Mina san, Konnichiwa!

I'm back with my fourth gravitation fic! The idea came when I couldn't sleep one night and decided to put them into words. Hope you'll enjoy it!

Dedicated to AshuraAkuma

Eiji turned the door knob and entered his bedroom. Placing his briefcase on the carpeted floor, he switched on the lights simultaneously. "Tadaima, Shuichi sama." He murmured, smiling at a huge Shindou Shuichi poster plastered on the wall. Next to it were a few hundred other images of the popular Bad Luck singer: Shuichi in the concert, Shuichi participating in game shows, Shuichi working out, Shuichi playing sports and every other possible activity Shuichi was taking part in.

Eiji stared at his collection proudly. His room was going to be full with Shuichi's posters soon. Silently, he was glad that he was living on his own. His mom would definitely throw a fit if she found out about his craziness over the male pop star. Eiji had lost count how much he spent on magazines with Shuichi's images in it. He had 3 copies of Bad Luck's debut album alone, kept nothing else but Pocky Sticks in his refrigerator, and he would eat them slowly as he watched Bad Luck's concert over and over again.

He moved closer to the posters and pressed his lips onto Shuichi's smiling, angelic face. He pulled himself away after kissing the poster, remembering that Yuki Eiri, the pop star's lover had touched his Shuichi's lovely mouth a million times. He gritted his teeth in anger and frustration, wondering how Shuichi sama could fall in love with a guy like him. Without a doubt, Yuki Eiri was the most popular novel writer, blessed with a devilishly handsome face and talents that nobody could possibly ever have but compared to his Shuichi sama, Yuki Eiri was nothing!

Pushing away the uncomfortable thoughts, Eiji grabbed his towel and headed to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and fantasized about showering with Shuichi. He smiled happily when he thought about his plans. "It will be carried out soon." He spoke aloud.

XX Addicted to Shuichi XX

"Yuki, I'm getting myself a new phone today." Shuichi sat up on the bed and looked at Yuki, searching for some reactions.

The clock on the table ticked 9 in the morning. Shuichi had just woken up next to Yuki after spending a passionate night together. To Shuichi's surprise, Yuki did not give him marching orders after the lovemaking. Instead, he held him close and slept.

Yuki opened an eye and mumbled in a sleepy voice. "Whatever for?"

"So that you can contact me easily." Shuichi answered simply, smiling at the sleepy blonde.

"Hm… Whatever." Yuki muffled between the pillows and turned to the other side. "Which brand do you have in mind?" Yuki asked again.

"I don't know. I'm asking Hiro for suggestions later. He's better in this stuff than me. Besides, he has a friend who runs the business. I'm dragging him along." Shuichi popped on an elbow and played with Yuki's soft, golden hair.

"Fine." Yuki answered as though as he was giving permission for Shuichi to go out with Hiro. "Do you have money to buy it?"

"I'm a superstar, Yuki. Of course I have money." Shuichi pouted.

"Yep… A superstar with zero talent and still earns money from those annoying fan girls out there." Yuki turned to meet Shuichi and teased. "I wonder what's wrong with the Japanese girls' taste these days." Yuki placed a hand on his forehead, groaning.

Shuichi hit Yuki lightly on his chest, pretended to be hurt. He grinned a few seconds later before replying. "Yeah, I wonder what's wrong with them. How could they even think of buying Yuki Eiri's pointless romance novels?"

Yuki's eyes widened. "Why – you little brat—" Yuki tried to catch his lover but Shuichi was faster; he successfully escaped without being caught and fled to the bathroom for a shower.

XX Addicted to Shuichi XX

"Shuichi, heard the news?" Hiro whispered as soon as Shuichi entered the recording room.

"What news?" Shuichi asked, puzzled.

"K san was involved in an accident."

Panic surged through Shuichi in an instant. "What happened?"

"He fell from the ladder when he was fixing the roof tiles; broke his left shin." Hiro took his guitar and sat down.

"Ouch. That must have hurt." Shuichi shivered, not wanting to imagine the pain if it happened to him.

"Yep, and the doctor said that he's out for 3 months."

Shuichi started to panic. "What? Who will be our manager then? Our concert is coming soon," Shuichi burst out, " – in a month to be exact and we need K badly."

"I heard that Touma hired someone to replace K for the next 3 months." Hiro tuned his guitar as he answered.

"But… K san is the best manager!" Shuichi whined.

The door pushed open before Hiro could even answer Shuichi. Touma came into the room, followed by Sakano, Fujisaki and a young man.

The man stood at 5 foot 8. He looked young, maybe younger than K-san. Lean but well-toned, the man's hair was short, styled neatly according to office standards. With thin lips and a distinctive jaw line, he was considered good looking. Yuki is still far more handsome, Shuichi thought.

Shindou kun, I'm sure you've heard the distressing news about K san. I know that things are a little complicated without K, so I've hired another man to replace him temporarily." Touma spoke.

"How's K?"

"He's fine, but the doctor ordered him not to move around for the next three months." Touma replied. "Oh yes, let me introduce your temporary manager." Touma stepped aside, allowing the man to move forward.

"Shindou kun, Nakano kun, meet Eiji Tono." Touma introduced.

"Please to meet you, Shindou san, Nakano san. Yoroshiku." Eiji extended his hand out, offering a handshake.

Shuichi and Hiro took turns shaking hands with Eiji, mumbling, "Yoroshiku."

"I better be going. I just remembered that I have a lunch date with Mika and Eiri." Touma turned towards the door.

"Seguchi san!" Shuichi called before Touma could open the door. "Uh, can you please tell Yuki that I'll be a little late today?" Shuichi asked shyly.

Touma smiled cheerfully at Shuichi. "Of course, Shindou kun. And please, call me Touma. You're almost one of us."

"Thank you." Shuichi whispered gratefully.

Eiji winced. NO! His heart screamed. Shuichi does not belong to them! He's mine!

When he applied for a job in NG, he never thought that he'd become Shuichi's manager so quickly. He applied as a manager in NG but when Seguchi Touma called him 2 days ago to inform that he had been offered the job as Shuichi's temporary manager for the next 3 months, he almost screamed in joy. He never thought that he would be able to meet Shuichi so soon.

Meeting Shuichi in person a few minutes ago made him felt as though as he had died and gone to heaven. Shuichi looked more adorable in real life. His skin looked so smooth that Eiji had the urge to touch him. His pink hair, his proportionate body and innocent look; they made his heart pumped faster in excitement. He managed to control himself from acting inappropriately in front of them, reminding himself to be calm. He tightened his fists in his pockets when he heard Shuichi asking Touma to convey Yuki a message. Yuki Eiri. That jerk will get it from me one day. Just by thinking of it made Eiji felt considerably better.

"Eiji san?" Shuichi called. He frowned. That man had been ignoring his calls! And he was supposed to take over K's place? Shuichi thought, doubting Eiji's performance instantly as he watched the new manager staring into space.

"Uh huh?" Eiji broke his thoughts and focused his attention to the frowning young singer. "Sorry. I wasn't paying attention." Eiji laughed nervously. Shit. Why is Shuichi sama frowning at him? Shuichi sama, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to ignore your calls!

"It's all right." Shuichi replied, still displeased. "We need to discuss about our concert. Hiro wanted to add in a solo segment and we wonder if we could slot it in during the 2 hour concert." Shuichi smiled, anger forgotten instantly. "Right Hiro?" Shuichi winked at the guitarist.

Hiro smiled and raised his thumb up in the air.

Anything for you, Shuichi sama. "That depends on the length of the solo. If it doesn't take too long, we should be able to fit his part in," Eiji answered professionally.

Shuichi took Eiji's hands in his and gave Eiji a grateful look. "Really? Thank you, Eiji! I knew you're a good manager!" Shuichi bounced to where Hiro was and hugged at the guitarist happily.

"Ah, Hiro!" Shuichi pulled back from the hug and looked at Hiro's raised eyebrow. "I want to get a new phone later. You have to come with me!"

"Why should I?"

"Heee… rooooo!" Shuichi whined. "Onegai,…!" Shuichi tugged at Hiro's sleeve.

"Stop it, Shuichi." Fujisaki knocked Shuichi's head with his fist and turned to Eiji. "I'm sorry, Eiji san, he's always high on sugar."

"Please, no formalities. We're going to be colleagues," Eiji said. "Don't worry about Shindou-kun's behavior. It doesn't bother me a bit."

"See, Fujisaki? I told you that he's a good manager!" Shuichi patted Fujisaki's shoulder and nodded his head in satisfaction.

"Whatever." Fujisaki mumbled and walked away from them. "If you don't start practicing now, you'll never get to see Yuki tonight."

At the mention of Yuki's name, Shuichi's eyes sparkled. He jumped up instantly and pulled Hiro along with him. "Come on, Hiro. After practice, we're getting the phone! I want to show Yuki tonight!"

Eiji took a seat as he watched his number one idol sang. His heart thumped uncomfortably the moment Shuichi mentioned about Yuki. Why does that bastard have to stick to his Shuichi? Eiji thought angrily. The anger soon faded away when he heard Shuichi sang. He's gifted. Even if the concert is tomorrow, he'll be able to perform without any difficulties. That's my Shuichi!

XX Addicted to Shuichi XX

"I'm really sorry, Eiji san for dragging you with me to the phone shop," Shuichi said, looking up at the older man walking next to him. "That Hiro –," Shuichi narrowed his eyebrows, "I'm going to get him for this! A call from Ayaka-chan and he fled!" Shuichi spoke aloud, frustrated.

Eiji laughed. "You must forgive Nakano kun, Shindou kun; he's in love."

"Just call me Shuichi, Eiji san."

Eiji's heart was bursting with happiness at that very moment. I can call him Shuichi! I don't think that's very nice, Shindou kun," Eiji replied politely.

Shuichi halted his steps, causing Eiji to stop as well. "It's not difficult to say my name. SHU-I-CHI."

"Shuichi." Eiji repeated carefully.

"There, that wasn't difficult, was it?" Shuichi smiled proudly and continued walking.

Of course it wasn't. Eiji had rehearsed Shuichi's name a million times. Eiji smiled. When Shuichi sulkily came to him and asked if he could accompany him to get his new phone, Eiji almost fainted in happiness

He pretended to be surprised and asked the singer why he didn't go with Hiro or Fujisaki instead. Shuichi had explained that Hiro had a date with Ayako while Fujisaki was called to Seguchi Touma's office, leaving him alone.

Eiji checked his schedule in pretense although he knew damn well that he'd go even if the world is coming to an end. Shuichi's hopeful eyes stared at his organizer as he checked it; and when he finally told him that he could go, Shuichi beamed. That, in Eiji's opinion, was the best present he could ever receive.

The manager secretly smiled as he looked at the young singer walking next to him. He thanked Hiro and Fujisaki silently for creating this rare opportunity. Clasping both his hands together at the back, Eiji tried his best to control himself from touching the singer. He told himself multiple times that he was not going to spoil Shuichi's trust at this stage, promising himself that Shuichi would be his one day. I will definitely make him mine.

"Eiji where are you going? I thought the shop is this way."

Breaking his thoughts, he blushed as he realized that he was walking towards the wrong direction. "Sorry, I was thinking." He laughed.

"Thinking of your lover?" Shuichi asked cheekily, nudging at Eiji's arm.

"No!" Eiji almost shouted, horrified.

"Alright! There's no need to be alarmed, Eiji." Shuichi bounced away.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have overreacted," Eiji apologized again, keeping the conversation formal.

Shuichi smiled awkwardly. He noticed Eiji flinched when he mentioned the word lover. I supposed he had a bad experience." Shuichi thought sympathetically and decided that he wouldn't ask again.

After choosing for almost an hour, Shuichi decided to pick the latest model from Samsung. "Look here Eiji!" Shuichi called.

Eiji did, only to realize that Shuichi was taking his photo. Shuichi moved nearer to Eiji, allowing the manager to view the images he had taken.

"You look funny!" Shuichi laughed heartily.

Shuichi's face was so innocent and sweet that Eiji nodded in agreement although he didn't agree to Shuichi's assessment. Eiji thought he looked like a star struck fan.

"I didn't know it was almost nine!" Shuichi said suddenly when he glanced at his wrist watch. "I should be going. Yuki will be mad if I'm late!" Shuichi ran.

"Wait!" Eiji called and the younger man turned back, still jogging on the spot. "I'll walk you to your apartment." Eiji offered.

"It's all right, Eiji. Yuki's apartment is nearby; I can walk."

"Don't worry! I'm still full from dinner. Walking will do me good." Eiji said firmly.

Shuichi nodded. "Let's go then!" Shuichi pulled Eiji's sleeve, forcing the manager to run along with him.

Eiji knew that he had lied but he didn't care. He had not taken his dinner yet. He wanted to walk Shuichi home for a sole purpose: He wanted to find out where Shuichi actually lives; that was the only information he couldn't obtain.

"We're here." Shuichi announced after brisk walking for 15 minutes.

Eiji looked at the classy apartment in front of him. The posh 14-storey single block building in front of him took his breath away. Shuichi is staying here with Yuki Eiri? This is the most expensive apartment in town! "Wow, nice apartment." Eiji whistled.

"Uhm.. It's not mine." Shuichi said shyly as he entered the elevator.

"Whose house is this, if it's not yours?" Eiji asked innocently even though that he already knew the answer.

"Yuki—," Shuichi said hesitantly, "My— boyfriend." Shuichi said shyly again. As they walked to the front door, Shuichi turned to look at Eiji. "Thanks for everything," Shuichi said when he reached the apartment's door.

"No problem," Eiji gave a warm smile. He wanted to go inside badly yet he didn't want to risk the chance of running into Yuki Eiri. He wasn't afraid confronting the novelist but it wasn't time yet.

Shuichi jabbed his hands in his pockets and pulled out a set of keys. He slid the keys smoothly into the hole and turned the door knob. "Huh? Did Yuki go out?" The singer asked aloud when he noticed the apartment was dark.

"What's wrong?"

"Yuki's not at home." Shuichi murmured before turning to his manager, "Eiji, do you want to come in for a cup of coffee?"

"Sure." Eiji said casually although he could feel his heart pounding quickly. He removed his shoes and followed Shuichi to the living room. Eiji noticed that the apartment was rather empty. There was nothing but a set of expensive sofa in the living room, accompanied by a flat screen television and a stereo set. A few paintings decorated the walls and that was it.

"Yuki doesn't like a lot of things in the house." Shuichi said, as though as he had read Eiji's thoughts. "Have a seat. I'll make you a cup of coffee." Shuichi offered.

The manager sat obediently; his eyes following Shuichi as the singer disappeared into the kitchen. He heard the water running and couldn't stop himself from peeping at the singer. Quietly, Eiji stood up and walked soundlessly towards the kitchen. He saw Shuichi filling the kettle with water, humming the latest Bad Luck single happily. How he wished he could run his fingers on his lovely face! His eyes traveled to Shuichi's butt, longing to caress it. Eiji had never seen a man like him. Perfect; Shuichi sama, how could you be so beautiful? Eiji thought.

He walked into the kitchen silently, wanting to touch the singer's pert bottom. Shuichi was still humming drumming his fingers, unaware of Eiji's presence in the kitchen.

Eiji gulped as he reached his hand out. A sweat rolled down, indicating how nervous he was. He was less than a meter away from his goal; his aching hands ready to touch Shuichi anytime.

"Who are you?" A voice demanded from behind.

Eiji froze when he heard the deep voice. Although it was his first time hearing the deep voice, he knew automatically who it belonged to.

Yuki Eiri.

He turned and saw Yuki leaning his shoulder against the wall, staring at him dangerously.