Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Disappearing Act ❯ Chapter 2

Disappearing Act

 

Disclaimer: I don't own these gorgeous boys; Murakami Maki-sensei does *sobs*

I make no money off this story, no matter how much I wish I could. So leave me alone and stop trying to mooch money, I don't have any!!

 

Chapter Two:

 

It hadn't been too hard to make their trip longer, since simply taking a different turn had gotten Hiro and Shuuichi caught in traffic. Normally it would've taken about fifteen minutes to get to the club on Hiro's bike, but traffic was backed up and they ended up spending most of their ride just sitting and waiting. Growing impatient, Hiro had taken to the sidewalk, causing a few people to jump out of the way as the motorcycle roared past them. Finally, at 9:25, they arrived at the club and quickly spotted their table, with Suguru and K waiting for them.

 

“Oh, look, Fujisaki dressed up a bit, too,” Shuuichi commented as he and Hiro made their way through the crowd, noticing his keyboardist's outfit of a dark blue, high-collared long-sleeve shirt, with a slim zipper that went halfway down his chest (though he kept it zipped all the way up), shiny black pants, and low, black boots. His dark blue trench coat lay folded over the back of his chair.

 

“A bit,” Hiro agreed, “but he always dresses up a bit doesn't he?”

 

“Hmm, does he? I never really noticed,” Shuu said absently. “I wonder why he didn't check his coat.”

 

“We didn't either,” Hiro pointed out.

 

“Yeah, but we never do. Don't you think someone as anal as Fujisaki would check his coat in?”

 

Hiro shrugged as they finally got to the table, and Shuuichi didn't press the matter.

 

“Oh, so you guys are finally here, I see,” Suguru said boredly, moving one of the arms he was leaning on to pick up his drink.

 

“Yeah, well…” Hiro shrugged.

 

“That's right, Fujisaki, we had errands to run,” Shuuichi insisted, raising his index finger and nodding his head fervently. “Errands!”

 

Hiro sighed and shook his head, “I didn't give our excuse yet, Shuuichi.”

 

His pink-haired friend didn't hear him as he continued, crossing his arms and sticking his nose up, “…and anyway, it's not like this is a date or anything. You're not my type. We're just here to relax and celebrate, who cares if we're a little late?! Drinks all around!!!” He declared this loudly and jumped into a chair, followed by Hiro who sat across from him and merely sat in his seat as a normal, sane person would, still shaking his head over his friend, though with a small smile that seemed to say, `That's Shuuichi alright.'

 

Immediately seeing and fearing the look on K's face when they sat down, however, both newly arrived band members scooted to their keyboardist's side of the table, flanking him on either side, and asked in whispers what was wrong.

 

Suguru put the drink he was sipping down and answered, just as hushed, “Sakuma-san.”

 

“Eh, what did Sakuma-san do?” Shuuichi asked, forgetting to keep his voice down.

 

K immediately glared, raising his gun in his clenched, shaking fist, and declared, “Ryuiiiichiiii!!!”

 

“K-K-san!” Suguru exclaimed, sweatdropping as he stood and tried to calm their blonde manager down. “Please, you'll worry security again.”

 

“Oh, you've already had trouble with security? Mr. K, I've told you before, it is really unnecessary to bring those guns with you everywhere,” Touma suddenly spoke from beside their table. Everyone immediately whipped their heads in his direction, not having noticed his arrival. Touma stood there in his favorite feather-collared coat and bowler hat and simply smiled pleasantly, a smile they'd come to realize hid more cunning and manipulation than most would ever imagine, and tilted his head to the side slightly, “Or don't you trust my judgment?”

 

K was not so easily intimidated, though he did seem to remember he was under the employ of the angel-faced man, and simply put his hand, still holding the gun, down on the table with a low growl and a twitchy eyebrow.

 

“Seguchi-san, I didn't know you were going to be here, too,” Shuuichi said.

 

Touma nodded, smiled some more, and pulled up a chair from another table. “So, what is it that Ryuichi-san has done, Mr. K?”

 

K turned to face the younger man, eyebrow still twitching, forehead vein throbbing, “Kumagorou Beam.”

 

As everyone at the table sweatdropped, Touma chuckled and replied, “Is that so? Where is he now?” He glanced at a thin silver band on his wrist; his watch.

 

“Dancing with Tatsuha-san,” Suguru answered.

 

“Tatsuha-san?” Touma asked in a suddenly serious tone, raising a brow. “Uesugi Tatsuha-san?”

 

Suguru nodded at the same time Shuuichi said, “Oh!” Shuu clapped a hand over his mouth and mumbled behind it, “I almost forgot again. I hope he's not doing anything…”

 

Hiro had stood up to scan the faces in the dancing crowd and commented, “Where are they, Fujisaki?”

 

Suguru also stood, though the standing didn't help since Hiro was still taller than him and could see over people's heads much better. Attempting a dignified tiptoe, and failing gracefully, he gave up and sat back down, determined not to stoop to standing on his chair. “They were in the center of the floor, of course. Where else would Sakuma-san want to be?”

 

Hiro put his hand to his brow, squinting to see better through the lights on the dance floor. “I don't see Tatsuha-san or Sakuma-san anywhere, and Sakuma-san isn't exactly the kind of person to blend in with the crowd.”

 

Touma stood and said matter-of-factly, “We need to find him immediately.”

 

Suguru sighed and nodded, standing to pick up his trench coat, “I'll check the restrooms I suppose.”

 

Hiro grabbed Shuuichi's arm, “We'll check the dance floor.”

 

“It's 9:35 now. You three meet me back here in fifteen minutes, whether you find him or not,” the President of NG Records ordered as the members of Bad Luck left the table.

 

K stood, gun leaning on his shoulder, “I'll check the bar and outside.”

 

Touma nodded and walked off to begin his own search.

 

Tatsuha's `borrowed' suit jacket remained on the chair K had exited.

 

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Ryuichi opened the door with his name on it, grabbed Tatsuha by the front of his shirt, and pulled him inside. Once behind the door, he leaned his body against the taller boy's, pushing him back against the door to close it. Ryuichi ran his hand up the outside of Tatsuha's leg and thigh, moving it away again when he neared his waist. Tatsuha heard the click of the lock on the door, and felt a chill up his spine. A good chill. He closed his eyes in pleasure just at the thought of what could happen in this locked room.

 

Yet, even anticipating what could happen, he still gasped slightly when Ryuichi put his door-locking hand in the small of his back, his other hand wrapping around the back of Tatsuha's neck to pull his head down a little. He both felt and heard Ryuichi's next words, hot breath teasing his ear as the singer whispered, “You did want to molest me… didn't you… Tatsuha-kun?” He gave Tatsuha's ear a playful lick up the side, grinning to himself when he felt the boy shudder, then grabbed the very edge of his earlobe gently between his teeth and nipped it quickly. Then he leaned back to face Tatsuha, cobalt eyes piercing dark grey-purple with a knowing look as he brought up the subject from earlier that night.

 

Tatsuha hadn't lost his erection from their activities on the dance floor, and it ached at the implication in Ryuichi's words. He could feel Ryuichi's own erection against his thigh as he leaned close to Tatsuha, though their bodies weren't fully pressed together anymore. Tatsuha tried to answer the other man, but his throat had gone dry and he couldn't make one word come out. He simply nodded.

 

Ryuichi's eyes flashed with mischief. “Do you…” He trailed his hand from Tatsuha's neck, slowly down his chest, landing right on the front of Tatsuha's pants. Rubbing lightly at the hardness there, he taunted, “…still…Tatsuha? Want to molest me?”

 

Tatsuha gulped and whispered, “Gods yes.”

 

Ryuichi leaned forward a little more, lips brushing against Tatsuha's as he spoke, “That's too bad… Ta~tsu~ha…” Tatsuha once again felt his heart dropping, though Ryu's hand was still doing its slow caress. Ryuichi stopped and leaned back again, hooking his thumbs into Tatsuha's pants waist and smiling; a slow, seductive smile. “You'll have to wait your turn.”

 

Suddenly, both Tatsuha's hands were trapped at his sides by Ryuichi's hands. Ryuichi leaned up and pressed his lips to Tatsuha's, full and soft at first. Though he still couldn't quite believe this was happening, Tatsuha wasn't at all shy about kissing back. Ryuichi's mouth grew more insistent, the heat that had already sparked between them feeding into it, and soon he was slipping his tongue through Tatsuha's willingly parted lips. Their tongues quickly found each other, and continued the dance their bodies had yet to finish.

 

Their lower bodies remembered the dance well, and they slowly started to grind against each other, hard members restricted by clothing. Tatsuha couldn't help but moan at the contact, and the noise earned him a couple more insistent thrusts from the other man. Ryuichi hummed into his mouth at his own actions, and sucked Tatsuha's tongue.

 

They began to breathe in sync, chests pressing together with each inhale, as Ryuichi leaned against him more. The singer tightened his hold on Tatsuha's wrists when the younger male tried to get out of his grasp, to touch him as he wanted. Ryu brought Tatsuha's hands above his head and pinned them there with one hand as he broke their kiss, sucking Tatsuha's lower lip a bit before letting go. Ryu nibbled up his jawline to his ear, where he took the lobe between his teeth again. He bit down a little before licking and sucking at it. As he did this, his free hand found its way again to Tatsuha's crotch, which he again began to tease, rubbing his fingers lightly along the bulge there.

 

Tatsuha thought he would burst from the torture, and tried to groan in protest, but it merely came out as an even more wanton moan. He could swear he felt Ryuichi chuckle against the ear he was nibbling, and it sent a thrill through him, hair standing on end from the sensation. Ryu again began moving his mouth, this time sending nibbling kisses down his neck. He apparently found an especially tasty spot, and stopped to lick and nibble more. He bit and sucked, making Tatsuha moan and try to thrust against him to increase the contact from his lowered hand, which in turn made Ryuichi hum and suck harder.

 

Finally, Ryuichi began increasing the pressure from his gentle hand, stroking Tatsuha's cock through his pants.

 

“Mmm, motto…” Tatsuha moaned, thrusting again against Ryuichi's hand.

 

Ryuichi's mouth came back up to Tatsuha's ear and breathed, “Motto? Like..this..?” Deftly moving skilled fingers, Ryuichi undid the clasp on Tatsuha's pants and slid down the zipper. If not for the fact that Tatsuha's legs were parted, Ryuichi having positioned them that way during their encounter, the pants would have fallen to the floor. Instead, though, the unzipping merely made room for Ryuichi to slip his hand into Tatsuha's boxers. This in no way disappointed Tatsuha, however, as Ryuichi's slightly cool hand wrapped firmly around his hot flesh.

 

The singer stroked him lightly a few times, soft skin gliding over silky hardness. On the third upward stroke, he ran his thumb over the slit in the head, stealing Tatsuha's pre-cum to coat his length so he could use a stronger grip on the boy. Ryuichi began stroking a little faster, no longer teasing. His lips found Tatsuha's again, mouth swallowing the boy's moans hungrily, tongue sliding along his parted lips. Tatsuha met his tongue eagerly before it even entered his mouth, and sucked on the would-be intruder. Ryuichi moaned into Tatsuha's mouth this time, and increased the speed of his hand's stroking. Their tongues writhed together, each giving and taking, nibbling and sucking, tasting each other as their saliva mixed.

 

Tatsuha's head spun at the sensations; was this real? Was Ryuichi really kissing him and touching him? Ryuichi broke the kiss off again with a nibble and breathed against Tatsuha's lips, “If I let go, can you behave, Tatsuha?” At first he thought Ryuichi meant he would let go of his dick, stopping the pleasure from his hand, but then Ryu squeezed the wrists he held above Tatsuha's head and the young monk knew what he meant. He nodded his agreement, entranced by the lustful look in Ryuichi's eyes, and his wrists were released, Ryuichi's left hand sliding down Tatsuha's right arm. Tatsuha let his arms fall to his sides, and fisted his hands to control himself and keep his promise, not touching Ryuichi yet.

 

Continuing his ministrations, using more pre-cum as he pumped Tatsuha rhythmically but not too quickly, Ryu's free hand found the hem on the back of Tatsuha's shirt and slid under it, feeling the contours of the muscles in his back. He began nibbling his way down Tatsuha's neck towards his chest, but was soon obstructed by the still mostly-buttoned shirt. He growled at the shirt and bit the edge near the buttons, reprimanding it for being in his way, but it still didn't move. He gave Tatsuha a nibble and one more stroke and trailed his mouth and fingers away, causing a groan of protest to escape the boy as his skin immediately missed the warmth of Ryuichi's kisses and his erection was left unsatisfied. The hand on Tatsuha's back leaving also and meeting its mate on the front of his shirt, the offending buttons were quickly undone and the shirt opened to reveal Tatsuha's chest and stomach.

 

Ryuichi ran his hands over the exposed flesh of the teen, pale and perfect, and looked him over with an appreciative gleam in his eyes. He ran his thumbs over Tatsuha's nipples, teasing them to attention, then trailed his hands further to feel the definition of his abs. He hummed softly to himself as he kissed his way down Tatsuha's chest to a nipple, Ryu's right hand snaked around to grab his ass as his left hand found the other nipple. As his fingers traced and lightly pinched the pert bud, his tongue lapped at the other, pausing occasionally to suck on it a bit, then blowing lightly and kissing the wetness away before adding more with his tongue. His tongue traced its way along Tatsuha's chest to the other nipple, replacing his hand with his mouth to let the hand explore the teen's body along with his right.

 

It was so hard for Tatsuha not to touch Ryuichi now. What he was doing felt so good, but he wanted more, so much more. And he wanted to do things to Ryuichi as well. His hands unclenched and felt their way along the door he was against for something, anything, to grab onto so he wouldn't grab Ryuichi. Finding the sideboards that framed the doorway, he clenched his fingers over the edge.

 

Ryuichi trailed his tongue down the center of Tatsuha's chest, nipping just below his bellybutton before tracing around it. Ryuichi suddenly hooked his fingers into the top of Tatsuha's boxers, pulling them, along with the pants, down to his ankles. Tatsuha gasped in surprise, and then in pleasure as Ryuichi's tongue soon found its way to his weeping cock.

 

“Mmm,” Ryuichi moaned as he lapped at the pre-cum, swirling his tongue over and around the head before sweeping it down the vein that ran on the underside of Tatsuha's erection. He cast his eyes up to see the boy staring hazily down at him, eyes hooded, and Ryuichi licked his lips and smirked up at the boy, “You're tasty, Tatsuha. I need to taste more…” Licking his lips again, Ryuichi put his head back down, taking Tatsuha into his mouth completely.

 

Tatsuha gasped, “Ahh, Ryuichi!” and held onto the wall even tighter. The older man worked his mouth up and down the shaft, tongue moving expertly over the hot flesh. The more Tatsuha moaned and tried not to thrust, the faster Ryuichi moved, steadily increasing the pressure of his mouth. He hummed around Tatsuha's dick, truly relishing the taste of him. Ryuichi's hands ran over the other male's hips and thighs, kneading the globes of his ass, continuing up to his lower back, around to the front of his abs, back down to his hips.

 

The sensation of Ryuichi humming on him, and the way his tongue and mouth seemed to know exactly what to do to him, brought Tatsuha to the edge quickly. He didn't want to come right away, he wanted this feeling, this whole experience, to last, so he held off as long as possible. He'd been teased so much throughout the night, though, that he knew it wouldn't be much longer. Ryuichi wrapped a hand around the base of Tatsuha's cock as he pulled his mouth up, then moved to cup his balls, running his thumb over the sensitized skin there and underneath, mouth thrusting back down, tongue swirling.

 

Tatsuha couldn't take it anymore and suddenly fisted both hands in Ryuichi's hair, crying out, “Ahh, iku yo!” Ryuichi kept his mouth on him, holding Tatsuha in place with his hands on his hips, and Tatsuha came into Ryuichi's mouth. Drawing out the teen's full orgasm with his still-moving mouth and tongue, Ryuichi swallowed every last bit of cum in his mouth, waiting until the member had stopped throbbing to slide his mouth slowly off of it with one more satisfied hum.

 

With one last lick around the head, Ryuichi again licked his lips and looked up at Tatsuha, who was still staring down at him, seemingly frozen in amazement from what had just happened. Ryuichi chuckled and gently removed the hands holding his hair, gliding his body against Tatsuha as he stood up. “Tatsuha really is tasty,” he seemed to purr, and captured the young monk's lips in a sweet kiss, tongue offering him a taste of himself. Never thinking once about refusing Ryuichi, Tatsuha immediately accepted.

 

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There were three men's restrooms in the club; one by the bar, one near the dance floor, and one on an upper level where VIP seats for concerts and the offices of management were. Suguru wasted no time in checking them all, not wanting to spend anymore time than needed in the public facilities. Actually, there was a fourth restroom in the backstage area, but he didn't have clearance to check back there. Despite the fact that he could easily talk his way back there, using both his connections and his inherent skills in manipulation, Suguru figured his cousin, whose skills in that area still far surpassed his, would most likely be checking backstage anyway. So, deciding his search was done, he ordered another iced green tea and returned to their table.

 

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Shuuichi and Hiro made their way through the mass of dancing bodies looking for Ryuichi and Tatsuha. They were making good progress until a group of girls near the middle of the crowd suddenly recognized them. As Shuu wasn't wearing his usual hat and glasses disguise, Hiro's long, red hair was easily recognized, and both of them were dressed similar to how they often did on stage, it shouldn't have been too surprising. The two bandmates weren't expecting it, though, and were soon being chased through the club by a horde of rabid fangirls, with a couple guys also thrown into the mix. They finally lost them when security came to their rescue and held the mob at bay while Shuu and Hiro escaped down a hallway, through a storeroom behind the bar, and back out the hallway on the other side of the club near where their table was. They hadn't been able to finish their search, but there were only a couple minutes until they were to meet back up with everyone, so they went and sat with Suguru at the table.

 

“Ohh, I need a drink,” Hiro groaned as he sat down, and signaled to a girl coming around offering drinks from her tray.

 

Shuuichi nodded, “I'll second that.” He took a couple fruity-flavored shots from the tray while Hiro took one of the bottles of beer.

 

“What're you having, Fujisaki?” Hiro asked the boy, noticing his drink was almost gone.

 

“Iced tea,” Suguru answered.

 

“Got a Long Island Iced Tea on that tray of yours?” Hiro asked the girl, who answered no, but blushed and said she could bring one to them.

 

“Not necessary,” Suguru answered, ignoring the girl's blush at him as he got up and walked to the bar.

 

He returned a minute later, drink in hand, and sat back down.

 

“That was kinda rude, Fujisaki. You know, you shouldn't be so mean to girls, you'll never get a girlfriend that way,” Shuuichi remarked reprovingly.

 

“I don't want or need a girlfriend, Shindou-san, and I can get my own drinks. Besides, this isn't Long Island Iced Tea,” he answered coolly, and sipped his drink through a straw.

 

“You mean it's just regular iced tea?” Suguru nodded and Shuuichi laughed, “Fujisaki, you're so uptight, you should learn to loosen up.”

 

Suguru looked at him crossly a moment, then merely kept sipping his drink with a blank face. Then K came up to join them at the table.

 

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K looked all over the parking lot outside the club, then walked the perimeter a couple times before going back in to walk the perimeter inside the club. Still not finding his target, he walked the length of the bar, asking the bartenders if they'd seen the missing singer. They hadn't, so he sat down on a barstool and had a few drinks before returning to the table that was the group's meeting place.

 

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Touma was not at all pleased by the news that Tatsuha had come to their little party tonight, and especially not when he realized that the two had suddenly disappeared while dancing. He was sure Ryuichi wouldn't leave the club, as this whole plan tonight had been his idea, but Touma knew if Ryuichi was distracted it could put a hitch in the plan and delay things. Ryuichi wasn't exactly known for following a schedule well. Besides that fact, the younger brother of the person he most loved was almost as gifted in the art of seduction as Yuki, and had been obsessed with Ryuichi for years.

 

Touma checked all Ryuichi's favorite places in the club. He wasn't in the coat room playing with Kumagorou; he wasn't at the entrance coloring on the posters; he wasn't in the VIP lounge or the box with the sound and light controls; he wasn't with the DJ suggesting what songs he should spin next. This left only one more place to check, and Touma was not pleased at the thought. Especially if Tatsuha was still with him.

 

Directing himself towards the door to the backstage waiting and dressing rooms, Touma quickly reached the door that read `Employees Only'.

 

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The rule about not being allowed to touch seemed to have expired, as Tatsuha ran his hands through Ryuichi's hair and all over his body, Ryuichi doing the same as they kissed. Tatsuha grabbed Ryuichi's butt, pulling him against him even more, if that was possible, and rubbed against the considerable erection still contained within his jeans. Tatsuha ran his hands to the front of Ryu's jeans, starting to undo the belt, but he was stopped by Ryuichi's hands on his, their kiss broken, and he looked at the shorter man.

 

“What time is it?” Ryuichi asked.

 

Tatsuha reluctantly looked at his watch, then frowned. It still said 9:40. Noticing the date indicator on the digital face, he realized it must have stopped the previous day. “Um… do you have a clock in here, Ryuichi? It looks like my watch has been dead all day.”

 

“So… it wasn't 9:40 when we came in here?” Ryuichi questioned sounding slightly concerned, the intense look slowly leaving his eyes.

 

“Maybe not,” Tatsuha sighed, realizing their interlude was now most likely over, though his craving for the singer had been nowhere near satisfied.

 

Just then, the door handle began to rattle. Tatsuha jumped away from the door, almost falling when the pants around his ankles prevented the movement, but Ryuichi caught him and helped him get his balance back. The rattle was immediately followed by a loud knock on the door, accompanied by a familiar silky voice.

 

“Ryuichi-san, are you in there?”

 

Tatsuha's blood chilled slightly at the sound of Touma's voice, and he quickly pulled up his boxers and pants as Ryuichi answered, “Hai, hai, na no da!”

 

“Is Tatsuha-san with you?” Touma's voice came through the door, sounding slightly darker.

 

“Hai, Ryu-chan's giving Tatsuha-kun the tour, na no da!” Even hearing Touma's slightly dangerous tone, Tatsuha couldn't help his smirk at the double meaning he could read into Ryuichi's words.

 

“Why is the door locked?” Touma asked from the other side of the door, sounding none-to-pleased. Tatsuha worked quickly to button his shirt, moving to a nearby mirror to fix his hair. Noticing a few marks Ryuichi had left on his chest and neck, he decided to button the shirt all the way to the collar so as to not further invoke the wrath of NG's President.

 

Ryuichi seemed unaffected by their seemingly desperate situation, not even bothering to fix his hair or shirt, though at least, Tatsuha noticed, he seemed to have lost most of his previous erection. It was now just a slight bulge that could be passed off in the jeans he wore. Said singer answered Touma, calling through the door, “Is it locked? Naughty Kuma-chan! I told you we're not allowed to lock that door, na no da!” Ryuichi picked Kumagorou up from where he'd dropped him on the floor earlier, glanced back at Tatsuha, and, seeing that he was done primping, unlocked and opened the door.

 

Tatsuha saw the glare Touma gave him, but Ryuichi evidently didn't, and it was immediately replaced by a cherub's smile as they exited the room.

 

“Kumagorou,” Touma chuckled, addressing the pink bunny in Ryuichi's arms, “You should listen to Ryuichi-san. He knows the things I ask are in his best interest.”

 

“That's right, Kuma-chan,” Ryuichi reprimanded the bunny, holding him out in front of him and shaking his finger at him.

 

“I'm sure he's learned his lesson now,” Touma said smoothly, giving a sideways look to Tatsuha. The teen tried not to look guilty, realizing the threat lying underneath the cunning man's playful words.

 

“Are we running late?” Ryuichi asked his keyboardist.

 

Touma looked at his wristband and smiled at him, “I think we should be right on time. Everything should be set up by now, and we have ten minutes until stage time. Perhaps we should meet the others at the table and let your friends in on your plan?”

 

Ryuichi nodded and smiled chibily, and the three men exited the backstage hallway.

 

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A/N: Whoo, chapter two up! Don't worry, this isn't the end, at least one more chapter comin'… maaaaaybe two, we'll see… But don't be shy! Review and let me know what you think!! Onegai?

 

In case you were wondering:

 

Motto = more

 

Iku yo = I'm coming (in Japanese of course… fem. version: iku wa)