Still Raining

Still Raining
Sequel to: 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: Ayaka is used to getting what she wants and what she wants now is Eiri. She’ll do whatever it takes to make him hers. Anything.
Chapter Summary: Monday couldn’t come fast enough.
Warning: AU, fantasy, angst, drama, romance, m-preg, language, M/M, hentai, Ryuichi/Tatsuha, Eiri/Shuichi
Inserts: references to events from past chapters and from “Street of Dreams”
A/N: Thank you to Kaname-luvr, Namikaze naruko14, ferler, Stoic-Genius, Selina, sarah83654123, xunxin for your reviews. Sorry the last chapter took so long to get out. I’m not going to promise that it won’t happen again because it probably will. I’m asking you to be a little patient with me.

--eighteeneighteeneighteeneighteen--

Last Time

He could not help but wonder if his son would thank him for this one day.

Unbeknownst, he had halted before their family photograph. He tipped his head back and saw it hanging on the wall above the credenza. It brought a smile to his face. Soon they would have to get another one. He dropped his arms and encircled his belly. The butterflies settled down as he became lost in the memories of the picture.

“Papa go bye-bye?”

At the sound of his son’s voice, Shuichi turned around and watched as, hand in hand, little Takanori and Eiri stepped around the corner.

“Yeah,” Eiri was saying in that light voice all parents got when speaking with children. Though, Eiri denied it if anyone were to point it out. “That’s right.”

Shuichi’s smile morphed into a grin.

Eiri raised his head and spotted him standing there. “Ready?”

The nervousness returned. “As I’ll ever be,” Shuichi admitted.

--eighteeneighteeneighteeneighteen--

Chapter 18: This Has To Be the Longest Weekend Ever

Uesugi-Sakuma Residence - Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, Japan

Tatsuha was running a comb through his hair when Ryuichi appeared in the doorway behind him. “Hey,” he grinned at the other man’s reflection in the mirror. “Ready to go?” Setting down his comb, he turned around.

Seeing as both Nittle Grasper and Bad Luck were in-between albums, Shuichi decided it would be a wonderful idea if everyone were to “volunteer” their time to help move him and little Takanori from the apartment he’d been renting in Bunkyo-ku for the last six months and back into Eiri’s condominium here in Chiyoda.

Of course, Tohma had bowed out as he claimed to have “meetings” all weekend. That wasn‘t unusual in and of itself as he was not only the producer for but also an instrumental member of the most popular band in Japan. Not to mention he had a record company as well as several other ventures, which included a gay nightclub in Kyoto, to run. The man was busier than Saint Nick on Christmas Eve. But Tatsuha couldn’t help wondering if that was the real reason the man declined the invite. He could not picture his brother-in-law doing such menial work as carrying boxes and furniture as if he were a professional mover. A blue-collar employee Tohma Seguchi was not. That was why he employed grunts.

Noriko decided to use her down time to take her husband and daughter camping so she was out of contact for at least another week.

As their father was feeling a little under the weather, Mika had also declined. She was back in Kyoto taking care of him.

Tatsuha spoke with his brother last night after Shuichi had called up to deliver the good news. Of course, Eiri did not come right out and say he was happy Shuichi was moving back home. Instead, his brother said, “I’d rather have a heart attack.”

“C’mon Aniki. Admit you missed him,” Tatsuha teased.

There was a snort. “Of course I did. He is my lil’ fuck hole after all.”

“Aniki!” That was definitely something he did not need or want to hear. “Must you be so crude?”

“Though,” Eiri continued as if Tatsuha had not spoken, “it was too damn quiet around here.”

Knowing his brother as he did, Tatsuha knew that was as close as he was ever going to get to ever hearing that Eiri Yuki missed Shuichi Shindou.

Back in the present, Tatsuha’s grin faded as his husband remained too quiet. He was used to his husband moping about the house recently, but he seemed more distracted than anything, which in and of itself was not surprising given the turn of events as of late, but this was different. Ryuichi seemed more troubled.

“Ryu?” he called in concern.

He wondered what happened. Was Ryuichi worried about seeing his son? He could not blame him if that was the case. If their positions were reversed, he would be just as nervous. Shuichi could very well tell Ryuichi to fuck off. That would kill Ryuichi.

“What’s up?”

Standing in the doorway of the master bedroom, Ryuichi stared blankly down at his bare feet. Wood flooring was under his heels while carpeting was under his toes. He was not sure how to bring this up. Or even how Tatsuha would take it. Well, there was only one way to find out. Taking a deep breath, Ryuichi raised his head and plunged ahead. “Before we go, I want to show you something.”

Tatsuha cocked his head. “What? Now?”

Ryuichi nodded. “It’ll take a sec.”

Tatsuha frowned in confusion.

--eighteeneighteeneighteeneighteen--

Shindou-Uesugi Residence - Koishikawa Park Tower - Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, Japan

There was utter chaos in the Shindou-Uesugi household.

Carrying a box that weighed twice as much as his son, Eiri staggered into the condominium with a sound curse as he tripped over a Thomas the Train toy that he had not seen until the last minute. Why it was sitting right out in the middle of the hallway he did not know. Muttering obscenities under his breath about a certain baka and his own stupid lack of control, the blond haired author followed the plastic runner that had been laid throughout the house. It made matters so much easier. Having to take one’s shoes off upon entering the house just so boxes and furniture could be moved into their appropriate places and then having to put the shoes back on so that the trip could begin all over again was exasperating.

“Baka,” he barked as he passed through the living room.

The door that led from the living room into a hall where the laundry room, bathroom and three bedrooms were located- including his office, little Takanori’s bedroom and the nursery- had been propped open. Of course, several books of his- including his dictionary- were being used as the doorstop. Typical. The only books Shuichi owned were mangas. Not exactly heavy reading.

Two raven heads popped up over the back of the sofa. A set of violet eyes and hazel eyes just as golden as his own peered at him. “Yeah?”

Eiri sneered at the sight of his husband and their son. “Instead of stuffing your face with those damn pudding pops, why don’t you make yourself useful and see if Fujisaki and Nakano need some help?”

“Can’t,” Shuichi said around what remained of said pudding pop. “Pregnant. Remember?”

Eiri snorted.

“Doctor’s orders,” Shuichi tossed over his shoulder as he turned back towards the television to finish watching Spongebob. “I have to take it easy.”

Eiri rolled his eyes at his husband‘s back. They both knew that Shuichi followed the advice of his doctors whenever it suited him. Apparently, this was one of those times.

As he turned away, he caught sight of his son watching him. Like Shuichi, little Takanori was nearly completely covered in chocolate. He knew buying those damnedable things would come back to haunt him. So help them if they got chocolate all over his sofa.

“What?”

Little Takanori smiled a wide chocolaty grin. The two year old jumped to his feet and began hopping up and down on the sofa cushions while trying to eat his pudding pop. It was a talent that he had yet to master. It was no wonder most of the treat was on his face.

“Get your son off the couch Shuichi,” Eiri told the younger man as he carried the box into his son’s room before his arms fell off. How many damn toys did one child need? Honestly. Most of the boxes were either Shuichi’s clothes or little Takanori’s toys.

“Sure, he’s my son when it suits you,” he heard Shuichi grumble.

Eiri chuckled despite having his own words tossed back at him. He set the box next to the others. Straightening, he stretched his arms over his head and arched his back first this way and then that. It cracked deliciously.

There was a loud clatter followed by cursing. Someone else must have tripped over little Takanori’s toy train. Guess he should have moved it, huh? Oops.

“Language,” Shuichi called out.

Eiri walked out of his son’s bedroom and down the hall to the living room.

“Shu! A little help?”

Sounded like Nakano. It sounded as if he were a little stressed. Wonder why?

“Master bedroom,” Shuichi tossed out without taking his eyes from the television screen.

Eiri chuckled lightly. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned against the doorframe and watched as Hiro and Suguru appeared. They were struggling with what looked like a steamer trunk. The thing was massive. He wondered where and when Shuichi had picked it up. He hadn’t had it before he moved out. Given their expressions, it was a safe bet it was also heavy.

“Gee, thanks, buddy,” Hiro said as he maneuvered backwards along the plastic runner.

“Welcome,” Shuichi said brightly.

Eiri saw it coming. It was as if time suddenly slowed down. For a moment, it seemed as if there was enough time to warn the redhead of the impending doom, but in reality, knew there wasn’t even enough time to draw a breath. Instead, he watched as Hiro tripped over an uneven portion of the plastic runner he and Suguru were following around the dining table towards a door at the far end of the kitchen, which had also been propped open with some of Eiri’s books. The hall on the other side led to the master suite as well as a forth bedroom and a small bathroom. In an envious maneuver, Hiro was able to keep himself from falling flat on his ass, but he nearly dropped the trunk.

“Woh,” Suguru cried, staggering under the intense weight of the trunk that was suddenly thrust upon him. “Watch it,” he snapped once he had a firm grip on the trunk once again. The last thing he needed was to have it falling on his toes.

“Hey! I tripped,” Hiro snapped back.

“Well maybe if you were watching where you were going-!”

“It’s pretty hard to do that when one is walking backwards!”

Eiri pinched the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh that drowned out the rest of the arguing that continued down the hall. He felt the beginnings of a headache and for once, it was not cause by either his hyperactive husband or equally as hyperactive son. “Are you sure they’re not secretly dating?”

Shuichi barked out a laugh.

Little Takanori, who Shuichi had- thank Buddha- stopped from jumping all over the furniture as if it was his personal trampoline had taken up to rocking back and forth while he watched cartoons besides Shuichi. Eiri had no idea why his son did that. Mika claimed he and Tatsuha used to do the same thing. As nice as that little tidbit of information was, it did not explain why children apparently found it fun to not so much rock as pummel the furniture. Eiri had visions of his beautiful- not to mention expensive- leather sofa as kindling.

At the sound of Shuichi’s laughter, little Takanori stopped his rocking motion and glanced up at him.

“Hiro and Fujisaki? Not likely,” Shuichi snorted.

“Oh?”

Shuichi nodded.

“They remind me of the Fujiwara’s next door.”

Shuichi paused. He’d never thought about that before, but Eiri was right. “Fujisaki isn’t interested in dating, or so he says,” he added, “and Hiro seems to have a crush on this girl, Yoshiki Kitazawa, or something or other.”

“Who?” Eiri asked as he rounded the sofa. He dropped down next to his husband, draping an arm across the back of the couch.

Shuichi snuggled into his side with a content sigh.

Little Takanori, thrilled at having his father join him, crawled across the sofa, and Shuichi, to sit on his lap.

Eiri wrapped his free arm around his son.

“This girl who works at the studio. Not sure what she does, but she’s always wandering around chatting it up with the artists. She and Hiro seem to have hit it off. Though…”

“Though?”

Shuichi bit his lip.

“She’s really a he,” came an unexpected effeminate voice from behind them.

Eiri glanced over his shoulder.

A figure, who at first and even second glance appeared to be a woman, stood behind them carrying two boxes, one stacked on top of the other, effortlessly as if they were filled with nothing but air. Guess he was stronger than his scrawny frame suggested. Makeup artist turned music artist, Eri Yamaguchi was Bad Luck’s new drummer. It was a profession one would never guess he was involved in. Though, he had retained his title as makeup artist as well as wardrobe fashionista specifically for the band. That Eiri could believe, but drummer? He still could not wrap his mind around that and that was after he’d heard the man play.

He’d only met the man once before and in his opinion, once was more than enough.

Even off stage, the man looked like he was ready for the stage. He wore more makeup than Shuichi, Mika, and his sister-in-law combined. Hell, he wore more makeup than every single model on the face of the planet combined. Dark pink blush accentuated high cheekbones. A combination of heavy eyeliner, mascara and turquoise eye shadow brought out his baby blues. Bright pink dyed hair had been straightened and swept off to one side, revealing a giant pink hoop earring. A form fitting three-quarter sleeve black scoop necked T-shirt, knee length black pencil skirt and knee high, chunky heeled boots over fish net stockings completed the ensemble.

A definite strange character, but he was as much of a genius on the drums as Hiro was on the guitar, Suguru on the keyboards and Shuichi on vocals. Not to mention he had an amazing voice. It blended perfectly with Shuichi’s.

Given that Shuichi was gay, both Hiro and Suguru were bisexual, the addition of Eri as a gender-bender- or whatever he considered himself because Eiri certainly had no idea how to categorize him- completed the set. As popular as Bad Luck was becoming, it was no wonder that Japan’s top rated GLBT magazine had named them band of the year twice in a row.

“He?”

“Actually,” Eri explained, “male to female Transsexual.”

“Does Nakano…?” Eiri asked, turning towards Shuichi.

Shuichi shrugged. “Who knows?”

“Honestly, Shuichi, what exactly do you have in that trunk?” Suguru asked as he returned from the master bedroom with Hiro right behind him. “It weights a bloody ass ton.”

Eiri frowned. For people who were apparently not dating, it certainly took them a while to deliver that trunk.

“Uhm…”

At the hesitation, Eiri glanced down at his husband. He cocked an amused eyebrow at the blush that stained Shuichi’s cheeks. Now he was intrigued.

Hiro and Suguru exchanged knowing looks, Hiro looking amused while Suguru looking torn between amused and disgusted. Deciding he was more annoyed than anything, Suguru stormed out of the condominium with a snort of disgust and meandered his way down the hall to the elevators. He could not believe he had strained his back, nearly dislocated his shoulders, almost broke his fingers and came this close to dropping the offending trunk onto his toes and all so that his best friend and his lover could have their…

“Stuff?” Shuichi squeaked. Never before could he remember a time when he’d been this embarrassed. He just wanted to curl up and die. He grabbed the nearest throw pillow, which happened to be a dark blue one with a silky cover that was currently lying on the floor where it landed after his son kicked it off the couch and pressed it to his face.

Eiri chuckled as Shuichi slid lower on the sofa.

“Only you, Shu,” Hiro said with an amused shake of his head. A ping resounded through the open door of the condominium. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched as the elevator doors slid open and Suguru disappear from view. “Hey, Sug,” he called out. “Hold up!” With a bounce, he trotted after the young keyboardist.

Eri’s light brown eyes, sparkling in amusement, watched the red-haired guitarist leave the condominium before turning back to the vocalist. “What kind of ‘stuff’?” he pressed.

An offended, “Hey,” could be heard from out in the hallway.

“You know…Stuff,” Shuichi mumbled around the pillow. At the catcall, he tossed the pillow at his friend. He was aiming for his head, but landed several feet short. “Shut up!” The glare he attempted lost most of its intensity at the bright color that continued to highlight his cheeks.

“Gotcha,” Eri winked.

If possible, Shuichi’s blush deepened.

Eiri chuckled.

Shuichi slapped him halfheartedly.

“So, ‘music stuff’,” Eri read the chicken scratch on the boxes he was carrying. His long pink nails, which happened to match his professionally arched eyebrows, tapped a beat against the underside of the boxes.

“It’s the bedroom down the hall from the master,” Eiri explained. Before Shuichi moved out, the spare bedroom had been used by Shuichi as an in-home studio. They had even looked into having it soundproofed so that professional recording equipment could be installed.

“Right.”

Eiri watched the man saunter off, swishing hips included. “Where the hell did you pick that one up?” The guy was more of a flaming queen than Shuichi.

Shuichi cleared his throat.

Eiri watched as the flush that had started to disappear solidified. He was redder than Hiro’s hair.

“Store,” Shuichi muttered.

Eiri cocked an eyebrow. An amused grin spread across his face. “Where you got the stuff?”

If possible, the blush deepened.

Eiri chuckled.

--TO BE CONTINUED--

A/N: Does anybody else notice that the scene breakers I had in the last chapter vanished?

Horaido is an actual teashop somewhere in Kyoto. I borrowed the name, but the description is my own.

Wikipedia claims both Hiro and Suguru are bisexual. Suguru I get. If you’ve read the manga, you’ll remember the section where he and Eiri met. Hiro? Not too sure. Maybe if you count him being attracted to Yoshiki, but I don’t think a male to female transsexual count…Would it?

Anyway, Eri Yamaguchi’s appearance I took from Jefferree Star. Look him up if you’re curious.

Chapter 19 is finished. Twenty is started. Mostly because I realized that this one was getting a little too long so, I chopped it up.

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