Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Iridescent Fates ❯ The Famous International Playboy ( Chapter 3 )

 

 

 

 

Iridescent Fates

 

 

Chapter 3 The Famous International Playboy

 

 

“Shuichi you can't sulk forever.” Looking up from his seat out in the audience, the pink haired actor did his best to glare at his friend. Hiro didn't think he could sulk forever…oh he definitely thought he could. His life was very sulkable right now. It seemed that he had gone from near perfect to borderline hellish in the span of a day.

 

Burying his head in his knees, Shuichi tried his hardest to ignore the friendly chatter all around him and just stay in his world of misserableness. “My life blows Hiro…I think I'm allowed a few minutes to sulk about it.”

 

“Shu your life doesn't suck.” Hiroshi immediately shot back with. Once again trying to calm down his oversensitive friend and get him out of his slump. The redhead really should be given a prize for patience, Shuichi could act worse than a two year old with his fit throwing when he wanted to…and now was definitely one of those times.

 

Shimmering violet eyes looked up to his friend, he was trying his hardest not to break down in tears as he thought about how very wrong Hiro was with that last statement. He held out for all of five seconds before he broke out in glass shattering wails.

 

“Yes it does!” He wiped at his sobbing eyes, but it didn't seem to help so he instead opted to go into a very long rant about just why he had the worst life ever. “I'm playing a girl! A girl Hiro! How can I show my Broadway talents when I'm stuck in a dress with an inflatable braw!” As terrible as all of that was, that wasn't what had sent him into such a stupor. No, the thing that really had him in the dumps was what had happened between him and Yuki the day before.

 

Collapsing against the longhaired actor's chest, Shuichi let his misery role into his best friend. “The things he said Hiro!...It was so horrible. I couldn't do what he wanted me to…and then he turned into the biggest asinine jerk in the world!”

 

Yuki's harsh statements still echoed over and over in his head. That wasn't the worst part though. No, the worst part was that even after the blond's cruelness he still could think of nothing else but the kiss that he should never have given him, and how it still tingled against his lips.

 

God he had to look like the most pathetic person in the world. He really didn't know how Hiro put up with him. He had to be one of the most high maintenance people ever, and yet his friend would just put on a kind face and talk him through his troubles. If it were the exact opposite Shuichi probably would have kicked the redhead to the curb a long time ago. He was the needy one, and he knew it sounded selfish but he could rarely put other people's problems over his own…it was probably his biggest flaw. Well that and the constant waterworks, the irrational behavior, the hyperness, and oh yeah the fact that he was in love with the biggest asshole playboy imaginable! This day really couldn't get any worse.

 

“Hello angel…is anyone sitting there?” Shuichi's mouth dropped to the floor as he looked up to stare at a face he had never expected to see in rehearsal, let alone for that face to call him angel. He took back what he said about this day not being able to get worse….Oh it could get worse! And he had a feeling it was about to get way worse rather quickly…his life sucked.

 

~*~ FlAsHbAcK ~*~

 

He really didn't know how long he had been there, just leaning against Yuki's leg and clutching for dear life. He couldn't explain, but he had a sickly feeling that if he let go he would never be in such a tender moment again. The writer's hand was still slightly stroking his hair as he no doubt stared down at the pink haired actor as if he were crazy…and you know he really might be. What normal person kisses someone and then falls down to clutch their leg?...It just wasn't normal, but then again Shuichi was never known as being normal.

 

“Hey brat!” Yuki's sultry voice cut through his senses, immediately sending a chill down his spine that only made him clutch harder. He knew what he was about to say. `Get the fuck off my leg. What the hell is wrong with you they should lock you up.' Sadly he didn't get anything near as endearing as that. “Unless you want to make yourself more useful down there, then get off of me. I have a date tonight that I have to get ready for.”

 

Shuichi was up in what seemed like a nanosecond. His face was snarling as he glared at the presumptuous blond. “Make myself more useful! What did you think that I was just going to suck you off in the middle of an alley?”

 

Yuki just glanced the other way, scowl coming to his face. “It certainly would have been an improvement to whatever the hell else you were doing down by my leg.” Oh. That. Bastard…the beautiful sexy bastard.

 

His hair stood on end as he hissed at the writer, way beyond his niceness quota for the day. “I'm not a whore Yuki!...and what do you mean you have a date? Who could you possibly have a date with? You told your editor that you were going with me to get out of your plans tonight, because you didn't have any plans!”

 

Fierce golden eyes turned his way as they seemed to bore into his soul, and whatever attempt to argue Shuichi might have had faded with that one soul crumbling look. Yuki slowly began to walk forward, and it was only after his back hit the wall did he realize that he had been backing up the entire time. Though his attempts to escape really didn't matter anymore, because now he was stuck.

 

His breath caught in his throat when the blond's shadow cascaded over his own, and Yuki's body came to drape over his while he placed one arm on either side of the actor's head. When the writer leaned forward, Shuichi's eyes seemed to drift shut of their own accord.

 

Their mouths met in a soft kiss where their lips barely grazed each other's before Yuki pulled his silky pair away to instead rest on his earlobe. “That's where you're wrong kid, you see I have a slew of woman just waiting to be my date, and so I would have had no trouble getting out of that pointless charity event.” Shuichi sucked in a deep breath as the blond's hand came up to rest on his hip, sending jolts of electricity up his spine as he lowered his voice even more for affect. “But I'd much rather have you be my date for tonight.” The hand traveled from his hip up under his shirt to rest on his bare back. “So what do you say?...Do you want to come back to my place and finish what we started?”

 

Finish…what…they…started. Shuichi's eyes almost bulged completely out of his head when he finally understood just what that meant. He wanted him to…they were going to…

 

Shuichi's eyes immediately widened in fear and he pushed the tempting blond away from him. “Just who the hell do you take me for?” He shot back angrily, torn between his morals and pulling that warm body back to him and just letting him fuck him up against the alley wall…sadly his morals won. “Did you really think that I was just some cheap whore that you could take back to your house and screw…I just met you!”

 

“Oh?” Yuki immediately countered with, looking highly skeptical of the boy's anger. “We just met did we? That didn't seem to stop you from latching onto me in public…it didn't seem to stop you from placing my hand on you.” Yuki had once more began to move forward, and Shuichi couldn't help but lean into the man's touch as he grabbed his chin and forced him to stare into golden eyes. “It seems to me that none of that mattered when we were strangers, did it now?”

 

Glancing the other way, Shuichi tried to hide his eyes in obvious shame when he realized just how right the blond was. That still didn't change the fact that he wasn't ready for such a thing. He wanted Yuki…yes, but that didn't mean that he was going to let himself be used as a one nightstand. He loved him…being near him was simply enough.

 

Violet met gold, and once more Shuichi's breath was taken away by the look of anger the novelist was giving him. “I know what I did was probably strange…but you have to understand that ever since I saw you in the park I can't stop thinking about you!” Yuki's hand fell unnoticed from his face as the actor continued his tirade. “I grabbed you today because I wanted to be with you…I think…” He shut his eyes to hide the obvious look of rejection that no doubt was about to cover the blond's handsome face at his next words. “I think I'm in love with you!”

 

Great Shuichi…just great! If he didn't think you were insane before, he sure as hell did now. He chastised himself in his head as he waited with bated breath as the silence of the alleyway seemed to echo in his ears. The weird thing is the noise from all around them seemed to have vanished as well. He couldn't even hear the noisy chatter anymore, or the sounds of the cars driving by on the near-by street. It was a dead silence that seemed more torturous than anything the members of the Inquisition could have thought of.

 

After what seemed an eternity, Shuichi took the chance and opened his eyes, only to immediately want to shut them again at the guarded look Yuki was giving him. The blond novelist seemed to be searching for something in his features, and by the look of his scowl he would have to say that he came up short.

 

Scoffing, Eiri turned away, already started to walk out of their secluded alley. “I don't have the time to deal with such morons…especially another moron who thinks they're in love with me.” He paused in his steps, glaring over his shoulder. “I don't get you people and your fascination with falling in love with celebrities. Do you really think that just because you somehow connect to something I write that you in any way know me?”

 

Shuichi wiped a tear from his face, knowing he had to do something to stop his blond angel from fleeing. “But I haven't read anything you wrote!” He tried in desperation. “I didn't even know who you were when we met…I don't want you for your fame. I want you because…because I want you!” He sobbed. He had tried…he had really tried to keep his tears at bay, but he just couldn't hold back anymore….He didn't want to hold back anymore.

 

His confession did seem to spark something in Eiri's cool demeanor, for he turned stark on his heel to once more glare at the small pink haired actor. “Do you seriously expect me to believe that you're in love with me, and that you want nothing from me?” He sneered. “What kind of a fool do you peg me for?” He rolled his eyes, obviously realizing that the argument really wasn't worth the effort. “It doesn't matter anyways…love is a useless emotion.”

 

He couldn't help but gape. Had Yuki really just said love was useless? How could anyone possibly be so bitter and jaded already? “That's not true Yuki! Love is like oxygen…love is a many splendor thing…love…” Sadly he was never allowed to finish his line.

 

“Do not quote that story to me!” Yuki barked, and honestly Shuichi was rather surprised that the blond had known what it was even off of. “I get it now.” He gave a cynical laugh. “And here I was thinking that you might actually be stupid enough to have really fallen for me, but that's not what this is about, is it?” Shuichi raised a confused eyebrow as the blond continued. “You, being the third rate actor you are, read yourself a love story, and with our little meeting in the park you thought you'd stumbled into a story all of your own.” His laughter soon turned to a sneer as he glared down on the shocked boy. “Are you really so pathetic to actually think you could create your own love story?” Shuichi startled when the blond reached out, pulling the pink haired actor close. “Well I got news for you brat this isn't a love story, and even if it was you should know that it would end in tragedy. They always do…even your precious Moulin Rouge that you seem so ecstatic to have a part in.”

 

Shuichi was left speechless as the writer let go of him, once more gaining his icy calm composer as he turned once more to walk away. He had no idea what kind of emotional turmoil he had caused to ricochet inside of the actor because of his harsh words. The scariest part of it all though was the fact that he knew Yuki's words might be true.

 

Was the reason why he felt like he was in love really because he was chosen to act that part in the musical? Did he really just create a fantasy in his own mind? He couldn't have sworn that his feeling were genuine…He thought for sure that the fact that he couldn't get the blond's face out of his head was a sign that he really had fallen in love. He couldn't have just imagined all of it. He couldn't have just made it all up!

 

Running to catch up with the quickly retreating figure, Shuichi acted brashly for not the first time that evening. Latching onto to Yuki's expensive looking black coat, he spun the novelist around. “No.” He stated firmly. “You don't just get to walk away from me. I didn't just imagine it !”

 

Ripping his arm away, Yuki gave him a bone-chilling look before reaching in for his cigarette and lighter. As he lit it the smell of smoke filled Shuichi's lungs, but he refused to back up to get away from it. “Baka.” Eiri stated, before taking a drag. “You know I honestly believe that you might actually love me, but whether or not you're that stupid isn't really my problem.” Shuichi's heart really had expanded like a balloon at the beginning of that, but at the `but' his heart met a sticky demise at the hands of a needle in the form of Yuki's cruel tongue. “I have no interest in taking a boyfriend. The most you could have ever hoped out of me is a fun night of rough sex, but I have to say you pretty much disgust me now so unless you'd be willing to wear a bag over your head I'd say that option's out as well.” Taking another puff of smoke, Yuki purposely blew it in Shuichi's face, leaving him coughing. “So it looks like this is good-bye.”

 

Good-bye? Was it really good-bye? How could he have said such cruel things and then simply end it with a good-bye? This couldn't actually be real. No one could be that heartless! He would prove it!

 

Shuichi grabbed Yuki's sleeve once more in determination and spun the blond around yet again, ignoring the angered look on his face. Taking a deep breath, Shuichi stood on his tiptoes, crushing their mouths together in their third kiss of the evening.

 

Not really being all that experienced in kissing, Shuichi let instincts take over as he kneaded his lips into the silky ones sliding against his. Yuki wasn't reacting to it, even when he pushed his tongue inside to rub against the blond's. Shuichi heart fell…he wasn't kissing back.

 

With a defeated sigh Shuichi made a move to pull away, but as soon as their lips separated Yuki pulled the actor back towards him and kissed him with every bit the amount of vigor that had been lacking in their previous one. Shuichi once again felt that familiar tingle that accompanied all of Yuki's touches, and he really didn't think he could stay like that forever, just having that satisfaction of the blond's lips melding perfectly with his own.

 

Yuki pulled away once, and then leaned in to place one more chaste kiss on his lips before resting their foreheads together so that they could stare into each other's eyes. Shuichi was the first to break the silence, once more saying something he would regret later.

 

“Yuki…you can't tell me that you felt nothing when you kissed me.” The blond's face immediately took on the cold aura, and he stiffened while still wrapped in Shuichi's arms.

 

Unwrapping himself from the pink haired singer, Eiri pulled away. “Aren't we a little full of ourselves?” Yuki chided, and Shuichi could tell he was once back to the asshole he usually was. “Every kiss doesn't mean something you crazy brat…and no, I felt nothing.”

 

Shuichi really don't think he could have hurt him more if he would have punched him repeatedly in the face and then poured salt in his wounds. In a broken voice he wanted to confirm his worst suspicions, and once again put his heart out on the line for it to get trampled on. “…You felt nothing?”

 

Yuki opened his mouth to say something, but then seemed to decide against it and just settled on a scoff instead. With a glare filled to the brim with hatred, the blond gave him one last look before once again walking away, and this time Shuichi really didn't have the heart to stop him. Sadly though, even after the novelist's cruelness, all Shuichi could think about was the fact that he hadn't told him that he felt nothing again, and so even in its patheticness he was going to hold on to the hope that that lack of nothing meant that he really had felt something…and that something was all that mattered.

 

~*~ EnD oF fLaShBaCk ~*~

 

Hello angel? HELLO ANGEL! How could he even say that to him after being such a heartless bastard the day before! All rational thought flew out the window as Shuichi stared into those smiling eyes. He didn't stop to ponder what he was doing, or why such usually cold eyes were smiling…it didn't matter. What did matter was inflicting as much pain as that bastard had caused him, and so he did the only thing that made sense in his head…he decked him.

 

Shuichi's fist flew through the air as he bounded out of his seat, crushing his knuckles into the arrogant ass's face. Crying out in both shock and pain the man fell to the floor…well that was of course when Shuichi noticed something rather important…the person lying on the floor wasn't blond…no his hair was a dark black. Not only that, but those smiling eyes hadn't been golden…they had brown.

 

His mouth dropped open in horror as everybody in the theater seemed to have turned towards him as he stood over a complete stranger that he had just hauled off and punched for no reason…He really was going crazy!

 

Dropping to his knees, Shuichi immediately went into wave after wave of apologies as he helped the raven-haired person up to a sitting position. His lip was busted and bleeding, and his right cheek had already begun to swell and would no doubt bruise. Again Shuichi let out stammered out apologies, feeling more guilty by the second.

 

“I'm so sorry! God I'm so sorry…” That's when this dark haired stranger looked up towards him, and if he hadn't just reprimanded himself for hitting the man he might think about doing it again. He looked exactly like Yuki…well he looked like Yuki would look if he came in a different color. Though he could tell this man was younger. He seemed to radiate matureness, but Shuichi could tell he was probably even younger than himself…possibly only 18. “I…Well you just look so much like someone I know, and well I didn't mean to hit you.”

 

The familiar click of a gun being slid into place sounded right behind his head, and he swallowed in fear as the cold heavy weight of a magnum was placed into the back of his skull. So K had decided to check up on him? His stomach fluttered in dread…he had just punched out some complete stranger, his manager was so going to kill him for this!

 

“Shuichi do try to explain to me why, just after landing you a perfect role on this nice set, you want to go and get yourself kicked off by assaulting Mr. Seguchi's brother-in-law?” K's thick American accent rang in his ear laced with sarcasm, but Shuichi was no longer concerned with the gun placed at the back of his head. No, he could think of something far more deadly. He had just punched Tohma Seguchi's brother-in-law…he was never going to be able to act in Japan again!

 

He bonelessly fell back on his butt, trying to contemplate how this day had gone so horribly wrong that he had already managed to commit career suicide. The gun was placed back in its holster as both K and Hiro helped the young man who had great connections to his boss back to his feet. Shuichi could do no more than stare and wait for the authorities to come and toss him out on the streets. Maybe Yuki would take him in and let him live off his no doubt piles upon piles of money…it was after all his fault he was in this position in the first place. Shuichi gave a mirthless smile at the thought of even now his thoughts still revolved around the blond.

 

Shuichi's thoughts were interrupted by the hand stuck out in front of his face that was offering him help up. It was only after following the arm that belonged to that hand all the way up until he could see that the person that was offering him such a assistance was the very same person he had just decked a few moments ago.

 

Mindlessly taking the hand, Shuichi allowed himself to be yanked to his feet, and could only stare bewildered at the dark haired man that was still smiling at him. “Hey don't worry about it…Tohma doesn't like me much anyways. I'm sure he won't even care.” His smile turning much more seductive, the stranger winked at him. “Besides it's not ever day that you get the pleasure of being punched by someone so beautiful.”

 

Willing some of the redness out of his face, Shuichi tried not to blush so hard at the compliment. He couldn't help it. It was like he was staring right in Yuki's face, except that not only had their colors changed, but it seemed that they also had completely different personalities.

 

Bowing, Shuichi couldn't help the gratitude for this guy from coming off him in waves. “Thank you much…” It was then he stopped, for he realized he had no idea who this person was, and he really didn't think he would appreciate being called the Yuki doppelganger.

 

Holding out his hand once again, the raven-haired stranger seemed to realize Shuichi's problem because he went right into introductions. “Tatsuha Uesugi, it's a pleasure to meet you…”

 

Here Shuichi took the hand offered to him and shook. “Shuichi Shindou.” Even as he smiled at Tatsuha he couldn't help the wave of disappointment that passed through him as their hands met. Just because he looked like Yuki, didn't mean it felt the same when they touched.

 

Though that didn't mean Shuichi still couldn't blush when Tatsuha brought his hand up and gently kissed it. “The pleasure is entirely mine.” Shuichi swooned. It was like he had walked into a dream. This person standing in front of him was like what he imagined Yuki would be if you died his hair and made him go around being extra nice and romantic. Snapping out of his daydream, Shuichi chided himself. He needed to stop thinking about Yuki like they were a couple. They had only met twice ever, and both times had ended badly. He was already bordering on creepy, and if he kept it up he'd be in full-blown stalker territory.

 

Hiro saved him from future embarrassment by also sticking out his hand in greeting, which Tatsuha took, but Shuichi couldn't help but notice how his dark piercing eyes were trained on him the entire time. “I'm Hiroshi Nakano…and you seemed to already know K.”

 

Nodding Tatsuha tore his eyes away from the embarrassed actor to nod first at Hiro, and then towards K. “Nice to meet you, and yes I know K. Tohma had him as my manager before assigning him to a new and upcoming prospect.” This gave Tatsu a reason to once more glance to Shuichi. “At least now I know what rising star stole my manager from me…I heard you even got the lead…I'm sure you'll look great in a dress.”

 

Tatsuha's eyes twinkled with amusement as Shuichi's earlier scowl returned. Everyone must just be laughing their asses off to know that he was playing a female.

 

“Tatsu why don't you tell them the truth.” K interjected. “Tell them all that the real reason I was transferred from you was because Tohma caught you and Ryu having sex on his desk and he hasn't forgiven you since.”

 

Now it was Tatsu's turn to blush as he abashedly rubbed the back of his head. Really, Shuichi didn't think there was anything to be embarrassed about. He, for one, was impressed. Tatsuha had had sex with Ryuichi! He couldn't stop his mouth dropping open in awe at just the prospect.

 

When he realized that he had been openly staring for a noticeable amount of time, Shuichi wired his jaw shut again and decided that the best strategy for the time being was to change the subject. “So Tatsu you obviously know what part I'm playing, and Hiro is playing Toulouse…so who are you going to be?”

 

He shrugged. “Well I did want the lead, but no one can compete with Ryuichi, so I didn't even bother trying out…plus I'm not that much of a singer. Not to mention the fact that Tohma's still pissed at me, and the other person involved in casting this dumb thing hates me and….” Shuichi really thought Tatsuha could have continued with excused all day if it hadn't been for the fact that K pointed his magnum at the young man's head.

 

“Get on with it Tats…just spit out which part you're playing.” He'd feel sorry for Tatsu, really he would, but Shuichi was just rather glad that that gun was pointed at someone else's head for a change.

 

Giving a nervous, yet flawless, grin Tatsuha finally answered. “The Narcoleptic Argentinean…I got the accent down and everything.” He once more winked at Shuichi.

 

“Congratulations.” Tatsu nodded towards Hiro.

 

“Thanks. Hey would you guys like me to introduce you to everyone?” Shuichi couldn't help it, his eyes lit up at just the prospect. “We're all kinda tightly knitted around here…as a matter of fact I think the only people that haven't worked together before are you two and this droopy eyed guy name Aizawa, so yeah we're kinda like a family.”

 

Nodding vigorously, Shuichi followed Hiro, who followed Tatsu over to the area by the stage where a group of people were all talking amicably while simultaneously working on their lines. This wasn't a real practice yet, Tohma hadn't even shown up. This was just the first day where everybody was supposed to come and get to no one another. Shuichi had been so mopey before that he had opted to stay in back, but at meeting Tatsuha he felt his vigor to be social spring to life once again. Forget Yuki! He could be happy without the company of that bastard…okay well he couldn't, but he could pretend to for the time being!

 

His eyes fell on a crowd of people as Tatsuha took turns introducing them all one by one. First up was a boy that had to be even younger than Tatsu. He had dark green hair, and even the boy politely waved towards him, Shuichi could see the distrust in his eyes. If he had to guess he would have to say that his kid who Tatsu had introduced as Suguro Fujisaki was the kind of teenager who had put all of his effort into his acting career and let his social life fly through the window. In that respect Shuichi and him were a lot alike, except that he was much more friendly than this kid seemed to be. Tatsu had kidded him about his piano skills, and told him he had gotten a perfect part playing Satie the songwriter.

 

Next came Sakano who seemed much too uptight for his own good. He had dark hair and glasses, and looked as if he was going to smash the cup of tea he had in his hands in nervousness as he continuously scanned his script. The weird thing was though Tatsu said he was playing Doctor, and Shuichi was certain that he only had one or two lines if any in the entire production.

 

Moving on, Tatsuha let his gaze rest on a pretty brunette girl who smiled kindly at him. “This is Ayaka Usami.” He explained. “She's ve-ry important.” He winked at the girl, making her blush a deep red as they smiled together at their inside joke. “We both actually came from Kyoto...” He fake swooned at her. “She just had to appear in this play for her beloved.” He sputtered dramatically, making Shuichi giggle. “Anyways too bad she got stuck playing a most distasteful hooker by the name of Nani.” He waggled his finger at her. “Tisk Tisk.”

 

Rolling her eyes at Tatsu's antics, Ayaka quickly brushed him off. “Now Tatsuha how many times do I have to tell you to refer to them as courtesans, not hookers?...It makes them sound better.”

 

“What's the difference!” He cheekily shot back. “Either way you're getting paid to let someone sleep with you…it's the same with porn stars. All they are is hookers with cameras.” Shaking her head, the girl simply ignored him and went back to her reading. Shuichi couldn't help but notice out of the corner of his eye how Hiro seemed to be fixated on her. As a matter of fact he didn't even follow them when Tatsuha led them away.

 

Shuichi jumped a little as a hand slid around his waist, and although he wasn't completely comfortable with it he figured that Tatsu was only playing around and so he didn't brush it off…besides he couldn't help the guilty pleasure he was getting from all the attention.

 

Though he had to say, he was feeling less pleasure and more nervousness when Tatsu leaned in close to his ear, letting his hot breath snake against his earlobe just as his meaner counter part had done the day before. “You know Shu-chan…I hope you don't mind that I call you Shu-can…” Shuichi's eyes fluttered. No, he didn't mind, as a matter of fact he was beginning to mind less and less. “What with you playing Satine and all…I hope you know that I'm fully up to being your Christian any time you want to.”

 

Freezing, Shuichi seriously started to consider just what he was getting himself into. Here there was this unbelievably attractive guy who looked just like the person he was fawning over. The only difference between them was a few physical features, and of course completely different personalities. Yet, they both seemed to have this endearing quality that made almost ready and willing to hop into bed with them at any moment. Tatsuha had taken a punch in the face from him, and yet he was still shamelessly flirting into his ear. So yeah, it was kinda hard to be objective at the moment.

 

Yet, when Tatsuha touched him he didn't feel that jolt of electricity up his spine. He didn't feel never ending love when he stared into warm eyes. Unfortunately those endearing qualities were left with the asshole version of the two look alikes, and those two things you really couldn't beat.

 

Turning to face the young actor, Shuichi put on his most serious expression and tried to let him down as easily as possible, which was very hard seeing as how he was still giving him that damn heart melting smile! “Tatsu I think you're really nice and all…”

 

“But the person you want to be your Christian is the reason I have a swollen face.” Tatsuha finished for him, and Shuichi couldn't help but gape. How in the world could he possibly have known that? Seeing his shock, Tatsu gave him a laugh before ruffling his pink hair. “Don't look so surprised. You only hit someone as hard as you hit me if you're really sexually frustrated.” The actor explained as if it were first grade material. “There's always a physical attraction when anger's involved…it's just common sense.”

 

Common sense? Was it really so obvious, even to a complete stranger, that he was head-over-heels for Yuki? What was wrong with him? How could he have fallen in love so easily…and for that matter how could he have fallen in love so easily with him. “I'm such an idiot…how could I have fallen for that bastard?” He chastised himself, and then immediately cursed for having spoken out loud.

 

Tatsuha for his part thought just looked amused. “Oh don't sweat it Shuichi…” He waved his arms out dramatically. “Everybody falls for that bastard…which I find kind of strange, because I've always been considered the nice one of the two.” He shrugged to himself. “It has to have something to do with the whole `Eiri Yuki famous writer' thing that gets everyone so wet.” Tatsuha turned towards the shocked pink haired actor. “Maybe you can answer that question…what got you so hard over him?”

 

Shuichi was pretty sure he was sputtering now as he stared wide-eyed at Tatsuha. He had to admit that he was completely flabbergasted over this turn of events. He was pretty sure that he had his mind wrapped around just what he was dealing with, but he had to know for sure. “A-are you telling me that you and…” He sputtered, and Tatsu seemed to take the hint because he finished his broken sentence.

 

“Oh yeah, I thought you knew…that famous international playboy you seem to be swooning over is my older brother.” …Shuichi was pretty sure he had died right there. Yuki and Tatsuha were brothers…what next?

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A.N- Gah! Tatsu is like the BIGGEST flirt EVER!!!!...it's great! But yeah, Eiri's a bastard, and so someone's gotta be there to be nice to poor Shu-chan. I know that this chappie was short, but my brother has to cover state track for his paper, and he begged me to loan him my lap-top…and so like the ever so good sister that I am I agreed…and I wanted to get an update out to all of you before I'm cut off from my technology…Oh the horror! But hey I got the Da Vinci Code to tide me over until that time….best book ever btw. I wanted to read it cuz the movie's coming out, and ahhhh I'm like obsessed. Okay sorry for the hyperness, but it's really late at night and I had to drink A LOT of caffeine to be able to finish this. Thank you so much for everyone who took the time to review, and I hope to hear from you again. Your encouragement was what made me get this chappie out so quickly! And thanks for everyone reading…I hope you enjoyed. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! I love you (and if I get a whole bunches I promises something very special for next chapter) You don't even get a preview it's that special! (smiles evilly) Well until next time!