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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:� Shuichi and Eiri make up and we get the first
glimpse of Shuichi�s new song.

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

Inserts:� Alfred, Lord
Tennyson, �In Memoriam AHH� & �Street of Dreams� by Rainbow (the title of
this story is based on this song)

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, DearLunacy for your
reviews.� I hope you guys had a nice New
Years.

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Chapter
22: Listen to Your Heart - Part 2

The air inside the car was heavy and thick.� Even a chainsaw would not be able to cut
through it.� An uncomfortable silence
hung just as heavy and oppressive around their necks.

��

Tears filled violet eyes, but did not trickle down
flushed cheeks, as if an invisible barrier stopped them from imminent
exposure.� Shuichi's vision blurred
behind those salty droplets.� He wiped
his runny nose on the sleeve of his black suit jacket and sniffed.

��

Seeing him out of the corner of his eye, Eiri slapped
his arm.

��

�Ow,� Shuichi cried out in pain.� He cradled his injured arm to his chest and
stared at his boyfriend in shock and confusion.�
�What was that for?� he whined.

��

�Use a fucking Kleenex,� Eiri barked.

��

Shuichi�s eyes went wide before he dropped his head
submissively and nodded in compliance.�
He clasped his hands in his lap and stared at his feet meekly.� A deep chasm of melancholy and anguish was
slowing eating away at him.� He wished a
hole would open up and just swallow him.

The shield cracked under the pressure and the first
tear made its slow trek down Shuichi's cheek.�
The singer did not have the energy to reach up and brush it away.� He felt like a rag that had been wrung out.� Only instead of water, his liveliness was
swirling the drain.

��

After everything that happened this past month, he
completely forgot about NG Productions moving to Tokyo some time next year.� He, Hiro and Suguru have been working hard to
perfect themselves.�
Shuichi wanted Bad Luck to be the best band in the music business.� He wanted to surpass his big brother and
Nittle Grasper.� He wanted Bad Luck to be
one of those rare bands who were around twenty, thirty years from now.� He wanted to be on that stage hearing the
roar of the crowd and know they were all there to see him; that he was the one
they came to see.� He wanted to give them
something they would still be talking about a decade or two or three from
now.� He wanted to inspire people to
follow their hearts, to make their dreams reality and to do their best.� He wanted to make a difference in somebody's
life, to have people say that if he could do it then so could they.� Shuichi wanted it all, but he could not do it
alone.� His dreams were too big even for
him.

��

Shuichi loved singing and performing for people.� It did not matter if it was one person or
one-hundred.� Music was in his
blood.� It was the only interest he had
and if he were to lose it, he was not sure what he would do.� Hiro who had always been toted as an academic
genius was on his way to being valedictorian while Shuichi had not even gone to
high school.� He probably would have
bombed the entrance exams anyway seeing as he barely managed to pass junior
high and that had only been possible thanks to Hiro.� Besides, classes started too early and ran too
late.� He hated to study, not that he
understood the lessons to begin with.�
They usually went right over his head.�
Studying what he already was confused about just made his head spin even
more.� Besides, it did not really matter
if he did or did not study anyway.� His
mind went completely blank right before a test and everything he had
known vanished, as if he never learned it in the first place.� Even getting a tutor did not help.� In addition, the teachers!� They just droned on and on and on.� It was as if they liked the sound of their
own voices.� For him, school was kin to
torture.� It was an establishment meant
to punish children and keep them out of their parents� hair.

The only thing that kept him going was his love of
music.� He joined the school choir in
junior high and became a featured soloist.�
He even joined the school band after the conductor caught him playing
the piano in the music room one day.� It
was where he actually met Hiro.

��

While he enjoyed writing (to a certain extent), literature
was one great snooze fest because unless it had to do with music or was one of
those rare mangas he fell in love with, he always seemed to fall asleep while
reading, especially when it came to that crap considered �great works�.� It was weird, his eyes just suddenly became
heavy and he could not keep them open even if his life depended on it.� Literature may not be his forte, but there
was one poem that stuck out in his mind from the hordes of crap they forced onto
him and his fellow students.� One stanza
in particular.� It was an elegy by
Alfred, Lord Tennyson called, �In Memoriam AHH�.� The poem was an autobiography of Alfred, Lord
Tennyson's grief, loss and eventual solace over the loss of his close friend
Arthur Henry Hallam.

��

This year I slept and woke with pain,

I almost wish'd no more to wake,

And that my hold on life would break

Before I heard those bells again:

��

The stanza deals with Tennyson's thoughts of suicide
during the first Christmas without his friend.�
Shuichi could relate to Lord Tennyson�s grief more than he cared to
admit.� If he had not had music in his
life, these same dark thoughts would have overwhelmed him even more than they
already had.

��

But now all his hard work was finally beginning to pay
off.� Tohma agreed to sign Bad Luck to a
recording contract, not because of Shuichi's connection to Nittle Grasper, not
because his big brother was none other than Ryuichi Sakuma, but because he
recognized their talent.� This was
something Shuichi and the others have been working so hard for and now that he
had it, was he just going to give it up so that he could be with Eiri?� Did he love the man so much that he could
just give up on his dream?

��

Shuichi gazed at his lover out of the corner of his
eye.� Eiri was staring straight ahead and
concentrating almost obsessively on the road.�
His golden hazel eyes were narrowed and squinty.� His lips were pursed together and his jaw
set.� Annoyance, anger and frustration
were written clearly on his face.

��

Shuichi twirled his head back around and stared at his
feet.

��

As much as music meant to him and as much as it did
for him, the one thing music had not been able to do was bring him completely
out of the dark and into the light.� It
did not help him forget about a father who wished he were never born or a
mother who blinded herself to reality, a woman who believed that if you could
not see it then it was not there.� He
still felt an empty void inside of him.�
When Kizou came into his life and offered him an opportunity to forget
all his troubles and sorrow, Shuichi took it.�
At the time, he believed Kizou was the answer to all his problems.� He was the solution to his despair.� But in the end, the plug that was supposed to
stop the water from going down the drain just ended up being pulled down right
along with the dirty dishwater.� Not all
the drugs, sex and alcohol helped him to forget.� It was like taking a boiling pot off the
burner and putting it back on a few moments later.� All just continued to boil.

��

That was where Eiri came in.� The man came out of nowhere and stole his
heart.� He burst into his life, grabbed
him and walked off without apologizing.�
Eiri was his first in so many respects.�
He was the first person to accept him for who he was.� The first to not have a hidden agenda.� Eiri was the first person he felt comfortable
enough around to finally relax and be himself.�
He made his pulse race and his body react.� Eiri made his mouth go inexplicably dry and
made his palms sweat.� When they were not
together, Shuichi longed to be with him.�
He was always thinking of the blond writer.� The guy was never far from his thoughts.� Shuichi caught himself always reminding himself,
�I gotta remember to tell Eiri that.��
When he went shopping, there was always something that would remind him
of the man, or something he would buy with the man in mind.� Eiri was everything.� Without him, Shuichi was nothing.� For the first time in his life, Shuichi felt
whole.� Eiri filled that void that sat
empty within him for so long, an emptiness that not even music had been able to
touch.

��

Shuichi bit the inside of his lip and peeked at
Eiri.� Eiri had been so furious when he
told him about Tohma relocating the record company to Tokyo.

---

�I'll make
you a deal,� Shuichi said.� He turned towards
the man.

��

Eiri raised
an eyebrow at his lover.� �Oh?� What kind of deal?�

��

�Well, I'll
agree to marry you only��

��

Eiri waited.

��

��if you
agree to�� The rest was lost as Shuichi
bowed his head, his face burning and straining.

��

Eiri blinked,
not sure he heard his lover right.�
�What?�

��

Shuichi's
face burned warmer.� �Next fall, Tohma's
going to�uhm; he's going to be moving the uhm, record company to�Tokyo.�

��

Eiri stared
at Shuichi blankly for several long moments.

��

Shuichi
blushed deeply.� He stared at the ground,
unable to look at his boyfriend.� He
could not believe that he had forgotten something like this!

��

Then it came.

��

�What?!�

��

Shuichi bowed his head in shame and guilt.� How could he have forgotten something this
huge?� This changed everything!� He felt the prickle of threatening tears, but
pushed them aside.� Crying now would only
make Eiri madder.

��

Eiri narrowed his eyes and glared at the teen.� �This better be some kind of sick joke,
Shuichi Shindou.�

---

Shuichi had had nothing to say to that, just hung his
head in disgrace.� He wished it were a
joke.� To Eiri, his silence must have
said it all.� Eiri stalked back to the
car with an aura of rage and fury engulfing him.� The only thing Eiri said to him in the last
thirty minutes was, �Get the fuck in the damn car or you'll be walking
back!�� Eiri hated him and it was his
fault!� Did Eiri no longer want to be
with him?� Was he going to break up with
him and call off the engagement?� Was
Eiri going to go back on his promise to love and support him and the baby?� The thought of Eiri abandoning him as
everyone else in his life had gave him a heavy heart.� Shuichi�s soft sobs grew into great
wails.� Everything was finally going
right in his life and he had to screw it all up!

��

Idiot!�
Idiot!� Idiot!

��

Shuichi became blinded by his tears as a sudden
onslaught pooled down his face.� He
covered his mouth as a loud sob filled the silence of the car.� His tiny frame shook as he cried.� It felt as if his heart had been ripped
violently out of his chest.

��

Hearing Shuichi's cries tugged at Eiri's
heartstrings.� His anger slowly dissolved
like a deflating balloon.� He hated it
when Shuichi cried, especially when it was because of him.� It always made him feel so helpless.� He never comforted anyone or been comforted
before.� He did not know what to do in
situations like these.� But the boy
sounded so miserable!� He had to do
something.� It was eating Eiri up that he
was responsible for Shuichi�s unhappiness.�
Shuichi should be happy.� The boy
should be smiling and laughing but instead he was sitting in the passenger seat
bawling his eyes out.� �Dammit,� Eiri
cursed under his breath.� He glanced
around and spotting an empty space along the curb, signaled and pulled over.

��

Shuichi tensed up when he realized the car was slowing
down.� Eiri was pulling over?� Had he finally had it with him?� Was he going to end it right here instead of
waiting until they got home?� No, no, no,
no, no!� A wave of desolation and panic
washed over him.� His heart started
beating triple time.� He had to do
something!� He could not let Eiri walk
out of his life!� Despite the seatbelt,
Shuichi flung himself onto his boyfriend, gripping his arm tightly through the
thick fabric of his suit coat and green button down shirt.

��

Eiri gasped in surprise.� He had to jerk the wheel and slam on the
brakes in order to keep from smashing into the parked car in front of him.� �Jesus fucking Christ,� he cursed.� He hung his head back against the seat and
took a long, deep breath, trying to slow down his racing heart.� �What the hell are you�?�� His voice faded as he turned towards his
fianc� and saw the look of utter terror on the boy�s face.

��

Shuichi stared at the older man with tears coursing
down his face and snot drooling from his nose, but he did not care.� Holding onto Eiri was the most important
thing right now.� �PLEASE DON'T LEAVE
ME!� PLEASE!�� He wrapped his arms around Eiri's chest and
buried his tear and snot filled face on his arm.

��

Eiri blinked in surprise.� Leave him?�
What in the world�?� Then
everything fell into place.� He sighed
heavily.� Why did Shuichi always jump to
the worst-case scenario when it came to their relationship?

��

Shuichi wailed piteously.� �I'll do anything!� Just please do not leave me!� PLEASE!�
I need you!� I can't do this
alone!�� Shuichi's voice thickened, his
words started to slur.� �I'm sorry I
didn't tell you about Tokyo,
but so much�s happened that I forgot!�
Please!� Give me another
chance!� Please!� I swear I'll make it up to you!�

��

Oh, Shuichi, Eiri thought.� His heart broke as he listened to the little
idiot.� Turning in the teenager's arms,
Eiri hugged him back just as fiercely.�
�I need you too,� he whispered.

��

It was always incredible to watch Shuichi switch from
one emotion to another.� His tears
magically disappeared.� He pulled back
enough so that he could see Eiri's face clearly.� His face was still a mess and his gorgeous
purple eyes clouded.

��

�W-what?�

��

Eiri snickered.�
He shook his head in amusement.�
�You really are an idiot,� he whispered in Shuichi's ear.� He pulled his lover back to him and hugged
him tight.� �When did I ever say that I
was leaving you, huh?�

��

Shuichi's eyes started to water again and his chin
trembled.� On the verge of crying once
again, he sniffled.� �B-but,� he cried,
his voice shaking, �I thought�!� I
thought you ha-hated me!�� He tightened
his hold on Eiri.

��

�Shuichi,� Eiri sighed heavily.� �Why would I hate you?�

��

�I lied to you and you hate me!�� A look of fierce possessiveness stole over
his face washing away the last of his tears and sorrow.� �But I won't let you go!� Ever!�

��

Eiri smirked.�
�Good,� he told his lover, rubbing small circles on the kid�s back.

��

Shuichi opened his mouth to echo that strong
sentiment, but closed it when what Eiri said sunk in.� He blinked in surprise and confusion.

��

Eiri pulled back and reached into the glove
compartment.

��

Shuichi watched as he grabbed something.� When Eiri sat back, Shuichi noticed several tissues
in his hand.

��

Eiri looked at the love of his life with a tender
smile.� He reached out and brushed away a
stray tear.� �Now, wipe your face off,�
he told the boy in a soft but stern voice.�
�You look like you were hit by an ugly stick and that is not a look I
want on my Shuichi.�

��

Shuichi blushed a deep
crimson as he took the Kleenex from the man.�
He scrubbed his face free of tears and drying snot, then blew his
nose.� Feeling a little better, he placed
the used tissues in the small plastic bag hanging from the console.

��

�Now,� Eiri said looking straight at his little
fianc�, �what is this about me hating you?�

��

Shuichi bowed his head, playing with the tissue in his
hands.� His eyes watered.� He fought against the downward tug of the
corners of his lips.

��

�Shuichi?�� Eiri
grabbed Shuichi's chin and gently lifted the boy's head.� �Shuichi, look at me.� Talk to me.�
What's going on in that thick skull of yours, huh?�

��

Shuichi's chin shook and a tear managed to worm its
way down Shuichi's cheek.� He jerked his
chin out of Eiri's grasp and turned his head away.� He was not sure if it was because of shame,
embarrassment or if he was unable or unwilling to face the harsh truth of
reality like his mother.� Shuichi just
could not look at Eiri.

��

Eiri sighed heavily.�
�You really are Sakuma's brother, aren't you?�

��

Shuichi hooked his heels onto the edge of the seat,
wrapped his arms around his knees and rested his cheek on top of his bent
knees.� He turned to stare out the window
and away from Eiri.

��

�Shuichi, I don't hate you.�� Eiri reached out and ran his hand over his
boyfriend's soft, silken strands.� �I
could never hate you.� You mean too much
to me for me to ever hate you.�

��

Shuichi felt a little spark of hope flame to
life.� Lifting his head, he turned to
look at the older man.� There was a look
of cautious hope in his eyes.� �You�you
aren't angry with me for lying to you?�

��

�I'll admit that I'm pissed that you would spring this
on me like this.�� He reached out and
grabbed Shuichi's hand.� He laced their
fingers together and smiled at the boy, putting all the feelings he had for the
boy behind the force of it.� �But I could
never hate you.�

��

He loved this boy more than anything in this
world.� Shuichi was his heart, his soul,
his everything.� He could not imagine his
life without him.� Before he saw Shuichi
at that bar a year ago, his life had been so bleak and dull.� Eiri used to be such a recluse, burying
himself in his writing.� The only time he
went out was for the occasional public appearance he was forced into doing by
his agent, when he had to go to the corner market for a few things (like beer
and cigarettes) and when he was feeling frustrated he went out for a walk or
went to the bar to unwind.� Once or
twice, he even picked up some woman for a quick fuck.� But mostly he kept to himself.� He was not the kind of person who liked or
felt the need to go out.� He hated
socializing of any kind.� He did not like
nightclubs, sports, karaoke bars or parties.�
But Shuichi changed all that.� The
kid livened up his life.� Shuichi was a
light bulb in a room that had always been dark.�
Shuichi made him realize that when it came down to it, he was only
twenty-two and it was high time he started acting like it.� Shuichi made him feel�alive.

��

If someone sat him down and asked, �Why did you fall
in love with him?� What is it about
him?�� Eiri would answer that it was the
big purple eyes that were always shinning.�
The big silly thousand-watt smile he was always wearing.� His girlish giggle.� The teary puppy dog eyes and cute little pout
he could do on a whim in order to get his own way.� It was the way Shuichi could make him laugh
even when he was feeling down and out.�
It was the way Shuichi titled his head almost like a dog when he was
listening to you, the way his eyes followed you around the room, the way his
cute, tight little ass swung when he walked.�
It was a thousand different things and at the same time, it was none of
those.

Whatever the answer was, Shuichi saw it as clearly as
if Eiri said it.� The boy flung himself
at his fianc� and hugged him forcefully.�
�I love you, Eiri!�

��

�I know.�� Eiri
sighed and hugged his idiotic fianc� in a fierce bear hug in lee of an
apology.� �I hate surprises.� Moving to Tokyo is not something to throw around
lightly.� I mean, it's not something you
do on a whim.� Moving to another
prefecture is a lot more complicated then if you were moving across town,
Shuichi.�

��

Shuichi winced.�
�I know that.�� Now, he added
silently.� �I'm sorry.�

��

Eiri shook his head.�
�It's fine.� Just don't wait until
the last minute to lay something this big on me again, okay?�

��

Shuichi pulled back and nodded, blushing anew.� He sat back in his own seat and twiddled his
fingers in his lap.� �So, uhm...�� He lifted his eyes and glanced quickly at
Eiri before lowering his eyes and blushing deeper.� �Does this mean you're going with me?�

��

Eiri sat back in his own seat, draping an arm around
his lover's seat and ran his fingers through his blond locks.� �I don't know, Shu.� It's a big change.� Let me think about it, okay?�

��

Shuichi frowned and stared back out the window as a
deep weight settled over his shoulders and nodded.� Frankly, he was still unsure about the move
himself.� As much as music meant to him,
as much as finally making it meant and despite the fact that Hiro and Suguru
were counting on him, Eiri was right.� It
was a huge decision.� What would happen
to them if Eiri decided not to go to Tokyo
and he did?� Would they be forced to
break up?� Could they make a long
distance relationship work?�

Eiri started to back up the car and pulled away from
the curb into the early evening traffic as a thousand questions and worries
drifted through both of their minds.

+---+---+

Eiri stopped at the intersection, waiting for the
traffic to clear enough for him to turn onto his street.� Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his
lover- now fianc�- holding his chin in the palm of his hand and staring out the
window with a blank expression on his face.�
He knew that look.� It meant that
Shuichi was trying not to think about something.� The writer sighed heavily.� Then his eyes slid down to his lover's
stomach.� A warm smile flitted across his
face.

��

An angry honk behind him scared him out of his
seat.� Beside him, Shuichi yelped as he
was startled back to the present.�
Holding his hand up in apology, Eiri turned down his street towards his
apartment building trying to calm his racing heart.

��

�What were you doing, daydreaming?� Shuichi mock
scolded.� A sly grin spread across his
face.� �Or maybe you got distracted by my
sexy good looks.�� He gave a sharp laugh
when he saw the reddish tint on Eiri's cheeks.�
�Ha ha,� he laughed, pointing.�
�Ei-ri's blu-shing!� Ei-ri's
blu-shing!�

��

Eiri growled as he felt his blush deepening.� �Shut up!�

��

Grinning, Shuichi�s eyes sparkled in amusement.� Feeling better than he had mere moments ago,
Shuichi watched as they pulled into the driveway outside Eiri's apartment
building.

Eiri pulled into his assigned parking spot, put the
car into park and shut off the engine.�
In the silence of the car, Eiri realized Shuichi was humming.� Releasing his seatbelt, he tried to ignore the
boy but something about that melody sounded familiar.� He turned towards his lover who was reaching
for the door handle.� �What are you
humming?� he asked curiously.

��

�Huh?�� Shuichi
blinked at him with his hand resting lightly on the handle.

��

�That song you were just humming.� What is it?�

��

Shuichi just looked at him blankly.� Then his eyes widened and lit up with
comprehension.� �Oh,� he said,
blushing.� �It's that song I've been
working on.�

��

Now it was Eiri's turn to look blankly at Shuichi.

��

�You know the one I told you about last week when I
was watching that anime?�

��

�Oh.�� Shuichi
has been humming that tune off and on for the last week.� Eiri knew that infernal melody by heart by
now, but he still had not heard the lyrics and he had to admit the curiosity
was eating at him, not that he would ever admit to that.

��

The two of them got out of the car and started walking
towards the apartment.� They reached out
simultaneously and clasped each other's hand.�
Eiri and Shuichi looked at each other and blushed.� Shuichi laid his head on Eiri's arm.

��

�Hey,� Eiri said as they walked towards the elevator.

��

�Hm?�

��

�Could you sing it for me?� Eiri asked as he pushed
the up button.

��

�Huh?�� Shuichi
lifted his head and stared at his fianc� in confusion.� �You want me to sing to you?�

Eiri scolded himself as he felt his face grow
hot.� �Yeah,� he said in
embarrassment.� He scratched the back of
his head.� Just then, the elevator pinged
and the doors slid open.

��

Shuichi threw him a huge grin as they stepped into the
car.� �Of course.�� He closed his eyes and hummed, trying to get
a feel for the music.

��

Eiri pushed the button for his floor and the doors
slid shut.� As the elevator ascended to
the top floor of the building, Shuichi's sweet melodious voice filled the
entire car.� It swirled around them, enveloping
them in a soothing peaceful calmness.

��

I heard the sound of voices in the night

Spellbound there was someone calling

I looked around no one was in sight

Pulled down and I just kept on falling

I've seen this place before

And you were standing by my side

I've seen your face before tonight

Maybe I just see what I want it to be

I know it's a mystery

Do you remember me

On the street of dreams

Running through my memory

On the street of dreams

There you stood a distant memory

So good like we never parted

Said to myself I knew you'd set me free

And here we are right back where we started

Something's come over me

And I don't know what to feel

Maybe this fantasy is real

Now I know I see what I want it to be

But it's still a mystery

Do you remember me

On the street of dreams

Running through my memory

On the street of dreams

You are on every face I see

On the street of dreams

Shuichi hummed the music where he planned to have a
guitar solo for Hiro.� The man was a
clear genius when it came to the guitar and Shuichi planned on letting the rest
of the nation know just how the man could let that thing sing.� He bopped his head in time to the tune he
heard in his head.

��

Distantly, he felt the elevator jump to a stop at
their floor and heard the ping as the doors slid open.� Shuichi opened his eyes and linked his arm
with Eiri's, letting the man escort him to the apartment.

��

�Is that it?� Eiri asked him as he dug out his keys.

��

Shuichi shook his head.

Something's come over me

And I don't know what to feel

Maybe this fantasy is real

Now I know I see what I want it to be

But it's still a mystery

Do you remember me

On the street of dreams

Running through my memory

On the street of dreams

��

Once again, Shuichi hummed a few bars of music before
singing again as Eiri unlocked the apartment door and pushed it open.� He stepped back and let Shuichi enter first,
then followed him in and shut the door behind them.

Tell me have you always been

[On the street of dreams]

Will we ever meet again my friend

[On the street of dreams]

Do you know just what it means to be

[On the street of dreams]

Never know just who you'll see do ya

[On the street of dreams]

You can be who you want to be oh yeah

[On the street of dreams]

I can hear you calling me

[On the street of dreams]

I can feel you haunting me

Haunting me

��

Eiri smiled as the song ended.� He toed off his shoes and set them besides
Shuichi's then stepped up behind his fianc� and wrapped his arms around the
boy's waist.� Resting his chin on his
narrow, bony shoulder, Eiri planted a chaste kiss on the side of the boy's
neck.� He felt the boy shudder and felt
his own excitement stir.� �It's crap,� he whispered in Shuichi's ear.

��

Shuichi's world came crashing to a sudden halt.� �What?!�

��

Grinning, Eiri let go of the boy and started walking
to the bedroom.� �I said it's crap.� A
zero.� A chimp could write something
better.�

��

Shuichi's jaw dropped.�
He stared after the man in shock and disbelief.� Getting the chance to look at his round tight
ass in those tight black slacks was just an added bonus.� �Crap?�

��

�Uh, huh,� Eiri nodded.� He paused in the doorway of their bedroom and
looked back at the boy who had not moved an inch.� �Crap,� he reiterated, a huge smile plastered
on his face and his eyes sparkling with mischief.

��

Shuichi saw that look on his lover's face and grew
angry.� �Oo!� Eiri Yuki Uesugi!�� How dare he tease him like that?

��

Eiri chuckled as stepped into the bedroom, shedding
his clothes as if he were a snake as he strolled to the closet.

��

�Just for that I'm going to pick out the most
expansive engagement ring I can find,� he shouted as he marched into the
bedroom.

��

�Oh?� Eiri questioned the boy with a raised
eyebrow.� He stepped out of the closet in
baggy sweat pants and a tight T-shirt.

��

Shuichi's breath hitched at the sight of his lover's
clearly defined chest.

��

�And who said you didn't already have your engagement
ring?�

��

Shuichi blinked, yanked out of his intense studying of
his lover.� �What?� I already have it?�� He shook his head.� �No I don't.�

��

Eiri walked across the room, reaching out towards him
and nodded.� �Yes, you do,� he corrected.

��

Shuichi watched Eiri's hand as it tugged at the chain
around his neck.

��

Eiri pulled out the chain that held the ring he gave
the boy that very first night.

��

Shuichi's eyes grew wide.� He stared open mouthed at the man he planned
to spend the rest of his life with.�
�Eiri?� This�?�

��

Eiri bent down and planted a kiss on Shuichi's
lips.� �I love you,� he whispered, �and
would follow you to the ends of the earth.��
Once those words left his mouth, he knew two things.� One, he made his decision about whether or
not he would go to Tokyo.� Not that it was much of a decision.� Really, what did he have in Kyoto that was so great?� His publisher and agent lived in Tokyo.� Shuichi, Sakuma and Seguchi would all be
going to Tokyo,
which meant that Tatsuha and Mika would be as well.� There was no way in hell he wanted to be left
alone with his insane family.� And number
two, he had been writing way too long.�
Then suddenly he found himself on the floor with a small bundle of pink
in his face and he was having a hard time breathing.

��

�I love you, Eiri!�

��

Eiri hugged Shuichi back.� �I know,� he whispered.� �I know.�

---TBC---

Preview: 4 months
later.� �Shopping With Ryuichi�

A/N:� Originally, this was the last chapter before
the epilogue, but a while back I added two extra chapters.� So, enjoy them!
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On the Street of Dreams (edited & revised)