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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 confronts his grandmother and her
sisters and finally comes to a decision about Shuichi.

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.

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Chapter
15: Eiri's Face Off

Eiri's head was spinning.� He felt violently ill.� It felt like he was suffocating.� Eiri did not want to believe it.� It was too radical, too extreme.� It was like something out of a book or an
original Lifetime movie.� He wanted to
bury his head in the sand and forget everything he just heard, pretend it never
happened and go back to the way things used to be.� Go back to what he knew and was comfortable
with.� It was as if learning that face on
the milk carton belonged to you.� You did
not want to believe it, could not believe it, even though the evidence was
slapping you in the face.� Everything he
used to know, his whole world had been one giant lie fabricated by his own
family.

��

This was too much.

��

Because his mother was a Neutral, his abandoning his
family had translated into all Neutrals not being worth spit.� If his mother could be a heartless jerk, than
what was to stop the rest of them from being the same way?� He knew it was unfair, but that was how his
brain processed the whole affair.� It was
how he coped with the rejection.� And
that transferred into alienating the only person he ever felt a strong
attraction for, a yearning for, a connection with.

��

This was their entire fault.� His indecision over what to do now about his
and Shuichi's relationship was because of them!

��

Eiri did not get it.�
How could his father agree to something like that?� How could he allow his mother to just waltz
right in and take over his life like that?�
His father could not have loved the man whom he married, the man whom
borne his children very much if he so willing went along with his mother's
dastardly plan and let her toss him into the wind like a piece of useless lint.

��

The mind numbing shock was slowly starting to give way
to blind fury.

��

He spent his entire life despising someone he thought
hated him and wanted nothing to do with, but now everything he knew was no
longer valid.� Did these people
understand what kind of hell they put him through?

��

Before he had time to think about it, Eiri found
himself striding out of the shadows beside the temple towards the three old
biddies.� His grandmother and her two
sisters were still chatting away without a care in the world and had yet to
notice him.

��

��ka is such a beautiful girl,� his grandmother was
saying softly.

�Very kind and considerate,� Aunt Sanami agreed,
nodding.

�And quiet,� Aunt Shuri exclaimed.� �She'll make a very obedient wife for Eiri.�

��

That stopped Eiri cold.� He blinked in confusion, his burning fury
ebbing away in the face of his bewilderment.�
This must be the girl his father was trying to get him to marry, the
girl Tatsuha told Shuichi about.� It was
the reason why he chose to go to Tokyo
last weekend instead of coming to his father's dinner party.� He stopped to think.� If he would have known all this before, he
could have blown off the interview and actually came to dinner with
Shuichi.� That would have been
great.� Just seeing the expression on his
old man's face would have been worth the visit back home.� Maybe he could still do that.� That would really get their goat, especially
when they realize not only was Shuichi a man, but a Neutral?� Oh, yes.�
He would be more than eager to come home for a visit.� But was it right to use the kid like that, to
get his family off his back?� What about
afterwards?� Would he be able to handle
something he spent his whole life hating?

��

All that would have to wait though.� First things first.� He had to deal with his grandmother and her
two sisters.

��

A surge of rage poured over him.� Who did they think they were toying with his
life like this as if he were some brainless idiot?� What gave them the right to carve out a
future for him and screw up everything he worked so hard for?� Damn them all to hell!

��

�And of course,� Eiri said irately, stepping forward,
�my opinion doesn't count.�

��

Grandmother Maki spun around, a hand over her
heart.� �Eiri,� she gasped in surprise.

��

�Eiri,� Aunt Sanami and Aunt Shuri shrieked in
frightened surprise as they caught sight of the blond writer.

��

He nodded his head somewhat politely in their
direction.

��

�When did you get here?� Aunt Shuri asked her nephew
in pleased astonishment as she swept forward to embrace him.

��

�A while ago,� he said stoically.� When his aunt let him go he felt dirty,
soiled, and desperately wanted to shower.

��

�You look good, Eiri,� Aunt Sanami commented hugging
her nephew as well.

��

�Thank you,� he grunted, feeling slightly embarrassed
despite everything.� He felt twice as
dirty now.� A nice long, scolding soak in
the bathtub was what he needed.� It felt
as if he was covered in the filth that was his family's corrupted lies.

��

�We missed you at dinner on Friday, Eiri,� Grandmother
Maki said poignantly.

��

Cannot say the same thing, Eiri thought.� �I had a previous engagement,� he
admitted.� �If I had known before that my
father was planning a family get together, I would have made the extra effort
to attend,� he lied effortlessly.� His
speech was fluid and flawless, each word accentuated carefully.� He was trying to keep himself as composed and
polite as he could.� As angry and upset
as he was with every single Uesugi right now, he did not want to make a scene
and this way, he might just be able to figure out just what they thought they
were doing.� �As it were, I had a
scheduled interview and photo shoot in Tokyo
with a very celebrated journalist that could not be broken.��

Silence descended upon the group, which Eiri had no
inclination to break.� He regarded the
elder Uesugi women, trying to keep his swelling anger in check, but he could
see his grandmother was not bothering to hide her fury that rising rapidly.

��

�Eiri, this has got to stop,� Grandmother Maki
exploded.

��

Eiri's eyebrow shot up.� �What has to?�

��

�This!� This!�
she exclaimed, gesturing wildly at him.

��

Oh, that clarifies things, he thought.

��

�You're twenty-two, Eiri,� Aunt Shuri reminded him.

��

Eiri barely managed to stop himself from rolling his
eyes.� Thanks, he thought
sarcastically.� I never would have
remembered.

��

�And it's about time you started taking on more
responsibility around here.�

��

Eiri glared suspiciously at her.� And what was that supposed to mean?

��

�This little rebellion of yours has gone on long
enough,� Grandmother Maki stated firmly.

��

Oh, so now it was a rebellion!

��

�You're father is too soft with you boys!� He lets you get away with way too much,� she
snapped angrily.� �First he lets Tatsuha
runs off with that-that-that gay rock star, that freak who's perverting
and corrupting that innocent boy!�

��

Eiri chuckled softly in amusement.� Tatsuha?�
Innocent?� Ryuichi was perverting
and corrupting him?� Please!� If anything, it was the other way around.

��

�And then there's you!�

��

Eiri raised an eyebrow at that.� Oh?� He
crossed his arms over his chest and waited.�
He could not wait to hear this.

��

�First off, you stand out way too much!�

��

Aunt Shuri nodded in agreement.� �That milky white skin, that blond hair and
yellow eyes!�� She clucked her tongue.

Eiri's eye twitched.�
Oh, so now, it was his fault he looked like this and his genes had
nothing to with it whatsoever?

��

And of course, Aunt Sanami had to add her two
cents.� �And that earring-�

��

That was it!�
Enough was enough!� �So sorry
we're all so screwed up,� he shouted furiously.�
He had the pleasure of seeing his grandmother and aunts pale and back
away from him in fright.� �But you see,�
he continued in false sweetness, �we grew up without a mother!�

��

The women just stood there staring at him as if he had
grown a second head.

��

His grandmother was the first to recover.� �How dare you,� she hissed.

��

�No, how dare you!�

��

Aunt Shuri and Sanami gasped at the gull of their
nephew.

��

�How dare you try to rule this family like a
dictatorship?� What the fuck do you know
about anything?� Just because your life
has been nothing but a miserable, fucked up existence doesn't give you the
right to make everyone else around you miserable too!�

��

That was all too true.�
His grandmother's parents, his great grandparents, arranged her marriage
before she was even born.� Grandmother
Maki was raised strictly in the traditional Japanese role of dutiful housewife.� She had no say in anything pertaining to her
life.� As much as she had hated it, she
said nothing and played along.� She did
everything expected of her.

��

�Father found someone he loved, someone he could spend
the rest of his life with and you hated that!�
Honor.� Tradition.� Bullshit!�
You were jealous.� You were given
no choices and you were going to make damn sure that your children didn't
either.� And don't think I don't know
what that dinner on Friday really was.�
It's never crossed any of your minds that I may be seeing someone?� That I have no desire whatsoever of marrying
some dumb chick just so I can produce an heir?�
I'm not like you and I have no desire to be!�

��

�Eiri,� Grandmother Maki scolded.� She stepped towards her grandson.� �Have some respect!�

��

Eiri held back a growl and squinted at his grandmother
angrily.� She had the gull to talk about
respect?� After everything she did?

��

�Ayaka Usami is the only daughter of the Ryugan Temple.� She is a very proper young lady.�

��

Eiri rolled his eyes.�
And he should care because�?

��

�She would make a very humble wife.�

��

Humble?� What
century was she living in?

��

What a minute.�
Ayaka Usami?� Daughter of the
Ryugan temple?� Why did that name sound
familiar?� Eiri shrugged it off.� It did not really matter who she was because
he did not intend to marry her or any chick now or ever.� He did not care how disrespectful or
dishonorable he was being.� �I don't care
who she is,� Eiri snapped.� �I don't care
how nice, pretty, modest, prim and proper she may be.� If I'm going to get married, I'll choose my
own bride!�� A picture of his pink haired
singer flashed through his mind and his heart soared.

��

�Eiri dear,� Aunt Sanami said.� She stepped forward and laid a hand on his
arm.� �See reason!� Ms. Usami-�

��

�-is someone I have no interest in,� Eiri
snapped.� �She could be the last female
on the face of the planet and I still would not touch her.� I would rather let the Human species die out
then betray Shuichi.�

The three older women gasped.

��

Eiri blinked.�
Where did that come from?�
Strangely enough, he meant it.�
Shaking his head, he gave them a not so polite once over.� And with a sneer, he turned on his heel and
marched off towards his car, slipping on his sunglasses as he went.

��

Here was to hoping he did not run into anyone else.

��

As he made his way across the yard to the driveway, he
heard his father's deep chuckle boom above everything else.� Eiri's nails carved out trenches in his
palms.� He needed a cigarette.� He knew he had to confront his father
eventually, but right now, if he laid eyes on the man there was no telling what
he would do.� It was a wonder he was able
to restrain himself earlier.

��

Eiri wove around the dozens of cars to his black
Mercedes.� He was fumbling in his pockets
for his car keys when an annoyingly sweet voice called out to him.� Eiri closed his eyes.� Breathing deeply, he prayed for
patience.� He was in no mood to deal with
this shit.� He ignored the girl as he
unlocked and opened his car door.� That
soft girly voice continued calling out to him.�
He was sliding into his car when a small well-groomed hand appeared on
his arm.� Sighing in irritation, he
looked up and saw a petite young girl that could not be much older than Shuichi
with long shinning brown hair.� She was a
pretty thing in a long, simple skirt and plain white blouse buttoned all the
way to her neck and down to her wrists.�
She looked vaguely familiar, but he could not place where he saw her
before.� He really did not care either
way, though.

��

�Eiri,� she smiled sweetly and innocently.

��

Eiri turned his head sharply.� He stared at her coldly.

��

The girl dropped her head and blushed a deep crimson
when their met.

��

He sighed in disgust and irritation.� He was not in the mood to play nice.� �Who're you?� he snapped angrily.� �What do you want?�

��

The girl was not put off by his attitude.� �Ayaka,� she whispered.� �Ayaka Usami.�� Her eyes rolled up and looked at him shyly.

��

Aah!� So, she
was Ayaka.� He looked her over once.� Once again, he was hit with a sense of
familiarity.� Then it hit him.� He mentally slapped himself for being so
stupid.� He could barely remember an
Ayaka from when he was growing up.� She had
been a very shy and quiet little girl who tagged along with him and Tatsuha
everywhere they went.� She used to follow
them around like a little lost puppy and annoyed the hell out of them.� It looked as if time had not changed her or
his feelings towards her one bit, especially not her fascination with him.� That was just great.

��

�When Daddy first mentioned the arranged marriage,�
Ayaka told him in a soft voice, �I was angry, but when he told me I was to be
married to you-�

��

�Look, Ayaka,� Eiri said.� His voice was strained with the effort to
keep himself from lashing out.� He
grabbed her hand and gently lifted it off his arm.

��

Looking at him in confusion, Ayaka frowned.

��

�I don't know what my father told you, but I have no
intention of marrying you,� he told her evenly.

��

Ayaka's face fell.�
�But, Eiri,� she protested weakly.�
�I love-�

��

�I'm seeing someone,� he said point-blank.� �And if I marry anyone, it will be him.�

��

Ayaka paled.

��

Eiri blinked, astonished once again at what seemed to have
come out of his mouth of its own accord.�
�Now, if you'll excuse me.�� He
slammed the car door, turned on the ignition and peeled out of the driveway and
down the street, not once looking back.

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The pen hesitated over the bottom right hand
corner.� Against his better judgment,
Hiro signed the check with a heavy sigh and then handed it over to his best
friend.� �Shuichi,� he sighed.� This was a bad idea.� He knew it.�
He had a feeling this was going to come back to bite him on the
ass.� What did Shuichi need �68000 for
anyway?

��

Shuichi shook his head as he took the check and stuck
it in his bag for safekeeping.� �Please,
Hiro,� he pleaded.� �Don't.�� He searched the older man's face
intently.� �Just trust me, okay?�

��

Hiro sighed heavily. �He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his
long reddish-brown hair.� �I do, Shu,
but�.� he said, opening his eyes and planting his hands on the smaller man's
shoulders.� �You're my best friend and
you know I love you, right?�

��

Shuichi smiled sadly at Hiro.� �I know.�

��

�If you were in trouble you'd tell me, right?� he
asked pleadingly, staring into those supernatural violet eyes.

��

�You know I would.��
Under normal circumstances, he would, but not this time.� This was something he had to take care of by
himself.� He could not drag anybody else
into this mess.� As Tatsuha said earlier,
he did the crime now he had to do the time.�
Besides, if he told Hiro what he needed the money for he would have to
tell him everything and the last thing he wanted was for his best friend to
know he used to be some mob boss�s concubine, nothing more than some
whore.� He would not be able to face Hiro
after that and he certainly did not want to tell him about Taki or Eiri.� Hiro would kill Taki and Eiri�Shuichi did not
want to take the risk that Hiro would let it slip about their relationship and
have it get back to the wrong people.�
Despite the fact that he and Eiri were at odds right now, Shuichi did
not want to cause Eiri any problems.

��

Hiro dropped his hands with a sigh.

��

Shuichi shouldered his bag and slipped into his
sneakers.� �Thanks, Hiro,� he told his
friend over his shoulder.� �And�please
don't tell anyone I was here.�

��

�Sure,� Hiro said automatically.

Shuichi opened the apartment door and stepped out of
the apartment, shutting the door behind him.

��

Hiro looked over his shoulder at the phone and bit his
lip.� He promised Tatsuha he would call
if he heard from Shuichi, but he also promised Shuichi he would not say
anything, but what if Shuichi was in trouble?�
He was his best friend and best friends looked out for one another,
right?

��

He walked across the room, grabbed the phone and
pressed speed dial.

+---+---+

Tatsuha slowed to a stop as a light turned red.� Sighing in frustration, he leaned his head
against the headrest and smacked the steering wheel hard.� This was ridiculous.� He looked up and down almost every street in
the damn city!� Where could Shuichi
be?� How hard was it to find a pinked
haired sixteen year old?� The ringing of
his cell shook him out of his thoughts.�
Reaching over to the passenger seat, he picked up his phone.� Checking the digital display, his eyes
widened.� Flipping it open, he cried
loudly, his heart beating rapidly, �Tell me you heard from him!�

��

�He just
left,� came Hiro's voice over the
line.

��

Tatsuha's heart was beating in excitement.� When the light finally turned green, he
floored it and weaved in and out of traffic like a maniac making his way to
Hiro's place.� His was deaf to the angry
protests that followed in his wake.

��

In his apartment, Hiro walked out onto the porch and
leaned over the railing.� He could still
see Shuichi in the distance, walking away towards the downtown area.� He relayed this to Tatsuha.

��

�Thanks, I'm
on my way.�

��

�Wait, Tatsuha,� Hiro cried over the line, trying to
catch the older man before he hung up.

��

�Yeah?�

�Shuichi��

A dead weight landed in the pit of Tatsuha's
stomach.� �Yeah,� he prodded against his
better judgment.

Hiro hesitated.�
��He, uh��

��

�He�what?�� Now
his heart was beating from an entirely different reason.

Hiro licked suddenly dry lips.� �You know that the advances we got from
signing with NG have not cleared yet right?�

��

�I�yeah,� he admitted.�
�Shu said something about that.�
Why?�� He was nearly there.

��

�Well, Shu came over here wanting to know if I divided
up the money we earned doing all those gigs and whatnot.�

��

�'Kay.�� Where
was he going with this?

��

�I told him not yet.�
I planned on going to the bank tomorrow morning.�� Hiro paused, taking a breath and gathering
his thoughts.� �He asked how much his
share was.� I told him and he asked
for�for �68000.�

��

Tatsuha blinked.�
�68000?� What does he need all
that�mon�ey�?�� His eyes widened as a
horrible thought occurred to him.�
Shuichi really would not�?�
�Shit,� he cursed loudly.� He
flipped his phone shut with a snap and threw his phone onto the passenger
seat.� He flew through an intersection as
the light changed to red.� He hoped to
God he was wrong.� Please, God, let me
get there in time!

+---+---+

With his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans,
Shuichi walked down the crowded sidewalk with his head bowed.� He stared at the ground, but did not really
see it.� With each step he took towards
the clinic, it felt as if his feet were getting heavier and heavier.� His heart hurt.� His stomach was in knots and he felt
nauseous.� His chest was tight and his
breathing was sharp and labored.� He
really did not want to do this, but what other choice did he have?

+---+---+

Watching from the shadows, Taki followed several feet
behind the kid.� He was careful to stay
hidden and not let Shuichi see him.� He
had been getting off the bus and on his way to his new job when he spotted his
ex-lover.� A surge of anger washed over
him.� Shuichi ruined everything.� Everything!�
Because of his big mouth, Kizou kicked him and the guys out of the
compound.� That same night, the
executives at NG denied them a contract with the new record company claiming
they just did not have what they were looking for.� On top of that, the pink haired idiot decided
that he did not need him anymore.� He
found himself a better lover.� Ha!� There was only one person good enough for
Shuichi and that was him!� It was about
time he showed him that.

---TBC---

Preview:� �Taki�s End�

A/N:� Taki.�
Taki.� Taki.� What are we going to do with you?� And poor Shuichi.� I�m glad I�m not in his shoes.� Will Tatsuha get there in time to stop the
pink haired idiot from doing something as stupid as what he�s
contemplating?� I sure as hell hope
so.� Stay tuned!
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