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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:� The police talk to Tatsuha and Eiri. �Will the truth about Shuichi and Eiri�s
relationship come out?

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

Inserts:� flashbacks
to chapter 10 and 16

A/N:�
Like my other stuff, this was out previously.� Hope you guys enjoy it.

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Chapter
17: Interrogation

It was total chaos outside the Kyoto Clinic.�

Traffic was being diverted around the scene.� What traffic was getting by was slow going as
curious drivers tried to see what was going on.�
Sharp, angry honks permeated the air as drivers stuck further back in
traffic that had no idea what was going on, lost their patience.� The area around the clinic had been cordoned
off by yellow police tape.� A wall of
people gathered around the crime scene, eager for a glimpse of something to
satisfy their curiosity, something they would be able to brag about to their
coworkers the next day.

��

�You'll never guess what I saw�!�

��

A small, white compact car sat as a silent assassin
several yards from where the thick, dark red pool lay congealing in the late
summer evening.� The car�s front windshield
was a spider web of cracks.

��

Tatsuha could still hear the unnaturally loud squeal
of the brakes, the �thunks� as Taki Aizawa- he would learn later- rolled up the
hood and then crashed into the glass of the windshield.� It had been a god-awful sight.� He nearly regurgitated everything he ate that
day.� The emergency medical technicians
arrived on the scene faster than normal.�
He figured they had been in the area, maybe having just completed a run,
but as fast as the EMTs arrived Tatsuha had a feeling in the end it would not
matter.

��

He watched the Crime Scene Technicians as they studied
the scene of the deadly accident.�
Markers were being placed around the roped off area.� Pictures were being snapped.� Statements were being made by people who
�witnessed� what happened.� The cops had
hulled his brother off after several eyewitnesses stated he drove like a
maniac, nearly causing several accidents.�
They also claimed Eiri threatened Taki.�
If it were anyone other than Eiri, Tatsuha would not have believed it,
but it was Eiri.� It was when his brother
did not make a threat that Tatsuha started to worry.� He hoped his brother could get himself out of
this mess, if for nothing more than for Shuichi's sake.

��

He turned his head away from the grizzly sight of the
accident and caught sight of the driver of the car that hit Taki, a panicky
brunette who could not be more then twenty, being interviewed by another
officer.

��

�He just came out of nowhere,� she sobbed wide eyed in
what Tatsuha could clearly see was shock.�
She began panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly.� �Oh God!�
It was as if he just fell out of the sky!� I�I just�I didn't have time to stop�!�

��

The police officer bent his head down and started
speaking in low, soft tones to the panicky woman, probably trying to calm her
down so she did not start hyperventilating.�
Over her shoulder, he motioned for one of the EMTs.� A small, thin man rushed over and escorted
the young woman back to the ambulance, speaking in the same low, soft tones.

��

Tatsuha�s eyes roamed over to the other ambulance
where his brother-in-law was now resting.�
He hoped Shuichi was going to be all right.� He was extremely worried about the kid.� So much happened recently.� He has been through a hell of a lot in just
the past twenty-four hours.

��

Tatsuha had no idea how or when, but sometime during
the chaos, Ryuichi showed up.� Tatsuha
could not recall if he called his boyfriend or if the singer found out some
other way.� It was all a big blur, but no
matter how Ryuichi came to be here, he was glad he was.

��

�Mr. Uesugi,� said a brash voice pulling him out of
his thoughts.

��

Tatsuha blinked and turned back to the police officer
before him.� There was nothing
outstanding about the guy.� He was of
medium build, average height and weight, black hair and dark eyes just like
everyone else in the country.� His
uniform was crisp and clean.� He was a
man you would easily forget the second he walked away.

��

�You said you did not know, Mr. Aizawa, correct?�

��

�Uh?� Yeah,�
Tatsuha nodded.� �I think Shuichi knew
him, though.� It seemed like they knew
each other anyway.� And I think my
brother had a run in with him before.�

��

�Why do you say that?�

�Didn't I
warn you?� he remembered Eiri saying to the guy.�
�Didn't I? �Did I not tell you to
stay the fuck away from him? �Huh?!� Do you remember what I said I'd do if I saw
your filthy ass again?�

The officer nodded as he made
note of the confrontation.� �Do you
happen to know what went down the last time they met?�

��

�Hmm.�� Tatsuha
shook his head.� �Sorry.� Knowing my brother, he probably threatened
the guy.�

��

�Threaten?� Does
your brother have a tendency to go around threatening people?�

��

Tatsuha snorted.�
�Just jerks like this Taki guy and from what little I saw of what
happened earlier, Taki seemed like a complete asshole.� It looked like he was deliberately provoking
my brother, too.� It was clear Taki was
harassing Shu, shaking him and yelling in his face.�� He shook his head.� He did not blame his brother for threatening Taki
and nearly strangling him to death.� Tatsuha
had been this close to doing the same damn thing.� �Eiri and Shu are�very close,� to say the
least, he added silently, �and Eiri has a tendency to be overly protective of
him.� I guess when he saw Taki harassing
him, he snapped, especially if it happened before.�

��

The officer raised an eyebrow.� �You said your brother and Mr. Shindou
are�close.�

��

Damn.� Tatsuha
mentally cursed himself.

�What's your brother's relationship with Mr.
Shindou?�� He lifted his head and stared
at Tatsuha intently.

��

Tatsuha stiffened and paled slightly.� He gulped and licked suddenly dry lips.� Of all the questions...What did it matter
anyway?� What bearing did it have
on�anything?� Their relationship?� Yes, officer.�
They are currently dating.� No, I
do not know how long, but I do know that they are lovers.� From what I understand, my dear older twin
brother has buried and emptied himself into the child countless times over the
last week or two.� They are as close as
two people can become.� Yes, I am aware
that Eiri is twenty-two and Shuichi is only sixteen, but you see they are truly
in love.� Yeah, right.� Instead, he said, �Shuichi's my
brother-in-law.� �Not exactly a lie.� Just not the whole truth.� He held his breath, hoping the man would not
pry any further.� He did not want to get
his brother into any more trouble than he already was.� If Eiri were caught having an inappropriate
relationship with a minor, his career as a writer would be ruined and he would
be carted off to jail.� It was not that
bad of a sentence, only a couple of years.�
It could be worse, but�Tatsuha shivered�he heard stories of what was
done to people who were accused of having sex with children.� He would not wish that on his worst enemy.

��

�So, you're married to Mr. Shindou's��

��

�Half-brother.��
Well, not legally.� He and Ryuichi
had had a civil union, but why split hairs?�
He nodded over his shoulder to the ambulance.� �He's in there with his brother now.�� He knew they would want to confirm what he
just claimed.� He just hoped Ryuichi did
not blow this.� As much as Ryuichi loved Shuichi
and wanted the kid to be happy, he was not too partial on his involvement with
Eiri.

��

�Okay,� he said nodding.� �In your own words, Mr. Uesugi, tell me what
happened.�

��

A scene played out in the young monk's head.

---

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.�

��

---

�Taki and Eiri were arguing about something.� I'm not sure what,� he lied.� It was not as if he got his kicks from
lying.� If the cops found out he lied to
them, his ass was grass and they were the lawnmower, but he felt it was not his
place to say anything.� It was up to
Shuichi.� If he wanted to tell the police
what went down between him, Eiri and Taki, then that was up to him, but Tatsuha
just could not bring himself to say anything.�
Not as if it mattered.� What
bearing did what they were arguing about have on the fact that Taki tripped
over his own damn two feet right into traffic?�
�Eiri told Taki to leave.� At
first the guy refused, but finally Eiri managed to persuade him.�

��

�How'd your brother manage to do that?�

��

Tatsuha smirked.�
�My brother can be very�convincing.�
Especially when he's pissed off.�

��

The uniformed man nodded.� �How did Mr. Aizawa fall into the
street?� What did you see?�

Tatsuha shuddered violently as the memory replayed in
his mind. �The image was forever seared
into his mind.� He would probably have
nightmares for weeks.� �He tripped over
his own two feet.�� If it were not so
serious, it would have been funny.� Now
it was just sad.� He took a shuddering
breath.� �He�He lost his balance and�fell
into traffic.�

��

He could clearly hear as the white car slammed on its
brakes and skidded forward.� All the
screams.� He saw as the car slammed into
Taki.� Taki's body jolted with the jarring
impact.� His limp body flew up and rolled
over the hood, slamming into the windshield.�
When the car finally stopped, Taki's body flew off the car and sailed
through the air, landing with a sickening crunch several yards away.

��

The police officer nodded.� �Alright,� he said, snapping a grateful
Tatsuha out of his thoughts.� �Thank you,
Mr. Uesugi.� I have your contact
information here just in case we have any follow up questions.�

��

Tatsuha inclined his head.� He watched as the officer crossed the crime
scene to join several plain clothed detectives.�
Sighing, he started towards the ambulance where Shuichi was.� He had not taken more than several steps when
Ryuichi, complete with his cowboy hat and sunglasses popped out of the back and
looked around frantically.� When the
older singer caught sight of him, he waved. �Tatsuha's heart started beating wickedly in
his chest.

��

�He woke up, Tatsu,� the older singer called.

��

Tatsuha's heart soared.� �Thank God,� he whispered.� He raced towards his boyfriend and their
charge.

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The interrogation room was small, cold and not very
impressive.� There were no windows or
anything luxurious about the place.� The
boxy room had a table set up against the far wall with two not so comfortable
chairs, one on either side of the table.�
In the corner was a camera that would record everything said and done.� Slouching in one of those hard chairs was
famous romance author Eiri �Yuki� Uesugi, an ankle resting on the knee of his
other leg.� His foot bounced, belaying
his impatience.� His blond hair was
mussed and his golden hazel eyes filled with worry.� He brought up the cigarette pinched between
his fingers and inhaled deeply, the embers at the tip glowing red.� The fingers of his free hand tapped an impatient
tattoo against the tabletop.� Blowing out
a thin stream of smoke, Eiri leaned forward and crushed out the butt.

��

When the door to the interrogation room opened, Eiri
looked up.� �Finally,� he breathed.

��

As soon as the police arrived and had a basic overview
of what happened, they brought him in for questioning.� Because he was not being charged with
anything yet, there had not been any need to slap handcuffs on him.� They just placed in him the back of the squad
car and brought him here.

��

�Want
anything?� one of them had asked.

��

�Coffee.� Black.�
And cigarettes,� he added as
the man was leaving.

��

That was an hour ago.�
Maybe now they could finally get this whole thing over with so that he
could get to Shuichi.

��

A different man from the one who brought him here
walked carrying a file.� He was tall,
lanky and had thinning salt and pepper hair.�
There were small round marks on either side of his nose indicating the
man wore glasses. �Whom Eiri was assuming
was a police officer shut the door behind him and slapped the file down on the
table.� With an air of calm about him and
a face clear of emotion, Eiri looked from it to the man as he pulled out the
other chair and sat down with a grunt.

�Mr. Uesugi, my name is Detective Hirano.�

Eiri inclined his head politely, even though inside he
was seething with rage and irritation.�
He so did not have time for this!�
�Detective.�

Detective Hirano opened the file and pulled out a
picture.� Turning it around, he slid it
across the table to the writer.� �Do you
recognize this man, Mr. Uesugi?�

Eiri regarded the picture.� Without his glasses, the image was just a
swirl of color.� Unfortunately, his
glasses were back in his car back at the accident site.� He shrugged and set the picture back
down.� �Without my glasses, I couldn't
tell you.�

��

The detective studied the writer through squinted
eyes.� �You wear glasses, Mr. Uesugi?�

��

Duh!� Did he not
just as much?� �I'm far sighted, yes,� he
said aloud in a polite voice.� Moron, he thought.

��

�Well, this is the man that you tried to strangle
earlier.�

��

Ah!� That meant
it was a picture of Taki Aizawa.� An evil
smirk titled the corner of his mouth.� If
Shuichi had not stopped him, he really would have killed that bastard.� It would have felt so good, too.� Eiri gritted his teeth and fisted his hands
in sudden anger.� Bastard.� God, he really hated that guy!� That bastard had the nerve to touch his
Shuichi.� Even after he warned him of the
consequences.� That asshole deserved
everything he got!� It was just too bad
that the clumsy fool tripped over his own two feet.� It would have felt so much more satisfying if
it had been him pushing him in front of that car.� Oh, well.�
Why split hairs?� Dead was
dead.� Or so he hoped anyway.

��

The detective studied the famous author.� �I take it you didn't like Mr. Aizawa very
much.�� It was more of a statement than a
question.

��

Eiri snorted.�
Did not like the guy?� That was
the statement of the century.� He reached
for his pack of cigarettes and slid out a white stick, clamping it between his
lips.� �You can say that,� he mumbled
around it.

��

�Tell me about your relationship with him.�

��

Relationship?�
With Taki Aizawa?� What
relationship?� If you considered wanting
to bash the guy's head in every time he so much as thought of the man a
relationship then he was guilty as charged.

��

Grabbing the matches off the table in front of him, he
ripped out one from the booklet and folded the paper lid back, encasing the tip
of the match.� He yanked the match and
heard the familiar whoosh as the tip burst into flames.� He threw the book of matches back onto the
table.� Holding the match to the tip of
his cigarette, he inhaled deeply.� With a
couple violent shakes of his hand, the match went out.� He tossed it onto the table next to the rest
of the matches.� Leaning back in the
chair, he plucked the cigarette out of his mouth and blew out a long, thin
stream of smoke.

��

�When did you first meet Mr. Aizawa?� Detective Hirano
asked breaking the silence.

��

Eiri thought about that.� When did he have that first memorable
encounter with that asshole?� Had it
really been only last week?� �Friday.�� That was right.� Right before he was scheduled to leave for Tokyo.� He had that unforgettable night with Shuichi.

��

A picture of his young lover flashed in his mind.� A sudden yearning to see the little idiot
swept through him.� Worry gnawed at his
heels.� His chest tightened and his
throat constricted over a sob as his mind replayed the heart stopping moment
when he turned around and saw his little lover passed out in the arms of his
brother.� He hoped Shuichi was all right.

��

�Tell me about that meeting.�� The troubled expression that flashed across
the writer's face did not go unnoticed by the aging detective.� He made note of it and filed it away for
later.

��

Eiri took a long drag of the cigarette, thinking back.

---

Eiri slowed down as much as he dared to in the heavy
traffic, searching for the kid whom had stolen his heart.� Shuichi was not hard to spot.� Traffic was moderate and there was very
little pedestrian traffic on the sidewalks and even if there had been so many
people it was like walking through a sardine can, how hard is it to spot a guy
with pink hair; for that matter, anyone with pink hair in a sea of black?� Not very.

An uncharacteristic smile graced his lips as he
spotted the kid standing at the street corner.�
He felt�elated, happier than he has in a very long time!� It was strange that this kid made him feel
this way, as if he was in a constant state of euphoria.

The smile slipped as he caught sight of a tall, thin
man, his eyes hard and glistening with unbridled lust.� The guy licked his lips as he stepped up
behind Shuichi.� Growling, Eiri's
knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel in a death grip.� Nobody looked at his Shuichi like that and got away with it.� No one!�
He watched as said guy slipped his arms around the kid's waist.� Immediately, the kid tensed and paled.� Who did this guy think he was?� Fucking bastard!

Cursing, Eiri yanked the wheel hard, sending the car
flying to the shoulder.� He glanced in
his review mirror and saw that snake with his hands all over his Shuichi!�
Anger surging through him, Eiri flung himself out of the car, not
bothering to turn off the car or shut the doors.� He stalked towards the couple. �He saw Shuichi trembling and knew it was not
from desire.

��

Eiri was blind with rage when he noticed the perverts
hands creeping down to the boy's�Eiri paused his enraged gait as he watched in
satisfaction as his little lover snatched the monster's hand from his groin and
elbow him hard, right in the gut.� A
surge of pride overwhelmed Eiri.� He
heard the man grunt and double over, staggering backwards away from Shuichi.

��

Maybe the kid did not need his help after all.

��

Then the man straightened.� His face was contorted in pain and rage.� �Why you filthy little�� He raised his hand and brought it back.� �I'll teach you to smart off to me!�

Eiri cursed and raced towards his lover as Shuichi
gasped and closed his eyes, his head turning away from the inevitable.� Eiri grabbed the man's wrist just as he swung
his hand downwards.

---

�He was harassing Shuichi,� Eiri hissed.� There was a renewal of anger that flashed
through him as he remembered that day.

��

�What do you mean, �harassing Shuichi'?�

��

Eiri told the officer what it was he witnessed that
day, but made sure to be careful how he referred to the boy.

��

A scowl crossed the detective�s face.� �I assume you did not like that very much.�

��

You think, Eiri thought.

---

Eiri
growled.� His scowl deepened.� He had no idea who this guy was but he hated
the sight of him already.� He twisted
Taki's arm and forced it behind his back.�
Ignoring the man's hisses and small yelp's of pain, Eiri brought the guy
around and smashed him face first into the nearest building.

---

�What happened after that?�

��

---

Eiri leaned
forward until his lips rested against Taki's ear.� �Touch him again and you're a dead man,� he
hissed.� Shoving Taki into the building,
Eiri let him go and backed away.

Shuichi raced
forward and latched onto Eiri�s arm, half-hiding behind him.

Taki turned
around, favoring his sore arm.� He
glowered at the couple.� �I won't forget
this,� he promised.

The stoic writer
slipped off his sunglasses and took a menacing step forward.� His golden hazel eyes bore coldly into the
dark, angry eyes of the other singer.�
�You come near him, speak to him, come into contact with him in any way,
shape or form and I.� Will.� Kill.�
You.�

---

�And then?�

��

Eiri leaned forward and crushed out his cigarette
butt.� �Then he ran away with his tail
between his legs.�

��

�Tell me, Mr. Uesugi,� the detective said, leaning
forward, �do you always make it a habit of threatening people?�

��

�Only if they touch something that's not theirs.�

��

Detective Hirano regarded the man who was rumored to
be stoic and heartless.� He sat back in
his chair.� �Tell me, Mr. Romance-Man-�

��

Eiri cringed and gritted his teeth.� He absolutely hated being called that.� Condescending idiot.

��

�What were you doing outside an abortion clinic?�

��

Eiri's head snapped around.� He stared wide eyed at the detective.� An abortion clinic?

---

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.

---

Eiri felt numb with shock.� An abortion clinic.� He had completely forgotten.

��

�Mr. Uesugi?�

��

If Shuichi was at an abortion clinic and if what that
asshole said was true, that Shuichi was indeed pregnant, that meant Shuichi was
indeed a�Neutral.� All his earlier
suspicions were now confirmed.� He was
not sure how he felt about that.� He did know
he loved Shuichi, had since he first laid eyes on him a year ago singing with
his band in some bar he just happened to be at.�
Was the fact that the love of his life was now what some people called a
�freak of nature� instead of a normal male going to stop him from being happy,
from spending the rest of his life with someone that made his heart skip, his
pulse race and his mouth go dry every time he was in the room?

��

Eiri jumped when a loud fleshy slap silenced the
silence.

��

�Mr. Uesugi��

��

�Huh?�� Eiri blinked.� Oh, that was right.� The nice detective had asked him a
question.� Now, what had it�?� Ah, yes!�
What had he been doing there outside the clinic?� Trying to strangle Aizawa, but aloud he said,
�I was on my way home from my father's when I saw that bastard harassing
Shuichi.� Again.�� His eyes were hard, his body tensed with his
hatred.

��

�There're people who can confirm this?�

��

�Unfortunately.�

��

The detective regarded him with a raised eyebrow.

��

�My family runs a temple and I was going there to
meditate.� I don't exactly get along with
them and was not in the mood to hear a lecture about my looks or marital
status,� or lack thereof, he added silently, �but I ran into my grandmother,
two aunts and this chick my father wants me to marry.�

��

The detective nodded.�
�Alright.� We will have one of the
detectives confirm this.� In the
meantime, tell me what happened today.�

��

Eiri sighed.�
This was getting so tedious.� All
he wanted was to get the hell out of there.�
Therefore, like a prerecorded message, he told the nice detective to the
best of his ability what happened earlier outside the clinic.

��

Detective Hirano listened intently and began deriving
a conclusion.� When Eiri finished
explaining what took place, he said point blankly, �You're obviously very close
to Mr. Shindou and have a lot of affection for him.�� If he had not been looking for it, he would
have missed it.� The younger man's eyes
twitched and his already pale complexion lost a little color, but he recovered
so quickly that most people would not have noticed it at all.� Bingo, he thought.� �What's your relationship to Mr. Shindou?�

��

Without even having to think about it, Eiri said, �My
brother�s married to his half-brother.�

��

Detective Hirano nodded.� He expected him to say as much, but that was
not what he was after.� �I said
�relationship', Mr. Uesugi, not �relation'.�

��

Eiri paled and gulped.�
He rubbed sweaty palms on his pant legs.

��

�How old are you, Mr. Uesugi?� the detective asked,
helping the sweating author.

��

�Twenty-two.�

��

�Umm.�� The
detective nodded and leaned forward.�
�And Mr. Shindou is�?�

��

�Sixteen.�
Seventeen in April.�

��

�Uh, huh.�
Making him a minor, correct?�

��

Eiri gulped.�
Yes, Shuichi was technically a minor.�
Shuichi was six years younger than he was and that was what scared Eiri
the most.� Because Shuichi was so young,
there was a possibility that he would grow out of love with him; that their
relationship was not what Eiri thought it was; that the love Shuichi felt was
just puppy love, the love of a first crush and not meant to be.� But�but�Ah!�
Who gave a rat's ass!� He loved
the pink haired freak!� He did not care
what the kid was or was not, if it was true love or not.� He, Eiri Uesugi, was totally and inexplicably
in love with one, Shuichi Shindou and he did not care about anything else.� He sat up straight in the chair and glared at
the detective.� Who was this guy to
dictate whom he could or could not see?�
Love was love.� It was not his
fault if the person he happened to fall for was not only a guy but also sixteen
years old.

��

Detective Hirano studied the man closely.� With a smirk, he shook his head.� �Ya know, Mr. Uesugi, it is illegal to have
sex with a minor-�

��

Eiri tensed.

��

�-but there is nothing that says it's illegal to fall
in love or date a minor.�

��

Eiri felt all the tension flow out of him in one fowl
swoop.� He sagged back in the chair and
studied the detective in confusion.� Why
was this guy helping him?� It was obvious
that he knew the truth about his and Shuichi's relationship.� This guy was no push over and was too sharp
and smart to be this dumb.� He opened his
mouth to ask him just what was he playing at when the detective pushed back his
chair and stood up suddenly.

Detective Hirano flipped the file closed and said,
�It's clear that this was just a really horrible and unfortunate accident.� You are free to go, Mr. Uesugi.�

��

Eiri was left speechless.� He blinked.�
�That's it?�

��

�Yes, that's it.��
The detective walked to the door and held it open for the writer.� �Sorry about any inconvenience.�

��

Part of Eiri thought this was
just some horrible joke, a trick to get him to incriminate himself.� The other part said, �Fuck it�.� That part won out.� He grabbed his cigarettes, matches and got
the hell out of the jailhouse as fast as he could.� He had to get back to Shuichi.� They had a lot they had to talk about.

---TBC---

Preview:� �Shuichi�s Final Confession�

A/N: Wow.� Eiri did not get into any trouble. �In any normal situation, he would have been
arrested and charged with reckless driving and assault, at least, but there may
just be someone looking out for the author, someone short and blond with a
funny looking hat, a certain someone who might have something on a certain
police commissioner.� Lol.� It�s great to have connections, huh?
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On the Street of Dreams (edited & revised)