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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:� Present day.�
Shuichi is feeling nervous before the show.

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

Inserts:� --

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

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Chapter
1: I Can Do This

Shuichi stood staring in the bathroom mirror at his
pale reflection.� His trembling hands
gripped the sink so tightly his knuckles were white.� Swallowing, he licked dry lips and took a
deep shaky breath.� His stomach was
churning and he felt like he was slowly being boiled alive from the inside
out.� Saliva and bile flowed into his
mouth like running water.� He was so
nervous.� He did not think he could do
it.

Leaning his head down, Shuichi breathed in deeply
through his nose and exhaled slowly through his mouth.� In and out.�
In and out.� In and-

�Oh, God!�

Moaning, the teenager threw a hand over his mouth and
raced into the nearest stall.� Falling to
his knees, he emptied his stomach of everything he ate that day.� When he was left dry heaving, Shuichi spit
into the toilet and flushed it.� Shaking,
he stood up and walked unsteadily to the sink.�
Turning on the faucet, he splashed water onto his face and rinsed his
mouth out.

��

He was patting his face dry when the door to the
bathroom opened.

�Hey, Shuichi.�
Almost done?�

Shuichi glanced over his shoulder at his best
friend.� Hiro was the same age as
Shuichi, sixteen years old.� He was a
tall burgundy haired man who had been playing the guitar for only four or five
years, but was already in the same league as Jimi Hendrix, Eddie Van Halen, BB
King, Stevie Ray Vaughan and so many other extraordinary musicians,
or so Shuichi thought.� Hiro wailed and
made his guitar sing like no other person Shuichi ever heard.� Hiro could do things with his guitar that
only professional rock stars could only dream of.� Add his genius book smarts and his gorgeous
good looks into the mix and Hiroshi Nakano was the most sought after man in Kyoto.

Hiro's long hair was tied back at the nape of his
neck.� A black and white bandana was tied
around his head.� He chose to wear a pair
of black leather pants, black boots and a tight black sleeveless shirt.� A white leather belt with silver studs
cinched his waist.� A matching cuff was
snapped around his wrist.

Sighing, Shuichi crumbled the paper towel and tossed
it into the garbage can.� �I'm fine.�

Hiro strode across the room.� �Uh, huh.��
He tilted his old friend's head up and studied him closely.� Shuichi could not tell a convincing lie to
save his life.� He was easier to read
than a book.� Most of the time, his emotions
and thoughts played across his face like a stage play.

In his tight leather shorts that saved little to the imagination
and told anyone that wanted, and even those who did not want to know, that he
was all male, Shuichi�s spiky pink hair was beginning
to show its black roots.� A pink and
white bandana was tied around his forehead.�
He was wearing a black, half shirt under a sleeveless hot pink leather
trail duster.� A white belt cinched his
waist.� Knee-high black boots rose up his
shapely legs.� Behind him on the
windowsill was a cowboy hat his older half brother bought for him during his
last trip to the US.

His half brother was also a singer.� He was the lead singer of one of the
country's hottest JPOP/JROCK bands.�
Their fame has been rising outside Japan
for the past couple of years, especially in the United
States, the UK
and Germany.� Shu was happy for his brother.� He loved him and wished him all the
best.� Hell, the guy was his hero, his
God!� He was everything he wanted to be:
loved and worshiped by millions of people.�
He traveled all over the world, going to places Shuichi had only read
about or saw on television.� He was so
talented it was sickening.� Shuichi loved
his brother and looked up to him.� He was
everything he wanted...except here.

Shuichi pushed Hiro's hand away.� �I'm fine,� he told him firmly.� He walked to the ledge under the window and reached
inside his backpack.

�Shuichi,� Hiro sighed as he watched his friend.� He knew Shuichi better than he knew himself
and could always tell when there was something bothering him.� Right now, there was something weighing
heavily on the young singer's mind.

Shuichi ignored his friend and concentrated on
reapplying his makeup.� He knew Hiro was
worried about him, but he did not have to be.�
He was fine; just...He missed Ryu that was all.� Without him, his life seemed pointless,
meaningless.� Home was not home.

His younger sister, Maiko, was a brain and tended to
spend most of her free time at her zillion and one after school
activities.� Lately, she has been
spending a lot of time with some guy she met on her last school trip.� Mom was trying desperately to keep her family
together.

�Trying�, being the key word.� She tried her best.� For years, she acted as if nothing was
wrong.� Having his sister
a few years after he was born did not change her need to have her family whole
and healthy.� If anything, it only added
fuel to the fire, but slowly over the years, her marriage has suffered.� Her relationship with her husband was
strained.� She continually woke up in a
cold sweat, fearing that her husband would make her choose between him and her
son, as so many other parents in her situation were forced to do.� The thought terrified Shuichi as well,
because he knew exactly who she would choose.

��

Then there was Dad.�
Mr. Shindou was still and always would be Mr. Shindou.

Shuichi told everyone it did not bother him that his
father hated the ground he walked on and for the most part that was true
because he had Ryu.� His brother took
care of him.� He did the things that his
father did not.� Ryuichi was the one who
took him to games, played catch with him, and took him to the temple to
pray.� Ryuichi was the one who answered
all his questions and told him what he was.�
Ryuichi was the only stable thing in Shuichi's life.� He never lied to him.� He told him the god's honest truth, even if
it hurt.� When his brother was around all
was right with the world, but when he was gone, the silence came crashing down
and it killed bits of Shuichi every time.

He hated his father.�
Hate was a strong word but it was the only thing that came close to the
feelings that the man conjured up whenever Shuichi thought about him.� When Maiko was born, their father was so
overjoyed.� He had a child!� A perfectly, healthy, normal baby
girl.� He glowed, smiled, and
laughed.� Mr. Shindou was so glad to be
blessed finally with a child!� He showed
Maiko off to everyone, everyone coddled her and praised him and his wife.� It was if Shuichi did not even exist.� He was nothing but a freak, a mutation of
nature that just happened to live in the Shindou household.� Ryuichi was not even his son, but the old man
thought of him as one, even though he did not approve of his stepson�s career
choice.� When Ryuichi was around, Mr.
Shindou showed even less affection to Shuichi, if that was even possible.

The pressure and stress of his very existence was
starting to get to Shuichi.� He had to
find a way to make things better, find a way to escape from reality and the
suicidal thoughts that continually plagued him.�
That was where music came in.

At a very young age, Shuichi taught himself how to
play the piano from watching Tohma when he, his brother and Noriko
practiced.� Then when he met Hiro, the
two of them started jamming together, nothing serious, just a way to pass the
time, but it helped.� Shuichi could lose
himself in the music the two of them made together.� Then when they were introduced to Suguru one
day when he came with Tohma to practice, the three of them jammed and the rest
was history.� What was done at first in
fun became serious and Shuichi could lose himself even more into it.� Bad Luck was his life.� Writing songs, helping Suguru with the music
arrangements, helping Hiro find knew gigs, new bars and clubs to play at, new
contests they could enter to get their names out there.

Recently, it has not been enough.� The crowds, the lights, the music...it was
not the same.� It became like medicine
that did not work anymore because the body had built up a tolerance against it.� He needed to find something else to help him
escape reality.

And he did.� In
the form of Kizou.

---

The guy walked into the bathroom after one of Bad
Luck's shows at some bar with his shadow, Yutoshi.� Both wore baggy, torn jeans, tight T-shirts
and thickly heeled boots.� Their hair was
greasy and they smelled of smoke and urine.�
Their breath stank like spoiled milk and egg salad left in the sun too
long.

��

�You look like you could use some cheering up,� Kizou
told the fifteen-year-old Shuichi.� He
reached inside his leather jacket and pulled out a bottle of pills.� �This one's on the house.�

Shuichi blinked at the man and stared at the white
plastic bottle.� �What're these?� he
asked suspiciously.

�Something to turn your frown upside down,� Yutoshi
chuckled.

�Here,� Kizou said handing over the pills and a
stained white card.� �If ya need
anything, give me a call.�� He tapped the
top of the card.� �That's me.� Remember, anything,� he whispered huskily.

Yutoshi chuckled and smiled.� He blinked at the boy and followed Kizou out
of the bathroom.

---

At first, Shuichi had been reluctant to take the
pills.� He had no idea what they were or
what they would do.� And he had no idea
who that guy was that had given them to him.�
His first impulse had been to throw them into the nearest trashcan, but
for some reason they ended up in his backpack instead where he forgot about
them.� That was until his father refused
to come once again to one of his shows.

---

�Singing is not a job.�
It is not a career.� You cannot
pay the bills by singing and prancing around on stage like a whore.� You cannot support a wife and children.�

��

Shuichi had been tempted to tell the staunch ass wipe
he did not tend to ever have a wife and that he would rather �prance around on
stage like a whore� than dress in a five-piece suit and work nine hour days in
some office building where the AC was on so high it felt like it was twenty
below year long for nothing
but pocket change.� However, he kept his
tongue.� Instead, he tried
begging the man.� �If you'd just come
and-�

�No.�

�But-�

�I said no!�

�-we're really good,� Shuichi finished as if his
father had not cut him off.� �And-�

Mr. Shindou slammed a fist onto the tabletop.� �If you keep this up, you'll be on the
streets so fast, your head'll spin!�

With tears running down his face, Shuichi raced
through the house to his room.� He began
tossing things into his bag blindly when something white fell out of his bag
and rolled under his bed.� Crawling under
his bed, he grabbed the small
cylindrical container.� He crawled back
out covered with dust and stared at the bottle in misery.� Then, without thinking,
he popped the cap and swallowed a handful of the small, round white pills.� Instantly, it did not matter what his father
thought.

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�Hey, guys, the Mad Doggs are on their last song,�
said a young voice from behind them, snapping Shu back to reality.� �Ready?�

��

�Hey, Suguru,� Hiro greeted his friend distracted.

Shuichi glanced at his young keyboard player's
reflection in the mirror as he finished applying his eyeliner.� Capping the stick, he tossed it into his
makeup bag and then put zipping the small bag, tossed it into his
backpack.� Shouldering his bag, he
reached besides him and popped his hat on his head.� Turning around, he studied Suguru.� �Looking good, Su.�

�Ya think so?��
Suguru turned around, his hands out from his body.� He was wearing a pair of Shuichi's white
leather pants and his own white cotton turtleneck under a black leather vest
that used to belong to his cousin.

�Sexy,� Shuichi confirmed.� �If ya were a few years older, I'd do ya,� he
said with a sly blink

Suguru blushed.

Chuckling, Shuichi patted the kid on the shoulder as
he passed him.� �You're bound to break a
few hearts, Suguru.�

The fourteen-year-old blushed deeper.

Hiro watched his best friend silently.� Shuichi was putting on a brave front, acting
as if nothing was wrong, but Hiro was not stupid or easily distracted.� �Shuichi,� he called.

�I'm going to go warm up,� the singer said as he felt
the bathroom.

Hiro sighed heavily.

Suguru stared at the vanishing singer than at a
dejected Hiro.� �What's wrong?�

Shaking his head, Hiro said truthfully, �I wish I
knew.�

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Shuichi strode with long strides down the back gloomy
hall to the back door.� Pushing it open,
he stepped out into the garbage-strewn alley.�
Slipping his bag off his shoulder, he reached inside, riffling among all
the crap until he found the bottle of pills.�
Popping off the lid, he shook several into his hand and swallowed them
dry.

Closing his eyes, Shuichi leaned his head against the
side of the building.� Immediately, he
felt the tension he had not realized was there slide away.� The fine trembling along his body stilled.� Opening his eyes, he stared at the graffiti
strewn building inches from his face with a growing smile.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed away from the wall,
shouldered his bag and went back inside the bar.� A chuckle was bubbling to life in his throat
and he had a skip in his step.� He
suddenly felt as if he could do anything.

�Bad Luck!�
You're on,� came the call from near the stage.

Shuichi met his band mates at the door to the
bathroom, grinning and giggling.� �Let's
do this, guys!�

�Yeah,� Suguru echoed.�
�Let's win this battle.�

Hiro smiled halfheartedly and followed his friends
onto the stage.� He studied his friend as
the man walked up the microphone.� Hiro
picked up his guitar, waiting for his cue, wondering what had happened to
change his friend in such a short period.

Shuichi smiled out at the cheering crowd.� �Good evening!� We're Bad Luck and we're going to rock you!�

The crowd cheered, clapped and whistled in response.

Grinning at his friends, Shuichi then turned back to
the crowd.� This was what it was all about.� This was what
he loved.� Yes, he could do this.� He would show them all.� He would win.

---TBC---

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