Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Ryu's New Assistant. ❯ One Month Gone ( Chapter 8 )

Title: Ryu's New Assistant - Chapter 8

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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Tohma walked into the break room that had been assigned to Ryuichi while he was working there. "Ryuichi. Glad to see you're here. I need to have a word with you."

 

"What about Tohma?" Ryuichi asked, not even looking up from the article he was reading about BAD LUCK.

 

"I'm sure you already know. Your month is up." Tohma announced.

 

"Yes, it is. But I've decided that I like him, and I'm keeping him."

 

"Well, you can't. It's not good for you to play on the fantasies of your fans." Tohma said.

 

That got Ryuichi's attention. "Tohma, I don't know what you think it is we're doing, but its business. He does a great job of managing my schedule and making sure I don't stress myself out. You should be happy about that. It means I won't do something stupid, like turn to drugs or heavy drinking to forget everything that's too stressful for me to handle. I'm sure you don't want to deal with a drugged out Ryu-chan again, Tohma."

 

Just then, Tatsuha walked in, dressed as a PA should in a dark blue suit with his hair as tamed as it could be. He noticed Tohma and the serious look and felt the warm smile he had been wearing fall from his lips. "Hello Tohma. To what do we owe the honor?"

 

"I was just informing Ryuichi that his month with you is up." Tohma told him.

 

Tatsuha narrowed his eyes. "And I've managed to get more work done for Nittle Grasper than your manager was able to get when all he did was pester him," Tatsuha growled at his brother-in-law.

 

"While this may be true, I don't think it's wise that this continues. Ryuichi can find another assistant. One who has purely professional interests." Tohma said, glaring right back.

 

Tatsuha felt those words like a slap to the face, but he didn't shrink from it. "It has been purely professional, Tohma. I haven't done anything unprofessional and I don't plan to. I happen to know it's an impossibility. So just let me keep this job. It's one I really love Tohma."

 

Ryuichi chose that moment to speak up. "You have to let me keep him. I can do much worse things if you don't. I'm sure having the biggest name in rock does wonders for NG. I could always go over to XMR in the states. They'd just love that; because then I could try and convince Shuichi to come over too. That's just a sample of what I can do, and you know it."

 

"Ryuichi, making threats like that won't get you anywhere. I don't appreciate being undermined in my authority like that." Tohma glared at him.

 

"Then let him stay. You know he's doing a good job, better than anyone you've ever had, yet you still won't let it happen." Ryuichi said, throwing down his magazine. "I'm not letting him go. I wouldn't be able to survive now with out him there. I need him, and you need to deal with that."

 

"Why? Why do you need him so badly? What, other than your schedule, is so important about him?" Tohma asked.

 

"He's my friend, Tohma. Just like you are. Although you don't seem like much of a friend right now."

 

Tatsuha's eyes widened at those words for a brief second, even as he knew they weren't exactly meant as he had said them. But that was all right. He had finally, in the month they had been together, come to grips with his desire. If he could help Ryuichi, he would. His passion and love would remain locked away; no matter how long that had to be.

 

"Please Tohma; let me stick to this job. If you ever begin to think I'm being unprofessional while at work, you can fire me on the spot. Just please... let me keep this job. For Nittle Grasper, Ryuichi-san, and myself."

 

Tohma stood there in the face of both arguments. He knew it was wrong, that he shouldn't let him keep the job, yet he knew Ryuichi would follow through on those threats and ruin himself if he fired Tatsuha right now. He couldn't see his friend do that to himself, just because he didn't get this one thing he wanted. It may sound like Ryuichi was being a spoiled rock star, but he never acted like this, so Tohma knew he was serious.

 

"...Fine. I don't like it, and I won't like it, but I don't want Ryuichi to mess himself up, over some silly little teenaged fan. You make one unprofessional move, just once, Tatsuha, and you'll never see him again. No job, no concerts, no autograph signings, nothing. Do you understand?"

Tatsuha winced, swallowing deeply. "H-Hai, Tohma. Yet if I can be on my best behavior for a month, as we all know I've never done before, then the rest will be easy. I'm a PA first, a fan second. That's how it has to be."

 

"Good. I'm glad you understand." Tohma said.

 

"Thank you for getting it Tohma. If you're done, I have work I need to go do. I believe Tatsuha was just coming to get me for something." Ryuichi said, standing.

 

Tatsuha nodded. "Yes. You have a photo shoot for your new CD cover." He then looked to Tohma. "Could you send me his schedules? So I can get them set up."

 

Tohma just nodded, before stepping out the door. "I'll get them to you."

 

"Come on, Kuma-chan. We gotta go let them take our picture now." Ryuichi said; picking up his bunny from the chair the rabbit had been sitting in. Bunny firmly in hand, he walked out the door, until he remembered that he didn't know which part of the building they were going too. "Tats-kun. You lead the way, ne?"

 

Tatsuha couldn't help but laugh. "I was wondering when you'd realize you needed me. Come on, Ryu-chan. It's this way," he said, before leading him to the photo shoot.

 

"I'll always need you." He said, walking along side him. "No worries about that."

 

They got to the photo studio, and Ryuichi was placed in many different poses, some that really tested his flexibility. "This is stupid." He called at one point, bent backwards uncomfortably over a chair. "It does nothing to portray me OR the album. Let's do something else." He told them, and proceeded to do what he wanted with the background, set up, props, and himself. "Much better. Good job." He told the photographer. "Now, where are we going now, Tatsuha-kun?"

 

Tatsuha laughed looking away from him and turning his attention to the PDA. "Now, we go get dinner and call it a day. You have to do some recording on the new album tomorrow."

 

"Alright. Sounds good. What are we doing for dinner?"

 

Tatsuha smiled. "We are going to a nice, quiet little Chinese restaurant that will be able to keep your visit quiet and under wraps. So that you can enjoy your meal, and not your fans."

 

Ryuichi scrunched up his nose at this news. "I don't want to. I don't feel like Chinese. Will you cook for me instead? Please?" He begged, turning on his patented puppy eyes full force.

 

Tatsuha had hoped his love of the older man had been fading. But getting that look, with those eyes, and he felt himself melt all over again. "All right. I'll cook. But I have to stop by the store first. We have almost nothing at home."

 

"YAY! Thank you Tats-chan!" Ryuichi cheered, swinging kumagoro about. "He's gonna make us dinner! We love it when he cooks, don't we Kuma?" He asked, making the rabbit nod in agreement.

 

Tatsuha sighed, walking along on the path toward their home, swinging by the store and picking up groceries, before heading the rest of the way home.

 

He then let Ryuichi into their home once they arrived and moved to get dinner started, putting the extras away before moving to cut the meat and vegetables.

 

Ryuichi bounced into the living room, flipping on the television. He lay on the floor, chewing on his fluffy friend's ear while he watched a bit of the news before growing bored and finding a music channel.

 

Tatsuha began grilling the strips of steak he had cut, adding the veggies to it. He loved the indoor grill Ryuichi had gotten him once the singer had realized he loved cooking, and he'd made hundreds of good things with it. "Ryu-chan, do you want baked potatoes or mashed?"

 

"Mashed!" He called into the kitchen. Rolling over to get up and go watch, he left the channel he was listening to up loud.

 

Tatsuha boiled some potatoes and once they were soft, he began mashing them. Once he was done, he looked. "Do we want gravy?"

 

"Probably." Ryuichi answered from his seat, watching him work. He had learned well before that helping Tatsuha out in the kitchen was a bad idea. There was more than just good cooking involved in buying an indoor grill. Try an indoor fire. Tatsuha hadn't been exactly happy with that, but had eventually forgiven him after much apologizing and pleading.

 

The teen eventually made a gravy from scratch and then fixed two plates and set them on the table, before moving to take a seat. "There you go."

 

"Thank you Tatsuha." he said, digging into the delicious meal.

 

He grinned, digging into his own meal. Yet he felt more pleasure at seeing Ryuichi enjoy his cooking than he did from eating his own cooking.

 

Ryuichi ate quietly, thinking over a couple things. He was really glad he had convinced Tatsuha to cook. He really ate out too often anyways. But he was also thinking about what Tohma had said earlier. About the professional thing. What if he, Ryuichi, didn't want it to be so professional anymore? He really enjoyed being with Tatsuha, seeing him smile and laugh, even if it was at something ridiculous he had done.

 

Tatsuha hummed along with the music playing from the TV and munched on a carrot that he had grilled. "Did I make everything all right?" he asked, turning his eyes on the singer.

 

"Yep! It's perfect." Ryuichi told him.

 

Tatsuha finished eating his dinner and stood, planning on getting some of the dishes done.

 

"Um... Tatsuha? Can I talk to you?" Ryuichi asked, reaching out to grab his arm.

 

He stopped, setting the dishes down and giving him his full attention. "Sure, Ryu-chan. What's up?"

 

"Um... I want to know. How do you feel about me? I mean, really, not just as a boss or work partner or something. I want to know the truth." He said, looking directly into his eyes, needing to see what they would tell him.

 

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