Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Ryu's New Assistant. ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Title: Ryu's New Assistant - Chapter 4

Authors: Dark Nuriko and Mayhem's Angel

Disclaimers: Neither one of us own anybody or anything from Gravitation. We only wish too.

Warnings: Shonen-ai, yaoi, eventually. Not just yet.

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Ryuichi closed the door to his bedroom in the hotel, and leaned back against the door, sighing. Almost done with all this. That had been the last autograph session, and they were going back to Tokyo the day after tomorrow. Thank goodness. He loved his fans, he loved touring, but sometimes, you were tired and just wanted to sleep for a thousand years.

 

Falling onto his bad, he closed his eyes. Then he remembered something, and one bright blue eye popped back open. Reaching over for his cell phone, he found it just out of reach, so there was a little bit of scrabbling around until his fingers snatched it up. Propping himself up on his elbows, he dialed Tatsuha's number, needing to continue the conversation from earlier.

 

Tatsuha was relaxing on his own bed, listening to his Ryuichi Sakuma CD and staring at one of the many posters of him when he heard his phone go off, playing the ring tone for Glaring Dream. He smiled, before picking it up. "Hello Sakuma-san. I almost wasn't expecting this call."

 

"Oh really Tatsuha-kun? And why wouldn't you be expecting this call? If you're going to be my assistant, you should always expect calls from me, ne?" Ryuichi asked.

 

The teen laughed softly. "I suppose I had better, shouldn't I?" he asked.

 

"Yes, you should." Ryuichi said playfully. "Okay. We have to discuss business. When are you able to start?"

 

Tatsuha laughed, listening. "As soon as you want me to."

 

"Good. Tomorrow it is then. Which will be good since we're leaving day after next and I'm sure they'll keep me busy. And you know what's expected of you?"

 

Tatsuha smiled, making a note of having to call his boss to tell him of his new job. "I will be at your beck and call to get whatever you need, as well as make sure you're on time to appointments."

 

"Right. Well, I'm sure there's more to it than that, but we'll worry about that later. What about salary? Are you thinking of anything specific?" Ryuichi continued to ask.

 

He shrugged. "I don't know. I know most personal assistants' make about 10 to 12 dollars an hour. But I suppose it comes down to what you want to pay me."

 

"Really. Hmmm. Well, I'm sure you're worth more than that. How about we start at 15, and see what happens from there?" He was a little embarrassed that he hadn't known what personal assistants went for, but he usually wasn't in charge of hiring his own people. And his last assistant had been a LONG time ago.

 

His jaw almost fell open. "15! Really?!"

 

"Is it a bad thing?! I thought that would be okay! Agh! This is why I don't do interviews!" Ryuichi moaned. He thought he had been doing well! Now he was messing up!

 

Tatsuha shook his head, and then realized Ryuichi couldn't see that. "No... actually... it's a good thing. I was just surprised. Really."

 

Ryuichi slumped a little, and let out a relieved sigh. "Okay. Whew. Is there anything you need to know?"

 

Tatsuha thought it over for a moment. "Well, since I'll have to move from here, where will I be living?"

 

"Hmmm. Well, you could find your own apartment if you wanted, or you could just live with me. That way you'd be closer in case something happens. Either way, your choice." Ryuichi offered.

 

"How about I stay with you while I look for a place of my own? I would hate to impose."

 

"But you wouldn't be imposing! It's big enough, and I'm only one person, so it would be okay. Except of course, Tohma won't like it, but he doesn't matter. He knows I'll do it anyways."

 

He smiled, despite knowing Tohma would be even more upset with him. "Well... we'll see how living together works. If you hate it, I'll find an apartment. Does that work?"

 

"Sure does! Okay, sounds great! Anything else?"

 

He thought it over for a moment. "Yes... what about dress? Is it formal or casual?"

 

“Dress? Um. I don't think it matters. I mean, you have clothes, just wear them. Except maybe if I had to go out somewhere important. Then you might have to change a little."

 

He smiled at those words. "Got it. In other words, I should be prepared for both being needed. So when and were do we meet tomorrow, for me to start work?"

 

"You can come by the hotel... what's it called? The Escape. Yeah. Tomorrow afternoon I think would be best."

 

"Any certain time in the afternoon?"

 

"Whenever will be fine. I'll be here."

 

He smirked. "Ok... I'll see you sometime tomorrow."

 

"Okay. Good. I can't wait!"

 

He laughed. "I'll be there as soon as I can, and have my stuff boxed up to be delivered to your place later."

 

"Sounds great! Oh, I should let you go. You're probably doing something."

 

He shook his head, before once more remembering he couldn't see it. "No... I was just listening to CD's."

 

"Oh. What were you listening too?"

 

He turned red at that. "Actually, it's your new solo CD."

 

"Oh. That's a good one. Do you like it?"

 

"Most certainly. It's not as good as your second solo album, but it's still amazing."

 

Ryuichi laughed, "That's good. I kinda agree. The second one was pretty awesome. I hope to have another as good as, or surpass it, someday. Going to be hard though."

 

Tatsuha smiled softly. "I think; if you had been more eager to do the CD, like the second one, then this one would have sky rocketed."

 

"Hmmm. I think you're right. I just wasn't that into this one."

 

Tatsuha grinned. "Don't worry though. I'm certain it was just a slump."

 

"A slump?! The great Ryuichi Sakuma?! Never!" Ryuichi gasped, having fun with this.

 

The teen snorted. "Even you can suffer a slump, Sakuma-san."

 

"Well, I suppose I can allow it this once... but you gotta make sure I don't do it again!"

 

Tatsuha laughed. "You can count on it, sir."

 

Ryuichi laughed. "Good."

 

Tatsuha sighed, hearing his favorite song, even though it seemed like there was always something wrong with it when he heard it. "Well, I should let you get some sleep. I've got to let my old boss know I quit and get my stuff together."

 

 

"Alright. Good luck with the quitting. See you tomorrow. Night."

 

"See ya tomorrow. Sleep well. Night." That said, he hung up and called his boss. He listened as the man grumbled and growled, but by the end of it, his old boss had wished him luck. That all taken care of, he began packing only what he would need. Namely, his clothes and some of his CD's. He didn't bother with the posters or anything that would make him look like too big of a fan. So he stuck his casual clothes into a gym bag and his more professional ones into a cover, so they wouldn't get wrinkled. Once that was done, he left a single suit hanging in his closet and decided to turn in, knowing tomorrow would begin the start of a very interesting and very crazy day. Tomorrow, he would be the personal assistant to his own idol.

 

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