Haunted

Chapter 7: Hidden Opportunities


“…the moon in shining brightly tonight, I feel the warmth of the air, wrapping around my body. In this endless phenomenon reaching and stroking every part of me, I feel you inside of me aching and asking for more…”

K and Sakano watched in amazement as BAD LUCK performed beautifully onstage. They were invited to a famous music channel to perform their latest song.
BAD LUCK was definitely high up in the air, making loads of money with the fans increasing like hell, not to mention all over the world.

Shuichi had finally learned how to speak in fluent English, thanks to her newly found friends, the Tokigawa sisters.
At first he thought it was impossible, but having Serena as his sensei, he was proved to be wrong.

Everyday, since they all started going out together, Serena and her sisters taught him the basics, and later on, the right grammar. It took him less than one month to understand and speak English correctly, and it took him another month to be able to speak it in a smooth tone.

Hiro and the others were surprised by his fast improvement. Right after K found out Shuichi could speak English, he ordered him to write a new song.
It turned out that K didn’t need to use a gunpoint on Shuichi anymore.

Shuichi had done almost fifty songs—all written in English, and all of them were fantastic.

Right now, Shuichi was singing ‘Lover’s Cradle’. The beat and the melody were making the audience, the staff—everybody, absorbed. Everyone could feel the sensuality and the sweetness of the song. It wasn’t really vulgarity, but the intimacy shared from the song was greatly appreciated by everyone since they can relate to it. One thing for sure, Shuichi wrote beautifully. He knew he could draw attention if he’ll write something related to people’s lives. He also learned that warm details should always be considered. And so, Shuichi had produced incredible songs in no time.

By the time the song was finished, the audience came to a standing ovation, including the staff of the show. Everybody was amazed and Shuichi was glad they appreciated it.
Although it was strange to see that one of the audience wasn’t standing, or clapping for him.
He was just right there at the corner, smiling widely at him.

And Shuichi gasped when he saw him.

“Shuichi!” Sakano called out proudly from behind, “that was great! Hiro, you were so cool out there, and Fujisaki, you rock!” he complemented and clapped his hands loudly.

“That’s nice to hear, Sakano-san,” Hiro fanned, “but you sound very corny.”

“No, I’m telling the truth—”

“Shuichi-san.” Shuichi heard K call on him from afar and found him smiling thoroughly,

“I guess your tutorials with those fine sexy ladies finally paid of, eh?” he teased, “I’m glad you’re doing good in your English. I never thought you can be so fluent in just two months.” He held out his hand to congratulate Shuichi.

“Thanks. I guess I found the right teacher for me.” Shuichi blinked at him and he silently understood.

“Shuichi,” someone called from behind and made everybody turn around.

It was Tohma, and he was approaching them. He was wearing one of those ‘designer clothes’.
It was pretty obvious since he bested everybody else inside the room with his sophisticated and cool appeal.

“Tohma-san,” Shuichi replied and smiled gently at Tohma.
It had been a while since he saw the president of the NG Music Corporation. One of the reasons why he never bothered seeing him was because he knew Tohma had an ‘inkling’ for Yuki. He also knew that they were childhood friends, and that even though he was married to Yuki’s sister, Mika, he was gay.

The marriage wasn’t his decision, so nobody could blame him. It was an arranged marriage, and he had no choice.

It must be so hard to be married to the sister of the person you really long for, Shuichi thought.

“It’s a surprise to see you…h-how’d you been?” Shuichi greeted, partly nervous, because Tohma was also Yuki’s best friend. It was quite a stupid irony.

Imagine, he’s working for the man whose ‘in like’ with his ex-lover, so how stupid and twisted could this get?

“I just thought to pass by, but anyway, I have good news for your band.” Tohma announced with a gleeful expression on his face. He brushed his hair with his long slender fingers and flipped it away, causing a sensual effect that made Shuichi sick.

Was anyone noticing that disgusting gesture as well?

“Well let’s hear it then.” K said gladly and crossed his arms across his chest.

Everyone was looking at Tohma and was anticipating his next words,

“Since BAD LUCK is making big-time nationally and internationally, an important company decided to sponsor the band. It’s a partnership deal—”

“Like a joint business?” Hiro asked, cutting in.

“Exactly—as I was saying, NG was offered to become a partner of one of the world’s leading music corporations. I’m talking about the Los Angeles’ Halo Corporation.”

Everyone fell silent after Tohma announced the name of the company. K’s jaw dropped upon hearing such a respectable and known corporation when it comes to the music industry.

“Get out…” Fuji whispered with his eyes almost popping out.

“Good God.” Uttered Sakano, gaping widely at his boss,

“No way.” Hiro added.

“It’s about time.” K drawled out in triumph, rolling his eyeballs heavenward and obviously not that affected by the news since he was hoping to hear it sooner or later.

“That’s amazing!” Shuichi exclaimed, feeling that luck was on their side at this time.

“It is,” Tohma nodded in agreement, “so I’d like all of you to meet Mr. Seige Mushimoto, the owner of Halo Music Corporation.”

Slowly, a man from behind the shadows started moving forward. Everybody was looking at his direction, especially Shuichi.

The man was carrying his coat with his thumb hanging behind him in a casual refined manner. His necktie, plain black and the buttons near his throat were undone. He folded his sleeves into three fourths, thus giving off that tired aloof effect on him. His hair was in disarray, displayed in a lazy manner, and yet he looked extremely alive with such posture. His face chiseled into perfection, his eyes—

Wait. Shuichi thought. Isn’t he—

“Konichiwa, mina-san. I’m glad to have finally met the famous BAD LUCK in person. I’m a very big fan of yours.” Seige Moshimoto beamed and bowed his head. Everybody bowed their head in return except for the gawking Shuichi.

“Mr. Moshimoto,” K started in a formal tone, speaking in the English language, not to mention in a different accent, “we are…surprised to hear this announcement. We are very grateful for this agreement…though I feel there is so much to discuss concerning the sponsorship of your company.” He pointed and Seige nodded in agreement,

“Yes, I know. I understand that all of you are a bit confused, but I assure you, you’re all in good hands. Mr. Tohma here,” he paused, turning to look at Tohma, “and I had talk about this deal a few weeks ago already. Everything is almost settled, except for your band’s permission. Everything will also be discussed in the following meetings, but not today.” He said in a polite brisk manner that exemplified his arrogance, “I only wanted to see the band personally.” He teased and smiled.

Heavenly Father, Shuichi thought, that is one damn attractive dimple.

He was as handsome as hell, and everyone could see that. Stubborn too.

His power and wealth were shown upon the way he carried himself and the things he wore.

Shuichi bet he was wearing one of those expensive watches that were almost worth a million dollars. He couldn’t see it clearly, but the golden band was enough of a proof that it was worth millions.

His outfit must’ve come from a designer rack as well. Just like Tohma, the man has taste. But Shuichi could see a lazy effort when it came to this guy’s style. Upon the way he wore his hair, Shuichi doubted if he even has a good hygiene.

But then again, maybe the hair was for show, he really looked rugged and handsome and irresistible and—what the hell was he thinking?

“Excuse me,” Shuichi cut in, his forehead forming a deep furrow, “have we met before? Because I think you were the guy I saw at—”

“I don’t think so.” Seige replied abruptly and grinned, “In the past life maybe… what do you think?”

Shuichi didn’t know what to make of that jest. The man was obviously flirting with him.
Everyone was waiting for Shuichi to say something.

Dumbfounded and too stunt, Shuichi replied,
“That’s a good one, Mr. Mushimoto! So I see you’re a joker.” Shuichi blurted and finished his statement with a fake laughter.

Seige’s face formed a strange questioning look, the rest were feeling uncomfortable by the steady silence,
“Well…er…shall we all take a break?” Tohma offered, “Somewhere close? A snack perhaps. It’ll be good for all of us.” He added, breaking the uneasy atmosphere.

“Please pardon me, but I really must go.” Seige excused, “I’m sorry I can’t come, I have plenty of business meetings to attend to this afternoon. As I said a while ago, I only wanted to stop by to hear and see BAD LUCK in person, and I have to say, I’m quite impressed,” he said with a reassuring nod, “but I think that’s all for today. It’s been such a pleasure meeting all of you.” He bowed and casually turned his heel around,

Everyone bid Mr. Mushimoto farewell as he waved his hand goodbye in a cool manner.

“My God, he’s adorable!” Fujisaki exclaimed, blushing thoroughly.

“Eew,” Hiro squealed, “he’s an old man! Can’t you see the little specks of beard growing out of his face?” he criticized,

“It was cool! And definitely rugged.” Fujisaki emphasized which made Hiro roll his eyes in disgust.

“Well, I guess we should all get something to eat at the nearest café or something,” K suggested, remembering Tohma’s offer, “or we can go back to the studio and do a couple of rehearsals, what do you say guys?” K teased and heard everyone grunting their comments of disapproval.

“That’s so unfair, today isn’t scheduled for rehearsals.” Fujisaki complained.

“I decline as well.” Hiro agreed and folded his arms.

“Hmph!” Kei muttered, “I’m sure Shuichi would love to sing today—hey…where is that boy?”


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Shuichi was running like with the wind. He was running after that rich good-looking dude. Where was he? Wasn’t his car supposedly parked somewhere outside? How come Shuichi had to run following a walking man?

The answer was because he was fifteen meters away from the man, and Mr. Mushimoto kept taking the corners, turning every now and then, like he was on purposely dragging Shuichi in a tiring hunt.

Shuichi just had to talk to him. First of all, he wanted to thank him for the arrangement he made with Tohma. Second, he wanted to ask why he denied their encounter a few days ago.
When Shuichi turned right and made it to the fifth corner that that man turned into, he was abruptly stopped by a strong force behind him, pulling him backwards, and then, turning him around.

Shuichi was crushed in a fierce hungry kiss.

Shuichi’s eyes widened as Seige Mushimoto hovered his mouth to his.

He was savagely kissing Shuichi in a primitive manner.

Seige’s aggressiveness was scaring Shuichi. Shuichi tried to struggle free, but Seige’s arms were tightly wrapped around him in a death grip kind of ‘embrace’.

“S-stop.” Shuichi mumbled while his tongue was being forced to mingle with Seige’s.

Shuichi was ready to raise his knee to hit Seige’s groin when he finally let go.

Shuichi thought he let go. But then he noticed Seige only loosened his embrace but continuously kissed him. His kiss was gentle now, his tongue making those magical strokes that poisoned Shuichi’s mind and body.

Seige was trying to tame him!

He was doing it on purpose to get what he wants.

Shuichi knew better.

“What the hell is this all about?” Shuichi demanded, after he had successfully struggled free.

Seige chuckled. A rich golden manly chuckle.

“Didn’t you like it?” he teased.

Shuichi grew hot with anger. He was blushing thoroughly, but he was mad as well.

“What is wrong with you?” Shuichi asked, looking confused and disgusted with the man in front of him “are you twisted?” shuichi added and rubbed his forearms for support.

“Me? I thought you liked the kiss.”

“What?”

“You kissed me back, don’t deny it.”

“What on earth—”

“You like me, too, don’t you?” Seige teased all the more, which fused Shiuichi’s fury.

“Oh my God! You are a sick old fart! That’s what you are!”

To Shuichi’s utter disbelief, Seige Mushimoto guffawed at his comment.

He leaned against the brick wall for support and continuously laughed.

Good God, he’s such a handsome man, Shuichi thought.

Shuichi trembled while he watched every movement this man created. He was like some macho dude that catches everyone’s attention.
He must have been a major heartthrob in his early teens.

“What are you thinking?” Seige asked, his hands on his knees while his back was still leaning against the wall.

He looked so sexy in that position.

“Um, nothing.” I’m thinking you’re so sexy and that you must have been a heartthrob before.

“Yeah, right.” Seige drawled out and finally stood up in an erect posture.

Shuichi backed away as Seige composed himself. Seige smiled at the boy’s reaction towards him. He must be scared like hell.

“I don’t bite.” Seige said, just to give a little ease at the building tension between them

“Yeah, but you kiss like an animal.” Shuichi snapped.

Seige laughed once more and suddenly, Shuichi raised his index finger,

“Don’t you dare laugh at me again! What is wrong with you? What’s up with the kiss? And a while ago,” Shuichi added hotly, “how come you denied to everyone about our encounter?” he demanded,

“What encounter?” Seige asked innocently.

“Oh, c’mon.” Shuichi huffed, rolling his eyeballs.

“Seriously, I don’t remember meeting a cute boy like you before.”

Instead of reacting negatively to that answer, Shuichi turned as red as a tomato.

“Fine.” Shuichi said and turned around and started walking away.

“Wait!” Seige shouted accompanied by a defeated chuckle as soon as Shuichi was eight meters away from him.

Shuichi smiled before he turned to face Seige.

Oh yeah, Victory is mine!

“So you confess?” Shuichi asked with a brow hanging up.

“Actually, I was wondering if you’re free this Saturday night.” he replied flatly.

Shuichi opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He wanted to protest, but his tongue and lips weren’t moving.

“Well, I have an extra ticket to this opera I wanted to see. I was wondering if you could come along and watch it with me…if that’s okay with you.” he added carefully.

Shuichi continued to gawk at him.

“Is that a yes or a no?” Seige asked.

Still, Shuichi was speechless.

“Is someone…waiting at home…for you?” Seige asked, his forehead crumpling suspiciously.

And that question broke the throbbing negation inside Shuichi’s mind.

“Of course not. I’m free as a bird and an official single man. I am dating no one and interested with no one—including you.” He emphasized and turned his heel around,

“Please!” Siege pleaded, “try to reconsider.”

“Look,” Shuichi started and looked back, “I don’t even know you. And from what you said, you’ve never met me before until a while ago. So, I think there’s no reason for us to be ‘close’. And another thing is, we’re in the same business here. It’s not good to date someone you’re with at work.” He reminded him, nodding at the same time with his arms folded in front of his chest.

Seige chuckled and folded his arms as well, imitating Shuichi, but looking more superior than he.

“We don’t work together—I’m just your sponsor, that doesn’t mean anything—”

“That means everything!” Shuichi boomed haughtily, “you’re like the boss here. You pay for us. You get the picture don’t you? You’re a businessman, you know that.” he explained,

“You don’t have to remind me,” Seige smiled, “look, if the only reason why you’re hesitating is because of work, then forget about it. We’re going out as friends, not as co-workers, get the picture?” he shot back almost sarcastically.

“Are you trying to provoke me?” Shuichi asked with his hands on his hips.

God, he’s so cute, Seige thought.

“Hello, earth to tough guy, are you there?” Shuichi snapped.

“Shuichi, please, come with me.”

The look in Seige Mushimoto’s face was a look Shuichi couldn’t distinguish. He hadn’t seen such an expression before.
He exemplified the feeling of longing and showed his personality of aggressiveness, and at the same time, he was careful and sensitive.

How could that be possible? This kind of man is just too perfect.

“I don’t even know you…” Shuichi whispered, looking down to his feet.

Seige went closer to him and tipped his chin up,

“Then you’ll get to know me at Saturday night.” He whispered back softly, tucking a loose hair behind Shuichi’s ear.

Shuichi wanted to say ‘no’. He really didn’t know this guy, but the warmth and tenderness he was showing him was more than enough of a proof that he wouldn’t harm him,

“Aren’t we going… a little too fast?” Shuichi asked and bit his lower lip.

Seige chuckled again and pressed his forehead against Shuichi’s.

“Do you wanna go slow?” he teased in a silky sensual tone.

Shuichi blushed beautifully and Seige simply enjoyed tormenting him.

He was so irresistible, Seige thought, and so lovable.

Shuichi inhaled deeply and closed his eyes and finally answered,

“Not really…” he muttered like a kid and Seige smiled as he pulled Shuichi roughly against his hard chest.

“See you on our date.” He teased.

“I don’t even know you.” Shuichi persisted again.

“I’ll pick you up at eight in the evening at the studio, okay?”

“I said I don’t even know you.”

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

“Are you deaf?” Shuichi asked, almost going ballistic at the thought of going out with a handsome stranger. (Isn’t that suppose to be exciting?)

“But you didn’t say ‘no’.” Seige said and smiled.

Shuichi couldn’t help but smile back.

He watched Seige walk away, and the moment Seige was out of sight, Shuichi’s jaw dropped and wailed,

Oh my God! What have I done!!!…?


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“I see you’re looking happy today.” Gilfred mentioned while he walked with Serena Tokigawa in their large beautiful garden.

“Of course I am, why shouldn’t I be? I have all the reason in the world to smile today.” She said enthusiastically, “First, Sakura has finally realized that the man she loved all along was a bastard. A sonafabitch who isn’t worth of anyone—most especially her,” she beamed and continued,

“Second, me and my sisters’ relationship with Sakura is going on pretty well, considering the big help those English tutorials did to make us closer,” Serena added with a chuckle, “thirdly, we can now open up the truth to Sakura since there’s no more hindrance except her will—whether she will protest or not.” She finished and bent down to pick up the small red flower on the ground.

“And may I ask: What if she retaliates?” he said.

“As I have told you a million times before,” Serena drawled out exasperatingly and rolled her eyes heavenward, “we will take the hard way around.”

“What is the ‘hard’ way you are speaking of?” he asked wonderingly, toying with some of the flowers beside him,

“As I have told you again before, leave that, to me.” she said flatly and picked up a basket that must have been left unattended by one of the gardeners and took a pair of yellow gloves from it.

Inside, she took a pair of scissors and bent down to the ground to start cutting the stems of the white roses displayed in a breathtaking arrangement in front of her.

“I fear that if our Sakura disagrees, it will cause her a lot of grief, even to us.” he said feelingly.

“Fuck to her fear.” Serena said and outraged Gilfred deep inside, “we won’t stop this mission no matter what happens.” Serena spoke while she continued cutting the stems calmly.

“She’s only a little girl.” Gilfred reminded her.

“And dying.” Serena added scornfully, looking up to Gilfred with those amazing cold emerald eyes.

She looked back at the long stemmed roses she had just cut and placed them inside the basket. She then continued to attend to the flowers and said,

“If we don’t operate on her as soon as possible, she will die in a matter of months, weeks, or even days,” she explained, “you of all people know that. If the only thing that would stop this mission would be her ‘feelings’, than we can might as well drag her by the hair and start curing her. I will not take reconsideration of the things that might change once we have successfully done our mission,” she said, “I am not blind, nor stupid. I know that Sakura is in a band and that she is famous nationally as well as internationally. If the world finds out she’s missing, then let it be that way. It’s what we want anyway. There’s no future for her if she continues this. If we leave her, she will die, and if a couple of trying-hard-doctors see her insides, it will be more complicated.” Serena bent on the ground to the pile of yellow roses this time,

“They will open every part of her. It’s like chopping off every limb, every part of her body… I know because I’ve done those things as well. And when the news comes out, scientists will fly all the way from their home to see the spectacle Japan has in store for them.” She explained wearily, “Imagine, a male organ, successfully transferred, and can produce the things a normal male organ can do. In addition to that, a female organ, buried inside and is active and can also produce eggs that can result to pregnancy.” She explained further and but Gilfred only kept silent,

“Those people will ask questions. Question that will remain unanswered. They will try to find out who and what did this to her. They would ask: ‘How could have the makers of this masterpiece could have succeeded? Sex-change is already known, but how could have they transferred an organ that is useful, and retained the original one, even if it was buried inside?’” she quoted, “My father’s company was destroyed because of the same problems. Japan’s government has its own villains, ready to strike anyone who’s more powerful than they are. Who could have imagined that my father’s work could attract the military? Not to mention other foreign governments who were interested with the project.”

Serena sighed heavily and cut off the long stems of the yellow roses. She then picked one of it and started pulling each petal,

“All my father wanted was to help…not only the government but as well as the public. He thought people could be more liberal and happier if they had options such as his creation. Some thought it was entirely impossible, but he succeeded, and now they wanted his creation.” Serena scoffed and continued, “the only ones who could do the operations were limited. Perfect scientist and researchers were selected, and luckily, I was one of them.” She proclaimed proudly enough, “The good part about it, is that, only the Tokigawas could hold this hidden research company. Because of that, many detested, and now we are forced to diminish the project, only, leaving us the trouble that those same persons who were successfully transplanted with their counterpart organs will die in exactly a decade…” Serena spoke sorrowfully and felt a great pang of guilt and regret.

“I am sorry for the ones who have died because of my father’s dreams. I also blame myself for this, because I know my father’s dream was also my dream. All this family has is guilt and hope. Guilt for the injustices we have created, and hope so that we could forget and move on,” she said and tried to swallow her pride and tears, “but then, some of the human experiments will come and beg for another operation because their present organs are decaying. They’re bleeding to death. They cough blood, their insides hurt and soon enough, it all becomes too late,” she whispered softly, “if I and the remaining loyal scientists of my father’s company cannot operate on these experiments, they will certainly die. The decaying organs must be removed, and the old ones must be revived…my last wish is to be able to help these people who were bold enough to volunteer their bodies for the project…if only that night didn’t happen,” Serena began to cry, “then mother and father could have been still alive—”

“Serena, stop it.” Gilfred whispered hoarsely and bent down to embrace Serena, “it’s all in the past, let’s just hope for the be—”

“That is the problem! The past is haunting the present! And with that there is no clear future for me and my sisters and for the rest of those people who became a part of this goddamned forsaken project!” Serena screamed sadistically and tore the soil with the scissors she was holding.

“Because of that project, my parents died and now my sisters and I are separated from our youngest! This was never part of my father’s ‘dream’! Never!”

She was quivering in fury and Gilfred had to hold her tight so she wouldn’t collapse on the ground. Serena couldn’t help it. She just had to let it all out, and saying it made it a bit better.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered hoarsely, drying away her tears by using the hem of her skirt and tucking her loose hair behind her ears.
She cleared her throat, stood up and fixed herself. She then looked at Gilfred seriously and said,

“I want to make sure that Yuki Eiri will not bother my sister—ever.”

With that, Gilfred nodded and stared at her,

“Post some spies around my sister. Don’t let her notice you. I also want her protected 24/7. Make sure of her security, and please,” she added before she turned away, “don’t fail this time.”


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“Shit, Eiri.” Mika began as she coughed again inside Yuki’s study room, “don’t you ever get out of this place? I can hardly see and I can hardly breathe.” She complained, a little too exaggerated,

“Then get out.” Yuki plainly suggested and continuously typed on his laptop.

For the past few months, Yuki Eiri’s reputation was growing more and more popular. He was able to concentrate on his work, enabling him to create numerous novels. He was the bestseller for the past five months and he wanted to retain that position for a long time.

From his e-mails, fans of his had been roaring their delight, and comments about his creations came pouring profusely. They kept saying about their favorite chapter on this certain book, or that they could relate to the character since they have been in the same condition before or presently.

Most of all, his fans would ask if ever one of those stories he had created were once his story as well.

“Are you free Saturday evening?” Mika asked out of the blue, carrying Yuki back to reality.

“Huh?” Yuki replied unconsciously without looking at his sister,

“Tohma and I have an extra ticket for the opera. We were wondering if you could come—that is if you’re busy.” She filed her nails thoroughly while she waited for her brother’s reply.

She was scanning Yuki’s place a while ago. When she entered the house, she noticed everything was clean once again. Before, when that little prick, Shindou Shuichi, lived in her brother’s place, everything looked like hell. One part of the condo was messy, the other, clean. It must be the division they had inside the house, she thought disgustingly.

How could have her brother stayed this long with such an insignificant brat? Most of all, why was he having a relationship with another man?
Doesn’t he have pretty ladies under his sleeve?
Weren’t they enough?

Back at Tokyo, famous elite and young beautiful women waited for him to wed them or engage them. Some would even do anything just to get linked with him.
It was the truth.
Yuki had become popular because of his romantic novels, plus considering their famous family background. He was the prefect package for a woman (and a man), and yet, he chose to live with a nineteen-year old rocker.

What did Shuichi had anyway?

Good sex skills?

Oh please, Mika thought nauseatingly, he couldn’t be that good, which made him so irresistible to her brother’s eyes.

But still… Yuki denied his feelings for the boy. Actually, as far as Mika knew, Yuki didn’t love the boy. He said so himself at the party. That must have been the ‘blow down’. It might have ticked something inside of Shuichi—and that finally made him leave her brother—which was all for the better…

Right?

“Yuki, have you eaten?” Mika asked, her eyes roving over the pile of beers on Yuki’s desk and inside the trashcan, which was also overflowed with cigars and more cans of beers.

“Mm.” Yuki groaned and continued typing,


Mika couldn’t stand to ‘stand’ in the middle of this smoky room with the smell of cigar and liquor. (Not that she doesn’t smoke or drink—not this excessively) She then turned her head towards her brother’s direction and asked,

“So, have you made up your mind?”

“What?”

“I was asking if you can go to the opera with me and Tohma.” She repeated, not surprised by the absence of his presence of mind,

“Since when did you ask that?” Yuki demanded irritatingly,

“Are you deaf? I just asked you a couple of seconds ago if you can come—we have an extra ticket.” She explained again, feeling exasperated with her redundant offer,

Yuki was still typing and staring at his laptop, but his mind was remembering the last time he was with Tohma. He felt sick and disgusted with himself from doing that, and he couldn’t bear to see Tohma’s face again.

“I can’t come.” He answered, thus making Mika’s forehead form a deep furrow,

“What?!” she exclaimed and slammed her palms on Yuki’s desk.

“Now look who’s deaf.” Yuki said sarcastically and chuckled.

“I have been waiting in this fucking nauseating place for thirty minutes, waiting for your permission and in the end, getting rejected.” She pointed icily, “Your ticket to this opera is free. Front seat, baby. And it’s just being handed to you like free air, and you don’t even want it—”

“Who the hell told you to wait for thirty minutes anyway?” Yuki shot back, looking at her sister with those cold viscous eyes, “how about, go to one of your fucking dicks and ask them if their time is available so the three of you could enjoy the show, how’s that? Sounds like a good plan to me.”

Mika stared at him with her jaw dropped and her eyes getting misty.

A nerve inside Yuki’s jaw reverberated spasmodically,

“Get out.” He simply said and turned his gaze back to his laptop.

“I am worried about you,” Mika started brokenly, “you haven’t gone out since your little punk left you, and you’ve been drinking and smoking endlessly—”

“I don’t think my issue if drinking and smoking is something new—”

“But you’re neglecting yourself! That is new!” Mika cut in and continued,
“You haven’t seen Tohma or me or Tetsuha except your fucking publisher or editor! What’s happening to you?” she asked, already crying.

Yuki looked at his sister’s wet face and pulled out his drawer and took out a pile of tissue and threw it at her.

“Wipe your face, you look disgusting.” He hissed and continued typing rapidly.

“I don’t care about how I look! I care about you!—”

“There’s no need to ‘care’ about me! I can take care of myself!” Yuki bellowed and slammed his fist on his desk.

“You can’t! Look at you, you look like you lost a million pounds, You’re not eating properly—”

“Why don’t you just leave?—”

“When was the last time you ate good food anyway?” she asked pitifully,

“None of your business, Mika. Now get out.”

“Is it since the last time Shinduo Shuichi was with you—”

“Shut up! What does he got to do with me anyway?—”

“Everything!”

A long uneasy silence swept the study room.

For the past few seconds, they were exchanging curses, rambling questions, giving unreasonable answers and now, one word finished their whole ordeal.

Yuki looked away from his sister and turned his gaze towards the glass window, trying to understand what was happening in this situation. He then closed his eyes in utter surrender and no doubt, defeat, and said,

“I’ll meet you at the opera at Saturday night. Now go.” He said in a low soft voice and swiftly left his study room, leaving an unhappy sister behind.

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“Good God, I thank you for letting us finish this forsaken album!” Fuji exhaled as he slumped against a swiveling chair inside the recording studio.

The place looked like a hurricane just swept in, but the recording went extremely well.

Shuichi was able to sing wonderfully, not to mention being able to record the last remaining five songs consecutively. No repetitions, just spontaneous good rock music.

Which everyone adored and startled.

Even Shuichi himself couldn’t believe he could concentrate this much.
He looked so serious for the whole afternoon, he almost forgot to take his lunch.

“You did a good job, Fujisaki.” Hiro complemented and took off the strap of his guitar around his waist.

“I’m so sleepy…” Shuichi moaned and pressed his forehead on the microphone for support. After singing so much today, Shuichi wished for a huge king-sized bed, ready to swallow him up wholly.

“Neh, Shuichi-san,” Fujisaki started, “why don’t you go home already?” he asked, “we’re finished anyway. You deserve a break.”

Shuichi sighed heavily. How could he go home? He’s got a date. With their Sponsor. A multi-billionaire. A handsome guy. Who has a crush on him. Who’s deliberately making him crazy.

Who’s most probably waiting for him downstairs right this damn minute!

“Oh my God! I forgot about the time!” Shuichi exclaimed and panicked.

“What do you mean?” Hiro asked

“Can anyone tell me what Mr. Mushimoto is doing inside the building?” K came in all of a sudden and surprising everyone with his announcement—most especially Shuichi.

“He’s already here?!” Shuichi exclaimed and panicked all the more, “where is he?” he asked nervously,

“Waiting at the lobby…with flowers.” K drawled, “I wonder why.” He added with his head forming a deep furrow.
Hiro closed his eyes in disbelief. As soon as Kei mentioned the flowers and heard Shuichi panicking, everything started to make sense, and the puzzles were fitting in.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Hiro looked at Shuichi unbelievingly and spoke in a frustrated tone,

“I wish I could, but isn’t his presence enough of a proof?” Shuichi countered, stumbling at every word, while trying to figure out what excuse to give.

“Where the hell are you two going anyway?” Hiro asked with his arms folded in front of his chest, as if imitating a father who was asking for the details of his daughter’s destination with ‘the date’.

K and Fujisaki finally understood when Hiro spoke that way. K was speechless, Fujisaki just shook his head in amazement,

“A-at the opera. You guys, you have to help me! I don’t have anything to wear.” Shuichi pointed and dropped to his knees,
“I can’t go to a freaking opera without a proper attire—and addition to that, I’m going with Seige Mushimoto. Seige Mushimoto. A multi-bill—”

“Alright, alright, you don’t have to tell us, we know,” K cut him off and walked towards him, “spare us the details later, but right now, you need an outfit.”

“Thank you for reminding me, K-san. You’re a big help.” Shuichi said sarcastically.

“Don’t worry, baka,” K started, “lucky for you, I still got Ryuichi’s old clothes in one of the dressing rooms inside this building.”

Everybody stared at K in unison.

“Are you joking us?” Shuichi demanded,

“No, I’m not. NITTLE GRASPER once recorded in this studio as well, if you can all remember,” he reminded them, “and sometimes, when the schedule doesn’t fit them, stylists would bring their clothes to the building already, so that there would be less trouble of having something good to wear.” K quickly took Shuichi’s wrist and headed for the elevator outside, leaving Hiro and Fujisaki behind.

“It’s a good thing we still have Ryuichi’s wardrobe in the building,” K shared and ignoring the fact that Shuichi’s eye were all big and teary, “he’s the same size as you are, so you won’t have any problem at all.” he added.

When they arrived two floors up, they got into the deserted level of the building.

“It looks creepy in here.” Shuichi whispered, rubbing his forearms, as if a cold wind passed by while watching the total darkness ahead of them.

“That’s because no one’s been here for a while. Of course, the maintenance makes sure that the place is clean, but they don’t touch the valuable stuffs.” K explained.

“Valuable stuffs?” Shuichi repeated.

“Like the clothes…and some jewelry.”

“Oh…um…are the clothes that important?” Shuichi asked wonderingly,

“Is the sun important to Superman?” K quoted with a chuckle.

By the time they got inside the dressing room, K opened a huge closet by taking out a remote control inside a drawer beside the lamp across the room.

K then pushed a small button, and automatically, the wall behind Shuichi started to open, exposing different kinds of clothes, from boots, sophisticated hats to expensive jewelry.

“Tohma has that in here?” Shuichi gasped in delight as he stared wide-eyed at the mini mall displayed in front of him.

“He wanted to keep it for remembrance. He is part of the NITTLE GRASPER after all.” K briefly reasoned and started searching inside the closet.

“What are you looking for anyway?” Shuichi asked, “any ordinary tuxedo would be fine by me.” He said and watched his manager continuously throwing all the clothes he didn’t approve of.

“Are these all Ryuichi’s?” Shuichi asked, intrigued, as he watched the outfits K carellsly trashed behind him,

Good Lord—I think that’s the glittery blue tank top Ryuichi-san wore at their second concert when they started NITTLE GRASPER…Wait, is that the one he wore at Tokyo Bay?!

Shuichi kept remembering all NITTLE GRASPERS’s performances with all the memorabilia sprawled on the floor. He kept hugging all the clothes Ryuichi wore when K’s head suddenly popped out from the closet with a handful of clothes.

“This should do the trick.” He stated confidently,

“What trick?” and before Shuichi could ask any further, K tossed the clothes to his face and said,

“Don’t waste time. Your date has been waiting for you downstairs for quite a while. You don’t wanna be late at the opera, do you?” he asked, looking so supportive. (Or maybe because Seige was their sponsor and Shuichi could be the key to a good deal)

Shuichi smiled warmly at his manager and stood up and nodded his head. He rushed towards the screen and started pulling off all his clothes and fitting in the pants and the top K just handed him.

The top he was wearing had a square neckline that exposed enough flesh to make a lady faint. Although its color was royal blue, it didn’t have any ruffles or sequins or whatsoever, but the fitting was just right. It ended right below his waist and it followed Shuichi’s curves. Its long fitted sleeves ended at his palms, which had a sexy twist in it. It came to Shuichi that this top was made to look gorgeous and outstanding from everyone else. It was simple yet extravagant. It was ordinary but unique.

Shuichi couldn’t describe it in words, but it looked just like that.

His pants were colored brown and the texture was different. It felt a bit like fur—probably velvet and he noticed it was a hipster.

The top and the pants combined looked exquisite. It had a feminine touch in it, yet the sensuality of the manliness inside the outfit was exemplified.

Shuichi stared at himself at the mirror behind the screen. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He just couldn’t believe that such an outfit could change the whole look of a person.

“Both pants and top was made by Ryuichi’s favorite stylist. He wanted to wear that at their last concert and decided not to,” K said all of a sudden, his arm resting at the end of the screen while scanning Shuichi’s new look, “he said he felt like that outfit isn’t right for the concert…like he was saying it was meant for something else.” He added and straightened himself.

“Isn’t that a bit superstitious?” Shuichi asked, turning around, trying to see what he looked like from behind.

“Nah,” K negated, “Ryuichi has those certain ‘vibes’ no one could explain. I guess now I can understand what he meant about that outfit being meant for something else.”

“Not you too.” Shuichi wailed and shook his head.

K looked at Shuichi and shook his head in disapproval,

“This can’t be right.”

“What?”

“Something’s missing.” K quickly went back to the closet and picked up a few more things.

When he got back, he had a black leather choker and some heeled black shoes.

“Wear these.” He said and handed it in front of Shuichi.

K helped him fasten the leather choker, and when Shuichi stared at himself in front of the mirror, he gasped.

“Is that a ruby?” Shuichi asked in awe.

“Damn right it is.”

“I can’t wear this,” Shuichi said, beginning to take off such an expensive jewelry.

“No, no, you have to wear that.” K persisted, “it adds as an accent to your outfit—”

“Oh please!—”

Suddenly, both men heard the door crackling from afar, and a shadow slowly walked towards them,

“Can somebody explain to me what’s going on in—oh my God…” Hiro trailed off, seeing his best friend dressed in some godly attire.

”Whatthehellareyouwearing?!” Hiro shouted rapidly in one breathing,

“It’s called the outfit from sexland.” Shuichi said flatly and started putting on the pair of shoes.

“K!” Hiro began accusingly, “what did you do to him?” he demanded, blaming him for this absurdness.

“Just a little make-over.”

“‘A little’?” Hiro drawled out and gazed at Shuichi from head to toe.

“You’re like a—a sophisticated pornstar!” Hiro gasped horrifyingly.

“I know.” Shuichi said and smiled widely at himself in front of the mirror, “But I think sexgod would be much preferable.” He added, “Isn’t this cool?” he asked, admiring his whole look in front of the mirror,

“Sure, but I don’t think your date is going to appreciate this after making him wait for you for half an hour—”

“Oh shit! I forgot about Seige!” Shuichi shouted worriedly,

“Could you have at least worn something more conservative? And to think that you’re wearing that because of ‘the date’.” Hiro lectured and shook his head in disapproval,

“Hiro, you are not my father.” Shuichi pointed, “Anyway, I have to go, I have to go!” he chanted repetitively, scurrying towards elevator

After descending upon a flight of stairs for five minutes and feeling that he was actually really Cinderella—minus the big blue ball-gown, Hiro was proved wrong when he said Seige wouldn’t appreciate Shuichi’s appearance.

“Hi…” Shuichi began shyly and blushed when he saw Seige looking so superbly handsome in his white tuxedo and black tie.

Seige was still caught in a daze from staring at such a handsome boy.

“Is that for me?” Shuichi asked, pointing at the bouquet of blue roses from Seige’s hands.

“…” Seige opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, he then blinked his eyes about three of four times and finally got his thoughts back to reality and started, “uh, oh, well—yes! Yes, um, it’s yours.” He smiled, showing off that adorable dimple that made him such a handsome devil.

“Thank you.” Shuichi said, taking the roses from his hand.

There was a short pause of silence when it was finally broken by K’s voice.

“Well it’s getting late. You lovebirds go ahead and have a jolly night.” He teased with such a corny choice of words.

He pushed both men towards the door,

“Shuichi, make sure you don’t stay up too long tonight if you both—er—I mean to say, if you both have ‘fun’, make sure you make it on time tomorrow morning…we still need to finish a couple of songs.”

Shuichi didn’t know who was more mortified, him or Seige?

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By the time Shuichi and Seige were outside the building, Seige was having a hard time opening a nice, normal conversation because of the sweet tension accumulating between them. Combined with Shuichi’s good looks, he really didn’t know if he could say something.

“Sorry bout that…” Shuichi started, deciding that if Seige wouldn’t start the conversation, then he would, “K can be very …blunt… sometimes.” he apologized and Seige just grinned.

“That’s okay…” Seige replied and began guiding Shuichi towards their transportation.

Shuichi smiled in relief and thought about a good topic for their conversation,

“So…you like operas?” Shuichi asked, feeling shy at the moment, like he was thirteen years old again, dating a girl from school.

“Absolutely.” Seige nodded, “I know it sounds strange but, but I like its effect on me.” He shared.

“Ah,” Shuichi uttered and was a bit surprised when Seige offered his arm for him.

“People can see.” Shuichi whispered, resenting to take his arm,

“So?” he rebutted, trying to memorize this moment, the way Shuichi looks, how wonderful he smelled when he leaned close to him.

“But…I mean…” Shuichi stopped short when they saw the vehicle they were riding.

“Seige,” Shuichi began, “I know you’re freaking rich but, do you really have to bring a Rolls Royce as for our transportation towards the opera?” he asked wide-eyed.

“Don’t you want to arrive in style?” Seige teased, opening the door for Shuichi.

Shuichi smiled widely at Seige and bit his lower lip, he tapped his hand on the car and replied gleefully,

“You have a point.” Seige laughed heartily as Shuichi lowered himself to get inside.

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When they arrived at the opera, a few dozen limousines were lined up behind them and some with luxurious and foreign cars (like what Seige has). Shuichi felt a bit conscious when he realized they were supposed to step on the ‘red carpet’. Hundreds of reporters were hauled up at the sides, waiting for the famous persons, celebrities, style icons to come and walk by.

When Seige got out of the car, a lot of reporters began buzzing about him, cameras flashing here and there, as if this was the only moment they can take a picture of Seige Mushimoto.

“Isn’t he the guy who owns a music company in LA?” one of the reporters asked,

“I heard that he’s here to sponsor a band, I wonder which one among all candidates.” The other reporter said,

Seige was already outside the car, and it was Shuichi’s turn to come out.
Shuichi had to take several deep breaths before he stepped on that bloody carpet.

And when he did, a series of low whispers and loud gasps filled the air.

“Whoa! It’s Shindou Shuichi! The scandalous vocalist from BAD LUCK!” one of them shouted.

Shuichi could feel his knees buckling up. The word ‘scandalous’ really hit him hard. Was that really the way people see him? Especially his fans?

Seige could notice his tensed look. If the reporter, who just spoke that criticism was right beside them, he knew he could’ve punched him.

“Don’t mind them,” he whispered, taking Shuichi’s hand and squeezing it, “they can’t come near you.” He added for comfort and smiled warmly at Shuichi.

Shuichi appreciated the gesture, but some people didn’t think of the same way.

“Isn’t he in a relationship with Yuki Eiri? The famous novelist?”

Shuichi stopped short and Seige had to nudge Shuichi forward so no one would notice,

“No, you idiot, they broke up. Mushimoto must be the ‘new’ guy.” The other mentioned, making Shuichi feel like he was some sort of playboy.

Shuichi was thankful when they got inside the opera. No more flashing cameras, better yet, no more low whispers.

“Who is Yuki Eiri.”

Shuichi was startled when Seige spoke. He noticed that Seige’s composure looked so rigid all of a sudden. He looked very serious now, and his statement wasn’t a question,

It was more like of an order

“…a…” Shuichi was uneasily looking for the right word, “…a fling.” Shuichi finished and followed Seige who was walking towards an elegant, carpeted staircase.
“Ex-boyfriend?” he asked, not looking overly concerned, but a bit curious.

“S-sort of.”

As of right now, Suichi had this gut-feeling that this night wasn’t going to be as pretty as he thought it might be.

When they got upstairs, Seige was suddenly attacked by a swarm of old talkative men and women.
Most of them were well-known entrepreneurs, some were rich famous people.

And Shuichi felt a bit awkward being in this kind of place. Like he wasn’t one of them

Like the time in Yuki Eiri’s father’s party…


Get a hold of yourself Shuichi, don’t be caught up with the past! He scolded himself and lowered his head down.

The moment Seige left his side, he felt like his whole support just went down.

But when Seige came back, everything went alive again,

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked, sounding so gentle out of the blue, “you look pale—have you eaten?”

Shuichi almost laughed at his sudden change of personality.

“How do you do that?” Shuichi asked, folding his arms across his chest, with a sly smile on his face.

“Pardon?”

“That sudden change of look. One moment you’re so serious, the next you look so—so…well, soft.” Shuichi continued, feeling the hotness growing in his cheeks.

“Soft? Me?” Seige repeated, sounding like a teaser, “I’d like to hear that from my
acquaintances.” He added and chuckled softly.

‘Why? Are you really that mean?” Shuichi asked curiously.

“Hmm…sometimes.”

“No way.”

“Yes way.”
“But that’s impossible—you’re so sweet. I can hardly picture you being such a bastard in front of someone.”

Seige laughed at Shuichi’s statement. This kid could be so naïve.

“You’d be surprised if you’ll see me back at L.A., shouting at my associates almost every day.” He shared, remembering those moments when people inside his company can’t comply with his orders and rules.

But Seige didn’t expect Shuichi to be so silent after what he said,

“Did I say something wrong?” he asked, looking puzzled.

“You’re mean.”

Shuichi whispered, which was more like of a statement.

Seige watched Shuichi left his side.

He watched the boy moving towards the balcony, watching the other people come in with all those pretentiousness painted all over their faces.

He was trying to decipher why Shuichi reacted strangely about the truth of his demeanor at work.
Perhaps it was because the boy didn’t approve of their ‘influential society’.

But he should know better than that, Seige thought.

In this harsh world, it’s hard not to be ‘mean’. You have to take charge.

Shuichi obviously isn’t one of them.

But then again, his reaction might have been drawn by a different kind of reason.

Maybe…just maybe…the same man whom everybody refers Shuichi to might be the very root of Shuichi’s uneasiness.

“It’s the truth. That’s me. I can’t change that.” Seige spoke from behind, but Shuichi didn’t bother to turn around.

“Do you fire a lot of employees?”

“What?”

“I said do you exterminate people who displeases you.” Shuichi said, his back leaning against the balcony, using his elbows for support with that crazy sexy pose he was showing.

“Yes, I do.” Seige said, coming closer to him.

Shuichi wasn’t moving, and then he said,

“But that’s too mean…you have to give other people some chance.” he reasoned out.

“There’s no second chance with me.”

“But that’s unfair.”

“But that’s the way I like it.” Seige persisted, his face a few inches from Shuichi,

“No.” Shuichi firmly said, turning around, purposefully avoiding Seige’s face.

Seige was stunt. He was surprised after all. He never thought kids these days could be so sensitive. And so naïve. Don’t they know anything about responsibility?

“So tell me,” Seige started, “what do you think you should do in my position if you encounter slackers in your business.” He asked.

Shuichi turned around to look at him. He stared at the wall behind Seige to think clearly (since he can’t concentrate when he looks at Seige in the eyes) and thought about his answer.

“I’d talk to them. Give them a warning—at least they still have a chance.” He said, “and in a addition to that, my employees will remain loyal to me and more diligent from then on.” He finished confidently.

“Not all people are nice Shuichi.”

“So I noticed.” He replied sarcastically.

“Are you hating me because I’m not nice?” Seige challenged with a smile.

“Not hate. Hate is such a powerful word. Let’s use ‘annoyed’.” he suggested and Seige chuckled,

“Okay…you’re annoyed with me because I just shared with you the way the system of my business goes…I can accept that, but you’ll have to endure with me if you don’t like me that much.”

Shuichi’s forehead crumpled, “What makes you say that?”

Seige came closer to Shuichi, his arms imprisoning him against the balcony, holding the balustrade and entrapping him inside, and suddenly leaning close to his ear,

“Because you’re attracted to me, and I to you.”

Shuichi opened his mouth to protest but he was silenced with a fierce kiss.
By the time Seige finished his kiss, Shuichi’s lips were swollen and red.

“You are an arrogant stubborn ass.” Shuichi decided, while deliberately wiping the sweet juice they just shared from their mouths.

“So they tell me.” Seige said, leaning again towards Shuichi for another hungry kiss, “I like it when you look so flushed…you’re so cute…and adorable…and so…” he broke off, tugging Shuichi’s lower lip, licking it and sucking it, “so…lovable.” He finished, ravishing Shuichi with his intoxicating tongue that has been lingering inside Shuichi’s mouth over and over again.

But unfortunately for Siege, their kiss ended when they overheard two women talking about some famous ‘hot’ bachelor,

“Have you heard? Yuki Eiri is just below the stairs with his sister and the owner of NG Company?”

The blood in Shuichi’s face drained and he felt his heart skipped a beat just to know Yuki was around him.

“Honestly,” Seige started in a strained, pissed tone, “what the hell happened between you and—”

Before Seige could go on, Shuichi’s face saddened and his shoulders slumped.
“Hey…” Seige said worriedly, “what’s going on? I’m sorry about—”

“That bastard hurt me a lot.” Shuichi said, turning around so his back would face Seige instead.

Shuichi hid his watery eyes as he spoke in a simple finality, “that’s all.”

Seige realized right then and there that Shuichi still loved his ex-lover. For Christsake, the boy was crying. Something terribly wrong must’ve happened between them. Tears like those don’t come around caused by something simple.

Shuichi and that Yu-someone’s break-up must have torn Shuichi apart.

“He’s an ass for hurting you.” Seige thought bitterly while caressing Shuichi’s cheeks from behind.

“I agree.”

This night isn’t really going well, Seige thought. He should take Shuichi somewhere else, somewhere away from the opera so Shuichi wouldn’t see his ex, most especially so that Seige could restrain himself from punching the bastard right in the nose.

“There’s this really nice restaurant I found yesterday,” he started, calling Shuichi’s attention, “if you want, we can run away and—”

“Mr. Mushimoto?”

Both Shuichi and Seige turned around, facing that deep sophisticated voice, and finding a tall figure standing right before them.

“Serena?” Shuichi gasped, looking all startled and blushing completely since Seige’s hands were still around his waist.

“Hello.” Serena said, not hiding the smile that curved up on her face when she found Shuichi with Seige.

Again, she astounded Shuichi with her goddess-like features. She wore an olive halter gown with one slit at the side. Her stilettos were embellished with black flowery designs made out of precious gems. Two red gems in a form of a rose were worn for her ears, which complimented the whole look. Added to that, she held a black clutch and had her hair in a tight elegant bun.

To put it in simpler words, her outfit was just magnificently stunning.

“Ms. Tokigawa,” Seige started, sounding so serious and composed all of a sudden, “what a surprise.” He simply uttered.

“Indeed.” Serena said which made Shuichi all the more puzzled.

“So you two know each other?” Shuichi asked curiously.

“Of course,” Serena replied, offering the answer to Shuichi’s question, “the Mushimotos were once the spouses of the Tokigawas.”

“What?!” Shuichi exclaimed, looking horrified by the news.

“It was a long time ago.” Seige said, correcting Serena, “the tradition of these arranged
marriages were broken after our grandparents.” He explained, calming Shuichi down.

Shuichi didn’t want to look so concern, but he can’t deny that he felt a little spark of jealousy inside of him…

Wait a second—was Seige Mushimoto supposedly betrothed to Serena Tokigawa?

“Are you guys betrothed before?” Shuichi gasped.

Serena gave out a delightful laughter and smiled widely,

“Oh no, not to me,” she said, pausing and looking affectedly hurt out of the blue.

Serena realized that she addled her ‘audience’ and immediately withdrew her gloomy expression,

“Seige was betrothed to my sister.” She continued, looking pleased with her statement.

“Which one?” Shuichi asked, half-curios and half-devastated.

“Sa—”

Serena caught her tongue before she could go on, she changed her answer instead,

“The lost one.”

Shuichi couldn’t comply with the conversation. But he understood that whoever that girl was, she was either deceased or literally lost.

There was a little pause between the three of them, but Shuichi hastily broke it.

“She must be a very lovely lady.” He said.

Serena’s face lightened, gazing at Shuichi’s angelic facial features.

“She is.”

Seige didn’t like this conversation. He quickly changed the topic and hurriedly planned to take Shuichi away from this place.

“So, what brings you to the opera?” Seige asked while thinking of the next few lines he has to say so that he and Shuichi could get out.

“I like the opera,” Serena simply answered and beamed at Shuichi, “I find the atmosphere so relaxing when I’m listening to the performers’ voices.” She added.

“That’s nice.” Shuichi nodded and Seige sighed heavily at this fixed situation.

“And how about you, Seige,” Serena pointed, “what are you doing here?” she asked frankly, ignoring the fact that Shuichi began to blush violently.

“I’m dating Mr. Shindou Shuichi. Isn’t that obvious?” he answered flatly without a small hint of embarrassment.

Serena just had to admire Seige’s determination. He was confident in everything he does, and when he wants something, he immediately finds a way to take it. Not caring whoever or whatever is affected, and diminishing anything in his way.

A personality which is both scary and completely admirable.

“No need to be so testy,” she said, “I was just curious.”
“And since I have answered your question,” Seige began, “if you’ll excuse us, Mr. Shindou Shuichi and I will be leaving the opera and—”

Seige’s statement was cut off by a series of low whispers and loud gasps. And all of it came from a crowd of women passing their way,

“We must hurry ladies!” one of them spoke, “Yuki Eiri is inside the opera!” she added and the other said something,

“I heard his lover is here as well.”

“Who?” one of them asked.

“Shindou Shuichi—the rocker.”

“A rocker inside an opera?” one of them said ironically.

“And he’s got a date—guess who.” Another began,

“Cut the suspense, just tell us.”

“A famous wealthy man from LA. My mother told me he was a multi-billionaire. He’s got a music company, three networks and so many other business ventures all over Europe and North America.”

“My God! I think he’s beyond wealthy.”

“Tell me about it,” the voice drawled out, “but what’s more surprising is that Shindou Shuichi is dating him—that boy is so lucky, not to mention devious.”

“Homosexuals?” another commented,

“It’s the new trend. Almost every urbanized man and woman is ‘in’ it—”

“I’m not ‘in’ it—”

“But they are.” said the other one.

“So?” Seige spoke, loud enough to be heard a few meters away, playing with Shuichi’s palm, who on the other hand was about to burst in loud hysteria.

The ladies were caught in a surprise and automatically felt annoyed by the aloof man who just spoke, and in a few seconds, realized, that that man is ‘the Segie Mushimoto’.

The flock of ladies left in silence as they passed three famous people who were amused by their juicy gossips.

“Sluts.” Serena muttered and raised an eyebrow.

Shuichi was too humiliated tonight. He was staring at his shoes and wished that the ground beneath them would open up and swallow him whole, at least the dirt could cover his eyes and ears.

“Come on.” Seige whispered taking Shuichi’s arm.

“You know what,” Serena began, “I think I’ll leave this opera as well. I can’t stand to see those faces again.” She said, accompanying both men walking down the curvy staircases.

“Shindou-san.”

A male voice spoke, a few stairs before Shuichi, and getting his attention,

“What are you doing here?” Tohma Seguchi asked, looking at Shuichi who was entwined in Seige Mushimoto’s right arm.

Shuichi stopped short with their encounter.

“Uh…I-I, well—”

“Don’t you have a recording session tonight?” Tohma asked, looking at Seige, and then at Shuichi.

“They just finished.” Serena spoke, walking in front of Seige and Shuichi, and confronting this blonde man, “Is there something with that?”

Tohma was about to say something to rebut. He was completely muted when he realized he was standing in front of Serena Tokigawa, one of the world’s richest entrepreneurs, not to mention her famous position as a famous research scientist.

“Pardon.” Was all Tohma could say,

But Shuichi noticed that there was someone else behind Tohma.

Someone he feared to see after these long tormenting months.

“Shuichi…?” Yuki spoke softly, looking at his youthful handsome lover. Ex-lover.

Yuki was completely mesmerized with Shuichi’s look tonight. He noticed that the clothing Shuichi wore fitted him perfectly, also the way his hairdo framed his sweet angelic face—and he loved the way Shuichi’s top hugged around his gentle curves.

Seige, on the other hand, didn’t love the way Yuki was looking at Shuichi.
“Hello,” Seige spoke, out of the blue and holding out his hand, “you must be Yuki Eiri, glad to meet you.”

Yuki stared at the man’s hand and slowly brought his look to the man’s face. Yuki then shifted his gaze towards Shuichi, his eyes falling instantly on an arm tightly, not to mention possessively, wrapped around Shuichi’s small waist.

Shuichi was expecting an outburst, but Yuki didn’t utter a word. He just stared at the pair for a few seconds and slowly passed by them.

“Excuse me.” Shuichi was starting to tremble vigorously as he pushed his way down the stairs, leaving curious and concerned faces behind.


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Shuichi couldn’t bear what he saw in Yuki’s eyes. It was both inconsiderate and unmoved. It was like he wasn’t there and Yuki didn’t care.

Was he that cold that he didn’t even feel the slightest touch of jealousy?

Not that Shuichi wanted Yuki to be jealous, but why wasn’t he the least affected?

Shuichi couldn’t understand him. He couldn’t see anything either, because his eyes were being blocked by hot streaming tears.

He was already outside the opera when Seige caught him from behind,
“Shuichi…” his deep soft voice spoke, searching for those eyes hidden beneath a shadowed face.

“I’m so sorry,” Shuichi stated, looking up at Seige, “I really wanted to be with you tonight, I never expected these things to happen, I-I—”

“It’s okay.” Seige said, caressing the sweet boy’s face, “I don’t mind.”

“But I do!” Shuichi stomped.

“Well what do you want me to do? Do you want me to go back inside and beat the crap out of your blonde boyfriend?”

“Ex-boyfriend.”

“Whatever.”

What happened next was unexpected. Shuichi laughed, starting off in a little tune, which slowly turned into a guffaw.

Seige’s forehead was in a deep furrow while he tried not to laugh himself,

“You are a disturbed young man.” He stated, folding his arms across his chest.

Shuichi was still laughing, and by the time he finished, Seige pulled him closer.

“Would you like to go somewhere?” he asked, no more than a whisper, “I know this place downtown where nobody goes and—”

“Seige…” Shuichi cut him off in a familiar sad tone that Seige already understood before Shuichi could even say his thoughts, “…I’m tired…will you take me home?”

Seige sighed heavily and suddenly crushed his mouth towards Shuichi and pulled himself off quickly before Shuichi could even protest,

“You are so lucky I like you a lot.” He muttered, making the young handsome man beside him chuckle.


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On his way home, Shuichi already thought about the things he was supposed to do. He was going to water his plants, put on a facial mask (hey, he’s a rocker now, he needs good skin), take a hot shower and a hot bath, with lot’s of bubbles, Shuichi took noted in his mind and decided to have some wine to calm his body.

When Seige’s car pulled over, Shuichi was still inside with Seige.

Shuichi knew he ruined their night. It was like an unspoken truth, and he promised to himself that he was going to make up for that.

Rather than waiting for Seige to kiss him goodbye, Shuichi leaned over to Seige and kissed the man thoroughly.

“Bye…thanks for the ride.”

Shuichi got off before Seige could take hold of his waist.

Shuichi literally ran towards his new apartment and waved goodbye to Seige.

Seige, for the twentieth time since he met Shindou Shuichi, sighed deeply and leaned his head on the car seat where he spoke to his driver, “Back to the hotel.” He ordered.
aAnd while he watched his soon-to-be-koibito open the door to his apartment, a soft confident phrase came out of his mouth,

“Until then.”