get it? Those kinds of fans wouldn't have been just satisfied with an autograph. Hell they probably wouldn't have be satisfied with locking us in a closet, and having us to themselves." He pulled out a cigarette as they finally stopped to catch their breath.

"That sounds scary!"

"Aren't you used to having fans, brat? There were no empty seats at your concert."

"Yeah, nice of you to notice, but a lot of people go to concerts of people they barely heard of. Friend of friend thing."

"Yeah, but everyone seemed to love you."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, good job Suki," K congratulated. "Now, time for your show, Kazuka." The reporter smirked.

"Oh and I shall make sure it is a good performance."

"I have discovered Yuki Eiri and Shuichi Shindo out on a lover's getaway."

"Lover's getaway?" Shuichi mumbled, looking up at the cameras that surrounded them and the handful of reporters that had microphones in their faces. "I would think we have better taste."

"Hmph, me yes, you no." Yuki stated.

"Yuki Eiri, is this your lover?" One of the reporters inquired, bright eyes gleaming hopefully at the couple as she shoved the microphone into his face. He just glared at her.

"Shuichi, how long have you two been together?" another reporter asked.

"Um, we… have… we are... I mean..." The confused little brat played with his hands.

The blonde man rolled his golden eyes before wrapping an arm around Shuichi, then he leaned in and took his other hand to turn the brat's head towards his.

Their lips touched lightly at first. Considering this was the brat's first kiss, the cold-hearted bastard actually decided to be gentle before putting in his tongue down his throat.

Shuichi also hoped that his first kiss would be good, but he knew better than to actually believe that would happen. Yet, right now, he didn't know much about kissing, all he knew was that it felt so wonderful. He supposed that was all he needed to know, as he wrapped his arms around Yuki.

When they broke apart, flashes were seen everywhere and reporters were babbling stuff, but Shuichi was in complete bliss, so he didn't hear a word until Yuki spoke.

"Yes, we are lovers." The novelist then bent down for another kiss.

Author's Commentary:
So what did you think? My editor loved it and she had a lot more work this time on this. Hopefully, all the errors are gone now. My favorite scene in this chapter has to be the final! Anyhow there were a lot additions which is why it took so long, the whole Shuichi forgetting his lyrics thing was not the original plan, of course the mysterious woman was not in the original plan at all, and K bringing the reporters was the last add in.

Next Chapter: Ayaka and Mika try to force Yuki's hand, while Shuichi is wondering about the kiss and Tohma is starting to second guess his own plan.

General Note

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