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His Former Boyfriend by HRT Warnings and Disclaimer: M/M sexual scenes, and some swearing. Gravitation belongs to Maki Murakami, not me. Summary: After marrying and settling down, Hiro runs across an awkward part of his past, namely his former boyfriend Tatsuha. Author's Note: This is not a sequel to anything, though it tends to read like one. If I were writing a regular sequel to The Guitarist and The Monk, I'd treat the characters very differently. Chapter 1 ~O~O~O~O~ At the end of the recording session that day at NG, K walked into the room, holding out a slightly soiled pink shape. It dangled from his fist by the ears. "All right, men," K barked. "Attention!" The three members of Bad Luck glanced at him half-heartedly. Suguru was still in headphones, studying an invisible spot in the air as he replayed a few chords on his synth. Shuichi was hopping around the room via the speakers, too wound up to relax, and Hiro was unplugging his guitar from his amplifier. "What is this?" K asked. "Must you ask such obvious questions?" Suguru declared, flicking a switch for more vibrato. At that moment, Shuichi tried a back-flip. It came off correctly, though the singer landed sprawled inside a large tangle of wiring. Hiro was too distracted by Shuichi's near-mishap to pay attention to his manager. "Hey, you morons. I ask again, what is this?" K shouted. Shuichi glanced up from his leaf-pile of cables, and giggled. "That is Kumagoro-who-belongs-to-Ryuichi-Sakuma-Sir-who-is-your-old-client-Sir!" ; "God, Shu, don't move or you'll electrocute yourself," Hiro said. "Turn off all the power switches, Sakano!" Sakano, at the mixing board, did so. The recording studio was plunged into darkness. Suguru cursed as his synth went dead. "All right, you dorkwads! One more time," K bellowed. "Sakano, turn the goddamn lights back on." The floodlights above their heads were suddenly burning again. "Now, we have established that this is Kumagoro, who belongs to Ryuichi. And where is Ryuichi?" "At home," broke in a voice via the soundbooth speakers. "He's already left for the day, um, Sir," Sakano added. Sakano never quarreled with a Marine Corps flashback. "All right. We have established that Kuma is here, and Ryu is there. It is well-known that Sakuma-san cannot survive long without his lapin-life support system, and we don't want a dead Ryuichi, do we?" Like all good soldiers, the trio of band members (and Sakano) chorused "NO!" without really paying attention. "So," K concluded. "Who is going to return this rabbit to its owner?" "Why don't you do it?" Suguru asked, removing his headphones in irritation. K flipped the rifle he was holding into shooting position and sighted it towards the synth player. "Board meeting with General Tohma, beginning in two minutes, that's why." "How about you, Sakano?" Hiro asked. "Ditto," said the soundbooth speakers. The producer was cowering behind the console. "So! That leaves one of you three!" K said. "You know I have to ride home with Tohma," Suguru replied. "I can't leave until your board meeting is over anyway." "And I walk home!" Shuichi added, having finally freed himself from the cables (with Hiro's help). "Ryuichi lives several miles away. Hiro's the only one of us who's got his own transport 'cause of his cycle." The rifle shifted its bead to the guitarist. Quickly, Hiro bent over his guitar case. "Ahem." K cleared his throat. Click. The safety of the rifle came off. Hiro said something inaudible. It might have been, 'No fucking way.' A softer click. A hammer was cocked, poised above a percussion cap. "What was that?" /He likes those showy antique guns TOO well,/ Hiro thought. The guitarist repeated himself, and it was indeed, "No fucking way," said with an unusual amount of quiet vehemence. An explosion sounded. In that instant, two streaks could be seen leaving the recording studio, fleeing from the synth and power cables, respectively. The woosh was enough to flutter Hiro's hair. Hiro went on calmly coiling his guitar strap around his fingers. "I meant what I said. There is no way I'm taking that thing to Ryuichi." Grimly, Hiro lowered his guitar inside its case. A second explosion sounded. This time, a spray of acoustic tile chips showered all over the crimson plush lining of the guitar case, and steel guitar strings plunked like a hurdy-gurdy. "I fucking mean it. You'll have to kill me first," Hiro said when his hearing returned. Finally, a long silence. Hiro rubbed a finger in his ear. K was standing with the rifle pointed at the ceiling, mild surprise on his face. "What's the matter with you?" the manager asked. "There's no way in hell I'm going to Ryuichi's." "Why not?" K asked. Sakano was peeking over the console. "You can leave for the meeting," Hiro called out to the producer irritably. "I'm still alive." He glared at K. "Go ahead, Sakano. Tell Tohma I'll be there shortly," K said. After the producer bolted, he addressed Hiro again. "So what's the problem? It's just a rabbit to Ryuichi." Hiro mumbled something. "What was that? Ryuichi's apartment? What's the matter with his apartment?" Hiro said nothing. K raised an eyebrow. "If it's not Ryu, or the bunny, then it's something else. I'll bet you don't want to run into Tatsuha. So it's true, then? You really did have an affair with him?" Hiro flushed hard. "What sort of bullshit is that?" "Red face, can't meet my eyes. It IS true. Nonetheless, there's still a Kuma who needs a Ryu. Look, you coward. Just open the door, hand whomever the rabbit, and run like hell. An ex-boyfriend you don't want to face is no excuse." K's voice rose to a roar, and the rifle leveled again. "So get going!" Hiro didn't move. "Or," K continued, "I'll tell Ayaka about your old flame." Hiro grabbed Kumagoro by the neck, and fled the studio. K did have his little ways. ~O~O~O~O~ Continued in Chapter 2.
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