Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation. And it’s just SO wrong AND unfair!

1. A Little Competition

Tohma Seguchi sat back in his chair behind his desk in his grand and vast office. He wore a suave business suit, a black one with a red shirt underneath it and matching black slacks. Around him were the members of Nittle Grasper along with Bad Luck. Plus K-san and Sakano-san. He sipped his tea briefly, his blonde locks dangling as he did so; finally setting the cup and saucer down. Tohma smooth down his suit, brushing off imaginary piece of lint then looked at the people gathered there.

“It has come to my attention, that as President of N-G...” Seguchi –san said softly, laying his hands flat on the table, one over the other. “That there will be competition in the near future.”

Sakano-san sat up straight. “What kind of competition, sir?”

The President laid a magazine within Sakano’s reach; Bop Beat. One the cover stood a group of four; three men and one female—the cover said, “Hot New Up-Coming Band!”

“That is who we have to compete with now....” Tohma’s voice was light almost emotionless as he said this then looked up to gauge the expressions of those seat—especially the musicians.

Noriko Ukai, the flirt, not to mention keyboardist for Nittle Grasper, leaned over Sakano-san’s shoulder, her breasts half falling out of the top she was wearing. “They don’t look like much to me, Tohma,” She turned her nose up in the air. “Amateurs.”

Tohma smiled lightly inside. Dear, dear Noriko-chan. He shook his head.

“Maybe....” Seguchi started, “And maybe not...” He tapped the cover. “I do not believe can afford to over-look them.”

Sakano looked over the magazine once more until he heard Hiroish Nakano announce, “Give it here.”

He hesitated for a moment then passed it back to Hiro, the red-haired guitarist of Bad Luck. He examined the magazine cover, taking all the band members into detail; from the pale man with the spiky black hair all the way to the woman on the outside with hair of electric blue and a body that looked extra nice in her skin tight outfit. Then he held it up for the vocalist and the keyboardist to see. “Does that look like a hot band to you?”

“Nope.” Shuichi answered.

“Not at all.” Fujisaki parroted.

Tohma Seguchi leaned forward on his elbows, chin resting on his folded hands. “As I believe I have said, let’s not underestimate them. Amateur band or not, they still made the cover of Bop Beat.” Hiro flipped through the periodical. “I don’t know.....” “I’m skeptical, too, Tohma...” Noriko concurred, turning to Nittle Grasper’s lead vocalist. “What do you think, Ryu?”

Everyone turned to look at Ryuichi Sakuma, waiting patiently for his response. Ryu glanced up at Noriko then scanned the crowd, pulling on both of Kumagorou’s arms. “Ummm...” The charismatic singer bit his lip in thought. “Well?” Nori leaned forward. He next put the rabbit up to his ear then put it down. “Kumagorou says we should give it a try.” At this he smiled sheepishly.

Noriko rolled her eyes and sank into her chair.

At this, President Seguchi leaned back further in his chair, placing his hands over his abdomen. “K-san. Sakano-san.” Seguchi finally announced. Bad Luck’s producer and manager sat at attention. “Yes, President!” Both of them answered. “I want you to go down to this club...” He tilted his head as he picked up his tea once more. “And find out this new band...This...” He flipped through an extra copy of Bop Beat. “.....Electric Shock.”

Sakano-san and K nosed their way through the crowded club packed with young men and women. The crowd was clapping and cheering for the band, “Electric Shock, Electric Shock!” K-san frowned, “I don’t understand....” H e pressed forward, Sakano trailing behind him. “How could an amateur group attain so many fans so quickly? The producer could answer due to the overzealous crowd. “Ahhhh!!!” He squirmed away from the groping girls.

“K-san, “he murmured, breaking free of the throng. “Maybe wasn’t such a good idea....”

He shook his head in a negative. “We have to stay until the band starts playing....” Sakano groaned at this. “Hurry, hurry. Please, hurry....”

“Heeeeeey, Tokyooooooo!!!!” a voiced boomed from a microphone on the stage.

K looked up, trying to peer over the hordes of screaming girls. “Where!?” Sakano shouted into his ear. “Where?” K pointed. “The red-head.” A girl standing next to them shouted back, “That’s Daisuke Yagamata!” She was a petite blonde with bouncing breasts. “I love you, Daisuke!” She bounced more furiously, her face going red with excitement. “You rock, Daisuke!” a male voice chorused after hers.

K-san watched as the lead vocalist of Electric Shock pointed to a girl in the crowd, his microphone in hand, with eye shining. K couldn’t tell but he was almost positive the singer’s eyes were green.

The crowd set off another roar, many female voices lighting up the night with their squeals. The man named Daisuke Yagamata brandished a nerving smile and set off another wave of screams. The girls were just eating him up and loving every second of it. He smiled once more, did his pointing thing again and then looked like he was about to get serious. It almost reminded him of Ryuichi, but then again it didn’t. Ryuichi was never arrogant and this guy was full of it. Eyes closed and head tucked against his chest he waited for the first bars to play.

The music started, and the vocalist at once begun to tap his foot, red hair bouncing and shining in the strobe and stage lights. Raising the microphone to his lips he started to sing:

I look to the celestial body,
And see a force that's more than me.
Brought down by the icy rain
I can barely breathe.

With eyes shining like diamonds.

My heart beats faster everyday.

Everyone is always watching,
I wish I could run away...

Yagamata’s hand swooped over the air beside him, as if soothing a perturbed dog. He then cupped his hands back around the microphone, singing strongly, his eyes closed. K listened to the lyrics. They weren’t that bad. The melody wasn’t too bad either. The vocalist had a certain stage presence. K snorted, feeling for his gun. That is if you could truly call it that. Ryuichi Sakuma had more stage presence then this guy did. But...there was something about Daisuke Yagamata. Something that made the girls go wild and the men cheer him. It simply wasn’t just his looks. Not unless the rest of the men in the club were gay, which he seriously doubted.

So come run away with me
To a bright new place
Come run away with me
Unlock the secrets that there are

To find the hidden key

The vocalist gyrated his hips as he sang, practically grinding them. The women screamed even more. Now came the guitar solo; a woman stepped forward electric blue hair the color lightening. She swung her own hips from side to side, gently rocking her body as she jammed on her bass guitar, singing softly, yet powerfully as she did. Her face was heart-shaped and lovely, her eyes flashing as she played her guitar. She smiled slightly as she sang, then ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip. You could still see Daisuke Yagamata toe-tapping in the background—still trying to keep up with the rhythm of the song. The female guitarist played a few more chords then let the other guitarist and keyboardist take over as Yagamata began to sing again.

Don't look for me when I'm already gone
dancing on the winter of my youth
She says I've got to be strong.

The heavens open up,

And I can hardly speak
Running from the last hope,
Sparkling truth that is the key...

The band played on like that through two more songs when K finally decided it was time for them to leave. They would report to Seguchi-san in the morning. K and Sakano-san exited the building pushing past a hundred screaming teens to the exit. Sakano sighed as he got out into the open space. “I thought the screaming would never stop...” He was leaning, over, hands on his knees, panting heavily. K shook his head at this. “Come.” And with that, he turned away and headed for his car, Sakano following behind.

K placed the gun to Shuichi’s temple. “Sit kindly.”

Tohma Seguchi leaned back—they were once more gathered in his office—, a halo of light shining through the huge picture window. This time instead of the black waistcoat and red shirt he was wearing a stylish green waistcoat, talking in moderate tones into the phone glued to his left ear. He finished his conversation promptly after this and hung up, looking out on the crowd in his office. “Now, where were we?”

Shuichi sat back, his pick hair spiked in anxiety, irritated cat ears appearing on the top of his head. “Sure...” He mumbled. His eyes slid to his manager. K was crazy!

“K-san,” Seguchi’s voice broke in. “If you please.” He indicated the gun.

K put the firearm away and folded his arms stoically over his chest.

“Now, I’ve called you all here today once again...” He started.

Suddenly, the door burst open to Tohma’s office and in charged Ryuichi Sakuma, Kumagorou flailing behind him.

Noriko got up and stared at the vocalist. “Ryu, you’re late.”

“Sorry!” He flashed a stupid smile.

Nori frowned and pulled him to sit by the hair. “Ow! Ow! Ow!” Ryu howled. “Why are you so mean, Noriko-chan?”

She let go of this hair then kissed the top of Ryuichi’s head. For an idiot, one couldn’t help but forgive him; Ryu was just like that. A throat cleared. Noriko look up at Tohma, Nittle Grasper’s other keyboardist. “May I begin?” Everyone sat at attention to this. “Yes, of course, Seguchi-san.” Sakano murmured.

Seguchi nodded. “Sakano-san and K-san went to the club last night as instructed. They will now state their findings....”

K, “Right. The band...” He stood for this. “Known as Electric Shock seems to be highly favorable wit the teenagers, as was Nittle Grasper before them.” Ryuichi’s former manager stopped to turn and glance at Tohma Seguchi. Seguchi jerked his head in affirmative again, encouraging K to continue. “The girls seem to especially love the lead vocalist of the group.” He picked up a copy of Bop Beat and held it aloft.

“Daisuke Yagamata; a red-haired virago whose voice makes the young girls swoon.” He pointed to the picture.

Tohma nodded once more, “And his band mates?”

“Equally brilliant,” K smiled. “But they’re no match for neither Bad Luck nor Nittle Grasper.”

Fujisaki spoke up at this moment, “There’s something we are not being told, isn’t there K-san?”

K turned to Fujisaki, his blue eyes trained on the green haired boy. “Now, what could that possibly be?” “I do not know. You tell me.” Sakano-san intervened at this point. “The band Electric Shock has not only both a keyboardist and guitarist...”

“And you sought to hide THAT from us!?” Fujisaki exclaimed.

“Hold on and let me explain.” Sakano wrung his hands together. Shuichi feared that the producer would go into a spin as he usually did under such circumstances.

“As I was saying,” He adjusted his glasses. “Not only that but they also have a second guitarist. The first guitarist—a bass guitarist—is a woman; she’s quite an accomplished singer. Next to the lead vocalist, Yagamata that is.”

“A very beautiful woman, if I might add.” K interrupted.

“-But that isn’t the point!” Sakano shouted, pushing up on his lenses. “The point is, for amateurs they’ve really got it together.”

Tohma Seguchi suddenly stood up and walked over to the picture window, staring out it for the longest time out over Tokyo. He put his fingers delicately up to the glass, and dragged them gently across it. Sakano watched this concerned. “S-Seguchi-san.....”

He stayed like that for the longest of times, until he finally turned around to face the rest of them.

“Well, Sakano-san....” Seguchi spoke softly. “It seems we have a little competition on our hands. I will have to ensure Nittle Grasper is # 1, and you will have to do the same for Bad Luck, it seems. We must work extra hard this time;-” He picked up his issue of Bop Beat. “Electric Shock threatens everything we both hold dear.......”