Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Break Through ❯ Sleepless Beauty ( Chapter 7 )

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.

Chapter Six: Sleepless Beauty

That time of the month was upon them again and they were not ready- not by a long shot. The day before printing, Tokyo's highest skyscraper busied itself in preparation for "the visit." Every time, no matter how well they thought they did, it seemed they were never ready for him. This month was worse than ever, they were simply not ready. Yuki-sama had called a meeting the previous month, which he never showed up for or even called to cancel for that mater. In the hopes that the reason for his ulcers would grace them with his wisdom, Onizuka halted preparations for over a week- a week that cost them dearly.

The hall busied, and everyone ran around at the buzz that he was on his way up. They all gathered standing outside the elevator door, lining on either side of it, much like the Star Wars movie-they were waiting for their Darth Vader. Yuki Eiri-sama exited the elevator, with his personal assistant on one side and his secretary on the other. Onizuka bowed, holding his handkerchief tightly-his old heart couldn't take much more of this, he was going to suffer a nervous breakdown any day now. Everyone else bowed as well, and without any acknowledgment, the tall handsome mangaka made his way to his office; followed by his top three man… heads would most likely roll.

On top of everything else Yuki-sama had been late with two of the mayor titles, but regardless of that he expected everything finished on time nonetheless. As the door to his office closed, the sighs and phews from his team of geniuses could be heard throughout the large office.

"He seems in a good mood today, ne?" The head inker whispered to the dialogue editor. On the once a month visit day, everyone involved with the projects was expected to be there.

"How can you tell? He always looks the same to me," the other man replied looking at the closed door, not envying Onizuka's position one bit.

"I don't know, but I think he is, didn't you see his eyes though, I bet he hasn't slept in days."

"Inspiration must be finally leaving him," the inker snickered.

"Yeah, like that would happen! man I tell you, if it wasn't for the pay, and the fact that people would kill to work for him, I don't think I'd be able to put up with the stress."

"Yeah, me too."

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Yuki-sama sat at his desk going through the pre-press pages that needed to be approved. Déjà vu. Every month it was the same, he would find a million things wrong, demand for them to be corrected, hold a meeting to tell the staff how incompetent they were, maybe even get rid of a couple of people, leave the scrip for the following month and then leave. He was acting very strangely, however, and seemed out of it. First of- Onizuka noticed, he looked as if he hadn't sleep in days, he browsed through the pages of Kenshin and it was as though he was not seeing them at all. He even put on is sunglasses as soon as he sat at his desk-very strange for him to behave like this.

Yuki-sama put the book down and without any comment moved on to the next-Weiss Kreuz, one of their newest project, sort of a Charlie's Angels type story, but a lot more violent, gory, sexually oriented and with men as protagonists, the fist one of its kind for Yuki-sama.

Onizuka didn't know whether to ask, or just count his blessings and be quiet. He browsed through it in the same manner as with the other- a blank expression on his face. After the third book, he removed his sunglasses and Onizuka was shocked, his initial thought was seriously wrong, the man looked as if he hadn't slept in weeks, the black bags under his eyes were very pronounced, and with his pallid complexion, it made him look zombie like. None of the fierceness and coldness could be seen on his features. Onizuka knew the man preferred to work at night, but he'd never looked anything like this. Yuki-sama rubbed the bridge of his nose as if to release tension and looked up setting his deep gaze on him.

"Coffee?" The mangaka said barely above a whisper. Onizuka was already used to his tones and always ready to fly if possible to comply with his boss's requests, but even the usual sarcastic remarks were miraculously absent. The manager pressed a button and ordered the hot drink, taking it upon himself to ask for some aspirin as well. Then promptly getting ready for the storm to come. Yuki-sama sat back and put his hand under his chin-Onizuka waited.

"Onizuka?" the tall man said after a while and he almost jumped out of his skin.

"Yes Yuki-sama?" the nervous wreck asked hesitantly, wiping his forehead with his handkerchief.

"I need you to get something for me."

Onizuka bowed waiting for instruction, all the while wondering what was wrong with his boss. He never thought he would live to see the day he felt worried for the cruel and grumpy younger man.

"I need you to get me every music magazine you can find. I also need you to get a single called Glaring Dream, and if there is a DVD for it, get it as well. I don't know the name of the band who plays it, but it's been on TV enough, you shouldn't have a problem finding it." Onizuka listened to all this shocked. Not only didn't Yuki-sama say a word about the mangas, he was making such an unusual request.

"Yes Yuki-sama," was all he was able to say after taking notes. "Will there be anything else?"

"No, let me see my appointments for today and tomorrow."

"Yes, of course," Onizuka said still waiting for any comments on the mangas, but was afraid to ask. He needed them to be approved for printing. Onizuka stood waiting for more instructions while Yuki-sama looked over his appointments. The coffee came-thanks god-he was beginning to wonder what was taking so long. The new intern served it nervously and again Onizuka found himself waiting for some sort of lashing from the short tempered man… none came. On the contrary, he took the cup, drank a long gulp of the hot liquid, not taking his eyes off the small digital organizer.

"Thank you," he muted to the nervous secretary, who, more likely than not, had heard countless horror stories about the tyrant they all worked for. She bowed and exited swiftly. Yuki-sama lifted his head from the digital organizer and looked at him.

"Isn't there anything you need to do… like getting what I asked for? I'm expecting those things before I leave today."

Onizuka bowed again, took a deep breath and braved himself for the worst. "Err… Yuki-sama, how about the books?" Incredible that such a simple question could implicate so much.

"Those are fine," Yuki-sama responded absently dismissing him. Onizuka gathered them up, not able to wait and see everyone's faces when he showed them the miraculously uncorrected pages, and exited quickly before the golden tyrant changed his mind.

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"Gentleman, have a seat," Tohma Seguchi greeted as the members of Bad Luck walked into his office. They were coming fresh out of rehearsal. He could still see the sweat glistering on Hiro's face, it literally made him shudder, and he had to revert his attention to a random object on his desk to stop the erotic images from flooding his mind. He waited for the two youths to be seated before seating himself. He opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a magazine, set it in front of them and waited for their reaction. Tohma never bothered to do this sort of thing for any other band, but lately he found himself looking for an excuse to summon his obsession to his office, silly of him to behave like a schoolboy.

"Oh my god, that's Pop Beat magazine!" Shuichi exclaimed taking the magazine and staring at it. "We're on the cover," the young singer said barely above a whisper. Hiro took it from the hands of his band member and stared at it too, his reaction was nothing like Tohma expected or hoped from him, he seemed as if offended by it.

"The issue hits the stands tomorrow, and as you can see, you are already number one on the pop chart, with Glaring Dream," Tohma continued peeling his eyes off Hiro and watching Shuichi page to the charts.

"Oh my god! Hiro we're number one." The young singer awed again in the same disbelieving voice. Hiro took the magazine again and looked at it, showing a bit of emotion for the first time.

"You have done extremely well, I must congratulate you, and collect my bet wins from the people who doubted you." Tohma said once again directing his gaze at Hiro… god how he wanted to touch him, to run his fingers through his hair and kiss the bridge of his nose, and…

"I want to take you both out to celebrate." With this said Tohma pressed a button and Usagi came in a second later.

"Yes Seguchi-sama?"

"Is the reservation I asked for confirmed?"

"Yes Seguchi-sama, for nine o'clock this evening like you asked."

"Thank you Usagi-chan." The secretary bowed and left, and Tohma turned back to his guests. "I hope you don't mind. I picked the place, I hope you like American food."

"We couldn't impose Seguchi-sama," Hiro cut in before Shuichi could say something stupid.

"Nonsense, you have proven to be very profitable, it's the least I can do."

"Thank you Seguchi-sama," Shuichi got to his feet and bowed low, Hiro followed suit.

"Just be at the Hard Rock café at nine, you may bring whoever you wish." Tohma smiled and changed the subject to business as usual.

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Onizuka came in the office with an array of cd's, dvd's and magazines. He didn't understand the strange request, but if it kept Eiri-sama off their backs-- god bless the media. He knocked, mainly to announce his return and let himself in. Yuki-sama was on the phone, and without missing a word of what the person on the other end of the line was saying, beckoned for Onizuka to come closer.

"I understand…" Yuki was saying, as Onizuka came closer. He set all the material down and Yuki eyed him dismissively, and then set his eyes on the neat pile on the desk.

"I'll call you back," he said to whomever he was talking to and hanged up. He took the first magazine and seemed to read the cover; he opened it and browsed through it stopping at a certain article. Onizuka noted his reactions carefully, noticing the deep eyes open a little wider as he looked over the pictures on the colorful page.

"Thank you Onizuka, you may go and continue with your work." Did Yuki-sama say `thank you'? The overworked man could not believe his ears. The man bowed and exited quickly lest he make the man mad. He could not wait to tell everyone of this new development.

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Yuki Eiri ran his fingertips over the glossy picture before him. It was not of his fallen angel, instead it was of a young boy, smiling and giving the thumbs up to the camera. He looked almost exquisite in his simple beauty. Yuki felt stuffed and unable to breathe as he stared at the well-defined torso under the semi transparent shirt he was wearing.

"Why are you making me feel like this?" Yuki whispered softly turning the page and looking at yet another too sexy to bear shot, a pull at his loin gave him a wicked desire to relieve himself of the mounting pressure. He hummed the song he already knew by heart focusing on the vivid violet eyes, then the lips, and the neck. A stronger pull and a certain part of his anatomy getting extremely tight in his pants followed. Yuki brought a hand to it absently, and begun rubbing it against it to relieve the rapidly building pressure.

"Why are you doing this?" he whispered closing his eyes and letting images flood his mind as he let the sensation his own hands were bringing take over all else. He rested his forehead on the desk and let a moan escape his lips; he wanted to call his name, his angel's name, and as he realized he didn't even know it, he shot his eyes open and sat up straight feeling disgusted with himself-he had never done such a thing, and to think that some little boy he didn't even know could make him do it was degrading. Eiri focused his eyes on the boy in the magazine again and a white flash of anger took a hold of him.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" he yelled at the dark walls, then threw the pile of media flying through the air and watched them until they landed on the other side of the room. "This is fucking rich, I'm acting like I never did when I was sixteen!" He brought his fingers to the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes tightly, as if this would make him forget somehow, he lit a cigarette and sat back smoking it slowly trying to focus on something else… he could not. Again he focused on the discarded pile, letting his eyes fall on a DVD this time. Yuki got up, walked to it slowly, looked at it as if it were poisonous, battled with his inner self, then bent to pick it up when the battle of will was lost. He went to sit on the stuffed leather couch in his office- one he was sure he'd never occupied before- turned on the TV, set the DVD player and let the images fill his head. It was not the video he'd watched over and over, this time, it was some sort of interview, his eyes fell on the boy on the screen.

"Hey everybody! I'm Shindou Shuichi and this knuckle head is Nakano Hiroshi, but you can call him Hiro."Yuki perked a brow, Shuichi… Shindou, for some reason that name sounded strangely familiar, but then again he'd heard so many names. He repeated it lowly, smirking at the sound of it in his own voice. He watched as the two boys gave a virtual tour of some sort around a recording studio, the whole thing looked homemade, but Yuki guessed that was what they were going for. Then the two stopped in front of a door and acted as if some big secret was behind it, the whole thing was rather humorous… and disturbingly sexy at the same time.

"This is our boss' office,"Shuichi said barely above a whisper, then knocked, they waited a little while, and Yuki found himself waiting as well, wanting to know who was behind it. A puzzled Tohma opened the door and looked at the two… Tohma is their boss?Nakano Hiroshi, but you can call him Hiro-Shuichi's words came back to Yuki as if they were spoken just then. An evil smirk graced the mangaka's lips… so this is the infamous Hiro… I'll be damned.

He picked up the CD that lay carelessly on the floor, set it with the volume high and sat back on the couch to listen to the song that still gave him chills every time he heard it. At this point he didn't care anymore, he closed his eyes and along with the music he touched himself for the very first time.

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"I can't believe it Hiro… we're number one!" Shuichi laughed like a schoolboy, still in complete shock. Who'd ever thought that the song he wrote for his love so long ago would ever wind up being the most played in the entire nation. Hiro just nodded as he stared out the window of their van.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Shu asked too happy to be concerned---have you heard my song to you Eiri? His mind asked as he stared at his own image, on the cover of Japan's most sold music magazine, and reading the big bold black letters spelling "Bad Luck"

"That I'm not buying it," Hiro articulated carefully, not to set off the over exited singer.

"Again with that Hiro?" Shuichi was tired and not at all in the mood to fight.

"I don't care what you say, I know Seguchi Tohma has some sort of ulterior motive, I just can't put my finger on it," Hiro begrudged.

"Everything is some big conspiracy to you Hiro, can't you be happy, can't you be satisfied?"

"Not like this, I'm not easily bought or fooled, until I find out what his true intentions are, I'm not going to fully enjoy any of this."

"Whatever man, its not like we're going to settle this, so, let's talk about the important matters at hand," Shuichi said grinning devilishly. Hiro frowned knowing too well what that meant. "So… are you talking somebody to diner?"

"Yeah…One of the twenty chicks I'm currently fucking. Why you ask, you know I don't have a girlfriend." Hiro answered sarcastically raising a brow.

"Well, you know… I might know of a certain someone who came home from Boston on a holiday brake." Shu said innocently.

"Maiko is home?" Hiro asked excitedly. He had had a crush on her for the longest.

"Yup, for a whole week, enough time for a stud like you to set the moves. Maybe now that you are famous she'll give you the time of day." Shu elbowed his old friend on the side.

"Wow I can't believe it! All right man, I'm asking her to come with. If having dinner at the Hard Rock Café with Seguchi Tohma, former member of Nittle Grasper and the hottest, most talented guitar player in Japan, don't turn her on, I don't know what will!" For the first time in months Hiro seemed like his old self. Shuichi was glad for it-he had no idea what the man saw in his sister, but if it made him feel happy, he would bless it any day. He was glad, that at least for a week Hiro would forget about his conspiracy theory.

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They reached Shuichi's parents house. They had not been there since Shu moved out to live with Hiro at the apartment NG leased for them. Maiko came running and hugged her older brother tightly.

"Let me see you, let me see you!" The over hyper girl shook Shuichi and then gave him a look over, "Oh my God, look at you, a Super Star! The first time I saw you in a mag I almost passed out!" Maiko squeaked. Then looked past her blushing brother and set her eyes on Hiroshi.

"Hey." The usually cool as cool can be guy said shyly.

"Hey Hiro, you look good." Maiko smiled, "I got about a hundred request for you to autograph!" She continued saying to Shuichi, saying nothing further to Hiro.

"Wait, are we famous in America too?" Shu could hardly keep his voice in check.

"There are a lot of Japanese girls in my class… you know, exchange student programs genius, you know you're not that good."

"Whatever, like I'm doing you any favors for free… hundred bucks a pop!" Shu joked reminiscing old times, when he and Maiko would argue like little kids; he didn't realize how much he missed his fucked up sister until now.

"I'll sign them," interrupted Hiro.

"You are so nice Hiro-kun, unlike this leech over here." She hit Shu on the arm.

"Traitor!" Shu glared at his best friend.

"Hey you know we're going out to dinner tonight to celebrate our number one hit and very first magazine cover."

"No way!" Maiko gasped.

"Oh yes way, and here is proof, hits the stands tomorrow in the AM." Shu bragged proudly holding the pre press copy up for her to see, Maiko wasn't even listening to him anymore; as she snatched the magazine from his hand and paged through it.

"Can I keep it?" she begged.

"Hell no! Go buy it tomorrow like everyone else."

"So do you want to come to dinner with us?" Hiro interrupted not wanting to let the subject go.

"If I were you I start getting ready right now," Shu looked at his watch-it read 3pm-"The dinner is at nine, and we don't want to be late." Maiko punched Shuichi again and ran upstairs.

"So are you coming?" Hiro yelled after her.

"Of course… I'm going to get ready!" she yelled.

"You know, that was a joke," Shu stared stupefied after his crazy sister.

"You should know better man."

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Yuki came in with the intent of gathering a few changes of clothes and get out before Mikka even saw him. But as he was met by her intense gaze as soon as he stepped foot in the house, he knew he was up to his head, would probably have to give her due as well.

"Hey," he greeted dryly-hopefully if she saw him in a bad mood, she'd leave him alone, that seldom worked, but it was worth the try.

"Where have you been Eiri?" Her voice told him that he might be looking at spending the night even-damn.

"Working, not that it is of any relevance," Yuki responded as dryly as before.

"You mean to tell me that I can come and go for months at a time and not even offer an explanation?"

"Isn't that what you do?"

"I go on tour and you know it, I can't count the days to come back to you Eiri, you don't even leave the city but you avoid me as if I were the plague!"

"I am working as well, you know better than anyone that I cannot concentrate with you around."

"But must you leave for weeks on end? You don't even answer or return my calls."

"Dammit Mikka, what do you want from me?" Yuki asked irritated.

"What do I want from you? Eiri, we are engaged, you barely speak to me, I bet your staff gets better treatment!" Yuki was tired, frustrated and wanted nothing more than for the woman to shut up. He walked to her and kissed her roughly-that ought to shut her up-She promptly laced her arms around his neck and kissed back in full… where was the argument, the reproach? It always ended up the same. Yuki took her in his arms and without missing a step or a stroke to her tongue, went into their bedroom, throwing her on the bed roughly, running his hand all over her heated skin. Mikka let out a sigh of pleasure and he almost laughed out loud at how predictable she was, he ripped her clothes off and began to make his way down her body, hating every minute of it. She reached out and played with his hair and ears almost making Yuki lash a punch at her, he hated his ears being touched, almost as much as he hated having sex with her, but of course he would never tell her either. He reached her core and lapped at it with abandon, making her scream his name over and over, like a prayer--- just as always. His thoughts deviated from the annoying noise, and to a certain fallen black winged angel. He needed the thoughts in order to prepare his body and mind for the less than pleasurable act he was about to commit.

Mikka let out one last cry as her body convulsed with the waves of pleasure that coursed through her. Yuki positioned himself at her entrance as if her climax was his clue to end it, only to be pushed back on the bed and a greedy mouth covered his own. Soft feminine hands were all over his chest and abs, going lower and lower, finally taking a hold of his neglected sex.

"My turn," Mikka's husked whisper almost made him wince, as the realization of who exactly was above him hit home. Her hot mouth engulfed him hard and deep, he just wanted it to end so that he could get some clothes and go back to work. Mikka's head bobbed up and down and Yuki found himself counting to see how many strokes it would take to make him feel anything at all. His cell phone rang and he reverted his counting to the rings it took for whoever was calling to desist--although if it was Tohma-- Yuki sat up holding Mikka's chin, she looked up to him in disappointment, imploring with her eyes for him not to answer. He ignored this and took the phone from the forgotten pair of pants on the bed.

"Eiri here," he said dryly, watching Mikka giving him a mortified look.

"Eiri," The urgent voice of his sister exclaimed at the other end of the line.

"What is it Mika?" Yuki asked just as dryly, not caring about the urgency in her voice.

"It's father… he died." The voice broke down and began crying. Yuki never thought this moment would ever come, or how he would react to it "Tatsuha just called, I tried calling Tohma but I can't get through." The wails were almost making her words slurred.

"Calm down, I'm coming over, we'll drive to Kyoto together, you can keep trying to contact Tohma from the car."

"Ok," a little voice that sounded much like a little girl's responded. Yuki hanged up and threw his phone on the bed; he didn't even know what to feel.

"Everything ok?" Mikka asked reminding him that she was even in the room.

"My father died," Yuki announced coldly. Mikka brought her hand to her face and gasped.

"Oh my god, when, how?" She asked in disbelief.

"I didn't ask, but I have go to Kyoto."

"I'll go with you!" Mikka exclaimed getting up. Yuki grabbed her by the wrist before she could get away.

"No, wait, that won't be necessary." He threw her down on the bed flat on her stomach and lifted her hips plunging himself deep within her and began thrusting hard… Yuki Eiri was now in the mood.

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A/N: I know you guys didn't think I was going to kill one of the main characters… or Mikka huh? That would have been too much of an easy way out for Yuki, who by the way is acting like an asshole (it gets worst in the next chappys) Anyhow I can see him changing for the better already though… I hope you guys too.

Next Stop: Tearless. We'll find out exactly what happened to Uesugi-san and also one of my favorite characters will come in the picture… don't miss it!