Thanks for the reviews everyone! Mwuahah this is so much fun to write Alritey…so we made Shuichi and Yuki, the Romeo and …erm…other….Romeo…(Shutup and leave me alone) of Gravitation suffer first! W007! (Yes I like l337. 607 4 R033\/ \/\/7- 7?) And now Hiro's…drunk….geez this is gunna be insane. Hm hm hm…who shall I torture next with the drunken Hiro? OH! I KNOW!

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Really happy you guys seem to like it so far. Hopefully you'll stick to the story and read more chapters as they come. As you know, we have lots more Gravi characters to torture! Now…ON WITH THE FIC! Come over hither and read!

Hiro was drunk. Not overly drunk. Just drunk enough to be accepted into a Jets football game. (A/N: I do not own the Jets thank you) That's still pretty drunk if you ask me. With alcohol coursing through his bloodstream, Hiro came over to the door with the other non-tortured people inside. He knew exactly who was next. He unlocked and opened the door. Everyone cowered away from him in a huddled bunch in the corner, for they heard Yuki and Shuichi's screams of horror, not that they knew what was being done to them. All they knew was that it was horrible….VERY horrible…

Hiro grinned a drunken smile. "Who is going to be my next victim?" he asked nonchalantly. He grabbed the first person he saw. Tohma Seguchi. (Dun dun duuuuuuuuun)

Tohma struggled against Hiro. "I'm your boss! Put me down this instant or youre fired!" Hiro merely laughed in his face. Literally. In his face. Tohma gagged at the smell of alcohol on Nakano's breath.

"Fired? Gee that would be seen as kinda cowardly. People will think 'What's the matter with Seguchi-san? Does he think Bad Luck will overtake Nittle Grasper? Maybe that's why he used such an underhanded tactic to dismantle Bad Luck!' You don't want that now do you? You'll be putting a bad name on NG records."

For once, Tohma didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do. In fact, at that moment, he didn't know anything at all. (AMAZING! HE DOESNT KNOW SOMETHING!)

Hiro dragged Tohma into yet another room and yet again tied the victim to his chair, though Tohma put up a great struggle. By his own standards anyway. According to Hiro's standards, he was putting up as manly a fight as he looked. (Which isn't very manly people.) Hiro chained him down to a chair.

"How to go about this…" said the drunken guitarist to himself. He then smirked, and stole Tohma's hat.

"GIVE THAT BACK! That's my favorite hat!" cried out Tohma in despair. Hiro smirked and took out his lighter. Before Tohma could say another word, his hat was no longer a hat, but a burning pile of ashes. Good riddance. That hat was fucking ugly. You'd think Tohma, of all people, and as head of a major corporation would have the best fashion sense. But no. He wears an ugly hat that's falling off his head, and fur ( or maybe feather?) gloves INDOORS with a matching coat. Jesus I'm surprised the guy hasn't started wearing a bra yet for Chrissakes.

Tohma cried his little gender-confused heart out.

"My hat has never done anything to you!" he cried out, struggling against the bindings that held him to the chair.

"Hmmm….what else do you own that I'd like to burn up….Oh! I know!" said Hiro with a wicked grin. He held up something pink and frilly. Tohma paled.

"You wouldn't…..n-not my favorite apron! Nakanno-san I'm begging you! ANYTHING but my frilly pink apron!" the president pleaded, trying to snap Hiro out of the drunken rage he had embarked upon. Who in their right minds, drunk OR sober, would EVER think of ruining a man's frilly pink cooking apron? That's not right. Not right at all.

Of course, Hiroshi merely gave Tohma a sadistic little smirk, and raised his lighter to the apron. Within seconds, the apron was an ashy mess on the floor at Tohma Seguchi's feet. He looked as horrified as he did the day Eiri was almost raped. His lower lip quivered slightly before he said softly, "I swear my revenge on you Hiroshi Nakano…maybe not through NG, but I'll find some other way…"

Ooh…. Scary. Sorry Tohma, but you'll have to think of something more clever than pushing him into the street with a car conveniently placed to run him over.

Hiro left Tohma mourning over the loss of his hat and apron to go find his next victim. Again, everyone was cowering together in a corner, trying their best not to be seen by the drunken guitarist.

Thank you very much Draco666 for inspiring me to finish this chapter! Okay, I also decided I'm open to any suggestions on how to torture the characters. Sankyu for reading!

Rea