Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Break Through ❯ Sweet, Sweet Samba ( Chapter 17 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or any of the manga/anime mentioned within this story, I do this for fun… so don't you dare squeak to Murakami-sama.

 

NC-17 for mature content and sexual situations, and of course YAOI goodness. Thanks to Jana for her beta efforts

 

 

Chapter Sixteen: Sweet, Sweet Samba

 

“Wow, they're awesome!” Exclaimed Tatsuha as he watched his idols at work; Ryuichi and Shuichi sang in perfect sync, their voices almost echoing each other. The young monk was so happy; coming to Tokyo had definitely been the best thing ever to happen to him.

 

“You missed Tohma-sama this morning. It was beautiful.” Sakano-san added remembering his beautiful boss playing the very same song to perfection that morning.

 

The quiet manager would have much rather have him recording the tune instead of Suru-kun, but he had to admit the kid was very good as well. That aside, Sakano found himself feeling very sad at the moment. K-san had told him about Shashou-sama and Hiro-kun and he could not believe it…or wanted to think about it.

 

“Tohma-oniisan played this morning! Man, I so would have so wanted to see that. The videos do not do him justice!” Tatsuha swayed this way and that to the rhythm of the song. “I'm definitely coming to the recording tomorrow!”

 

“I'm afraid I cannot let you do that Tatsuha-kun.” Sakano responded pushing up his glasses.

 

“Why not? I'll behave I promise, you won't even know I'm here… please Sakano-san,” Tatsuha pouted. He took one look at Ryuichi and thought his world would collapse if he didn't get to see the man of his dreams in action... again

 

“Sorry, it's the rules. Even if I were to let you in… which I'm not… Seguchi-san would forbid it.”

 

“Oh man, this fucking world is so unfair.” The doors opened and K-san came in loudly as always, followed by Tohma. Tatsuha thought about asking him to let him come to the recording session, but one look at his face told the teenager that he was better off hiding all together.

 

“Alright, let's call it a day!” K shouted and pulled his gun, giving Tohma a smug look. Apparently he was the only one who didn't give a crap if the head of NG was upset.

 

“If you so much as touch that trigger, I will personally make you regret it.” Tohma warned in an icy tone. Since the restaurant, he had had the same sour face. The only person he kind of gave any other sort of expression, was the long haired guitarist from Bad Luck, whose name Tatsuha couldn't remember.

 

“C'mon Seguchi-sama… who do you think I am?” K-san replied smugly, earning another icy look from the blonde producer. Everyone had stopped playing already and were talking to each other about their performances. Tohma walked over to them and stood next to Hiro.

 

“Shall we go?” He commanded softly, not even acknowledging the others, and began walking away.

 

“See you all tomorrow.” Hiro waved and went with Tohma. Tatsuha thought this to be very weird; he was no genius, but he could tell that those two were a bit too close to be just “business partners.”

 

X

 

Shuichi didn't understand what the hell was going through Hiro's mind; he was acting like Seguchi's bitch. Not only was he most certainly his lover, not caring that the man was married, but he hadn't even mentioned a royal word to him about it, and since the restaurant, was avoiding him at all costs. Now here he was, following the man out, past midnight to god knows where.

 

“Hiro!” Shuichi called. “Are you coming to the apartment?” Hiro looked at Tohma, then back at him.

 

“Yeah… why?” He replied hesitantly.

 

“We're riding together in the van, right?” Shuichi could feel Hiro's apprehension and Seguchi's disappointment, although the older man said nothing, it was clear that he wanted to hog Hiro all to himself. Shuichi had other plans though, and those included talking some sense into his clueless friend. Shuichi had a duty as a friend, to remind him of the Maiko crazed man he used to be.

 

“Sure…” Hiro responded skeptically. He wanted to be alone with Tohma so badly, to ask him about his wife and try to make sense of it all, but he couldn't leave Shuichi hanging either. Especially since he felt so guilty for not telling him before and having him find out through Suguru.

 

“We'll take my car.” Seguchi said tonelessly and walked towards the door. Shuichi gave Hiro an annoyed look and followed.

 

“Shuuuuuu-kun!” Ryuichi ran towards him and threw himself on his back, “You were great!” The older singer whispered in his ear giving him the chills. Shuichi had no idea what got into his idol, but it was starting to scare him.

 

“You were great too Ryu-kun.” He managed to say, before Tatsuha was all over his face glaring daggers.

 

“Yes Shu-kun, you were great,” The monk let out tightly.

 

“Wasn't he?” Ryuichi agreed jumping from Shuichi's back, “Let's go to your place to get Kuma-chan.” Shuichi did not want to take Ryuichi to his place. Ordinarily he would have killed for the opportunity, but as things stood now, he wanted nothing to do with either of the two men in front of him.

 

“I'm kind of tired… I promise I'll bring him tomorrow.” Shu replied absently, looking in Hiro's and Seguchi's direction and wincing when he realized they were already gone.

 

“No fair, I need Kuma-chan, besides I really want to see your place,” The older singer husked. Shuichi gave him a half smile and went after his room mate/ “best friend.”

 

“We'll hang out tomorrow, I promise.” Shu waived already on his was out. Ryuichi took his arm to stop him.

 

“You won't escape tonight…Shuichi-kun” The way Ryuichi said it, gave Shu the creeps. The young singer gulped audibly, earning a smug smirk from the older man.

 

“Hey, hey, I'm sure he's tired. Don't you guys have to be back tomorrow really early?” Tatsuha stood in between the two vocalists. Shuichi couldn't be more grateful for it. Ryuichi let Shu's arm go and just stared at him with disappointment clear in his green eyes.

 

“We'll hang out tomorrow Ryu-kun, I promise.” Shu repeated and went quickly out the door before something else came up.

 

“Why did you do that?” Ryu asked, shifting his eyes to Tatsuha. The young Uesugi flashed a cocky smile, although in reality, he was feeling very intimidated by the godlike man in front of him. Ryuichi's eyes were as if on fire, and Tatsuha could not help to feel a bit scared, but also very turned on.

 

“You chased him away… you're gonna have to keep me company now,” Ryuichi continued lowly. It was Tatsuha's turn to swallow hard.

 

“Hey I'm here too, I can keep you company as well.” Suguru added from his synth. Tatsuha turned to him and gave him a venomous look, which the other teen ignored.

 

“Cool!” exclaimed Ryuichi changing demeanor, and giving Tatsuha a smile pretty much as the monk had done him, not a minute before.

 

XXX

 

“Wait up!” Shuichi caught the two lovers as they were getting into a sleek, black sports car. Hiro beckoned, to allow him to get in the back, and Seguchi didn't even look at him.

 

“What took you so long? We almost left without you.” Hiro whispered as the young singer passed him; Shu made a face and went in the car. Hiro sat up front in the passenger seat, and Seguchi took off in full throttle right away, without even waiting for them to buckle up.

 

“Killer ride!” Hiro commented stretching in place. “Can I borrow it sometime?” He joked.

 

“Sure,” Tohma Seguchi replied, sounding cheery for the first time all day.

 

“I was just joking… I wouldn't know what to do with all these horse power” Hiro smiled.

 

“That's the same thing I thought, but I wouldn't drive anything less now.” Seguchi smiled back and gave Hiro a little wink.

 

Shuichi felt like gagging, and it was not because he was overly disgusted about the whole affair. It was jealousy. Hiro and Seguchi seemed so natural around each other, that it was almost revolting. He had wanted that kind of relationship with Yuki, dreamed of it for years, and now it would never happen. Shu blew a stray strand of hair out of his eyes annoyed, and looked out the tiny window. He couldn't see anything, but it was better than to look at the two in front of him getting all mushy.

 

“How are you feeling Shuichi-kun?” Seguchi asked warmly. Funny how the guy changed his whole “I'm the boss around here and you better do what I tell you,” demeanor as soon as they left the NG building.

 

“I'm alright,” Shuichi replied nonchalantly. He couldn't help but feel a certain dislike for the guy, every time he remembered his poor wife's face as they left the restaurant.

 

“How are … things?” Seguchi asked. Shu knew exactly what he meant, and had no intention of discussing Yuki with him. If he wanted to know so badly, he could ask him himself.

 

“Fine,” Shu replied absently.

 

“Glad to hear it,” The man answered with a small wink, and turned his attention back to Hiro, giving his best friend what was possibly the biggest smile Shuichi had ever seen. Another little stab of jealousy tugged at Shuichi. He only hoped to get home soon so he could take a shower, go to sleep, and hopefully never wake up.

 

XXX

 

 

 

Tohma walked into the room, and the smell of Hiro was everywhere hitting him deliciously and stroking all of his senses. Hiro walked in after him and closed the door softly.

 

“I Like it.” Tohma smirked sarcastically, looking at the various rock and metal posters plastered on the walls. Letting his eyes linger on a Nittle Grasper one on the ceiling, right above the bed. There were faces of other rock stars pasted over Ryuichi and Noriko's faces. “That one kind of looks out of place though.” Tohma pointed at the giant almost life size image of himself.

 

“Yeah well, I couldn't find one of you alone… all sold out. Still to this day you guys are hot.” Hiro muttered absently taking off his shirt. Tohma turned his attention to him, admiring his well defined back.

 

“Do you… think I'm hot?” The producer walked to Hiro and traced a finger down his back. The long haired man almost jumped, startled, and then turned to meet his life's biggest dilemma's eyes.

 

“I think you look better in your Grasper days.” Hiro teased, “… you know, all wild.” Tohma smiled and kissed the tip of Hiro's nose. “About the restaurant…” Hiro began; Tohma covered his lips with his own, before Hiro could finish the sentence. Hiro closed his eyes, trying to forget the woman's sad gaze as they left the restaurant, but utterly unable to do so.

 

Putting his hands on Tohma's shoulders, Hiro pushed him away gently to make his lover face him. “We have to talk about it.”

 

“No we don't; there's nothing to talk about. I've been married to Mika for years, and I don't feel anything other than brotherly love for her. That won't change, and it has nothing to do with you. I don't want to talk about it… especially to you,” Tohma concluded, matter of fact. Hiro held Tohma's gaze, he wanted to say “fine by me” and continue as if nothing was wrong, but he had so many questions that demanded answers, and he wasn't that kind of person.

 

“I can't, I mean, if we are to be together we have to be honest with each other. You might not love her like you said, but that doesn't mean you can go around hurting her.”

 

“What are you saying?” Tohma's face took on a grave look.

 

“I don't know what I'm saying,” Hiro admitted. He knew they shouldn't be together, but he wanted to be with Seguchi, and was tired of doing what he “should” instead of what he wanted.

 

“Hiro,” Tohma took a hold of his face, and kissed his lips tenderly, “Why do you have to complicate things?” If her own brother didn't mind, why should you?” Hiro looked puzzled for a moment, and then remembered Suguru's gossip.

 

“So it's true. You and Yuki Eiri were lovers?” He gave a short ironic laugh and looked the other way. Tohma seemed shocked that Hiro would know… but then again.

 

“I don't want to hide anything from you. Yes Eiri and I were lovers. From before I even married Mika, but that is over now.” Hiro was a bit taken aback to hear that. If they had been lovers from before, that meant the relationship between the two men ran deep. And if it continued so long after Tohma married Yuki's sister, it must have been very meaningful. Hiro wondered, a bit more concerned than he should be, why they had finally ended it.

 

“Just as I'll be when you find someone else,” The guitarist blurted, feeling a bit hurt; he had so wished that rumor was nothing but gossip.

 

“You're different,” Tohma countered, feeling just as hurt.

 

“Yeah, how would you know that? We don't even know anything about each other. To you I'm probably nothing but a `new' fuck,” Hiro blurted, realizing too late that he didn't mean it. Tohma's face remained the same, but his eyes clearly showed his pain.

 

“Let's not fight,” The mogul whispered imploringly, lacing his arms around Hiro's waist, and pulling him close.

 

“Yeah… let's not, but your wife part the arguments isn't over,” Hiro warned, giving Tohma a peck on the nose. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, it's just that there are so many gorgeous people in your life that I cannot comprehend what you see in me.”

 

“Yes it is. Mika is not a subject I want to discuss with you, I'll handle my problems on my own, and spare you the grief” Tohma whispered back searching Hiro's lips with his own. “And don't you ever compare yourself to anyone; you are you and I…” He looked the other way, then back at Hiro smiling.

 

They kissed long and tender, then more passionately as the minutes passed, Tohma running his hands over Hiro's back, and Hiro, undoing Tohma's shirt

 

“I have to take a shower,” Hiro let out, kissing Tohma's face in between words.

 

“So do I.” The smirk in the usually cool headed producer's face almost made Hiro laugh.

 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, naughty, naughty,” Hiro clicked his tongue, while pulling Tohma's shirt off and guiding him to the bathroom. Both men were shivering with the anticipation of their own passion.

 

“I'm not too good at this…” Hiro whispered parting his lips from the older man; Tohma smiled warmly, knowing exactly what his young lover meant. Slowly, seductively, Tohma stripped, allowing Hiro to drink him in, and then came to him and did the same, guiding him to the shower and letting the warm water caress them both.

 

“I'll show you,” Tohma whispered, releasing a throaty gasp at the sight of Hiro's rigid sex in front of him. He kissed Hiro, ravaging his mouth almost brutally, then broke the kiss and began nipping and licking his way down Hiro's body just as desperately. Tohma's mouth working its languid, torturous way, from the neck, to the shoulders, to the taunt nipples, not sparing any bit of flesh, until he took Hiro's need into his mouth, inch by inch, until the whole of it reached the back of his throat. Tohma began expertly tasting his young love in abandon. Hiro gasped, throwing his head back, letting his back rest on the white tiled wall, relying on it to hold his body up from his weakening knees.

 

“Oh god… how I wanted to do this...” Tohma murmured anxiously in a raspy voice, barely able to keep himself from climaxing right there and then.

 

“Hey!” Hiro held his lover's head lovingly, but firmly, “Go easy on me? You'll break it off.” He threaded his fingers through the blonde wet locks; almost pulling them as the producer not only disobeyed his lover's request, but sucked harder, eliciting another deep moan from the younger man. “Damn you and your expert mouth!” Hiro joked, trying pathetically to regain composure, Tohma made no reply, as he busied himself in the task of pleasuring his new lover.

Hiro's moans intensified and lengthened, bringing Tohma close to completion. He quickened his pace, but was stopped by shaky hands once more. “No…I don't want to come yet…” Tohma complied by kissing his way up to claim the guitarist' lips forcefully once more. They kissed roughly and explored each other everywhere their hands could reach.

 

“I… need… to,” Tohma rasped desperately. Hiro needed no more words, taking the slender hips; he flipped Tohma, chest flat on the white tile and parted his legs, pulling him up towards him.

 

“I don't want to hurt you,” The long haired man hissed concerned--but just as desperately-- hoping he didn't have to stop.

 

“You won't… just fuck me?” Hiro's shaft pulsed at the raw words, loving the sound of them in the angelic voice. Nipping Tohma's back, he entered him as gently as he could possibly bring himself to, given his current state of need. The even needier producer was in no mood for tender loving and pushed his hips back hard, ramming Hiro's rock hard sex into himself.

 

“Oh God!” Hiro exclaimed as the intense sensation shook him to the core. He didn't move, couldn't move, but again, his skilled lover rewarded him with another piece of heaven, as he began to move his hips in a …oh so provocative manner. “God… Tohma, I'm not going to last.” The younger man held on to the slim hips as if they would hold him from falling to his knees “Tohma…Tohma…,” Hiro called over and over, relishing in the sweet sound of his lover's moans. He began to move as well, in a circular motion, the way he had liked—eons ago it seemed—when he did it with women.

 

“Ahhh!” It was Tohma who was rendered speechless this time. With shaky hands, he took one of Hiro's hands and guided it to his own neglected shaft. No instruction needed, Hiro took it, and in sync with his own thrusts, pumped away.

 

“Oh god… how I love you,” Tohma whispered almost too low for the younger man to hear the words, but he did. Hiro's eyes opened wide in shock at the unexpected admission, and something warm coursed through him. Then everything exploded as he hit the most intense, mind blowing orgasm of his entire life.

 

Tohma was sent to heaven as well as the sensual vocalizations of Hiro's passion reached his ears, and the shuddering weight of his satisfied body fell on him. Time stood still, and so did they. As soon as their hearts calmed and went back to a normal speed. The two men looked at one another and began laughing like two little boys who had gotten away with mischief.

 

“I love you too…” Hiro mumbled after the laughter subsided.

 

“Shh,” Tohma put one digit over Hiro's lips, “Don't say it if you don't mean it.”

 

“I do mean it.”

 

“No you don't, but that's alright… I can wait. I can wait forever.” They kissed tenderly for a few seconds, and then actually took a shower.

 

XXX

 

Mika sat at home alone… again. The look Tohma gave her at the restaurant would not leave her mind. It hurt more than anything. She looked out the window, remembering the past, the past that never failed to hunt her like a demon, especially in nights such as this, when Tohma in his subtle ways reminded her of the reason of his unhappiness.

 

xxx Flashback xxx

 

“Seguchi Tohma is a great catch Mika-chan,” Her mother said, while she helped her make tea for her boyfriend. Mika was happy that her mother thought so, but truly didn't care. She had fallen in love with the mild mannered and beautiful college student from the moment she laid eyes on him, and no one, not even her parents would come between her and the man she'd chosen for herself.

 

Now, there were two issues coming between her dream and reality.

 

First, that as hard as she had worked to get Tohma to go out with her, he was being seduced by Sakuma Ryuichi to join him in his music band. Of course she was completely against it, but there was no changing Tohma's mind. And since she had already decided to play the helpless little lover who would do anything for love to make Seguchi Tohma hers for good, even if that meant acting like the supportive damsel to a lost cause, so be it. He would come to his senses eventually.

 

Second, the real problem was the interest Tohma had seemed to develop for Eiri. Since he'd seen him wandering around the pond, there had not been a day since that Tohma hadn't asked something about the blonde, pretentious asshole.

 

In the beginning they had been simple questions such as what was his age, why was he so mean, how come he never came out to say hello, to the more personal and disturbing questions Tohma was asking lately… Does he have a girlfriend? Do you think he likes me as your prospect boyfriend? Would he like to come to one of our gigs? Is his blonde hair and light eyes natural? Mika was tired of Tohma bringing him up every single time. And Eiri wasn't helping matters much either. He didn't leave his room much, but every time Tohma came about, he found some excuse to pop up. It was beginning to frustrate her.

 

She took the tray and warned her mother not to come in and ruin the mood.

As Mika walked carefully with the delicate pottery, she thought she overheard voices.

 

“Damn Tatsuha!” Mika cursed, her little brother always came barging in. She had warned the kid time and time again not to interrupt her when Tohma came to visit. Tohma on the other hand, thought the kid was so cute, that all he wanted to do as soon as he saw him wandering about was to play with him, forgetting all about her. As she came closer, she realized the alien voice she was hearing was not Tatsuha's, but Eiri's. She set the tray on the floor, and went to eavesdrop. Eiri had never talked to any guest who came visit… ever.

 

“Eh, so you're in a band now?” Eiri stood not three paces away from Tohma, in a rather personal posture, one hand on his hip, and the other falling casually to his side. His long and slender figure looked almost feminine, and his longish blonde hair looked almost luminescent against the approaching dusk

 

“I've been for a little while. We're releasing our first album in a few weeks. Don't tell your sister though; she thinks I'm still thinking about it… you should come see us Eiri-kun,” Tohma said in his agreeable voice. It almost sounded as if they knew each other well.

 

“Is that an invitation, or a command… Tohma-oniichan.” The sarcasm mixed with seduction was not lost on Mika. That and the fact that she had never heard her brother talk like that to anyone.

 

“It is not a command, but I'd really like you to come and see me play. It would mean a lot to me.”

 

“Wouldn't your woman get upset?”

 

“You enjoy taunting me, ne Eiri?” Tohma stood and faced Eiri; they were so close that it seemed as if they would kiss. Mika looked on, not knowing what to do, or what to think. Even she didn't get that cheeky with Tohma. She thought about going in and demanding Eiri to leave Tohma alone, but something told her to look on; that something would happen.

 

Eiri took another step forward; their bodies were actually touching now. Eiri brought his face down to meet Tohma's, and smirked in such a seductive way that it even gave Mika chills.

 

“I enjoy doing other things to you Tohma-oniichan.” Then he ran his tongue over Tohma's lips slowly. Mika had to hold her mouth to keep from gasping aloud. Then Eiri took a few steps toward the exit. “I'll go see your band, but only if you let me do naughty things to you afterwards.”

 

“Is that a promise?” Tohma replied in an identically sensual tone.

 

“I'll be very, very naughty… that… I promise.”

 

xxx End of Flashback xxx

 

Mika's thoughts were interrupted by the ring of her phone; she looked at the caller ID wearily. She didn't feel like being bothered tonight; but she winced as the name of the private eye she had hired was displayed on the screen.

 

“Yes,” She replied coldly, not wanting the man to know how affected she was by it all.

 

“Seguchi-san, sorry to disturb, but…” The man began.

 

“Get to the point.”

 

“Yes of course. Your husband just pulled in at an apartment building in the center of Tokyo; very exclusive I might add.”

 

“By himself?”

 

“No, with two other men.”

 

“Men? Describe them to me please.”

 

“One has long hair, somewhat tall, and the other one, it's hard to say, he already went in the building… I've seen them before, I just can't remember where.”

 

“Where is this building?” The man gave her the address, and to her dismay she realized it was but a few blocks away. She hung up her phone and ran to her car. Ten minutes later she was there. Of course there was nothing but a very posh building, and no way for her to find out anything more. The private eye came to meet her, and told her he had taken some photos. He handed her a Polaroid, and promised professional quality ones by tomorrow night. The picture was very fuzzy and dark, but even so, she could tell it was the Bad Luck boys Tohma was with. Then something struck her. Upon closer inspection of the photograph, she gasped. Tohma was holding hands with one of them. She sat in her car crying. The feeling of betrayal she felt with Eiri came back all over again tenfold.

 

“You owe me, bastard!” Mika pulled her phone and dialed a number. “Oh, you owe me.”

 

XXX

 

 

A phone kept ringing and ringing. Shuichi was about to go find it, grab it and smash it against the wall. It wasn't enough that Hiro and Seguchi were very obviously doing things he didn't even want to think about, but that damned phone hadn't stopped ringing ever since. He knew it wasn't Hiro's; the ring was different, and his own had Glaring Dream as a ringer. How pathetic, Shuichi thought mildly as he got up from his bed and went to look for the infernal device.

 

“Who the fuck gets a ringer that loud, for Kami's sake!?” The singer whined, but in truth, it wasn't that loud at all. It was just the emptiness of his heart the reflected on everything else. Shu followed the sound, and soon discovered that it came from a dark designer blazer that could only belong to Seguchi Tohma. He contemplated whether or not he should take a peak to see who it was, but then again, it was none of his business. He most likely wouldn't know anyway… however, the phone had not stopped ringing for a long time, five minutes or longer, Shuichi calculated, which meant, it had to be an emergency. He made up his mind, and rummaged though the pockets coming across two phones--Shu wondered why his boss needed two of them—as he took the one making the irritating noise, and without looking to see who it was, answered it.

 

“Tohma... what the fuck took you so long?” Shuichi let the phone drop from shock, then quickly picked it up. He couldn't possibly talk to him… what the hell was he supposed to do? “Tohma I'm in no mood to play?” His love grunted. Shuichi breathed in and out in a pathetic attempt to calm his heart.

 

“He…Hello,” Shu replied nervously, trying his best to mask his voice.

 

“Who the fuck are you? Where is Tohma?” The voice on the other side snapped impatiently. Shuichi felt like crying but would not let him sense it.

 

“Hi, yes… I'm sorry Seguchi-san is not available right now, would you like to leave a message?” Shu could barely manage the words and hoped to heaven Yuki didn't recognize him… then again, why should he? They hardly spoke to each other the night they were together. The man might not even remember what his voice sounded like.

 

“What the hell are you doing answering Tohma's private line, are you Hiro?” Shuichi's heart nearly stopped… Yuki knew about Hiro? Just exactly how long has his best friend been involved with their producer? Shuichi remembered what Suguru had said about Yuki and Seguchi, feeling relief that it might very well not be true. Of course it wasn't. If it were, why would Yuki know about Hiro? And why would he accept it? Shu's heart began beating fast in his chest, all his emotions in turmoil. “Well?” Yuki demanded.

 

“Yes… I'm sorry, Tohma is not around. Actually he left his jacket here. He forgot it.” Shuichi replied nervously.

 

“I see,” Yuki said tonelessly. “Does he have his other phone?”

 

“No, both of them are here.”

 

“Shit! Do you know where to find him?” Yuki snapped. In fact, he sounded stressed. Shuichi wondered what in the world was making his love so upset. He wished he could be right there with him, and make all his worries go away.

 

“Yes… I think so.” Shuichi replied after a few seconds.

 

“Good. Tell him to get his ass home fast. It's my sister, he'll know.” Yuki instructed.

 

“Is there something wrong with Mika-san?” Shuichi asked concerned, he remembered her sad face as Seguchi walked away from her at the restaurant, remembering the hurt in her eyes. He himself understood so well what she was going through. Shuichi made a small vow to talk Hiro into reason. His best' friend latest acts, proved that he did not know him as well as he thought. But Shu was sure that Hiro did not hurt people intentionally, and that he could talk some sense into him.

 

“What would you care?” Yuki asked amusedly. “She's the enemy; you're not supposed to care.” His love laughed as if the pain of his own sister was funny.

 

“I do care! I'm not some heartless bastard like you!” Shuichi yelled, forgetting his pretence. “Not everyone is an asshole!” The singer continued, his own pain speaking now. `Not everyone uses people and dispose of them as if they were toys!” The tears streamed down his face, and the words were beginning to choke in his throat. Shuichi covered his mouth and hanged up realizing what he had just done.

 

“Shit, shit, shit!” He cursed as he forcefully wiped his tears away. “Now you've done it!” Shu put the phone back, and no sooner than he had accomplished this, it began ringing again. This time, he let it ring for an eternity, each ring pulling him deeper and deeper into that black hole he'd been the night before. Although this time, Shindou Shuichi saw a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.

 

…Maybe Yuki Eiri isn't who he thought; maybe the cold and emotionless front is not a front, but the real man. Maybe he has been so in love with an illusion all these years that he had failed to see reality…I'm a fool…Shuichi thought, a fool with a child's dream, but no more. It's time to wake up and grow out of it once and for all…

 

As Shuichi thought these somber thoughts, something lifted inside of him, and for the first time in a long time, he felt… free.

 

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A/N: Ok so Tatsuha didn't really get anything like I promised last chapter, but that's only because I had to cut this chapter short. It was dragging too long and I know some of you prefer shorter chapters. Next chapter though… something good is going to happen. I promise on my honor as an angsty drama queer writer.

 

Now: What does Shuichi mean by FREE! Don't tell me he's gonna forget all about Yuki. I”LL KILL HIM! Why am I writing this for then? (Throw hands up in the air and waive them as she just don't care… but she does!!!!!!)

 

Next Stop: Masking Pleasure Around. Yes!! Tatsu-kun will get his pay day! Or is he? Don't miss it!!!