Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Doesn't Love Make You Crazy?! ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation, or its characters, and I make no profit from this story. I humbly dedicate this fic to all the lovely readers and reviewers of the prequel, “Disappearing Act.”

 

Doesn't Love Make You Crazy?!

 

By: ladygizarme

Beta: ren

Summary: It all started with an accidental kiss that, try as he might, Suguru just couldn't ignore. Now the insanity is affecting him, too! H/Su/H, Y/S, and more! The much belated (and, perhaps, anticipated?) sequel to Disappearing Act is finally here!

Eventual Rating: X/Adult++ (T/PG-13 for now)

Story Warnings: BL/Shounen-ai, eventual explicit yaoi, possible angst, drama, WAFF, WIP

A/N: Been awhile, ne? For those of you just tuning in, this story is the sequel to “Disappearing Act.” It's not completely necessary to read the first one, though I do highly recommend at least reading the epilogue of DA before diving into this fanfiction, so you're not completely lost when certain things are mentioned.

 

Chapter One:

 

It happened so fast, it took a moment to realize what had actually happened. One minute Suguru was watching the movie, studiously reading the subtitles and trying to ignore the warm, pleasant tingle that danced across his skin when his hand accidentally touched Hiro's while reaching for the popcorn. The next minute, he felt a tap on his shoulder and suddenly his mouth was pressed against another, tasting the familiar salty-sweet taste of popcorn and cola on unfamiliar lips as he stared, shocked, into equally-surprised blue eyes.

 

It seemed like time froze in that instant and Suguru's entire world shrunk down to only those salty-sweet, slightly-moist-but-in-a-good-way lips. Unconsciously, he closed his eyes. The tingle he'd felt before just on his hand was now on his lips, and growing stronger the longer the contact lasted. It traveled from his lips, into his mouth, onto his tongue (which yearned to taste more of the other mouth, but refrained), down his throat, settling somewhere in his stomach and making it churn with electric excitement. His head was filled with a pleasant, though slightly dizzying, buzz and he would have been thankful he was sitting then, if he'd been at all capable of coherent thought at the moment.

 

He couldn't be sure what brought him back to his senses in the next instant. All he knew was that the other mouth was gone and the fog was clearing from his mind, leaving behind just the faintest remnants of that pleasant buzz from before. Able to think clearly again, Suguru opened his eyes, suddenly realizing he'd just been kissing Hiro!His thoughts and feelings warred inside him, caught between being horrifically embarrassed, quite pissed at the prankster that had shoved them together in the first place (whoever that had been; he thought he might've seen a flash of blonde but couldn't be sure as it had happened so fast), and sorely missing the taste and feel of Hiro's lips; longing to pull that mouth back to his.

 

As soon as that last thought made itself known, Suguru's embarrassment grew tenfold, becoming evident in the color spreading from his formerly-pale cheeks into the rest of his face, to his ears, and quickly creeping down his neck. Chocolate brown eyes widened almost to saucers, again staring into bewildered blue eyes. Then the blue eyes blinked, and the spell freezing Suguru's limbs finally released as Hiro's eyes belatedly filled with realization as well.

 

In a flurry of movement, which he attempted to do quietly for the sake of the other people in the theater, Suguru stood, grabbing his coat from the seat and scrambling past a still-slightly-shell-shocked Hiro, hurrying up the aisle and out the theater door. Once out of the dark theater, he didn't stop but hurried on, quickening his pace further as he heard Hiro calling out to him not far behind. Pushing through the cinema's glass entrance doors, Suguru ran to the street and anxiously hailed a cab. Luck was with him, apparently, and a yellow cab pulled up to the curb right in front of him just as Hiro burst out the front of the cinema.

 

“Suguru, wait!” the red haired man called out to him.

 

Suguru denied the plea, yanking the car door open and jumping in. “Sorry, Hiro, I have to go!” he apologized guiltily before slamming the door and telling the cabbie to, “Just drive.”

 

That had been nearly a month ago. Suguru had avoided Hiro for several days afterwards, even trying to stay home from work in order not to see the other boy. Of course, K (and his guns) would not put up with that, so Suguru had to resort to merely ignoring the other boy in the studio, pretending nothing had ever happened between them and blatantly refusing to talk to Hiro, walking away whenever it seemed like the guitarist was going to bring it up.

 

He just couldn't bear having to face Hiro's kind but apologetic face as he told Suguru it would never work out between them because, after all, he was straight. No, he just couldn't face such humiliation from the guitarist he'd just started becoming real friends with. Even if he denied it (and, oh boy, would he deny it!), the entire hypothetical scenario weighed heavily on Suguru's psyche until he was convinced that Hiro would never accept his excuse of it being an accident—a horrible prank that should never have happened—and that the reaction he may have perceived as attraction and enjoyment was actually a gross misinterpretation of disgust and horror. So he ignored the problem—the threat of confrontation—hoping it would simply go away.

 

At the time, Suguru did not and could not notice the hurt his actions were causing the redhead he still considered a friend; nor could he notice the attention his actions were actually drawing to the fact that something must have happened between himself and the guitarist; he was too busy trying to sort through the mess that was his logic vs. his jumbled hormones.

 

Not only for this reason, however, as the work schedule for Bad Luck had become extremely busy as they finalized production on their latest CD release and geared up for their upcoming tour. So it was too easy for Suguru to put thoughts and worries of his romantic life out of his mind in favor of his work, even if said work involved the very subject of those aforementioned conflicted thoughts. In fact, this distraction had worked so well that Suguru barely noticed when Hiro gave up on the idea of talking things out with him, diving himself into the band's preparations as well.

 

Now that the pressure seemed to be off, the threat of dealing with unwanted actions and emotions no longer lurking around every Hiro-filled corner, things seemed to be gradually going back to normal. Not only between Suguru and Hiro, but between him and the rest of his colleagues around NG, as well. Everyone had felt the tension between the guitarist and keyboardist those few weeks, and it had put a strain on their working relationships.

 

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Sakano in particular was happy the tension had lifted, as it was very hard to get anything done around the studio with two-thirds of the band avoiding each other for whatever reason. After all, he had more things to worry about than silly adolescent drama—like preparations for Bad Luck's tour, the Shachou's upcoming court date, and the subsequent meetings with the Board of Trustees. Therefore, he was almost beside himself with joy as he walked into the studio one morning and found, not the deafening silence that came with the thick tension as of late, but loud and boisterous teasing of Bad Luck's lead singer being perpetrated by none other than the guitarist and keyboardist.

 

“Ah, Yuki-san is such a possessive lover, ne Suguru?” Hiro's lighthearted voice commented in what seemed to be mock envy.

 

“Hm,” Suguru replied, one hand cupping his elbow as the other went to his chin contemplatively. Sakano couldn't see the look on his face, as the youngest band member's back was to him. His body language seemed scrutinizing, though, as Suguru looked down at the lead singer sitting on the sofa, who was also blocked from Sakano's view by the guitarist and keyboardist's backs and only recognizable from the tuft of bright pink hair Sakano could just glimpse between Hiro and Suguru's shoulders.

 

“Well,” Suguru finally continued. “Yuki-san does show that guard dog persona under certain volatile conditions, and I suppose it's only natural for Yuki-san to want to mark his territory. After all, he was sharing a household with Sakuma-san for a whole weekend while they visited his father's shrine. Then there's also the issue of Tatsuha-kun, who is also known for his numerous passes at Shindou-san.”

 

“Ah, true, true,” Hiro agreed, nodding sagely.

 

“Oh, shut up, you guys! Enough with the teasing, this is awful!” Shuuichi finally burst out, jumping to his feet to confront his mocking band mates. “And we have a photo shoot today! What am I supposed to do?! Stupid Yuki,” he complained loudly, grumbling the last bit to himself with an audible pout.

 

Sakano's concerned interest was piqued with this outburst, and he drew closer to see just what the problem was exactly. When he walked over to the three band members and was finally able to see Shuu fully, he gasped at what he saw. The young singer's neck was covered, on both sides, with dark, reddish-purple bruises of various sizes. However, though the sizes varied, the shapes could not be mistaken.

 

Those were hickies. Sakano nodded to himself. Most definitely. Another nod. Covering Shuuichi's neck. His eyes widened mid-nod now. On the day of Bad Luck's very important photo shoot! Sakano gasped.

 

“Shindou-kun! Y-your neck… how did this happen?!” Sakano exclaimed, interrupting yet another bout of teasing.

 

All three heads turned towards their panicking producer in surprise, eyebrows raised dubiously. That's when Sakano realized what he'd said, and blushed, sweatdropping. Of course, he had a pretty good idea how it happened. That wasn't quite what he meant, though.

 

“I-I mean, how could you let this happen, Shindou-kun?! And today of all days!”

 

“It's not like I meant for it to happen! I definitely don't want my picture plastered all over the place with my neck all marked up, but it just happened!”

 

“You could have stopped Yuki-san,” Suguru suggested reasonably.

 

“Ahh, but it felt so good, Suguru. No way could I have stopped him at the time,” Shuuichi purred, eyes fluttering with memory so that his band mates immediately knew they should change the subject or else they'd be dealing with a daydreaming (and, most likely, horny) Shuuichi the rest of the day.

 

Before they could properly change the subject, though, Noriko burst into the room with the dramatic female flare few other than her could pull off, immediately bringing all attention to her.

 

“Don't worry, boys, I've got it covered,” she proclaimed, winking at them with a smirk. Then she beckoned them with a manicured nail, “Follow me.”

 

Knowing by now not to argue with the woman, all four men followed her through the hallways of NG until they came to the newly installed cafeteria, complete with a few fast food chains to fit the employees' tastes. Noriko led them to one such establishment, signaling to one of the workers as they approached the counter.

 

“Is it ready yet?” the purple haired woman asked.

 

The teen boy behind the counter nodded, and scurried back behind the kitchen area to retrieve… whatever it was they were here for. When he came back, the dubious looks Sakano had only minutes ago been graced with had returned, only this time their target was Noriko, with side glances sliding to the boy and the… large metal spoon he held. Steam also seemed to be rising from it, which only served to deepen the skepticism emanating from the group in waves.

 

“A-a spoon, Ukai-san?” Shuuichi said, unsure if this was some sort of trick.

 

The woman merely nodded, gesturing for the teen to hand her the spoon.

 

Suguru raised a skeptical brow. “How exactly is this supposed to solve Shindou-san's problem?”

 

Noriko merely smirked. Then, holding the spoon in one hand, she held Shuuichi's neck with the other, and pressed the spoon to one of the more prominent marks on his neck.

 

“Aaah!” Shuu screamed in shock, attempting to jump away but failing as Noriko held his neck firmly despite his struggling and attempts to push her hands and the spoon away. “Cold!” he shrieked again as the spoon was moved to another spot moments later, pressing and rocking the rounded bottom against the mark for half a minute.

 

After she deemed that one done, she checked the spoon and, finding it no longer cold enough, returned it to the teen, who left and returned with another frozen spoon. The process was repeated, spoon after spoon being pressed to Shuuichi's poor, now-freezing neck, until finally Noriko's supply ran out.

 

“Hmm,” she said, narrowing her eyes at the marks on Shuuichi's neck. The ones she had treated looked significantly lighter now, though they wouldn't disappear completely and there were still quite a few left untreated. She looked at the counter-boy. “How long will it take to get more ready?”

 

“U-um… about half an hour in the flash freezer is all, Noriko-sama,” the boy answered, his not-quite-matured voice cracking at awkward intervals.

 

“When is the photo shoot, Sakano?” the woman asked the producer.

 

“In an hour,” the bespectacled man answered.

 

Noriko nodded. “Okay, Seiichi-kun, get another batch ready for me, please,” she said sweetly to the boy at the counter, smiling at him. “And bring me a cup of ice.”

 

The four men accompanying her sweatdropped at her manipulative flirting as the teen immediately jumped to do her bidding.

 

Pleased with her work, Noriko turned back to the band members and their producer, handing Sakano the cup of ice.

 

“Keep treating Shindou's neck with these ice cubes. In half an hour, I'll check the marks and do this again if need be. By then, K should be back with the makeup artist he went to kidna—I mean, hire—for Bad Luck's shoot today. By the time we're done with you, Shindou, no one will even suspect you let a vampire feed on you all weekend.”

 

She smiled sweetly at Shuuichi, which only made him shiver, knowing the true nature of the woman in front of him, and the practical threat that hid beneath her seemingly innocent words. Shuuichi would have to make sure, from now on, not to let Yuki leave love bites on him before a Bad Luck function. He didn't want to know what would happen to him if there was a next time. Sometimes, he swore, Noriko could be more insane than K, and that was saying something!

 

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Hours later, after the shoot was finished and the band members had been sent to their make-shift dressing rooms to change, Suguru redressed in his own clothes and quickly headed back up to the studio, where their manager, K, should be waiting for them. As he passed the rooms Shindou and Nakano had been given further down the hallway, though, his pace slowed unconsciously. Just knowing Hiro was behind one of those doors, possibly undressed, made his pulse race and his body heat in ways he wished it wouldn't. Stopping a moment to regain control of his breathing, which had quickened ever so slightly with his not-so-innocent thoughts, Suguru again cursed his traitorous hormones.

 

All he wanted was to be the best keyboardist in Japan (or maybe the world) and have a hand in taking Bad Luck to the top of the music world. Why did his body suddenly feel the need to add hormones and all their woe into the mix? Sighing to himself, Suguru told himself to just keep on walking, but before he took another step, he heard voices coming through the door of one of his band mates' dressing rooms. Unable to resist the temptation, Suguru crept closer, flattening his back against the wall and breathing as quietly as possible in order to hear the voices.

 

“Just leave it alone, Shuu. He's finally gotten over that horrible incident, and he's finally talking to me again. Don't stir up trouble for me again!” Hiro's muffled voice demanded.

 

“What?!” Shindou's shocked screech was a bit easier to hear through the closed door. “Hiro, after all I went through, even sitting through that boring movie and resisting movie theater molestation by Yuki, you're just going to throw it all away like that?!”

 

Suguru wasn't exactly sure why, but this conversation nagged at something in his brain, urging him to continue listening. So he did.

 

“I told you not to get involved, Shuuichi,” Hiro's voice almost sounded angry now.

 

What could Shindou have done to make Hiro so upset, Suguru wondered. If it was anyone else, Suguru could think of a million things the pink haired singer did on a daily basis that would tick anyone off to the point of anger and beyond. But this was Hiro; Shindou's best friend and an all-around saint of a guy that was amazingly able to put up with all of Shindou's daily drama, and then some!

 

“Screw that, Hiro! Even Yuki agrees with me, and you know he doesn't do that very often! Especially not for something like this! But, God, Hiro, he even—”

 

“I know what he did, Shuuichi,” Hiro said warningly. “And look at the mess it created! Suguru wouldn't even talk to me for three solid weeks! He's only just started coming back around, and you're trying to meddle again? Just stay out of it, Shuuichi! You can't just force sexuality on someone!”

 

Suguru's eyes widened as he listened to their conversation. So Yuki-san had been the one to force them to kiss in that theater?! Why?! Suguru's eyes narrowed, an angry scowl twisting his face as his hands balled into fists. Shindou had to be the real culprit behind this whole ordeal, most likely trying to either completely embarrass Suguru, or sway him to the homosexual persuasion for whatever twisted reason. Really, practically everything Shindou did seemed to glaringly lack common sense, so Suguru couldn't begin to guess what Shuuichi's motives were, but he was convinced the whole fiasco had been at Shindou's design. He just couldn't imagine Yuki-san suddenly doing something like that of his own volition. This entire episode was just another example of the stupid things so-called “love” made people do!

 

He would definitely never allow himself to fall prey to such idiocy.

 

Nodding firmly to himself, Suguru finally left the hallway and went to their studio, all the while consciously calming himself in order not to show that he had heard anything. He was still set firm in his decision to pretend nothing had ever happened, though if he allowed himself to think about it now, he would realize that was pretty pointless since at least three people other than him did acknowledge it. Nevertheless, Suguru could be very stubborn, hence the irrational mock-ignorance continued in an effort to keep his work relationships comfortable.

 

Luckily, as days passed after that overheard conversation and nothing dramatic happened to make Suguru suspect a new plot from Shuuichi, Suguru finally allowed himself to relax a bit. Things between the band members returned to normal, at least in outward appearances. However, just below the surface things were simmering, waiting to boil over.

 

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A/N2: So, here it is, finally! The first chapter to DA's sequel. I'm excited to finally be working on this again! I know it's a bit short, but if you know me, you know the chapters will most likely get progressively longer as the story continues.

 

Oh, in case anyone's wondering, this first chapter fits into DA's timeline just slightly before the epilogue. Next chapter will be set after the epilogue.

 

Guess I don't really have anything else to say at the moment, except thanks again to everyone that reviewed the first story, and I hope you all enjoy the sequel. Please leave your comments and reviews, and I'll see ya next chapter!

 

~ lg