Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Break Through ❯ Smashing Blue ( Chapter 14 )

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

NC-17, for Yaoi and sexual situations.

Many thinks to MC-88 for her wonderful help with the proof reading efforts^^

 

I must apologize for taking so long to update. I thought I would finish the fic and then just update weekly until it was done, but RL caught up with me and that would just have taken too long… no too fare to the fans ne? So, hopefully I'll go back to my regular updates^^

 

Chapter Thirteen: Smashing Blue

 

 

“Who was that woman?” Hiro asked, already knowing the answer, but deluding himself that he could be wrong.

 

“Mika-san, Tohma-kun's wife.” Suguru replied. It made no sense at all; the woman was stunning; tall, elegant, clearly refined. Better than any babe Hiro himself could get, even with his newfound fame. Why would Tohma have to look for pleasure elsewhere? Hiro felt a stab of jealousy cut through, but hid it well from the other three people in the room. Instead of brooding over it—as there would be plenty of time for that later— he went to his best friend who looked about ready to die.

 

“Shuichi…” Hiro called softly, the singer turned to him, looking like a lost little boy.

 

“I'm sorry, I can't rehearse anymore… I have to go home.” Shuichi stated absently, Hiro shifted his gaze to Sakuma Ryuichi, who, for some reason, still held on to Shuichi's neck.

 

“What's wrong with you Shu? You went cold all of a sudden. Is your boyfriend mad at you?” Shuichi turned sharply to the older singer shocked, and then as if realizing something, smiled bitterly.

 

“I guess we aren't getting anything else done, so let's just call it a day.” Hiro decided for them all, god knew he didn't feel like playing after seeing his `competition' and the other two didn't look up to it either. He could only imagine what Shuichi must be feeling at the moment; the woman had treated him worst than dirt. At that moment Sakano-san, and K-san decided to make their entrance, apparently they had been outside talking the whole time.

 

“What's going on here?” K asked taking in the scene, “Did someone die, you all look awful.” To all three members of Bad Luck, that seemed like a major understatement.

 

“I'm Ok!” Ryuichi smiled, “I'm taking Shu home.” He declared, and as alone as Shuichi needed to be with his pain, he gave the older man a teary grateful gaze.

 

“Absolutely not!” K-san exclaimed, “You have an early day tomorrow, I was just talking to Tohma, and it seems that Grasper is doing a collaboration with Bad Luck. We only have a little over a week to come up, and record a song with Bad Luck for your Greatest Hits album… so c'mon, let's go! Kami knows I won't be able to get you out of bed tomorrow morning if we don't leave now.” Ryu made a face, but knew better than to argue. Finally letting go of Shuichi, he took his Komagorou out of a backpack that no one noticed he was carrying before.

 

“Here Shu, you can sleep with him tonight, he'll make you feel better. I'll apologize to your boyfriend tomorrow.” Shuichi took the pink bunny with tear brimmed eyes, and held it tight. Hiro just watched, wondering what the hell was wrong with his best friend. True he had mopped around all day for some reason, but now he looked as if he was in physical pain, it couldn't be what Tohma's wife said? Hiro wondered if it had anything to do with his whereabouts from the night before—which he still didn't know. The longhaired guitarist noted that it had gotten a lot worse since those people came in… then as an after thought, the words of the mangaka came back to him —You surprise me every time kid. --no, not those people, the mangaka. Hiro shook his head out of it all. What did it matter? Right now he just wanted to go home, he suddenly felt so tired; and yearned for his bed, and for a dreamless slumber away from the studio, and more importantly, away from Tohma Seguchi.

 

 

 

XXX

 

“What is it with you Tatsuha, why can't you stay out of trouble?!” Mika reprimanded, as they rode in a stretch limo to the French restaurant. Tatsuha was sitting next to her, looking down and playing with his hands. In truth, he didn't give a damn what his sister was saying, he wasn't even paying attention. He was just embarrassed about the whole scene that had unfolded in front of his idol, and he was also hurt, and envious of the closeness he seemed to have with Shuichi. To say Tatsuha was jealous, would be putting it mildly.

The teen looked up realizing his sister was waiting for an answer. He looked at Tohma, who was looking out the window lost in thought; he seemed worried about something—very strange for the cool headed man. Then he shifted his gaze to Eiri, who sat directly opposite from him, staring daggers. His older brother wasn't even masking his contempt. Tatsuha felt chills crawl up and down his back as he met the cold honey colored eyes. Eiri never gave him the time of day before, and now, the clearly shown, and unmistakable dislike, made the young monk weaken.

 

It had all started when Tatsuha had gone to the studio to talk to Shuichi and to ask him about the “First Stage” bit. Eiri had never, ever, done anything remotely as shocking, and the way he had looked at the young singer was actually disturbing. Tatsuha couldn't say he knew his brother a whole lot, but he knew him enough to know that he did not acted like himself. Now, the man he had wanted to reach more than anything at one point, sat across from him looking as if he wanted to kill him. It made the young monk wonder, what exactly was his brother's interest in Bad Luck's vocalist? He kept thinking about what he said to him back in Kyoto “If it makes you feel any better… I fuck men too” could it be?

 

“I don't see how am I getting into trouble?” Tatsuha shrugged, hoping Mika would drop it. Getting scolded like a two year old in front of Japan's biggest pop star, most powerful music personality, and on top of that his brother, was not his idea of a great time.

 

“Tatsuha, father just…” Mika couldn't finish the sentence, and Tatsuha couldn't be more grateful for it “Why can't you just be like any normal boy your age, why can't you get a nice girl and lots of friends to hang out? It's not like you're not good looking enough, or cool enough, or rich enough!” then her expression grew somber, “Is something bothering you, do you need help?” Tatsuha rolled his eyes; he preferred the scolding rather than therapy—which of course he did not need—why couldn't these people understand that he was a normal man, who was hopelessly in love with a male a rock star?

 

“Please…” Eiri muttered rolling his eyes.

 

“Eiri, you're not helping, you were supposed to take care of him!” Mika now turned her wrath to Eiri, much to Tatsuha's gratitude.

 

“I never said I would do such thing! I took him in because his hormones got him in trouble, I can't be responsible for what he does, or who he does it with.” Eiri replied angrily, his usual cool and impartial tone completely forgotten. “Why don't you take him if you think you can do such a great job!”

 

“Maybe I will!” The two older siblings continued their screaming match. “It's your bad influence that got him like this!”

 

“What!?” Eiri snapped loudly. “MY bad influence? I hardly talk to the brat… how is it my fault that he fucks anyone with a willing dick? How it is my fault that he caused your father to drop dead!”

 

“Mika, Eiri… calm down,” Mikka pleaded putting her hand on Eiri's arm to soothe him. This was definitely not her idea of a nice, romantic evening.

 

“Tohma, say something, that boy works for you… fire him!” To this Tohma turned, and for the first time since they got in the car, showed any interest to what was going on. He had been worrying over Hiro being angry, and was formulating a plan to get out of the dinner affair and go to him.

 

“What do you want me to say Mika?” He asked calmly, “I am certainly not going to fire a profitable addition to NG, because your brother can't keep his hands to himself.” Tohma stole a glance at Yuki, and wondered how he was taking it, he knew he cared; he could sense it. The fact that the man he knew better than anybody was loosing control over his emotions was proof enough. How deep Eiri's feelings ran for the singer? and what was Shuichi's relationship with Tatsuha? Tohma wished he had been there, although he had gotten a very good description of the events from Mika. He could only imagine what had happened. He knew Ryuichi was harmless, he didn't think anything about going around hugging people… but his brother in law… now he was an entirely different matter. Tohma sighed, he didn't really care at the moment, all he had in his mind was Hiro and the need to see him, touch him… love him. He'd talk to Yuki about the whole thing later…right now, he just wanted to talk to Hiro badly and make sure he was not mad, all Tohma needed now was for Tatsuha to ruin yet another relationship.

 

“Your profit is more important than your family?” Mika snapped stunned.

 

“No, it is not Mika and you know it, but I just can't cater to your brother after every blunder. I supposed I can deny him access to the NG building form now on, but that's about it.”

 

“What!” Tatsuha shot forward, “You can't do that Tohma-onisan!” The only perk of being related to these people was the fact that he could go in and out of the building when he pleased, if they took that away, his life would be over. Tatsuha glared at Mika daring her to say something.

 

“Yes, he can, and he will,” She replied matter-of-factly, and then turning to Tohma, “You do that, if he doesn't want to reform on his own, we'll make him do it.”

 

“You know what… fuck you Mika, fuck you all!!” without even thinking Mika slapped him across the face, it was the first time Tatsuha had ever gotten hit—by anyone, Mikka gasped and the other two man exchange looks. Tatsuha stayed immobile for a few seconds, shocked, and then turned to his sister with such hatred, that it distorted his flawless features.

 

“Stop this car, I'm getting out.” The monk stated calmly after a minute of silence.

 

“You are certainly not!” Mika snapped.

 

“If you don't stop this car, I'll jump out!” Tatsuha said louder, but not loosing composure. Eiri pressed the button for the driver,

 

“Stop the car.” The mangaka said as the man answered. The car came to a halt and Tatsuha got off and ran away from there as fast as he could.

 

XXX

 

 

Shuichi lay on his bed holding Komagorou tight. The tears had not stopped falling since he locked himself in his room.

 

…He saw me… he saw me kissing with his brother. The scene repeated in his mind like a death sentence. Forget trying to explain anything to Yuki now. If the blond god had been aloof before, the very same morning after he'd finally realized his most private dream… Shuichi had no choice of ever getting Yuki to talk to him now. Shu hugged the pink bunny closer still, the smell of Ryuichi Sakuma on it, making him feel strangely comforted.

 

…What's going through your mind Yuki? Do you really believe I would betray you with your own brother… do you even care? Then his love's words came back to hunt his sanity:

 

“You surprise me every time kid.” The way he said it, the contempt in his deep eyes. More tears found their passage down the young singer's face. His life as he knew it was over. Neither fame, nor money could replace what he'd most likely already lost.

 

There was a sound in the distant, which pulled Shuichi from the dark recess he'd submerged himself in. Shuichi sat up on his bed, and realized that it was the phone in his pocket. His heart stopped, glancing at the clock—it read eleven-thirty—No one ever called him at that time other than Hiro-who was already home- or his parents, and that was unlikely… there was only one other person he could think of, and at that moment Shuichi prayed to god that it was it. He took the phone from his pocket, slapping himself inwardly for letting it ring so long. He inhaled and exhaled to calm himself down, and without looking at the phone screen, he answered:

 

“Hello,” He said nonchalantly—according to him.

 

“Shuichi! Thanks God! I thought you wouldn't answer,” The disappointment Shuichi felt at hearing Tatsuha's voice could not even be described with simple words.

 

“I shouldn't have,” He found himself replying, as the anger he felt towards the teen hit him full force.

 

“I know, listen I'm so sorry about before, I always seem to pull stunts like that, I wasn't even thinking. I swear though, I didn't know they were in the building,” It was mutually understood who “they” were.

 

“It doesn't matter if you knew or not, you can't just go around sticking your tongue down people's throats… besides, what makes you think that I'd appreciate it?” Shuichi's sorrow seemed to melt for the moment, and was replaced by anger and frustration towards Tatsuha.

 

“I know… I just… I was jealous,” The teen paused and took a deep breath, “You know, the way Ryuichi was holding you, you seemed so…close. Shuichi, are you and him…?” Tatsuha fell silent, not able to finish the question.

 

“No, of course not! If you knew him, you'd know that's the way he always acts, but even if we were involved, that gives you no right! It's none of your business! I'm in deep shit with your family now, because of your immaturity.” Shuichi was so infused, that if Tatsuha were to be in the room, he would most likely get his ass kicked.

 

“No, you're not. Tohma is not doing anything to you. I'm the one who got canned. I'm not allowed at the NG building anymore.” Tatsuha confessed gravely, taking Shuichi by surprise... the man knew about him and Yuki, and was doing nothing to penalize him for “betraying” his brother in law.

 

“Did Seguchi-san say anything else?” Shu asked not sure of what he was looking for as an answer.

 

“No… my fucking sister made him do it. I doubt he cares one-way or the other… I'll tell you everything, but right now, I need your help,” The young monk paused again. “I had an argument with Mika… my sister, so right now I'm in the middle of the city, with no place to go,” He paused again, “I'm not going back to Eiri's place.” Tatsuha ended.

 

“Wait a minute! Do you live with Yuki?” Shuichi almost shouted.

 

X

 

“I was staying with him for a while… long story, but I doubt he wants me there now, he got yelled at by Mika too, but unlike me, he don't let her get to him, although, he did loose his cool there for a minute,” Tatsuha said as if to himself, wondering why Shuichi cared so much what his asshole of a brother thought, “He's the one who let me out of the car,” shivering in the cold, the monk closed his shirt tighter around his neck, whishing Shuichi would just come and get him. There was a pause on the other end of the line and then a heavy sigh.

 

“Fine…where are you?”

 

“Downtown Tokyo, Kamagura road, there is a Karaoke bar across the street called “The Singing Machine” Tatsuha read the English words without knowing their meaning.

 

“I know where it is, wait for me inside, they should let you in even though you're underage. I'll be there in about half an hour.” And the line went dead. Tatsuha put his phone away, and hugged himself as he crossed the street to the bar. Hopefully, if he was lucky, he could talk Shuichi into buying him a drink.

 

XXX

 

“Why did you let him out of the car?” Mika snapped at the blond haired mangaka, who had gone back to his aloof and detached self, after the teen made his dramatic exit.

 

“Because he wanted to get out,” He replied matter-of-factly. He could not remember a time he had ever disliked the kid as much as he did now.

 

“He is sixteen years old Eiri, he doesn't know the city all that well!! Sure he might look like an old pervert, but he's only a little boy!” The woman broke into sobs; she was very successful at annoying everyone, but not so skilled at getting sympathy from the ones listening to her wails.

 

“A sixteen year old, who has had more of a sexual life than all of us put together… I hardly call that a little boy.” Eiri said as impassive as before, “Let him be cold for a couple of hours, he's got a phone he can call crying when he has had enough of a lesson.” Eiri finished

 

“Enough of a lesson!?” Mika shouted, turning to her distant husband, “Tohma say something!” The music producer peeled his eyes off the window long enough to give her a disapproving look, then went back to look outside at the passing streetlights.

 

“Tohma!”

 

“I think Eiri is right Mika, Tatsuha does things without thinking about consequences. He'll be back with his tail between his legs as always, I'm sure.” Tohma spoke softly, not really caring about the outcome of the situation. What was really on his mind was Hiro, he had wanted to spend the night -and every night—tangled in his longhaired lover's arms, god knew he'd deprived himself enough for all those agonizingly long months. And knowing that Hiro was willing to give it a chance, made it even more frustrating to be here listening to his wife bickering over Tatsuha. Then Tohma wondered mildly how Mikka convinced Yuki to come along, especially since he and Shuichi… Tohma sighed again, and tried to shut them all out.

 

“You two are the worst!” Mika began crying inconsolably again. Eiri rolled his eyes and Tohma just shook his head, not even turning. Mikka scooted over to sit next to her friend and patted her back softly. She had wanted this night with Eiri to be perfect, but since there was no helping it now that it was ruined, might as well stick with her friend.

 

“Let's turn around,” The pop diva gave the two men a stern look, “He might still be walking up the road.”

 

“He's not going to my house.” Eiri stated matter-of-factly. Tohma just gave him a knowing look, he didn't know exactly what was going through Eiri's mind, but he knew one thing… he's never seen Eiri so jealous before.

 

“We'll take him in,” Mika sobbed, Tohma shifted his eyes to her, but said nothing. The mogul pressed the intercom and gave the command to the driver. Eiri glared at him, but Tohma ignored it, he'd much rather apologize to his friend later, than to put up with Mika's cries, then he went back to look out the window, maybe he'd get his chance to call Hiro after all, he doubted they were going anywhere at this point.

 

They drove up and down the road Tatsuha had got out on a couple of times, but couldn't see the boy. Mika's wails got louder as the minutes passed as there was not sign of her little brother.

 

X

 

“Mika, if you don't shut up right now, I swear I'm slapping you.” Eiri warned once he was at his breaking point. The evening, which had started bad, the minute he had the genius idea to “share” it with Mikka was now officially the worst of his life. At this point, Yuki was convinced he should have stayed home, mopping around, masturbating, and thinking about the boy he could not see anymore, than to submit himself to this…but then again, had he done that, he would not have seen what the singer was really all about. Just to remember the sight of him kissing Tatsuha, and the other imbecile holding on to him, made his blood boil. He deserved it though, for falling for a stupid little boy who probably didn't even know what he wants himself. Mika's sobs quieted and Yuki couldn't be more thankful for it. He turned his gaze to Tohma, who had just been looking out the window pensive; Yuki wondered what was going through his mind. But then he remembered he was mad at the bastard for offering to take that brat in, when he had wanted to send him away, back to Kyoto to that bitch who had given birth to them. True he had no intention since the beginning, on seeing Shuichi ever again, but he'd be damned if he allowed his brother have him either. With a frustrated sigh, Yuki sat back, and as he closed his eyes, another time came to him, a time when another one he loved had betrayed him just like this.

 

xxxFlashbackxxx

 

Eiri lay on the shallow bed, panting and sweaty from love making; he lit up a cigarette, a habit he had picked up to annoy his parents. A hand snatched the cigarette and put it out in the ashtray on the table next to the bed.

 

“I need that.” Eiri snapped, there was no anger in his voice.

 

“I told you, you do what you want at home, when you're with me you behave.” Tohma's soft voice reprimanded, Eiri straddled the musician and rolled his hips suggestively over his awakening shaft.

 

“But I really want it… you're that good.” Eiri brought his lips to almost touch Tohma's, and ran his tongue slowly along them, getting the musician to grab him roughly and kiss him full force.

 

“You're not even old enough to buy cigarettes,” Tohma laughed after he broke the kiss as abruptly as he had started it.

 

“I'm not old enough to fuck either… and here I am…” Eiri gave the man a seductive gaze. At sixteen, Eiri had lost all traces of childhood, and was transformed into the most sexual and sensual being he himself couldn't even begin to comprehend. He had care nothing for girls and sex, or anything of the sort, until Mika brought her University classmate home for a “study” session. Eiri had come to the family room—as he seldom ever did—to demand that someone got Tatsuha out of his hair. Then he had seen, for the first time, someone who triggered any sort of pull to his loins. Eiri had been as rude as usual—if not worst—but that night had gone to bed, for the first time thinking on someone other than his Evas.

 

Months went by, and the incredibly beautiful student—who Eiri learned, belonged to the most popular rock band in Japan—came more and more frequently, and every time he did, Eiri would find a reason to make an appearance. Never actually speaking to the man, only stealing glances here and there. Soon he found himself buying magazines, and even creating a character that looked just like Seguchi Tohma. For the first time in his life he cared about something other than his small imaginary world, and had felt extremely jealous when he found out that Tohma and his sister were actually dating. Then the moody teen decided to take matters into his own hands, and came up with the perfect excuse to get close to him… his manga.

 

“You're the one who does all the fucking,” Tohma joked, nipping his nose and grabbing Eiri's ass to rock him harder against his now fully erect sex. There was nothing better than an afternoon long fucking session with his… significant other, as he referred to Tohma. Especially after a stressful day at school, with that annoying Mikka Costa stalking him everywhere he went.

 

Tohma stopped his sexual harassment, and grew serious—almost frighteningly so.

 

“We have to talk.” Tohma said sitting up and setting Eiri next to him, he got up and walked to the window, his naked form looked perfect in the evening orange hue.

 

“Hey… why the long face?” Eiri asked feeling less than confident.

 

“Eiri, you know I love you.” Tohma began, in his usual low voice, but this time there was a tinge of regret to it.

 

“Wait a minute, are you going to dump me or something?” Eiri asked slyly, trying to hide his fear, “Because if you are, let me remind you who started this whole thing.”

 

“Would you please listen to what I have to say?” Tohma snapped frustrated running a hand through his longish hair; he seemed stressed, sad even. Eiri had noticed something amiss, but had credited to stress brought by his band or something like. Tohma had been complaining about the band having problems, especially where Sakuma's maturity issues were concerned.

 

“I'm listening,” Eiri let out tonelessly, crossing his long arms across his chest, he now stood by the bed, naked as well.

 

“I'm marrying your sister.” Tohma stated simply, and Eiri felt as if a blow to the stomach had been dealt to him. He'd never asked Tohma to break it off with Mika—more out of pride than anything else—but had assumed that it would happen sooner or later. He just stood there, face hardened, refusing to let Tohma see his hurt.

 

“Don't you have anything to say… don't you want to know why?” Tears were falling from Tohma's eyes now, if Eiri didn't know better he'd say, his “lover” was in pain too.

 

“What's the point, its not like I'm going to try to persuade you against it.” Yuki wanted to with all his might, but his pride would simply not let him.

 

“You're so cold… do you even care?” Tohma gave a short ironic laugh, and looked out the window.

 

“Do you want me to?” Eiri asked, suddenly wanting to leave, to be away from Tohma so he wouldn't see him break down.

 

“She's pregnant,” Tohma whispered, and Eiri was taken aback, “I told her a few weeks ago that it was over, she… talked me into it, and wound up pregnant.” He continued without waiting for Eiri to reply.

 

“Am I supposed to congratulate you?” Eiri added sarcastically, but feeling incredibly relieved that it was that, and not… love. Tohma gave him a hard stare, and then moved to get dress. “You're the one who fucked her, even though you told me you weren't anymore, got her pregnant, and now you're mad at me! This is rich Tohma.” Eiri threw his arms up.

 

“I shouldn't have expected you to understand.”

 

“What am I supposed to understand? That you played with mine and Mika's feelings?”

 

“Look who's talking about feelings…” Tohma begrudged, Eiri hardened his stare, and began getting dress as well. “Do you even know what that is Eiri, how many times have I said I love you, to have you either grunt or ignore me altogether?”

 

“Like it matters whether I say it or not,”

 

“Yes it does goddamit! Maybe I want to hear it, maybe I need to be pampered and comforted from time to time… but no! “Yuki Eiri” only needs me to pimp him out to the manga distributing companies.” Eiri clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, that comment hurting him more than he was willing to admit. “Eiri… I'm sorry, I just…”

 

“You know what Tohma? Fuck you, fuck you and Mika, I hope the both of you live happily ever after, and you can shove your connections up your ass, because that's the only thing you're going to have up there.” And with those angry words Eiri left the room, with the intent of never speaking to Tohma Seguchi again.

 

xxxEnd of Flashbackxxx

 

 

“There's a bar over there, let's get off and ask!” Mika exclaimed, bringing Yuki out of his memories, she was looking directly at him, curiously. She then looked out the window and pointed to a Karaoke bar with an English neon sign… why would they know the stupid brat had been there? Eiri wondered rolling his eyes, but if checking, made his hysterical sister shut her pipe, who was he to object?

 

“I'm not going in.” Eiri stated dryly, crossing his arms, then Mika turned to Tohma, but turned quickly away, probably figuring that he'd be mobbed if he were to go in there, same as Mikka. Then she reached over and pressed the driver's intercom and ordered the man to go in and check. The man stopped the car, got out and went into the establishment. Mika watched hopeful for a few minutes, and Eiri just wished he could go to his apartment and draw the night away. The man came out a few minutes later and came to the window.

 

“He's in there with another boy.” The driver said as soon as Mika lowered the glass. At this Yuki perked up… with another boy? He snapped his head to the driver, a move that was not lost to Mikka, by the way she glared at him from his sister's side, “I didn't approached him, I wanted to check with you first Seguchi-san.” The man said to his sister, bowing politely.

 

“What did the other boy looked like?” Yuki snapped urgently.

 

“Didn't see him too well,” the man replied, and the mangaka felt like punching him in the gut for being so stupid, “Young kid, longish brown hair, weird color eyes,” the man continued and Yuki felt the bile coming up to his mouth. Without thinking, he got out of the car and almost ran into the place to see it with his own eyes.

 

“Eiri!” Mikka called to him, voice full of resentment and disbelief, but he didn't care.

 

XXX

 

Shuichi came in and spotted Tatsuha right away sitting in a corner table with a drink. Shuichi rolled his eyes, wondering exactly how the sixteen year old had gotten it.

 

“Hey!” Tatsuha exclaimed as soon as Shuichi made his way to him. Again, the singer was taken aback by the resemblance to his Yuki, making him remember his sorrow once more, “I'm so glad you came, I thought I was alone on this one.”

 

“I shouldn't have,” Shuichi tried to sound angry and failing miserably at it, “I just can't let a little kid fend for himself in the middle of the night after all… call me a wuss.” He sat and signaled for the server, god knew he needed a drink badly, “Midori Sour,” Shuichi said, he'd never had one, but seeing how popular the drink was, he decided this was as good a time as ever to try it out. The man eyed him suspiciously.

 

“You got an ID?” He asked skeptical.

 

“Does he?” Shuichi pointed his chin to Tatsuha, who was now smiling from ear to ear, reassuring Shu, that there was alcohol in whatever drink he was consuming. The man frowned, obviously being the one who had served the charming rich kid, so without saying another word he bowed and went to get what was ordered.

 

“Bring some stuffed mushrooms too!” Tatsuha yelled after the man.

 

“Don't tell me you flirted your way into getting a drink?” Shuichi asked with a mixture of disgust and awe, this kid was truly something else.

 

“Of course!” Tatsuha replied winking his eye, “You're pretty smooth too.” He said sensually, then flashed a smile

 

“You are…” Shuichi was at a loss for word. His drink arrived along with the appetizer, Tatsuha eat a few, and then rolled his eyes in ecstasy, as if he was having the most intense orgasm. Shuichi just looked at him in wonderment.

 

“Oh my god…these are better then sex!” Tatsuha let out, and Shuichi just raised a brow, and then shook his head.

 

“What do you know about sex?” Shu asked afraid to hear the answer, but mildly amused by him. Tatsuha was in fact very fun to be with, the few times he'd seen him; he'd always had that feeling of easiness around him. Shuichi wanted some of that, he wanted to be able to be as easy going and just enjoy life for what it was. But lately he had become some sort of a nervous wreck, and as of that very morning a broken hearted bitter man as well.

 

“I'm a slut.” Tatsuha replied shamelessly, popping more mushrooms in his mouth and rolling his eyes the same way as before. “That's why my sister, thought that… you know, you and me…”

 

“Yeah, that and the fact that you had your tongue stuffed down my throat.” Shuichi pointed getting angry at the thought of the woman seeing that… of Yuki seeing that.

 

“So you and Ryuichi are not involved?” Tatsuha asked changing the subject, getting a little pull in his groin as he remembered the short… but hot lip lock with Bad Luck's lead singer, and the way Ryuichi watched the whole thing with glassy eyes.

 

“No, we're just friends. There is such a thing called friendship without attachments, you know?” Shuichi admonished.

 

“I know, I know… I just get so jealous where he is concerned. I always do things without thinking ahead, and a lot of times I get, or get others in trouble. Don't worry, once my sister cools off, I'll explain the whole thing and clear your name.” Tatsuha said sincerely, and then ate more appetizers and again his pallet orgasm displayed itself.

 

“You're weird,” Shuichi almost laughed, it was impossible to stay mad at this kid for long.

 

“Try growing up in a shrine, with an hysterical mother, an elusive brother who only talked to me to insult me, an unstable and obsessive sister who all she ever did was talk about Tohma-kun this, and Tohma-kun that, and a fanatic father who wanted me to be this perfect little monk and honor the family name… that'd mess up anyone's character don't you think?” Tatsuha begrudged, all his perkiness gone as he briefly described his life.

 

“Sorry to interrupt your date, but the little boy's bedtime is way passed.” Shuichi snapped his head around in horror… let it not be… let it be a mistake, God please… Yuki Eiri stood tall and ominous right behind him, his face unreadable.

 

“What are you doing here? I'm not going back with you!” Tatsuha snapped. Shuichi's eyes searched his love's face for some acknowledgment, recognition, anger… anything, but the man's face was blank.

 

“You're coming to Mika's place, and so help me god, if you don't get up from this chair and follow me out, I'll drag you by the hair, punk.” The words were almost a spat. Tatsuha glared for a long while, and then got up, it first time he ever heard that tone form his brother, and he was not about to contest it. The monk marched out defiantly, brushing Yuki's shoulder as he walked past him and towards the door.

 

“See you later Shu, thanks for coming.” Tatsuha said over his shoulder as he walked away. Yuki stood rigid, and then for the first time he turned to meet he singer's eyes. Shuichi almost cried out in agony as the deep hazel eyes regarded him hatefully.

 

“Yuki…” He whispered, but it was too late, Yuki's face said it all. It was over, over before it even started. Yuki took a deep breath, and for a second, Shuichi thought he saw sorrow, pain… betrayal. But as quick as it came, it went away… and so did the man of his dreams.

 

XXX

 

A/N: I don't know man, but that Shuichi must have pissed off higher authority… OMG can anything else go wrong!? And that Tatsuha (roll eyes)

 

Next Stop: Spicy Marmalade, oh yes, more drama… God I love drama! The Bands finally come together for the collab… some secrets will come out. Also, another crush will begin… or manifest, however you prefer… Plus Yuki's plan to “forget” a certain someone^^ Don't miss it!