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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:� It is a day full of surprises and one of them
may just be one too many.

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

Inserts:�
�Visions of Flames� theme song from Mirage
of Blaze OVA (I forget who sings it sorry)

A/N:�
Like my other stuff, this was out previously.� Hope you guys enjoy it. �Thank you to UnratedCrimsonBlood, RRW, fahaar, sun�s and stars, Acherona for your reviews.

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Chapter
11: I Do Not Understand

Monday

Still uncertain about the whole thing, Shuichi glanced
at Tohma Seguchi across the table.� �Are you
sure?�

��

�I like it,� Hiro said with a nod.

��

�Hmm.� I'm with
Shuichi,� Suguru said.� �I think it would
be better if we came up with some new songs.�
We've been playing these ones for the past three years and I think
they've been played out.� Frankly, I'm
sick of them.� I wouldn't care if I never
played them again.�

��

Tohma nodded in understanding.� He felt the same way about playing some of
Nittle Grasper's older tunes.� They were
far from where they wanted to be, or how they wanted to sound.� They just did not represent what Nittle
Grasper was or could be, but at the same time, it had introduced them to the
world and gained them their first legion of fans.� It got their name out there.� �Bad Luck has been an underground sensation
since its debut three year ago,� Tohma told the boys.� �But not everyone has heard of you, nor have
they heard these songs.� To most people
it'll be a sound from an awesome new band.�

��

Shuichi still was not sure.

��

Neither was the band�s keyboardist.� �I don't know,� Suguru sighed with a shake of
his head.

��

�Trust me,� the blond CEO of NG Production said.� He stood up.�
�Besides, you have the use of the best equipment in the world right
here.� We can rerecord the songs and
remix them into a multi-platinum selling record.�

��

Shuichi's eyes lit up.�
�You think we can achieve that?�

��

Tohma nodded.�
�I believe you can.� You have the
potential.�

��

The members of Bad Luck exchanged looks.� Suguru saw the determination on their faces
and gave in. �Alright,� he sighed.� �Fine.�

��

�Good!�� Tohma
slapped his hand on the table.� �We'll go
over all of your songs, change them as we feel necessary and then decide which
ones will be put on the album.� In the
meantime, try to decide which ones should be released as singles.�� He checked his watch.� �Why don't you head down to studio three and
start?� I'll be there shortly.� I have a little business that needs to be taken
care of.�� Grabbing his hat from the
table, he plopped it on his head and left the conference room.

��

Shuichi grabbed his bag and raced after his boss,
leaving Hiro and Suguru gaping after him in confusion.� �Tohma,� he called as darted down the hall
after him.

��

�Shuichi,� Tohma said as he paused in front of the
elevator, the down button was lit.� �What
can I do for you?�

��

�Um.� I was
wondering if you knew of a band called ASK?�

��

The elevator pinged and the doors slid open.� Both men hopped into it.� Tohma hit the L button.� �ASK?�
Not really.� Should I?�

��

Shuichi shook his head.� �I guess not.�
It's just that they claimed to have had a meeting with some top
executives here at NG a couple weeks ago.�

��

�Hm.��

The elevator pinged and the doors slid open to reveal
a brightly lit lobby.� The front of the building
was encased with one-way shatterproof glass windows.� You could see out but nobody could see
in.� A revolving door was flanked by
three ordinary doors on either side.� All
were made of glass.�

�Who's in this band?�

��

�Taki Aizawa, Ma-�

��

�Ah! �Yes,
them,� Tohma nodded as he headed across the lobby to the pressroom.� �I didn't sign them.�

��

Shuichi blinked in surprise.� �Why not?�
If you don't mind me asking?� I
mean, they're not my favorite people in the world.� In fact, I hate Taki's guts, but still, I
think they have a good sound and have the potential to make it big.� I think they could be something.�

��

Tohma nodded as they stood outside the buzzing
pressroom.� �I know.� I thought the same thing, but there was
something about them that turned me off.�

��

Shuichi nodded.�
That would have been Taki �I Do Everything That Moves� Aizawa.

��

�You said you hate Mr. Aizawa?� That means you know him?�

��

�Unfortunately, I do.�

��

�May I ask how?�

��

�Uh�Mutual friend.��
Close enough to the truth.

��

Tohma studied his young friend closely and
nodded.� �I see.� Don't worry.��
He patted Shuichi's shoulder, with a reassuring smile.� �I'll make sure Mr. Aizawa is not allowed on
the premises.�

��

Shuichi smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.� After the confrontation he had with the older
singer last week, the last thing he wanted was another one.� Especially if Eiri got wind of it.� �Thank you.�

��

With a final pat and a smile, Tohma opened the
door.� What had been muffled before, now
blasted out into the lobby, causing Shuichi to wince.� The president took a deep breath, plastered
that false smile on his face and walked into the pressroom.� The door shut behind him.

��

Feeling elated that he would not have to worry about that
psycho pervert while he was at work; Shuichi headed towards the bank of
elevators and went back up the studio, whistling.

��

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Shuichi yawned loudly.� His eyes watered and his jaw popped.

��

�Why're you so tired?� Hiro asked.� He pulled the guitar strap over his head and
placed the guitar in its stand.� �It's
only six o'clock.�

��

�I, uh, was up late last night,� he admitted,
blushing.

��

Hiro cocked an eyebrow in amusement.� �Really?�
Care to share?�

��

Shuichi's blush deepened and he shook his head as Hiro
laughed.

��

�Alright, guys,� Tohma said as he entered the sound
booth.� �Let's pack it in for the day.�

��

The members of Bad Luck breathed a sigh of
relief.� �Thank God,� they muttered.

��

They had been at it all day and had surprisingly worked
through three songs and a quarter way through a forth song.� Before now, the only way they had to work on
their songs was an amateur music program that Shuichi used to compose the
tunes.� He would burn the song to a disk
and hand it to Suguru who would fine-tune the arrangement.� Now they had better instruments, thanks to
Tohma, and access to a wider variety of sounds to tap into to get the full
potential out of their songs.

��

Shuichi staggered out of the sound booth and flopped
onto the couch with a yawn.� Closing his
eyes, he hung his head back and sprawled out on the couch.

��

�Here ya go, Shu,� came Hiro's voice.

��

Opening his eyes, Shuichi caught his bag that Hiro
tossed at him.

��

�Wanna go out?� the guitarist asked as he plopped down
next to him.

��

Shuichi shook his head.� �Can't.�
I�ve got plans.�

��

�Oh?� Gotta hot
date?�

��

Blushing, Shuichi nodded.

��

Chuckling, Hiro ruffled his friend's hair.� �Fine.�
Ditch me for your boyfriend.�

��

�Boyfriend?� Suguru repeated in shock.� He turned to stare at his singer.� �Since when?�

��

Shuichi looked at his watch and shot to his feet.� �Hey, look at the time!� I gotta go!�

��

�Hey!� Shuichi,�
Suguru called after the singer as he dashed out of the studio.

��

Tohma's laughter followed the singer down the
hall.� The keyboardist walked out of the
sound booth and turned to look at the longhaired guitarist.� �When did this happen?� I wasn't even aware Shuichi was into guys.�

��

Hiro shrugged.�
�No idea.� That boy is full of
surprises.�

��

�Who's he seeing?� Suguru asked as he sat down next to
him.� �Do you know?�

��

A picture of the blond haired man from Friday flashed
through his head.� �I'm not sure.�� Hiro scratched his head.� �I saw him once, but it was at a
distance.� I didn't get a good look at
him.�

��

�Why is he keeping him a secret?� Is he afraid of what we'd think, or
something?�

��

Hiro did not have an answer to that.� It confused him as well.

��

�I mean, I can understand wanting to keep something
for him, something separate from the band, but still!� He could have at least told us about this
guy.� Ya know?� Like, what�s his name, what�s he do�that sort
of thing.� It makes me wonder.�

��

Suguru had a point.�
What was Shuichi hiding?

��

�Speaking of dates,� Tohma said, breaking into their
thoughts, �have to meet my wife at the doctor's.� Until the morning, boys.�

��

�And then there were two,� Hiro said as the producer
left the studio.� �So, Suguru,� he
slapped the boy's leg, �whattaya say?�

��

Suguru blinked, still dumbfounded.� �I still can't believe that Shuichi has a
boyfriend.�

��

Chuckling, Hiro stood and dragged his friend out of
the studio.� �C'mon, let's go.�

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Tohma pulled out of the underground garage,
looked for a break in traffic and pulled into the early evening rush.�

As he passed the front of the building, he caught
sight of his pink haired pop star standing out on the sidewalk.� He slowed down, curious.�

Rolling down the window, he was about to call out to
the boy when a sleek black Mercedes Benz pulled up in front of the record
building.� The windows were tinted,
making it impossible to see who the driver was.�
As Tohma watched, Shuichi, a huge grin on his face and bouncing with
unbridled energy, shouldered his bag and hopped into the car.� The car pulled away from the curb with a loud
squeal.� Tohma stared after the car.� He knew there were a few of these foreign
cars around Japan,
but he could not help but wonder if that was not his brother-in-law.

��

+---+---+

As soon as Shuichi was in the car, Eiri pulled
him into his arms and kissed him deeply and thoroughly.� He revealed in the comforting warmth of the
pink haired singer's arms.� �Hmm,� he
hummed, pulling away with much difficulty.�
�I've been dying to do that all weekend.�

��

Flushed and his eyes gleaming with lust, Shuichi
blushed.

��

Checking the rear view mirror, Eiri shot into traffic
with suck force it flung Shuichi back in the seat.

��

�So, how was your trip to Tokyo?� Shuichi asked as he put his seatbelt
on.� When Eiri sneered, Shuichi
chuckled.� �That good, huh?�

��

�Hn.� Better
than going to that damned family dinner, though.�

�Tatsuha was complaining about it, too.� He said he'd rather be forced into marrying some
chick than go to that damned temple for a family dinner.�

��

�Who wouldn't?� Eiri snorted.

��

�So, he brought Ryu with him.�

��

As he braked at a red light, Eiri turned a stunned
face towards the boy.� �He what?�

��

�Yep,� Shuichi nodded with a smile.� His eyes sparkled in amusement.� �Tatsu said that your father was against him
seeing Ryu?�

��

Eiri snorted.�
�That's an understatement,� he muttered.

��

�But Tatsu argued that it was a family dinner and that
Ryu was family.�� That was actually
true.� Tatsuha and Ryuichi had a
commitment ceremony in their apartment a few years back.

��

�He probably did it just to piss off the old man.�

��

Shuichi giggled.�
�You guys hate him that much, huh?�

��

Eiri snorted.

��

Giggling again, Shuichi settled down in the seat and
flicked on the radio, flying through the channels so fast, Eiri was not sure
how he could tell what was on.� �Tats
said your father was pissed, but said you were right.�� He glanced at the older man in innocent
curiosity.� �What did he mean by that?�

��

Eiri sighed and sped around the corner when the light
changed.

The G-Forces splattered Shuichi against the passenger
door.

�My father has been trying to get me to settle down
and get married.�� Eiri rolled his
eyes.� �He wants heirs.�

��

Shuichi snorted, shaking his head.� �What's Mika?�
Chopped liver?�

��

�That's what I said.��
Eiri sighed.� �My sister did get
pregnant a few years back, but had a miscarriage.� They've been trying ever since to have
another child, but it's no good.�

��

�Why doesn't she go to the doctor?�

��

Eiri shrugged.�
�Who knows?�

��

Shuichi nodded sadly.�
That was understandable.� He would
hate to be in her shoes.� �Ya know,�
Shuichi spoke into the small lull that had fallen over the car.

�Hm.�

�I knew someone, this woman, who couldn�t get pregnant
and ended up adopting because she couldn�t get pregnant and from what Kizou
told me�� Out of the corner of Shuichi�s
violet gaze, he caught sight of Eiri�s grip tighten around the steering wheel
just the slightest bit.� If he did not
already know how his boyfriend felt about Kizou, then Shuichi probably never
would have noticed it.� ��she couldn�t
get pregnant because she�� Shuichi�s
face flushed brightly.� ��she, uh, didn�t
get her, uh, you know,� he said in an embarrassed whisper.

Eiri cocked an eyebrow.� His lips twitched in amusement.� �She didn�t�what?� he pressed lightly.

Shuichi didn�t know he could get this
embarrassed.� Right then he hated Eiri
for making him say it aloud.�
Bastard.� �She was so skinny that
she didn�t get her�you know, her, uhm��

��Her �little friend�?� Eiri suggested.

Shuichi breathed a sigh of relief for the aid.� �Yeah.�

Eiri thought about that.� He did not think that was what his sister�s
problem was, but it was interesting thought because Mika was a little on the
lean side.� ��And didn�t this friend of
yours know this?�

Shuichi shrugged as he reached toward the radio and
started playing with it, trying to find a good song.� Each station was playing commercials.� He swore that it was a conspiracy.� Those that were playing actual songs, all the
songs sucked majorly.� Why in the world
any record company would willingly allow their artists to put out crap like
this was beyond him.� But then again
there were some people who actually liked this music.� Why, he would never understand.� �I don�t know.� I think from what Ki�I, uhm, mean from what I
know I think she was borderline anorexic or something,� he managed to say,
stammering around his words.� �Anyway,�
he continued, getting back to what he was saying earlier, �Tatsu said that
there was a young girl there about my age.��
He scratched his head.� �I forgot
what he said her name was, but apparently your father and her father had made
some sort of arrangement?�

��

�Son of a bitch doesn't know when to give up,� Eiri
hissed.� He clenched the steering wheel
until his knuckles turned white.

��

�He said she was nice and very pretty,� Shuichi said
quietly, staring out the window.� He
could not blame the man if he decided to go through with this marriage.� He was a guy after all.� Yes, he could give Eiri's father an heir;
just like that girl could, but�

��

Eiri glanced at the boy out of the corner of his
eye.� �You're an idiot.�

��

Shuichi blinked at him in surprise.� �Why?�

��

�I don't plan on marrying some chick just because my
old man thinks it's a good idea.� If he
wants an heir, he can marry her himself and produce his own.�

��

Despite himself, Shuichi giggled.� �Good, because there's no way I'm sharing
you.� Oh,� he exclaimed suddenly.� �I love this song,� Shuichi cried.� Reaching for the knob that controlled the
volume, he twisted it, blasting the song at ear shattering levels.

��

Eiri winched.�
Could he not listen to music at a decent volume?� Why did he feel the urge to make them all
deaf?� When he heard his young lover's
beautifully magical voice singing along perfectly with the English lyrics, he
watched him out of the corner of his eye as he wound his way through the almost
bumper-to-bumper rush hour traffic.

�� Can't hold this feeling no more.

Just can't pretend to care for.

Half-hearted trips out to grab and hit the score.

I've come to see the light.

We're destined to ignite.

Long as we live, everyone has got the right.

Wake up your inner child.

Wake up your tender branches.

We've been�

We'll always be�

Here to stay and breathe forevermore.

Blazing away to be free.

The reins of power that live inside.

Believe in visions of flames and dream.

The sweetest dream testifies.

Blazing away to be free.

The heat that burns inside.

Believe in visions of flames and see�

�what lies beneath them all

�beneath them all.

��

Shuichi turned the volume back down when the song
ended and commercials came on.

��

�I didn't know you knew English,� Eiri said.

��

�Yep, it's the only thing I passed in school besides
P.E. and music.�

��

�Really.�

��

�Ryu told me that when he made it big he'd take me
with him on tour, but on one condition.�
I had to learn English.�

��

�Why?�

�It would be easier to understand and communicate,
especially if Bad Luck debuted outside the country.�

Eiri nodded.�
�That�s true.� So, did you ever go
out on tour with him?�

��

�Well,� Shuichi answered, scratching his head.� �Not really.�
I mean, a while back he flew me out to see him perform in New York.�� His whole face lit with a smile.� �That was pretty cool!�

��

Eiri glanced at his briefly in shock as he parallel
parked in front of a small deli caf�.�
�You've been to the US?�

��

�Yep,� Shuichi smiled, nodding.� �Have you ever been there?� he asked innocently,
unbuckling his seat belt.

��

�Several times,� Eiri said as he got out of the car.

��

�Really?�
Cool!� Why?�

��

�A couple of my books have been translated into
English and I've had to travel around the States to promote them,� he answered
as they stepped into the nearly full caf�.�
Eiri glanced around and found a seat in the far back corner away from
prying eyes.� He grabbed Shuichi's hand
and led him towards the booth.� He was
not so much as trying to hide Shuichi, a minor, as to hide that he, Eiri Yuki,
was here eating dinner in the middle of the dinner rush.

��

Shuichi flushed as he felt Eiri's warm hand envelope
his.� He glanced shyly at their linked
hands and then at Eiri.

��

Sliding into the booth, both men picked up a menu from
the round metal holder in the middle of the table, trying to decide what to
order then returned them when they decided what they wanted.

��

When the server finally sauntered over, both men order
a bento box.� While Eiri ordered a beer,
Shuichi ordered juice.� The last thing he
wanted was to get plastered.� He
remembered what happened the last time he got drunk and he did not intend to
ever repeat that episode.� However, at
the same time, he knew he had to tell Eiri the truth eventually.� Shuichi laced his fingers on the tabletop and
twiddled his thumbs.� The longer he said
nothing, the more difficult it was going to become, the angrier Eiri would be
once he realized the one person he thought he could trust was the one person he
could not.� Shuichi was not sure if he
could say anything.� He was scared.� He was not sure if he could take the risk
that Eiri might leave him once he learns the truth, but was it not better for
Eiri to hear the truth from him rather than to hear it from someone else?� Shuichi shook his head.� Who would tell�?� Shuichi gasped.� Taki!�
Dammit all to hell!� Knowing that
bastard, he would do something that sneaky and rotten.� Sighing heavily, Shuichi ran his fingers
through his hair.� He had never found it
more difficult to start up a conversation in his life.� For once, he wanted to remain silent.� �Eiri,� he called softly.

��

�Hm?�

��

The singer stared at his laced fingers, avoiding his
lover's golden gaze.� He could feel the
sweat already starting to form.� His
hands had a fine trembling to them.� �I,
uhm�What, uhm-�

��

�Here you guys are,� came a female voice.

��

Shuichi leaned back as their server set their drinks
down in front of them.� She reached
inside her apron and produced a straw for Shuichi.� �Thanks,� they both told the woman.

��

�You're welcome,� she smiled.

��

Shuichi watched her go and caught sight of a man
walking up to the cash register.� Another
man slid out of the booth to follow him and Shuichi found himself smiling as he
watched the man with a beach ball under his shirt waddle across the caf�.� Either that guy was having twins or he was
just about to pop.

��

�Disgusting,� came a muttered sneer.

��

�Huh?�� Shuichi
turned and looked at Eiri across the table.�
�What is?�

��

Eiri jerked his head.�
�Them.� People like them should not
exist,� he scoffed

��

Shuichi followed the writer's gaze and felt the floor
disappear beneath him, spilling him into an endless void of black
nothingness.� �What?� Shuichi breathed in
disbelief.� Please, God, let him have
heard him wrong!� He watched as the door
shut behind the pair then turned a pale face back to the blond man.� �Y-you don't really mean�How can you say
something like that?�� He felt numb.� He could not believe he was hearing this from
his beloved Eiri!

��

�Easily.� It's
true.�

��

�Eiri.� H-how
can you�I mean�� Shuichi sat back in the
padded seat, zapped of energy, with a shocked huff.� �I don't understand,� he whispered.

��

�What's there to understand,� Eiri barked, taking a
sip of his beer.� �Men make babies.� They do not have them.�

��

Shuichi's world shattered around him.� He watched through tear-blurred vision as the
pregnant man's partner helped him into the front seat of their car before
getting in on the other side and driving away.�
Shuichi felt his throat constrict over threatening sobs.� His chest tightened and he felt a sharp pain
in his heart.� He wanted to find out how
Eiri felt about Neutrals and now he knew.�
He just wished he didn�t.

+---+---+

Eiri glanced at his pale and teary-eyed lover out of
the corner of his eye an hour later.�
�Are you sure you're alright?��
All throughout dinner, the kid was very subdued and not his usual
bouncy, energetic self.� He wondered if
he was all right.

��

�Fine,� Shuichi whispered.� He wrapped his arms tighter around himself
and curled into the door, as far away from Eiri as he could get without falling
out of the car.� �Drop me off at Ryu's.�

��

�Why?� I thought
you were going to-�

��

�Please, Eiri,� Shuichi sobbed silently.� His eyes filled with water once again.� �Just�please,� he continued, his voice
wavering.

��

�Alright.�

��

The rest of the ride to their brother's apartment was
silent.� It was an uncomfortable and
strained silence.� It rested upon the
occupants heavily, like a physical weight.�
Eiri could sense the tension and the distance that had somehow sprung up
between them.� Even though he was not
sure why or how, he somehow knew that it was because of something he did.� He wanted nothing more then to pull the car
over and shake the truth out of the boy, but instead he said nothing.

��

Eiri pulled up in front of one of the most prestigious
and exclusive apartment buildings in Kyoto
several long and agonizing moments later.

��

�Thanks for dinner,� Shuichi muttered as he undid he
seat belt and climbed out of the car.� He
slammed the car door behind him before Eiri could say anything.

��

Once again, the blond writer did nothing.� He watched his young lover vanish through the
front door as he felt a heaviness slowly dragging him down.� A bolt of pain shot through his heart. �Mysteriously, as he peeled away from the curb
and steered into traffic, his eyes blurred and he chocked back a sob.� Why did he feel as if the world had suddenly
flipped upside down?

---TBC---

Preview:� �More Keeps Coming Unglued�

A/N:� Eiri and his big mouth.� Dumbass.�
Do you think they can work things out?�
I hope so.� They clearly are
deeply in love with one each other.� But
as if that were not enough, in the next chapter, Shuichi gets the second
biggest shock of his young life.� Can you
guess what that would be?
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