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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:� It is one shocking revelation after another.

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

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A/N:�
Like my other stuff, this was out previously.� Hope you guys enjoy it.� Thank you Acherona, RRW, sun�s and stars, Toumoya for your reviews. �Thank you to those of you who placed me on
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Chapter
6:� Tohma�s Big News

The study was shrouded in shadow.� The shades were closed.� The blackout curtains drawn.� The sound of traffic and chatter filtered
into the room from the open window.� The
air stank with the scent of stale cigarette smoke.

A wisp of smoke shot into the air and the butt was
crushed out in the ashtray along with its brethren.� The man then sighed and raked his fingers
through his hair.� Clasping his hands
behind his head, he stretched out on the sofa in his study and stared blankly
at the ceiling.� The sudden shrill
ringing of the phone erupted through the house.�
His gaze flicked to the extension on the desk, but otherwise he ignored
it.

He had been an hour late to his meeting this morning
with his agent and to say the least, Kanna had been just a wee bit ticked.� She quickly forgave him when he presented his
latest novel to her, a week early.� �Don't get used to it,� he warned.� What she had not been too pleased about was
his request to reschedule the interview he had for next weekend.� �I'll
see what I can do, Mr. Yuki, but I'm not promising anything,� she told
him.� Getting her to agree to reschedule
the interview was easier than he thought it would be.� Usually, she would lay a heavy guilt trip on
him to try to get him to recant, but this time he was the one who plastered her
with a thick guilt trip and then sprinkled just a little blackmail onto the
mix.� Seeing as he had not been consulted
when she arranged the meeting in the first place, he figured she owed him.

Dropping his hands, Eiri sat up and swung his legs to
the floor.� He rubbed his hands over his
face, dreading having to leave the relative coolness of the study.

When he returned from the meeting, he learned that his
air conditioner had broken down.� Instead
of taking the ancient piece of crap in to be repaired, he decided to just toss
it out and get a new one.� A quick search
on the internet and he had a new one that was going to be delivered and
installed sometime tomorrow afternoon.�
Until then, he was hiding out in the study, which was the coolest room
in the house.� It would have been easier
to just take his sorry, lazy ass to the store and purchase one.� That way, he would have his blessed AC in a
matter of hours instead of being forced to wait.

Standing up, he stepped out of his study and into the
hallway.� The humidity hit him like a
slap upside the head.� Eiri immediately
started sweating.� He swore it was cooler
outside than it was inside his apartment.�
Maybe he should just look into moving.�
Preferably an apartment with central air.

As he walked into the kitchen, propping open the door
on the way, he noticed the light on the answering machine was blinking.� He pressed the play button as he veered
straight to the fridge for a beer.

�You have one new message.� Message one.�
Friday, July 1, two-forty-five pm,� the mechanical voice stated.� There was a beep and a familiar voice filled
the kitchen.� �Hey, Yuki.� I called Mr. Takabayashi and it's a no
go.� He said next Saturday at
three-thirty or nothing.� Give me a
call.� Bye.�� There was another beep, then silence.

Eiri leaned against the counter and popped open the
top of his beer.� So he had to choose,
huh?� Either being thrown to the wolves
or spend the evening with Satan.� Hm.� That was a hard decision.� He took a long swig of his beer, deep in
thought.

Mr. Yusuke Takabayashi was one of the most respected
people in the business.� Apparently, not
just anybody was given the chance to sit down with him.� He was �The Man�.� Well, whoop-dee-freaking-doo.� He felt so honored.� You must excuse him if he did not leap for
joy.� Bad knees, you know.� Eiri would prefer not to have this bozo pry
into his affairs but it was better than visiting his spawn of the devil father,
whose only purpose in having a family dinner was to pester him about his
so-called �responsibility to the family�.�
Meaning, finding a wife and producing an heir.� Whatever.�
If his father wanted an heir so badly, he could produce his own.

��

A picture of a small, lithe boy with spiky pink hair
and intense violet eye flashed through his mind.� Shaking his head, Eiri pushed away from the
counter and dumped his nearly untouched beer down the drain before exiting the
kitchen.� As he passed the phone, it
rang.� Again, he ignored it.

In his study, he grabbed his wallet, sunglasses and
keys.� The answering machine was just
clicking on when he stepped into the hall.

�Eiri,� snapped a female voice.� �Eiri, I know you're there!� Pick up!�

Eiri snorted and slipped into his shoes by the front
door.� �Not in this lifetime,� he
muttered.

�Fine, be that way, but Father wanted me to remind you
about dinner next week.� Six sharp.� Be there.��
The sound of buzzing filled the apartment before a beep was heard.

It really was a shame he would not be attending the prestigious family dinner.� He would be, unfortunately, in Tokyo all weekend.� Damn!�
And he had so wanted to see
and spend some time with his dear ol' father.

He, actually, had no plans of going to visit his
father until he gave up on this marriage crap.�
This was his life and he was going to live it the way he damn well
wanted.

Eiri stormed out of the apartment, shutting and
locking the door behind him.

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Hiro had no idea why Tohma Seguchi decided to have
this meeting with the members of Nittle Grasper and Bad Luck and in a gay
nightclub of all places.� There must be
other, better, locations for a meeting.

He leaned against the wall and studied the others.

Tatsuha, who had driven both Ryuichi and Shuichi, had his
arm around his boyfriend's shoulders.�
The two of them snuggled together on the couch, talking to a very
pregnant Noriko besides them.� Suguru was
sitting in one armchair and Shuichi was in the other.� The lead singer had a vacant, far away look
on his face.� He was staring blankly at
the floor with a frown on his face.� The
man of the hour stood in the doorway of the private VIP room with a smile on
his face.� The only person not present
was Yuji.� He was supposed to have come
so they could go directly to L8r Records for their meetings, but unfortunately,
his brother was not feeling well and had to bail out on the whole affair.� Hiro only hoped that Ryuichi agreed to come
otherwise they were screwed.

��

Tohma cleared his throat, calling them to attention.� Immediately, silence descended upon the room
and all eyes turned towards the small man in his black bowl hat.� Hiro had always been in awe of the way Tohma
could command an audience like that.�
�Thank you all for coming.�

�What's this about, Tohma?� Noriko asked her fellow
keyboardist with a hand on her swollen stomach.

�Is this gonna take long?� Suguru asked his
cousin.� �Cause we have a meeting-�

�That's why I called this meeting,� Tohma explained.

Hiro and Suguru exchanged mystified glances.� Hiro turned towards Shuichi but the pink
haired singer was still off in his own world.�
It appeared as if he were not even paying attention to anything going on
around him.� Hiro frowned and caught
Suguru's questioning glance, who could only shrug in answer. �Hiro had no idea what was wrong with his
friend, but whatever it was, he had better snap out of it.

�That makes no sense, Tohma,� Ryuichi said, bringing
the two boys back to the present.

�Patience, Ryu,� Tohma told his friend.� He glanced around at the others, studying
each one.� �I'm sure you heard the rumors
about the trouble L8r Records has been facing these past few months.�

While the others glanced at one another in confusion,
Suguru searched his brain.� He could
remember hearing something about the record company, but he could not quite
remember what.� �Was it�Did it have
something to do with�management, or something?��
He scratched his head in confusion.

�Something like that.�

Apparently, the current L8r Records president staged a
coup with the help of some key board members.�
But not all of the artists signed onto what had been the hottest record
label in Japan
at one point were satisfied with the change in leadership.� So, one by one, L8r Records� top artists all
began to leave.� Without the revenue of
those big moneymakers, the record company began to sink faster than the
Titanic.� It was only with the help of
Nittle Grasper, who decided to remain steadfastly loyal to the only record
company that had decided to take a chance on a bunch of no name nobodies all of
those years ago, that L8r Records had been able to stay afloat for as long as
they have.� But that did not stop the
flood of other artists from jumping ship.�
To help the record company stay buoyant, Mr. Kiaki Matsusaki decided to
hire some fresh new faces, but Tohma had his doubts.� Just bringing in some new blood was not going
to help the record company.� They needed
more money than they had in order to produce these news artists.� They would be spending more money then they
were bringing in.� If something did not
change, L8r Records would close their doors for good in a matter of months and
that was not something Tohma would allow.�
He, Ryuichi and Noriko worked too long and too hard to see it all circle
the drain now.� Yes, any record company
would be ready and willing to take them on.�
Any demands they made would be granted just so that company could get
them on their label, but that was not what Tohma wanted.� No, he decided it was time for Nittle Grasper
to break away and put their future in their own hands.

��

�All morning I was in a meeting with the various board
members and investors and as of two-thirty this afternoon, L8r Records has
officially become known as NG Productions, under the direct control of Nittle
Grasper,� Tohma told them.

Blank faces stared back at him.� Expressions of disbelief filled the room.

�Yeah, right,� Noriko laughed.� �You bought L8r Records� and in one day.�

�I did.�

Noriko's laughter stopped short, like a switch had
been flicked.� �A-are you serious?� she
asked in disbelief.� �You��

�We are now in direct control of our careers.� We can make the music we've always wanted to
make, without having the suits breathing down our neck.�

Ryuichi jumped up from the couch with a cry and bounded
over towards his friend.� Laughing, he
flung himself at Tohma, hugging him.�
�That's great Tohma!�
Congratulations!�

Tohma patted Ryuichi's back.� �Thank you, Ryu.�

The others crowded around the new CEO, echoing
Ryuichi's sentiments.� They all talked at
once, wanting to know every detail, smiling and laughing, but Noriko stared at
the group, frowning.� It was not as if
she was not happy for her friend.� Just
the opposite, she was ecstatic.� This was
something they had been striving for forever since they were signed, but
still.� �Tohma,� she called softly.� �What're you trying to pull?�

Tohma smiled at her.�
�I am not trying to pull anything, Noriko.�

�If Tohma wouldn't have bought out your record
company, you guys would be out of a job,� Suguru told the older woman.

�Is that true?� Ryuichi asked Tohma in surprise,
hanging from the man's neck.

�So, it seems,� Tohma told him.

�So,� Noriko said as she gritted her teeth and pushing
herself up off the couch with a stop and go movement, �you think you can do for
the company what Mr. Matsusaki and the others could not?�

�Yes, I do.�

Noriko studied Tohma as she waddled her way across the
room.� What she saw was confidence and
determination.� It reassured her and
soothed her doubts.� �I'm counting on
you, Tohma.�

As the conversation flowed around him, Hiro was
suddenly hit with a realization.� If
Tohma Seguchi bought out L8r Records and was the new CEO, that meant the
contract the old CEO offered them just last night was no longer valid.� Disappointment flooded through Hiro.� He grabbed Suguru's arm.

�Hiro, what-?�

He steered the younger man away from the gathered
group towards where Shuichi still sat on the couch.

�Hiro, what's wrong?�

��

Shuichi looked up and watched his two friends with a
blank look.

�Don't you understand?�
Tohma bought out L8R Records, right?�

�Yeah, we all just heard him.�

Hiro was exasperated that his friends were this
thick.� �And that means that the people
we talked to last night are no longer employed at the record company.� �He stared down at Shuichi.� The pink haired singer was looking at him,
but Hiro was not sure if he actually heard him.

Suguru blinked, not sure what Hiro was getting
at.� Then it hit him.� �Ah!��
How could he have let something this huge slip past unnoticed?� �Damn!��
He and Hiro turned back towards the others, a panicked look on his
face.� �Tohma!� Last night, at the battle, we-�

Tohma nodded, holding up his hand.� �I know.�

�What?�� Suguru
glanced at Hiro in confusion.� �You
know?� he asked, turning back.

�Yes and I plan to honor Bad Luck's contract.�

�What?�
Really?� Yes!�� He threw his hands in the air and shouted.

�Thank you, Tohma,� Hiro bowed, grinning.

�Oh, man, Hiro!�
Did you hear?�� Suguru flung
himself at Hiro, laughing.� �I can't
believe it!� We did it!�

Their excitement was contagious.� The others clapped and whistled, giving the
boys their best wishes.

�Congratulations,� Ryuichi cried.� �I can't believe it!� You guys finally did it!�

�Yeah, you guys deserve it,� Noriko said smiling.

Suguru let go of his friend and turned still smiling
towards the others.� �You'll not regret
it, Tohma!�

�I hope not, Suguru,� Tohma cautioned him.

As the others crowded the smaller man, congratulating
him, Hiro turned towards their lead singer.�
�Shuichi isn't it great?� Hiro asked, still grinning.� Their dream was coming true!� His smile faltered.� �Shuichi?�

The only one not taking part in all the excitement was
Shuichi.� He sat in the armchair staring
at the others blankly.� He did not take
part in the impromptu congratulatory celebration.� Their laughter and excitement over these new
turn of events washed over him.� When he
heard that L8r Records was bought out, he should have freaked out at the
possibility that what he and his band mates sought so long and hard to achieve
was going to be taken from them just as they reached their goal.� He should be shouting and jumping for joy.

Should've.

Could've.

Would've.

Isn't.

The only thing Shuichi could think about was one Eiri
Uesugi, his forbidden lover, and the fact that if it got out they had slept
together, especially seeing as Eiri was a hotshot, famous �romance� writer and
a prominent citizen in the community�Shuichi did not want to cause Eiri any
trouble.� Last night, it seemed as if the
writer did not care about the fact that Shuichi was underage.� He claimed it was because he was horny.� It could be because he was some sicko
pervert, or something, but once they were in that hotel room...Shuichi was not
sure how he knew, but he had a feeling there was more to the mysterious writer
then met the eye.� If Eiri had been some
perverted freak preying on boys, or just some horny guy looking for a quick
fuck, then why would he have been so gentle, so kind and loving?� Why would he have taken him to one of the
area's swankiest hotels?� Then there was
the ring he left behind.� Shuichi
clutched the silver ring hidden under his shirt.

A picture of a tall, pale man with yellow blond hair
and golden eyes flashed through his mind.�
An overwhelming urge to see his forbidden lover came over him.� They may have just met, but Shuichi missed
his writer so much, it was pathetic.� He
wanted to be wrapped up in his strong embrace, feel those lush lips and gentle
touch.� He wanted to taste his
cigarette-flavored mouth�

Shuichi took in a shuttering breath and slowly let it
out, trying to calm himself down.

He wanted to, no, needed to see Eiri, but he
had no idea where to even start looking.�
Shuichi glanced at Tatsuha who was talking to Ryuichi and Tohma.� Both men were laughing and smiling.� Noriko sat in the other armchair, listening
to their conversation.� Huddled together,
whispering and taking poignant glances at him were Hiro and Suguru.� He ignored them and swung his gaze back
towards Tatsuha.� It was amazing how much
alike they were.� Take away the black
hair and eyes and you would have Eiri.�
Just having his brother-in-law in the same room with him intensified the
need to see Eiri.� He could always ask
Tatsuha where his brother lived, but that would bring unwanted questions.

All talk suddenly stopped.

�Moving,� Ryuichi repeated, as if he needed to be
assured he had not been hearing things.�
He glanced at Tatsuha, gripping his hand.

Noriko wiggled herself to the edge of the chair.� �You can't mean for all of us to move to Tokyo.�

Shuichi glanced from her to Tohma, waiting with batted
breath along with the others.

�Yes, I am,� Tohma said confidently.

Gasps and startled whispers followed this statement.

Shuichi slumped back in the chair, pale faced and in
total shock.� Tokyo?�
Tohma wanted to move the record company from Kyoto
to Tokyo?� Was he serious?� A picture of Eiri flashed through his
mind.� Tokyo?�
Shuichi groaned.� He leaned his
head back against the top of the chair and stared blankly at the black tiled
ceiling.� This was not happening!� Why did things always have to come in
sets?� Why did good news always come with
bad news?� Was he cursed?

He had no idea what to do.� He really wanted to do this, not just for
himself but also for the guys.� They have
all worked so hard to get to this point and he did not want to be the one to
spoil it for them.� He could not let Hiro
and Suguru down, but what about Eiri?� On
one hand, this move would ensure that the writer would not get into any trouble
by having an underaged lover.� On the
other hand, Shuichi felt the strong urge to be selfish for once and tell Tohma
to hell with the damned contract.� He
wanted to flick off the law and flaunt his and Eiri's relationship in their
faces.� He had never done something just
for him.� Everything had been to please
his friends and family.� Just this once,
he wanted to be selfish.� He wanted Eiri.

�I have a meeting with several contractors to go over
possible locations for the headquarters of NG in the morning,� Tohma was
saying.� �I am not sure if a new building
will be built or if we can find a suitable building we can remodel.� Whatever we decide, the move will not happen
for at least a year.� Until then we will
continue to use the L8r Records building.�

Shuichi sighed in relief.� So, they had a year, huh?

Noriko shook her head.�
�Tohma.� You can't just decide
something like this!� We all have lives
and family here!� And you just expect us
to just up and leave?�

Tohma nodded.�
�Yes, I do.�

�What about Mika,� she pressed.� �Do you really think your wife would
appreciate away from her family?�

�I already talked to her.� She has no qualms about it.�

�Tohma,� Noriko sighed, shaking her head.� �My husband-�

�I have taken care of all of it, Noriko.� Do not worry.�� He checked his watch.� �But I have to cut this short.� I have dinner plans with Mika and then I am
taking the train to Tokyo
for the meeting tomorrow.�

�But Tohma!�

Tohma turned towards the members of Bad Luck.� �I will call and set up a dinner meeting
where I can talk with all of your parents and go over the contract and discuss
the problems you may have about this relocation.�

�Okay,� Suguru nodded.

�Sure,� Hiro shrugged.

Shuichi looked away from Tohma's penetrating eyes.

Tohma then turned to address his fellow band
mates.� �I will set up a meeting with you
and your husband when I return,� he told Noriko.

�Tohma.�

�Ryu-�

�I really don't want to move to Tokyo, Tohma,� Ryuichi told his friend.� His and Tatsuha's family were here.� Besides, Tatsuha was a monk and helped at his
family's temple.� If he had to move, then
his lover might not be forced to stay behind.�
Ryuichi was not sure if he could handle that.� He wrapped Tatsuha's arms around himself and
forced back his tears.

Tatsuha hugged his lover tight and kissed the back of
his head, knowing exactly what the slightly older man was thinking.� �I think it would be great to move to Tokyo.� I've always wanted to go there.�

��

Ryuichi blinked and turned to face Tatsuha.� �Really?�
You'd come with me?�

Tatsuha rolled his eyes.� �Duh!�
You're mine Ryu and I won't let you go.�

�Tatsu,� Ryuichi cried, flinging himself at the other
man.

Tohma continued to smile.� �Now that that's settled�� He turned towards Bad Luck.� �I will try to set up the meeting for next
weekend so keep your calendars free.�
Noriko, I will contact you when I return.�

�So we're done,� Shuichi assumed.

�Yes, Shuichi.�
We are.�

Sighing, Shuichi grabbed his backpack off the floor
next to the chair and fled from the club as if a demon was hot on his heels.

Hiro, with Suguru not far behind, raced after
Shuichi.� As he ran down the metal
staircase and across the dance floor, he felt the pill bottle he had placed in
the front pocket of his sleeveless hoodie bounce against him.� The pills rattled and clanked.� Even if he had to beat his best friend upside
the head, he would find out what these pills were and what was going on with
him.

At a more leisurely pace, Tohma, Noriko, Ryuichi and
Tatsuha made their way down the wide metal staircase.� They looked up as the sound of a door clunked
open and closed.

�Did Shu seem�I don't know�kinda quite?� Ryuichi asked
aloud.

�Ryu,� Noriko scolded.

Tohma chuckled.�
�Ryuichi, you really need to stop mothering Shuichi.�

Tatsuha poked his boyfriend in the side with his free
hand.� �Told ya,� he whispered in
Ryuichi's ear.

Ryuichi giggled and wiggled away from Tatsuha's idle
hand.� �Stop that,� he scolded.

�He's sixteen years old, Ryu,� Noriko was saying.� �He can take care of himself.� He does not need you to hold his hand
anymore, but he did seem a bit quiet.�
But I'm sure whatever is bothering him, he can handle and if he can't
then hopefully he'll come to us for help.��
She shrugged.

Tatsuha frowned as he followed Tohma and Noriko up the
staircase to the club's front door.� He
was not sure if Shuichi would feel comfortable coming to them for help in this
situation.

�Hey, Tohma,� Noriko said as soon as they stepped into
the late afternoon sun.� �Why did you
have us meet here instead of at, say, your house, or something?�

Tohma locked the heavy steel door and then pocketed
the keys.� �I thought it would be nice to
start the next chapter of our lives by returning to where it all started,� he
said as he turned towards them.

�What?�� Noriko
and Ryuichi glanced at each other in confusion.�
�Tohma, we never played here.�

Tatsuha turned to study the front of the building.� He had not paid attention when they first
arrived, but now that he took the time to think about it, the place did seem
familiar.� Or maybe it was just that this
club reminded him of another one.

�It's had a change of ownership and has been gutted
and remodeled, but we have been here before,� Tohma corrected.

Noriko studied her friend closely through squinted
eyes.� She placed her hands on her hips,
centering her bulbous weight and glared at the man.� She reminded Ryuichi of a teacher he had in
elementary school that looked like that when she reprimanding her rowdy
students.� �You own this place, don't
you,� she accused.

�What?�� Tatsuha
and Ryuichi turned stunned faces to Tohma.�
�You own the newest, hottest gay club in Kyoto,� Tatsuha accused.

�Yes.�

�Why?� When did
this happen?� Noriko asked.

�When Koshoku went bankrupt several months ago, I
decided to buy it as an investment piece.�
To say the least, it has paid off.�

�Koshoku'?� Why
did�?� Ryuichi's eyes widened.� �We played our first gig here!�

�What?� Is that
true?� Noriko asked in disbelief.

Before he could answer, Tohma's cellphone rang.� He excused himself and answered it.� A couple seconds later, he returned.� �Sorry, guys.�
I really must go.�

A honk from behind them had them turning.� A bright smile lit Noriko's face.� �It looks like my rides here,� she told
them.� Saying her goodbyes, the pregnant
keyboardist waddled her way to the white car idling by the curb.� With a final wave, she hopped in and the car
sped off down the street, vanishing into the late afternoon traffic.

Tohma turned towards Tatsuha and Ryuichi and
bowed.� �Until later.�� He darted across the street and vanished into
the crowd.

Tatsuha sighed.�
�Let's collect Shu and go home,� he suggested.

�Good idea.�

Both men looked around for the pink haired singer,
only to discover he was nowhere in sight.�
What they did see were a breathless Hiro and Suguru at the corner, their
faces red from excursion and dripping with sweat.

Frantic with worry, Ryuichi bolted towards the
boys.� �Hiro!� Suguru!�
Where is Shuichi?� What happened?�

Hiro exchanged a look with Suguru.� �Uh, well, ya see��

�We lost him,� Suguru confessed.

Ryuichi blinked uncomprehendingly.� �You�lost him,� he stared calmly.

Hiro scratched his head. ��I wanted to talk to him about a few things,
but when I called out to him, he just darted out into the street and hopped
into this black foreign car.�

�You lost him,� Ryuichi accused angrily.� �How could you let him get into a stranger's
car?� he shouted.

Passersby turned and stared at them curiously.

A black foreign car?�
Tatsuha wondered.

�See, that's the thing,� Hiro told his best friend's
brother quickly.

�It seemed as if he knew the driver,� Suguru finished.

While Ryuichi looked angry at
the boys for letting Shuichi run off and confused as he thought about who
Shuichi might know that owned a foreign car, Tatsuha on the other hand had a
very good feeling he knew whom Shuichi was with.� However, he was unsure if he should tell
Ryuichi.� How do you go about telling
someone his or her baby brother was with an older man?� Beat the hell out of him.

---TBC---

Preview: �Decisions
and Consequences�

A/N:� Who did Shuichi run off with? �Was it Eiri?�
Or someone else?
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