Title~ 24 Hours

Anime~ Gravitation

Author~ Jo-chan~Shinigami*Star

Notes~ *grins* HUGE thanks to my koi who is wonderful and sent me the
whole series of Gravitation for valentines day! ^o^ Wai! Wai! Domo
Arigatou Shu-chan!! *glomps, clings*
This means...that now it'll more than likely be even more ooc! XD;;
Wahahahahahaa! *coughs* Well, we'll see.
I wanted to write something a little hotter than the last thing I
wrote for Gravi...so here it is =3
Enjoy! ^_~

Rating~ PG-13...currently...*smirks* It won't be staying that way XD

Feedback?~ Sonoki_Kearoko@hotmail.com I live off feedback. No
comments, no more writing ^.~ *smirks*

Disclaimer~ All rights and characters of Gravitation are trademarks,
property and are reserved to the copyright of Sony Magazines, MOVIC,
SPE-Visual Works.
I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Maki Murakami,
and I am working independently on a fan fiction, I am -not- getting
any money out of this.

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Gravitation~
24 Hours
Track A: AM to PM

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"Onegai, Yuki~iii!", pleaded the pink haired singer almost desperately
as he tugged at the writer's arm a few times like a small child
demanding attention "You promised Yuki! Yuki!!"

Yuki didn't look at Shuuichi as he slid a hand into his pocket,
drawing out his lighter and flicking the silver lid open to slither a
fine golden-red flicker across the end of his cigarette.

"...No I didn't...", he stated bluntly, a wisping trickle of smoke
moving sky-ward from his lips.

Shuuichi created a small whimpering noise, his eyes going wide and
painfully cute as they started to cloud over with threatening tears.

"D...d...demo...demo...", the vocalist began to sniffle before
bursting into a wonderful cord of sobbed notes.

Yuki sighed, swiftly wrapping a firm arm around his lover's waist and
drawing him close in a quick attempt to silence him as several heads
began to turn in their direction.

The boy sniffed, peering up at the blond author with deep violet eyes.

Yuki's piercing golden-brown gaze laid upon the boy, retaining their
stare on him for some time before sighing and leaning down to press a
small kiss to Shuuichi's forehead.

"...I didn't promise anything...", he re-confirmed bluntly, but noting
the second wave of tears emerging he promptly continued "However...if
it really means that much to you to place me into a large hall where I
have my ears deafened by your bad lyrics and masses of screaming teens
then I suppose I can't decline..."

Shuuichi blinked at him sweetly, his head cocking to one side in mild
naïve confusion.

"And you'll come to my concert too, right Yuki?", he asked in pure
innocence.

Yuki simply laid him with a firm but not harsh glare before groaning
and giving the nineteen-year-old a few light pats on the head.

"Aa..."

---

"S...S...S..."

Hiro and Shuuichi both turned to examine Sakano as his complexion
began to turn an odd pale shade, then slightly pink, then a deep
crimson while struggling to get a word from his lips.

"Anou...Sakano-san...?", Fujisaki questioned softly before himself,
Shuuichi and Hiro found themselves pinned to the wall of the practice
hall as Sakano finally gained his voice.

"SHINDOU-KUN!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!", Sakano wailed, panic as ever
wrapped firmly around his voice and in his eyes.

Shuuichi twitched a little, a few sounds of traumatized whines
escaping him while Hiro and Fujisaki tried to pry their vocalist off
the wall.

"A...a..anou...?", stammered Shuuichi when his vision finally cleared
and his ears stopped ringing "We were...getting ready for the concert,
Sakano-san..."

"DECIDING WHAT TO WEAR COMES -AFTER- YOU HAVE A SOOOOONG!!", he
screamed at Shuuichi who returned to his imprint on the wall with
swirling eyes.

"Sakano-san...", he groaned as again Hiro and Fujisaki began to pull
him out of the practice room, which now bore a deeper print of Shindou
Shuuichi in it "The concerts not for another three days"

Casually Shuuichi waved a hand at the dark haired producer, a small
smirk on his lips.

"Mou, daijobu desu yo!", he grinned, giving a thumbs-up.

Silence.

A wind seemed to pass by the group and Shuuichi blinked around slowly
at the shocked expressions.

"...nani...?", he murmured in a small, almost afraid to ask voice
before Hiro tapped him lightly on the shoulder and whispered in his
ear.

From outside the practice hall the sound of a shocked scream
consisting of "ASHITA?!" could be heard from a radius of three hundred
metres.

This time, it was Hiro, Fujisaki and Sakano who found themselves
pinned against the wall at the high decibels of Shuuichi's voice, who
was panting and looking a pale green in the face.

"...tomorrow...?", he mumbled to the floor, which gave a reply which
sounded strangely like Hiro.

"Aa, tomorrow", said the floor.

"You are you sure...?" choked Shuuichi, lowering himself a little to
talk to the ground.

"Yes Shuuichi, I'm sure", answered the floor with a voice like Hiro.

Shuuichi's large, watering eyes peered in disbelief at the talking
floor and what it was saying.

"...H...honto ni...?", he whimpered.

"Aa, honto ni...", came a somewhat irritated response.

"Honto, honto ni...?"

Hiro twitched a little, eyeing his friend's back who was apparently
thinking that the guitar player was under the floorboards or something.

"Aa, honto, honto ni, Shuuichi...", he said through gritted teeth as
he watched his cerise haired friend prod at the tilted floor.

"...from now we have twenty-four hours...?"

"...yes...Shuuichi...tomorrow...twenty-four...hours...", grumbled Hiro.

"...Sakano-san...", Shuuichi whispered.

The producer stepped forward, adjusting his tie and expecting
Shuuichi to announce that they would be in for a long day and night's
work or some kind of declamation of determination to complete their
task by the next day.

"Hai? Shindou-kun?", Bad Luck's producer asked expectantly as all eyes
again rested on Shuuichi who took in a deep breath and closed his
eyes to speak.

"I think...", he began softly.

The producer, guitarist and keyboardist leaned in slowly to listen as
Shuuichi paused and gave the floor a few more taps with his finger.

"I think..."

More leaning, almost to the point that the three of them were almost
falling over.

"I think that...Hiro might be trapped under this floor, it sounds a
lot like him you know..."

It was at that point they fell over.

---

Yuki sat in quiet contemplation in his office, revising over the final
part of his latest novel entitled 'Within' before he could hear a face
paced clap-clapping of shoes up the hallway.

He leaned back in his chair slowly, counting down from five to one on
his fingers before nodding in silent approval as Shuuichi's clear cry
of "YUKi~iii!" hit the novelist's count of zero perfectly.

"Yuki! YUKI!", cried Shuuichi as he tore through the house, in the
bathroom.

Yuki twitched slightly, thinking a cigarette was in order.

"YUKI! YUKI!", out of the bathroom, into the kitchen.

The blond haired man knocked a fine white stick from the packet,
slipping it between his lips before searching out his lighter and
clicking it open sharply.

"YUUUKI!!", out of the kitchen, into the bedroom.

He breathed in a long breath, holding it there a moment before
breathing out the ashen colored mist slowly.

"YUUUKI!! YUKI!!", out of the bedroom, into the living room.

Slowly, Yuki brought a hand to massage his already throbbing temple, a
sonorous breath freeing itself from his lungs along with a thread of
smoke.

"...and I was complaining that 'Yuki, I'm home' was annoying...", he
grumbled under his breath as Shuuichi sped out of the living room,
past the office and into the store cupboard.

"YUUUUUKIIIIII!!", he wailed loudly, this time making the blond raise
from his seat and lean in the doorway of the office muttering under
his breath.

"...'Yuki, Yuki'...oi...it's giving me a headache...", grumbled Yuki
as again Shuuichi zoomed past but came to a stop in the centre of the
hall, his eyes wide and bawling.

"YUUUUUUUUKi~iiiiiiiiii! "YUU--", he was swiftly silenced by a harsh
thwap round the head with a newspaper held by Yuki.

"Enough with the 'Yuki, Yuki' already! What is it, baka?!", he
snarled, watching Shuuichi as he blinked up at him from a sitting
position on the floor.

"...I forget...", the Bad Luck songster mumbled, putting a finger
thoughtfully to his lips.

Yuki sighed and knelt down beside him, tapping his head, lightly this
time with the rolled up tabloid.

"...well you must have given me a headache for a reason. Out with it,
what happened brat...?", he asked, levelling his stare with
Shuuichi's own deep violet one.

Shuuichi held his own stare to Yuki's before snivelling and clinging
to the writers sapphire toned shirt tightly.

"Yuki! Yuki! Yu--", he stopped himself this time, the glare he
received reminding him that Yuki was already very irritable due to the
continuous screeching of his name "Anou...the concert..."

"Yes...? What about it now...?", growled the blond, trying to free the
other's hands from his previously crisp shirt.

"It'...tomorrow...", sniffled Shuuichi, his grip simply tightening on
his lover's upper body attire.

Yes..? And...?", Yuki snarled, giving up on trying to remove his shirt
from Shuuichi and instead tried to remove Shuuichi from his shirt by
taking hold of him from behind and giving the boy a few, good yanks
but to little result.

"Well...", Shuuichi seemed immune to the harsh tugging.

"Well what?!", Yuki's eye twitched a little in frustration, deciding
to try yanking his shirt away again.

"...we don't have a new song...", mumbled Shuuichi before poking his
fingers together, evidently letting go of the author's deep-blue shirt
and letting him fall back at the un-expected release of his clothing
"...and I was wondering--"

"No", said Yuki sharply and quickly, slowly drawing himself to a sit
and rubbing his head "I'm not writing anything for you"

"Pleeeeease! Yuki!", whined Shuuichi, snapping himself into the other
man's arms and nuzzling at his neck "Onegai, onegai, onegai!"

Yuki stared straight ahead a moment, taking little to no notice at all
of the boy nestled against his chest.

"No"

"Pleeease Yuki!"

"No"

"Yuki...!!"

"No"

"Pleeeeease Yuki....!!"

"No..."

"Yuki! Pleeeeease Yuki!"

"No..."

Shuuichi's already wide and weeping eyes grew wider still, giving his
lover the largest, puppy-eyed stare ever witnessed, pleading with a
trembling lower lip.

"...Y...Yuki isn't this mean! Yuki would -want- to help...!", he
protested.

"...I'm beginning to get tired of hearing my own name...", groaned the
romantic writer, slipping his arms lightly around his smaller
possession.

"...Yuki wouldn't want to make me sad...", began the sniffling tenor
"...would he...?"

Yuki closed his eyes a moment, resting a hand at the back of
Shuuichi's head and casually, soothingly slinking slender digits
through his silken mane.

"...it's not working...", Yuki grumbled, having a perfect image of the
boy's whimpering features in his mind even through his eyes stayed
closed.

Finally, after around five solid minutes of nothing but Shuuichi's
sobbing and pleading Yuki opened his eyes again and slammed a sharp
glare onto the singer, sending a swift silence over him.

"...shut up...you're driving me insane...and I'm sure you wouldn't
like to spend tonight outside the front door would you...?", growled
Yuki in a dark, threatening tone.

Shuuichi quickly shook his head, a few small sniffs emerging still as
he tried to calm himself down.

"...besides, if you use up your voice whimpering now you'll have
nothing left for your performance...", Yuki smirked, leaning forward a
little to breeze his tongue across Shuuichi's ear "...and if there's
nothing left for you performance, you won't have anything left to
scream with when I want to screw you later..."

Shuuichi sat bolt upright, his face flushing over in a very deep
scarlet tone and feeling like the words whispered in that low, sexy
tone froze his whole lithe form in one, swift, warm sweep.

It was confirmed that the comment had infact paralyzed the form of
Shuuichi when Yuki stood up and the boy on his lap simply slid off and
remained completely still on the floor.

Yuki raised and eyebrow slightly before giving him a few light nudges
with his foot before grumbling a little and padding back quietly
toward his office.

"...you need a song by tomorrow then...?", he called to Shuuichi who
swiftly sat up, eyes wide and hopeful as he bounded after his
handsome, blond lover, panting like a puppy loyally following his
master.

"Un, but we don't have anything yet", Shuuichi confessed, staring at
the long line of books on the shelf with hidden admiration.

He knew full well if Yuki was good enough to be the novelist over so
many well written romantic stories and write a song for Nittle
Grasper, what would be stopping Bad Luck if they Yuki Eiri write even
one of their songs for them.

Yuki slid into his chair again, opening his arms without a word to
allow Shuuichi to slip in between then before wrapping them around him
gently and leaning back.

"...you brat...", he mumbled at the back of Shuuichi's ear before
nibbling the skin lightly, to the author's subdued pleasure a small
shiver running through the boy in his arms at the action "...if I say
no you'll carry on crying...if I say yes I'll have to put up with
your incessant squealing like a school girl and over-happy
attitude...I don't know which is worse..."

Shuuichi stayed quiet, just liking the sound of Yuki's voice drifting
past his ears on soft breath as he snuggled into the light embrace.

"...I'll write something for you...but you have pick the right music
to accompany it...if it performs well on stage and not only myself,
but the audience you're performing to are satisfied, I'll reward you
with something..." the light golden tresses of Eiri Yuki brushed
feather-like over Shuuichi's neck as he leant in to kiss his lover
very lightly at the corner of his lips "...very pleasant...is that a
deal, Shuuichi...?"

Shuuichi's eyes went wide, hearing the words as if they were drifting
over waves of a golden breeze before he swallowed and doned a
determined air about him.

"You wait and see! What music I put to your lyrics will blow you away
Yuki!", beamed the violet eyed musician.

"...we'll see...", Yuki said, carefully lifting Shuuichi into his arm
as he stood before turning to place him into the seat before turning
to leave "...however, it isn't the music which I'm hoping to be blown
away by..."

With that, the writer walked out the office to begin his half of the
challenge, leaving a stunned and deeply blushing Shuuichi to run the
words over in his head and revise his next move.

Twenty hours and counting down.

~tbc...~

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Notes~
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Ne, so what do we think so far? =3 Please comment! It'll make Ryuuichi
happy *coughs* and if Ryuuichi's happy then I'm happy and if I'm happy
then second (lemony) part comes soon after >^_^