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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:� As Shuichi�s world is falling apart, he goes
home to speak with his mother, but things do not go as planned.

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

Inserts:� --

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

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Chapter
13: Shuichi's Second Confession

The argument he had with Ryuichi weighed heavily on
Tatsuha's mind.� He loved the man more
than anything in this world.� He
continued to defy his father just so he could be with the pop star and he did
not like it when they fought.� If Ryuichi
walked out on him, which he was sure he would do one of these days because of
his big mouth, he was not sure what he would do.� He needed Ryuichi.� The man was the air he breathed, the blood
that flowed through his veins.� Without
him, he was nothing.� Ryuichi was
everything to him and the last thing he wanted was to drive him away.� They say hindsight is twenty-twenty and in
his opinion so was foresight.� He did
nothing wrong.� He did what he felt was
right and necessary at the time and he was not going to apologize for that,
though he deeply regretted not trusting Ryuichi enough to tell him what was
going on, but agonizing over what he should or could have done differently was
a pointless waste of time.

��

Tatsuha walked out of his bedroom, wondering where
Ryuichi was.� The singer stormed out of
the bedroom after nearly ripping him a new one, but Tatsuha had not heard him
leave so he was somewhere in the apartment.�
He wondered if he should go find him and try to talk with him about this
or just leave him alone for a bit so he could cool off.

��

Speaking of which, Tatsuha had not heard a peep from
Shuichi since he locked himself in his room this morning.� He wondered what the boy was up to.� Shuichi probably wanted to be alone right
now, but Tatsuha refused to give the boy his space.� Shuichi was most likely confused and
scared.� The boy needed all the support
he could get, but then who would not in his shoes?

Tatsuha stopped outside Shuichi's door and tried the
knob.� He was surprised when the door
opened.� �Shuichi,� he called softly
stepping into the darkened room.� Was the
boy sleeping?� It was mid-day, but
Shuichi never pulled back his blackout curtains so the bedroom was shrouded in
deep twilight.� Blindly, he fumbled for
the light switch that he knew was somewhere on the wall besides the door.� Finding it, he flicked the ceiling light
on.� Tatsuha blinked in surprise once his
eyes adjusted to the sudden glare.�
�Where�?�� Tatsuha stepped out of
the room and glanced down the hall towards the front door.� He could not see Shuichi's shoes.� �Damn.��
He walked down the hall to the living room.� Ryuichi was standing in front of the closed
balcony doors, hugging his arms tightly about himself.� His head was bent forward.� His body was shaking with what Tatsuha
assumed was silent tears.� �Oh, Ryu,� he
said softly.� He despised seeing Ryuichi
like this, even more so when he was the cause of it.� He padded softly across the living room to
his boyfriend's side and laid a hand on his shoulder, but it was violently
shaken off.� �Ryu, talk to me, please,�
he pleaded.

��

Ryuichi said nothing.

��

Knowing he deserved whatever Ryuichi threw at him,
Tatsuha clamped a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder and forced him to turn
around.� Tatsuha's eyes widened in surprise.� Wrapped tightly within Ryuichi's arms and
getting soaked with the stream of tears gushing down his face was Kuma-chan,
the giant pink bunny Tatsuha bought for him several years back.� Tatsuha glanced at his lover with sad
eyes.� Usually Kumagoro was kept on the
shelf with all the other things Ryuichi had gotten from fans over the years,
but whenever the singer was feeling insecure or upset, Mr. Bear became his
lifeline, his comfort.� �Oh, Ryu,� he
whispered.� �I'm so sorry.� I didn't mean to lie to you.� You know that right?�

��

Ryuichi hugged Mr. Bear and dropped his head against
the bunny's wet pink head, nodding.� �It
still hurts, Tatsuha.�

��

�I know and I'm sorry.�
I know I should have said something, but�it wasn't my place!�

��

�I know that,� Ryuichi whispered.

�Forgive me?� Tatsuha asked hopefully, searching those
impossibly deep eyes.� He reached out and
traced a stray tear down already worn grooves in the singer's face.

��

Ryuichi shook his head.� �Not yet.�

��

Tatsuha dropped his hand with a sigh.� He had expected as much.� But in the meantime, they had other
problems.� �Shu's gone,� he announced.

��

�What?�� Ryuichi
lifted his face and glanced at him in incomprehension.

��

�Shuichi's not in his room and his shoes are
gone.� He must have taken off while we
were�arguing earlier.�

��

Ryuichi paled.�
�We have to find him,� he breathed.�
�Oh, God, Tatsuha!�

��

�I'll find him,� Tatsuha offered.� The last Shuichi probably wanted was to see
was his brother right about now.

��

�He's my brother, Tatsuha,� Ryuichi stated
firmly.� His face fell.� �And it's my fault he ran away in the first
place.�

��

Tatsuha smiled gently and laid a hand on his
shoulder.� �Ryu, don't blame
yourself.� He is going through a lot
right now.� I�ll go and search for
him.� You stay here in case he calls or
returns.� Okay?� I�ll bring him home.� Don�t worry.�
Besides,� he added, glancing at his watch, �I have to take him to the
doctor anyway.�

��

Ryuichi opened his mouth to argue, but snapped it
closed without saying anything.� Tatsuha
was right.� After the way he spoke to the
boy earlier, he doubted Shuichi would want to speak with him right now
anyway.� He nodded, albeit reluctantly.

��

Tatsuha gently wrapped his lover within his arms and
kissed the top of the singer's head.� �I
love you my honey Ryuichi,� he whispered in his ear.� Pulling back enough he planted a soft kiss on
his unresponsive lover's lips.� Letting
him go, he went out into the hall, slipped into his shoes and left the
apartment, shutting the door behind him.

��

Ryuichi watched Tatsuha go sadly.� He hugged Mr. Bear tighter and prayed that
Shuichi was all right.

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As much as he wanted to, he could not cry
anymore.� He had no more tears to
shed.� He was all cried out.� Now he just felt numb.� An unseasonable chill was blowing off the
water but it had nothing to do with the coldness he felt all the way down to
his bones.� No amount of clothes or
blankets could chase this chill away.� He
was scared and so confused.� He had no
idea what he was going to do.� Could he
confront Eiri with the truth about himself and take the chance that the man he
loved would walk out of his life forever?�
What about Taki and Kizou?� What
would their reactions be when he told them about the baby?� What about the baby?� As Ryuichi said, he was only sixteen.� There was no way he could take care of a
baby.� What if Tohma misplaced his trust
when he signed Bad Luck to NG and they did not make it big like everyone
thought?� Then what?� He had not gone to high school and had no
plans on going to college.� He barely
passed middle school.� He would be
screwed.� Just like Ryuichi said.

��

Shuichi laid his hands over his still flat
stomach.� If�if Eiri turned his back on
him and the baby�Then what?� Rely on Taki
or Kizou?� What if they turned him away
as well?

��

His head hurt.�
He wished this were some bad dream.

��

He slumped onto an empty park bench and stared blankly
over the calm waters.� He forced his mind
to shut down.� He did not want to think
about anything right now.� All he wanted
to do was forget.

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Out of the corner of his eye, Hiro spotted a bright
pink head sticking out among all the darker ones.� Signaling, he swung his bike around and
pulled into the park's parking lot.�
Taking off his helmet, he placed it on his seat and went in search of
that pink head he had seen from the road.�
It had to be Shuichi.� Nobody else
had hair like that, but according to Tatsuha, Shuichi had been feeling under
the weather this morning, which was why he had not been at the studio
today.� So, if he was sick, then why was
Shuichi at the park?

��

He found the singer easily.� Hiro frowned as he came closer to the
boy.� Shuichi looked terrible.� He had a dead expression on his face and a
blank stare in his eyes.� His face was
pale and drawn.� His eyes were red rimmed
and slightly puffy like he had been crying.�
�Shu,� he called.

��

Shuichi gave no indication that he heard him.

��

Hiro stepped around the bench and stood before the
singer.� �Shuichi.�

��

Shuichi blinked, bringing a tall man with long reddish
brown hair into focus.

�Hey,� Hiro said softly sitting down next to
him.

Shuichi blinked once at him and turned to stare
back out over the water.

Hiro frowned.�
�Shuichi?�

�Hiro,� the singer whispered.� His voice was thick from all the crying he
did earlier.� �Would a person who hates
neutrals be happy to learn that their partner is one?�

��

�What?� Where is
this coming from?�

�Would you be happy to learn that your partner is pregnant�especially
if there is a really good chance that the baby wasn't yours?�

Hiro did not like where this conversation was
going.� �Shuichi, what's this about?�

At any other time, this would have been when he burst
into tears and started blubbering like an idiot, but Shuichi was all tapped
out.� Instead, he gave his friend a sad
smile.� Shaking his head, he stood up and
walked away, vanishing into a passing crowd of people and leaving Hiro to stare
after him in bewilderment.

��

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Hiro shook back his hair and started to slip on his
helmet when a car slowed down besides him.�
He looked up curiously.� The
driver's side window rolled down and a familiar face came into view.� Tucking his motorcycle helmet under his arm,
he smiled.� �Hey, Tatsuha.�

�Hiro,� Tatsuha nodded monotonously.� �You haven't seen Shuichi, have you?�

�Shu?� Actually,
yeah, I just saw him.�

Tatsuha snapped to attention, an eager, determined
expression on his face.� �Where?� he
demanded.� �Where was he?�

Hiro blinked at the older man's tone.� �He was in the park, but he's not there
anymore,� he hurriedly added.

�Damn!�� Tatsuha
slammed a hand against the steering wheel.�
�Where did he go?�

�He didn't say,� Hiro answered silently, �though he
was acting kinda strange.� Well,� he
corrected, �weird for Shuichi anyways.�

Tatsuha sighed, cursing at himself and his situation.

�Tatsuha, what's going on?�

Tatsuha shook his head.� �It's not my place to say.�

Hiro nodded in understanding, but frowned even harder.

�How did he look?� Tatsuha asked silently after
several moments of nothing.

�Shu?�� Hiro
shrugged when Tatsuha nodded.� �I don't
know.� Kinda like he was down and out, ya
know?�

Tatsuha sighed.�
�Thanks, Hiro.� Did you see in
what direction he was headed?�

Hiro pointed.

�If you see him, give me a call?�

�Sure,� Hiro nodded.

�Thanks, Hiro.��
With a wave, Tatsuha rolled the window back up and pulled away,
vanishing into the heavy late afternoon traffic much the same way Shuichi had
not too long ago.

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Shuichi had no idea where he was going and frankly did
not care.� He just let his feet take him
wherever it was they wanted to go.� His
mind was a blank slate as he walked through the city.� He did not see the shops and caf�s he passed
or feel the sharp jolts as he bumped into one person after another.� He was deaf to their shouts and curses.� The squealing of brakes and screeching of
tires went in one ear and right out the other.�
He was a mindless zombie wandering aimlessly through the city.

He was not sure how long he had been roaming the city
when he found himself standing outside his parent's house.� He blinked violet eyes in shock.� Staring up at the non-discrete white house
that was several miles outside of the city, he gulped in sudden fright.� He suddenly felt like as if he was trapped in
a nightmare, where you are running but not getting anywhere.� His pulse was pounding like a bass drum in
his ear and his palms were sweaty.� A
flurry of butterflies fluttered nervously in his stomach.� He felt nauseous and knew it had nothing to
do with morning sickness.

As he stared up at the house, he suddenly knew what he
had to do, but part of him wanted nothing more than to turn tail and race away
in the opposite direction.� Banishing
those thoughts, he steeled himself and walked up to the house.� As he stood before the door, he almost lost
his nerve, but he knew his mother would be able to help him.� She was the only one he knew of that might
understand what he was going through right now.�
She herself had been barely out of high school when she had Ryuichi.

��

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and went
in.� As soon as he stepped through the
door, a melody of odors assailed his senses.�
There was a strong scent of disinfectant and papaya.� The house in its entirety had that just
cleaned smell to it.� Under that was
another mouth watering aroma.� His
stomach gurgled, reminding him that he had not eaten all day.

�Mom,� he called loudly.

�In the kitchen,� his mother shouted from the back of the
house.

He dropped his backpack to the floor, took off his
sneakers and slid into a pair of house slippers.� Feeling as if he were going to be sick,
Shuichi shuffled down the hall towards the kitchen.� He had never felt like this before.� It felt like he was walking to his doom.

From the safety of the doorway, he watched his mother
dash around the kitchen.� Half of the
island counter was a mess of measuring spoons and cups, bowls, spoons and
whisks, eggshells, spilled flour, sugar, vanilla and a variety of other things
he could not identify.� The other half
had several baking sheets with small round balls of dough sitting on them all
ready for the oven.� Cooling racks sat on
the counter on either side of the sink with cookies on them.� Several platters sat on the small kitchen
table filled with mountains of already baked cookies.

�Hey, Honey,� his mother greeted him as the timer went
off.

�Hey, Mom.� What
are you doing?�

�Making cookies.��

Mrs. Shindou grabbed a potholder from the mess on the
island counter and walked over to the stove.�
She took out two sheets of deliciously golden brown cookies from the
oven and set them on top of the stove.�
She then took the two from the island behind her and slid them into the
oven.� Closing the door, she then set the
timer.

��

�Why?�

Shuichi's mother took down another plate from the
cupboards and moved the cookies from the cooling racks onto it.� �A bake sale at Maiko's school.�

�Oh.� Shouldn't
she be down here doing this then?�

�She wasn't feeling good this morning.� She's upstairs sleeping,� she explained as
she set the plate on the table next to the others and grabbing a spatula out of
the mess on the counter, transferred the cookies freshly out of the oven from
the sheets to the cooling rackets.

It was now or never, he thought.� �Mom.�

�Yes, dear?��
Mrs. Shindou set the now bare cookie sheets on the island counter and
reached inside the large mixing bowl.�
She dropped rounded teaspoon balls of dough onto the cookie sheets.

�Uhm.�� Shuichi gulped,
licking suddenly dry lips.� His heart was
beating wickedly.� Why was it he felt as
if he were standing in front of firing squad?

�What is it, Shuichi?� his mother asked moving to the
second sheet.

�Actually, uhm�Mom, I'm, uhm�What would you say if I
told you�I'm pregnant?� he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.

�What did you say dear?� his mother questioned as she
continued to drop the cookie dough on the cookie sheets.

Shuichi clenched his hands and gritted his teeth.� �I'm going to have a baby,� he cried loudly.

Mrs. Shindou's hands stilled.� The ball she was forming plopped back into
the bowl.� Her head snapped up.� She glanced up at her son with a pale
face.� A thousand thoughts and emotions
played out across her face.� �That better
be a joke, Shuichi Shindou!� Because last
time I checked boys can't have babies.�

Tears formed in Shuichi's eyes.� He dropped his head sadly.� He did not understand how his mother could be
in such denial about her own child!� She
did this the other day when he asked her about taking him to the doctor so he
could get birth control.� �It isn't,� he
told her, shaking his head.� He lifted
his face and stared at his mother with pleading eyes.� �Mom, I'm going to have a baby.�

�What the fuck did you just say?� growled a voice from
behind him.

Shuichi gasped as his heart skipped a beat.� His tears stopped before they had a chance to
form.� He stood frozen, his violet eyes
impossibly huge as a wave of fear washed over him.� �D-dad,� he stuttered.

Mrs. Shindou dropped her gaze and busied herself with
filling the cookie sheets with the last of her cookie dough, trying to ignore
the confrontation between father and son.�
A quick check at the timer told her the cookies in the oven were almost
done.

Mr. Shindou marched forward.� Grabbing Shuichi's arm tightly, he swinging
the boy around to face him.� He shook him
hard.

Shuichi cringed away from the livid manifestation he
saw burning deeply within his father's eyes.�
His father�s face was a twisted mask of fury.� �That hurts,� Shuichi cried, trying to pry
his father's hand from his arm.

�This'd better be a sick joke!�

�N-no,� Shuichi sobbed as tears spilled down his face.

Mr. Shindou's eyes narrowed.� �No what?� he growled dangerously.

Tears blurred his vision and trailed down his face as
if a dam had broken.� �No, it's not a
joke!�

�You damn slut,� his father snarled, shaking him
harder.

�Dad, please,� Shuichi pleaded when the grip on his
arm tightened.� He glanced over his
father's shoulder at his mother who was removing the cookie sheets from the
oven and placing them on the stovetop to cool.�
Why was she not doing anything to help him?

�Not only did you have to be born this�this freak,�
he spit, �but now you have to go and flaunt your freakish mutation!�

Shuichi sobbed harder.�
�Mom!� he cried.

�Don't you dare ask her to help you!� My house.�
My rules,� Mr. Shindou snapped.�
He turned and walked back through the house, dragging Shuichi with him.

Shuichi glanced over his shoulder at his mother who
was placing the cookies that were already on the rack to a plate on the
table.� �Mom,� he wailed through his
tears.� �Mom!�� He fought his father's vice-like grip.� �Mom, please!�

Mr. Shindou flung open the front door, pulling his
struggling son behind him.� The door
slammed into the foyer wall, leaving a perfect imprint of the doorknob.� The door bounced off the wall and hit him in
the back, but he felt nothing.� His anger
blinded him to everything but the irritant he had been forced to live with for
the past sixteen years.� He literally
threw Shuichi out of the house and watched as the boy tripped down the
steps.� He felt nothing as the boy hit
the ground hard.� When his son winced and
cried out in pain, he still felt nothing but anger.

Shuichi pushed himself up, hissing in pain, and
glanced up at his father through tear-blurred eyes as he cradled his
stomach.� �Daddy,� he sobbed
piteously.� He reached out a shaking hand
towards the man, ignoring the slight twinge of pain in his arms and legs.� �Daddy, please!�

For just a second, Shuichi thought he saw his father's
eyes soften but the tenderness was gone as quickly as it appeared and the hard
mask returned, leaving him wondering if he had actually seen anything.

Over his father's shoulder, Shuichi spied his
mother.� She glanced around her bulky
husband with her eyes glistening with unshed tears.� He reached out for her.� �Mama!�
Mama, please!� Don't do this!� Mama!�

Mrs. Shindou turned her face away and vanished into
the shadows of the house.

Shuichi�s heart gave a painful lurch.� He sobbed harder.

�Until you fix this problem of yours-�

Shuichi glanced up at his father.

�-don't bother showing your face in this house again,�
he ordered.� He disappeared briefly, returning
with his son's bag and sneakers.� He
tossed them haphazardly out of the house.�
�Can�t believe I went along with this farce,� he grumbled irately under
his breath as he threw Shuichi one last glare before stepping back into the
house and slamming the door shut with such force the entire frame shook.� When the lock clicked, it sounded unnaturally
loud.

��

Shuichi curled into a ball
and sobbed.

---TBC---

Preview: �Eiri�s
Decision�

A/N:� Wow.�
That was harsh, huh?� Mr. Shindou
is just a bitter old man.� Bastard.� Anyway, what did you think?
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