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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:� Their relationship is no longer a secret.

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

Inserts:�
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A/N:�
Like my other stuff, this was out previously.� Hope you guys enjoy it.� I want to thank Acherona, BloodyRoseSharpThorn,
UnratedCrimsonBlood, bunnykim89, RRW, Nusku, sun�s and stars,
evilanimeprincess121 for their reviews.� I know sometimes it�s hard to figure out to
say in a review other than �I love it� or �update soon�, but I still love
hearing from you guys.

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Chapter
24: A Not So Secret Secret

To say the least, Ryuichi was in a state of
shock.� He opened his mouth to speak but
closed it.� Shock had rendered him
speechless.� A first.� He tried a second time with the same results.� When he felt his legs about to give out, he
plopped down in the desk chair he vacated only seconds before.� His breath whooshed out in a sigh.� Staring at the blinking cursor on the blank
computer screen he finally managed to whisper, �Wow.�

��

In his apartment, Eiri took a deep drag from his
cigarette.� The tip glowed in the rapidly
falling twilight.� Turning around, he
leaned back against the porch railing and blew out a thin stream of grey
smoke.� He shivered violently in the
chill evening air.� He hated winter.

��

His brother's husband's shock over the news was not
much of a surprise.� It was the same
reaction both Shuichi and he had when they opened the card.

��

It took several tries before Ryuichi was able to speak
again.� �M-my dad?�

��

�That's what the check said,� Eiri said to his
brother-in-law over the phone.� It did
not make much sense though.� Why would he
send an unsigned card, but include a check that clearly had his name printed on
it?� Mr. Shindou could have just sent
cash if he wanted to remain anonymous.

��

�But�That�I don't�Wow,� the singer managed to say.

��

Eiri took another drag on his cigarette and watched
Shuichi through the closed sliding glass doors as he slept on the couch in
front of the television, the glow from the TV played across his face.� He smirked as in his sleep Shuichi tossed and
turned before settling back down with a contented sigh, a protective hand over
his bulging stomach.

��

�That�just doesn't�,� came Ryuichi's voice snapping
him out of his musings.� The older singer
sighed.� �I mean�� He sighed again, raking his fingers through
his hair.� �I didn't think he'd do
something like that, ya know?� I mean, it
just doesn't�seem like him.� I don't
know.� It's just a shock, I guess.� I mean, I told Shuichi that Dad might come
around one day, but�I didn't really think��

��

�Then it's not just me.�

��

Ryuichi blinked.�
�Huh?�

��

Eiri took a final drag of his cigarette and tossed it
on the ground, grinding it out with the heel of his shoe as he told the man about
his suspicions.

��

�Hmm.�� Ryuichi
pushed away from his desk and stood up.�
He walked across the room and stared blankly out the window.� �Well,� he said slowly.� �I almost hate to say this, but it's possible
that, well, Dad didn't send the check.�

��

�What do you mean?� Eiri demanded.

��

�Well,� Ryuichi drawled.� He walked back to his desk and sat down with
a grunted sigh.� �Ma and Dad have a joint
account, but it's in his name.�
Well, actually, technically it's his account, but Ma uses it
too.�

��

�That's stupid.�

��

Ryuichi shrugged.�
�I know, but�� He sighed.� �I mean, Ma takes care of all the bills.� She's a math wiz.�

��

Eiri cocked an eyebrow.� �Are you sure she's Shuichi's mother?�

��

Ryuichi laughed.�
It sounded a little forced.

��

�Okay.� So, your
mother takes care of all the bills, but�it was your father's signature on that
check.�

��

�Hm, yes.� He'd
have to sign them since the account�s in his name and he usually doesn't look
at what he's signing.� Ma writes the
checks and gives them to Dad to sign.�

��

The wheels in Eiri's mind started spinning.� �So�That means that your mother might
have sent us that check.�

��

�It's possible�but what about the card?�

��

�Maybe your father sent the card.� That would explain why there's no signature.�

��

Ryuichi nodded slowly.�
�So then��

��

�She could've seen the card and tricked him into
signing that check which she included in the card.�

��

�I guess.��
Ryuichi sighed and sagged down in the chair, resting his head against
the back of the chair.� �It seems too...I
don't know� tricky?�

��

��Well,� Eiri said, �I guess it doesn't really
matter.� It made Shuichi happy to realize
that his folks might not hate him after all.��
He turned around and stared into the apartment.� A soft, gentle smile crossed his face when
his gaze landed on his sleeping fianc�.�
�It's all that really matters,� he whispered.

+---+---+

The Next
Morning

It was the wee hours of the morning when a truck
pulled up in front of the dark convenience store.� The driver cut the engine and grabbed his
clipboard.� He went down the list until
he found the store and checked to see the quantity he was to deliver.� Then he stepped onto the sidewalk and walked
around to the back of his truck.� Sliding
open the back door, he lifted himself into the truck, grabbed several bundles
of stacked newspapers and walked up to the store, stacking them before the
door.� He then walked back to his truck,
shut and locked the back door and slid back behind the wheel.� He started the engine and pulled into
traffic, vanishing down the street as he headed towards his next stop.

+---+---+

A man half an hour later was walking past the
convenience store.� He glanced briefly at
the stack of papers.� The brown paper
wrapped around one of the bundles had come loose and the picture revealed caught
his attention.� Curious, he bent over and
carefully wiggled the top one out of the stack.�
He held the paper up to the light and glanced over the article.� His eyes bugged out of his head.� �Oh, shit,� he commented.� Folding the paper under his arm, he grabbed
his cellphone and speed dialed his boss's number.

+---+---+

Tohma stared at the glowing red numbers without really
taking them in.� Sighing, he flipped onto
his back, draping an arm across his brow and glanced up at the ceiling.� Dropping his arm, he turned his head to
glance at his sleeping wife.� She was
curled up on her side, her back to him, under mounds of blankets.� Only the top of her head was visible.

��

Suddenly, the silence of the apartment was shattered
by an unnaturally loud ringing that caused Tohma's heart to leap out of his
chest, though outwardly it appeared not to have had any effect on him.� The phone rang again.� Not wanting it to wake up his wife, he sat
up, tossed back the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed.� Standing up, he reached for the phone on the
nightstand, cutting it off mid-ring.�
�Hello,� he said quietly.

��

�Mr. Seguchi?�
This's Jonouchi, Sir.�

��

�Jonouchi.� What
can I do for you?�� He glanced at the
alarm clock.� �You do realize what time
it is.�

��

�Yes, Sir and I do apologize, but�We may have a
problem, Sir.�

��

Tohma raised an eyebrow.� �Oh?�
And what problem would we have at five o'clock in the morning?�

��

�Uhm, well�It has to do with your brother-in-law,
Sir.�

��

No more needed to be said.� Tohma's face faltered.� He felt the floor drop out underneath him as
he flopped back down onto the bed.� This
was bound to happen eventually.� He was
just surprised it had taken this long.

��

�Sir?� came Jonouchi's voice, snapping him out of his
thoughts.

��

�Call Katsuhiko, Tomino and Ohkawara,� he
ordered.� �I'll meet you at NG in an
hour.�

��

�Yes, Sir.�

��

Cradling the phone, Tohma dropped his head in his
hands with a sigh.� He felt the bed shift
behind him.

��

�Tohma,� his wife called softly.� �Who was that?� What's going on?�

��

Lifting his head, Tohma dropped his hands and turned
around to face his wife.� She had a
worried expression on her face.

+---+---+

Golden hazel eyes snapped open.� Eiri stared blankly into the veil of darkness
that enveloped the bedroom.� A hazy fog
enveloped his mind.� Blinking, he
wondered briefly, where he was and what was going on.� Then his eyelids grew heavy and fluttered
shut.� It seemed like only seconds later
when his eyes snapped back open at the sudden pounding that echoed unexpectedly
through the apartment, shattering the stillness.

��

Eiri stared up at the ceiling blankly, trying to
focus.� When the knocking came again, he
turned his head to the side and glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand by
Shuichi's side of the bed.� He frowned,
unable to comprehend or make sense of the red numbers glowing brightly back at
him.� When the fog surrounding his brain
finally lifted, he growled.� It was not
even five-thirty in the morning!� Whoever
was at the door was going to get their asses kicked.� He stared at the door, suddenly wide-awake as
the knocking reverberated through the apartment for a third time, sounding
unnaturally loud in the silence of the apartment.

��

Besides him, Shuichi groaned and began to stir.� He heard the rustle of sheets.� �Whazzat?� came the barely coherent voice
behind him.

��

Eiri swore under his breath.� �It's nothing, Shuichi.� Just go back to sleep.�� Leaning over, he brushed their lips together.� As he straightened, Shuichi mumbled something
he could not decipher, before turning over and falling back to sleep.� As Eiri watched the kid sleep, his face
softened.� God, how had he gotten so
lucky?� That annoyingly persistent
knocking once again sounded, snapping Eiri out of his ministrations.� Grumbling, he stood up and made his way
blindly to the bedroom door.� It took
everything he had not to stomp his feet as if he was six years old.� He also had to quell the urge to rip the door
off its hinges.� Instead, he quietly
opened and shut the bedroom door behind him.�
Eiri continued to grumble irately as he padded barefoot through the cold
apartment to the front door.� He glanced
through the peephole.� He cursed
soundly.� Slipping the chain back, he
turned the dead bolt and threw open the door.�
�What the hell are you doing here?� he roared angrily.� �Do you realize what time it is?� Most normal people are sleeping at
five-thirty in the morning.�

��

Tohma took in his brother-in-law's appearance.� He was bare-chested and wearing a pair of
flannel pajama bottoms that were riding low on his hips.� His blond hair was mussed.� �I never realized just how sexy you were,
Eiri.� I must say, I envy Shuichi.�

��

Eiri sneered.�
He had the urge to slam the door in his brother-in-laws face.� �If all you did was come here to-�

��

�Can't take a compliment can you, Eiri?�

��

Eiri growled warningly.� He was in no mood for the shit.� It was too early.

��

Tohma sighed, shaking his sadly.� �Are you always this moody?�

�What do you think?� Eiri barked.� �It's five-thirty in the freaking
morning.� Now, was there a point to this
visit?�

��

Tohma's expression suddenly became serious.

��

Eiri caught the change instantly.

��

�Actually, there is.�
There is something I need to discuss with both you and Shuichi.�� He reached inside his coat and pulled out a
rolled up newspaper.

��

�What's this?� Eiri asked, taking it.

��

�Remember when you told me yesterday that you thought
you were being watched?�

��

�Yeah,� Eiri drawled.

��

�Well, it seems you were right.�

��

Eiri could only blink at the older man.� What was he talking about?� He turned and walked into the living
room.� Behind him, he heard the front
door shut with a muffled click.� Eiri
walked over to the couch and flicked on the lamp.� He unfolded the paper and held it out at arms
length, holding it in the light.� It
would be better if he had his glasses, but he did not feel like trekking all
the way to the bedroom.� Squinting, he read
the headline.� At first he did not
understand what it was he was reading.� The
second time, he got that it was about Shuichi and him.� The third time he read the headline, he
understood that when Ryuichi took Shuichi and him shopping yesterday, someone
from the press spotted them.� The forth
time he read it, Eiri understood that they were in deep shit.

��

Tohma watched his brother-in-law closely for any
reaction, but the blond writer's face retained the same impassive expression.

��

�Eiri?� came the timid voice.

��

Tohma glanced over his shoulder and Eiri lifted his
head and saw Shuichi standing in the hallway in a long, billowing flannel
nightgown.� The boy yawned, rubbing his
eyes.

��

�Shuichi, what're you doing up?�

��

�You weren't in bed and I got scared,� the boy
admitted.� Dropping his arm, Shuichi
blinked heavy, gritty eyes and looked up, noticing Tohma for the first
time.� He blinked in confusion.� �What's going on?�

��

Eiri held up the paper.

��

�What's that?��
Frowning, Shuichi waddled into the living room and took the paper out of
his lover's hands.� He scooted towards the
lamp and tipped the paper towards the light.�
�'Author Eiri Yuki Caught with
Underaged Lover',� he read aloud.�
Underneath the caption was a picture of the two of them from yesterday
from when they were at the department store with Ryuichi doing some shopping
for the baby.� In the photo, the two of
them were holding hands as they followed Ryuichi through the parking lot.� His frown deepening, Shuichi glanced up at
his betrothed.� �I don't understand.�

��

Eiri yanked the paper out of Shuichi's hands.� �It means our secret is not a secret any
longer.�

��

Shuichi blinked stupidly for several long
seconds.� He did not understand.� His mind was a jumbled mess and nothing was
making any sense.� Their secret?� What was he talking about?� He stared down at the black and white grainy
photo blankly.� Their secret was no
longer secret.� That meant that it was
public knowledge then right?� But what
was-?� �Oh, God!� he cried out in panic
as it hit him upside the head.� The paper
rustled as his hands began shaking.� The
color drained out of his face and his eyes bulged out of his head.� He was all too aware of the risks involved
with becoming sexually involved with Eiri.�
He, being only sixteen, was technically still a minor and Eiri, being
twenty-two, would be in very serious trouble if it ever got out that he was
having sex with someone under the age of seventeen.� Shuichi loved Eiri with all his heart and did
not want to get him into any trouble.�
Things had been going so well that he guessed they all just slacked off and
now they were paying the price for that.�
Did that mean that Eiri would be�?�
Would he be taken away from him?�
�No!� he shouted in panic and alarm.

��

Eiri and Tohma jumped in unison.

��

�Shuichi?�

��

�No!� Shuichi cried again.� He threw himself at his future husband with a
sob, knocking the writer off balance.� He
hugged Eiri tightly as tears coursed down his face.� �You can't!� he wept.

��

Eiri blinked in confusion and surprise at Shuichi's
outburst.� He wrapped his arms loosely
around Shuichi's shoulders as he regained his balance.� �Can't what, Shuichi?� he asked the boy
gently.

��

Shuichi shook his head vigorously.� Lifting his head, he glanced up at him
through his tears.� His face was
flushed.� His wet cheeks glistened in the
lamp light.� �Leave me!� he cried.� Shuichi squeezed his eyes shut.� Fisting his hands, he pounded Eiri's
chest.� �You promised!� You promised,� he echoed himself softly.� �I won't let you go!�� He sobbed.�
�I can't do this by myself,� he wept quietly.� �I know being with me is dangerous,� he
continued.� �I know the consequences and
I hate that I'm the reason�I never wanted to cause you any trouble, but, but I
won't let you leave me!� I don't want to
be left all alone!� he sobbed.

��

Eiri lifted his head and exchanged a sympathetic look
with Tohma.� Tightening his hold on the
mother of his child, Eiri rested his chin on the top of the singer�s head.� �You won't have to be,� he whispered.

��

Shuichi sniffed and tightened his hold.

��

�And you've never caused me any trouble,� Eiri
continued.� �I'm with you because I want
to be and if that means having to go to prison, then so be it,� he
admitted.� �I love you, Shuichi Shindou
and I don't care who knows it.� I want us
to be a family.� I'm not going
anywhere.�� He buried his face in his
lover's hair.

��

With a sob, Shuichi buried his wet face against Eiri's
chest.

��

�Don't worry, Shuichi,� Tohma reassured the boy.� �I promise you that everything will be
okay.� Nobody will take you away from
Eiri or Eiri away from you.�

��

Eiri lifted his head and looked at his
brother-in-law.� What was he up to?� What was he scheming?

��

Shuichi turned his head and stared at his old friend
through his tears.

��

The sudden shrill ringing of a phone shattered the
silence that had fallen around them.�
Tohma reached into his coat and pulled out his cellphone.� �Yes,� he said curtly.� ��Good.�
I'll be there in,� he glanced at his watch, �fifteen minutes.� In the meantime, bring them up to
speed.�� He snapped his phone shut and
glanced up at his brother-in-law and his fianc�.� �I want the two of you at NG by eight.� I'll explain everything then.�

��

�We'll be there,� Eiri said with a nod.

��

Shuichi nodded in agreement.

��

�Good.�� The man
tipped his head and melted into the shadows of the hallway.� A silent click informed them that the man had
left.

��

Feelings eyes on him, Eiri glanced down at his young
lover.� Shuichi was looking up at him
with those wide, puppy god eyes.� He felt
himself melting underneath that gaze.� He
was so whipped.� �What?�

��

Shuichi glanced towards the front door.� �Do you think everything will be
alright?�� He looked back up at him, his
round violet eyes pleading with him to tell him just that.

��

Eiri smirked and pulled Shuichi into a hug.� He kissed the top of his head.� �Yes, Shuichi.� I do.��
He was not sure, if he truly believed that or if he had just fooled
himself into believing it.� What he did
know was that he wanted it to be true.

��

+---+---+

Several
Hours Later

The door to the conference room opened and Shuichi
waddled inside with his fianc� and boss right behind him.� He walked over to the nearest chair, pulled
it out and sank down into it gratefully.�
Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes and sighed.� Thank God that was over with.� He had never been so exhausted before in his
life.� Speaking with the press was more
tiring than being pregnant.� They were
never satisfied.

�Well,� Tohma said as he walked around to the head of
the table.� �I think that went rather
well.�

Eiri snorted from his seat besides Shuichi.� �They're like a pack of ravenous wolves.� I wish they'd mind their own business.�

��

�You can't blame them, Eiri.� This is the juiciest piece of news they've
had for quite some time.�

��

�That just means they have such pathetic little lives
and too much time on their hands.�

��

Tohma conceded the point with a smile.� �Be that as it may, Eiri, you have to look at
it from their point of view.� To the
press and to your fans you are known as a stoic, cold, heartless bachelor who
avoids commitment and relationships like the plague.�

��

Shuichi smirked and snorted at that.� His blond writer had them all fooled.

��

Eiri glared at the boy.� He knew exactly what he was thinking.

��

Tohma gave a smirk of his own.� �Then it comes to their attention that you
are involved with someone.� Shock number
one.� Not only are you dating someone,
this �someone' is a Neutral.� Shock
number two.� Shock three, they find out,
this Neutral is pregnant.� Then the grand
finale comes when they learn this pregnant Neutral is no more than a boy.� A minor.�

��

Eiri sighed and rolled his eyes.� That just went to show how pathetic their
sorry little lives actually were.

��

Shuichi opened his eyes and glanced at Eiri with a
heavy heart.� His eyes glistened with
unshed tears.� There was a mix of
emotions racing across his face.� �I'm
sorry about what they said, Eiri.� About
you being a pervert and child molester.�

��

Eiri shrugged.� Truth
be known, it hurt, but he could see where they would think that.

��

Tohma quickly diffused that situation by announcing
that Eiri and Shuichi did not have a sexual relationship.� It was a lie of course, but given the
alternative, it was a lie they were all willing to live with.� Of course, the press did not buy it because
Shuichi was clearly pregnant.� Unless the
baby was conceived immaculately, it was obvious that the two of them did indeed
have a sexual relationship.

��

Once again, Tohma came to the rescue.� He explained the father of Shuichi's unborn
child was Taki Aizawa, Shuichi's ex-boyfriend.�
The couple broke up and Shuichi started dating Eiri before Shuichi
realized he was pregnant.� Then,
unfortunately, Aizawa died in a car accident shortly after finding out he was
to be a father.� And with the permission
of the Aizawa family, Eiri planned on adopting the child and raising it as his
own.� It was not exactly the truth, but
neither was it a lie.� Thankfully, the
press bought it hook, line and sinker�most of them anyway.� There was one woman who could not leave well
enough alone.� She made the comment that
it was �awfully convenient that this �supposed ex-boyfriend� just happens to be
dead�.� Then there was a man who worked
for one of the country's top music magazines.�
He asked why Eiri, a famous romance writer who could have any girl he
pleased, would choose to be with a sixteen-year-old Neutral and raise a child
that was not his.

�Have you ever been in love before, Mr. Fujiwara?� Tohma asked the reporter.

��

�Well, yes, sir.�
I have.�

��

�And would you do anything for that person?�

��

�Of course.�

��

Tohma spread his hands out
as the man answered his own question.�
�There's your answer.�

But of course, that woman from earlier who could not
let sleeping dogs lie had to add another two cents.� �Do
you really think that them not having a sexual relationship makes it alright
for them to be involved?� Mr. Shindou is
still a minor.�

��

�Shuichi�s sixteen.�
He�ll become of age in April and then it�ll no longer be an issue.� Eiri, though we tend to forget, is only
twenty-two.� Besides, we all grew up
together and Shuichi's guardians know and
trust Eiri and have supported and
allowed their courtship. �They have set strict rules and guidelines,� Tohma added.� �They even granted Eiri permission to marry
Shuichi.�

�I think what shocked them the most,� Tohma said, �was
finding out that you were finally settling down, getting married and having a
baby.�

��

Eiri snorted.�
�They can get in line behind me.�

��

�I think you broke a lot of hearts today, Eiri.�

��

Eiri smirked devilishly.

��

�But,� Tohma continued, his tone becoming serious, �I
did not like that woman.� If we are not
careful, she could cause a lot of trouble for all of us.�

��

Eiri stared at his brother-in-law.� He did not even have to ask whom he was
talking about.

�Shindou's family my approve of their relationship,
Mr. Seguchi, and you may trust Mr. Yuki with him, but in the end it all comes
down to Mr. Shindou being only sixteen years old.�

�We will have to keep an eye on her.�

��

Eiri narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips.� If that woman continued to stir up trouble,
he would personally deal with her.

��

�And Shuichi,� Tohma continued, turning towards the
young singer, �I know you wanted to keep the fact that Ryuichi is your brother
quiet.�

��

Shuichi nodded.�
It was not that he was embarrassed or humiliated to have the Ryuichi
Sakuma as his brother.� It was the
opposite in fact.� He was proud Ryuichi
was his brother.� He looked up to
him.� He loved him and idolized him.� His brother was his god.� It was just that he wanted people to love Bad
Luck for Bad Luck and not because the lead singer was the younger brother of
Ryuichi Sakuma, the lead singer of Nittle Grasper.� He did not want that to influence how people
looked at Bad Luck or judged them.

��

Tohma looked pointedly at the boy.� �Knowing that you are Ryu's younger brother will
cause a surge of interest in Bad Luck.�
The public will be demanding a lot from you.� They will be comparing you to your brother.�

��

Shuichi felt his heart sink.� He had figured as much.

��

�For that I am sorry.�

��

Shuichi nodded, staring at his hands clasped over his
pregnant belly.� So was he.� Putting out an album that would appeal and
capture the attention of the public was stressful, taxing and demanding to
begin with.� It was a hit or miss
situation and they did not need the extra pressure of being compared to a super
group like Nittle Grasper.� There just
was no comparison.� It was a battle
nobody could win.

��

�But in the end, I believe the fact that Ryuichi is
your brother will have nothing to do with whether Bad Luck makes it in the
music business or not.� It will come down
to talent pure and simple.� If they think
you are terrible, it won't matter if you're Ryu's little brother or the
President of the Galactic Empire.�

��

Despite the very real threat that Bad Luck might not
be even worthy enough to qualify as dirt on the floor underneath the pedestal
that Nittle Grasper sat on, Shuichi giggled.

��

�Bad Luck will vanish before they even arrive.�

��

His smiling slipping, Shuichi stared his boss dead in
the eye.� �You think so?�

��

Tohma stared right back at the boy.� �I do.�

��

Shuichi smiled brightly.� �Thanks, Tohma.�

��

�I'm counting on you, Shuichi.� I'm counting on all of you.� Don't make me regret my decision.�

��

�You won't,� Shuichi said seriously.

��

�I hope not.�

��

Shuichi stared down at his hands that were
unconsciously rubbing his belly.�
Suddenly he was very nervous about the album, the baby, and his
relationship with Eiri.

��

Eiri draped an arm around Shuichi's shoulders and
played with the ends of his hair.� The
kid needed to get a haircut he noticed.

��

�Thanks, Tohma,� Shuichi said, breaking the
silence.� �For everything.�

��

Tohma gave the boy a true smile and inclined his
head.� �You're very welcome, Shuichi.�

��

Eiri removed his arm and grabbed Shuichi's hand,
lacing their fingers together.� Shuichi
turned his head and smiled warmly at him.�
Unable to help himself, Eiri leaned over and brushed their lips
together.� �I love you,� he whispered,
pulling back.

��

�I love you, too,� Shuichi whispered back.

��

As Eiri leaned forward to steal another kiss, Shuichi
at the last minute pulled back.�
�Shuichi?� Eiri asked confused and concerned.

��

�Uhm, Eiri?��
Shuichi blushed and lowered his head.�
His free hand played the ends of his shirt.

��

�What?� he asked cautiously.

��

�Uhm, do you think, uhm, we could��

��

Eiri watched his lover with an eyebrow cocked.� �Could we what?�

��

�Could we go to, uhm��

��

�Go where?� he asked carefully through narrowed eyes.

��

Shuichi took a deep breath.� �I�wanttogotoNewYork,� he rushed out.

��

Eiri blinked as he tried to sort through the mumbled,
jumbled mass.� �What about New York?�

��

�I want to go.�

��

�You want to go to New York?� he repeated slowly.

��

Shuichi bit his lips and nodded, still not looking at
Eiri.

��

Tohma just said back and watched the interplay in
amusement.

��

Eiri stared at his fianc� hard for several long silent
seconds.� Then, �No.�

��

Disappointment swirled through Shuichi.� He gasped and snapped his head up and
around.� �Why not?� he whined.

��

�Because I said so.�

��

�Eiri!� he moaned.

��

Eiri shook his head.�
�No, Shuichi.�

��

�Eiri!�
Please!� I wanna go!�� Shuichi stared at his boyfriend with his
trademark chibi expression.

��

He felt his eye twitch.� Damn that expression!� It got him every time!� Against his better judgment, he felt himself
caving in.� He heaved a heavy sigh.� Tearing his eyes away from those large, tear
filled violet beauties and trembling lower lip, Eiri sank back in the leather
seat.� �Why do you want to go to New York?�

��

Shuichi brightened immediately.� He smiled and bounced in his seat.� �Because I want to see that Neutral exhibit.�

��

Eiri sighed again and massaged his throbbing
temples.� �You want to fly all the way
to New York all just so you can go to a
museum to see an exhibit that you can see in any museum here in Japan?�� He could not believe him.

��

�Eiri,� Shuichi scolded, �it's not just any
museum and it's not just any exhibit.�

��

�Really.��

Eiri turned his head and gazed at the singer.� Shuichi had his arms crossed over his chest
and was glaring angrily at him.� He
sighed, feeling suddenly exhausted.�
Shuichi was frowning at him as if he should have known that was why he
wanted to fly halfway around the world.�
Once again, he could not help but wonder if it was April yet.

��

�I want to go to New York and see that medical journal they
found,� Shuichi stated firmly.

��

Ah!� So that was
it.

��

�Fine,� Eiri sighed.�
Wait, what did he just say?� He
groaned inwardly.� Dammit all to
hell.� He really was wrapped around the
kid's finger.� He opened eyes he had not
realized he had closed and glared at Tohma who had chuckled lightly.� He knew exactly what the man was thinking.

��

�Yes!�� Shuichi
cried, throwing his hands in the air.�
�How soon can we go?�

��

Eiri blinked.�
�What?� How soon?�

��

Shuichi, grinning like a madman, nodded
enthusiastically.

��

�Shuichi, in case you forgot, you're six months
pregnant.� You're in the middle of doing
an album-�

��

�I wanna go now!� Shuichi bellowed, stomping his foot.

��

�Shuichi,� Eiri warned.� His headache was getting worse and he was in
desperate need of a cigarette.

��

�Now!�

��

�No.�

��

�Yes!�

��

As his brother-in-law and his fianc� continued to
argue, Tohma sat back in his seat and watched them bicker back and forth.� It was like a tennis match and he loved every
second of it.

---TBC---

Preview: �On the
Street of Dreams� - epilogue

A/N:� Oh, yes.�
We need to keep an eye on that bitch from the press conference.� She will be back to cause more trouble for
everyone.� So, what did you think?� Love it?�
Hate it?� Only the epilogue is
left.� How sad.
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On the Street of Dreams (edited & revised)