A/N: HI! Thanks for all the reviews. I hope you enjoy this chapter. WARNING: Sit down when you read the last bit :P. UNBETA-ED or PROOFREAD.
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Chapter 2: Questions
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Hiroshi Nakano was the guitarist of Bad Luck and best friend of Shuichi Shindou. He was tall, handsome and wonderfully talented in both music and academics. It might seem to have been a dilemma for this genius to choose his path in life, but as per usual, the moment he met the pink ball of energy, things changed. All of a sudden, his entire life seemed to surround the small boy. Accompanying him to stardom, making music and shining in the background were just the tip of the ice berg.
Now, it seemed, he was his best friend's love consultant too. Who would have ever thought?
It was a little after noon and during the lunch break of the band, who now gathered in the NG studios cafeteria and waiting in line for their turn at the buffet table.
Suguru Fujisaki, the third and final member of Bad Luck was as per usual, reading off from the band's most recent musical score and sifting out the imperfections that could be further...well, perfected.
Hiroshi on the other hand was eyeing his best friend with a concerned look. Shuichi had been completely out of character since that morning. The pink ball had burst into the studios an hour earlier than he usually did and yet was breathing hard as though as he had just completed a marathon. And not only that, the boy had been out of sorts since the moment they had begun recording. Shuichi had apologised for forgotten lines for near to about a thousand times and sometimes even paused for no absolute reason at all. Both his band members and even some of the staff and noticed something amiss but knew it will be up to Hiro to do the damage control. He always did after all.
"Hey Shuichi?" Hiro asked casually, noting that Shuichi took one too many seconds to respond.
"Yea Hiro?" Shuichi replied as he piled the grub onto his plate which was noticeably as high as the ceiling. Did he miss breakfast that morning or something?
"Did something happen to you during your day off?" Hiro asked next, all the while making sure Shuichi's mountain of food didn't topple. It wouldn't be the first time it had happened.
To his surprise, Shuichi froze up like an ice block.
"EH? Why would you think that?" Shuichi squeaked, his voice high-pitched. It was rather painful to hear. He was after all, a vocalist.
"Shuichi, I'm your best friend and confidante. Anyone who knows you would have noticed how strange you were acting. Please, correct me if I'm wrong." Hiro remarked daringly, knowing the tone would get to Shuichi. It was a new tactic really, one which was applicable ever since Shuichi had gone crazy over his job. Hiro realised he had to be slightly harsher if he ever wanted to get anything out of Shuichi. Ever since his father's death, Shuichi had grown to become more secluded from the crowd but was still able to retain that youthful energy needed to be a singer.
Shuichi winced just as Hiro thought he would. "Oh fine...I'll tell you when we get to our table. NO eavesdropping Fujisaki!"
"As if I care."
(Cue Shuichi with a pouting face)
When all their food was safely placed on the table top, Hiro reached over and held his hand to stop Shuichi from reaching his fork.
"Talk first. Food later." God knows how long Shuichi will take to finish that amount of food.
Disgruntled, Shuichi can only mutter under his breath and beckoned his friend closer.
Quirking a brow, Hiro leaned forward.
"Closer."
Hiro rolled his eyes but did as his friend instructed. Once he was within whispering distance, Shuichi revealed the problem that had been bothering him all night and day.
And then...
"YOU GOT KISSED BY A GUY!?"
"HIRO! SHUSH!"
Well, you could only imagine how the scene was. Hiro's hair practically became white. Shuichi was as red as an apple while Suguru was just plain confused. His attention however, was sufficiently captured by Hiro's outburst.
"Well, seeing as Mr Nakano over there can't continue, I shall do so for him. Who and, pardon my language but, bloody hell why?"
Shuichi grumbled. "Yuki Eiri. He's a host at Tohma's club."
"A host?" "Him? You don't say?" Hiro and Sugura remarked in unison. At this, both Shuichi and Hiro blinked before looking at Suguru.
"You know him?"
Suguru stared at his band mates. Need he remind them who he was again.
"Duh. Tohma is my cousin. Of course I know who Yuki Eiri is. He is Tohma's brother-in-law."
This time, Shuichi was the one who turned white.
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"Shuichi, look, it isn't as bad as it looks." Hiro said as he attempted to console his best friend. After recovering from the shock, Hiro had thought the situation over with a more...practical point of view and had accessed the situation with reasoning that was sound.
But of course, that was a lost art to Shuichi.
"NOT AS BAD AS IT LOOKS?! HOW CAN YOU SAY IT'S NOT BAD?! I have just been ATTACKED by my BOSS'S BROTHER!"
"Technically, it's brother-in-"
"I DON'T FREAKING CARE!"
"But you said you like him..."
"Yeah...there is that...BUT!"
"And he's obviously likes you."
"Yeah...for my BODY!"
"He may not want to admit he likes you. Judging from what I can tell, this Yuki Eiri is no simple character."
"DUH!"
"Well...so what's the problem?"
"I..er...I don't have time to start a relationship! Our second album is on the verge of being released and we need to start on our third! It's not my fault Tohma is a slave driver."
"Shuichi...Honestly, even if he was a guy, I think that you've always been pro-gay. So it isn't much of a surprise that you finally got one."
Shuichi gave Hiro a blank look.
"Look, all I'm saying is...give him a chance?"
Shuichi considered Hiro's words for a moment.
"Well, considering I have to see him every night...and morning. I still say...over my dead body." With a huff, Shuichi turned to his musical score, drilling the words and notes into his head.
Hiro sighed and thunked his head on the nearest table. Sometimes, Shuichi could be such a stubborn mule.
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As the day darkens into night, the lights of the Tokyo city was set ablaze once again. Down in the most famous host club of the city, Yuki Eiri, the number one host was seething with annoyance.
"I can't believe I lost him in the morning! What IS he? A cheetah?"
Tatsuha who had already noticed the air of displeasure that hung around his blood brother, strutted over with a smirk.
"What's the matter bro? Didn't get what you want from that cute boy of yours?...Which I have got to say looks a lot like Ryuichi Sakuma, I-"
"One more word out of you and you'll be swimming with the fishes." Yuki muttered darkly, arms crossed and staring at the club's entrance.
"Jeez. Ease up on the hostility bro. I was just only asking."
"Are you TRYING to test my patience like you have done a million times?! You know I dare to do the unspeakable."
"Okay okay...but seriously. Why do you like him so much?"
"I...don't know."
"Erm sirs? Your next customers are here." The Uesugi brothers turned to look at the attendant and nodded; one reproachfully and the other enthusiastically.
"Send them in."
Minutes later, Shuichi tiptoed through the entrance, peeking through the large double doors of Hikaru. In an instant, his amethyst eyes were drawn to Yuki who was attending to his latest customer.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Well, at least Yuki was occupied.
"Mr Shindou? Are you here for your nightly performance?" An attendant stepped forward as Shuichi meeped before nodding slowly.
The attendant smiled and gestured to the back of the club. Please, this way. Tohma-san had instructed us to dress you up in a suitable set of apparel."
Looking down at his coat, blue shirt and khaki pants, the boy in question blushed in embarrassment before tailing after the attendant.
"Next time, I need to go shopping."
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"And you know, college entrance exams are so hard! I want to get into a sports college....but even that is difficult when you're up against star athletes!" A girl whined as she sipped her fruit punch. Yuki nodded appraisingly, half-pretending to listen to his customer. He knew it wasn't professional, but he simply couldn't concentrate when Shuichi was all he could think about.
It was Girl's Night in Hikaru. Ever fortnight on a Friday, the club will only welcome young customers, serve fruit punches and have lower prices just to suit these young girls. It seemed like a bad idea to allow such services to be open to such young patrons. However, Tohma was never sympathetic of the people who gave him the money he needed for his own businesses.
And then, in mid-whine, the girls were suddenly cut off by the manager of the club, Mr Hibiki Takano.
"Ahem. Sorry to interrupt but I have a surprise to share with all of you." The manager announced, waiting for the chatter to die down before continuing.
"Now have any of you wonderful ladies heard of Bad Luck?"
Yuki was faintly reminded that it was the name of the band Shuichi was in. Intrigued, the man couldn't help but wonder. Was his little brat already here?
However, to his surprise, several of the customers pretty much shrieked at the mention of the band. The host blinked. Could that boy really be THAT famous? Then again, there was a reason why the boy seemed to personify a nightingale.
"Ah! I see the band reputation's precedes them. Well, as a surprise for all of you, I'll like to welcome the star vocalist, Mr Shuichi Shindou to sing his No.1 hit single, Spicy Marmalade!"
Cheers erupted from the audience. The hosts were stunned by the sudden turn of events and needless to say, Yuki was as well.
That was, until, he saw Shuichi stepping out into the spotlight.
To say that Shuichi was hot was certainly an understatement. He was dressed navy blue and white. The coat was dark above the waist and slowly faded into greyish-white as it neared the bottom. The singer had also adorned a tight but somehow still modest set of top and bottom. He also wore high boots that had brilliant silver buckles. To top it all off, he adorned silver jewellery on his wrists, neck and waist; showing off just enough skin to make the girls, to be more precise, a certain host to go ballistic.
To be short, it was a cross between your sex kitten costume and formal attire. How Tohma ever managed that, Shuichi just couldn't understand.
What he did understand though, was the fiery gaze that was directed at him from one particular member of the audience.
It was time to sing.
As the song began, the music enveloped Shuichi. It was his music. His creation. Compared to his previous performance in the club, he felt much more alive. It was as though he was in an actual concert rather than a host club. And with Yuki watching with that hungry, wanting gaze, the adrenaline couldn't stop pumping.
Shuichi sang. He danced and gave his audience a show that was just as good as any performance he gave during a concert. Despite the fact that it was all improvised, the boy somehow had the innate ability to slip into the music, moving with the rhythm.
His movements were languid and sexy when the time called for it and was just as forceful when there was a sudden pick up in the song. His voice was loud, powerful and strong as it floated over his audience, several of whom had clambered towards the stage to cheer their idol on.
Yuki Eiri didn't dare to argue with himself anymore. It was as clear as day. There was nothing he wouldn't do to get that boy into bed or arms. All he had to do now was to somehow convince Shuichi that he wasn't a threat.
They locked gazes. Yuki's golden orbs swirled with constrained lust as Shuichi's passionate amethyst eyes mirrored the host's, almost as if he was daring the man to come closer.
Shuichi couldn't understand why his body wasn't listening to him. As his body moved along to the music, he couldn't help but feel that each twist and turn was specifically for Yuki to watch and savour. Ever whisper of his lyrics was breathless and sultry just like a siren whose target was one man and one man only.
The moment the song ended, the spell was broken and Shuichi came to his senses. He gasped in horror at the host who had pretty much snapped and was making his way towards the singer at that very moment. Sensing danger, the boy ducked into the large crowd and made his way towards the backdoor of the exit, intending to make his escape.
But, he was too late.
Although he made it through the door, someone gripped onto his hand and tightened it, making it impossible for the small boy to escape. Shuichi knew who it exactly was. After all, the same thing happened just one mere night before.
In mere seconds, Shuichi's neck was attacked by butterfly kisses.
The boy moaned.
"Sex or no sex. Make up your bloody mind!" Yuki growled in frustration. He tugged the long coat off the boy's body, threw it behind him and hoisted the vocalist up onto the wall, causing Shuichi's legs to dangle precariously close to the host's waist. The next instant, Yuki slammed his lips onto the boy's and continued to feel Shuichi up, rubbing the boy's nipples through the fabric that he had so wanted to tear it off.
Shuichi was powerless to retaliate, but managed to squeak out a response before Yuki could get under his shirt.
"I didn't have a ch-choice! Tohma-san ma-made me wear those!"
"If I know my brother-in-law, I'll say he did it for me. He knows I'm interested and fuck it, I'm going to get what I want."
The moment Yuki had finished his piece, he kissed the small boy once again and this time, slipping his tongue into the sweet caravans of Shuichi's mouth. He could taste pockey, a tint of mint as well as cream and honey. And then he fell for the boy all over again. He boy's respomses were young and innocent. But all that simply aroused the blond even more. Yuki couldn't wait to take his infatuation to bed and was almost ready to commit rape. But then again, he knew how much more enjoyable it would be if it were consensual.
"No-! Stop! Yuki-" Shuichi whimpered but was seemingly unheard by the blond assailant as the older man bit onto the boy's earlobe, sucking it red and at the same time, to brand the boy his.
"Why should I?" Yuki whispered hotly as he relinquished his hold on the boy's ear, all his sense of reasoning gone. As Shuichi stared back into those golden dark orbs, he couldn't help but ask himself the exact same question.
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A/N: HA! R&R! ^^ I hope you like the story so far~ It was very enjoyable to type the last portion ~ So, should I let them continue making out, or should I just stop? Hmm? You make the choice!