Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Splinters of a Song ❯ = track three = ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

= Splinters of a Song =

Warnings and disclaimers same as in the Prologue. Nothing has changed much from that one to this one. Ryuuichi POV again. Mention of Ryuuichi x Touma in this part, as well as some references to ep. three of the anime.

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= Track Three =

Six am was too early to get up for any sane person. Only that weird breed called a morning person could be happily awake at this time of day.

I tried to burrow further into the blankets, swatting ineffectively at the hand gently shaking my shoulder. Touma chuckled softly, the voice muffled by the blankets I was trying to pull over my head. Then he gave my ear a light nibble, puffing warm air over that sensitive spot. I tried to reach for him, letting go of the blankets and they were suddenly yanked away from me.

"Aiie! Touma, it's cold!" I shrieked, trying to grab onto the blankets and covering myself at the same time.

He laughed again, a soft rich sound, holding my blankets out of my reach. I gave up after a moment and grabbed the pillows to make them into blankets, muttering about evil blonde keyboardists and their evil early morning ways. Touma watched me with amused eyes then crawled onto the bed, leaving the blankets on the floor. I grabbed a pillow and bapped him with it, complaining non-stop about his need to be up before the sun and waking everyone else up and being an evil blanket stealer, and having cold feet. He stopped at that one and gave me an unamused look.

"I do not have cold feet."

"Uh-huh! Cold feet an' cold nose an' blanket stealin' an- mfph!"

His warm lips, as light as honey and just as sweet, pressed to mine in a caste kiss cutting off my words. The keyboardist ruffled my hair, smiling softly as he stood and picked up his hat from off the TV. Picking up my blankets, he tossed them at me and while I struggled to unbury myself, he dropped Kumagorou onto the bed.

"Goodbye, Ryuu, I have an appointment I must make but I am expecting to see you later for lunch. We can talk more then."

I contemplated hitting him with a Kuma-beam but it was too early in the morning to even try. So I blew him a raspberry, straightened out my blankets, grabbed Kumagorou and snuggled a pillow. Blissful sleep claimed me again, and I was right in the middle of climbing the top of the biggest sundae in the world when the world was turned up side down and Kumagorou, all my blankets and I were flying in the air. I think I managed a squeak before ending up on the floor in a pile of cold limbs, fluffy blankets and a pink bunny.

Unearthing myself from the tangle, I glared at the second blonde to disturb my sleep. K didn't even flinch, his smug smile and cocky hands-on-hips pose radiating satisfaction in a job well done. I pouted, grabbed Kumagorou and tried to bury myself in the pile on the floor. Since no one would let me sleep on the bed, I might as well sleep on the floor was my reasoning.

"Oh no you don't," K said in his deep and heavily accented voice. Once again I was airborne as he jerked my blankets away. "We have a record to finish today at N-G."

"I dun wanna go," I pouted, snuggling Kumagorou and wishing the rabbit was big enough for a blanket.

"The quicker you get it done, the quicker you can go back to bed."

"But I dun wanna go!"

He chuckled and I risked opening an eye to look at him. I didn't see any gun being waved at me, nor was there any hint of that nasty 'I-am-going-to-blow-something-up' grin of his either. I looked wildly around to see if a different K had replaced K or that he had put down land mines or something, but the blonde just gave my hair a ruffle and brought his face close to mine. I eeped and tried to hide behind Kumagorou. K wouldn't hurt the pink bunny, right?

"Things got hot last night didn't they?"

"Huh?"

He smirked and took off his sunglasses, his electric blue eyes looking over my mostly nude body. I felt my cheeks grow hot at the look and tried to find somewhere to hide myself. "You must have had a hot date last night. There are scratches all over your back and that's a pretty vivid love bite on your neck."

I could feel the slow heat spreading down my neck and to my ears. I remembered last night, his strong keyboardist's hands gripping my shoulders, clawing at my back, soft, his sweet lips pressing against my neck, the occasional feel of teeth scraping my skin, his soft alto voice murmuring in my ear. The memories did more than just give me a blush but also caused a part of me become well awake in nearly an instant. I covered myself with Kumagorou and wished for a sheet or something to use instead. K laughed at the look on my face and gave me a nudge towards the bathroom.

Pfting the American, I was up and in the room locking the door before his laughter had even died. I put Kumagorou on the shelf next to the rubber ducky and took care of business before jumping into the shower. A quick ten minutes later, I was out of the shower and drying my hair, singing a child's song about rice off key and through my nose, causing the pink bunny to cover his ears. I apologized, brushed my teeth and went back to my bedroom and starting tearing things apart looking for something to wear. Deciding on blue jeans, a bowling shirt and jean jacket, I snagged my hat from a lamppost, Kuma from the bathroom and a couple of lollipops and headed for the living room. K was sitting on my futon, paging through my notebook and drinking some coffee from a styrofoam cup.

"Can I have some coffee?" I asked, trying to grab the notebook from him.

He gave me a look and held my notebook out of my reach. "It will stunt your growth."

"But I want some!" I tried to grab the cup instead.

The blonde stood up and shook his head, handing me the notebook. "Why do you need coffee? You're hyper enough without it."

"Because I want some," I said, firmly tucking the notebook into an inner pocket with a video, candy and Kumagorou. "You never let me have any and it tastes good especially that stuff from that really expensive store in America and if I can't have breakfast I can at least get some coffee and Kumagorou says I can have some."

K glanced at me and chuckled, heading for the door. "Oh he did?"

"He did so there." I stuck my tongue out at his back as I followed him.

"I suppose I shouldn't go against Kumagorou's wishes."

"Otherwise it's Kuma-beam!"

He laughed and waited while I locked up my apartment and headed for the stairs with a skip. He groaned behind me, never one to really like going down stairs like I do, but he knew by now not to argue with me about it. Hitting the garage I headed for my car declaring that I can drive us to N-G. K tried to stop me and the next few minutes were filled with struggling to see who will win the argument. K won, especially when he took out his new gun and waved it at me, so with a grumble I ended up sitting in the passenger seat of K's car watching the city go by. Daylight Tokyo was a far cry from the nighttime beat and I soon got bored enough to take out my notebook and scribbled nonsense to pass the time away.

K finally pulled up to a neat looking building and turned off the engine and I took my first good look of N-G's new headquarters. When I had left for America, Touma's record company still inhabited the first two floor of a renovated hotel. He had told me of the move to better facilities but this was the first time I actually saw them. I was out of the car as soon as I thought it was safe to do so and stood there for a good minute ooohing at the sight. Then bouncing in place, I waited for K then started to march along the sidewalk, singing horribly off-key and with enough nasal to sound like I had a very bad cold and needed my nose blown.

Marching along and singing like I was, I nearly didn't see the pink haired young man sitting on the sidewalk behind some decorative plants. His falling face first onto the hard concrete brought me to a halt and I said the first thing on my mind at the moment.

"Ooh, he suddenly stopped!'

"Ryuuichi, don't you mean that he suddenly collapsed?"

I pfted K and helped Suuichi up into a sitting position. The young singer hugged his knees to his chest and pouted at the ground, looking so miserable I tried to give him a pat on the back and asked him what was wrong. He shrugged me off and looked at his knees.

"It's it okay if I don't talk about this?" he sniffed, eyes tearing up.

"Oh, don't cry. If you don't cry I'll give you a reward," I replied, digging around in my pockets, offering him everything I could find: Kumagorou, some candy, one of my videos, a wisdom tooth, a mole cricket I found on the ground, a wooden yo-yo.

He sniffled and said in a low voice, "I don't know what I should do. What do I do if I made Hiro mad? If it's not Bad Luck, I can't sing."

"It's okay," I replied. "You can still sing, Suuichi. The concert was fun, wasn't it? You like fun things, right Suuichi?"

His expression was one of both surprise and realization. For a moment I thought he would collapse again and start crying but then he started asking for something named 'su'. Muddling over the word, I pulled out a bird's nest first. He shook his head and said 'su' again so I asked him if it was vinegar he wanted, even pulling out a big bottle of the stuff to show him. He stared at it for a moment, his lips forming the word then grabbed it from my grasp and started drinking it all. Once done, he declared he liked it and that he was going to go show Hiro what he was made out of before marching off. I blinked after him then craned my head to look up at K.

"He got all better, na no da."

K laughed. "So he did. Now you better hurry, you have three more tracks to complete."

"But K, you haven't got me any coffee yet!"

"You can get it in the studio. Now, let's get going."

I pouted and pleaded but K was unmoving so at last I turned my feet into the wide-open ground floor with a sigh. I still didn't have those lyrics for those songs yet, not that it wouldn't do me any good to tell K. I followed K around the building until we reached one of the sound studios. He introduced me to a pair of sound mixers, pointed me to the nearest canned coffee machine and told me to behave while he took care of a few things. I eyed the two people, decided that they were okay and sighed to myself. I just couldn't delay in finishing the album any longer. Maybe listening to the music tracks laid out by the studio musicians following my scribbles might inspire me but it felt like this album will never be done.

I tried a couple of ideas, scraped them both, worked on a new thought before calling it a day. It was always better to work on something this difficult when one was refreshed and I still did not get enough sleep between molesting Touma and getting woken up by Touma then K. Not to mention jet lag catching me and trying to drag me unconscious. Thinking that I was starting to show my age and wondering what happened to the energy of being twenty-five and able to stay up for three days straight with maybe an hour's sleep in that time. Oh well, the only constant was death and taxes. Since I gave myself the rest of the day off, I figured I could at least visit my two favorite blondes and see what trouble they were getting into without me there to help them out. So I wandered the building in search of them, ending up outside of Touma's office door. Tapping lightly, I opened the door and beamed at the two blondes inside. They should hide better or something for me to find them.

"Here's where you are hiding. I was looking for you two, na no da!"

I bounced in and the men exchanged a glance and then looked at me. I stopped and eyed them, feeling suddenly worried about something. All sorts of thoughts went through my head, all from 'Touma was dying' to 'K was dying' to 'K and Touma were both dying and were going to run off together'. I pulled Kumagorou from my pocket and began to chew on his ear in worry.

"Wha' wrong, na no da?"

It was K who finally spoke up. "Ryuuichi, I am quitting as your manager."