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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:� Eiri has a chance at meeting his secret
crush.

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 0928soubi at docomo.ne.jp, sun�s and stars, TouMoya, RRW, Acherona for their reviews and kind words. �You guys have no idea how much I really
appreciate them.� Thank you for favoring
me and putting me on your alert list.

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Chapter
3:� The Angelic Face

Eiri had gone back to his apartment after the Battle of the Bands with
the intention of going straight to bed, but after spending an hour tossing and
turning, he gave up on getting any sleep.�
Throwing on a pair of pants and a shirt he found on the floor, he
decided to go for a stroll through the park not too far from his
apartment.� It was one of the only things
that seemed to clear his head.

��

He had a meeting with his agent, Kanna Mizuki, in the
morning to submit his latest novel and try to reschedule some interview she set
up- without his knowledge- because apparently, his father had some stupid
family dinner planned.

With his hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather
jacket, Eiri huddled against the breeze blowing off the river.� His hands closed around his pack of
cigarettes just as he spotted a tiny figure huddled on a bench up ahead.� Normally, he would have just ignored the
vagrant and moved on, but for some reason he found himself being drawn to this
person like a magnet.� As he crept
closer, he realized it was a kid.� What
was a kid doing sleeping out in the park in the middle of the night?� As he took in the small frame and the cowboy
hat, Eiri's eyes widened.� Could it
be�?� His pulse started racing.� Standing besides the bench, he picked up the
cowboy hat, his hands shaking in anticipation and gasped.

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The phone continued to ring as Ryuichi's irritation
grew into concern.� �C'mon,� he whispered
as he paced the bedroom restlessly.

The figure on the bed stirred.� A hand reached out from under the covers and
patted the empty mattress besides it.� With
a sigh, the pillow covering the head that belonged to that
hand was thrown aside to reveal a head of black hair.� Flipping over, displaying himself
unconsciously, he watched his lover walk from the closet to the bedroom door
and back again.� The silk bathrobe he
wore flew out around him.� �Ryu, honey,
come back to bed.�

Ryuichi shook his head.� �In a minute, Tatsuha.�

Tatsuha Uesugi sighed.�
�Who're you calling?�� He checked
the clock on the bedside table.� �It's
after midnight.�

�Shu.��
Groaning, he flipped his phone closed and bit his lip.� �He isn't answering.�

�So?�

��So'?�� Ryuichi
walked back to the bed and slumped down on the edge of the mattress, staring at
the silver palm-sized cellphone in his hand.�
Where was he?� What was he doing
that he could not pick up his phone?�
�Tat-�

�Ryu, didn't you tell me his band won that battle
tonight?�� At his boyfriend�s nod, he
said, �Well, then.� He's probably out
partying or something.�

�But-�

�Or, maybe he forgot to turn his phone back on after
the concert.� I do that all the
time.� Besides, you'll see him in the
morning.�

�But, Tatsu-�

The slightly younger man growled and pulled his lover
down, straddling him and pinning all in a matter of an eye blink.� �Stop worrying about Shu, alright?� He's a big boy and
can take care of himself.� All
right?� Don't worry so much.�

Ryuichi sighed in defeat.� He had not seen his baby brother in more than
six months, what was one more day?

Tatsuha, knowing a win when he saw it, laced their
fingers together and rolled his hips with practiced ease.� Tatsuha bit back a groan as Ryuichi arched
off the bed and tossed his head back with a loud cry.� Tatsuha licked his lips and whispered in Ryuichi's
ear, �You know, you're going to have to be punished for waking me up in the
middle of the night.�

Ryuichi licked his dry lips and stared into those dark
eyes, becoming lost within them.�
�Whatever you want, Tatsuha.�
Whatever you want.�

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The angelic face mere inches from his rendered Eiri
speechless.� He was unable to form a
coherent thought.� Even if he could, he
would not be able to express that thought over his rapidly beating heart.� All he could do was stare
at the face that launched a thousand ships and a body that would haunt even a
straight man�s dreams.

��

Shuichi's jet eyes with their violet tint fluttered
open.� The first thing he saw was a man
peering down at him.� A sudden deluge of
thoughts and fears rushed through him.�
Swallowing a scream, he jumped to his feet, hitting his head against the
guy's chin in the process.� He hissed and
rubbed his head.� Turning around to
apologize, he saw his hat clutched in the man's hand.� He reached out and yanked it back
tentatively, his eyes never leaving the strangers face.� �W-who're you?� What do you want?�

��

�How about apologizing for smacking me in the face,
first?� Eiri retorted, rubbing his sore chin, snapping
out of his retrieve.

The teen opened his mouth automatically to do just
that, but realized he had no reason to.�
�If you hadn't of had your face in mine, I wouldn't of
knocked into you!�

Eiri glared at the kid.� He was right, but the hell he was going to
apologize.� He tried to ignore the rapid
beating of his heart, and the quickness of his breath.� He tried to pay no attention to the sweet strawberry
scent that wafted from the boy.� �Fine,�
he finally said.� He plopped himself down
on the bench where just moments ago, his secret crush had been sleeping.� It was still warm.� �Tell me why a sixteen-year-old is sleeping
on a park bench.�

Shuichi placed his hat on his head and crossed his
arms, looking this guy up and down.�
�What does it matter to you?�� He
blinked, realizing what he just said.�
�Wait.� How did you know I was
sixteen?� he asked suspiciously.

Eiri silently cursed himself.� Idiot, he thought.� �Lucky guess,� was what came out of his
mouth.� He sounded bored.� Dammit!�
What was wrong with him?� Here he
was, chatting it up with his crush.� Here was his chance to tell the kid how he
felt.� Maybe they could go get a drink
together or something, but no!� He had to
act as if he did not give a good goddamn.�
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the kid checking him out.� A smug smile tilted the corner of his mouth
and a slight blush tinted his face.� He
thanked the Maker for the fact that it was dark outside.

��

Who was this guy and what does he want, Shuichi asked
himself.� Whoever this guy was, he was
definitely older than he was, in his twenties at least.� He had a day's growth of stubble on his face
that gave him that rugged look.� The guy
was taller by at least a foot, but then again, who wasn't?� Light brown eyes that seemed to have a golden
sheen to them twitched slightly as they stared out over the water.� It was almost as if he was fighting not to
look at him.� A shock of dirty blond hair
tumbled out from under a white hat that seemed to glow in the lamp light.� He was wearing a rumbled white suit and a
black shirt that matched the ribbon on the hat.�
Shuichi had to admit, the guy looked damned hot.

Eiri was beginning to feel self-consciousness with the
kid staring at him like that.� Clearing
his throat, he leaned his head against the back of the bench and stretched his
arms out on either side of him and crossed his ankles before him.

Shuichi continued to study the stranger.� There was something about him that he could
not quite put a finger on.� It felt as if
he knew this guy from somewhere.� He
looked very familiar.� His heart was
suddenly racing as those intense hazel eyes turned to stare back at him.� Shuichi gulped audibly.

�What?� Eiri demanded.

�I, uh...Do I know you?�

Eiri raised an eyebrow in amusement.� �Are you trying to pick me up?�

A warm blush colored Shuichi's face.� Biting his lip to keep his smile hidden, the
teen turned his reddened face away.� �No,�
he whispered with a simple shake of his head.

Eiri did not believe him as far as he could throw him.

�I, uh...It's just that...you look familiar.�� His blush deepened.

Eiri's heart skipped a beat.� Had Shuichi realized that for the past year,
he had been at every single one of his shows?�
That that foreign looking guy at the bar was him?� Please, God, I hope not.� The last thing Eiri needed was to die of
embarrassment.� He would never admit to
doing such a thing.� Not out loud at
least.� But how else could this kid think
he had seen him somewhere before?� If
Shuichi knew his brother than that would be one answer, but that was
impossible.� So, what...?

�I'm a writer,� he blurted out.� Yeah, that could work.� He was always on television and in the newspaper,
magazines, and such all the time.

Shuichi straightened.�
�Really?�� He sat down besides the
man, a sparkle in his eyes.� �So am I,�
he confessed in excitement.

�Really,� he asked in disbelief.� �What could a sixteen-year-old write?�

�Songs!� I'm a
singer and I write all the songs for my band,� he said, bouncing up and down on
the bench.

Eiri blinked at that revelation.� That surprised him.� Shuichi wrote them all?� Wow.�
He had to admit, the kid was good.�
It was not easy to write songs.�
Anyone could put down a bunch of words on a piece of paper and call it a
song, or poem, or whatever, but it took real talent to make those words into
something special and it was obvious this kid had that natural ability.� �You wrote those songs?�� As soon as the words left his mouth, he
mentally cursed himself.

Shuichi blinked.�
�Have you been to one of my concerts?� he asked, cocking his head to the
side.

The writer turned to look at the kid and found his
heart melting.� Before he could stop
himself, he found himself telling him the truth.� �A few.�

�Really?��
Shuichi's face brightened.� �What
didja think?�

Eiri shrugged.�
�Not bad, for a bunch of bratty kids.�

The smile slipped off Shuichi's face, his happiness
deflating like a balloon.� To him that
meant, they were not good enough.� Tears
formed in his eyes.� He wanted to be the
best in the music business.� He wanted to
supersede his brother!� But if this guy's
opinion was shared by everyone else�

Eiri felt like a heel.�
Dammit, he cursed.� �I was kidding,�
he snorted.� �Jeeze, take everything
seriously why don'tcha?�

The smile reappeared, as if it had always been
there.� Shuichi's tears vanished.� He squealed and clapped, throwing himself at
the strange writer and hugging him tightly.�
�You mean it?� Yeah!�

A deep blush flushed the writer's face.

�So,� Shuichi said, letting the man go.� He sat back down besides him, bouncing as if
he was on a sugar high.� �Tell me.� What do you write?�

��

�Suspense thrillers.�
However, in some circles, they are referred to as being part of the
�romance� variety.�

Shuichi cocked his head to the side.� Confusion etched his cute features.� �Romance?�
Why?�

Eiri shrugged.�
�Beats me.� I guess because most
of my books have an underlining�romance angle.�

��

�Huh?�

Chuckling, Eiri thought of a way to explain it a
little more clearly.� �For example, my
latest book is about a serial killer who brutally tortured seven women before
killing them.� Then he just
disappeared.� He returns some years later
and this woman is determined to find him.�
Along the way, she meets and collaborates up with this guy.� They have an affair as they struggle to solve
the case.� Get it?�

�Ah!� Like J.D.
Robb!� My mom and my sister read her
books!�

Eiri chuckled.�
�I really don�t mind what they�re categorized as.� As long as people are out there buying my
books, I really could care less.�

�Are you any good?�

��

Eiri shrugged.�
�I seem to be.� My novels always
make the top ten best sellers list.�

�Really?� That's
so cool!�

Eiri studied his lithe singer.� He always thought it was just for the stage,
but this kid was as high strung as a helium balloon.� This kid could not sit still for more than
five seconds at a time.� That might not
be a bad thing, he thought.� He could
think of one thing where that would be very useful.

Shuichi had changed out of the skintight stage outfit
into a loose pair of low waisted tan khakis and a tight red half shirt under a
white button down shirt that seemed to be a few sizes too large with the sleeves
rolled up past his elbows.� He was
wearing fingerless red gloves and had a black bag strapped across his back.

��

�Tell me something.�

�What?�

�Why are you out here in the middle of the night?�

Shuichi's face fell.�
He stared at his hands clasped between his knees.� To his horror, he felt genuine tears in his
eyes.� He had been having such a good
time with this guy that he totally forgotten about everything else.

Eiri felt his chest tighten as he watched a mask of
depression and unhappiness slip onto Shuichi's face.� That look did not suit the boy.� Why was he so upset all of a sudden?� Was it something he said?� What could possibly make someone who was
always so happy, so sad?� �What's wrong?�

Shuichi shook his head.� �My dad,� he cried.� Sniffing, he wiped at the tears that tickled
down his face.� �My dad...he...�

Almost of its own violation, Eiri's hand lightly
brushed through the younger man's bright pink hair that felt so soft despite
all the dye, hair gel and hairspray and whatnot he must use in it.� He studied his downed, saddened face.� �What,� he prodded gently.� �You and your dad don't get along?�� He snorted.�
�I know that feeling.� My father
wants me to be someone I'm not.�

�Really?��
Shuichi looked up at the writer with large pleading, tear filled eyes.

Eiri nodded.�
�That's when I moved out.� I can't
be something I'm not, ya know?�� He
shrugged.

Shuichi nodded, sobbing.� He felt a little better, knowing that he was
not alone.� �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'm not 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 dead as a
doornail on his doorstep and he wouldn't care!�

Eiri had to fight the tears and the sob that
threatened to show themselves.� He also
had to fight the desire to show this bastard of a father that his son was not a
monster, but a gift from God.� Maybe he
could do that and at the same time, show Shuichi that he was loved.

Eiri's hand slipped from the boy's cottony soft hair
to his upper thigh and gave it a squeeze.

��

Shuichi froze.�
He turned a tear soaked face to the stranger besides him.

�I don't think of you as a freak, Shuichi,� Eiri
whispered in the boy's ear.� He smirked
when Shuichi shivered.� He squeezed the
boy's thigh again and stroked it ever so slowly.� �Let me show you.� Let's show your dad
what an asshole he is, how wrong he is.�
That you are...loved.�

Shuichi gulped painfully.� �H-how?�

Eiri cupped the boy's chin and tilted his hat
back.� He leaned forward and pressed
their lips together.� He pulled back
enough to whisper, �Like this.�

The singer's mind went
blank.� His eyes widened as a strange guy
he had not even known before today kissed him.

---TBC---

Preview: �One Night
with the Man in White�

A/N:� I am warning you now that the next chapter is
going to be a little �one-on-one time� (if you get my meaning) between Shuichi
and Eiri.� So be forewarned.� So you might want to just skim over the first
half of the chapter if you do not want to read it (but why wouldn�t you?� Seriously, if you do not like that stuff then
why are you reading stories based on shonen-ai?�
Dummy).� Anyway, what do you
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