Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Break Through ❯ Anti Nostalgic ( Chapter 13 )

 

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

NC-17 for Yaoi, language, adult material and sex.

This week I must apologize to my readers, as I had no beta for this chapter. I went over it twice and corrected any and all mistakes I could see, still, if there is any left… GOMEN NASAI… HONTO NI GOMEN NASAI *bows profusely*

 

Chapter Twelve: Anti Nostalgic

 

 

Mikka lay in bed staring at the ceiling. In the past few hours, she'd learned more about her seemingly perfect life than she could even begin to digest. It suddenly made so much sense. Eiri's coldness, distance, disinterest. The apartment that even thought she knew existed; she'd never set foot in, or didn't even know where it was for that matter. Slowly, she brought her left hand up to stare at what she had thought was the proof of his love and devotion. The ring she had so wanted, and up until a few hours ago, had thought to be so beautiful and meaningful, but now seemed so grotesque and tacky.

 

With all her might Mikka wanted to dismiss everything as a misunderstanding, some horrible mistake of her overworked and lonely mind, but as the hours passed and she had more time to put all the pieces of this puzzle together, the little details that should have bothered her throughout the years, she realized that it was not simply her imagination playing tricks on her. There must be some truth behind it all. She now had little doubt that the man who literally ruled her existence has been or is been unfaithful to her.

 

“Why Eiri… aren't I enough?” The question was whispered to the four walls that surrounded her, the four walls that had seen her in happiness, loneliness, misery and despair, the ones that knew her better than anyone. Mikka closed her eyes and went back to a time when she had been truly whole, a time she wished she could go back to and re-write the chapters of her false existence.

 

xxxFlashbackxxx

 

“Hi!” Mikka came to school extra early to make sure she got to Uesugi Eiri first. Since he transferred to her school, he'd been the obsession of every single girl on campus. Mikka herself had changed from all business, strict to the bone, and unapproachable, to an obsessive, bordering to stalker empty-headed girl; the same kind she had hated with all her being not too long ago.

The upcoming school festival was only a week away and she knew Eiri had rejected every bold invitation made to him to the bonfire afterwards.

She stood right next to him on tiptoe, staring up at his beautiful profile, and even like that, he seemed like a giant compared to her. He shifted his deep gaze to look at her for a few seconds, then back to the blackboard as he erased the writing on it. Mikka wasn't surprised or offended by this reaction, she knew first hand, that no one could get two words out of the extremely elusive blond Uesugi god. “I was wondering if you'd like to come to the festival bonfire with me?” Mikka chirped enthusiastically, only to be ignored, “I know a lot of girls have asked you already, and I know you haven't accepted any invites yet.” Again Eiri shifted his eyes to her, and then back to the board. Mikka pursed her lips and decided to try another approach. “ I have to come. As the student body president, is my duty to attend, I normally wouldn't, because I find these type of events boring. But… you know how it is,” she continued trying to sound casual, “ Of course I will need someone to help me, you know… to carry materials, supervise the events, to make sure everyone is in their best behavior… you know, that sort of thing.” She slapped herself inwardly for sounding like such a dumb blonde; but god knew she had no control over her actions where Eiri Uesugi was concerned, bracing herself for the worst, she was surprised when he didn't say anything at first. He shifted his gaze back to her after a while, keeping his eyes on hers a little longer, and then moved from the board over to the teacher's desk, and began cleaning it without saying a word. Mikka followed him hopeful, he hadn't told her to go to hell yet, which was a good thing. “So do you want to help me?”

 

“No” came the crisp reply, startling her.

 

“Why?” She was truly disappointed, but refused to show it. Instead, Mikka made a little bow to herself; she would pest him until he had no choice but to accept.

 

“Because I don't want to.” Eiri replied not even bothering to make up a lame excuse.

 

“Why not? C'mon it'll be fun” Mikka took his arm for emphasis, but the look of pure contempt Eiri gave her, made her back away, a little afraid, then he kept on with his task as if she weren't even there. She planned her next words carefully. “I know that…”

 

“Why are you stalking me?” Eiri asked suddenly, cutting her off. He sounded angry even; the first time Mikka heard any emotion in his usually toneless deep voice. She blinked, taken aback, not knowing what to say.

 

“I'm not…” She began defending herself, but she suddenly realized that she was in fact stalking him. “I just want to be your friend,” She replied lowly, looking down while playing with her hands.

 

“I don't want any friends.” Eiri stated after considering her reply.

 

“Is it so bad to be able to talk to someone, to trust, to be able to rely on others? I'm not sure why you are the way you are, I know you must have your reasons, but its wrong! Everyone needs friends.” Mikka pleaded as if she was in front of a jury, and Eiri was the judge.

 

“What is it to you?” Eiri asked in an even angrier tone, she should have been afraid, but she wasn't. She wanted to reach deep down and grab his heart with her bare hands and squeeze it, until all the ice around it melted to reveal the real Uesugi Eiri that must be buried within somewhere.

 

“Because I care!” She yelled. With shocked eyes, Eiri regarded her for a full minute without saying a word, before turning and heading to the student desks to clean them as well. Mikka stood on the spot, a tear running down her face. She was crying, not for the rejection, but for the man who was much too young to be so lonely and bitter. She decided then and there that no matter what the cost, she would break the ice, she would make him see that there was so much he was missing. Then embarrassed that he had seen her cry, she ran out of the room.

 

xxx End of Flashback xxx

 

“Yuki came out of the shower to find Shuichi gone. “Hmph, so the kid can't take rejection,” he half mused feeling a bit disappointed-- but refusing to acknowledge it-- while drying his hair with a towel. He walked to his cigarettes, and as he took them, saw the bright red light of his cell blink rapidly, telling him he had several messages. No doubt it was Mikka with her foolishness. He lit up a smoke, again, regretting the kid being gone, but knowing it was for the best. Pushing that thought out of his mind quickly, he sat down and grabbed the apparatus to see what the woman wanted. Looking at the screen, he was a bit taken aback to see Mikka had left thirty five messages in the space of two hours, there was also a couple from his annoying sister as well. There were no Tohma messages, which meant there was no emergency. Yuki listened to the first couple that said nothing other than “call me”, he erased them all rolling his eyes, not even bothering to listen to his sister's calls. “What the hell am I doing wasting so much time… I'm so fucking late with Kenshin…” Yuki whispered to himself lamenting, most likely he would have to work all day, and pull an over nighter to have it ready. Although the delay had been worth it, he did have millions of fans to answer to after all. With a small smirk, he remembered Shuichi's lithe body under his, and the intoxicating moans of the singer. Yuki shook his head roughly to push the intruding thoughts away. He could not afford to get so caught up with Shuichi.

 

Yuki sighted, and dialed Mikka's number—god only knew that she would not let him work in peace until he called-- before the first ring was over she was on the line.

 

“Eiri?”

 

“What is it?” he asked dryly, a little too dry.

 

“I kept calling and calling.”

 

“ I noticed, I thought someone died… I told you I have a lot of work, I'll see you later today, I'm sure whatever it is can wait until then.” There was silence at the other end.

 

“Sure, it was nothing really, I just thought you'd be up and I wanted to say good night.” To this Yuki raised a brow… thirty five times just to say goodnight? “So we're still on for dinner?” Mikka asked after a few seconds, she sounded surprised actually.

 

“Didn't I promise?” Yuki replied-- the fact that she was acting strange not escaping him.

 

“Alright, I'll see you later then, bye,” and then a second later “And Eiri… I love you.”

 

“See you later,” he said hanging up, he looked at the phone a second or two, trying to make any sense out of the whole conversation, then sighted and set it down.

 

Damn, I have so much work to do!” He admonished himself for procrastinating so much instead of just getting it over with. But even as he thought this, he walked to the TV and sat down to watch his “Bad Luck: Full Access” DVD.

 

XXX

 

Hiro walked into the studio at around noon. Suguru was already rehearsing some of the songs from their upcoming album. He liked the kid, he was so young, but very professional and dedicated. It seemed as if, it had been yeas ago that he had had a problem with their `trust', now it seemed as if Suguru had been part of the band all along and that they couldn't do without him. In short, the kid was everything some obnoxious lead singer Hiro knew—who of course wasn't around-- could ever hope to be.

 

Hiro wondered mildly where Shuichi was at the moment; he went by his room before leaving to make sure he had gotten home safely, but he had not been there. As much as it annoyed him, Hiro was beginning to worry; it was very unlike Shu to spend the night out, and without telling him on top of that. Hiro then smiled as he thought that Shuichi might have a girlfriend stashed somewhere. Then pushed the though, remembering that in all the years he knew Shuichi, he'd never met such a lucky gal… or pal.

 

“Hiro-kun!” Suguru yelled as soon as he spotted him, bringing Hiro out of his thoughts of Shuichi's “loveless” love life. Hiro waved back and walked to get his guitar. “Tohma-kun came down looking for you,” Suguru chanted a little too suggestively. Which made it almost impossible for Hiro to suppress a blush cross his features-- a blush that Suguru didn't miss. “He asked me to tell you to come to his office as soon as you got here,” The blush grew deeper and so did Suguru's smirk. Hiro sighted and put his guitar down, he would have to deal with it sooner or later, and he supposed that sooner was the way to go.

 

“Thanks,” Hiro muted heading to the elevator.

 

“Isn't Shu with you?” Suguru asked as if remembering there was another member in the band.

 

“When does he ever comes in early with me as he should?” Hiro replied sarcastically, making Suguru smile knowingly and roll his eyes. “I shouldn't be long, I'll call him when I come back, just keep practicing dude.” The nervous guitarist said dismissively and walked away.

 

X

 

“Morning,” Tohma's face lit up as soon as Hiro walked into his office. His assistant, left the office soon as she opened the door for him, apparently having been told to do so. “How did you sleep?” Tohma asked still smiling, as he walked to Hiro and put his arms around the longhaired guitarist's neck, and giving him a small peck on the lips. Hiro shuddered as he felt the softness of Tohma's lips on his own, again, the memories of the night before came full force, making a certain part of his anatomy react. Tohma noticed and smiled wider and sweeter, nuzzling on Hiro's chest. Hiro had come only to tell the man they couldn't `continue' what they so thoughtlessly started, but the man's happy smile, soft lips, and mild perfume Hiro could still smell on himself, melted him all at once. And without meaning to, Hiro wrapped his arms around Tohma's small waist-- a gesture; the blond man took as an invitation, to kiss Hiro's lips again. This time slowly and thoroughly, exploring the mouth, he'd had no time to pay proper attention to the night before.

 

It went on for a long time. Slowly, Hiro brought a hand to Tohma's wavy hair, threading his fingers through it, then holding the back of his head, to bring him closer. Tohma deepened the kiss and slowly pushed Hiro towards one of the sofas in the spacious office. Straddling Hiro once he fell on it. Breaking the kiss, the seemingly innocent producer threaded his fingers through Hiro's hair as well.

 

“I thought you'd fight me today as well, I was ready for war.” Another peck on the lips and a smirk followed the soft-spoken words.

 

“I was going to… but what's the use?” Hiro replied resigned to the fact the he was inexorably attracted to the man, that in all aspects—except for having wings—resembled an angel, “We'll play it by ear.” The longhaired guitarist added, allowing the sensations his body was starting to feel take dominance of his actions. Running his hands down Tohma's back, Hiro kissed him again, then with a trail of nips and little pecks, he made his way down the pale throat. Tohma threw his head back to give him full access, A little moan escaping his lips, as Hiro unbuttoned his shirt to go lower still.

 

“This isn't what I called you for…” Tohma breathed playfully, but Hiro was too far gone to pay him any mind. A phone rang, and for a moment, neither man heard it. Until it became apparent that it would not stop ringing until it was answered. Hiro with an annoying groan realized it was his phone making the infernal noise.

 

“You should answer that,” Tohma smiled nipping Hiro's nose, “It may be your girlfriend.” Hiro looked confused for a moment, then remembered about Maiko

 

“Or maybe is your wife calling with a warning that we must stop before we fall too deep, and she'd have to kill me.” Tohma didn't look too amused at the remark at first, but soon broke into another breathtakingly beautiful smile. Hiro took the phone out of his pocket and rolled his eyes upon seeing whom it was.

 

“What do you want?” He asked curtly, mad that Shuichi wouldn't tell him where he went after the show, but quick to call from who knows where to interrupt his make out session with—as much as Hiro hated to admit—his gay lover.

 

“I need a ride.” Shuichi replied without any prelude.

 

“You what?!” Hiro couldn't believe the bastard's nerve. He glanced at Tohma, who listened to this exchange with a worried expression. Hiro brought his hand to the man's face, and delicately caressed his cheek to reassure him.

 

“I need a ride, please Hiro, I'll explain later.” Hiro realized his friend sounded somewhat stressed, and decided to drop it for now.

 

“Alright, but don't think I won't ask where you were.”

 

“Thanks...” Shu whispered.

 

“Where are you?”

 

“I don't know exactly, the street sign reads, “Kamagura Michi” Shuichi said reading the sign at the intersection, “I'm at the intersection of that road and Hibia Dori.”

 

“Kamagura Michi and Hibia Dori… I don't know where that is… call a cab.” Hiro began grouchily.

 

“I don't have my wallet on me… Hiro please.”

 

“I'll send my chauffer to get him.” Tohma interrupted taking the phone from Hiro's hands. “Shuichi-kun, stay where you are, I'll have Tomoe get you.” He spoke into the receiver.

 

“Seguchi-san!” Shuichi exclaimed shocked, wondering what his friend, and the producer he swore to the world he hated were doing in the same room. “Please don't tell Hiro about…” He didn't have to guts to finish from fear that Hiro might be listening.

 

“Don't worry I won't, but let's get you here, so you can go back to work,”

 

“Thank you Seguchi-san.” Shuichi said as he hanged up.

 

XXX

 

Yuki spent all day thinking about Shuichi. He could not believe, the boy was already so etched in his mind as to not allow him to concentrate in his drawings. All the mangaka could think about were, the boy's full luscious lips, soft hair, arousing scent, and long limbs around him. It was driving him crazy. He lit up another cigarette and puffed at it almost aggressively, then putting it off before it was done He could not allow things to progress any further than they already had. He could not become more dependent on this kid, who held a power over him, the boy better not know he possessed. Sighting, Yuki light up yet another cigarette and puffed angrily, while staring at the painting he should have never hanged by his bed—or painted for that matter.

 

“You'll be the end of me if I let you…” Yuki sighted, mad at himself for not realizing how deep he was falling. He went back to his drawings, and again found himself thinking about the feline boy, whose intoxicating scent still lingered all over that place. Rolling his eyes, Yuki decided that it would be futile to even try and get his work done. He needed to distract himself, to be around other people, so he wouldn't have to think about Shuichi, “… lucky you Mikka, you're the only one I got.” Yuki smirked ironically, and getting his phone, he placed the call to his manager, Onizuka, who of course was gone for the day.

Leaving a hasty massage and hanging up. He begrudge himself at how sorry he had to be, if he needed someone else to finish what he normally wouldn't allow anyone to touch… his art.

 

Yuki put his cigarette out, and grabbing his keys went out the door… he had a promise to fulfill.

 

 

 

 

xxx Flashback xxx

 

The festival had been a success naturally. Mikka wanted nothing more than to go home and fall on her bed clothed and all. She was so tired… and disappointed. After the episode with Eiri in their homeroom, he had not spoken a royal word to her. And for the first time, she'd been thankful for it. The embarrassment came back every time she saw him in class.

 

“Mikka-sempai!” a lower grade student called to her, Mikka stopped walking and waited for her to catch up, “Souma sensei asked me to get you,” The girl panted, catching her breath.

 

“Right now?” Mikka asked, she was so tired, she couldn't even think straight… couldn't the man wait until the morning?

 

“He said before the bonfire ends,” The girl looked around, spotting a group of friends and waiving to them.

 

“Thank you,” Mikka replied, and the girl went running to meet the group. “Let's get it over with…” Mikka sighted and made her way to the teacher's office.

 

“Hey!” Another voice interrupted her thoughts—a male voice this time—“You don't look like you're having fun.” She turned rolling her eyes… Youji always seemed to find her, no matter where she hid.

 

“I'm a little worn out. Actually, I was called by Souma sensei, and then I'm going home,” Mikka replied nonchalantly.

 

“Oh, why? Aren't you staying for the bonfire?” The sleek boy asked getting a little too close to her.

 

“I already said I'm going home.” Walking a little faster to avoid looking at him, Mikka kept on straight, hoping Youji would take that as an end to their conversation.

 

“I was actually looking forward to spend some time with you.” The way he said it, gave Mikka the chills. As graduation neared, his attempts to get her were bold and bordering indiscreet.

 

“Well, sorry to disappoint Youji…”

 

“Can I walk you home then?”

 

“No, thank you.”

 

“Why not?” Mikka tried to look for an answer that would not sound extremely rude. She knew a girl who had dated the rich boy, and she had nothing good to say about him… and his temper.

 

“Because she's walking home with me.” Mikka's heart stopped, she looked up, and saw her dream materialized right in front of her eyes. Uesugi Eiri stood, by the fountain, wearing all black. He looked amazing. With a smile from ear to ear, Mikka went to him and stood looking up to his hazel eyes.

 

“I didn't know you two…” Youji said glaring in contempt. It was a known fact that Mikka liked him, as did every other girl…but Uesugi had never paid mind to any of them.

 

“Well now you know,” The tall blonde senior replied, and offered his arm for Mikka to take. She did, almost passing out from happiness. Youji fell back, not wanting to get involved with the tall guy. The heir to the Uesugi shrine had only been involved in one fight since he transferred-- but had sent the other kid to the hospital, marking himself dangerous. Youji looked after the girl he'd obsessed about since ninth grade and kicked the ground angrily as she walked away.

 

“I can't believe you came!” Mikka exclaimed once they were far enough. “I'm so happy!”

 

“Yeah well, I had nothing to do…” Eiri replied tonelessly.

 

“Thank you, this means a lot to me.” Mikka whispered relishing in the feel of Eiri's toned arm.

 

“I wasn't looking for you, you just happen to walk by, I know that kid is up to no good.” Eiri said simply.

 

“I don't care if you weren't looking for me… we're together now, so you better be ready to have a good time!” Eiri gave her a puzzled look.

 

“I hope you don't mean sex, because I just had a fight with my… significant other.”

 

“Of course not! What do you think I am?” that had been exactly what was on her mind, then her face grew grim, “ I didn't know you had a girlfriend.”

 

“Why wouldn't I.? I'm good looking.” There was no pretension whatsoever in those words.

 

“I guess… did you break up?”

 

“I don't know.”

 

“Why did you fight?”

 

“I don't want to talk about it.”

 

“Ok… so you want to go karaoke? Another baffled look from Eiri told her that wasn't a good idea

 

“About we go to my house?” He asked matter-of-factly, and she felt like crying.

 

 

xxx End of Flashback xxx

 

 

Mikka jumped out of the couch as soon as she heard the key, she had waited all day, but knew better than to call her fiancé when he was working. Of course the seemingly endless hours served her to remember old times, and put her thoughts back together. And in the end, love won over all else, and she decided that whether Eiri had been unfaithful or not, their relationship was worth a lot more than any little whore that might have thrown herself at her man. Mikka, decided not to mention anything, but to watch closely—for the first time-- her fiancé's activities.

 

Eiri walked into the room, meeting her anxious gaze. “Sorry I'm late,” He said in a cool voice as he walked to her, “So… where are we going?” Mikka met him half way and got on tiptoe to kiss him, putting her hands around his neck. She was surprised when he kissed her first. She closed her eyes and let herself go limp in his arms; it had been so long since he'd done anything like that. Mikka felt lightheaded from the depth of the passionate kiss. Eiri was spearing no part of her body and soul with the mind numbing exploration of her mouth. Breathlessly, she had to break it, before she passed out then and there.

 

“Eiri…” Mikka breathed not able to say anything else, he seemed unaffected as always. “What was that about?” she managed to say.

 

“Is it that unusual that I would kiss my fiancé?” Mikka gasped, that was the first time he actually said the word when referring to her.

 

“No… I mean…” She was at a loss for words. Eiri deepened his gaze to that seductive stare that melted everyone he gave it to, then took her in his arms and carried her back to the couch, throwing her on it roughly, and promptly ravishing her, as he hadn't done in years.

 

“Eiri… Tatsuha might come!” Mikka laughed like a schoolgirl, while Eiri sucked her ears-- the way Shuichi had to him--

 

“Let him come, he might learn something.”

 

XXX

 

Onizuka sat at his desk staring at the phone; the called he had received earlier in the day was disturbing to say the least. That, and the series of events that unfolded throughout the day left him much to think about. Replaying the whole thing in his mind, the overworked manager tried to make sense to it all.

 

X

 

“Did you see First Stage last night?” Upon entering the busy studio, he was asked by one of the inkers. Onizuka had not time for such trivialities. Especially since Yuki-san was already late with Rurouni Kenshin. Their boss was acting stranger by the minute and it was showing in his work. Onizuka wondered if it finally all the pressures were claiming the reserved mangaka's reason.

 

“No, why would I want to see that?” He replied somewhat dryly, anxious to get to his office and place a very much-feared call to the man.

 

“Well you missed something alright!” everyone seemed to be very exited for some reason.

 

“I doubt it,” Onizuka replied without stopping.

 

“Yeah, Costa Mikka -san was there for an interview,” Someone else began, “And there was this new pop band Bad Luck playing, and you won't believe what happen! Yuki-san came out from back stage to watch them play, then the lead singer came to the panel and hugged Yuki-sama… and he HUGGED him back!” To this Onizuka stopped, turning to them.

 

“You must be mistaken.” Onizuka knew how much Yuki-san disliked being touched in any kind of way.

 

“As if you could mistake Yuki-sama, and you should have seen Costa-san, she looked like she wanted to kill the poor boy, then Yuki-san autographed the singer's shirt and hugged him AGAIN! Onizuka-san what world do you live in, this is the only thing everyone is talking about, even the radio stations are taking calls about it.”

 

“Well that isn't any of our business, besides we have a lot of work to do, we're already late with Kenshin.” Onizuka brushed the unbelievable event not wanting to pry, but feeling a bit more disturbed than he should. He left the staff to their gossip and went into his office to call Yuki-san. As he sat at his desk, he listened to his messages, scared out of his skin upon coming to a heart stopping one.

 

“Eiri here… call me ASAP.” Onizuka took the phone immediately and dialed the seldom-used number. His heart beating so fast, it couldn't be healthy. His boss came on the line a few seconds later.

 

“Onizuka where were you?” The man snapped angrily “I'm sending a messenger with the material I have for Kenshin, I won't have time to get it done, have Makoto finish it, he's good enough, make sure he follows my specific instructions to the letter or its your job, I'll be over before printing to go over it and approve it,” And the line went dead, before the shocked and confused manager could say anything.

 

X

 

As Onizuka sat still replaying it all, again a bad feeling crept in on him. Yuki Eiri never allowed anyone to draw his manga. The manager wiped his brow, remembering with a chill a couple of months back, when Makoto had done two filler pages. And now, the man was giving the task himself. To say he was acting strange was not even close… but why, and how will these changes affect the company?

 

What is going through your mind Yuki-sama… what is going through your mind?”

 

XXX

 

Mikka hummed her latest song, as she got ready to for her `date' with Eiri. After enjoying the hottest love making session in years, they decided upon that little French restaurant they used to love back when they first moved in together.The phone rang, and she dashed to her bedside table to get it.

 

“Hello?” Mikka sang.

 

“I'm glad to hear you sounding so happy, you left me worried last night.”Mika replied from the other end.

 

“Oh yes, I am very happy, but I'll tell you all about it later, Eiri and I are getting ready to go out to dinner.”

 

“You're joking!”

 

“Not at all,” Mikka beamed.

 

“I wish Tohma would come around and take me out once in a while too,” came the lament from the other side.

 

“Who is that?” Eiri walked in the room, looking amazing. It literally made Mikka's mouth water.

 

“Your sister,” Mikka replied admiring him openly.

 

“Hmph!” Eiri sat on the bed.

 

“Is that Eiri?”Mika asked from the other end, “Pass him the phone,”she commanded.

 

“What?” Eiri replied once given the apparatus.

 

“I don't know what bug bit you, but I'm coming with, I'm on my way to NG, come get us there.” Eiri rolled his eyes, but in reality was glad Tohma would be there.

 

“Does he know this?” He asked sarcastically, almost laughing at the silence on the other end.

 

“Just come to NG and get us,”and Mika hanged up, Eiri set the phone down and turn to Mikka.

 

“Change of plans, we have to go get the happy couple at the NGbuilding.” Mikka looked disappointed, but said nothing. Getting up, Eiri walked to the door and said over his shoulder. “You look fine, let's go”

 

 

XXX

 

“Seguchi-san, Mika-san is here to see you.” Usagi called at the same time as Mika let herself into Tohma's office.

 

“Mika!” Tohma was shocked to say the least. “What are you doing here?” he asked.

 

“I came to see my husband, why so surprised?” She came over and planted a kiss on his lips, Tohma fought not to push her away.

 

“I'm working… as you can see.” Tohma let out .His wife sat across from him and smiled sweetly, letting him know that she had no intention in going anywhere.

 

“I can see that, do you really need to work so late?” Mika asked innocently. Tohma winced, thinking on what he had planned to do with Hiro. “Eiri and Mikka are on their way to get us, we're going to have dinner together with them honey…” He hated to be called that, and she knew it. For years she'd known that he no longer—if ever-- had romantic feelings for her, but she refused to give him his freedom. Tohma had never actually asked for it, but now, for the first time, he was putting things in perspective.

 

“I don't have time for social gatherings. I have a Greatest Hits album, a Mikka single, and my new band Bad Luck's first album, coming out in less than two weeks.” Tohma said matter-of-factly, but still sounding apologetic to his wife. He wanted her to leave already so he could go down to get Hiro and have a romantic evening with him.

 

“I'm sorry, but family comes first, I don't ask much of you, but I'm asking… no… I'm demanding you honor me tonight.” Tohma held her gaze, he knew there was no way out of it. He sighted audibly, and took off his glasses, putting them away in his' desk drawer.

 

“Seguchi-sama, K-san is here to see you,” Usagi called through the intercom. Tohma looked at Mika, who was daring him with her eyes to answer.

 

“Tell him to come in.” He felt, rather than saw, his wife's disappointment, but Tohma didn't care, he was disappointed as well, and if she wanted to spend the night with him that badly, she'd have to do it on his terms. The door opened, and others, besides the one Tohma expected came in.

 

“Mika!” Mikka Costa yelled, and came running, his wife stood to hug and kiss the other woman. Tohma and Eiri shared a sympathetic look but neither said anything. Tohma's cell rang, making his heartbeat a little faster as he thought Hiro was calling him, and without looking at the caller ID the mogul immediately replied.

 

“Hello,”

 

“Hey Tohma! Where are you?” K yelled from the other end, “I thought you were coming down”

 

“Down where?” Tohma asked puzzled, K never ceased to annoy him, but he had to admit he was the best.

 

“Down to studio thirty-six, Ryu wanted to see Shuichi-kun, so I brought him, come down, I got something to tell you.” Tohma rolled his eyes,

 

“I'm on my way” The producer replied, normally he would reprimand the American man for being so impetuous, but he really wanted to see Hiro, so he swallowed it. “I have to go downstairs for a bit, I meet you in the limo.” Tohma said already walking to the door.

 

“Where are you going?” Mika asked.

 

“To Bad Luck's rehearsing studio,” Tohma said curtly, looking directly at Eiri, “Want to come?” He asked dutifully to his ex-lover.

 

“Why would I?” Eiri replied annoyed.

 

“I want to!” Mikka chirped.

 

“Me too!” Mikka followed, grabbing Eiri by the arm—much to Mikka's disapproval--. Tohma rolled his eyes and went out the door.

 

 

 

XXX

 

“So are you going to tell me why you been moping around all day?” Hiro sat next to Shuichi. Because he had been so late, they were ordered by Sakano-san—much to Tohma's objection—to stay late. Although by the end of the day, the man did find a convenient excuse to stay behind.

 

“I haven't, I'm just tired, I didn't sleep well last night that's all.” Shuichi replied tonelessly, without looking at his friend, sure that he would know something was wrong. In fact, the more time passed, the more he realized Yuki had only used him for the night. After all these years of wanting him and imagining what it would be like to be with him, and building false hope. It had all come down to a single night of pleasure that will never repeat itself again. At the very least, Shuichi though optimistically, he could say he had been with his god. But the knowledge that by the end of that magical night, he had been noting more than who knows how many others hurt… god how it hurt!

 

“You never told me where you were, I hate to admit it but I was kind of worried.” Hiro observed his friend closely.

 

“I was around… I went Karaoke with Ryu-kun,” Shuichi lied, how could he tell his friend the truth? That he was a gay failure of a man.

 

“You hang out with him a lot lately eh Shu?” Hiro smiled feeling a bit better, “Not that there's anything wrong with that, but he is a little weird, and you are weird enough on your own.”

 

“Thank you for the confidence, Hiro,” Shu shot him a look that was meant to be insulting, but it came across as sorry instead. “I'll be alright once I get some sleep.” Shu gave a little smile, and then the whole studio froze as a crashing sound followed by a gunshot came from outside. Shuichi smiled feeling a bit happier in spite of himself and waited for the trademark cue.

 

“Shuuuuuuuu-kun!” Ryuichi Sakuma ran in and came directly to hug his now “best friend in the whole world” as if he'd known where Shuichi would be seating all along. Shuichi stood up before the older singer reached him and opened his arms to catch him before the hyper man tackled him to the ground. “I told Tohma about that thing we talked about… he said it's a great idea! Didn't I tell you he would like it?” Ryu began without greeting anyone. Shuichi had suggested they did a collaboration, the day they hanged together, after the Virgin Records session. At the time being with Yuki Eiri was still a dream, and Tatsuha his only means to achieve it, now however… things had dramatically changed in matter of days. Shu smiled weakly again, remembering Yuki once more.

 

“What are you talking about Ryuichi-san?” Hiro, who still sat near by asked as he looked at the exchange a little suspiciously, wondering exactly what the relationship between the two absent minded singers was.

 

“Oh hello Hiro-kun,” Ryu greeted, and Hiro was shocked that the man even remembered his name, “about the colab idea… its pure genius, I want to sing with Shu… we'll kick mayor ass too!”

 

“We're doing a colab with Grasper?!” Suguru who had been lurking about, listening to the whole thing yelled suddenly.

 

“Oh yeah, that's right, you'll get to play with Tohma, Suru-chan… oh man I can't wait, this is going to be awesome!” Ryuichi exclaimed, still hanging from Shu's neck.

 

“Suguru is a guy,” Hiro smirked winking at Suguru, who looked the other way blushing.

 

“I know, I call him like that since he was little… ne Suru-chan?” Ryuichi replied.

 

“Is my mom's fault! She always used to dress me up in stupid girl looking clothes when I was a little, and Tohma-kun took me to the studio looking like that all the time.” Suguru explained tightly.

 

“I did think he was a she at first… I said Tohma-kun “your cousin is so cute!” You're still cute Suru-chan, do you have a girlfriend?” Suguru-blushed deeper—if people only knew whom Suguru really liked.

 

“Oh my fucking GOD!!” They all look to the door at the one who had uttered those intruding words. Tatsuha stood, looking at Ryuichi with wide yes, and then at Shuichi, deepening his glare as he saw the arms of his idol laced around Bad Luck's vocalist neck. Shuichi almost whimpered at the sight, the resemblance to a certain person who just the night before held him, was too much to bear. Ryuichi looked at the intruder puzzled, as did everyone else, Shuichi took Ryuichi's wrist and took his arms away, setting them to his side.

 

“Hey!” Shuichi smiled feeling a little guilty for allowing Ryuichi's warm embrace to console his pain. Suguru rolled his eyes and went back to his keyboard—knowing exactly who the gorgeous brat was. “This is Tatsuha,” Shu continued, leaving out the most important detail. Tatsuha walked into the room, and with a wide smirk and extended his hand to Ryu.

 

“Sakuma-sama, it is an honor to finally meet you.” Ryu looked up to meet the penetrating gaze. And slowly, as if intimidated took the hand, and shook it. Tatsuha's eyes closed for a brief second, then opened and he smiled coolly—damn, were all the Uesugi's so dammed cool mannered? Wondered Shuichi, as he watched Ryuichi look lost in Tatsuha's eyes.

 

“Don't tell me you know that brat Shu-kun?” Suguru grumped.

 

“Oh Suguru, you're here too? Last time I saw you, you were this small.” Tatsuha put his hand out to his mid thigh, and smirked evilly.

 

“We are the same age you know?” Suguru replied sarcastically knowing that Tatsuha hated to be reminded that he was underage. Tatsuha immediately glared, he should have known better than to tease the short teen in front of his idol.

 

“Wait a damn minute!” Shuichi yelled above the bickering, “How do you two know each other?” Ryuichi put his arms around Shu's neck again, hiding from the younger Uesugi penetrating gaze.

 

“We met at Tohma-kun's wedding, he was chosen to be the ring bearer because he's taller than me… ha, but look at me now. I'm a member of Bad Luck!” Suguru propped himself. Tatsuha wasn't even paying attention to him anymore; instead he had walked around Shuichi and was whispering something in his ear. It always was the same with him, Suguru pursed his lip, and began playing, he had thought Tatsuha would be impressed; he had been actually waiting for the right time to tell him. But as always, the clueless Uesugi only had eyes for Sakuma-san, and now-- at least it seemed that way—Shuichi

 

“I thought you would call me when you saw Ryuichi” Tatsuha stood directly behind Shuichi and whispered in his ear, disregarding everyone's in the room. It looked almost sensual as the two men sandwiched the young singer. Hiro shook his head not even wanting to go there, and Suguru glared jealously.

 

“Shu-kun, is he your boyfriend?” Ryuichi asked suddenly in awe. And before Shu could even opened his mouth Tatsuha put his arms around the singer's waist.

 

“You could say that?” The young monk husked, and Shuichi turned his head to object, but was met by Tatsuha's lips.

 

“Tatsuha!” a feminine voice snapped, and the boy cringed.

 

“Oh shit…” Tatsuha cursed, and let Shuichi go. Smiling widely, and putting a hand behind his head, Tatsuha wondered how he was going to get out of this one. “Mika… hey, what you doing here?” He took in the rest of the crowd, and almost flipped to when he saw Eiri and Mikka Costa with her. “Hey!” Tatsuha waived innocently.

 

+X

 

“You can't stay out of trouble can you!” The gorgeous woman with Yuki and Mikka Costa snapped. Shuichi wanted to dig a hole on the ground and bury himself alive… did Yuki see that? What was he going to do? Shuichi dared a look at Yuki, and the cold eyes held no recognition whatsoever. It pained him to see that he didn't even care. Shuichi lowered his gaze and stared at the floor ashamed, why should he be? He didn't know.

 

“Let's go!” The woman added angrily.

 

“Go where?” Tatsuha asked,

 

“ I came to get Tohma to go have a nice dinner with Eiri and Mikka, but you had to go and ruin the whole thing for me, how selfish can you be Tatsuha? Father just died and here you are with a new lover!” To that Shuichi cringed, he dared look up again.

 

“Hello Shuichi-kun,” Mikka Costa said smirking maliciously, staring directly at Ryuichi's arms tightly around his neck. Shuichi didn't say anything and looked at Yuki uncertain.

 

“You surprise me every time kid.” The blond God said tonelessly and walked away.

 

“We'll wait for you outside Mika,” Mikka smiled looking at Shuichi, and waiving goodbye innocently. Mika Seguchi acknowledged this with a nod.

 

“And you young man, I hope you know that Tatsuha is only sixteen years old!”

 

“Mika!” Tatsuha snapped, going to her and, taking her by the shoulders. He turned her towards the door, “Let's go!” He turned to Shu and gave him an apologetic look, and then a lustful one to Ryuichi, and left.

 

“Wow, that was weird…” Ryuichi said in awe, and Shuichi just wanted to go home and cry.

 

XXX

 

A/NOMG!! I can't believe Tatsuha did that!! And on top of them Yuki---who by the way barely goes to NG—saw the whole thing… well I guess Bad Luck is not just a name ne?

 

Next Stop: Smashing Blue yes, the fight amongst siblings, a little bit more of the past - in Yuki's POV this time-- And the mangaka and Shu's encounter… don't miss it!