Gravitation: Ryuichi x Tohma
Title: Jealous: I'm Second Place Now
Pairing: Sakuma Ryuichi x Seguchi Tohma
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Shonen ai (boy-boy love).
Word Count: 614
Summary: Ryuichi asks Tohma to dinner, but Tohma refuses.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation nor its characters. They belong to Maki Murakami.
It was stressful morning at NG for Seguchi Tohma. Normally, upstart bands, lower-than-usual record sales, and overbooked tour dates did not ruffle the President, but an early-morning argument with Mika had escalated into a full-blown verbal war, and Mika had gotten into the car and sped off to god-knows-where. Thus, a horribly skewed day. And so, when the intercom beeped despite his strict instructions, he jabbed it vehemently.
“Miori.”
“Uhm, s-sir, call on line one please…”
“Didn’t I tell you I’m not to be disturbed today?”
“U-uhm…it’s Sakuma-san sir, and you said--”
“Never mind what I said. This will be the last time. Put another call through and you’re fired.”
“I’m really sor--”
Tohma released the button, cutting her off in mid-sentence, and stared at the phone balefully. Such bad timing. He took a few slow breaths and when he felt calm enough to answer, he picked up the phone.
“Hello, Ryuichi? --”
“Tohmaaaa!!!” Came the boisterous reply. Grimacing, Tohma held the receiver away from his ear. Even then he could still hear the loud chatter. After a count of five he eased the receiver back.
“Ryuichi, stop.”
“Hm? Tohma-kun?”
“What exactly did you call for?” He tried to keep his tone polite.
“It’s a special day today Tohma-kun! Extra-super-very special! So Kuma and I are taking you to dinner at eight later, okay? Okay!” Ryuichi answered himself happily.
“I…don’t recall having made plans with you tonight.” Tohma glanced at his calendar and confirmed his statement.
A manic giggle rose from the other end. “Of course you don’t! We didn’t make any! It’s a surprise!”
Tohma sighed heavily. “You should ask me before you make any plans. I’m busy, and I have so many matters to attend to.”
“Huuuh, like what?” That cute whine Tohma usually found endearing grated on his nerves now.
“Well. Managing my company, for one. It’s a 24-hour job. Producing ASK and a slew of other bands. Interviews, TV appearances. This isn’t three years ago.”
“But Toh-Toh, you have people to do, duh. C’mon, it’s your favorite restaurant. And,” he whispered, as if conveying the deepest secret, “I reserved the entire restaurant for us.”
Tohma managed a smile. “Well, thank you Ryuichi, but I really can’t tonight. Mika and I got into a fight, and I don’t know where she is right now. What about tomorrow night? I’ll handle the reservations, don’t worry.”
“It has to be tonight. Please?”
“…No. Tomorrow night. I promise.”
A long silence from Ryuichi’s end. Then: “Before I left, you were never too busy for me. But now I’m back, and I’m second to everything. Never mind. Forget I said anything.”
“Ryuichi --”
“Bye!!!” Tohma cringed at the shout, and heard a click from the other end.
Tohma reluctantly replaced the receiver. Suddenly he felt bone-weary. The spacious office seemed claustrophobic, and he decided it would be in everyone’s best interest if he took the day off. He left the office, ignoring the secretary who visibly cringed at the sight of him, and headed for the elevators. As he approached, he noticed a bouquet of exquisite red long-stemmed roses laying across the mouth of the trash can and a bunch of brightly colored balloons floating from inside it. Curious, he peeked inside the can and saw a gift-wrapped box around which the balloons had been tied.
What a waste, he thought, eyeing the beautiful roses. South American Leonidas, he was sure. The same roses used on his wedding day.
He pressed the elevator button.
As Tohma waited for the elevator, a balloon spun lazily around. He looked up. Emblazoned in loud pink were the words:
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TOHMA-TOHMA!!!
Damn. And he’d forgotten all about it.
-end-
Pairing: Sakuma Ryuichi x Seguchi Tohma
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Shonen ai (boy-boy love).
Word Count: 614
Summary: Ryuichi asks Tohma to dinner, but Tohma refuses.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation nor its characters. They belong to Maki Murakami.
It was stressful morning at NG for Seguchi Tohma. Normally, upstart bands, lower-than-usual record sales, and overbooked tour dates did not ruffle the President, but an early-morning argument with Mika had escalated into a full-blown verbal war, and Mika had gotten into the car and sped off to god-knows-where. Thus, a horribly skewed day. And so, when the intercom beeped despite his strict instructions, he jabbed it vehemently.
“Miori.”
“Uhm, s-sir, call on line one please…”
“Didn’t I tell you I’m not to be disturbed today?”
“U-uhm…it’s Sakuma-san sir, and you said--”
“Never mind what I said. This will be the last time. Put another call through and you’re fired.”
“I’m really sor--”
Tohma released the button, cutting her off in mid-sentence, and stared at the phone balefully. Such bad timing. He took a few slow breaths and when he felt calm enough to answer, he picked up the phone.
“Hello, Ryuichi? --”
“Tohmaaaa!!!” Came the boisterous reply. Grimacing, Tohma held the receiver away from his ear. Even then he could still hear the loud chatter. After a count of five he eased the receiver back.
“Ryuichi, stop.”
“Hm? Tohma-kun?”
“What exactly did you call for?” He tried to keep his tone polite.
“It’s a special day today Tohma-kun! Extra-super-very special! So Kuma and I are taking you to dinner at eight later, okay? Okay!” Ryuichi answered himself happily.
“I…don’t recall having made plans with you tonight.” Tohma glanced at his calendar and confirmed his statement.
A manic giggle rose from the other end. “Of course you don’t! We didn’t make any! It’s a surprise!”
Tohma sighed heavily. “You should ask me before you make any plans. I’m busy, and I have so many matters to attend to.”
“Huuuh, like what?” That cute whine Tohma usually found endearing grated on his nerves now.
“Well. Managing my company, for one. It’s a 24-hour job. Producing ASK and a slew of other bands. Interviews, TV appearances. This isn’t three years ago.”
“But Toh-Toh, you have people to do, duh. C’mon, it’s your favorite restaurant. And,” he whispered, as if conveying the deepest secret, “I reserved the entire restaurant for us.”
Tohma managed a smile. “Well, thank you Ryuichi, but I really can’t tonight. Mika and I got into a fight, and I don’t know where she is right now. What about tomorrow night? I’ll handle the reservations, don’t worry.”
“It has to be tonight. Please?”
“…No. Tomorrow night. I promise.”
A long silence from Ryuichi’s end. Then: “Before I left, you were never too busy for me. But now I’m back, and I’m second to everything. Never mind. Forget I said anything.”
“Ryuichi --”
“Bye!!!” Tohma cringed at the shout, and heard a click from the other end.
Tohma reluctantly replaced the receiver. Suddenly he felt bone-weary. The spacious office seemed claustrophobic, and he decided it would be in everyone’s best interest if he took the day off. He left the office, ignoring the secretary who visibly cringed at the sight of him, and headed for the elevators. As he approached, he noticed a bouquet of exquisite red long-stemmed roses laying across the mouth of the trash can and a bunch of brightly colored balloons floating from inside it. Curious, he peeked inside the can and saw a gift-wrapped box around which the balloons had been tied.
What a waste, he thought, eyeing the beautiful roses. South American Leonidas, he was sure. The same roses used on his wedding day.
He pressed the elevator button.
As Tohma waited for the elevator, a balloon spun lazily around. He looked up. Emblazoned in loud pink were the words:
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TOHMA-TOHMA!!!
Damn. And he’d forgotten all about it.
-end-