Coming Home

This part was cutoff in the original editing.

Krystle: Yuki says I will never own Gravitation.

A waterfall of relief washed over him when he saw that the vocalist was conscious. It was a miracle in itself that Shuichi was alive, but he wasn’t expected to wake up for another three days due to all the morphine administered to him to dull the pain of his injuries. Eiri couldn’t think of anything to say to his lover, because he feared that anything that came out of his mouth would be a jumbled string of words that didn’t properly express the elation he felt at that moment; so he did the only thing he could. Shuichi was surprised (to say the very least) to see the novelist coming closer to his face. Why would anyone want anything to do with him anymore? He was hideous. His nose was broken; face swollen; and he had a black eye. These thoughts, however, were put to rest when he felt the blonde’s soft and supple lips on his. The kiss didn’t last long, but it was enough to reassure the pink-haired singer that he was still valued even when he looked like a piéce de caca (3), or at least that how he felt about his appearance. After the kiss, Eiri made to leave, but before he left the room entirely, he gave the vocalist some food for thought.

“Shuichi, you should know that the baby is alive, but we have some things to discuss when I come back tomorrow.”

With that said, novelist made his departure from the room and hospital so that he could do some damage control before anything else went wrong. Meanwhile, Shuichi lay in the hospital bed digesting what he just heard.

“What’s going on? If I’m alive and the baby is too; what is there to discuss? I have a sneaky suspicion that he’s not telling me something. Oh well, I’m sure he’ll fill me in tomorrow. Wait, how are we going to have a conversation, especially since I have tubes down my throat which inhibit my ability to speak?”

With all these thoughts running rampant in his mind, you’d think it’d be difficult for him to fall asleep; but quite to the contrary; he drifted off into slumber land almost immediately. What was mean to be a happy dream about him, Yuki, and their unborn child (A/N: whose gender won’t be revealed until Shindou recovers.) became a hellish nightmare for Shindou. It began with Yuki, Krystle (he’s hoping for a girl), and himself in rose garden, somewhere away from the noise and annoyances of the city life. Yuki was holding the little Kia and making funny faces to keep her entertained. Shindou simply observed, completely amazed that something so precious and beautiful spawned from their love for one another. Yuki turned towards the petite vocalist and gave him the infant, so that he might have a chance to hold her as well; however, when he received Krystle, she began to wail rather loudly. Nothing he did could soothe her; even making the same faces Yuki had done previously. Not knowing what to do, he tried to give her back to Yuki, but what he saw next terrified him. Yuki’s body crumbled into a huge swarm of spiders. Shuichi screamed and took off with the crying child still in his arms in an attempt to escape, but to no avail. The thorny roses had blocked his path. It was then that he noticed that Krystle had become a black mamba (the most poisonous snake in the entire world). She lunged at Shuichi’s neck and bit him. Shuichi then woke up (or so he thought); he was elated to escape that horrendous dream. He still felt there was something not right; he was awake but… he couldn’t put his finger on what was bothering him. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw a shadowy figure approaching from the foot of the bed. The vocalist would have moved if he wasn’t completely paralyzed from head to toe (he couldn’t move much admittedly, but even wriggling his toes was impossible). The only thing that he could move were his eyes; so he watched helplessly as the clairvoyant, mystical, beautiful, yet demonic figure hovered above him. It settled on his stomach and reached out with its ghost-like appendages and began strangling the vocalist below. He could do nothing except watch as this otherworldly being squeezed the life out of him. Shindou figured that this had to be another nightmare, but one he couldn’t awaken from. The only problem he faced was how to fully awaken himself. Since there was very little that he could do, he moved his eyes left-to-right; hoping that this would jar him enough to come out of this hell hole he dreamt himself into. Luckily this worked. When he woke up, his heart was racing and there was sweat pouring down his face.


“I wonder what’s wrong with him,” an unfamiliar voice thought out loud.

This voice startled Shuichi to say the very least; a doctor was watching him with concerned eyes and he noticed for the first time that he had the tube taken out of his throat. The doctor took out the tube in his throat because those rookies working on Shindou had been a little over zealous and put that extra tube down his throat when he only needed one from his nostrils to his lungs to make him breathe. Curious, Shuichi asked him flat out.

“Why did you remove that tube?”

“Those rookies put an extra tube in you that wasn’t required for you to heal properly. Are you completely awake now?”

“Yes, and thank the stars for that.”

“From the looks of it, you were having a nightmare.”

“Try two; one happened to be worse than the other.”

“Why don’t you fill me in on the details and maybe we could figure out what’s triggering these nightmares.”

The vocalist told Dr. Daichi Tanaka about the strange figure and how he was fighting (that’s what he thought) for his life.

“From what I’ve heard, it seems as though you’re going through something that is known as sleep paralysis. Sleep paralysis is a condition in which your body is temporarily paralyzed a few moments after waking or shortly before your descent into dream land. It’s caused when the brain wakes up from a REM (rapid eye movement) state, but paralysis of the body still remains. You are aware of what’s happening, but you unable to move. That’s probably why it freaked you out to when you saw that you were in the same position and place as you are now. Also, hallucinations accompany this state; which makes it seem like a dream. There have been stories of others who have experienced things like you have. Tell me, did you feel like something was sitting on your chest and choking you?”

“Yes,” Shindou quickly responded.

“I see. Did you experience more paralysis than normal?”

“Okay. Then I was right; that was sleep paralysis. I have two more questions to ask you and these pertain to the cause of this condition.”

“Fire away doc.”

“Have you been deprived of sleep or dealing with a lot more stress than usual?”

“To answer both questions, yes I have.”

“Well, now we know why this happened to you. I have an antidepressant called Fluoxetine which has been shown to greatly decrease the occurrence of sleep paralysis. Would you like to take some?”


“I’ll try anything just to have a good night’s sleep.”

Tanaka took out some blue liquid in his pocket and then poured it into Shuichi’s mouth. It s effects took were immediate and the vocalist was asleep within a matter of seconds. The doctor stayed for a couple of moments to monitor Shindou to ensure that he didn’t have another episode. After thirty minutes of observation, Dr. Tanaka came to the conclusion that the vocalist would be alright; so he turned off the lights; and left to attend his other patients.

Back in America, Rage left a set of instructions for her co-workers to follow and a note as to her future whereabouts. One of her co-workers had picked up the note and read it aloud so that no one could say that they didn’t get her memos.

“Dear everyone, I’ve left to manage Bad Luck permanently, but not for the reasons you might suspect. During my absence, Claude Winchester (or K for those of you who choose to refer to him as such) will be taking over my duties as Ryuichi’s manager. That means anything he says, goes. I want all of you guys to make him feel welcome as you did when he last visited with Shuichi. I love all of you all dearly, but if I find out that any of you all were demonstration poor conduct during my absences, you’ll be fired on the spot; and I’ll make DAMN sure that NO ONE hires you. I believe that I’ve made myself clear; and by the time you’ve finished reading this, I’ll already be in Japan.”

Sincerely yours,
Rage

As soon as Jillian was done reading the message, the aforementioned Claude Winchester walked into the room with his shot gun in hand. Though he still wielded shotguns and the shells, something about him was different. Everyone kept their thoughts to themselves, but K looked defeated somehow. Ignoring all the questions written on his co-workers’ eyes, Claude went in search of America’s (since he’s currently residing here) most peculiar characters, Ryuichi Sakuma. Luckily for K, he was in his dressing room coloring on the walls (celebs can get away with almost anything in America). It seemed to be one of his favorite hobbies, other than pestering (he calls it having fun) Shuichi. He closed the door behind him and caught Ryuichi staring at him; as if to say “What are you doing here?”

“I take it that no one’s told you the new… huh?”

Ryuichi merely shook his head no.

“Well, Rage and I have decided to switch for a little while, so from this point on, I’m your manager and she’s working with Bad Luck.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? I thought you’d be happy to have that crazy woman off your back.”

Taking on a more serious tone Ryuichi walked up to him and continued speaking.

“I get the feeling there’s something that you’re not telling me. I may act like a dimwit, but I’m not blind. Now tell me what’s up.”

Giving up he informed Ryuichi of Shuichi’s situation and how he ended up back in New York.

“You kept information like that a secret from me?” Ryuichi grabbed a hold of K while his anger gradually increased, “Me and Shuichi are like brothers. WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THIS SOONER?”

“I didn’t want to upset you.”

“And you thought me finding out this information from the media rather than you wouldn’t do that? How in the world did something like that happen? What’s happened to you? You never allowed anything this horrendous to occur before, so what’s changed? Have you become lethargic since your stay in Japan? The old K I knew would have never let something this disastrous happen. How can I even be sure that the same thing won’t happen to me while I’m under your quote unquote protection?”

K took Ryuichi’s hands off of him and put them at his side. Then, looking at the eccentric vocalist with serious, yet penitent eyes, he vented his frustrations. (A/N: Sorry, I have a severe case of writer’s block.)

“Look, I am so sick and tired of everyone getting on my case about this incident! I’ve already been beaten up enough by you, Rage, and myself! What happened is now in the past and there’s nothing I can do about it! One thing I can assure you of is that I’m a DAMN good manager and I won’t allow something like that to take place again. I have learned from my mistake and I will not make the same one again! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to prepare for your television appearance tomorrow at 7 am.”

On the other side of the world, a certain novelist had just arrived home and began the string of tasks that had to be completed immediately. He began with the one that would take the least amount of time, calling his older sibling to make her aware of his situation and the decision that he faced.

Mika heard the phone ringing, but who in their right mind would be calling her at such an ungodly hour of the night? Aren’t normal people usually asleep at 2 am? (A/N: I guess that makes me abnormal, because I stay up to about 4 am watching anime! ^_^).

“Hello and whoever it is you’ve only five minutes, so spit it out already!”

“Now is that any way to speak to your brother?”

“Oh…it’s you. Why are you calling me at this time of the night?”

“I need your help again and this time will be more than ever.”

“How so?”

“Well, after a conversation with the doctor, I was informed that Shuichi can’t keep the baby inside of him while he’s healing up, so the only choices we have are abortion or finding a surrogate mother. Since I know that the brat is definitely against the idea of abortion, I was wondering if you’d consider…”

“Being the surrogate? I’ll do it, but you know that Tohma is going to find out about the baby sooner or later, so why not go ahead and tell him already. Sure he’ll probably annoy you for being left out of the loop, but it’ll save both you and me a couple of hassles in the future.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow. Right now I have to get started on a cleaned up version of Blood and Ice because if I know Téa like I think I do, she’ll be coming over early in the morning to rub in what she tried to tell me from the beginning and I, quite frankly, want to be done so that I don’t have to listen to her yammering. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Later bro.”


Just as she’d hung up the phone, Tohma walked into the bedroom.

“Who was that?”

“That was Eiri, but that’s not important right now. Right now I need you to listen carefully to the words that are coming out of my mouth.”

“What’s going on and can this wait until later?”
Mika sat down on the bed and coaxed Tohma to join her before she disclosed the news. He might faint from the shock of it all and it’d be worse if he collapsed on the hard floor rather than the soft and fluffy mattress.


“Before I say anything else, you have to promise me that you won’t overreact.”

“Overreact? What do you mean by that,” Tohma asked in a slightly confused manner.

“Eiri made me swear not to tell you about this, but I can’t hide it anymore. Believe it or not, Shuichi is, how do I say this, with child. I know this seems like some kind of a joke, but I assure you it’s not. Shuichi is some kind of a hermaphrodite; because of that he is able to become pregnant. As you are well aware of, Shuichi is in the hospital, but due to complications beyond his control, his body won’t be able to sustain the child while he’s recovering, so I’ve been asked to be a surrogate mother for them since neither of them wants an abortion. I knew this is a lot to dump on you right now, but it is better that you found out sooner rather than later. Now that you know all this, do you have any questions for me?”

Struggling to find his voice Tohma responded in a low tone.


“How long have you been hiding this from me?”

“Two weeks and before you ask, it was Eiri that made me promise not to tell you.”

“Okay, so when are you going to go through with this procedure?”

“I’m scheduled to meet up with Eiri at 6 tomorrow. Why do you ask?”

“I wanted to be there to see this for myself. Now I think it’d be best if we got some rest so that we’re in peak condition for the situation that tomorrow brings.”

At six o’clock in the morning a shadowy figure armed with a bazooka crept inside (A/N: Gotta love those skeleton keys!) of Hiroshi Nakano’s apartment. The mysterious figure walked around until it found the bedroom. The lights were off; indicating that the person was still dozing. (Well, not for long, especially after this figure got through with him.) They opened the door and snuck up to the side of bed where the sleeping body remained unmoving and unaware of the events to take place next. The person took their bazooka and fired off a round of shots, hoping to awaken the guitarist. Startled by the noise, Hiroshi popped out of the bed only to find a familiar face staring at him.


“Rage? What are you doing here,” he asked slightly confused by her presence.

Not feeling like answering more questions, Rage simply stated:

“I’m your manager; Claude felt bad about what happened to Shuichi, so he asked me to replace him for the time being. He’s managing Ryuichi in New York, so there’s no need to worry about him. Now hurry and get dressed we have to go pick up Fujisaki because you all are going to Star 102.1 FM headquarters to promote that new single at 9 am.”

Hiro was a little stunned by the news, to say the very least. He knew that K felt accountable for Shuichi’s injuries, but he didn’t think K would do something like this. It wasn’t the first time Shuichi had been attacked, but then again, he knew nothing about the previous time with Aizawa. While he pondered this, he got dressed so that he could head off to work. Within a span of 10 minutes, he was ready to go (A/N: Hey when someone points a bazooka at you and orders you to leave, you don’t take your time about it). A voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Hiro, I know I should probably wait until we go pick up Fujisaki, but I trust that you can convey this message to him on the way to our destination. I need you and Fujisaki to act like nothing out of the usual is happening. If someone asks about Shuichi, you’ll both tell the press that he is feeling under the weather because we can’t chance the media discovering the real situation as it stands today. You remember how crazy they acted when they saw Tatsuha kissing Shuichi, thinking that it was Eiri? We don’t need a repeat episode of that and I’m sure Mr. Yuki would appreciate it if he wasn’t bombarded with questions about him. Now I need you to call Fujisaki and tell him to wake up because I’ll be approaching his apartment with the panda, and therefore won’t be able to contact him before we arrive.”

Understanding, the redhead merely nodded and did what was asked of him. Unbeknownst to the others, Fujisaki was already awake and heading to the studio, so when Hiro tried his home phone, he just got the answering machine.

“Hello, you’ve reached the residence of Suguru Fujisaki. I am currently unavailable; please leave a brief message, and your name. I will try to get back to you as soon as possible.”

Hiro hung up his cell and tried to call Suguru from his new phone that he’d gotten yesterday.

“Hello, Fujisaki, where are you?”

“I’m at the studio, why? Rage and I were going to pick you up via the giant panda robot, but since you’re already at the studio and then make our departure for the radio station.”

“Rage,” unaware of the situation at hand, Suguru thought that he meant to say K. How he mistook K for Rage, he was unsure, but he figured the slip up might have happened due to the stress of the events from the other day.

Since he knew that Suguru didn’t know about her, he thought it’d be best if he just explained when they arrived.

“I love you, but I have to go. We should arrive at about 7:00, so be outside waiting for us. I’ll talk to you later.”

With that, the guitarist put away his cell and joined Rage in her panda robot. How she managed to sneak up to his apartment with such a loud, overbearing, death machine (A/N: Let’s not forget what happened when Shuichi first went to America). He didn’t even feel the ground shaking. How is that possible? Hiro just shook it off; and vacated his apartment.

By the time they reached the studio it was 6:45; traffic was considerably lighter since most people prefer to keep their cars intact and due to this fact, they pulled over to one side of the street so that the panda robot could pass without causing massive pileups. Some even took pictures of that monstrosity. How often do you see something like that right? They might be able to sell the pictures for a couple of bucks. Neither Hiro nor Rage left the panda robot because they knew that Suguru could hear or see the panda, so they knew he’d be coming out of the building in a few minutes.

Sure enough, a short, green haired man came out. He took out his cell phone, since he had no other way of communicating with the others.

“Ummm….can one of you open a hatch or something so that I can get in?”

Hiro passed the message on to Rage and she opened a portion of the robot. The base of the right foot of the panda robot opened and the synth player entered it nervously anticipating the trouble that Rage would cause with this thing. Let’s not forget that she almost killed him with it. If he hadn’t been summoned to the other NG office, he’d have been one barbequed musician. When he had gotten inside, Rage closed the port; then she waited for him to get situated so that they could explain the situation to him. After about five minutes of fidgeting and generally walking around, Suguru planted himself on a box of Granny Smith Apples (A/N: The apples have been removed of course and replaced with other things like, unused tapes). When he was seated, they had informed him of the news and he could barely believe what he was being told. He could not, however, refute it, because the proof was right in front of him. Soon after the discussion, they took off and headed for the location of their radio interview. It didn’t take them long to arrive at their destination, so they stopped by a nearby Mc Donald’s and ordered some breakfast. Hiro bought a simple bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit. While Rage, on the other hand, ordered a smorgasbord of food. When questioned about it, she said that it was for the people at the radio station. That was a lie; she ate a lot, but oddly enough, she didn’t gain any weight. Fujisaki ordered two sausage McGriddles; one for now; and he’d save the other for later.


Fifteen minutes later, the gang had finished their meal, and was heading back to the studio. Upon entering the building, Rage reminded them not to mention anything about Shuichi’s real condition. He had a cold; that was the story they had to stick to or she’d put a bazooka down their throats. Although, it wouldn’t be the first time for Suguru, he wished to avoid that in any way he could. They walked down the hall of the studio until they saw a stocky person, with brown eyes, black and red hair in choppy layers, standing in their way. He was immediately suspicious of the group because lately fans have been impersonating rock stars in order to meet the voice of Star 102.1, Yamato Suzuki, and he had to be sure that the people before him were the real Mc Coy, so to speak. He decided to ask a series of questions that not even the hardcore Bad Luck fans knew.
“Hold it right there, I need to know a couple of things about you before you even think of going any further. What is Shuichi’s least favorite thing to do? All his fans think it’s avoiding the paparazzi, but that’s not true.”

Hiro, being that he was Shuichi’s best friend, answered the question with confidence radiating in his voice.

“That would be going to visit his mother and sister because they always ask if he could get Eiri Yuki’s autograph.”

“That’s correct, but can you answer this next question? There are very little confidential secrets that the public is unable to unearth, but can you? What really happened on Eiri Yuki and Shuichi Shindou’s trip to New York?”

No one spoke for a couple o f minutes and the man assumed he was right in his assumption that they were cosplayers. However, before he could shoo them out of the studio, a voice cut in. Surprisingly enough it was Rage who answered this time.

“They went to visit the grave of Yuki Kitazawa so that they both could have some closure, but while on the trip, they ran into Kitazwa’s transvestite sibling, Yoshiki. Unfortunately, Yoshiki caused a couple of complications which forced them to take in her nephew. That’s why they came back with the little guy.”

Shocked by the comments Rage had made, Hiro and Suguru turned to her and asked if that was true, but before she could, the man confirmed this news.

“That’s a little more than what I asked you about, but nonetheless, you are right.”

Convinced that they were the real deal, the guard was about to pass when a thought struck him, thereby causing him to voice this concern.

“Hey wait, where’s Shuichi?”

Sticking to the script that the trio verbally rehearsed, Hiro answered the man.

“He’s sick; his private doctor told him to take some time off so that he could get better. Don’t worry it’s nothing serious.”

“Okay, I’ll let you guys through, but if I find out that you’re imposters, you won’t have to worry about going anywhere, if you catch my drift.”
Glad that they happened to be the real deal they just kept on walking until they came across a room with decorations galore. They entered this room and were immediately greeted with handshakes and hugs. However, the same question popped up again.

“Where is Shuichi,” Mr. Suzuki asked.

Hiro, being the only one able to keep a straight face, answered the radio personality.

“He’s feeling a little under the weather, so his private doctor insisted that he take some time off.”

Accepting this as the truth, Mr. Suzuki began his broadcast; introducing the listening audience to one of their favorite bands minus the vocalist.

“Hey, all you people out there tuning into my broadcast; this is Yamato Suzuki; the mouth of the east (A/N: I kind of borrowed that and modified it; if you watch wrestling, you’ll get the reference); how are you guys doing today? I’ve got one of the hottest bands in my studio and I’ll give out 5000 yen to the first person who can tell me who it is. Just hit me up at 1-800-Star-1021; the first caller to correctly identify this band will win the cash prize for today, but don’t sweat it if you aren’t the first one, because we’ll be giving away even more prizes later in the day.”

In a matter of seconds all the phones were ringing in the studio. Mr. Suzuki picked up the phone that was closest to him. On the phone was an overly excited brunette, whose heart was racing and hoping that she would be the one to win that money.

“Hello, you’re on with the voice of the east, Yamato Suzuki.”

“AHHH! OH MY GOD! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! I’M ON THE RADIO WITH YAMATO SUZUKI,” the excited girl shouted.

“Believe it; this is Mr. Suzuki. Now what is your guess young lady?”

After taking a moment to calm herself down, the fan replied,” Is it Bad Luck?”

“Oh…I’m sorry, but it looks like this fan has taken the prize for this morning. May I ask your name?”

“It’s Aiko Miyazawa.”

“Well, Miss Aiko, you’ve won our prize; tell everyone your favorite radio station and the place that gives out the most prizes.”

“STAR 102.1.”

“Now that our guests have been identified as the iconic band Bad Luck, we will start opening the questions forum. The members will try to answer most if not all the questions that you fans have sent in to them. Let’s see, our first letter comes from a fan named Amethysts R. Mine. She asks, “What can we, Bad Luck fans, expect to see that we’ve not been able to during your other performances?”

The redhead chose to answer this one.

“As always there’ll be enthusiasm and love for our fans, but as far as a difference from now and then, the lyric quality and depth of the songs will make tears stain your eyes and put a smile on your face when you’re blue.”

“Very well articulated Hiroshi, hearing that makes me want to get you guy’s next album as soon as it hits the stores, by the way, when is that?”

“Sorry, but you’ll have to wait at least another year, but we do have a new single that I think all our fans would love to hear. It’s the final single from our album Gravity; the song is “In the Moonlight.” Shuichi and I actually wrote this song together. If he wasn’t sick, he’d have been the one to premier it because it’s his favorite one off the entire cd.


“Well, you lucky fans are about to hear it here first. Here it is, Bad Luck’s brand new single “In the Moonlight” off of their album Gravity. If you haven’t picked up your copy, this song is another reason you should.”

While the song was playing, Hiro, Fujisaki, Rage, and the others talked amongst themselves. This helped to ease the tension that was building up within each of them. It was a miracle that no one had spilled about the Real condition of the vocalist resting in the hospital. It’s the only thing they had on their minds besides the upcoming concert in Tokyo that was only four weeks away. What are they going to do if the doctor’s predictions are wrong? Those rookies didn’t look like they’d been there long enough to even perform brain surgery, so who’s to say how well or poorly they did their jobs. It doesn’t take a genius to wrap up someone’s injuries and make a prediction of the estimated healing period.

After the song had finished playing, there were several calls coming in to ask if Star 102.1 FM would play that song again. Of course, the station complied, not wanting to disappoint their fans. Hiro and the others were glad that the public was so approving of their next single. It made the day a little better knowing that their fans still loved them even though they had no idea about the problems facing the group right now. Finally, the clock struck one and Rage proceeded to haul the other two off to their television guest spot location. They were scheduled to play patients in the hit drama series House. Shuichi was supposed to be one of the victim’s closest friends, but that could not happen now. Thankfully, Rage called the studio and informed them of this ahead of time or there’d be more questioning about the location of their buddy Shuichi. That’s the last thing they want to be reminded of; the vocalist lying in a hospital bed, barely clinging to life. No, he wasn’t going to die, but he was very close to the edge of cliff that separates life and death.


(1)-This site actually exists; though it’s all in Japanese. I didn’t know that; it was just something I made up on the spot.
(2)- I know he’s not known for being Mr. Romantic, but I had to make him a little more caring order for this fiction to work.
(3)-Piece of S*** in French.
(4)-Sleep Paralysis is no laughing matter; I’ve been through this before and it scared the daylights out of me. Unfortunately, it’s completely normal and anyone with high levels of stress WILL go through this at some point in their life.
(5)-I gave the child a name because it was getting annoying to keep referring to it as “the child or the baby,” but even with that, there’s no guarantee that it’ll be a girl. Oh and FYI: I have already named the baby (it’s not named Krystle) and you’ll have to wait quite a while to find out the gender.
(6)- Thanks SaiyukiAnyone? (from Yahoo Answers) for the doctor’s name!
(7)-I know Ryuichi is not prone to acting like this, but with a matter like the one concerning Shuichi, I couldn’t help but make him mad because I was too. How dare he keep that information a secret!
(8)- Star 102.1 is a local radio station where I live that plays any thing from Hip-hop; R&B; Rock; and Pop.