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On the Street of Dreams

Written by: chochowilliams

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or the characters from it.� I do not make any money from the writing of
this story.

Summary:�
AU.� What was supposed to be a
one-night stand, changes their lives forever.

Chapter summary:� Eiri is not the only person Shuichi has the
pleasure of running into

Warning: shouta, angst, drama, romance, m-preg,
language, m/m, hentai, OC, OOC

Inserts:�
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A/N:�
Like my other stuff, this was out previously.� Hope you guys enjoy it.� Thank you to Mrs
Hatake Itachi, CreotiaFlayier, kessaris, RRW, Acherona, sun's and stars for their reviews.� You guys are
the best!

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Chapter
9: Promises

Hiro frowned after his green friend.� He looked up and saw Suguru approaching with
a questioning expression on his face.

�What's wrong with him?� the keyboardist asked.

�No idea,� Hiro said truthfully.

�I wonder if he's sick,� Suguru wondered aloud.

Hiro was not so sure that Shuichi was sick.� This was not something new.� Though Shuichi tried to keep it a secret,
Hiro knew that his friend suffered from stage fright.� It got so bad he would get physically sick
right before a show, but he always sucked it up and went on.� Hiro wondered if this was one of those times,
but what was there to be nervous about?�
All they needed was their parent's permission in order to sign with NG
Productions and he knew Mr. Shindou would readily agree, if for nothing more
than to get the boy out of his hair.� So,
if it was not nerves, Suguru was probably right.� Shuichi was most likely sick, but something
just did not seem right about that assessment.

��

A tap on his shoulder brought Hiro back out of his
thoughts.� He looked up and following
Suguru's pointing finger, was only half-surprised to see the new arrivals.� He stepped forward and bowed.� �Mr. Shindou.�
Mrs. Shindou,� he greeted.

Mrs. Shindou inclined her head.� �Hiroshi.�
Suguru.�

�Good evening,� Suguru bowed.� �It's good to see you again.�

Mr. Shindou, a stern expression on his face, remained
silent.

�Good evening everyone,� Tohma Seguchi greeted as he
appeared seemingly out of nowhere.� He
glanced at the gathered group.� �It
appears everyone's here.� If you would
all please take a seat, we can get this meeting underway.�� He gave them his patent smile and moved to
his place at the head of the table.� The
others soon followed, smiling, greeting and introducing themselves.

As Hiro took his seat besides his brother, Mrs.
Shindou turned towards him and whispered, �Where is Shuichi?�

�Shuichi?�� Hiro
glanced around and noticed that his friend had not yet returned from the
bathroom.� Suguru caught his eye and
threw him a questioning glace.� Hiro
shook his head.� �He went to the
bathroom.�� Maybe he was sick after
all.� Standing up, Hiro excused himself
and headed towards the bathroom.� As he
stepped out into the bar area, which also served as the waiting room, he saw a
black and pink blur race by.� �Shu?�� He trotted out of the bar into the foyer just
in time to see the back of a diminutive black suited man with pink hair.� It was definitely Shuichi.� No one else he knew had pink hair.

Out in the parking lot, Hiro glanced around and was
just about to give up and go back inside when he saw him.� Hiro did a double take, blinking in
surprise.� �Shuichi?�

+---+---+

Shuichi moaned into Eiri's mouth.� He wrapped his arms around Eiri�s neck and
fingered the dirty blond locks.�

Eiri's hands groped Shuichi's ass and pulled the boy
roughly against him.

Shuichi broke the kiss with a gasp.

Eiri hissed at the erotic sensation that rushed
through him as their hardened cocks rubbed together through the thin layers of
their pants.� A need so great poured over
him.� God, he wanted this boy.� He could not believe his good luck.� It had to be more than just a coincidence that
he just happened to run into the one person who seemed to have done the
impossible, stolen his heart.� Eiri
leaned forward and gave Shuichi a chaste kiss on the lips, but kept his tight
hold on him as he leaned back against the side of his car.� �Well��
He studied his young lover.� His
eyes roaming over his boyish yet effeminate features.� His large violet eyes, those lush, pink lips,
that long tan neck�It took everything Eiri had not to ravish the boy right
there and then.

��

Shuichi felt himself growing embarrassed under Eiri's
intense gaze.� He dropped his eyes,
blushing deeply.

To get him mind off what his other head wanted to do,
Eiri wondered aloud, �I don't think I told you my name.�

Shuichi shook his head, confirming Eiri's
suspicions.� �You didn't.�

�Oh?�� He cocked
an eyebrow in curiosity.� �What did you
do?� Go to the library and conduct some
research?� he joked.� He was not even
sure if Shuichi knew where the nearest library was.

Feeling himself blushing once again, Shuichi shook his
head.� �No.� I asked your brother.�

Eiri nearly choked.�
He pulled the singer away and glared at him suspiciously.� �My brother?�
How do you know Tatsuha?� he demanded, feeling the first stirring of
jealousy.

Hearing the possessive tone that the writer had not
managed or bothered to hide, Shuichi stared at him curiously.� �He's dating my brother,� he answered with a
tone that clearly said that Eiri had just asked a stupid question.

Eiri blinked in confusion.

Realizing what it was he just said Shuichi's eyes
widened in realization.� He gasped and
slapped a hand over his mouth.� What was
wrong with him?� If it got out that he
was related to the great rock god Ryuichi Sakuma�

�So the rumors are true then,� Eiri chuckled.

Shuichi dropped his hand and stared at the older man
with large pleading eyes.� �Promise you
won't tell anyone?� Nobody can know!� If-!�

Eiri kissed the teen to shut him up.� He smiled, thinking how cute Shuichi was when
he was blushing.� �I promise.�� Suddenly it felt as if he were being
watched.� Eiri looked up and saw a man
dressed formally in a black suit with a green T-shirt with an obscure decal
under an open button down shirt.� His
long reddish-brown hair was pulled neatly in a ponytail.� He looked familiar but Eiri could
not�Ah!� The guitarist.� �It looks like we have an audience,� he told
Shuichi matter-of-fact.

��

An audience?�
Shuichi dropped his arms and glanced over his shoulder curiously.� There standing outside the restaurant and
watching them was Hiro.� Cursing soundly,
Shuichi flung himself away from Eiri, his eyes wide in disbelief and
horror.� This was not happening!� How long had he been standing there?� How much had he seen?� Oh, God!

Eiri frowned at the expression that crossed his young
love's face.� He tapped Shuichi under his
chin, forcing his eyes from the panicky sight of his friend.� �Hey, hey,� he said.� He was not sure if it was just to quell the
fear that engulfed the boy when he realized they had been caught or if Eiri
just wanted Shuichi's eyes on him or a combination of both.

Shuichi forced himself to look away from Hiro.� Licking his lips, he glanced up at the man
who had stolen his heart with a mask of anxiety strapped across his face.

�Don't worry about him,� Eiri told the boy.

�But-!�

Eiri cupped Shuichi's chin and stared deeply into his
eyes.� �Don't worry about him,� he stated
firmly.� He fingered the boy's hair,
watching with a tender gaze as the soft pink tresses slipped through his
fingers.� �He can't see us from over
there.� He only knows it's you because
you're the only idiot walking around with pink hair.�

A surge of relief rushed over Shuichi.� The last thing he needed was for Hiro to find
out his newest lover was none other than Mr. Romance Novelist, a man six years
his senior, a man twenty-two to his mere sixteen.� If Hiro discovered the truth, it would no
sooner reach Ryuichi and then all hell would break loose.� Shuichi froze, just realizing Eiri had
insulted him.� He shot Eiri a heated
glare.� �Hey!�

��

Eiri snorted and shook his head.� His lover was just a little slow on the
uptake.� Out of the corner of his eye, he
caught movement.� Lifting his head, he
frowned.� The red head was coming towards
them.

Shuichi glanced over his shoulder.� With a suddenly rapidly beating heart,
Shuichi turned a face full of trepidation towards the blond writer.� Grabbing Eiri's shirt, Shuichi searched his
face with large pleading eyes.� �Y-you
have to go before he sees you!�� Shuichi
glanced quickly over his shoulder.�
�Please, Eiri!�� Tears welled in
his eyes, blurring his sight.

With a sudden scowl, Eiri pried Shuichi's hands from
him.� Straightening his suit, he glared
at Shuichi in annoyance.� �So that's how
it's going to be?�

Shuichi blinked at him in confusion.� A stray tear rolled down his cheek.� �Wha-?�

Eiri shoved away from the kid and flung open the car
door with enough force to rip it off its hinges.� �I'm not going to be something you keep
hidden away, Shuichi.� I'm not going to
pretend to be friends with you in public.�

He was sliding into the car when Shuichi realized that
Eiri somehow misunderstood him.�
�No!� No!� No!�
No!� No,� Shuichi cried, jumping
forward and grabbing Eiri's arm.� �You
don't understand!�� He took a quick
glance over his shoulder.� Hiro was
halfway across the lot.

Eiri shook off Shuichi's hand and slid all the way in
the car.� �I do understand,� he shot
back, hurt.� �You obviously are ashamed
to be seen with me.� Why else-?�

�Dammit, that's not it, you asshole!�� With tears trickling down his face, the teen
searched Eiri's face frantically.� He had
to make him understand.� �You're so quick
to dismiss the fact that I'm only sixteen, but if they find out you're not only
dating a minor but sleeping with one, you�you�Please!� Eiri!�
Please!�

That was what this whole thing was about?� The idiot was afraid for him.� Eiri sighed, shaking his head.� �Unbelievable,� he muttered.� Picking up his sunglasses from the console
between the driver's and passenger seats, he slipped them on.

�Please, Eiri!�
Please,� Shuichi was begging repeatedly.

Eiri leaned out the window and crooked a finger come
hither.� Wiping away his tears, Shuichi
bent down and watched Eiri lean towards him until their lips touched.�

Shuichi gasped, his eyes widening in shock.

Before he could get over his astonishment, Eiri pulled
back.� �Two hours,� he told his young
lover.� �Meet me at the corner,� he
indicated out through the windshield.

A bright smile illuminated Shuichi's face.� He stepped back and nodded energetically.

Eiri started the car.�
�Two hours,� he reminded him.

Shuichi nodded again, still smiling.

Eiri nodded back and pulled away with a loud squeal
after one last scornful gaze at the boy who needed a haircut.

�Who was that?� came a sudden emotionless voice behind
Shuichi.

Startled, Shuichi jumped with a muffled gasp.� What was he supposed to tell Hiro?� He could not tell him the truth.� He could not take the risk that this
information would fall into the wrong hands.�
�Uhm�nobody?�� Shuichi watched
until the black car vanished from sight.�
A huge smile on his face, Shuichi turned around and dropped his arms
around his friend's shoulders.� �C'mon,�
he said happily, as he steered Hiro back to the restaurant.� �Let's get back inside before the others send
out a search party.��

Humming happily, Shuichi skipped ahead.

Hiro frowned after him, unsure if he should press the
issue or not.

+---+---+

Over a light, but expensive dinner, Tohma Seguchi
explained to everyone present about the changes taking place within the record
company.�

The biggest ones were the new corporate headquarters
being moved to Tokyo
within a year's time, which meant that the boys would have to be pulled out of
school.� Mr. and Mrs. Fujisaki were
outraged at the idea.� After Tohma
assured his aunt and uncle he would hire the very best tutor so their son, as
well as Mr. Nakano, could finish their studies, they consented, albeit
reluctantly.� He also informed them that
he was able to secure a building in the heart of Tokyo that would be perfect for the new NG
corporate headquarters.� The whole
building needed to be gutted and remodeled to accommodate the change, but Tohma
was certain everything would be set for the grand opening next year.� Lastly, he told them that appropriate housing
would be secured for everyone before the official move.

��

Hiro had to admit that Tohma Seguchi was a very
efficient and thorough man.

Tohma than passed out copies of the contract to
everyone to look over and explained in agonizing detail what he expected from
the band and what they should expect from him and the business in general.

Everything flowed in one ear and out the other for
Shuichi though.� The only thing of
interest to him was the time.

Hiro also had a hard time paying attention.� He kept glancing at Shuichi, wondering just
what was going on with his friend.� He
noticed that Shuichi kept glancing at his watch and became increasingly fidgety
as the meeting wore on.� He wondered if
he was supposed to meet up with that guy he had seen him with.

He was extremely curious as to whom that blond man
was.� He had been too far away to get a
good look at him and by the time he was close enough, the guy had raced
off.� The one thing Hiro was sure of was
that this man, whoever he was, was older than his friend was.� It was either that or the guy just happened
to appear older than he looked.� If it
was the former, he hoped Shuichi knew what he was getting himself into.� He had to admit one thing about that guy,
though; Shuichi had undergone a magical transformation tonight.� For as long as he has known Shuichi, he has
been moody and distant.� He hardly ever
smiled and when he did, it always seemed to be forced.� There had been moments when Shuichi acted
like a complete goofball, but that never seemed real either, but now Shuichi's
eyes were bright and he was smiling.� The
boy was actually smiling a real smile.�
It lit his face and gave him a healthy glow.� He was like a kid in a candy store.� And it was all thanks to this mystery
man.� Shuichi went from a gloomy-put-on-a-smile-because-it's-required
friend into this happy-carefree boy.� He
was happy for his friend, but at the same time, he could not help but feel just
a little uneasy about this mystery guy.

��

Speaking of which, when had Shuichi been into guys? �He was not sure what surprised him more, the
fact that anyone could make Shuichi look like he won the lottery or the fact
that the one responsible was a man.� He
had seen men hitting on Shuichi on more than one occasion and Shuichi in turn
flirted back.� He teased Suguru all the
time, but never had it ever crossed Hiro�s mind that it was anything other than
a little innocent fun.� Hiro shook his
head.� Gay or not, it was obvious this
man made his friend happy.� That was all
he ever wanted for Shuichi.

Before he knew it, dinner was over and contracts were
being signed.� Happily and astonishingly
all parties agreed with the terms presented and as Hiro's turn came to sign the
contract, he could not help but feel as if this whole thing was a dream.� It seemed so surreal, like a fantasy.� He had a hard time believing it was actually
happening.

�Well,� Tohma was saying as the congratulatories and
tears were passed around.� �Tomorrow, I
have to go to dinner at my father-in-law's house-�

Tatsuha made a gagging, retching noise to
Ryuichi.� The last thing he wanted was to
step foot in that damned house again, but he did not have a good enough reason
to stay home.

�-but if you should have any questions, do feel free
to give me a call.� You should have my
home and cell number.�� He clapped his
hands.� �And if that's it, I'll wish you
all a very good night.�� With a bow, he
turned to leave, but remembered something and turned back around.� �Oh, and Bad Luck, I expect you to be at the
studio first thing Monday morning,� he ordered with a bright smile.� �Good night.�

�Night,� everyone returned.

+---+---+

In the parking lot a couple minutes later, Shuichi
waved as the Fujisakis turned out of the parking lot.� He then headed towards his brother and
Tatsuha who were talking with Hiro and his brother, Yuji, when someone called
his name.� He glanced over his shoulder
and saw his mother heading towards him with a familiar black bag in her
hand.� Over her shoulder, he saw his
father sitting in the car, fiddling with something on the console.� His father said not one word to Shuichi the
entire night.� He did not even
acknowledge his presence.� It was nothing
new, but it still hurt.� Shuichi turned
his attention back to the backpack his mother was holding.� A bright smile flashed across his face.� He thought he would never see it again!� When Kizou tossed him out last week, he was
forced to leave everything behind.

Mrs. Shindou walked up to her son and handed him the
bag.� �This was dropped off at the house
the other day by some boy.� I believe he
said his name was Narata.� Said he was a
friend of yours.� He also said to tell
you, �sorry'.�

Shuichi took his bag with a sad smile.�

Narata was a good guy.�
He was one of the few people he knew from Kizou's who he could honestly
say was a friend.� He was also the only
one who had figured out he was a neutral.�
Narata had been the only person who accepted him for who and what he
really was.� It was rare and Shuichi
coveted his friendship.� It was the only
thing he could truly say he missed about hanging out with Kizou.

��

Strangely enough, ever since he came to the
realization that he wanted both Eiri and the contract Tohma had decided to
honor, he has not once felt the urge to take those damn pills.� He hadn�t even thought about them until
now.� Besides, according to Kizou, they
were nothing more than placebo's anyway.

---

Shuichi turned his head when he felt the weight on the
bed shift and watched as a naked Kizou waltzed across the bedroom to the
dresser.� The older man grabbed a plain,
white pill bottle and walking back to the bed, tossed it to him.

Sitting up, Shuichi caught the bottle, hearing the
pills jangle loudly.� He folded his legs
under the sheet that covered the lower half of his body and studied the bottle
as if it could tell him all the secrets of the universe.� �What are these exactly, Kizou?� Shuichi
asked.� He looked up when the older man
slid back under the sheets.

�Nothing,� Kizou said.�
He lay back, folding one arm behind his head and pulling Shuichi down
with the other.� He held the boy securely
to his side.

Shuichi frowned.�
�Nothing?�� He propped himself up
on an elbow.� �Come on.� There must be speed, ice, glass, crystal,
crank�something in these pills.�

Kizou shook his head to each.

�Kizou, nothing does not make me feel like I can fly.�

The older man shrugged as he pulled Shuichi back
down.� �They're placebos.� A bunch of nothing.�

Shuichi rested his head against Kizou's chest and
studied the bottle of pills.� He was not
sure if he believed him.

---

Kizou never did go into any specific details about the
ingredients in the pills.� He either
ignored the question and changed the subject or got very angry.� The only thing he would ever say about them
was that they were �placebos�.� If that
was the case, then why did the man give them to him in the first place?� And why did they seem to make him feel as if
he could do anything?

�Do you know this boy?�

Shuichi snapped out of his retrieve.� �Huh?�
Oh, yeah.�

Mrs. Shindou nodded.�
�Alright.� Are�are you staying
with Ryuichi tonight?�

�I don't know,� he admitted truthfully.� An image of Eiri flashed through his
mind.� �A�friend wants to hang out
later.�

�Okay.�

Shuichi and his mother glanced quickly at the elder Shindou
as an angry honk echoed in the air.�
�Let's go,� came the impatient shout.

Mrs. Shindou turned back around and threw her son an
apologetic smile.� �Take care Shuichi and
don't cause your brother too much trouble.��
She hugged her son briefly.� As she
started to walk away, Shuichi called out to her.� She stopped and turned around, watching her
son trot after her.

�I, uh�� He was
suddenly very nervous and a little embarrassed to be bringing something like
this up, especially to his mother.� Part
of him wanted to say �screw it� and forget the whole thing.� Unable to meet his mother's innocently na�ve
gaze, he dropped his head and fidgeted.�
�I need to go to the doctor's,� he blurted out.

�Alright,� Mrs. Shindou nodded.� �I'll call your doctor on Monday.�

�No, mom,� Shuichi shook his head exasperated.� �Not that doctor.�� She was making this so much harder.

Mrs. Shindou blinked.�
�Then what doctor?� Are your
allergies-?�

Shuichi sighed loudly.�
�No, Mom!� I need to get birth
control!�� Realizing what he just said,
his eyes got huge and he slapped a hand over his mouth.� He glanced around to see if anyone had
overheard him.� He was relieved to see
that no one had.

His mother's eyes were wide in her pale face.� She stared at her son in horror and shock, as
if he just spewed blasphemy.� �B-birth
c-con�trol?�� Clearing her throat, she
tried to compose herself.� �Why would you
need you get,� she closed her eyes and stuttered, �b-b-birth control?�� She said the last like it was painful.

Shuichi rolled his eyes.� �Well, I don't have to get it.� I mean, if you want to be a grandma��

Mrs. Shindou went white.� Shaking herself, she chuckled lightly, but
still looked ill.� �Oh, you mean for your
girlfriend?�

Shuichi blushed, thinking about Eiri.� �No, Mom, for me.�

His mother choked.�
�For you?� B-b-but why�You're a
guy, Shuichi.� Only woman get b-birth
control.�� She chuckled again and hugged
her boy tightly.� �Besides, your only 16,
still a child.� If you're going to have
sex, you should wait until you meet the right girl and get married.�� She pulled away and studied him
intently.� �Is there a girl you
like?� Are your friends pressuring you into-?�

�Mo-om,� Shuichi cried frustrated.� He pulled away from her and stared at her
incredibly.� He could not believe what he
was hearing!� �What are you saying?� Mom, I'm not a-�

�Let's go!� I
have to get up early and go to work,� came the angry shout.

Mrs. Shindou waved to her husband then turned back
towards her son.� She lightly stroked his
cheek.� �I love you, Shuichi.�� She kissed him on the forehead.� �Be good and stay out of trouble.�

�But, Mom!� Mom,
wait!� Mom!��

Shuichi watched as his mother crossed the parking lot
to her husband's car.� She waved one last
time, threw him a kiss and slid inside.�
His father peeled out of the lot like a demon was hot on his trail.� Shuichi was left speechless and
dumbfounded.� Was that truly how his
mother thought of him?� Was that the only
reason why she was not like his father who completely ignored his very
existence?� Because she was deluding
herself?

+---+---+

Shuichi slowly walked over to his brother.� Yuji and Hiro left shortly after his
parents.� He was still troubled over the
conversation he had with his mother.

��

�Come on, Shu.�
Let's get out of here.� It's
getting late,� Ryuichi called out to his little brother.

Shuichi blinked and lifted his head.� �Huh?��
His eyes widened.� �Shit!� What time is it?�

Tatsuha glanced at his watch.� �Just about eight, why?�

�Fuck!� I gotta
go!�� He took off across the parking
lot.� He had to get to the corner and
fast.

�Shuichi,� Ryuichi called after him.� �Where're you going?�

Shuichi stumbled, but did not slow down.� �Uh��
What could he say that would please his overprotective brother?� �Going to hang out with a friend!�

�Don't stay out too long!� Be sure to call!�

Shuichi waved his brother's concern aside as he
vanished out of the lot and tore down the street, weaving and darting in and
out of the light throng of people.

The street seemed to stretch out before him and go on
forever.� No matter how long he ran, the
corner never seemed to get any closer.�
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Shuichi came to the light at
the end of the tunnel.� Skidding to a
halt, Shuichi stood at the street corner like he had been instructed.� He doubled over with his hands on his knees
and panted heavily.� Gulping, he took a
deep breath and slowly exhaled as he tried to slow his racing heart.

Straightening, he glanced around the intersection.� He loosened his tie and undid the top few
buttons of his shirt.� He did not see
Eiri or his car.� Was he early or was he
already too late?� Had he missed
him?� God, let him be early!� He had been given another chance, a second
opportunity here.� If he blew it, he
would never forgive himself.� Squinting,
he gazed down the street and thought he saw a familiar looking black car
heading his way.� Shuichi's heart
fluttered in his chest.� He bounced
slightly in anticipation with a huge smile on his face. �Thank God, he had not missed him!

Suddenly, the hair on the back of his neck stood on
end.� He tensed as he sensed someone
approaching him from behind.� Before he
could do anything, arms encircled his waist and pulled him none-too-gently
backwards to a muscular chest.

---TBC---

Preview:� �The Second Chance�

A/N:� Wow.�
Shuichi�s mother sure is something else, huh?� And his father!� What a complete jackass.� But at least, Shuichi has a second chance
with Eiri.� I hope thins work out.� But, who is it that snuck up behind him?� Is it Eiri?�
Find out next time!
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