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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 finally learns the identity of the
man who in one night flipped his whole world upside down.

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, RRW, TouMoya, Acherona, sun�s and stars for taking the extra five seconds to review.� I appreciate it.

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Chapter
5: Discovering His Identity

By the time Shuichi made it back to his �father's
house�, it was nearly three o'clock in the afternoon.� If he was remembering correctly, Bad Luck was
scheduled to meet with Mr. Matsusaki at six-thirty in his offices at L8r
Records.� He had no idea where their
headquarters was or what to expect.

��

Shuichi stood on the front stoop, staring blankly at
the door.� He could not make his feet
move.� The last thing he wanted was to go
into that house.� Neither of his parents
would be home yet, but that was hardly the point.� The place just had too many memories and none
of them good.

Sighing, he steeled himself.

Shuichi had to fight the urge to reach into his bag
for his pills as a heavy weight settled in the pit of his stomach.� He took deep even breathes to dispel the
rising nausea and lightheadedness.� As
his head began spinning, Shuichi grabbed the doorframe with trembling hands to
steady himself.�
Closing his eyes, he bowed his head as he began panting heavily.

Behind him, a silver Trailblazer pulled up.� Out of the car stepped two men.� The first one was nearly six-feet tall with
unruly dark hair and eyes.� He was
wearing jeans and a black shirt.� His
passenger stood on the other side of the truck and smiled.� This man, who was no more than
five-foot-four, had a black Stetson over brown shoulder length hair.� His sparkling brown eyes were hidden behind
dark sunglasses, but his small toned body was shown off by his tight jeans and
white shirt.� Together, they watched the
boy on the front porch.

Ryuichi felt like a heavy weight had been lifted when
he saw his brother.� Tatsuha thought he
was an idiot, and had no qualms with saying so on a regular basis, for worrying
about Shuichi so much, but Ryuichi did not care.� So he was a tad overprotective of his baby
Shu-Shu.� So what?� Someone had to be.� A frown crossed the older singer's face as he
took in the wrinkled, rumbled clothes and disheveled hair.� Was Shuichi just getting home?� Just where had he been all night?� Rounding the car, he laid a hand on Tatsuha's
arm and strode towards the house.�
�Shuichi,� he called softly.

The teen gasped and jumped.� Spinning around, a hand over his racing
heart, he stared blankly at the man standing before him.

Ryuichi blinked at his brother, frowning.� Shuichi was pale and breathing heavily.� He saw the hand on his brother�s chest
trembling.� He also saw a thin layer of
sweat on Shuichi's upper lip and brow despite the cool spring day.� What was wrong with him?� Was he sick?

Shuichi blinked stupidly.� Slowly, the pieces started to come
together.� �R-Ryu?� he breathed.

Ryuichi stepped towards his brother with a forced grin
and nodded.� �Yes, Shuichi.�

Tears blurring his vision, Shuichi flung himself at
his brother with a sob.� �I'm so glad
your home!�

Ryuichi hugged his little brother tightly as the boy
clung to him.� �Me, too, Shu-Shu.� Me, too.��
Ryuichi glanced at his boyfriend over his shoulder, a small smile on his
face.

Tatsuha smiled back, elated at the sight before him.

�Ya know,� Ryuichi said to the human leech wrapped
around his waist.� �I saw your concert
last night and I though you guys were great.�

Shuichi lifted a tear and snot covered face with a
gasp.� He stared at his brother wide
eyes.� �Y-you did?�

Ryuichi nodded, grinning.� He felt a surge of pride for his little
brother.� �Uh, huh!� We took an earlier flight home just so we
could come check you out.� I even know
you won that contract with L8r Records.��
He pouted.� �I wanted to come see
you afterwards, but Tohma said it would be a bad idea.�

Shuichi giggled and wiped his face with the sleeve of
his large button down shirt, shaking his head.�
�It's okay, Ryu,� he admitted, smiling
happily.� Stepping back, he grinned at
his brother.� Suddenly he felt a lot
better than he had mere moments ago.�
�So, you really thought we were good?�
What did you think of the song?�
Did you like it?� And what about
the Mad Doggs and that other band, whatever they were called?� Did you like them?� I thought they were okay, but-�

�You guys were the best band there hands down,�
Ryuichi assured his brother.

�Really?�

�Really.�

�Now, come on.�
Let's get you cleaned up.� Tohma
wants us to be at Club Bokki at four.�

Shuichi cocked his head, his brows drawn together in
confusion.� �Club Bokki?� Isn't that-?�

�A gay nightclub, yes.�� Ryuichi studied his brother closely.� �And how would you know that?�

A reddish tint colored Shuichi's face.� Clearing his throat, he turned his attention
away from his older brother�s penetrating gaze.�
�Why does Tohma want to see us?� he asked, changing the subject.

Determined not to let the subject drop, Ryuichi filed
it away for later and shrugged.� �C'mon,
Tatsu.� I'll make some tea.�� Ryuichi led them both to the house.� �I have no idea why Tohma wants to see us,�
he told his brother as he unlocked the front door.� �All I know is that he called me this
afternoon and said to �gather the troops'.�

As Shuichi chucked off his shoes and put on his house
slippers, he asked his brother what that was supposed to mean.� It made Tohma sound like a General.

�I'm assuming you, Hiro and Fujisaki, plus me and
Noriko.�

�Why?� Tatsuha asked his
boyfriend as he followed the man towards the kitchen.� �You guys just got off tour last night.� Couldn't he give you at least one day to rest
before he calls a war council?�

�Who knows why Tohma does the things he does.� We'll just have to wait and see.�

As Shuichi headed up the stairs towards the bathroom,
he wondered what General Seguchi wanted and hoped that whatever it was, the man
made it fast because Bad Luck had a meeting they had to get to.

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After a shower and a fresh change of clothes- those
being a pair of fitted black jeans, a short sleeved white silk button down
shirt over a green T-shirt and his ankle boots- Shuichi found himself in the
backseat of Tatsuha's truck.� He was glad
to be out of that house.� That house was
a vampire.� It sucked the life and joy
right out of you, but as soon as he stepped out that door that heavy, desolate
feeling was gone, leaving only an unsettling feeling behind.� It was no wonder most nights he arranged to
sleep elsewhere.� Shuichi shifted his
small shoulder bag and studied the profile of his brother�s boyfriend as they
drove through the early evening traffic that clogged Kyoto.�
Tatsuha's dark hair and eyes were replaced with dark blond hair and
golden eyes in Shuichi's mind.� Tatsuha
really did look like the gorgeous writer from last night.� Maybe that was why the guy seemed so
familiar, because he reminded him of Tatsuha.�
�Um, Tatsuha?� Shuichi asked the driver
timidly.

��

Tatsuha stopped at a red light and glanced at the boy
briefly before turning his attention to the stoplight.� �What?�

�Um, do you�do you have a brother by chance?�

With a quirked eyebrow, Tatsuha studied Shuichi in the
rearview mirror.� The boy's face was pink
and he avoided looking at him.� He
wondered.� �Yeah, I do.� I thought I told you about him.�

Ryuichi touched his lover's knees and pointed out the
windshield.� The light had change.

Tatsuha blasted through the intersection.� �He's a romance writer of all things,�
Tatsuha continued with a roll of his eyes.

Shuichi's eyes flashed in recognition.� His heart started pounding in his chest.� �Does he look like you?� he asked.

�Identical.�

�They're twins,� Ryuichi supplied.� He turned in his seat as far as the seatbelt
would let him.� �Eiri's like the negative
image of Tatsu, like the albino of the Uesugi clan.� Just without the red eyes.�

Tatsuha slapped Ryuichi's arm and mock glared at
him.� Ryuichi laughed and looked
innocently at his boyfriend.

�Eiri,� Shuichi repeated softly.� He like the way it sounded. �He could not help a blush that colored his
face as he remembered the events of the night before.� He wondered what the man was doing right
now.� Was he thinking about him?

�Yep.� Blond
hair, light eyes and pale skin.� He smokes, drinks, is a fully trained monk, hates my father,
stays locked in his apartment and writes trashy dime store novels that every
female in the country eats up and is a cold bastard that would rather slit his
own throat then show any sort of emotion to anyone.�

As they slowed down and Tatsuha pulled into an empty
spot along the curb in front of the club, Shuichi could not stop a smile that
lit his face as he thought about his lover.�
Eiri Uesugi.� According to
Tatsuha, the man was supposed to be cold, distance, and a recluse, but the Eiri
he met the night before was very different from the Eiri Tatsuha was
describing.� The Eiri who had made sweet
love to him last night had been sweet, gentle and kind.� They stayed up all night making love and Eiri
had been like an antique dealer going over a fine period piece.� Shuichi felt like a princess whose prince had
come to rescue her.� He thought he was
never again going to see the mysterious writer, who in one night seemed to have
somehow stolen his heart, but if he was Tatsuha's brother, then maybe�

Wait a minute!�
Ryuichi said that Eiri and Tatsuha were twins, right?� That meant that�

�Tatsuha?� Shuichi asked as
the three of them walked through a red steel door and down a narrow, gloomy
staircase.� �How old are you?�

�Twenty-two, why?�

Shuichi stumbled, nearing falling down the stairs, but
caught himself, saving himself from a dangerous drop.� Twenty-two?�
He felt his heart drop.� His face
fell.� �No reason,� he lied.� Eiri was Tatsuha's twin brother which meant
that the writer was also six years his senior.

Standing in the middle of the deserted gay nightclub,
Tatsuha and Ryuichi glanced questioningly at each other then at the boy.

Shuichi looked like his puppy was just put to
sleep.� That was exactly how he felt,
too.� According to the law, he was still
technically a minor and Eiri could get in big trouble if it became known that
he slept with a �child that was unable to think clearly and make rational
decisions for him/herself�.� He did not want to get Eiri into any
trouble.� The writer was one of the
nicest people Shuichi ever met.� He was
not all jumpy, hyperactive and overtly familiar like his fans.� He was not cold and detached like his parents
and even his younger sister.� Eiri was
not like his friends who seemed to either be overtly protective or put up with
his crap just because they were friends.�
No, Eiri had treated him like a person, an actual to God person and
Shuichi liked that.

Eiri's face popped into his mind.� He remembered those strong, powerful hands
touching him, caressing him with gentleness and expertise, those broad,
muscular shoulders rising above him, the taste and smell of tobacco on his soft
lips, the powerful thrust of his manhood as it slid into him.� He could remember Eiri's deep guttural groans
and cries as he climaxed.

Shuichi's breath hitched and tears filled his eyes.

He wanted to see Eiri again, wanted to feel safe
within those strong arms as they wrapped around him and hugged him
tightly.� Just to be in the same room as
him, to be enveloped in his musky cologne was enough, but it would never
be.� Their one night had to remain just
that, one night; otherwise, Eiri would be arrested for statutory rape.� Shuichi would never be able to forgive
himself if that happened.

Ryuichi stepped forward and laid a hand on his
brother's shoulder, a frown on his face.�
�Shuichi?�

Shuichi jumped, startled out of his thoughts.� �Huh?�

�Are you alright?�
Do you want to talk about it?�

The boy forced a smile onto his face and shuffled his
thoughts aside.� �I'm fine, Ryu.� Really.�

�Shu-�

�Excuse me,� Shuichi interrupted his brother, his
voice tight.� �I have to use the
bathroom.�

Ryuichi was left to stare after his younger brother in
confusion.� �What�?�� He glanced at Tatsuha in confusion.� Something was definitely going on with that
kid.

Tatsuha watched the pink haired boy vanish into the
bathroom.� He had a feeling he knew what
was going on.� If he was right, things
could get a bit complicated.

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Shuichi slammed into the bathroom and fled into the
first stall he saw.� Locking the door
behind him, he sat on the toilet and pulled his tan bag onto his lap.� He held off as long as he could, but these
emotions were killing him!� He needed the
bad feelings to go away.� He needed to be
happy, smile, and laugh.� He could not be
all pouty, sad, and crying over a lost love.�
No, not today.

Panting heavily, he opened his bag with shaking hands
and fumbled through all the crap he had until he found the white bottle of
pills.� Sobbing, Shuichi fumbled with the
cap.� Forgetting he had to press it down
and twist, he jerked at it, pulling and tugging.� Irritated, Shuichi growled and banged the
bottle against his leg.� He used his
nails and tried to pry the top off, but failed.�
He clutched the bottle tightly, his knuckles turning white and growled,
sobbing in frustration.� One last time,
he tried to get the cap off, but could not.�
Gritting his teeth, he sobbed his impatience and annoyance.

�Goddamn piece of crap!�

He whipped the bottle into the stall door.� It hit with a loud clatter and bounced
off.� Huffing, his hands fisted, Shuichi
watched angrily as the pill bottle rattled to the floor and rolled out of the
stall, vanishing from view.

Panting, his anger boiling, Shuichi glared at the spot
where the bottle disappeared.� As quickly
as the temper tantrum appeared, it vanished.�
He was left feeling drained and exhausted.

��

Tears filled his eyes and his jaw trembled as a sob
echoed in the red and black tiled bathroom.�
Dropping his head, he buried his face in his hands and sobbed.� His small frame shook as he cried.

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Shuichi had no idea how long he sat on the toilet
bawling his eyes out like a baby.� But by
the time he was able to get hold of himself, he felt physically, mentally and
emotionally drained.� All he wanted to do
was go home and sleep.

Unlocking the stall door, he walked over to the sinks
and splashed some cold water onto his face.�
Gripping the edge of the sink, he hung his head and let the water drip
off his face.� He lifted his head and
stared at his reflection.� His eyes were
puffy and bloodshot.� His face was red
and splotchy.

Sighing, he straightened, but jumped nearly out of his
skin as a shotgun blast tore through the bathroom, startling him back to
reality.� A hand over a rapidly beating
heart, Shuichi sighed deeply as the door to the bathroom swung open.� A genuine smile brightened his face as a
familiar head poked inside.

�Hey,� greeted the longhaired guitarist with a smile.

�Hey, Hiro,� Shuichi said as his gathered his
wits.� He pushed away from the sink and
walked towards the paper towel dispenser on the wall.

Hiro pushed open the door and leaned against it,
crossing his arms over his chest.� �Are
you okay?�

��

Turning his back to his friend, Shuichi's smile
slipped, replaced by a frown as he tore some paper towels out of the wall
mount.� Patting his face dry, Shuichi
forced a chuckle.� �Ryu sent you, huh?�

�Yeah,� Hiro admitted, scratching his head.� �He's worried about you.�

Shuichi nodded.�
�Well, he doesn't need to be.� I'm
fine.�� Crumbling the paper towels, he
tossed them in the trash and strode confidently out of the bathroom, a fake
smile on his face.� "C'mon!� Let's go see what General Seguchi wants.�

Hiro watched his friend with a frown as he practically
skipped out across the empty dance floor and up the center staircase towards
one of the VIP rooms near the DJ booth.�
Pushing away from the door, the guitarist sighed.� As he turned, something out of the corner of
his eyes caught his attention.� Curious,
he walked into the bathroom and picked it up.�
It was a plain, white pill bottle.�
Hiro glanced at the closet bathroom door with a frown.

�What have you gotten
yourself into, Shuichi?�

---TBC---

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