AN: Hey everyone! I am back in the game! Anyhows, people have asked if this will be a happy ending or not, whether Shuichi would end up with Yuki or Jutaru-well-GOOD NEWS! YOU GET TO PICK! For those who care enough, review to me, because till now and to the point where Shuichi has to choose, I'll be counting it up! hahaha. That'll be all! Thankies! One person, can VOTE ONCE A DAY-no cheating! (Though I would if you adore YxS)

Disclaimer: Not even the plot belongs to me so why should Gravitation? The only thing belonging to me are the other events I'm going to throw in and…and Maru! The guideline of this plot by the way is from 'My Best Friend's Wedding' if you haven't seen it, you should watch it. It's hilarious.

Chapter Three:

"Shuichi!"

Shuichi and Yuki looked past the crowd to see Jutaru running towards them, waving like he's lost them for centuries.

"What's up Jutaru?" Shuichi asked, eyes sparkling afterwards when his fiancée held up a box of pocky.

Yuki rolled his eyes; it seemed he was being drowned by that icky love stuff since his arrival from Japan.

"Shu-han. I have great news-" without waiting for Shuichi's reply, Jutaru continued, "Dad wants you to watch the audition of the bands in the studio, my singer Anko's there too, but I just finished telling dad that we just picked up Eiri, so he wants to meet him too. Immediately." Looks like Yuki wouldn't get a chance to choose on this one.

Shuichi's ears perked, "That's great then! Let's go!"

Jutaru followed to the car, "Sorry babe, but I can't. I have some other things to clear up with another band I'm producing. Is that okay?"

Yuki sat silently in the front passenger seat while the air in of lust floated between his ex and his ex's fiancée drowned him. Yuki voluntarily coughed. Was there no end to anything?

"I love you Shuichi." Yuki heard as Shuichi backed the car out.

"Love you too." Shu replied softly and sped away.

"I'm really sorry for dragging you everywhere Yuki!" Shuichi apologized all of sudden, breaking a thirty minute length of silence. He received a nod.

"So aren't you going to tell me?"

"Bout what?"

Sometimes Yuki despised that innocence in Shuichi. "About Jutaru. Him and his family, as a friend don't I need some kind of explanation? Or are you just marrying a stranger."

Shuichi grinned, "We met in the terminal. He was lost because he had just gotten back from Europe with his group and got separated. Then he just started following me around." Shuichi cut off, "But I already told you that! Geez Eiri, don't you ever pay attention?"

"No really." Yuki replied just in time as Shuichi screeched the car to a full stop. Stepping out, the two headed towards a large N-G clone-like building, only with X M R on front. Yuki admired the rich blood colored carpet and gold lined walls.

"Anyways," Shuichi continued as they entered the elevator, "His family owns the whole establishment of XMR. His dad, Mr. Furoda manages all. He's almost like Tohma, just a whole lot nicer."

The two turned a corner and met before a double door. Quietly Shuichi opened the door only to be welcomed by soft rock music. As the two stepped into the dome shaped auditorium, a man with a smiling face and graying light hair turned his head and beckoned for the two.

Shuichi and Yuki quietly came to the front.

"Hi Mr. Furoda." Shuichi whispered, taking a seat next to a smiling old man along with Yuki, "Yuki, this is Mr. Furoda, my father-in law."

"Future-father in law." Yuki corrected.

Mr. Furoda chuckled as he shook Eiri's hand, "Shuichi, you call me dad now. The same for you Eiri Yuki- I've heard so much about you through this boy, and I've sworn my wife is more in love with you than me and my money put together!"

Eiri feigned a smile, "The pleasure is all mine, sir."

Suddenly the lights turned on, and in a great energy, Yuki watched the old man laugh loudly.

"Thank god the audition is over! Damn kids hanging here and thinking they can play! Shuichi, my man, YOU are a true genius. Every band should learn from Bad Luck!"

A group of women certainly out-numbering the men pouted.

"That's not fair Grandfather-you should be on OUR side!"

Yuki shook his head as the young girls were quick to be distracted by him when they glanced at his direction.

"Whoa! Who's the hotty?"

"Yeah Shuichi! Are you cheating on our brother?"

Shuichi quickly began running away from the mob of girls and over to Yuki, "O-Of course not!" He shouted, reddening as the girls giggled hysterically, "everyone, this is Eiri Yuki!" the girls shrieked, recognizing the name in an instance.

"Welcome to the family Eiri!" another elderly man piped in.

Shuichi laughed, "Eiri, that's Namiko and Jayna." He pointed from the twins of girls who he had introduced and to a long dark haired girl, "That's Rem-all three are Jutaru's sister…" he leaned and whispered in Yuki's ears, "Namiko and Jayna are players who just go around spending the men's money, but they're adorably mischievous. Rem the genius of the family. They're inseparable." Shuichi stirred the blonde to the left, pointing at the man that had spoken last, "That's Mr. Wels, and over there is his wife Jane talking to Mrs. Furoda and Ms. Anako." Yuki looked over when Shuichi pointed to three more girls, cousins of Jutaru and lastly to an orange haired lady who was a few inches shorter than Yuki, introduced as Anko.

"Hello!" She greeted nicely when introduced. A female version of Jutaru it would seem. "Visiting?" she asked, bowing lowly-as she was educated to Japanese traditions.

Yuki nodded and took a drink from the mini bar as Shuichi was held back by the other old women. By then Yuki realized Shuichi was eyeing them from afar while the twins Namiko and Jayna prevented him still to going over to them.

Jutaru's cousins started playing a soft song, and Yuki, obviously bored, knew he just HAD to mess with Shuichi's mind.

"Would you care to dance?" Yuki asked, bowing half way with an arm swept upwards to the dance floor while the other reached out for the shy Anko.

"S-sure." Anko said and took his hand, going along with him as Yuki closed them together with the music.

Shuichi dropped his conversation and shouted, "Yuki! Anko doesn't like to dance!" he made a grab for Yuki when the novelist smiled a little,

"Shuichi, let Anko have some fun with me." He turned his back, "Let me dance with the prettiest woman in the room. She looks good on her feet." And by then Anko was so red, her hair was shamed. She almost died when Yuki wrapped his arms around her waist.

The novelist had seen that flicker of fire in Shuichi's eyes. That fire of jealousy…and he liked it well enough to tolerate the poor used girl. Eiri kept his back away from everyone as they all cheered playfully at the display of the good girl getting a good dose of Yuki's profanity.

When the song ended, Yuki turned to see what Shuichi was doing when…he realized he was gone.

"Mr. Furoda…where is Shuichi?" Yuki politely asked. Worried that he may have pushed too far.

"He left a little while ago," Jutaru's father said, puffing a cigar, he added, "If you go now, you might catch up to him."

And without another word, Yuki excused himself and briskly walked out the room, down the hall, around the corner and just in time to catch the closing door of an elevator.

"Leave me behind will you?"

Shuichi blinked. It would seem he was on the phone with Jutaru.

"Okay. Yeah…bye. I love you too." Yuki felt a pang of pain when Shuichi added an 'I' at the beginning of it. He could tell the boy wished he hadn't gotten off when silence began to dictate over.

"Sorry. It was too loud."

"Sorry." Yuki mumbled, and before Shuichi could gasp, he growled, "I know. Next time I won't go dance with anyone when you tell me not to."

"Wah-" Shuichi giggled, "Yuki, that's not it. I was just surprise to see a caring side of you!"

'Caring?'

"You see," Shuichi continued, "I've never seen you so calm like just now in there…and it surprised me that you held her."

It took Yuki a second to figure out what Shuichi was saying until the boy said,

"It got me thinking that I miss Jutaru already. He's hardly around since he proposed to me because he's trying to fix everything before we married. I miss him because he would have held me in there like that the way you did to Anko." Shuichi raised his eye lashes and brought his lips to a smile…until he saw Yuki's furrowed brows. "Yuki?" Shu asked.

Eiri hesitated, staring at the elevator buttons.

"Shu…Shuichi, when…well, when…" God, why couldn't he say it? "When we were…"

"Together." Shuichi finished, staring intently at Yuki.

"Yes. Did…did I- I mean-"

"No." Shuichi said.

Yuki and the singer met eyes as Shuichi repeated firmly,

"No. You've never held me like that when we were together." Shuichi didn't break his eye contact with Yuki, "When we were with each other, you hated the idea of me hanging all over you. You didn't return my hugs or danced with me like that….let alone agree with it." Finally Shuichi looked away. He laughed softly causing the elevator to echo in his voice, " ironic isn't it? Jutaru never passed the moment whenever he could touch me. He let me hold on to him for as long as I wanted…and he never pushed me away.

Eiri couldn't bring himself to get the joke when Shuichi chirped lastly,

"So unlike Eiri!" and unable to inquire what he meant, the elevator opened.

"Let's go Yuki!" he cheered, all the tense moment dissolving into space as Shuichi dragged him out.

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On the way back to pick up Jutaru, Shuichi's EX figured out two things. One, from the brat's incessant talk, Jutaru was XMR's heir, and two, Jutaru was the kind of man who was neat in everything, respectful and…never been to a public club at night-and never planned to.

Yes. It's Jutaru's lucky day.

By the time they had Jutaru in the back seat, Yuki had somehow convinced Shuichi to take him and Jutaru to a club in the most subtle way.

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"Club!" Shuichi shouted, running from the shadows and entering a bright colored warehouse. As soon as he walked in, he spotted what seemed like- "Karaoke!" the brat shouted, dashing right in front of the machine where an empty table called out to them. Shuichi dragged Yuki and Jutaru along too.

Unfortunate for a certain fiancée, a certain best friend caught sight of his nervous glances all around as the uptown boy found himself right next to the karaoke machine.

Ah-sweet New York.

"Sirs, what will you drink?" a waiter asked.

Simultaneously, Yuki and Shuichi said, "Margaritas-"

Shuichi grinned, "No salt."

"Straight up." Yuki finished.

Shuichi burst into a laughing fit while Yuki chuckled-partly because of Jutaru's sudden confidence loss.

"I just remembered Shuichi," Yuki grinned, "Your first time in a club do you remember?"

Shuichi's laugh became louder.

"We had to order juice for you-what was it, apple cider?"

Shuichi and Yuki burst into a fit of laugh until a crazed woman handed Jutaru the microphone.

"Sing for us babe." She cooed, showing it to Jutaru while the man frantically tried to utter excuses-shaking his head as fast as he can.

Shuichi smiled and took the microphone. Standing up, he announced, "Hey guys! My husband to be will-"

Yuki smiled his own inwardly when he heard Jutaru-clutching unto Shu's wrist- protest, "No-no. Shuichi."

The novelist smiled and decided to come for the sad man's rescue; bonking Shuichi on the head, Yuki took the mic from the other's hand and glowered at him.

"Brat. He doesn't want to sing." Yuki mentally shook his head when Jutaru relaxed and fixed him a smile of thanks.

"Owie." Shuichi whined.

Yuki closed the microphone to his mouth, "ladies and gentlemen, I'm proud to present to you your best vocals for tonight-" he saw Jutaru's eyes dart to Shuichi, "Jutaru Furoda!"

Yuki grinned back at the gaping man. How evil. So gullible. Yuki thought.

Suddenly everyone clapped, even as Jutaru glared at the people-and finally, he was left no choice but to stand while nervously glancing from Yuki to Shuichi.

"I adore a man who can sing!" Shuichi boasted, and frankly, Yuki had to agree when he and the singer were together…Shuichi had sang so many songs for him, even Yuki developed his own musical voice.

"But I can't sing-Shuichi!"

Yuki interrupted before the smaller man took pity. "Jutaru-kun, you won't learn if you don't practice." And that was that. Jutaru blushed deeply when the song started its first few notes.

I just don't know what to do with myself

The club fell silent. The sharp eyed, pale haired Yuki glanced down on the table. Sure Karaoke's were for people who can't sing…but the way Jutaru had carried the first note was just horrid!

I don't know what to do with myself,

Planning everything for two,

Everything with you-and now that we're through…

I just don't know what to do with myself.

Yuki's smirk had completely vanished as he glanced at how intense Shuichi stared at Jutaru. And the man became more confident-

I just don't know what to do with myself, I don't know what to do with myself,

Movies, only make me sad.

Parties make me feel bad

Cause I'm not with you…

I just don't know what to do!

"Whoo!" Shuichi began, clapping his hands with the last crudely sang note.

Surprisingly, others began to join in-and everything Yuki had hoped for, that maybe would lose a fraction bit of interest with Jutaru…was suddenly crushed as the fiancée towered over Shuichi,

"I want my prize." He said, and brought their lips together.

Yuki diverted his attention away from the scene as he was force to remember when Shuichi belonged to him.

Like a summer rose

Needs the sun and rain

I need your sweet love

To beat away.

The time when only him could kiss the boy with that much fervor.

AN: I couldn't help but put in that song! It's by Nicky Holland called: I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself.' Anywho, please review? And don't forget to send in your vote! (suggestions too if you have any) That'll be all! Thanks!