Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Stairway to Heaven ❯ A song for you ( Chapter 2 )

Pairings: Yuki x Shuichi.

Warnings: AU-ish, OOC-ness, weirdness

Disclaimer: Pfffft. I can only wish and dream. I don't actually own anything other than the plot.

FYI: So, here's chapter 2~! \^o^/ I hope you enjoy it. ^-^

*~Stairway to Heaven~*

"Shindo-san, you seem tired," Fujisaki remarked, practicing a few chords on his keyboard. Hiro was beside them, tuning his guitar, strumming a few chords to match Fujisaki's. Shuichi followed their lead and began to hum with the chords, making another harmony.

When the music stopped, Shuichi sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I am tired Fujisaki-kun," His voice sounded like he hadn't slept in weeks.

"Are you able to sing today? If you're not in top shape, we may as well cancel..." The green haired keyboardist sighed, adding some synth sounds to the chords he was playing. Shuichi chuckled and poked Fujisaki in the ribs.

"Worried about me, are we? Aw, I always knew you loved me!" Shuichi grinned insanely, giving a saucy wink when Fujisaki blushed.

"I'm just worried about our performance, that's...all..." he gave a sheepish smile. Hiro put down his guitar and stretched, yawning loudly.

"Well, I for one, am very tired. I didn't sleep at all last night." he sighed, rolling his shoulders. Shuichi frowned lightly and hugged his best friend.

"How come Hiro?" Shuichi asked softly, a worried expression on his face. Hiro shrugged, not really willing to give any sort of answer. Shuichi didn't mind, he knew how that was. Sometimes, you just couldn't sleep...

"Ohayo Gozaimasu! I hope everyone's rested and ready to work!" Sakano smiled, clasping his hands together. Everyone in the room groaned and sat down, looking as tired as possible. "Ara? Ahhh...Shindo-kun, you're okay right? Nakano-san? Fujisaki-san?" Sakano was looking quite panicked, possibly on the verge of a heart attack.

Shuichi chuckled and gave a light pat to Sakano's cheek. "I'm fine! I was just teasing you." He giggled at the relieved expression his producer wore. Hiro and Fujisaki smirked to themselves.

"I sincerely hope, for the sake of all your lives and the lives of your loved ones, that you're all ready to preform the best you've ever done today. If you don't, I'll kill you." Mr. K stepped up beside Sakano, polishing his prized magnum, a sadistic smirk on his lips. His blue eyes shone with evil intent as he looked at Shuichi, reading though the cheerful smile. "If you're not ready Shuichi, go home and rest. I will not have you faint in the middle of the song." The blond american stated calmly, clicking the gun's safety off.

Shuichi coughed lightly and psyched himself up. "I'm fine. Really, I am. This is my life K-san, and sleep or no sleep, I'm gonna sing!" He gave a peace sign.

"That's good to know, Shuichi." Mr. K smiled happily and tucked his gun away. Everyone breathed a silent sigh of relief.

"Shachou will be here in thirty minutes! You better practice, and practice hard!" Sakano chided them all, nervous for the arrival of one Seguchi Tohma.

The members of Bad Luck blinked. "Eh? Seguchi-san is coming to listen today?" Shuichi asked, looking to his badmates who looked as clueless as he did.

"Ah! He wanted to hear the new song and see how it was coming along. I agreed because if I didn't, he might fire me and then what will I do without a job? I'd die without money or food! Perhaps he'd even kill me!" And with that, Sakano whirled off into a frenzy, being chased after by Mr. K, who waved his magnum around insanely, shouting random things in english.

"Right. Okay then...I suppose we should get started." Hiro sighed, picking up his guitar and placing the strap over his shoulder. He strummed a few notes, loosened himself up and nodded to Fujisaki.

The keyboard player looked to Shuichi, who gave him a thumbs up and cleared his throat. He took the mic in his hands gently and began to sing up the scale that Fujisaki played.

"Doe, ray, me, fa, so, la, ti, doe. Doe, ti, la, so, fa, me, ray, doe." He gave a cheesy smile and giggle to Fujisaki, who returned the smile a bit. He began to play something else, in which Shuichi sang along to in perfect pitch. However, one note went sour, and he grimaced, taking a drink.

"Maybe I should stop having milk in the mornings. It always makes my voice so groggy!" he complained, guzzling down his water bottle. Fujisaki agreed. "Un. Milk is bad for your voice Shindo-san. I would have figured you of all people would have known that." He sounded smug. Shuichi rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Lets start on the song! I'm pumped!"

Sakano and K sat at a small table near the back of the room, watching as Bad Luck practiced their new single with perfect ease.

"They've come a long way, haven't they?" K asked, sipping his green tea with leisure, blond hair haning over his shoulder. Sakano smiled and nodded his head proudly.

"Shindo-kun hardly ever misses a day of work, and they all get along so well. It's so nice to see them working extra hard everyday...I think they've reached Graspers level." Sakano gave a coy smile, remembering his days as the producer for the legend of legend's: Nittle Grasper.

The gun toting american, nodded and placed his tea cup down, looking intently at the band as they practiced. "I would even go so far as to say they've exceeded Graspers level. Shuichi has become one of the best vocalists I've ever known. Did you know that Ryuichi told me, he thinks Shuichi has outsung him?" He turned his head to face Sakano.

"Hontou ni? Does Shindo-kun know?" When he recieved a 'no' from K, he smiled. Ryuichi wouldn't ever admit that to the pink haired singer. For what reasons, one could only guess.

The music pumped throughout Studio 2 as Bad Luck did what they do best. Make music. Shuichi's vocal chords strung tight, his belly expanded and his mouth opened wide, holding a note that soared from the speakers. The swish of violins and piano accompianed his voice, fading out when he let go of the note. Hiro then swept in with a sexy guitar solo, fingers nimbly plucking the strings. Seconds later Fujisaki came in, dancing over the keys, keeping the melody with Hiro's gutiar.

The beat underlined it all. It was driving and pumping, making anyone who heard it unable to be completely still. Shuichi's body swayed, Hiro's foot tapped while his head bobbed. Fujisaki's entire body moved with the notes he played. Even Sakano and K were tapping their feet.

"Gomen nasai minna! I know I'm early, but I just couldn't wait to hear this new single." The powerful feminine voice of Tohma stopped everyone dead in their tracks. He smiled at them all, his sweet green eyes showing none of the malice he was capable of.

"Se--Seguchi-san!" Shuichi sputtered in the mic, glancing at his watch.

Early was right. An entire twenty minutes early.

"Ahh, Shachou! I'm so glad you couldn't wait! That shows you're impressed with Bad Luck! ...Right? Or am I reading you wrong? Could you be anxious because you're afraid it'll be bad?" He shifted nervously, ebony eyes filled with fright.

"Sakano-san, don't be ridculious. Bad Luck is NG's top money maker and best band. They're right up there at number 1, stealing the charts everytime they put out something new. I'm impressed with Bad Luck as a band and as team members. I'm terribly sorry if I've made you nervous Sakano-san. I simply could not wait to hear what new hit Bad Luck is going to record." With that, he gave a kind smile and made himself at home on an overly stuffed chair.

Shuichi smirked, taking Tohma's words to heart. He knew from experience, and from Yuki, that Tohma did nothing half-assed. He said what he meant, and he did what he said.

Shuichi turned to his band members, a large knowing smirk on his face. His blue eyes twinkled with passion and energy. "Lets give him all we've got." he hissed, spinning on his heel to face Tohma; who sat comfortably in the chair, hands clasped in his lap.

Fujisaki took a deep breath. He would prove to his cousin time and time again just how good he was. And it never ceased to make Tohma smile, proud of his little cousin.

Hiro was feeling the same surge of worth that Shuichi was. He knew they were good, but hearing Tohma say it, meant just about everything to him. He'd give their president something to gape at.

Shuichi turned to Hiro, who turned to Fujisaki, who turned to his keyboard.

The intro came in with a soft violin melody that got louder with piano notes and a hard beat. It got louder again and Shuichi dove right into the music, splashing into each note with his usual passion. He put his entire body into the music, his entire soul. It suddenly felt like he elsewhere. Or, nowhere actually. Like he was floating in a void, completely freed of anything.

No more hectic touring, no more phone calls from doctors. No more frustration. No more grief. Just nothingness.

He broke away from the mic to let Hiro and Fujisaki play their solo. He was almost panting. The sheer amount of power he felt at this moment was enough to make him think he could lift a car. He glanced to Tohma, seeing the smile of appriciation, and the glitter of pride in his eyes.

He dove into the song again at full speed, his voice hitting right on the mark. Behind him, Fujisaki never missed one note, and Hiro never missed one chord. This, was Bad Luck; super J-Rock band mixed with techno and pop. This was the mega band that swept across the country, stealing everyone's ears and hearts. This, is what Shuichi lived for. His music.

Music could take away even the greatest of pains, it could soothe even the bloodiest of broken hearts; but most of all, it could release his anger and sorrow from which he felt everytime he looked into those golden eyes.

As the song began to fade, a series of hard beats began, getting louder and louder as the song got softer and softer. They increased in speed, and then stopped abruptly with a single violin chord playing until it faded into nothing.

There was a moment of silence.

Shuichi stood at his mic, eyes still closed, reeling from the song. Fujisaki and Hiro were in much the same way, waiting for the surge adrenaline to wear off.

Then, he clapped, standing up gracefully, hands still coming together to show his apprication for the song. "Wonderful. That was absolutely marvelous Shindo-san, Nakano-san, Fujisaki-kun." Tohma nodded to each of them, a pleased smile on his lips. "I'm positive your fans will eat it up, and maybe add a new legion of them as well. You're getting better all the time, and I like that. It shows you know how to change and to accept it. I'm very pleased." He kept his smile strong, but Shuichi suddenly got a weird feeling.

Sakano and K smiled as well, happy with their band. Well, mostly happy Tohma was happy with their band.

"Ah, Shindo-san, I would like to see you in my office. Could you come with me?" The blond president asked kindly, his eyes losing their cheerful edge. Shuichi gulped silently and nodded, placing his mic in its stand. Tohma nodded back and turned to the door, while Shuichi gave a shrug to his bandmates as they gave him a questioning look.

"Alright! Stop oogling! Get back to work!" Came K's slightly evil voice, followed by the omnious sound of the safety being clicked off.

Shuichi chuckled, walking out the door, seeing Tohma at the elevator waiting for him.

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"Perhaps this is the wrong time to ask, but," Tohma sat at his desk, clasping his hands together. Shuichi lowered his head.

"He's...He's fine." Shuichi stated softly, answering the question he knew would be asked. He heard Tohma scoff a bit, shifting his weight in the chair. It squeaked and cracked as the leather molded to the shape of his back.

"Are you sure about that? You don't sound sure. And you don't look it either." The blond president stated calmly, looking straight at Shuichi, despite the fact the pink haired singer was staring at the floor.

"I'm sure, he's fi--"

"Don't bullshit me Shindo-san. I know you left early yesterday. I also know it's because of Eiri-san. Now, I'm going to ask, how is he? And I want the truth." He left no room for any argument of any kind.

Shuichi sighed, finally looking at Tohma. "He called me yesterday because he was...seeing things again. So, I went home and he...Well, he decided he'd retreat back to being five and played a prank on me, and to make a long story short, he's not fine, he never will be and that's the end of it." He looked away, hoping Tohma would take pity on him and let him leave. But, that would be too easy.

"Shindo-san," Tohma let out a tired sigh, leaving his chair to stand in front of the singer. He cupped Shuichi's cheeks, staring him square in his blue eyes. "He will be fine. I can promise you that. I love him as much as you do, Shindo-san. I'm not going to stand by and hope. I'm going to help him. I'm going to help you."

Shuichi averted his eyes, filling with tears. He refused to cry over this...He refused.

"In all the time I've known you, Shindo-san, you've never given up. You see what you want and chase after it, until it's in your hand. Why are you giving up now?" He let go of Shuichi's cheeks, taking a step back. He was finished here.

Shuichi said nothing, but calmly walked out of Tohma's office, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Tohma turned to his large picture window, staring out at the Tokyo skyline, seeing the sun cast warm glows over all the buildings.

"Eiri-san..." he sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I won't let you live like this."

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"Why are you giving up now?" Those six little words echoed in Shuichi's head. They bounced around and slammed into his thoughts. "I'm not giving up...I'm not! I'm just...I'm just so tired." Shuichi sighed, his voice echoing off the bathroom walls.

After he had left Tohma's warm office, he retreated into the mens washroom, to sit and be alone. He locked himself in a stall and sat on the floor, knees curled into his chest. He felt his whole world slowly dissolve around him. As if an atomic bomb had been set off and blown up his universe, taking Eiri along with it.

He sighed once more, looking at his watch. He needed to get back to work; back downstairs and into Studio 2 to sing his heart out. He smiled, his blue eyes softening. Singing...His savior.

He stood and brushed his clothes off, unlocking the stall. As he passed by the sinks, he noticed his reflection in the mirrors. He looked tired and worn; bags under his eyes, skin pale, lacking its vibrant hues. "I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm going be okay. Just don't think about it Shuichi. Pretend none of this is happening...None of it." He calmly left the bathroom, headed for the elevators.

As he was walking down the hallway, he was suddenly glomped from behind, a very familiar "Shuuuuichi!" being squealed into his ear. He half grinned, half sighed, trying to get the 36 year-old singer off of him.

"Sakuma-san! I can't breathe..." Shuichi pretended to choke, making harsh coughing sounds. Ryuichi gasped and let go of the pink haired star, a worried look in his eyes. "Shuichi! Shuichi! Don't die! I'm sorry! I'll give you stuff if you stay alive! Kumagorou will cry if you keep choking!" Shuichi couldn't help but laugh himself into tears at the look on Ryuichi's childish face.

Ryuichi blinked, cocking his head to the side. "Oro? Why is Shuichi lauging?" he gasped "Did Kumagorou tell you a funny joke?" He giggled.

Shuichi wiped a few tears, smiling. "Yes, he did! Kuma-chan, where did you hear that?" Shuichi asked the pink bunny, poking its cute little nose.

The pink bunny said nothing, but Shuichi decided it did, as he laughed more and tugged on a soft ear. "Kuma-chan's a pervert!" he giggled insanely, poking Ryuichi as well. "You should learn to keep Kuma-chan away from such adult things. He's a little hentai." Shuichi winked.

"Ah! I know, bad Kumagorou! I knew I shouldn't have let you stay up to watch late-night television!" The green haired singer flicked his precious bunny in its fuzzy pink forehead. Shuichi snickered.

"He's gonna call you on abuse one of these days Sakuma-san," Shuichi giggled, beginning his walk down the hallway again. Ryuichi stayed by his side, Kumagorou perched happily on his head.

"How are things?" Ryuichi asked softly, his entire demenour changing. Shuichi didn't take any notice, only answered the question that was he was asked on a daily basis.

"Things are...there. Everything's just really confusing right now. I don't know if I should pump him full of drugs, or just forget about everything and pretend it's not happening..." He sighed, finally reaching the elevator. He pressed the 'down' button, watching the numbers at the top change until they finally reached his floor. Ryuichi stepped in first, Shuichi followed, pressing the number for his floor. The door shut quietly, and the elevator began to move.

Neither of them said anything, even as they stepped out of the elevator and began to walk to the studio. It was only as Shuichi reached for the doorknob did Ryuichi snatch his arm and press him against the wall. Shuichi was startled, but said nothing.

"I know it's hard to deal with this, but don't you dare go and pretend none of its happening. You'll only end up causing more hell for the both of you. You're going to have to look this in the face and deal with it. You can't run from it, because he can't run from it. You promised you'd be with him till the end, Shuichi. You haven't even made it to the middle point yet. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Ryuichi's voice wasn't mean, but it was sharp and stern. Shuichi nodded dumbly.

He was released from his position against the wall, and he walked inside the room with a smile on his face, Ryuichi right behind him, waving Kumagorou in the air. K looked up and cocked his magnum, the safety being clicked off once more. "There you are! I was ready to send out a search party!" K's loud voice boomed with laughter, everyone else in the room let out a sigh.

"K-san!!" Ryuichi squealed, his entire body catapolting towards the blond manager, sending them both sprawling to the floor.

Shuichi chuckled, walking back to his bandmates, giving them a thumbs up. "He just wanted to discuss Eiri, that's all." Shuichi said off-handedly, grabbing his mic. "Can we go over the ending again? It's not the way it should be..." Shuichi sighed, sipping some water. Hiro rose a brow at Shuichi, making a note to catch his friend later and grill him about this--whatever this was. Fujisaki was more than happy to oblige and began to start the ending, Hiro quickly joining in.

Inside Shuichi's mind as he sang, he was screaming. Screaming at the top of his lungs. He just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair.

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He looked at his package of cigarettes with disgust. He eyed them carefully, reading the warnings on it. He looked at the smoke in his hand. Slowly he placed it in his mouth, picking up his lighter from the coffee table. The flame flickered as he put it to the end of his cigarette and he felt sort of proud when it began to smoke. He inhaled deeply... and nearly choked to death. Quickly, the white cigarette was crushed into the ash tray, the rest of its friends thrown in the trash.

"That's disgusting! What the hell was I on?" He asked to no one, coughing lightly. The blond author could not, for the life of him, understand why he smoked those things...They smelled bad and made everything else smell bad too. Not to mention they were bad for your health; the picture of the black lung on the package said enough. All in all, they were bad. He decided he'd never smoke another one.

Sitting down on the couch, Eiri stretched out his lean legs, curling his toes. He purred in the back of this throat, closing his eyes. The sun drenched his apartment in warmth and he curled into it, like a cat.

He glanced at the expensive clock on the wall and saw it was only two-thirty in the afternoon. Shuichi wouldn't be home three or so hours. Eiri sighed, eyes raking over the picture of the cherry haired singer, who's hair was actually pink in the photo. It was framed and placed on top of the television. Eiri did that on purpose, so that when he was just lounging around he could always see his Shuichi. It made him smile to see the picture of his genki lover. The smile on Shuichi's face always cheered him right up.

"He doesn't love you anymore, I hope you know that."

Eiri closed his eyes tightly, willing that voice to go away.

"He thinks your a nusience. You're making him angry."

He bit him bottom lip, brows furrowed, lips in a deep frown.

"Leave...Run away, Eiri. He doesn't love you anymore."

At that, Eiri snapped.

"Shut UP! Shutupshutupshutup! Go away! I--He does love me! He said so himself!" He yelled loudly, his deep voice booming off the walls. His piercing eyes took on a mean look as he directed his gaze to the source of the annoying voice...

A little girl, no older than seven, stood in the middle of his living room. She had soft burnt orange hair, tied up in a little bun. Her white and yellow sundress crinckled as she sat down on the living room floor, her bright blue eyes staring into Eiri's.

"He hates you. I've heard him say it." She gave a nod to Eiri, her little face as serious as can be. Eiri whimpered lightly, closing his eyes.

"No." he whispered to himself.

"Yes!" she yelled, standing up abruptly and running over to Eiri, launching herself in his lap. He shuddered in a breath. His mind was at war with itself. Half of him believed this little girl, the other half didn't. And he was stuck in the middle.

"Go away." he hissed, glaring at her innocent face. She smiled brightly at him and snuggled in his chest. "But I love you Eiri! You don't really want me to leave..." She looked at him and pouted, tears filling her eyes. Eiri was reminded of how Shuichi looked when he cried...It near broke his already fractured heart.

He said nothing, only held onto her. His eyes lost their spark, lost any emotion whatsoever. He just sat there on his couch, staring blankly at the television, eyes never seeing the picture of his lover sitting atop there.

The little girl in his lap, was quiet also, she merely hung tightly onto him, her little sundress glinting in the sun.

Eiri's mind began to shut down. He wasn't able to think or speak. His body merely preformed the functions nessacary to survive and that was it. His chest moved up and down with his breath, his heart pumped blood through his body, His eyes blinked and his limbs twitched every now and then, letting him know he was still alive.

Nothing mattered anymore. Not right now. Not with the small girl nestled in his lap. Shuichi didn't love him...Shuichi hated him. Shuichi...didn't...love...

"NO!" Suddenly, he screamed at the top of lungs, standing up, pushing her off of him. She fell to the floor with a loud thump, surprised. He huffed, growled, eyes suddenly taking on the look of his former angry self. "No! You're lying! He does love me, you're just lying to me! Stop lying to me!" he rubbed his forehead, and tried to breathe normally. He was on the verge of hypervantilating.

She began to cry, wailing like a baby. He tried to ignore her, but the sound of a hurt wailing child filled his ears. Eiri didn't know if he should hug her or ignore her. He heard footsteps run down his hallway and into the living room.

Her brother.

"Why'd you do that? Huh? She was just trying to tell you the truth! You didn't have to hurt her!" He glared, his brown hair covering angry green eyes. He helped his sister up, still glaring at Eiri for all he was worth.

"C'mon, lets go..." He sighed, taking his sisters hand. Eiri watched as they walked out of the living room and vanished. He blinked, rubbing his eyes. It looked as if they had never been there to begin with. He sat down with a thump. He was tired. He was lonely.

He picked up the phone and dialed Shuichi's cell.

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His water bottle had long since been gulped down, the clear plastic bottle sat on the table by K, as he refilled it. Shuichi sat nearby on a chair, humming his new song. He was rather proud of it, actually. The lyrics were his best yet, and leaving the arrangement up to Fujisaki had surely proved to be a smart move. Hell, putting him in the band was a smart move. Shuichi decided that Tohma really did know he was doing.

He chuckled at himself, brushing back his red hair. As he did so, he took a look at his hair though his reflection in the window he was seated next to. It looked spunky and fun. Fire engine red with black highlights. It really brought out his eyes...

Eiri hated it.

When he had it dyed and came home, Eiri nearly exploded. He said that he didn't look like "his Shuichi" anymore. Of course, ten minutes later, Eiri was giggling over it and kept cooing over how sexy it made Shuichi look.

It was really taking a toll on Shuichi, never knowing what kind of reaction he'd get. Maybe he'd just go back to pink...Everyone loved his pink hair. Hiro told him he was one of the very few men who actually pull of pink hair. He smiled to himself. Pink hair held so many memories for him...

Like when Yuki would run his fingers through it, while they watched tv together in the evenings. Or maybe when Yuki would tell him he had a strawberry head and then kiss his lips, smiling the whole time...

He really really missed his old Yuki...

The happy sing-song melody of his cell phone stopped all motion in the room. Shuichi knew who it was without even looking at the caller ID. He gave a quick glance to his teammates and they understood, going back to what they were doing.

"Hey there," Shuichi smiled, waiting for the author to tell him some more bad news. Maybe he'd gone and burnt down the house. Perhaps he ran away from home and was lost...

"Hi...can you come home early? I'm so loney here all by myself...There's nothing to do!" the blond whined softly, seemingly to have forgotten all about the escapade with the little girl, minutes ago.

Shuichi couldn't help but smile wider at the tone of his lovers voice. Hearing the famed Yuki Eiri whine was one of the finer things in life. Even if he was only whining because something was seriously wrong with his brain...Shuichi figured just this once, he'd overlook that.

"Sure I'll come home early...Na, Eiri, I'm thinking of dying my hair pink again...Do you wanna help me?" He was getting odd looks from K, but he ignored it and waited for his answer, which of course was a loudly exclaimed "Yes!"

Shuichi chuckled. "I love you Eiri. I'll be home in just a bit, okay?"

"Un! Don't be too long...I'm still bored..." Shuichi rolled his eyes, promising to be there as fast as possible, before hanging up.

"You're lucky you worked hard today Shindo-san, otherwise I'd have to beat you senseless for going home early." Fujisaki smirked innocently, handing Shuichi his now filled water bottle and jacket.

"You're so mean to me!" Shuichi hugged his friend and ruffled his green hair, causing Fujisaki to glare.

"You know, I really HATE it when people do that!" He complained, swatting Shuichi's hand away and running to the safety of his keyboard before further damage could be in inflicted upon his poor hair.

"Shuichi's going home na no ka?" Ryuichi all but glomped the singer as he placed on his bright orange jacket. Shuichi grunted his answer, trying to breathe. Ryuichi bear hugged Shuichi before giving him a knowing smile and a wink. "Remeber what I said, ne? I'm still always here for you." Ryuichi nodded and pushed Shuichi towards the door--Of course, not before K could hand out a few threats, with the aid of his magnum.

"Ja minna~! I'll see you all tommorrow! Hiro, call me later okay? Fujisaki...um, I don't know...Sakano-san! I promise to work extra extra hard for you and K-san...anou...Don't kill me, okay?" Shuichi giggled, his blue eyes lit up with his usual mirth and twinkle. It relieved everyone in that room to see Shuichi's eyes like that. They'd never admit it to him, but it really worried them endlessly when he came to work with dead eyes and sang with half a heart.

Shuichi closed the door behind him and made the walk to his car out in the company parking lot. He wondered what shade of pink to buy. Neon pink?

"Nah, too bright."

Bubblegum pink?

"Maybe..."

Rose pink?

"Too girly. I think I'll stick with bubblegum. Eiri always liked bubblegum..." He smiled wistfully.

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~To be continued~

AN: *gulps and hides* I hope it was okay!! >.>; Don't kill me...please?? *ducks thrown objects* Okay, so chapter three is in the process of being written, I hope to have that out sometime soon, and I really really hope that you guys enjoyed this chappy. ^^; Feedback is a blessing! So bless me, and get thine holy bums to thy review button! Muwaha!

~Nevi~ <>.<>v