Title: Cologne

Series: Gravitation

Started: 03-July-2006

Finished: In progress

Summary: When Ryuichi walks into Tatsuha's room, he can't but help think that something smells familiar…

Why: I love cologne. It smells so good, and I love it when you hug a guy and he smells awesome. So I wanted to have Tatsuha have Ryuichi's cologne.

Disclaimer: I am not a manga artist, and I certainly did not create Gravitation. If I did, I'd have kept Ryuichi all to myself.

Start Chapter 1

"That'll be $53.25 please."

Tatsuha pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, took some cash out, and handed it to the cashier.

"You know, I can't believe that anyone would spend this much on some stuff that smells funky," she said casually as she handed the teenage boy back his change. "Do you wear this stuff a lot? Because you come in here all the time and you usually don't buy anything other than this cologne." She wrapped the small box in tissue, and placed the item in a small bag.

"Actually, I don't wear it at all," he replied as she was bagging his purchase.

"Really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she handed him is cologne. "What do you do with it?"

Taking the bag in his hand, he smiled and said,

"I spray it all over my room."

Yes, for Uesugi Tatsuha, buying cologne was something he did quite often. Every time his bottle went empty, he would run down to the department store, and buy another bottle right away. As soon as he got home, he would take the smelly liquid out of its box, and place it on his dresser, away from anything that would cause it to break. Then, waiting until the next morning, he would take the cap off, and spray to his heart's content. He would spray his carpet, his curtains, his bed sheets, even his closet door, repeating his actions every day until he was forced to buy a new bottle. And even though every time his father walked past his room, putting his hand up to his nose and telling him to get rid of the "damn smelly crap," he would never be able to part with the small bottle of joy.

After all, it was Sakuma Ryuichi's favorite cologne.

To the average person, Sakuma Ryuichi is a cool singer. To a fan girl, Sakuma Ryuichi is the coolest singer. To Tatsuha, Sakuma Ryuichi is the only singer. He did everything in his ability to have anything and everything that had a connection to the famous singer. There were posters, CDs, figurines, t-shirts, lunch boxes, magazines with interviews, videos and DVDs of concerts, stickers, notebooks, stubs from concert tickets, you name it, Tatsuha had it. He had even gotten up at four in the morning once, and rode his bike all the way to the record store (a good hour and a half away) to get the limited edition tooth brush that had come out with an old Nittle Grasper CD release. It Tatsuha did not own it, it did not exist.

So when he saw Ryuichi posing for a fragrance ad in a magazine one time, he gasped, and flipped the page to the interview with Ryuichi.

"Yeah, this stuff is awesome," said the singer to the interviewer. "Before I go on stage, I spray a little bit of this on me. The smell helps get me in the mood to do my best, na no da."

At that moment, Tatsuha knew what he had to do. Asking his father for a ride to the department store, he made a bee-line for the back of the shop. The lady behind the counter smiled, and asked if he needed anything. When Tatsuha asked for a tester of the fragrance that Sakuma Ryuichi wore, she perked up, and pulled it out from behind the counter.

"Oh, you like Nittle Grasper too? Here, it's called Mystic Moon. It smells just like Ryuichi would, don't you think?"

Tatsuha sprayed some onto his wrist. 'Amazing,' he thought as he took a whiff of the cologne. "Do you know what's in it?'

"Its oak wood, mixed with a little bit of apple essence, and a hint of cinnamon. It's sweet and spicy."

'Kinda like Ryuichi,' thought the boy. "How much is it," he asked while pulling out his wallet.

"With tax included its $53.25."

"I'll take a bottle."

When Tatsuha got back in the car, his father asked him what he had bought. Telling him about his purchase (and not mentioning it had anything to do with Ryuichi) his father said,

"Planning on killing the ladies by smelling good?"

"Y-yeah…something like that."

Actually, the only person who "died" in a sense was Tatsuha. Every time he came into his room, he was reminded of the singer. Sitting down on his bed after coming back from the store, Tatsuha buried his face in his pillow. Flipping onto his back and then sitting up, the teenager sighed and stared at his favorite poster of Ryuichi. The singer was on his knees, wearing really tight dark blue jeans. He had a grey t-shirt on with the words "love me love you" scrawled on the front. His left arm was up in the air with his right hand grasping his bicep, making his shirt go up, which showed a little bit of his flat, sexy stomach. His feet were bare, his beautiful brown hair was a little tousled, and the look on his face screamed "take me now."

Tatsuha groaned, pushed his face into his pillow, and fell onto his back. "Damn it," he mumbled into the soft head-resting device. "I just-"

Ding-dong

"DAMN IT!" screamed the teenager. Flinging the pillow on his bed, he shuffled to the door. "I got it," he called out in the kitchen. He walked down a few stairs, and stuck his hand out to grasp the doorknob. Opening the door, he said, "Yes"

"Ah, Tatsuha, it's so good to see you again."

"What the hell? Why are you here Tohma?" Suddenly he felt himself shoved to the side.

"I said he could be here. Do you have a problem with that?" asked Mika as she made her way past.

"No, not REALLY," he said sarcastically as his sister and her husband strolled inside. "But why would you guys be he-"

That's when Tatsuha heard it. The voice that made millions scream out loud. The voice that made teenage girls and boys swoon every where. The voice that came out of his CD player. The voice that Tatsuha longed to hear speak to only him.

"Nee, Noriko, why can't I have another sucker?"

"You've had five already!"

"But they're really good, na no da!"

It was him.

It was Sakuma Ryuichi.

End Chapter 1

Author's notes: Hah! I have finally gotten around to doing this! I can't tell you how annoying it was every time I opened this up, intending to work on it, and not being able to get anything done! I would sit there staring at the screen, wishing my fingers would start typing something decent. Nothing would happen, and I was thinking of giving up on this, but an idea popped into my head one day, and I started working on it again. Hooray! Thank you for reading this. Please review! I am very happy when my inbox has letters from you guys.

Until chapter 2!

Tamababymiko-chan