Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Affairs of the Inanimate ❯ Love And Peace ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Angrybee 
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance / / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.31.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 319 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance / / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.31.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 319 | Status: Completed
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Part 2: Love and Peace
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There's just somethin' about my Boss. You can't say no to him. Nope,
surely can't. He's got machismo. Charisma. Chutzpah. The man has balls
that would frighten a charging moose. Seriously. He's a fuckin' force of
nature.
But, it ain't like you're thinkin'. My Boss doesn't throw his weight
around lightly, oh hell no. And he has a soft side, too. You know,
sensitive and crap. Uh... Well... Uh, I can't think of any examples off
the top of my head, but he's not a bastard or nothin'.
Oh wait. He takes care of the Pink Haired Kid. I mean, that's sweet,
ain't it? I like the Kid, personally. Nice boy. Good singin' voice, you
know? Not exactly my kind of music, I'm more of the Johnny Cash type.
But hey...to each their own.
And I don't care if the Kid is...
Well, he's...
How do I put this nicely and all sensitive-like?
The boy's a card-carrying member of the Girlie Brigade. Eh? He's a
Rainbow Ranger. He's a bit limp in the wrist, you know? What do they
call them these days, now that you can't use the "F" word anymore? Gay.
Yeah. He's one of them gays.
Not that there is anything wrong with it. I ain't got a problem with it.
You got a problem with it? I mean, 'cause if you do, we can go... Right
here, let's go. I can take you. You don't look so big.
Oh. You don't mind 'bout them gays? Alright.
So, there's the Boss, and there's the Kid. Sure, there's lots of other
people around, too. The Boss gotsta take care of 'em all. And does
anyone ever thank him? Hell no. It's a thankless job being the Boss. I
gotta guess that it's a lonesome job being the Boss, too, but I ain't ever
heard him complain, nope, not once.
Well, at least he's got me, right? 'Cause when the job's being thankless,
and the world of music looks like it's heading to another clusterfuck, I
always come to the rescue.
Like now.
"Boss? You want I should put the hurt on him?"
But, the Boss, he don't say -shit-. Ya see, he's -occupied-. Ayup.
Completely occupied. Cause he's holding Seguchi Tohma up by the throat.
The Boss...has a boss...but, he don't let it get to him. He's always done
things -his- way. Far as I can tell, Seguchi's a pretty clever guy. You
gotta be, to get ahead in the music business. But this time...this time
he's gone too far. And 'parently, the Boss ain't none too pleased 'bout
it.
Somehow, I know, this is all about the Pink Haired Kid.
It always seems to be, these days.
"I trust you and follow you in all things," the Boss says, "Except for
this. I don't care how much it hurts you to see Shuichi with Yuki Eiri,
you will never, ever, threaten the boy in my presence. And if I so much
as hear that you've even merely -insinuated- that any harm will come to
him..."
Seguchi smiles a curt little smile, which is actually pretty amazing
considering the grip the Boss has on his neck. The wheels are already
turnin' in his mind, you can tell. He's already tryin' to figure out how
to make a promise to the Boss, and then to slide around it. He's a
slippery fucker. I half expect him to turn into a snake and slither away.
"You can...easily...be replaced..." Seguchi says as the Boss loosens his
grip. "There's a hundred, no, a thousand people in this city alone who
would clamor for your job."
The Boss thinks about this for a while, and grins. "You wouldn't fire me,
Seguchi. There aren't many things you're afraid of, I know. But, you
know what, I think you -are- afraid of one thing...you're afraid of the
secrets of NG being exposed...or more precisely...the secrets of Seguchi
Tohma. Maybe I don't know them now, but tell me, Tohma, do you want to
chance it? Do you want to gamble that I can't find out? Do you want
to roll the dice and hope to hell your number doesn't come up?"
The Boss leans in close, and I can feel my nose against Seguchi's jaw.
I've never heard the Boss sound so dark. He must really care for the Pink
Haired Kid. Sometimes, I think the Boss is just one...big...softy. Ayup.
"Or would you prefer to worry constantly about opening a newspaper one
morning and reading the BIG NEWS about Seguchi Tohma with the rest of
Tokyo?"
Ew gross. Sweat. I got fucking Seguchi Tohma's sweat all dripping down
me. C'mon Boss, you don't pay me enough to put up with this sort of
degradation. Come to think of it, you don't fuckin' pay me...at all.
What the fuck is THAT about?
Suddenly, I'm flying through the air, knocked out of the Boss' hand with a
slap. I know. Yeah, I know that he coulda held onto me. But, it ain't
like he hates Seguchi or nothing. He don't want to hurt nobody, my Boss.
He's a soldier for Peace.
And if you tell me that's some sort of damn oxymoron, well, you can shove
a bullet in your ear.
He's a goddamn softy, just tryin' to make the world a better place for
people who can't stand up for themselves yet. Like that scrawny Pink
Haired Kid.
That Kid's like a shot from a cannon, aimed at Love.
That's what we got here at NG.
The war for Love and Peace on a battleground of Song.
So, yeah, this is what I'm all deeply contemplatin' as the Boss storms out
of the room, leavin' me behind on the floor. Shit. Who knew I meant so
little? Fuckin' gonna have to have a few words with him about that
later.
Seguchi stands there for a few minutes, rubbing his neck, but saying
nothing at all. Who woulda thought that someone who looks so fuckin'
pansy could be such a sinister wheeler-and-dealer? Not me.
That's when Seguchi comes over and picks me up. Hell. He's got a firmer
grip than I ever expected. And he ain't holdin' me out in front of him
like I was some piece of trash or nothin', either. As we leave his
office, I don't got any clue where we're going. Nope, not a fuckin' clue.
Well hell, the elevator music's the Pink Haired Kid's first single. I
could just shoot off a few rounds in celebration. Ejaculate hot metal in
glee. I sure do like that Pink Haired Kid. Glad things are lookin' up
for him.
We end up on the goddamn roof, and it's so fucking cold I gotta fear my
barrel will crack. But, ain't nothing of the sort happening. Seguchi and
I walk over to the ledge, and I have expect him to toss me off the side of
the building, but instead he raises me and looks down the sight.
Fucking hell. It's the parking lot.
And fucking hell...there's the Boss walking to his car, his yellow pony
tail swishing back and forth.
Fuck, Seguchi, don't turn me against the Boss! I ain't got no quarrel
with the man. He's always treated me right, cleanin' me, never usin' me
'cept for a good cause. Alright, maybe a few extra shots here and there
to get someone's ass in gear, but shit... I don't want to fuckin' betray
the man.
Not my Boss. The damn softy.
I ain't the type to blink when my trigger is squeezed. Hell no, I keep my
sights right on target and do my job, but this time, this time I just
can't...I don't even want to look...
BANG!
Shit.
As the smoke wafts from my barrel, disappearing into the cold winter
night, my world slowly becomes clear. Down below, in the parking lot, the
Boss ain't moving a muscle. Not a goddamn muscle.
It's like one of those movies with CGI "bullet time". Everything is in
slow motion. But, then I see it... The Boss tilts his head upwards, and
looks at me...looks at us.
Fuck me, he ain't shot at all.
And I don't know what passes between them, in that long gaze between
Seguchi and my Boss. I've heard a lot about what happens when two men
lock eyes on the field of battle. Maybe they're coming to some sort of
silent agreement. Maybe...just maybe...
Seguchi is tryin' to let my Boss know, that he, too, is a soldier for
Love and Peace...
Maybe it's just a different sort of Love and Peace than the Boss and the
Pink Haired Kid want. Maybe someone, a long time ago, shot a bullet
into the heart of Seguchi Tohma. And ever since that day, he's been
dragging himself across the battlefield of Song by his bare fingernails,
wounded, bleeding, dying inside, but unable to give up. Maybe he just
can't let go of the vision...the thought...that someone special is
waiting for him, if only he can survive the war.
"Eiri-san..." Seguchi whispers.
War changes a man.
Maybe the war changed Seguchi Tohma.
How the fuck should I know? I'm only a gun. I ain't supposed to be
thinkin' deep thoughts like this. 'Lock and load', that's my motto.
Still, I gotta say, if I could laugh, I'd be busting a gut right about
now. Finally, I see what Seguchi shot. He put a hole in the front window
of the Boss' car.
Well, one good threat deserves another, I guess.
Who would have known that Seguchi Tohma was such a fuckin' crack shot?
As Seguchi and I turn to head back inside, I hear him chuckle, just a
little. Maybe he is a bastard, but I think...maybe also...he's just a bit
of a softy, somewhere deep...deep down inside. I think I'll stick with
him for a while, and help him find himself again. Help him fend off the
enemy forces as he makes his way across the Battlefield of Song.
But, if I'm wrong about the Love in his heart...
One day...
I'll give him Peace, instead.
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Thanks for reading! Hope you will stay tuned for our next installment of
Affairs of the Inanimate!
Part 2: Love and Peace
----------------------------
There's just somethin' about my Boss. You can't say no to him. Nope,
surely can't. He's got machismo. Charisma. Chutzpah. The man has balls
that would frighten a charging moose. Seriously. He's a fuckin' force of
nature.
But, it ain't like you're thinkin'. My Boss doesn't throw his weight
around lightly, oh hell no. And he has a soft side, too. You know,
sensitive and crap. Uh... Well... Uh, I can't think of any examples off
the top of my head, but he's not a bastard or nothin'.
Oh wait. He takes care of the Pink Haired Kid. I mean, that's sweet,
ain't it? I like the Kid, personally. Nice boy. Good singin' voice, you
know? Not exactly my kind of music, I'm more of the Johnny Cash type.
But hey...to each their own.
And I don't care if the Kid is...
Well, he's...
How do I put this nicely and all sensitive-like?
The boy's a card-carrying member of the Girlie Brigade. Eh? He's a
Rainbow Ranger. He's a bit limp in the wrist, you know? What do they
call them these days, now that you can't use the "F" word anymore? Gay.
Yeah. He's one of them gays.
Not that there is anything wrong with it. I ain't got a problem with it.
You got a problem with it? I mean, 'cause if you do, we can go... Right
here, let's go. I can take you. You don't look so big.
Oh. You don't mind 'bout them gays? Alright.
So, there's the Boss, and there's the Kid. Sure, there's lots of other
people around, too. The Boss gotsta take care of 'em all. And does
anyone ever thank him? Hell no. It's a thankless job being the Boss. I
gotta guess that it's a lonesome job being the Boss, too, but I ain't ever
heard him complain, nope, not once.
Well, at least he's got me, right? 'Cause when the job's being thankless,
and the world of music looks like it's heading to another clusterfuck, I
always come to the rescue.
Like now.
"Boss? You want I should put the hurt on him?"
But, the Boss, he don't say -shit-. Ya see, he's -occupied-. Ayup.
Completely occupied. Cause he's holding Seguchi Tohma up by the throat.
The Boss...has a boss...but, he don't let it get to him. He's always done
things -his- way. Far as I can tell, Seguchi's a pretty clever guy. You
gotta be, to get ahead in the music business. But this time...this time
he's gone too far. And 'parently, the Boss ain't none too pleased 'bout
it.
Somehow, I know, this is all about the Pink Haired Kid.
It always seems to be, these days.
"I trust you and follow you in all things," the Boss says, "Except for
this. I don't care how much it hurts you to see Shuichi with Yuki Eiri,
you will never, ever, threaten the boy in my presence. And if I so much
as hear that you've even merely -insinuated- that any harm will come to
him..."
Seguchi smiles a curt little smile, which is actually pretty amazing
considering the grip the Boss has on his neck. The wheels are already
turnin' in his mind, you can tell. He's already tryin' to figure out how
to make a promise to the Boss, and then to slide around it. He's a
slippery fucker. I half expect him to turn into a snake and slither away.
"You can...easily...be replaced..." Seguchi says as the Boss loosens his
grip. "There's a hundred, no, a thousand people in this city alone who
would clamor for your job."
The Boss thinks about this for a while, and grins. "You wouldn't fire me,
Seguchi. There aren't many things you're afraid of, I know. But, you
know what, I think you -are- afraid of one thing...you're afraid of the
secrets of NG being exposed...or more precisely...the secrets of Seguchi
Tohma. Maybe I don't know them now, but tell me, Tohma, do you want to
chance it? Do you want to gamble that I can't find out? Do you want
to roll the dice and hope to hell your number doesn't come up?"
The Boss leans in close, and I can feel my nose against Seguchi's jaw.
I've never heard the Boss sound so dark. He must really care for the Pink
Haired Kid. Sometimes, I think the Boss is just one...big...softy. Ayup.
"Or would you prefer to worry constantly about opening a newspaper one
morning and reading the BIG NEWS about Seguchi Tohma with the rest of
Tokyo?"
Ew gross. Sweat. I got fucking Seguchi Tohma's sweat all dripping down
me. C'mon Boss, you don't pay me enough to put up with this sort of
degradation. Come to think of it, you don't fuckin' pay me...at all.
What the fuck is THAT about?
Suddenly, I'm flying through the air, knocked out of the Boss' hand with a
slap. I know. Yeah, I know that he coulda held onto me. But, it ain't
like he hates Seguchi or nothing. He don't want to hurt nobody, my Boss.
He's a soldier for Peace.
And if you tell me that's some sort of damn oxymoron, well, you can shove
a bullet in your ear.
He's a goddamn softy, just tryin' to make the world a better place for
people who can't stand up for themselves yet. Like that scrawny Pink
Haired Kid.
That Kid's like a shot from a cannon, aimed at Love.
That's what we got here at NG.
The war for Love and Peace on a battleground of Song.
So, yeah, this is what I'm all deeply contemplatin' as the Boss storms out
of the room, leavin' me behind on the floor. Shit. Who knew I meant so
little? Fuckin' gonna have to have a few words with him about that
later.
Seguchi stands there for a few minutes, rubbing his neck, but saying
nothing at all. Who woulda thought that someone who looks so fuckin'
pansy could be such a sinister wheeler-and-dealer? Not me.
That's when Seguchi comes over and picks me up. Hell. He's got a firmer
grip than I ever expected. And he ain't holdin' me out in front of him
like I was some piece of trash or nothin', either. As we leave his
office, I don't got any clue where we're going. Nope, not a fuckin' clue.
Well hell, the elevator music's the Pink Haired Kid's first single. I
could just shoot off a few rounds in celebration. Ejaculate hot metal in
glee. I sure do like that Pink Haired Kid. Glad things are lookin' up
for him.
We end up on the goddamn roof, and it's so fucking cold I gotta fear my
barrel will crack. But, ain't nothing of the sort happening. Seguchi and
I walk over to the ledge, and I have expect him to toss me off the side of
the building, but instead he raises me and looks down the sight.
Fucking hell. It's the parking lot.
And fucking hell...there's the Boss walking to his car, his yellow pony
tail swishing back and forth.
Fuck, Seguchi, don't turn me against the Boss! I ain't got no quarrel
with the man. He's always treated me right, cleanin' me, never usin' me
'cept for a good cause. Alright, maybe a few extra shots here and there
to get someone's ass in gear, but shit... I don't want to fuckin' betray
the man.
Not my Boss. The damn softy.
I ain't the type to blink when my trigger is squeezed. Hell no, I keep my
sights right on target and do my job, but this time, this time I just
can't...I don't even want to look...
BANG!
Shit.
As the smoke wafts from my barrel, disappearing into the cold winter
night, my world slowly becomes clear. Down below, in the parking lot, the
Boss ain't moving a muscle. Not a goddamn muscle.
It's like one of those movies with CGI "bullet time". Everything is in
slow motion. But, then I see it... The Boss tilts his head upwards, and
looks at me...looks at us.
Fuck me, he ain't shot at all.
And I don't know what passes between them, in that long gaze between
Seguchi and my Boss. I've heard a lot about what happens when two men
lock eyes on the field of battle. Maybe they're coming to some sort of
silent agreement. Maybe...just maybe...
Seguchi is tryin' to let my Boss know, that he, too, is a soldier for
Love and Peace...
Maybe it's just a different sort of Love and Peace than the Boss and the
Pink Haired Kid want. Maybe someone, a long time ago, shot a bullet
into the heart of Seguchi Tohma. And ever since that day, he's been
dragging himself across the battlefield of Song by his bare fingernails,
wounded, bleeding, dying inside, but unable to give up. Maybe he just
can't let go of the vision...the thought...that someone special is
waiting for him, if only he can survive the war.
"Eiri-san..." Seguchi whispers.
War changes a man.
Maybe the war changed Seguchi Tohma.
How the fuck should I know? I'm only a gun. I ain't supposed to be
thinkin' deep thoughts like this. 'Lock and load', that's my motto.
Still, I gotta say, if I could laugh, I'd be busting a gut right about
now. Finally, I see what Seguchi shot. He put a hole in the front window
of the Boss' car.
Well, one good threat deserves another, I guess.
Who would have known that Seguchi Tohma was such a fuckin' crack shot?
As Seguchi and I turn to head back inside, I hear him chuckle, just a
little. Maybe he is a bastard, but I think...maybe also...he's just a bit
of a softy, somewhere deep...deep down inside. I think I'll stick with
him for a while, and help him find himself again. Help him fend off the
enemy forces as he makes his way across the Battlefield of Song.
But, if I'm wrong about the Love in his heart...
One day...
I'll give him Peace, instead.
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Thanks for reading! Hope you will stay tuned for our next installment of
Affairs of the Inanimate!