OMG!! Here is the second FF from me, Honour Huston. My pen name comes from the wonderful book BEAUTY by Robin McKinley. She is divine! Getting back to the main point, dear readers, I have discovered the amazing Maki Murakami and her Gravitation series. I have been in a Shonen Ai/ Yaoi mode for quite a while and the idea I have is a bit cliché, but I think it's cute. Take the characters from Gravitation and toss them into the story of Pretty Woman. Am I twisted or what?! I will make it work, yakusoku! (promise) ;-)

Ok….there will be footnote translations at the end of the chappy. I hope you all like this! Let me know! Onegai?! Oo'

Insert disclaimer: Me no own anything: Pretty Woman belongs to Gary Marshall and Gravitation belongs to Murakami-sama.

Pretty Shuichi—Chapter 1: Every Story Needs a Beginning

On that particular Saturday morning, no one noticed the pink haired boy walking stiffly through the middle of the Ginza district of Tokyo. If they had, they would have seen that his hair was a strange shade of pink, something that is not common in the real world. (Muse: this isn't the real world, BAKA!! HH: Gomen!) People would probably also mistake the boy for an adolescent female: he was short, slender, with a very feminine build. The genki bishie in question was in fact Shuichi Shindou, lead singer of the up and coming band Bad Luck. Everyone who knew the boy knew that he was adorable, bordering on annoying, and not the brightest light in the chandelier, but he had a beautiful heart and an equally beautiful soul. He was always happy and laughing, hanging out with Hiro playing music and writing lyrics for their band.

At the moment, though, Shuichi was neither happy nor laughing. You see, things were going badly for the singer. He had moved out of his parents' house at the end of high school and shared an apartment with Hiro; he and Hiro had been completely strapped for cash, so broke that they had resorted to using the window as a door so that they could avoid their landlady. Another bad piece of luck for Bad Luck was that not one of the record labels in Tokyo would even listen to Bad Luck's demo tape; Shuichi's biggest dream was to be a great singer like his idol Ryuichi Sakuma. All of that had been on the pink-haired bishie's mind when he entered that particular bar the night before.

He had been sitting at the bar nursing a beer for more than an hour when a man approached him. Shuichi didn't look up as the middle-aged, black haired businessman sat down next to him. Shu didn't pay any attention to the man; he just continued to lean against the bar and stare into space, absently chewing on a piece of strawberry Pockey and taking random sips of the beer. The man leaned in and in a low voice said, "That can't taste very good." Shu straightened up and blinked at the man, surprised to find him in the seat next to him that had been vacant only minutes before. "Ano...did you say something?" the singer asked innocently. The man smiled a little and shook his head. "I simply commented that Pocky and beer don't really go together." The man lazily drew out a cigarette and lit it. He drew a long drag and let it out slowly, the grey smoke wafting above his head and dissipating into the smoky air above the bar. "The name's Ichiro Yamane, and you are?"

"Shuichi Shindou."

"To be honest, at first I thought you were a girl, and I came over here to hit on you. I wondered how a young girl got into a bar in the first place." Yamane smiled again. Shu laughed a little uneasily, disappointed that again he had been mistaken for a girl. "I'm eighteen, I'll be nineteen in a few weeks." That was all the singer was able to say without totally falling apart, but there was a faint blush on his cheeks. "So what's a bishie like you doing in a place like this?"(AN: Worst pickup line ever!!) Yamane asked. Shuichi offered a shortened version of his life, ending with the part about having no money. Yamane's eyebrow's lifted a little at the mention of not having any money. "Demo...I thought that a pro like you would be rolling in the Yen. The bishie market is becoming very popular." Shuichi looked up at Yamane, not comprehending what the man was referring to.

The minutes ticked by and the businessman was beginning to worry that the bishie was retarded or something. Shuichi looked at the man perplexed, and then he took a look around at the other patrons at that particular bar. There were pretty women in tight clothing hanging all over the young and old businessmen at the tables and at the bar. There were too many women to be wives or dates, well dates in the normal sense, anyway. A light finally came on in the singer's brain as his violet eyes widened as the implication set in. (Finally) At the sign that the bishie finally understood, Yamane smiled again, but this time there was no mistaking the lusty twinkle in his dark eyes. The blush on the singer's face increased to a complete and total red flush that reached his hairline. Yamane-san had one hand on his cheek, leaning against the bar, his cigarette in the other, burnt almost to the butt.

Shuichi jumped up from his seat, overturning his drink and box of Pockey, the pink sticks floating in the golden puddle of beer on the counter. "NANI!?! YOU THINK I'M A BAISHUNFU[1]?!? Are you fucking nuts? I'm only an eighteen-year old up-and-coming singer! You are so etchi!!"

Cigarette forgotten, Yamane grabbed Shiuchi's arm and shoved him roughly back into his seat. "Shizuka ni[2]!" the man hissed as some of the patron's looked their way inquiringly. Shuichi immediately shut up and glared at the man. "Chikushô[3]! Yamane cursed as he ran his fingers through his hair, "I thought you were propositioning me! How the hell was I supposed to know? You look like the kind of kid who's into that kind of thing." Yamane grumbled as he fished through his jacket pocket coming out with a wad of Yen. He tossed it in front of the singer and lit another cigarette.

Shuichi stared at the wad of bills, guessing that there was several thousand Yen sitting in front of him. He knew what the man wanted, he knew that it was wrong, he needed to talk to Hiro, he needed...his stomach growled in protest, he had been living off Pockey and Ramune soda for about a week and he was hungry for a real meal. Maybe just this once, the bishie thought, we need the money really bad and I can't think of another way to get fast cash. Emboldened, Shuichi got up, stared straight at Yamane and bowed formally. "What do I have to do?"

AHH! I finished the first chapter! Poor Shu-chan! I turned Shuichi into a hooker! ::ducks rotten fruit that's being flung at my warped head:: What will happen when Shu and Yamane are alone? OO I'm getting shivers just thinking about it. ::Shakes herself out of it::

Ne...here are the translations

1. BAISHUNFU: prostitute (kinda obvious from context)

2. Shizuka ni: shut up!

3. Chikushô: damn

Minna, ja ne! see ya! Oh yeah REVIEW ONGEAISHIMASU!!