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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:� All of their hard work finally pays off with
a special surprise.

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

Inserts:�
�Rage Beat�

A/N:�
Like my other stuff, this was out previously.� Hope you guys enjoy it.� Thank you to sun�s and stars, AlexJanna, Acherona and RRW for your reviews.� Thank you to
those who favored me and put me on alert.�
You guys are the best!

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Chapter 2: Predictions

Doko ni mo
tomarani (It won�t stop anywhere)

Mitasanai
emotion shikato kimete oikose yo (ignore the unfulfilled emotions and
get over them)

Furueteru
shai na seikai no (In the trembling world of shyness)

Nukemichi o
neratte (aim for the escape route)

Tadoriitsuku
basho e (towards the place I�ll arrive at)

I want New World!

Shuichi's voice faded and the song ended to thunderous
applause.� He grinned and laughed as he
stepped away from the microphone.� Hiro
and Suguru joined him at the front of the stage.� Holding hands, the trio bowed.� The audience jumped to their feet, whistling
and clapping.� The boys bowed again,
feeling elated.� They exchanged big
grins.

��

The MC jumped onto the stage with a microphone in his
hand.� Cain Asakura also ran the Western
Bar, which was where the battle was taking place.� They sponsored it every year.� It was getting so big they were talking about
moving it next year.

The Western Bar was just that, an imitation of any bar
you would find on any street corner in the States.� It was dark, gloomy, smelled of blood, piss,
smoke and way too much testosterone.� At
the back of the rather large alcohol establishment- by the door that led to the
back where the bathrooms, storage closets and the manager's office were- was
supposed to be where the pool tables and dartboards were, but tonight it was
where the makeshift stage had been set up.�
Standing on the stage looking out over the patrons, the bar was located
along the right-hand wall.� Normally the
bar could hold about hundred-fifty people, but as Shuichi looked at the
whooping crowd, it seemed like they had packed in twice as much.

�Let's hear it one more time for Bad Luck!�

If possible, the cheering grew louder.� Shuichi glanced at Cain as he and his friends
and band mates left the stage and caught the man's wince.� The singer chuckled.� Riptyde and Mad Doggs were already waiting
backstage when Shuichi and the others trooped back there to await the results.

Riptyde was a quartet rock band with a drummer, guitar
player, bassist and lead vocalist.� Their
rock ballad, �Mega Heart�, had been beautifully written.� The musical arrangement had been a little
off, but otherwise fairly well orchestrated.�
The lead singer had a raspy voice but his range was amazing.� It was said both of his parents were formally
trained opera singers.� The bands only
fault was that they were still a fairly new band and had yet to establish
themselves, but it was clear they had a very bright future ahead of them.

The Mad Doggs were similar in style and sound to Bad
Luck, but nowhere as good.� The trio,
like Riptyde, was new onto the scene.�
Their song, �Wonderland� was written by the keyboardist's father who
taught poetry at a local University.� The
musical arrangement could use some fine-tuning and the lead singer was in
desperate need of vocal lessons or should be fired all together.� Firstly, he did not know how to sing
properly.� Secondly, he had been half a
beat off the entire song.� Thirdly, he
hogged the spotlight for himself.� The
band was going nowhere fast.

��

�Alright!� Who
will it be?� Who will be the winners of
the tenth annual Battle
of the Bands?� Will it be newcomers'
Riptyde?�

The audience cheered politely.� There were a few whistles and shouts.

�Or Mad Doggs?�

There was only polite applause this time.

�Or the reigning champions, Bad Luck!�� Mr. Asakura shouted.

The place exploded into deafening shouts.

��

Shuichi found himself grinning so much it hurt.� He clapped his hands and squealed and jumped
up and down.� His eyes were shining when
he glanced at Hiro and Suguru.

�It seems we have a winner," Cain Asakura said
with a chuckle.

There were more whistles and a few calls for Bad Luck
that were soon picked up and became a full out chant.� �Bad Luck!�
Bad Luck!� Bad Luck!�

�Ladies and gentlemen!�
Here they are!� The winner of the
tenth annual Battle
of the Bands, Western Bar is proud to present...Bad Luck!�

The audience jumped to its feet.� The sound was deafening.� Nobody could hear themselves think.� Shuichi shouted and flung himself at Hiro and
Suguru.� �We did it!� We did it!�

�Congratulations, guys,� the lead singer of Mad Doggs
said with a grin, holding out his hand.

Shuichi shook his hand and thanked him.� The others exchanged congratulatories as
Shuichi jumped onto the stage.� Grinning
like a madman, he threw his hands in the air and shouted.� If at all possible, the audience fed off his
energy and cheered louder.� The teen
walked over to the bar owner and took the hand offered.

�Congratulations!��
Cain glanced over Shuichi's shoulder and waved the other members of Bad
Luck over.� �C'mon over boys!�� Hiro and Suguru rushed onto the stage.� They bowed politely and shook hands with the
MC. �Congrats, guys!� As the winner of
the Battle,� he
reached into his suit coat and pulled out a rectangular sheet of paper, �here
is the check for the 100,000 yen.�

The audience clapped and whistled.

Hiro immediately took the check, thanking the
man.� He was the band's accountant and
would deposit the check in the band's savings account.� He kept a strict account of what went in and
came out.� If anyone took money out
without his permission, he would know.

�But that's not all,� Cain Asakura continued.

Shuichi exchanged a confused look with Hiro and
Suguru.

�Let me introduce you to Mr. Kiaki Matsusaki,
president of L8r Records!�

A man who looked to be in his mid-fifties stood up
from the front row of seats and made his way onto the stage to shocked
applause.� The members of Bad Luck were
astonished, to say the least.� They
exchanged confused, shocked looks.� L8r
Records was the record company that Nittle Grasper belonged to.� It was one of the biggest labels in the
country.� What was going on?

�Mr. Matsusaki?��
The bar owner handed the older gentlemen a microphone.

�Thank you, Mr. Asakura.� First off, I would like to thank Mr. Asakura
and the Western Bar for the warm welcome and say what a wonderful job they're
doing.�� There was polite applause.� �Next, I would like to congratulate all of
the bands.� They were wonderful!�� Again, the audience clapped.� �And finally, I would like to extend a
special congratulation to Bad Luck.�

Shuichi, Hiro and Suguru bowed and thanked the man.

�And as the uncontested winners of the Battle, three years in a
row, I would like to offer you a recoding contract to L8r Records.�

The place erupted into stunned whispers that gradually
turned to thunderous applause once the realization set in, but Shuichi and the other
members of Bad Luck stood stunned, unable to take it all in.� Shuichi stared at his brother's boss
blankly.� He did not hear what he thought
he had, right?� This was a joke or a
dream perhaps?� That had to be it.

�A...a con...tract?�
Are you serious?�

�Of course!�
What do you say?�

�What do I...?��
Shuichi blinked.� �I say...�� A huge grinned replaced the confused
expression.� �...hell yes,� he
cried.� He shouted and flung himself at
Hiro and Suguru.� Their dream of making
it big was one-step closer to being a reality!

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�There ya go,� Shuichi smiled at a young girl that
could not be that much older than he was and handed her the napkin and black
maker.

The girl squealed and hugged the autograph to her
chest.� �Thank you!�

Shuichi chuckled.�
As he turned toward the next person, a figure at the back of the bar
caught his attention.� His brow twitched
briefly in recognition before the man vanished out the front door.� Who...?

�Hey, Shu,� called Hiro, as he signed an older woman's
shirt.� �Are you all right?�

�Huh?�� Shuichi
blinked and turned toward his best friend.�
�Oh, yeah.� I'm fine.�

He turned and smiled at a young man who handed him a
pen and a notebook.� Shuichi was
surprised to find so many well-known names scribbled in it.� As he added his own, his thoughts turned
toward the man he had seen for only a second.�
Who had he been?� Why had he
seemed so familiar?� Was it because he
reminded him of another blond?� No,
Shuichi was sure that was not it.� Maybe
he saw him at previous concerts.� That
was certainly a possibility.� Many of the
same people showed up no matter where Bad Luck played.� As he turned to autograph a girl's jean clad
behind, his thoughts continued to take him back to that mysterious man he had
seen for only a second.

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Hidden in the shadows of the bar, a trio watched the
teens with huge smiles on their faces.

��

�Didn't I tell you, Tohma?� Aren't they great?� a man hidden under a
baseball cap asked just loud enough to be heard above the loud din.

The shorter figure hidden under a long black jacket
and matching hat nodded.� �You did.�

�And?� the woman standing next to him prodded with a
hand over her swollen stomach.

�And we should get outta here while we still can,� he
told his friends.

�What?� the taller man whined.� �No!�
Tohma!� I want to see
Shu-Shu!� I haven't seen him in almost
six months!� Why-?�

�Ryu,� Tohma sighed.�
�If we get recognized, it could start a panic.�

�Yeah, Ryu.�
This is Bad Luck's night.�

�Noriko is right, Ryu.�
Now let�s go.� You can see your
brother tomorrow.�

�Besides, he isn't expecting us to arrive until
tomorrow night anyway.� He might have
made plans,� Noriko told her old friend.

Ryuichi Sakuma sighed in defeat and followed the
others out of the bar to a waiting car.�
He knew they were right.� If
anyone saw him and Shuichi in the same room together, they would be forced to
recognize how much alike the two looked.�
Despite the fact that they were half brothers, they looked like
twins.�

It was not that he was ashamed to be known as Shuichi
Shindou's brother.� On the contrary, he
loved his baby brother.� In a way,
because he had practically raised him, he thought of Shuichi as his own son.� If the truth were to come out before Bad Luck
made a name for themselves, every executive would be pounding on their door and
it would be because of their connection to Nittle Grasper and not on their own
merit and talent.� He understood.� He hated it, but he got it.

��

As he slid into the back of the black limo with its
tinted windows, Ryuichi glanced one last time at the bar.� He could barely make out his Shu-Shu in the
middle of all that mayhem, smiling and laughing.� Ryuichi smiled at the scene proudly before
getting into the car and vanishing into the night.

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A tall, pale, foreign looking man walked confidently
down the street that was not so surprisingly deserted at the late hour.� He pulled his hat down lower over his face
and turned the collar up on his leather jacket.�
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he pulled out his car keys and pressed
the button on the small remote.� A small
beep that sounded unnaturally loud in the silence of the night echoed down the
street and seconds later, the Mercedes purred to life.

��

Opening his car door, he paused before sliding in and
glanced down the street at the bar with a smile and a shake of his head.

The kid was good, he had to admit and got even better
every time he saw him, not to mention cuter.�
God was the kid unbelievably sexy.�
He found himself growing even more attracted to the kid each time he saw
him.� He just wished he had the nerve to
walk up to him like every other damn fan, but that was not his style.� Besides, the last thing he needed was for it
to come out that he, Eiri Yuki, was spotted at a pop concert, a
sixteen-year-old boy's pop concert.� God,
would the media have a field day with that.�
He did not know what would be worse.�
The fact that it was a pop concert, the person he had a serious crush on
was a boy or the fact that this boy was six years his junior.

As an all too familiar car drove past, Eiri turned his
head away, hiding in the shadows.� If �they�
spotted him, they would not let him live it down.� They would be worse then the media.

Sliding into his car, he put his seat belt on and
drove off to his apartment, thinking about a certain pink haired pop star.

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It was nearing midnight when Shuichi walked through
the park.� There was a cool breeze
blowing off the river.� It was nature's
answer for the sweltering summer day they had.

Walking over to the railing, Shuichi gripped the cool,
damp metal and closed his eyes.� Taking a
deep breath, the singer hung his head back and let the gentle breeze finger his
hair.� Sighing, he lifted his head and
leaning his cheek on his crossed arms, gazed out over the silent black water.

The bar had rapidly thinned out, leaving behind only
the usual bar hoppers that had no interest in their eclectic sound.� After, once again, congratulating their
battle rival, both Riptyde and Mad Doggs left, claiming they had early
classes.� Soon after, Hiro also flaked
out.� His brother Yuji was flying into
town in the morning for a photo shoot and Hiro had to pick him up from the
airport.� Yuji was an up and coming model
and the only family Hiro had left.� Both
Mr. and Mrs. Nakano were killed in an automobile accident several years
ago.� Neither had siblings and their
parents passed away by the time Hiro entered middle school.� Shuichi felt somewhat bad for his
friend.� His parents may hate his guts,
but at least they were alive.� When he
brought this up to Hiro one day, the boy said, �You, Suguru, Ryu, Tohma,
Noriko...You're all my family.�� Suguru also
bowed out from celebrating.� He had early
classes as well.� Besides, his mother was
a worrywart and was likely to call the police if her �baby boy� was out too
long.

So here he was once again alone strolling through a
deserted park in the middle of the night.

After banging his forehead against his hands, Shuichi
pushed away from the railing and strolled over to lie on a bench.� Closing his eyes, he placed his hat over his
eyes and folded his arms under his head.

He could always go home.� The thought made him laugh.� Home?�
What was that?� His so-called
�father� pretended he did not exist.� Mom
was beginning to distance herself.�
Neither one cared what he did, where he went, whom he hung out with nor
how late or long he stayed away.� Hell,
they did not even care if he came home.�
Shuichi knew his father would rejoice if he never stepped foot in his
house ever again.� Mr. Shindou believed
that music was a pointless and useless art, yet he did not care if his son
wasted his life on it.� He did not try to
play the guilt trip like he did whenever Ryuichi was there, trying to get him to
get a decent job that would �put food on the table�.� His father did not seem to care that Shuichi
had not gone to school in two years ever since he flunked his first semester of
his first year of middle school.

Home?� It was
supposed to be a place with a roof with four walls.� A place where you were supposed to feel safe
and secure.� Right?� If that was what home was, then what did you
all a place where he could not rest his head for the night without waking up to
a bunch of guys with their hands down his pants?

Wasn't life grand?�
As Kizou said, �Life's a bitch and then you die.�� Wasn't that the god-awful truth?

��

Shuichi lifted his hat off and set it on his chest,
staring up at the night sky that should be teaming with stars but was not
because of all the city lights.� He soon
found himself giggling.� He still could
not believe Bad Luck's fortune.� After
two years of playing whatever gig they could get at seedy bars, birthdays,
anniversaries, talent shows and battle of the bands contests, two years of
pushing themselves to be the best, it finally paid off.� Shuichi chuckled, grinning happily.

Tomorrow evening, after Hiro and Suguru got out of
school, they were to go to L8r Records headquarters and go over their
contract.� Hiro said he would ask Yuji to
come with them and since Nittle Grasper returned home from their world tour
sometime that afternoon, Shuichi would see if his brother could come with
them.� They had to, of course, get their
parent's permission, but that would not be a problem for any of them.

Maybe now that emptiness he
felt inside would disappear.� One could
only hope.

---TBC---

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