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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�s condition takes a turn for the worst
and Eiri has something he needs to speak with Tatsuha and Ryuichi about.

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

Inserts:�
�Web of Night� by TM Revolution

A/N:�
Like my other stuff, this was out previously.� Hope you guys enjoy it.� Thank you to RRW, UnratedCrimsonBlood, Acherona, sun�s
and stars, Nusku, tinlizzie81592, Lumiwolf, xNeTsUx for your reviews,

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Chapter
20: Never Say Goodbye

Without the usual daytime chaos, the hospital seemed
eerily empty.� The only sound came from
the soft-soled sneakers squeaking against the laminate floors as they went
about their duties.� Janitors in grey
overalls pushed buckets down the empty halls with mops as they took advantage
of the downtime to clean and sterilize the hospital.

��

It was well after midnight and the hospital was as
silent as a tomb, but the serene silence was shattered quite unexpectedly as an
alarm went off in the ICU ward.� The
nurses in their brightly colored uniforms and doctors in their white lab coats
immediately jumped into action.� They
knew exactly what to do thanks to their training.� Dr. Burry, a physician visiting Japan from Wales on a cultural exchange,
happened to be at the nurse's station updating one of his patient charts.� When the bell sounded, he cursed sharply and
raced down the hall.� He was vaguely
aware of a female voice over the intercom.

��

The door to an ICU room was flung open and a stampede
of men and women flew into the room.�
There, the beeping was the loudest.�
Shouts, various orders and a cacophony of noise filtered through the
once silent hospital corridors.

��

The patient lying prone in the hospital bed looked
like he was taking part in a reenactment of the Egyptian mummification process
with all the bandages encasing him.� It
was either that or part of some scientific experiment in a futuristic sci-fi
movie with all the tubes and wires that were stuck to him.� He was surrounded by machines of every shape
and size that monitored every aspect of his health.� They all shouted that things were going down
hill and fast.

��

The covers were flung back by someone, but in all the
commotion, it was not clear who was responsible, but it was not important.� CPR was started, thirty chest compressions
before breathing in the patient�s mouth.�
When the crash cart with the defibrillator finally arrived, clear gel
was spread onto the paddles before they were pressed against the young man's
chest.

��

�Clear!�

��

Everybody stepped back.� A button was pressed and the bandaged body
jumped off the bed.� This was tried repeatedly,
each time the voltage upped, but try as they might, soon it became evident that
their tries were futile.

The noise ceased and silence once again reigned
supreme in the hospital.� The only sound
was a loud steady beep.

��

�Call,� said Dr. Burry, glancing down at his watch.

A heavy feeling of disappointment and frustration
weighed heavily upon the occupants of the room.�
At ten after one in the morning, one Takanori �Taki� Aizawa was
pronounced dead.� The machines were shut
off and the sheet was laid over the now deceased patient.

+---+---+

In the distance, it was just beginning to grow lighter
with the approaching dawn.� It had been a
cool night with a gentle warm breeze, but with the approaching daybreak, the
wind died and the heat started to warm the land.� It was going to be another scorcher.� It was a good thing he replaced his air
conditioner.

��

Eiri sat on the stone railing that enclosed the porch
and leaned against the side of the apartment building, one leg bent before him
and the other hanging straight at his side.�
Tipping his head back, he placed his cigarette between his lips, inhaled
deeply and then tossed the butt on the cement block, crushing it under his foot
and exhaled a thin stream of smoke into the air.

��

He vaulted when he heard the sudden sharp shrill of
the phone.� He left the patio doors open
to let the breeze circulate through the apartment and so he could hear Shuichi
in case the kid woke up.� Cursing his
jumpiness, he walked back into the house and grabbed the nearest
extension.� He glanced at the clock in
the corner.� Red glowing numbers told him
it was a little after five in the morning.�
Whoever thought it was funny to call so early was a dead man.� �Hello?� he asked irately.

��

�Uh,� stuttered the male voice over the line.

��

Eiri sighed heavily.�
It was way too early for this crap.

��

�Uhm, is this�the Uesugi residence?�

Eiri glared through squinted eyes, fuming with
impatience.� �It depends,� he
snapped.� Fuck etiquette.� At five o'clock in the goddamn morning, he
was not in the mood to deal with morons who could not tell their ass from a
hole in the ground.

��

�Uh,� stuttered the man.

��

Eiri heard him gulp.�
He was beginning to get a headache.�
�Was there a point to this phone call, other than annoying the hell out
of me?� Or do you just get a kick out of
waking people up at five in the morning?� he snapped harshly.

��

�Uh, well...I was�Is Shuichi there?� he said
quietly.� His voice sounded thick and
nasally.� Eiri wondered about that.� �I called his cellphone and his brother told
me he was with you.�

��

Eiri growled.�
Why would that idiot do something stupid like that?� �He's asleep,� he snapped.� �What do you want?�

��

The man cleared his throat.� �My name is Ma.� I'm a friend of Shuichi's.�

��

Eiri raised a suspicious eyebrow at that.� He could not remember Shuichi ever mentioning
this Ma guy.� A surge of jealousy washed
over him.� How did his Shuichi
know this guy?� Was he a friend or a
�friend�?� �And�?�� His voice betrayed his suspicion and malice.

��

Ma had a feeling this was the guy he heard about from
Kizou and Taki the other week.� Just
thinking about his old friend sent a fresh wave of sadness washing over
him.� He blinked rapidly to dispel the
gathering tears blurring his vision.� He
cleared his throat, trying to vanquish a sudden lump in his throat.� �I got a phone call from Mrs. Aizawa not too
long ago,� he told Eiri, his voice tight and strained.

��

�And I should care because...?�

��

When Ma received the phone call from Taki's mother
yesterday about the accident, he was the man would pull through.� He was strong and as stubborn as a mule.� That was the reason he decided to wait to go
and visit him.� Taki survived some major
shit in the past, so something as trivial as an accident was not going to stop
him.� Or so that was what he tried to
convince himself anyway.� In truth, the
real reason why he put off going to see him was that he had been afraid.� He did not want to see the man he regarded as
somewhat of a superman looking so fragile and helpless.� It was like realizing the person you had a
crush on was nothing more than a heartless jerk.� It shatters your illusion and that was what
Ma had been trying to avoid.� �I
thought�I thought he'd like to know that��
His voice choked to a halt.� He
tipped his head back and opened his eyes wide.�
�Tell Shu that Taki�� This was
the hardest thing he had ever had to do.�
He has known Taki his entire life.�
He was his best friend.� As hard
as he tried, he could not remember when he met him.� It was when they were children he was sure of
that, but the rest was clouded in mystery, not that it really mattered.� Taki had always been their leader.� He looked out for him and Ken.� He took care of them.

��

�What about that asshole?� came an angry, impatient
growl.

��

Ma snapped out of his thoughts with a sharp shake of
his head.� He cleared his throat of a
threatening sob.� There was a sharp pain
in his heart when he heard the disgust that filled the older man's voice.� Shuichi must have told him about everything
Taki did to him.� Ma could not blame this
guy for hating Taki, but he could not find it in his heart to feel the
same.� To him, Taki would always be Taki,
no matter what he did.� Nobody told him
what exactly happened yesterday afternoon.�
All he knew was that Taki was in a scuffle with someone and that when he
turned to leave, he lost his balance and fell in front of an oncoming car.� Now, he wondered if that �scuffle� was with
this guy.� When he heard the annoyed
growl over the line, Ma said, �He passed away earlier this morning.�

��

Eiri blinked stupidly as his mind drew a blank.� Passed away?�
As in dead?� Gone?� A grin slowly crossed his face.� That meant Taki had not been killed instantly
like he first thought, but what did that matter right now?� He would be first in line to thank the Grim
Reaper or Shinigami, or whatever it was that helped a soul
crossover.� Now that bastard was finally
out of their hair for good.� If Taki had
survived then that would have been a cause for alarm, especially with him being
the father of Shuichi's baby- unless there was something Shuichi had neglected
to tell him.

His grin vanished as quickly as it appeared as he
thought about his lover sleeping soundly down the hall.� He mumbled something that sounded almost like
�thank you� before hanging up.� He stared
down the dark hallway, deep in thought.�
He could care less what happens to that evil bastard, but Shuichi was
another story.� Just how was he supposed
to tell him about Aizawa?

+---+---+

(1 Week
Later)

Just like the summer you never hesitate

I�m drawn to you like a moth to a flame

A new horizon before our eyes

Whatever may cause our path, I�ll keep this love alive

I�m falling back into the web of night

The song blared over the car speakers.� The bass thundered through the car, vibrating
the frame dangerously.� Eiri gripped the
wheel tightly.� His knuckles turned white
under the pressure.� He gritted his teeth
in irritation.� His head was pounding in
time with the song.� Not caring if he got
a ticket, the writer sped up.� The faster
he got them home, the sooner he could turn this damn noise off!

��

Shuichi, oblivious to his boyfriend's pain, bopped his
head and tapped his finger against the car door in time with the beat.

��

�And that was �Web of Night�,� the DJ was saying over
the ending of the song.

��

Shuichi smiled happily and flicked the radio off.� He settled back into the seat with a content
sigh.

��

�Thank God,� Eiri muttered as he turned down the street
to his apartment.

��

�What?�� Shuichi
turned towards his lover.

��

�That damn shit was giving me a freaking headache.�

��

�Oh!�� Shuichi
blinked at Eiri.� �I'm sorry,� he
blushed, looking sheepish.� �You
should've said something.� I woulda
turned it down.�

��

Eiri sighed irritably.�
�Why must you insist on listening to that crap at deafening levels?� You're going to be deaf before you turn
twenty at this rate.�

��

�What?�� Shuichi
stared in shock at the older man.� �I
will not,� he argued, shaking his head.�
�Besides, I love that song!�

��

Eiri cast his lover a quick glance with a snort.� �And you can't love that song at a lower
volume?�

��

Shuichi blinked stupidly at him.� �Why would I?�

��

Eiri sighed.�
Oh, boy, he thought.� �Never
mind,� he mumbled.� �Anyway, what's your
excuse for every other time you watch TV or listen to the radio?�

��

Tohma Seguchi gave Shuichi the week off so he could
relax and recuperate after everything that happened.� Eiri was the one who insisted on his lover
spending the time at his apartment and by the end of the second day he had been
ready to toss the boy right out the door on his cute, little tight ass.� It was something he had not known about his
adorable boyfriend.� Shuichi has
to listen to the television and the radio at ear splitting levels.� The damn brat just could not have silence in
the house.� To him it was
sacrilegious.� It was very annoying and
very distracting.

��

Shuichi shrugged nonchalant.� �What can I say?� Music is in my blood!�� He tossed his hands in the air and laughed.

��

Eiri smirked, shaking his head in disbelief.� �Unbelievable,� he said.� �What.�
A. Moron.�

��

The laughter stopped as if a switch had been
flicked.� Shuichi turned towards
him.� �What?�

��

�Nothing.� Just
wondering how I got stuck with such a geek for a boyfriend.�

��

Shuichi beamed a smile at the writer.� He clasped his hands in his lap.� �Just lucky!�

��

Eiri snorted as he signaled and pulled into the
driveway.� Shuichi was a crazy kid with
some quirky habits, but he loved him.�
Why?� Now that was the question of
the century.� Why does the sun
shine?� Why is the grass green and the
sky blue?� Who knows?� Who really cares?

��

�Hey, look!�

��

Shuichi's shout snapped Eiri out of his thoughts.� He followed the kids pointing finger and cursed.� Standing outside his apartment were their
brothers.� �You've got to be
kidding!� Jeeze, why don't they just move
in if they're going to come over every single freaking day?!�

��

�Oh, come on, Eiri!�
They're family!�

��

Eiri pulled into his assigned parking spot.� �Family or not,� he told his lover, �we don't
have time��

He glanced over at his lover�or rather where his lover
had been sitting.� The passenger
door was flung wide open and racing across the lot towards his brother and his
lover was Shuichi.�

�Dammit,� Eiri cursed.�
He had not even waited until the car had come to complete stop!� �How many fucking times�?�

��

Shutting off the car, he grabbed his cellphone from
the middle console and stepped out of the car.�
Clipping it to his belt, he shut the door, rounded his Mercedes to the
passenger side and shut the door Shuichi left open.� Angrily, he stormed towards his lover who was
talking rapidly and gesturing wildly with their guests.� He was most likely telling them about his
doctor's appointment they just came from.�
According to the doctor, Shuichi was indeed pregnant.� She estimated about ten weeks.� It was official.� He was not the father, but that would not
stop him from being a father to this child.

��

As he crossed towards his lover, he could not help but
notice that his lover had a healthy glow about him.� He had a giant smile plastered on his
face.� He was beaming, like a pair of headlights
in the darkness.� He had not stopped
bouncing or smiling since they left the doctors.� He had never seen Shuichi happier in all the
time he had known him.� But that was why
the idiot should not be bounding out of moving vehicles!

��

�Shuichi Shindou,� he bellowed angrily.

��

Shuichi stopped in mid-sentence.� He glanced over his shoulder and cringed at
the furious expression on his lover's face.�
Now what had he done?� �Uh,
Eiri?� What�?�

��

Eiri slapped his lover upside the head when he got
close enough.

��

�Ow!� Eiri,�
Shuichi cried.� He covered the back of
his poor, tender head.� �What was that
for?� he sobbed, his voice trembling and tears running down his face.

��

Ryuichi and Tatsuha gasped in shock.� Ryuichi glared at the older writer.

��

�Idiot,� Eiri yelled angrily.� He enveloped his boyfriend in a
bone-crunching hug.� �Do you want to get
yourself killed?�� He stepped back and
cupped Shuichi's face.� �Never do that
again, understand?�� He brushed away his
lover's tears with his thumbs, leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on his
lips.

��

Shuichi's eyes grew wide in shock and a deep blush
crossed his cheeks as Eiri kissed him right in front of his brother!

��

�It's not just you anymore,� Eiri reminded him in a
softer tone, pulling back.� �You have to
think about our baby�and me.�

��

Shuichi's eyes grew wide; this time in shock at what
Eiri was telling him.� He flung himself
at his boyfriend and hugged him tight.�
�I'm sorry,� he cried.� �I'm
sorry.�

��

Eiri hugged him back.�
�It's okay.� Just don't do it
again, okay?�

��

Shuichi stepped back and wiped at his wet face with a
nod.

��

Eiri draped his arm around Shuichi's shoulders and
held him tightly against his side, who wrapped his arms tightly around his
waist.� Eiri glanced suspiciously at his
brother and his lover.

��

Tatsuha grinned at his brother.� He never knew his cold-hearted brother had a
soft side.� It was so cute!

��

Eiri growled.�
He knew that look.� He knew what
his brother was thinking.� He sighed
impatiently.� �What the hell are you
doing here?� Whatever it is will have to
wait.� We just came home to change, and
then we're going to a funeral.�

��

Ryuichi, who had been watching his little baby Shu-shu
and his much older boyfriend closely, snapped out of his ministrations.� �What funeral?�

��

Eiri rolled his eyes.�
�The brat wants to go pay his respects to that asshole Aizawa.�� He grunted, doubling over when sudden pain
laced his side.� He glared at his tiny
lover, who had elbowed him and who was now glaring angrily at him.

��

�What time do you have to be there?� Tatsuha asked.

��

Eiri glanced at his watch.� It was not even ten o'clock.� �An hour.�

��

Tatsuha nodded and exchanged a knowing look with his
lover.� �Well,� he said, �you may want to
be late for this.�

��

Eiri raised an eyebrow.� �Really?�

��

Shuichi glanced from one person to another.� �What's going on?�

��

Ryuichi stepped forward.� �Shuichi,� he said.� He glanced down at the ground as he tried to
gather his thoughts.� �Shuichi,� he began
again, raising his head, �what if�what if Tatsuha and I were to become your
legal guardians?�

��

Shuichi blinked, completely stupefied.� Ryuichi and Tatsuha wanted to become his
guardians?� Why?� Was his mother and father not his guardians?� Had something happened?� He glanced from Ryuichi to Tatsuha and back
in rising panic.� His heart started
beating rapidly.� �Did something
happen?!� Is Mom-?�

��

Ryuichi shook his head.� �No, no, no.�
They're both fine, Shu.� It's just
that Tatsuha and I thought that�we'd be better guardians for you than�Mom and
Father.�

��

Shuichi blinked in confusion.� �I don't understand.�

��

�We petitioned the courts to become your legal
guardians.�� He dropped his head,
gathering his thoughts.� �Shuichi, Father
and Mother...they gave up their parental rights.� We are now�officially your legal guardians.�

��

Shock sent his system into over load.� Shuichi went pale as his brother's words sank
in.� The world started tilted
haphazardly.� Then everything went dark.

+---+---+

Eiri sat on the opposite L of the couch from Ryuichi
and Tatsuha.� His ankle crossed over his knee,
the writer draped an arm along the back of the couch.� �So,� he drawled, taping the fingers of his
other hand on his folded knee.� He so
needed a cigarette, but he promised not to smoke in the apartment anymore.� There was no way he could stop smoking, even
if he wanted to, but for Shuichi and the sake of the baby he compromised with
the brat and decided to cut back and not smoke in the apartment.� It was harder then he thought possible, but
it was well worth the hell he was going through.� �Seguchi helped pull this whole thing off,
did he?�� It was so like him to stick his
big nose into everything.

��

�Yes,� Ryuichi said with a nod, �he did.� We told Tohma what we wanted to do and asked
him if there was anything he could do and he said he would do everything in his
power to help us.�

��

�He really cares about Shuichi,� Tatsuha said, �and
would do anything for the boy.�

Apparently, Eiri thought.� This went to show how much influence the
president of NG Productions had.� Either
some people owed him some favors, or he knew a little something-something about
the right people.� Eiri thought about it
and decided the last sounded more like his brother-in-law.� He snorted and shook his head.

��

�Without Tohma's connections, it would've taken
months.�

��

Eiri raised an eyebrow in question.

��

�Shuichi would have been taken into custody with
Social Services until the claims were thoroughly investigated and that could've
taken�who knows how long,� Ryuichi added in agreement.

��

Eiri blinked, slowly going over what the idiot Sakuma
just said.� Shuichi would have been taken
into custody.� Meaning he would have been
taken away from him?� Oh, no, no, no!� Hell no!�
Shuichi was his and he did not intend to ever let that damn brat
go.� He raised an imaginary glass.� �Here's to Dictator General Seguchi and his
connections,� he toasted.

��

His brother laughed and imitated him.� �Here, here.�

��

Even Ryuichi chuckled.

��

�Ya know,� Tatsuha said after a few moments of
silence, �even if we had gone through the proper channels,� he continued, �I
don't think it would have taken all that long.�

��

Ryuichi turned to look at his lover in question.

��

�How so?� Eiri asked.

��

�Well, I was just thinking that there wouldn't have
been much to investigate.� Ryu and I have
been thinking about this for a while now, ya know.� Since Shuichi hasn't been home in�God knows
how long.� He's always either here or at
our place.� It's common knowledge that
Mr. Shindou doesn't care about his son.�

��

Eiri scowled.�
So, what Shuichi told him was true.

---

�My dad...he... hates my guts.�� The tears flowed faster down his face.

��

�What?�� Eiri
could not believe that to be the truth, maybe an exaggeration, but how could a
parent truly despise their child?� �I'm
sure that's not true.�� He reached out
with his other hand and gently brushed his fingers across the boy's wet
cheek.� �I can't imagine anyone thinking
that about you,� he whispered huskily.

��

�It is,� Shuichi protested.� �I'm just a freak, a mutation, a waste of
flesh...!� he sobbed.� �My brother was
more of a father to me than Dad ever was!�
He ignores me like I wasn't even there!��
Great sobs racked his body, making him shudder.� His face was red and wet from all the
crying.� �My father...he doesn't care
what I do!� I could show up as dead as a
doornail on his doorstep and he wouldn't care!�

---

It was hard to believe.� How could anyone hate Shuichi?� What was there not to love about the
kid?� Damn that man!� He could kill him!

��

�We're the ones he comes to for help and advice,�
Tatsuha continued.� �We're the ones
who've been taking care of him his entire life.�

��

�When we confronted my father about what we wanted,�
Ryuichi continued in a soft voice, �he�he didn't even argue.�

��

�What?� Eiri cried in shock as he flew up.� �Are you saying he didn't put up a fight?�

��

Ryuichi and Tatsuha shook their heads.

��

�He gave up his parental rights,� Ryuichi
confirmed.� �He essentially washed his
hands of Shuichi.�

��

Eiri was still in shock.� He could not believe that a father could give
up his child without a fight.� Eiri shook
out of his thoughts as Ryuichi stood up.

��

�I'm going to go check on Shu,� the older singer said.

��

�Wait,� Eiri called out to him.� Ryuichi sat back down and looked at him
curiously.� �There's actually�� He bowed his head and blushed.� He scolded himself for being so weak.� �There's something I wanted to ask you guys.�

��

Tatsuha and Ryuichi glanced at each other then at the
once cold and stoic writer.

��

�It's about�Shuichi and me.�

---TBC---

Preview: �Listen to
Your Heart�

A/N: There is a
reason I gave Taki the name �Takanori�.�
You�ll just have to wait and see what that reason is.� And, is it me?� Or does Shuichi tend to do a lot of
fainting?� Just realized it. �Blame it on his pregnancy.� And what exactly is it that Eiri wants to
talk to Ryuichi and Tatsuha about?
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