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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:� Taki.�
Tatsuha. �Eiri. �They are all converging in on Shuichi. �Who will get there first?� And what will happen when everyone comes face
to face?

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
16: Taki's End

Ryuichi paced the living room of the apartment he shared
with his long time boyfriend and partner, Tatsuha Uesugi.� He was restless and itching to go find his
baby Shu-Shu himself, but he promised Tatsuha he would stay here and wait.� The monk assured him he would find and bring
Shuichi back safe and sound, but that had been several hours ago and he had not
heard anything from his lover since.� He
was really beginning to worry.

��

Unbidden doubts and fears crept into his mind, but
Ryuichi shook them aside before they could fully form.� He would not give in.� Not yet.�
Kyoto
was a big place with lots of places for Shuichi to hole up in.� It was bound to take time, but Ryuichi was
not sure how long he would be able to continue believing everything was going
to be all right.

��

+---+---+

The yard and house were streaming with members of the
Uesugi and Usami families.� The children
were racing around the yard, playing ball, and hanging all over the trees
surrounding the pond.� Some of the
littlest ones were splashing around in the cool waters of the pond.� The teenagers congregated together in groups,
the females on one side of the yard and the males on the other.� They huddled together, whispering, giggling
and making eyes at each other.� The
adults spoke in hushed tones far from prying eyes and ears.

��

Tohma Seguchi stood apart from them.� His wife was sitting on the back porch
wearing a beautiful red and white flowered kimono and held a koto in her
lap.� An ivory pick that was strapped to
her thumb, the index and middle fingers of her right hand with leather bands
was striking the strings.� The two meter
long, 13 stringed instrument that is said to resemble a dragon echoed across
the yard in sharp contrast to the hushed stoic atmosphere.

��

This past weekend was supposed to have been a time for
the affianced to meet and get to know one another before the wedding, but Eiri
snubbed the dinner and ignored the party all together.� This get-together was supposed to give the
two families a chance to meet and see the betrothed together.� Tatsuha explained at the dinner party that
Eiri had prior plans and would not be able to make it.� Everyone had been angry, to say the least,
and rightfully so.� The dinner party had
been for him after all.� It was supposed
to have given him a chance to meet his future bride.� The real reason for the �family dinner� had
been kept from most members of both families, but either Eiri had somehow known
the truth or frankly did not care about some stupid family get-together.� Tohma had a suspicion it was a little of
both.� Truthfully, Tohma could not blame
the man for blowing off dinner.

��

Tohma looked up as Mr. Uesugi emerged from the
house.� �Father,� he greeted with a smile
bowing his head at the elder man.

��

�Tohma,� the monk returned as he passed him.

��

Tohma watched as his father-in-law walked across the
yard towards his mother and her two sisters, who were speaking adamantly, to
those gathered around them.� Those
listening wore aghast and angry expressions on their faces.� They were clearly shocked at whatever they
were being told.� He could not hear
anything that was being said and he wondered what was going on.

��

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Ayaka
Usami at the buffet table, shoveling food in her mouth as if she had not eaten
in years.� It did not look as if she was
even taking the time to chew.� Tohma
watched as she gobbled everything in sight in disgusted fascination.

��

He heard some whisperings earlier that Eiri had been
here.� He wondered if that was why
everyone seemed to be so hot and bothered.�
Curiosity getting the better of him, Tohma reached inside his kimono
sleeve for his cellphone and dialed his brother-in-law's number from memory.

+---+---+

As a traffic light turned red, Eiri slowed and waited
semi-impatiently behind a small compact car.�
He took a final drag on his cigarette and stubbed it out in his ashtray,
blowing out a thin stream of smoke out the partially cracked window.� Rolling up the window, he cranked the air
on.� The car turned instantly cold.

��

He still had no idea what he was going to do about him
and Shuichi.� He loved the kid, had ever
since he laid eyes on him in that bar a year ago.� You could berate him or poke fun of him.� You could say that he had a shouta complex,
but Eiri knew that more than anything, he wanted to be with the kid, to love
and be loved by him.� Shuichi made him
happy.� Eiri was well established at
having a cold, stoic, heartless personality, but when he was with the kid, he
found himself unable to stop smiling.�
The kid was constantly on his mind, whether they were together or
not.� He was always looking around for
him and wondered what he was doing.�
Without Shuichi, he felt cold and lonely.� When they were together, all he wanted to do
was keep him locked within his arms, make him happy, and see him smile.

��

The light changed and traffic moved again.� Eiri shut off the air and wove in and out of
traffic.� The outside world
vanished.� The sounds, smells and sights
that permeated the Kyoto
scene slid away and was replaced with a picture of his pink haired lover.

��

Despite the fact that Shuichi made his heart race and
his palms sweat, despite the fact that he wanted nothing more than to be with
Shuichi, it was still hard.� He was still
afraid.� Just because he discovered the
skeleton in his family closet, did not mean that anything changed.� He was not going to change overnight just
because everything he always believed to be true was now a big lie.� Even though he knew what he wanted, part of
him was trying to talk him out of it because of those deeply rooted fears.

��

Eiri sighed.� He
had to talk with Shuichi.� Maybe then,
things would begin to clear.

��

He slowed to a stop at another red light just as his
cellphone rang.� He grabbed it off the
console between the driver and passenger seats.�
He sighed deeply after he checked the LCD screen.� He did not need this.� Flipping the phone open, he snapped, �What
the hell do you want?�

��

�Well, hello to you too, Eiri,� came Tohma's soft
voice over the line.

��

Eiri growled softly and heard his brother-in-law
chuckle.

��

At the Uesugi temple, Tohma continued to watch Ms.
Usami stuff her face.� He was not sure
whether to be disgusted or fascinated.

��

�Was there a point to this phone call?� asked Eiri
over the line.� When the light changed,
Eiri floored it and blasted through the intersection.

��

�Actually, I was wondering what it was you and your
grandmother discussed that has gotten her and your two aunts so upset.�

��

Eiri raised an eyebrow in surprise.� �So you were there.�

��

�Yes and it seems as if you are not.�

��

Eiri snorted.�
Damn right.� He would much rather
lose his favorite body part.� Besides, he
had not even known about the damn family get-together.� Even if he had, he would be damned if he
would have shown up.� He did not get
along with most of the family for various reasons and there was no way in hell
he was going to act social around them when he could not even stand the sight
of them and vice-versa.� �Don't tell
me.� You got a new car?�

��

Tohma smiled broadly.�
�Actually, yes.�

��

Eiri rolled his eyes.�
That would explain why he had not noticed their car among the trillion
there.

��

�So?�

��

The light changed and Eiri sped down the busy street.

��

Sighing, Eiri told his brother-in-law about the
confrontation he had with his grandmother, Aunt Shuri and Aunt Sanami and then
later with Ayaka as he was trying to leave.�
Strangely enough, he had no reservations with telling him about his
relationship with Shuichi.� He was not
sure why.� Maybe it was because ever
since he realized he fell in love with the kid, all he has wanted to do was
stand atop the Kyoto
Tower and shout out to
the world.� It was eating him up inside
to keep it a secret, but he knew that was what must be done, with Shuichi being
a minor.� If it did get out or the wrong
people got hold of this information then he could be arrested and he would
never see his lover again.

Just the mere thought of never being able to see him
again was�A heavy weight dropped into the pit of his stomach.� It was something he did not want to even
think about.� He cleared his throat and
blinked away the tears before they had a chance to form.� As much as losing Shuichi scared him, he
trusted Tohma; just as he trusted his brother- who he was sure already knew-
not to say something, but not everyone was going to be like Tatsuha and
Tohma.� Those are the people he had to be
careful of.

��

Tohma sat on the porch besides his wife who was taking
a break from playing the koto.� He made
sure to keep his face carefully blank as he listened to his brother-in-law's
confession.� �Eiri,� he sighed after the
other man was finished.� He remembered
seeing Shuichi getting into a black Mercedes outside of NG just yesterday.� While it was rare to see a foreign car on the
streets of Japan, it was not
unheard of and Eiri was not the only one in Japan to own one.� He had had his suspicions, but had been
hoping they were unfounded.

��

Mika glanced over at her husband curiously.

��

Eiri sighed himself.�
He knew exactly what the man was going to say.� �Don't Tohma.�

Tohma had known both Shuichi and Eiri their entire
lives.� He cared deeply for both of them
and only wanted the best for both men.�
�You do know that he is just a boy.�

��

Eiri pictured his pink haired lover, his lithe,
boyish, but toned frame, his silky, strawberry scented hair and his soft full
lips, his velvety smooth skin slick with sweat, his breathy moans and cries as
he was pounded into�Eiri took a shuttering breathe and felt himself growing
hard just as the mere thought of his lover.�
Shuichi was more than a boy.� Oh,
yes.� Much more.� �I'm well aware of what he is Tohma.�

��

Tohma sighed.�
�I know you do, but�just be careful.�
Okay?�

��

Eiri did not say anything.� What did Tohma think he was?� An idiot?�
He would do nothing to jeopardize his relationship with the boy.

��

�Are you sure about this?� Tohma asked softly.� �You do know that this could-�

��

�Tohma,� Eiri interrupted.� �I know all this!� I'm aware of the risks!�� All too well and he did not need to be
reminded of them.� They plagued his mind
every single day!

��

�Just be careful, okay?� I don't want to see either one of you hurt.�

��

Eiri sighed.� �I
know, Tohma�Thank you.�

��

Tohma blinked in surprise.� Had Eiri just�thanked him?� Before he had time to mull it over, he was
listening to the dial tone.� He pulled
the phone away and stared at it.� He
shook his head with a chuckle.

��

�Was that my good for nothing brother?� Mika demanded.

��

�It was,� he affirmed with a small bow.

��

She crossed her arms over her chest.� �And?�

��

Tohma glanced at her.�
�And what my dear?� he asked her innocently.

��

�What did he have to say himself?�

��

A smile crept across the president's face.� �It seems that Eiri has found his own bride.�

��

Taken back, Mika blinked at her husband.

��

In his car, Eiri tossed his cell onto the passenger
seat.� Strangely, he felt as if a giant
weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

+---+---+

The clinic was a block away.� Shuichi's feet felt like lead and his stomach
was in knots.� It felt as if someone had
let loose a pack of butterflies and they were fluttering around inside of
him.� He felt so nauseous.� He was so sick to his stomach.� His chest was tight and his heart hurt.� It was almost like a bad case of heartburn,
but Shuichi knew the pain in his chest was not burning discomfort, though he
wished that was what it was.

��

As much as he wanted to, he could not cry.� His tear ducts were like a river that had
dried up centuries ago leaving behind a dry, cracked seabed.� None of this felt real.� He would give anything for this to be a dream
or a sick joke.

��

Licking dry lips, Shuichi swallowed painfully and
crossed the street when the light changed, but he moved like the walking
dead.� It was all automatic.� His feet were taking him forward, but he was
not aware of anything that was happening around him.� He could not hear the traffic noise, the
curses and angry honks or the jolts and shoves from the passers-by.� He could not hear their curses follow him or
see their annoyed glares when he bumped into them.� He was not aware of the man that was
following him, just waiting for the right time to strike.

��

Taki remained a discrete distance away, trying to stay
far enough behind the boy so that he was not spotted and yet close enough so
that he could keep him within sight and not lose him.

��

There was a war brewing inside of him.� One-half of him wanted to take revenge on the
boy for ruining his life and the other part wanted to make him see that his
decision to be with that perverted writer instead of him was the biggest
mistake of his life.� He wanted to prove
to Shuichi that he loved him more, that he would and could take better care of
him than that blond bastard ever could.

��

The leader of ASK wove through the heavy stream of
people that seemed to all be moving in one direction, against him.� He felt like a fish trying to swim against
the current.� He pushed and elbowed his
way through the throng of people, trying to keep his query in sight, but
finding it harder the longer he followed him.

��

After what seemed like forever, he noticed that
Shuichi had stopped moving and was staring up at an indistinct looking building
with a plain fa�ade with a face as white as freshly fallen snow.� As clich�d at the thought was, the boy looked
like he had seen a ghost.� At closer
inspection, Taki noticed that Shuichi was trembling.� No, the boy was shaking terribly.� Taki glanced back at the building.� Letters just as simple and plain as the
building spelled out �Kyoto Clinic�.� A
doctor's office?� Taki's brow furrowed in
confusion.� Why was Shuichi going to the
doctors?� The kid was the healthiest
person he knew.� All he ever needed was a
general checkup, but if that was what the case then why did he look like he was
going to his own execution?

Curiosity getting the better of him, Taki turned
toward a passing woman.� �Excuse me?� he
asked her.

��

The woman was young, in her mid-twenties Taki would
guess and had on a sharp looking black skirted suit.� She turned towards him with a smile.

��

�Do you know what kind of clinic this is?� he asked
her politely, pointing to the clinic over his shoulder.

��

The woman glanced over his shoulder at the doctor's
office and her smile slipped off her face.�
A look of disgust and aversion morphed her beautiful, sculpted
features.� �An abortion clinic,� she
sneered.

��

Taki gasped.�
His eyes were as large as saucers.�
His jaw dropped and his eyes popped out of his head.� He stared after the woman in stunned silence
as she marched off down the street and vanished into the crowd.� Spinning around, he gaped at the pink haired
boy.� An abortion clinic?� But how�?�
Why was Shuichi here?� Was he
meeting a friend here, giving her morale support?� Or was he the one with the appointment?� Taki shook that thought aside.� That was impossible.� Had he not just confronted the boy about
this?� And had Shuichi not admitted that
it was nothing more than wishful thinking?�
So, what was going on?

��

Before he knew it, he swallowed the space that
separated him and the boy, determined to find the underlying cause of this.

��

As Shuichi stared up at the clinic, everything
vanished.� The pain in his chest, the
feeling of numbness, everything.� He felt
detached from his body and from his surroundings.� It was like he was floating above his body
watching everything happen and he had no control over any of it.

He was vaguely aware of a sudden hand on his
shoulder.� He felt himself being turned
around.� Shuichi blinked, staring into
the black eyes of his ex-lover, but he did not see them as he stared at
them.� He knew it was Taki standing
before him, but at the same time, he was not aware of him.

��

�What the hell are you doing here?� Taki demanded
angrily.

��

Shuichi merely blinked.� His eyes were too wide and his breathes were
sporadic pants.

��

Taki growled in growing irritation and shook the boy
none too gently.� �Will you fucking
answer me?!� Goddamnit!� What is wrong with you?� Son of a bitch,� he hissed when the boy
continued to play mute.

��

Shuichi saw Taki's lips moving, watched as his Adam�s
apple bopped up and down, but he could hear none of the words coming out of his
mouth.

��

Taki growled.� This
kid was really beginning to aggravate him.

+---+---+

Tatsuha slowed as the light turned red.� He sat idly behind the wheel, drumming his
thumb against the wheel.� When the light
changed, Tatsuha decided impulsively to turn left.� As he drove, he kept one sharp eye open for
his brother-in-law.

��

He could not find Shuichi.� Trying to find him was beginning to turn into
a search for a needle in a haystack.�
After getting that phone call from Hiro, Tatsuha rushed to the guitarist's
apartment and from there, renewed his search for the pink haired singer, but it
was as if Shuichi simply vanished.� He
could not have been more than fifteen minutes away from Hiro's apartment when
Hiro called him.� How in the world in
that short amount of time, had Shuichi been able to melt within the shadows of
the city?� What?� Was the kid Harry Houdini, or something?

��

He was just about to reach his breaking point.� He knew he promised Ryuichi he would not
return without his brother, but this was beginning to look like a futile
search.� It was beginning to look as if
Shuichi did not want to be found.�
Tatsuha was just about to give up, but decided to check one last street.� He slowed and turned the corner.� That was when he spotted a pink head among
the sea of black.

��

�Shuichi?�

��

He slowed down as he passed what appeared to be a
clinic.� He glanced over his shoulder,
trying to get a better look at the person with the bright pink hair.� A sudden honking from behind him startled him
out of his musings.� With his heart pounding
in his chest, Tatsuha shot off down the street, trying to find an empty parking
space.

��

That was Shuichi.�
He was sure of it.

+---+---+

Eiri clamped a cigarette between his lips and slid it
out of the now empty pack.� He crumbled
the plastic wrapper and tossed it onto the seat besides him.� He was fumbling for his lighter on the
console between the seats when out of the corner of the eye he caught sight of
the Jeep Tahoe in front of him slow almost to a stop.� �What the fuck?� he snarled, slamming on his
brakes.� Tossing his unlit cigarette onto
the floor, he slammed the heel of his hand onto his horn, letting loose his
frustration with being caught in rush hour traffic.� �Fucking bastard,� he snapped when the car
peeled off with a squeal from the tires.�
Eiri shook his head.� �Moron.� They'll give anyone a license these
days.�� He was about to take off himself
when a flash of pink caught his attention.�
His heart immediately skipped a beat as his brain made the jump from
�pink� to �Shuichi�.� He was beginning to
think the kid was some sort of Wiccan or practiced Voodoo, or something,
because the kid had somehow managed to place some sort of spell over him.� He turned to look and everything seemed to
slow down.� He stopped breathing and his
heart stopped beating.� �Shuichi,� he
breathed.� Suddenly his fears and doubts
vanished and the clouds that seemed to have obscured his sight the past
twenty-four hours dissipated, leaving him with sudden clarity.�

A smile crossed his face, but it slipped off when his
golden hazel eyes landed on the hands gripping his lover's beautiful, supple
skin.� A surge of white-hot anger and
jealousy like he never felt before poured through him.� Eiri gritted his teeth with a dangerously low
growl.� His hands gripped the steering
wheel, squeezing it like he was trying to make juice.� That bastard was dead.� Dead!�
He warned him!� He stood nose to
nose with that bastard and told him to stay away from Shuichi!

��

Eiri slammed on the brakes and jerked the wheel
hard.� His Mercedes skid across the
street with loud squeals from the tires and kicking up dust and gravel from the
pavement.� Cars slammed on their brakes
and swerved hard to avoid him, painting the road with thick, black lines.� Angry honks filled the air.� There were the sounds of metal against metal
and the shattering of glass.

It did not escape him that that asshole Aizawa was now
plastered against the front of the building and not all over his
Shuichi.� Bastard.� What he did not see was a sixteen-year-old
boy staring at him with wide-eyed terror.

��

Half a block away, Tatsuha's heart leapt into his
throat.� He froze and watched a sleek
black car that looked very familiar spin out, causing several accidents and
dozens of near misses.� �What the hell?� he
wondered out-loud.� He watched as the car
spun, doing a near perfect one-eighty as it slid towards the curb�and
Shuichi.� �Shit,� Tatsuha cried.� He raced towards his brother-in-law as the
car bumped widely as it ran up onto the sidewalk.� The people scattered, screaming.� Tatsuha pushed past them as he tried to get
to Shuichi.

His eyes wide in terror and his heart thumbing wildly,
Shuichi heaved a huge sigh of relief as the car skidded to a halt several yards
from where he stood.� Moments later, the
car door burst open and a very familiar man stepped out onto the sidewalk.� Shuichi gasped and took a step towards his
lover.� �E-Eiri?�� What did he think he was doing?� Trying to get all of them killed?� �Eiri, what're�?�� His words died as he took one look at the
man's face.� The blond haired,
golden-eyed writer looked like a raging bull as he marched towards him.

The stunned and muttering people scattered out of his
way, clearing a path for the obviously psychotic man.�

Fear swept through Shuichi, taking away his
voice.� It froze him to the spot.� He stood staring at his lover, unable to
breathe, unable to move or speak.� He had
never been so scared in his life.� Violet
eyes could do nothing more than watch the pale god as he�marched right past
him?� What?� His fright melted away and a sense of calm
washed over him, followed closely by deep confusion.� Shuichi watched as Eiri advanced on a tall,
thin man dressed in a pair of black dress slacks and a matching jacket over a
brightly colored button down shirt.

He jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder.� He looked over his shoulder.� �Tatsuha!�

��

Breathing hard, Tatsuha nodded.� Licking his lips, he swallowed and bent over,
his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.� �Are�you�alright?� he panted.

��

Shuichi nodded, turning back towards his rampaging
boyfriend.

��

Taki backed away from the raging storm that was
heading straight for him.� To his
disgust, he felt himself shaking in fright.

Shuichi gasped and Tatsuha swore under his breath as
Eiri grabbed Taki by the throat and threw him up against the wall.

Pain exploded through the back of Taki's head as his
head smashed against the building fa�ade.�
His mouth dropped open as he tried desperately to suck in air that was
not there.� He wrapped his hands around
the one ringing his neck like a dishrag.

��

�Didn't I warn you?� Eiri hissed, shoving his face
into Taki's.� �Didn't I?� he yelled.� Eiri shook the man, banging him against the
wall.� �Did I not tell you to stay the
fuck away from him?� he hissed.�
�Huh?!� Do you remember what I
said I'd do if I saw your filthy ass again?�

��

Shuichi watched as Taki's face turned a vibrant shade
of blue.� His eyes were bugging out of
his head and his mouth worked like a fish out of water.� Tears blurred his vision as Shuichi glanced
at his lover's contorted face.� Those
golden hazel eyes were cold and hard.�
His chest tightened and his throat constricted against a sob.� He had to stop Eiri before he killed
Taki.� As much as he hated the lead
singer of ASK, he did not want him dead, especially if it meant Eiri being
arrested and thrown in jail for the rest of his life.� He loved Eiri.� Eiri was his entire world.� He needed him.� If he lost him, he would die.� He would seriously die.� Shuichi rushed forward and grabbing Eiri's
hands, pulled on them, but Eiri's arms were like steel.

��

Tatsuha gave a start.�
�Shuichi,� he called out, reaching out for the boy.� That was when he became aware of their
audience.� An ever growing crowd of
people surrounded them, whispering and pointing.� He thought he heard someone say something
about the cops.� �Dammit,� he
whispered.� That was all they needed.� He was just glad nobody had recognized his
brother yet.� Even though Eiri was a best
selling author, his picture was not plastered on the backs of his books and he
hardly ever made public appearances, hardly ever did interviews and never did
photo shoots.� As well known as he was,
there were a limited number of people who actually knew who he was.� Right now, Tatsuha was glad fort that.

��

�Eiri!� Eiri,
please!�

��

Shuichi's hysterical cries snapped him out of his
thoughts.

��

�Please stop this,� Shuichi sobbed.� Tears spilled down his face.� He tightened his grip on Eiri's arms.� �I don't want to lose you,� he shouted
frantically.

Thrust back to reality, Eiri blinked stupidly as the
blind anger that overcame him drained slowly out of his system.� His hold on Taki slackened as he glanced over
his shoulder and spied his pink haired lover.�
His heart shattered when he saw the misery on his young face.� �Shuichi,� he whispered.

��

His feet unable to hold his weight, Taki crumbled to
the ground.� Glaring up at the blond
author�s retreating back angrily, Taki coughed and rubbed his sore neck.

��

Tatsuha breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his
older brother engulf Shuichi.

��

Shuichi wrapped his arms around Eiri's waist tightly
and buried his face in his older lover's chest.

��

Stepping forward, Tatsuha opened his mouth to speak,
but was cut off by a hoarse voice.

��

�Saved once again by your white night,� Taki hissed
stepping towards the group.

��

Shuichi's smile slipped off his face.� Keeping his hold on his lover, he turned in
Eiri�s arms just enough to glare at the other man.

��

Eiri, holding Shuichi protectively, turned his head slowly
and glowered at Taki.� Much to his
pleasure, Taki withered slightly but Taki was able to regain his wits and stood
up straight, staring right back at Eiri just as coldly.� �I suggest you leave,� Eiri growled.� �Now.�
Before I change my mind and skin your ass alive.�

��

�Oh, no,� Taki shook his head.� �Not until I get some answers.�

��

Shuichi paled.�
In all the commotion, he had completely forgotten where he was and
why.� He suddenly felt sick.

��

Eiri glanced at his lithe lover out of the corner of
his eyes when he felt him tense.�
Shuichi's hold on his shirt tightened.�
Letting go of Shuichi, Eiri started towards Taki, but Taki stood his
ground.� �I.� Said.�
Get.� Lost,� he hissed through
clenched teeth.

��

Taki stood nose to nose with the blond haired,
golden-eyed author.� �Not until he tells
me why the hell he was heading into an abortion clinic,� he hissed right back.

��

Shuichi's stomach churned.� He threw a hand over his stomach and the
other over his mouth.� Oh God, he
thought.� Tears that had begun to dry
sprung back to life.

��

�What?�� Tatsuha
blinked at his brother-in-law.� Was that
what he had been doing all day?

��

Shock and disbelief crossed Eiri's face.� Shuichi?�
An abortion clinic?� What was he
talking about?� Eiri shook off his
bewilderment and growled menacingly at the bastard.

��

�Back off,� Taki barked.� He was glad his voice did not betray how
terrified he actually was of this dude.�
Inside he was trembling like a leaf.�
�If he's pregnant I have the right to know!�

��

Oh, God!� I do
not do this, Shuichi silently begged.

��

�If he's far enough along that he's thinking of
getting an abortion, than that rules you out as the father, Romance
Man,� he snapped, poking a finger into Eiri's chest.� He was gaining more confidence as he went
along.

��

Shuichi's head snapped up and he paled, this time for
a different reason.� What?� Oh gods no.�
His stomach churned.� This was not
happening.� Shuichi had always known, but
he had not wanted to face the truth.

��

Taki smirked smugly at the stunned writer.� �And ever since Kizou had testicular cancer, Man Land
just has not been the same,� he pouted.

��

Shuichi swooned.�
If Tatsuha had not been there to catch him, he would have fallen and
cracked his head open.� If the father was
not Eiri and nor Kizou�Oh, God!� Shuichi
choked back a rainfall of tears, sobbing against the hand over his mouth.

��

Rage surged through Eiri.� He clenched his hands into tight balls of
fury and advanced towards the man.

��

Taki's smugness vanished and was replaced by a deep,
bone-chilling terror.� He paled.� His eyes were wide as saucers.� He stood frozen to the sidewalk, unable to
breathe or call out for help.

��

Eiri stopped an inch away from the man and leaned his
face towards Taki�s until their noses were almost touching.� �Get.�
Lost,� he hissed, seething with anger.�
He watched through narrowed eyes as Taki's body jerked into action.

��

The man stumbled backwards, losing his balance and
falling flat on his face.� He scrambled
to his feet and shoved his way through the crowd.� �I won't forget this,� he called back, beside
himself with anger at both himself for his weakness and at the writer for just
being.� �You wait and see!� This isn't the end!�

��

Growling, Eiri took one-step towards the retreating
man and Taki shrieked like a girl, his eyes getting even wider.

��

Everything seemed to slow down at that moment.� Everyone watched as the tall, lanky, dark
haired, dark eyed man tripped over his own two feet in his haste to be rid of
Eiri.� He staggered backwards towards the
curb, trying to catch himself.� He
balanced precariously on the lip of the curb, his arms flailing around like a
windmill.

��

With help from Tatsuha, Shuichi stood up, stared
wide-eyed, and pale at Taki, but for a far different reason.

Someone from the crowd rushed forward to help the man,
but when their hands hit, it sent Taki tumbling backwards and out into traffic
and into the path of an on-coming car.�
People screamed.� Brakes
screeched.� Tires squealed.

��

Shuichi felt lightheaded and
faint.� Feeling uncomfortably warm and
nauseous, his eyes rolled up and everything went black.� The last thing he remembered was hearing the
sickening crunch of metal against bone.

---TBC---

Preview:� �Interrogation�

A/N:� Wow.�
Guess the title of the chapter was meant to be taken literally,
huh?� Oh, well.� But poor Shuichi.� Carrying Taki�s baby?� Ew!�
What will he do now?� Will he get
that abortion?� And what about Eiri?� Will he want to take care of someone else�s
mess?� And what about the accident?� Was it really an accident?� That person who raced to help Taki really
trying to help him?� Or could it be that
Kizou sent someone to do the guy in once and for all?� Who knows?�
We may never find out the answer to that.
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On the Street of Dreams (edited & revised)