Title: Normally Yuki
Chapter 6: Before the Moppet
Rating: K
Fandom: Gravitation
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation or anything else mentioned in this story.
On the Friday following the late night phone call to his editor, Eiri found himself preparing for a meeting with Tohma Seguchi and the ex-boyfriend that he hadn't laid eyes on, at least not in person, in a year, two months, two weeks, and one day. He studied his wardrobe for the perfect I'm-a-writer-and-I'm-better-than-you with an added na-na-na-na-boo-boo for pizazz. Out of all the business clothes he owned he was really having trouble finding one that fit the standard he was trying to meet.
He gave up standing a few moments back and took to sitting on the bed in his birthday suit, hair perfected a half hour before, struggling to make a decision. Eiri wanted to make a good impression, no, wait, he needed to make a great impression. He was determined to prove to the brat that he was just fine- if not better- since the little shit walked out of his life. So there!
Staring at the contents of the closet he mentally picked through his trousers. Well, there really wasn't much to think about, it was either going to be black dress pants, jeans, khaki cargo pants, or chinos. Not much of a variety, but it was a good, staple wardrobe. He use to be superfluous, buying thousand dollar designer, ridiculous looking custom made pieces, but not anymore. He couldn't spend that amount of money, couldn't live that lifestyle, and couldn't be who he use to be.
Settling on a flat-front tan chinos Eiri carefully snagged the wooden hanger from the rack and placed it on the little valet. There was no way he could be what he was when he was with Shuichi. He was responsible now, only spending the amount he needed, making doubly sure his retirement was paid for, debt paid off, so on and so forth. Before Shuichi left, his lawyers were in the process of trying to get his debt in order. Debt he accumulated himself, debt that made him worry. And all that excessive worry made him an angry bastard.
After the brat, he went through everything he owned and auctioned it off at private galleries, even selling off his other home. The cash flow he received from letting go of his past trappings was more than enough to pay off his debt. Debt free, responsible, and normal. Tohma nearly went insane with worry when he heard the results of his new behavior. The poor president shrieked like a girl, foamed at the mouth, and fainted dead away. Eiri laughed whole heartedly upon seeing that sight, his father, on the other hand, only clapped him on the shoulder, and with a heavy sigh walked away, head held high.
Eiri made sure his pants were in good condition, no loose threads, buttons shiny, and that they fit him in just the way he was looking for before moving on to his top. Considering the weather, he was bound to choose a light weight linen piece, the question was: What color? His line of dress shirts were mostly whites, blues, blacks, and a few dark gem colored pieces. But really: Which color? He wasn't trying to look sexy and seductive so the gem colored shirts were out. A quick peek outside showed the sun blazing down on hapless victims who were practically drowning in their own sweat, so black was out. He was meeting with Shuichi and Tohma, something was liable to spill and stain his white shirts, so the only color left was blue. But which shade of blue?
Damn, this was taking a while! Eiri growled and pulled out a pair of tan trouser socks, thin yet sensible so his feet wouldn't sweat. If his feet started to stink because they were sweaty well, urgh, that would just destroy his perfectly tailored image. The only time he allowed himself to be stinky was when he was at the gym or sick, not for an all important meeting to show off just how spiffy he really was.
oO Side Story Oo
The second day at the gym was actually really interesting- if you could say that. Eiri had been running on the treadmill, trying to get his endurance level up, when a real hot babe walked in front of his station. He hadn't seen the girl's face because he was bouncing up and down, but her ass was nice. Tight, bubbly, and firm, just the way he liked it. Not that Shuichi had a caboose like this girl did. His caboose was just so much sexier, not that he would ever admit that to the boy. Anyway, so despite bouncing up and down he could at least tell that she picked the treadmill next to his and set about preparing for her workout.
As he continued his run, Eiri tried to catch a glimpse of the hottie's face. His eyes traveled up her form studying her generous bust and appreciating her nice waist. Actually, she had kind of a boyish figure despite her boobies. Almost like Tatsuha's figure when he was still a wimpy, skinny brat... eh, but that wasn't important. So, his eyes would glance over to her every once in awhile, trailing appreciatively up past her breasts, past her toned back and shoulders and right to her face.
Everybody and their uncle knows that Eiri Yuki does not freak out. He does not scream like a little girl and run away crying. Nor would he wind up in the men's bathroom quivering and crying as if he were violated ten ways 'til Sunday by an ice cream cone. Eiri Uesugi, on the other hand, had no qualms about shrieking and running for his life, only to cower pitifully in the men's bathroom crying his eyes out. And that's what he did when he saw the babe's face.
"Mika?!" He screamed forgetting to continue running and flew backwards off the treadmill, his flight only broken by a brightly painted blue beam. Dazed and in pain, he saw little birdies and Shuichi's tweeting around his head before he shook it out. Standing up straight, he glanced around trying to retain his cold, hard reputation. He almost convinced himself that he was back to being cool when he remembered the reason for freaking out. Mika. Oh shit.
Eiri Uesugi sprinted faster than the wind could blow, screaming like a banshee as he headed for the safety of the men's bathroom. He rushed into to the door-less room and found the first unoccupied stall in order to huddle in. Tears streamed from his face and he sniffled like baby, praying for brain bleach to magically remove the past few minutes from his memories.
After that incident Eiri switched gyms to one further away from that one. Mika had left with a strange story of someone on the treadmill beside her flipping out and running away. Thankfully, she never did figure out who had said her name, and Eiri wasn't about to enlighten her. He kept his mouth shut; blessedly the staff never reported that the Eiri Yuki had a moment of insanity.
oO Back to Your Regular Programming Oo
Eiri had finally decided on which shade of blue shirt he would wear, a light blue linen sans jacket with the sleeves rolled up in that preppy style. While he had been deciding which shade of blue shirt he had already adorned his body with pants, socks, and the white tank. Tan pants unbuttoned and dark brown leather belt hanging loose, he pulled the shirt from the closet and placed it on the valet, giving it a quick inspection for any defects. Deciding the shirt was perfect, he swung it around and put it on fitted it on; buttoning the dull white buttons he tucked it into his pants. Eiri had to make sure he looked impeccable.
A once over in the mirror told him that the gym membership and the redefined wardrobe did wonders. Eiri Yuki looked like sex incarnate! Despite his professional attire and disposition he looked and felt like he could pass for the Asian Adonis. At the gym he worked on toning and strengthening his body, he wanted his muscles to look modest and yet be able to pack a punch. Literally. His wardrobe was, though forcefully reduced to pieces that were basic, still were chic and advante garde. This outfit didn't require a tie, which he was thankful for. Panting like a dog wouldn't make him look very cool. Now all he needed were his shoes.
Swaggering through his condo to the front door he opened up the small closet by the entrance to pick a pair of shoes. The choice was easy seeing as how he only had eight pairs instead of the thirty-three pairs he had before. Swiping a pair of plain dark brown dress shoes he set them by the door and went back to the bedroom for his two tone day watch and simple silver hoop for his ear.
Chapter 7 Preview: Finally! A Moment Alone
A/N: Hooray! Next chapter begins the MEAT of the story! ^_^