Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Break Through ❯ Welcome to my Romance ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer:I do not own Gravitation or any anime/manga within this story.

Many thanks to Ember, for her very insightful and speedy beta efforts.

NC-17 for language, Yaoi and sexual situations.

Ok, I decided to change the spelling of the "Mikas" Yuki's sister will be spelled the same as in the manga "Mika" while his fiancée will have an added K "Mikka"

Part Two "Yuki"

Chapter Five: Welcome to my Romance

"What the hell is this?" Yuki Eiri snapped as he sat at his desk going through the latest issue of Ruroni Kenshin, his current "baby." As he browsed through the pages of the pre-press copy, he could not help but to feel his anger rise. There were two pages not drawn by himself, but by the inker, that and an array of other mistakes that he could see at a first glance. It literally made his blood boil. Incompetent, half-witted idiots surrounded him and never failed to surprise him on a monthly basis, how stupid and out of their league they were. He was a perfectionist, and all he was asking of his staff was perfection. He paid them top salaries and gave them all they could possibly need and more to do their jobs properly. He'd been called a Nazi to work for, but everyone knew that he didn't ask for what he wouldn't do himself.

His project manager, Onizuka Hamaru stood rigid in front of his desk wiping his brow with a handkerchief. It made Eiri sick to his stomach, but Yuki put up with it because- even though he'd never told him- he trusted the man. It had been the same for the past eight years, he'd figured they might learn something sooner or later, but that was more wishful thinking on his part than reality. Yuki pushed up his glasses and made yet another face.

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Onizuka jumped with every movement of the grumpy mangaka. "We needed to add two more pages to meet the standard, I tried contacting you Yuki-sama, but your phone seemed to be off, a decision needed to be made and I made it." The operations manager defended his position, although it was just as well, Yuki Eiri didn't like excuses. The said writer shifted his eyes and hardened his cold stare. Onizuka lowered his head to avoid meeting those eyes which had giving him many a nightmares over the years.

"I don't pay you to make decisions, I pay you to do exactly as I ask you to do. If the volume needs more pages, you wait until I bring them, otherwise it does not get published, nobody touches my stories," Yuki Eiri said in a cold emotionless voice. "If this is too hard for you to understand…let me know so that I can look for a replacement."

"I…I am sorry, they were only filler pages, and did not change the story in any way," Another murderous look from the younger man, " it will not happen again." The man said bowing, and waited for Yuki to finish writing his corrections.

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"How many appointments do I have for today?" Yuki asked disregarding the apology.

"Yes," Onizuka said pulling his digital organizer and accessing the appointment pages.

"That won't be necessary," Yuki said halting a hand to stop the man from reading them aloud, "Cancel them all, I don't feel like seeing anyone."

"You have two interviews that have been postponed from last month," Onizuka reminded.

"And that would be relevant because…?" Yuki raised his cold gaze to the older man. Once again Onizuka looked down and remained silent. Yuki handed him the corrected manga, along with a few notes he scribbled. He stood up and walked to the door.

"Make sure they are followed to the letter, do you think you can handle that?" Onizuka nodded. "Good, assemble everyone for this afternoon. We're having a meeting, and there will be a lot of changes around here." With those words, Yuki stormed out of the office.

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Mikka Costa sat in front of a big screen TV watching the video everyone was making a big fuss about: Yeah, catchy song, good music, good looking guys… but hardly enough to take all of Tohma's time away. On top of that there was a very strong buzz going that Mr. President had a little more than a professional interest in one of these guys-- it was all the talk at NG.

She watched the brownish haired singer as he sang his lyrics; he was dressed in black leather pants and nothing more, other than a pair of black wings. The other band member was somewhere in the background, playing guitar, sporting exactly the opposite. She watched intently, noting the fact that never in her entire career had she seen such a high budget video. Why, it was full of computer graphics and all sorts of special effects. Had she known things would be this different after coming back from her big summer tour, she would have postponed it, it's not like she needed the money, nor the exposure.

What's worst, she'd been back for almost a week and had not even crossed paths with Eiri. He was always working, and they never really got to spend much time with each other. But, they did live together, and he hadn't even come into their bedroom to say hello. Lately his studio apartment was becoming his only home.

Mikka sat back and again let her eyes wander to the figures on the screen, and listened to their little song intently…

"I don't care what you have to do, I want it published tomorrow, or it's your job!" The deep voice of her fiancé intruded her thoughts. Mikka smiled like she always did upon hearing it, it was incredible that after all these years it still caused the same wanting sensation in her. She got up and walked around the sofa and laced her arms around Eiri, pressing herself on his back, she felt him stiffen a bit in shock, then loosen up as realization hit him. "I have to go," he said curtly and hung up.

"Mikka, I didn't know you were back," He said, turning around. She loosened her arms to allow him the movement.

"I did leave a message on your voicemail, I get to talk to it more than I get to talk to you," She said smiling, never able to be mad at Eiri for too long. She ran her hands over his back, then under his shirt at the front, feeling his toned muscles, then tracing his navel and nipples with her fingertips.

"What are you doing? I have to work," Eiri said taking her wrists and gently pulling her away.

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What the hell is Mikka doing back so soon? Yuki's thoughts went back to calculate how long she'd actually been gone for. Again she put her hands on his back, he knew exactly where she was going, and he didn't feel like a mercy lay at all at the moment. He walked away from her, going around the sofa to grab something from the coffee table he needed for his meeting, and set to head for the door before he got stuck fucking her.

Then a melody made its way to his ears and he found himself looking for the source of the sound. Yuki looked at the TV screen and saw the most beautiful face and most expressive eyes he's ever seen invading it. He froze and stared at it disbelievingly. Never had he seen a face that caused such reaction in him--- except that once--- at his first public appearance as a mangaka, when that little boy smiled so innocently and purely at him, all those years before.

Was it a man, a woman? The face took most of the giant size screen giving him great detail, but making it impossible for him to tell. Then a voice came out of his lips in a sweet and melodic song, definitely male. And the feeling that was being poured into the lyric, gave him butterflies in his stomach. He stared at the images stupefied for a few seconds. Then the camera backed slowly showing a background of what seemed to be a mixture between heaven and hell. The singer's full body came into view and Eiri almost gasped at the sight. A slender young boy wearing nothing but a black pair of leather pants and gargoyle style black wings…a fallen angel, his longish hair blew softly and his eyes seemed to be staring right at him.

"We haven't seen each other in months," intruded the feminine whine, the TV screen suddenly went off, and Eiri almost whimpered at the loss of the voice penetrating his soul. He turned to her furiously giving her a hard glare. "Eiri…" Mikka repeated almost apologetically reaching out a hand to him. He hardened his eyes on her and walked away, leaving before he said something he would regret.

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Yuki got in one of his cars and drove to the only place that served him as solace. The images played in his mind over and over, the face, the eyes, the whole of him He would not let them go. He wanted to remember every detail of the one who had enchanted him like nothing else ever had. He came into his studio and got a pad and pencil and began drawing furiously. One after another, the sketches were being torn, crumpled and trashed. He could not get it right, could not conjure the same emotion, the same clarity and innocence in those eyes. After a handful of failed attempts, Yuki went inside and turned on the TV-it had been years since he'd done so- and began rummaging through all the channels in the hopes to catch the video one more time. A few hours later, after frustration threaten to eat him whole, he again went back to his pad and tried once more to give his fallen angel life. He drew until his fingers felt numb… No use, he could not bring his angel to life.

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"I can't believe it's finally happening!" Shuichi awed as he stared at himself on the TV screen. He looked so different, older, cooler, sexier. Not even in his dreams had he looked so good. Hiro sat across from him, but his expression was very different, he was staring unblinking, almost coldly, and standing by the window was the manager Seguchi-san assigned for them, Sakano-san. Their first video was awesome, Shuichi had no idea how they were going to top it, but according to Seguchi-sama, they would get better and better.

It all happened so fast. After the night at the club, it all seemed like a dream, both he and Hiro had been caught in. Shuichi called Seguchi-san the very next day-- much to Hiro's objection-- and Seguchi-san himself saw them the very same day. And from there it all went down like an unstoppable snowball. Now, six months later, their dream finally came true "Bad Luck's" debut single "Glaring Dream" hit the airwaves with a breathtaking, and mind-blowing video to go with it.

"So what does it feel like?" Sakano-san asked warmly.

"Awesome!" Shuichi couldn't even begin explain what he felt. Hiro remained silent, he'd been acting very strange lately, and Shu couldn't wait to be alone with him to ask him about it.

"You ought to be the luckiest people alive. Seguchi-san has never taken anyone under his wing before, and he is going to great lengths to promote you." Sakano came over and sat next to Hiro, and he too watched the video as it was ending.

"And that was Back Luck, the newest band to spawn from the prestigious NG label…" The announcer began, and Sakano-san turned off the television set. Shuichi wanted to hear it, to know everything they said about them, to record it and watch it again and again if it was possible.

"We have a few radio appearances and a signing session at Tokyo Records, to promote the new single. In the mean time we'll pay the top shows to continue playing your video. Hopefully with enough exposure, we can get it on the charts." Both Shuichi and Hiro listened to Sakano-san making calls, but it was very hard to concentrate when Hiro looked like someone was pulling his legs.

"Sakano-san," Shuichi interrupted as politely as he could.

"Yes?"

"Is there any way you can give me five minutes with Hiro?" Sakano-san looked puzzled for a second, then smiled and nodded, getting up and exiting the room.

"Alright mother-fucker, what the hell is the matter with you?" Shuichi yelled as soon as the door closed behind their manager.

"What are you talking about, man?" Hiro snapped back defensively.

"Why are you acting up?" Shuichi came face to face with his friend.

"Get away from me you freak, nothing's the matter, why are you such an asshole?" Hiro pushed Shuichi back and he landed sitting down on his side of the couch.

"Hiro, you can lie to your mother, but you can't lie to me, spit it out before I kick your sorry ass." Shuichi screeched.

"Don't you think this is weird?" Hiro blurted out suddenly calming down somewhat. "I mean, don't you feel like things are happening way too fast? I mean, I know we've been at it for a while, but, Seguchi-san comes in and for no apparent reason stuffs us down every throat in the business." Shuichi listened to the words and could not believe his ears; the desire to pound his best friend was threatening to overpower his reason. He breathed deeply and calmed down and looked into Hiro's eyes.

"Is that what's bothering you?" Shuichi asked exerting great control.

"Think about it man, isn't it suspicious?" Insisted Hiro.

"Hiro, we have paid our dues, for a year and a half at that rat hole we played every weekend, and long before that, I don't believe things happened overnight."

"Sorry if I analyze things in more depth and I don't take things as lightly as you, but it bothers me." Hiro let out with a hint of sarcasm.

"Don't you realize what an opportunity this is? Hiro do not ruin this for me, I'll never forgive you if you do."

"You would throw away our friendship over a music contract?" Hiro asked shocked, Shuichi looked at him intently, then looked away towards the window.

"Yes," he responded barely above a whisper. Hiro looked at his friend for a long time, Shuichi couldn't meet his eyes, he didn't regret what he said, not now, not when he had a little glimmer of hope to ever meet him. Hiro got up and left the room.

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"Hi, I'm glad you could make it," Mikka kissed her future sister in law on both cheeks.

"Of course, I didn't know you were back, so how was your tour?" the other woman did the same and they both sat at the darkest most secluded table available at their favorite restaurant.

"About a week ago, I called you but you were on Vacation, so where did you go?"

"Oh my, news does travel fast!" Mika Seguchi smiled, blushing lightly. "I went to Greece, and I had a blast."

"Did you go on your own?" Mikka asked already knowing the answer to that question. The marriage between Eiri's sister and Tohma Seguchi was the strangest one she's even seen, she was surprised they lived together at all.

"No I went with my lover." The older woman said shamelessly.

"Hey, you never know who's listening," Mikka warned, looking from side to side.

"So what if people find out? Is not like my husband doesn't know, feh, sometimes I think he hands pick them for me," Mika said, the hurt very apparent in her voice. "But enough about me, what's up with you?" she asked cheering up.

"Not much, I came back from my tour to find new crown kings at NG, a couple of little boys are all the rage now a days. Tohma took them under his wing and they're well on their way to become a phenomenon."

"You sound jealous."

"I'm not, I should be, but I have other things on my mind right now."

"Let me guess. Eiri?"

"I just don't get him, I mean, I'm back for over a week and he hasn't even been by the house. Sometimes I think he hates me." Mikka said, tears welling in her eyes.

"You know him better than anyone, if he hated you he wouldn't be with you, you know his way of showing love is rather… different, at least he doesn't stuff men down your throat to keep you away from him." Mika Seguchi kidded in an attempt to make her only female friend feel better.

"Anyhow, I have not seen him since I came back, he got mad at me for whatever reason and I have no idea why, please tell Tohma to talk to him." Mikka implored. Her future sister in law gave her a pained look and put her hand on hers.

"Have you thought about leaving him?" she asked after a little while.

"Never! I'd die without him!"

"Then maybe he knows that, and that's why he treats you the way he does. Mikka, don't let my brother take you for granted like he does everyone else. Teach him a lesson, trust me, if he cares about you he'll come back with his tail between his legs." Mikka looked at the love of her life's sister in shock, and although it seemed a bit cruel, she had a valid point. But… What if Eiri didn't come back? The possibility was very tangible, at times it seemed that he was waiting for her to end it. "I'll talk to Tohma," Mika Seguchi said seeing her friend's skepticism.

"Thank you,"

"Enough of these men! Lets have lunch I'm starving. I brought you the most gorgeous gown from Greece; you're coming to have dinner with us tonight, maybe I can get Tohma to call that knuckle head brother of mine…"

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Yuki sat in front of the TV watching Glaring Dream for the hundredth time, his face stood inches from the screen, drinking in every detail of the one who was responsible for his lack of sleep. The video ended and Yuki ran to his studio to continue, with his masterpiece. He'd been working on it since that first day he saw him over a week ago. He uncovered the oil painting and began where he left off. The body and the background were done; the wings needed a few final touches, but the face… the face laid untouched, a white patch of canvas that stared right at him. Yuki graced his fingertips ever so slowly along the long legs and torso without touching them, then he let his hand linger where the eyes should be…

"Talk to me," he whispered to the nameless angel of darkness who was plaguing his very existence with his light. A sound intruded on his senses and he turned sharply to the cell phone lying carelessly on his desk. He didn't feel like talking to anyone, but he'd been holed up long enough, if it was Tohma, no doubt he'd be by later, and if it was Mikka, she'd keep on calling until he picked up. Yuki walked to the desk, and grabbed the noisy object answering it curtly.

"What?" There was a pause on the other side, then a sight. "Thank goodness you're alright, you had me worried." Tohma's voice sounded truly relieved.

"Why wouldn't I be?" the mangaka asked grouchily, looking at the painting on its easel.

"I kept calling and calling, them your sister called me today to tell me that you and your significant other had a fight and that she hasn't seen you since." All this was said calmly and collectively.

"Whatever, what do you need?" Yuki asked already wanting to hang up.

"Don't miss me that much, I feel guilty to rob so much of your heart." Tohma returned with a dose of sarcasm of his own.

"I'm fine, if all you wanted to do was check on me, I'm alright, I have a lot of work and less that two weeks to finish it, so if that is all I'm hanging up."

"Eiri… can I come over?" Tohma asked lowly. Yuki looked at the painting once more and felt a tightening in his loin.

"Yeah," he responded simply and hanged up.

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Seguchi Tohma stood behind a one-way glass room at the recording studio, watching his newest recruits rehearse the next single of their upcoming album "Gravity" He noticed some tension between the two band members, which he was more than a little glad for, he hated to admit it, but he, Tohma Seguchi, one of the most powerful men in Japan, was jealous of a little boy. That was the least of his concerns though, worst comes to worst and they decided that fame wasn't their "thing" he would not let Hiro go, he would support and work with him closely.

Tohma had heard the rumors going around and it surprised him that people could read him so easily. He considered himself a very private person who rarely if ever showed his true feelings… except to Eiri. But if he analyzed the whole situation from the start, it did seemed rather obvious that he favored Back Luck. He tried not to approach them too much or unnecessarily, but mainly because he couldn't bear it. His infatuation with Hiro had taken a very severe turn, and he could not possibly be in the same room with him for too long.

From the top!" Shuichi-kun yelled and they started the fast paced melody again. Tohma looked intently at Hiro's movements, he could not get enough of them, he literally saw them in his dreams. It had been six months since he took Bad Luck under his wing and he had yet to make any sort of insinuation to the man who was slowly turning his world upside down, he couldn't fathom these feelings-- he couldn't explain them, and that scared him more than anything. Tohma always needed to be in control, to know exactly where he was going. But all that had changed, and it was driving him insane. His desires were never that great to begin with-except years ago when he saw Eiri for the first time-but even back then it didn't feel like this. Sometimes he felt as though his skin burned, and it was always the same thought that was responsible for it… Hiro.

"Why do I want you so?" Tohma whispered to the boy, "Why can't I just have you like I have everything else I want?" He closed his eyes and images invaded his mind. The phone rang and he looked at it, thankful for the intrusion. He picked it up and listened to his wife's bickering for a moment.

"Fine," was all he said after she was done and hanged up immediately dialing another number. Eiri answered after a few rings and Tohma felt so relieved to hear his voice. He needed him, now more than ever. After a short conversation, he took one last look at the cause of his distress and headed out to submerge himself in the arms of the one who understood him best.

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A/N: There's a series of things I can point out being terribly wrong, like Tohma being a little too obsessed with Hiro. And what in the name of hell is wrong with the longhaired guitarist? I mean you got your fame, take it and shut up… why all the suspicion and antagonism for, can Tohma just be doing it for the goodness of his heart ^_~? I tell you some people! *throws arms up in the air*

And Yuki… OMG talk about love at first sight! Ok, and it sounds to me like these Mikas are a little too in love with our studs^^… but as we all know, in this story, women are like a wagon's fifth wheel^^ Poor things… they'll will come to learn though -_-

Next Stop: Sleepless Beauty. I see dead people… I mean there will be dead people, and more drama, and another unlikely lemon, and more obsess people of course… I'll leave you with that thought for now… muahahahaha.

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