I Need You

By: Lily (Lena) Evans

Summary: With his divorce underway, Tohma is kicked out of his house and has to stay with a friend, namely Ryuichi. During his visit there he slowly begins to realize things about himself that he had never known before.

Pairings (for now): Tohma/Ryuichi. Mentions of Shuichi/Eiri and a one-sided Tohma/Eiri. Maybe others later on.

Rating: PG-13 (may go up or down, depending on if I change my plan)

Genre: Romance

Warnings: Yaoi (duh), most likely OOC-ness (let me know if there is and I'll fix it) … that's all… for now.

Disclaimer: Gravitation is not mine. Note the word fanfic.

A/N: Almost finished with my ramblings. A Tohma/Ryuichi fic. I've wanted to do one of these for a while, but never really got around to it. This is my first Gravi fic, but please tell me if I am characterizing somebody wrong. I have only seen a few episodes, and those were in English. So, now that I am finished with that…Read and Review please!

Please remember how I feel about you
I could never really live without you
So, come on back and see just what you mean to me
I need you

The alarm clock blared, sounding like a truck backing into the nearly empty room. Shuichi quickly sat up, rubbing his eyes. Yuki always had to set the alarm to wake him up, or he would be late for work. Shuichi looked around, Yuki must already be in his study. Oh well! The pink haired boy began humming as he grabbed his clothes, ready to take a quick shower, remembering what had happened to him the previous night… Shuichi giggled. Nothing could go wrong today!

Tohma, on the other hand, who was already at the office, did not share the same feelings as the lead singer for Bad Luck. Mika had dropped divorce papers on his desk earlier and then left without a word, despite him calling her back. Sakano had also come in, pleading for him to pardon Shindou's inexcusable tardiness in finishing the new lyrics. It also seemed that the members of Nittle Grasper were on a term of writer's block. Tohma simply did not have the time or patience to deal with all of it.

A crashing sound reached his office from the recording studio. Tohma put his head on his desk, figuring it was Shuichi. He either broke up with Eiri, or they had hot sex the night before and Shuichi was going to gloat. Tohma felt a slight pang of both jealousy and guilt. Had it not been Tohma who had always been there for him? Yet, he chose the obnoxious singer instead of him.

Realization suddenly dawned on why Mika had filed for a divorce. So she was jealous of the attention Tohma was paying to Eiri that should have been directed at her. It was not like he could help it, he just felt he had to protect Eiri. Tohma sighed, this all had to happen in one day, too. Especially the day that Bad Luck was set to record another album.

More crashing resounded, and Tohma figured it was either K, shooting wildly, trying to get the singer to calm down, only scaring him more. Alternatively, it could have been Suguru, who was ready to kill the singer. Tohma shut his eyes and shook his head.

Suddenly, a pink bunny was sitting on his desk, staring at him intently. Tohma was surprised at the sudden appearance of the stuffed toy, but immediately knew whom it belonged to.

"Hello, Ryuichi," Tohma said forcing a smile. "Hi Kumagoro." He had always made sure to include the toy in conversations. He had felt Ryuichi's wrath only once, but did not want to again. It was painful.

"Hi To-Chan," Ryuichi said, bouncing up from behind his desk.

"I asked you both to knock the next time you wanted to come in," Tohma told his friend. Ryuichi's eyes filled with tears.

"I-I'm sorry, To-chan," Ryuichi sniffled. "B-but, Kuma-chan wanted to see you. He said you were sad." Tohma smiled his trademark smile.

"Why would I be sad?" he asked his friend. "I'm perfectly fine." Ryuichi cocked his head to the side.

"No, you're not," he said. "Tohma lied to us, Kumagoro!" He began sniffling as though he were going to cry again.

"Ryuichi," Tohma said. "I promise, I'll be okay." Ryuichi looked at Kumagoro, expecting to get assurance from the stuffed animal.

"Okay," Ryuichi said. "But you better be okay by the end of today."

"Like I said," Tohma told him. "I promise." The smile left his face as soon as the singer left the room. He knew Ryuichi was only trying to help, but it only gave him a headache, which did not help his mood. He popped open one of the drawers on his desk, getting out a bottle of aspirin, only to find out that it was empty. He tossed it across the room, feeling frustrated.

That night he went home, having signed what he had to on the divorce papers, and presented them to Mika. She immediately snatched them away from him, looking them over. She then promptly slammed the door in his face. Tohma felt his anger rise but kept his cool.

"Mika-san—" he started, trying to think of a way to get her to open the door.

"It's Uesagi-san to you," she snapped through the door. "And I don't want to speak to you, Tohma."

"Mika, where do you expect me to go?" he asked, trying to sound as sweet as he possibly could.

"Why don't you go to Eiri's?" she asked bitterly. So he was right, that was what the divorce was about.

"What do you mean, Mika-san?"

"I told you not to call me that," she snapped. "If you're so desperate, go ask one of your friends to stay at their house. I'm sure Ryuichi would be happy to have a, um, sleepover with you." Tohma heaved a sigh and, with one last glance at his house, he walked off into no particular direction.

She had actually stooped as low as to throw him out of his house. The house he paid for. He was going to take his keys with him the next time he got the chance to go back home. For now… well, he would just have to improvise, wouldn't he?

He finally decided, against his better judgment of course, to ask Ryuichi for a place to stay. It was not like he did not like Ryuichi, no, far from it. The singer was his best friend, after all. He just… bothered him sometimes. No, that felt mean, especially when Ryuichi only meant to help him.

Ryuichi answered the bell almost too enthusiastically. He glomped Tohma on the doorstep the second he opened the door. Tohma felt himself go limp under the singer's weight.

"To-chan! To-chan!" Ryuichi squealed as he hugged his friend.

"Yes," Tohma said, now struggling to breathe. "Thank you for the, uh, warm welcome, Ryuichi." He was finally able to push the ecstatic singer off of him and walk inside.

"You stay there," Ryuichi commanded. "I'll get your bags."

"Um, I don't have any," Tohma said. Ryuichi looked confused.

"No bags, na no da?" he cocked his head to the side. "But, I thought you were going to stay with us!" Ryuichi began to cry again.

"I'm staying," Tohma assured him. "I just don't have anything with me. Mika threw me out of the house." Ryuichi suddenly became very motherly-like.

"Then that won't do at all, To-chan!" Ryuichi said, shaking a finger in Tohma's face. "We'll have to let you wear my clothes tomorrow."

"Or," Tohma said, desperately trying to find an alternative solution. "We could do laundry tonight."

"Okay," Ryuichi said. "Then you need to get undressed!"

"Huh?"

"We can't do your laundry if you're wearing your clothes, silly," Ryuichi smiled. "You can wear some of my clothes!"

"All right," Tohma said, smiling. "Thanks Ryuichi." Ryuichi dragged Tohma to his room and began throwing clothes out of his closet, trying to find something that might fit his friend.

"Here!" he said, holding up a pair of pink pants with hearts on them and a pink shirt with a large heart in the middle. Tohma sweatdropped.

"Let's see if there's anything else," Tohma suggested. Ryuichi shrugged and threw the clothes behind him, looking for something else.

Finally they had found an outfit for Tohma to wear, but Ryuichi was still not satisfied.

"To-chan," he said. "I need to wash your underwear too." Tohma stared at him.

"What?"

"Well, you don't want to be wearing them tomorrow if I haven't washed them, do you?" Ryuichi smiled, putting his finger in the air as though stating something out of a science magazine.

"That's true," Tohma said. "What will I wear in the meantime?"

"You can wear mine!" Tohma nearly fell over.

"Ryuichi…"

"They're clean," Ryuichi stated. "You need clean underwear!" He had a point, so Tohma gave in and went to the bathroom to change. It felt rather odd wearing his best friend's underwear, but he decided that the laundry would be done in no time.

Tohma sighed, of all days that he decided not to wear his favorite coat. At least he had worn his hat. However, he did not want to wear his green suit again. Ryuichi had made up a bed for Tohma on the couch, though all of the blankets were pink.

The singer silently crept up on his friend and glomped him. Tohma fell over on the couch, not noticing Ryuichi's presence beforehand. Ryuichi was squealing about a sleepover.

"Yay! To-chan's going to stay with us!" he sang to Kumagoro, who was pinned between them. Finally, to Tohma's relief, he released his grip on the keyboardist and snuggled up next to him. "Let's watch a movie, To-chan."

"Ryuichi, I really should get to sleep," Tohma told him. "I have to work tomorrow." Ryuichi shook his head.

"No," he said. "You aren't going to work tomorrow. To-chan has been overworking himself."

"Ryuichi…"

"No," the singer repeated. "You will stay here and rest. Ryuichi will cook you breakfast and Kumagoro will call K-san and Sakano-san and ask them to take over." Tohma felt reluctance. He knew of K's violent nature and was afraid he might kill somebody… like Sakano.

"Ryuichi, I can't," Tohma told him. Ryuichi shook his head. It was clear that he was not going to give up.

"To-chan will stay here," Ryuichi said stubbornly. "Even if Ryuichi has to make sure of it himself." Tohma smiled slightly.

"Very well," he said. "Only one day, though." Tohma did not want to think of what would happen if K and Sakano took over for more than one day.

"Yay!" Ryuichi glomped his band mate once more. "Movie, movie, movie, movie, movie, movie…" Tohma attempted to tune out the hyperactive singer, who was now chanting for them to watch a movie.

"Which movie?" Tohma asked, feeling slightly relieved.

"Oh, oh!" Ryuichi obviously had a movie in mind. He switched on a movie that was already in the VCR. "It's starting. Shh!" Tohma closed his eyes and smiled. Ryuichi was already glued to the movie. "Popcorn!" The singer ran into the kitchen, put some popcorn in the microwave, and sat back down. When it was ready he ran to the kitchen, grabbed the bag, and sat down next to Tohma again, all without missing five seconds of the movie.

Tohma realized that it was a violent movie, something American, he was not sure what. Ryuichi clung to him most of the time, afraid of what was going to happen next. When Tohma's cell phone rang Ryuichi jumped up a foot in the air, spilling the popcorn all over Tohma's 'bed'. Tohma answered the phone.

"Tohma?" It was Tatsuha. "Did Mika throw you out of the house? Boy, that sucks. Do you need someplace to stay?"

"No, thanks Tatsuha," Tohma said. "I have somewhere to stay."

"Where?" Tohma had a feeling this was the exact reason Tatsuha called.

"At Ryuichi's," Tohma stated, regretting it instantly after he said it.

"Why don't I come over and keep you both company?" he asked enthusiastically. "You just have to tell me where it is…" Tohma hung up the phone and turned it off. He did not want to deal with the sixteen year-old, especially one like… that.

"Who was that?" Ryuichi asked, his eyes never leaving the television set. He had returned from the kitchen carrying a new bag of popcorn.

"Tatsuha," Tohma explained.

"Who?" Ryuichi looked confused.

"Eiri's younger brother," Tohma explained.

"Oh, him," Ryuichi said. "Okay." He yawned and laid his head in Tohma's lap, still watching the movie. He went to sleep a short while after that. Tohma, though not in a very comfortable position, felt himself nod off as well.

Tohma opened his eyes to see Kumagoro on his lap. This startled him until he remembered where he was. He glanced at the clock and had to do a double take. 11:30!

"Good morning sleepy head!" Ryuichi sang. He was holding a breakfast tray with sausage, pancakes, bacon, and orange juice. "You slept for a long time, na no da."

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Tohma asked feeling irritated.

"Because you're not going to work today, silly," Ryuichi reminded him, putting the tray down on the coffee table. "Now, eat. You're getting skinny."

"Ryuichi, I—"

"Eat," the singer commanded, snatching up Kumagoro.

"Where's my phone?"

"I took it from you," Ryuichi answered. "You shouldn't work at all today. You need your rest and relaxation."

"I need my phone," Tohma said.

"No you don't," Ryuichi told him. "You turned it off last night." Tohma sighed, it was true.

"I need it today," he said.

"You're not working," Ryuichi said. "No you don't."

"What if Mika calls?" he asked.

"I'll answer it," Ryuichi told him. "I turned it back on."

"Where is it?"

"I'm not telling." The singer began dancing and waltzed with Kumagoro out of the living room.

"I don't believe this," Tohma sighed. "I'm going for a walk." He heard Ryuichi start singing in the next room.

"I'm going for a walk," Tohma said, a little louder. Ryuichi poked his head into the room.

"Okie dokie," he said. "K-san won't let you into the studio if you tried, so I'm not worried." Tohma sighed, slipped on his shoes, and walked out the door.

It was a while until he realized he was still wearing Ryuichi's clothes. Deciding not to go back, he figured he would live with it. He stopped across the street from NG. He could have sworn he heard crashing sounds and gunshots inside. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away, trying not to think about what K and Sakano were doing to his precious company.

He turned around and ran straight into a woman. Her purse fell to the ground and all of her things fell out onto the sidewalk.

"I'm sorry," he said, stooping to help her pick up her makeup and whatnot.

"No, it's okay," she said. "Oh!" She stopped shoving things into her purse to study him.

"Yes?" he asked.

"You're a cutie," she stated. Tohma was taken aback. "I bet you know you are, too."

"Um…" he felt himself go slightly red. Her Japanese was not very good, so he figured she must be a tourist.

"I'm Karen," she said, putting out her hand.

"Tohma Seguchi," he said.

"Really?" she asked with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I've heard about you. The most feared man in all of Tokyo."

"What?" he asked, not knowing that that many people were afraid of him.

"Oh, yeah," she said. "I hear you can get anybody fired."

"I suppose so," he said.

"So, do you want to have dinner with me tonight?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, but—"

"Great," she said. "I'll see you later then. Or, are you really gay?" Tohma narrowed his eyes.

"What?" he asked. "I beg your pardon?"

"So you're not?" she asked excitedly. "Good, I'll see you tonight!" With that she ran off, leaving him feeling dumbfounded.

"What was that?" he asked himself. He sighed.

He decided not to worry about it, she had not even asked where he lived or told him a place to meet. She must have been one of those fangirls. He sighed and decided he was better off at Ryuichi's house.

END CH. 1

A/N: Okay, that's it so far. Tell me what you guys think. It's my first Gravi fic, so help me out here. Also, can somebody explain the chan's, san's, and whatnot? I really don't understand what to do with them and I'm hoping I got them right in this chapter. Thanks!