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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:� An intoxicated Shuichi opens his mouth one
time too many.

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

Inserts:�

A/N:�
Like my other stuff, this was out previously.� Hope you guys enjoy it.� Thank you to odieismyhomedog, Nikkie23534, sun's and stars, Acherona,
RRW, TouMoya, for their reviews.�
Was that Eiri�s car?� Find out
next!

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Chapter
7: Decisions and Consequences

A bell tinkled softly when the door opened.� Complete with cowboy hat and a pair of dark
sunglasses, Ryuichi walked into the family owned diner.� Tatsuha was right behind him.� Ryuichi sighed contently as a cool blast of
cold air hit him.� It was so hot outside;
you could literally fry an egg on the sidewalk.�
And that wasn�t just a metaphor either.�
One time he was watching a home improvement show on television where the
host cracked an egg on the sidewalk in front of the house they were working
on.� It was so hot outside that day that
the egg had actually begun to cook.� That
was how hot it felt out today.� While
summer was his favorite time of year, this humidity was beyond ridiculous.

The diner was small and unnoticeable from the
outside.� There was a used bookstore to
one side and a dry cleaners on the other.�
Both stores had dirty, grimy storefronts and looked eerily
desolate.� The small diner did not look
any better.� There was no sign.� The bottom half of the front windows were
covered in colored sticky paper.� The top
half had a faux frosty look.� In all
appearances, the building appeared vacant, but that was why Ryuichi liked
it.� If you did not know it was here then
all you saw was a string of storefronts that appeared deserted.� The diner got by on word of mouth alone.� Though there was talk of fixing the
neighborhood up.� Neither men was sure what they thought of that.

Ryuichi led Tatsuha to a back table, saying hello to
the waitress behind the counter.

Moments later, the waitress walked up to the table and
handed the two men a menu.

�That's alright,� Tatsuha told her.� �We'll both have the special and iced tea.�

�Okay,� she nodded.�
�Baked potato or fries?�

�Fries,� Ryuichi said.

�Baked potato,� Tatsuha told her.

She wrote there choices on her pad.� �Soup or salad?�

�We'll both have the egg drop soup.�

�Alright.�� She
smiled and told them their drinks would be right out.� She then turned and went to place their
order.

Ryuichi excused himself and Tatsuha watched as he
vanished into the bathroom.� His lover was
worried about his brother.� Not only had
Shuichi disappeared after his gig at the bar last night, but the boy had been
acting strange all day.� To top it all
off, he got into a stranger�s car.� It
had taken everything Tatsuha had to talk his boyfriend out of calling the cops.

The waitress sidled up to the table and placed two
condensation-dripping cups on the table.

�Thank you,� Tatsuha smiled.

�You're welcome.�

Tatsuha watched her move to another table to take
their order.� His eyes swept over the restaurant
and landed on a man at the cash register paying his bill.� This man had dirty blond hair, long on top
and short underneath.� He was wearing a
pair of crisp tan khaki's and a short-sleeved green shirt.� He had on dark sunglasses and an unlit cigarette
dangled from his lips.� The man turned
and Tatsuha got a better look at his face.�
His face brightened in recognition.�
He jumped to his feet and raced after the man as he left the diner.

��

�Bro!� Hey,
bro!� Wait up,� Tatsuha cried.� He finally caught him at the corner, lighting
his cigarette.� �Hey, Eiri!�

Eiri puffed on his cigarette and blew the smoke into
his brother's face.

Tatsuha coughed and waved the smoke out of his face.

�What do you want, Tatsuha?� the blond writer
demanded.

�Jeeze, can't a man say �hi' to his big bro once in
awhile?�

Eiri glanced at Tatsuha, but did not say anything.

With a sigh, Tatsuha shook his head.� Eiri really was a cold assed bastard.

�Was there a point to stopping me, or were you just
admiring my good looks?�

�Why, gotta date?�
Say with a pink haired pop star?��
If Tatsuha had not been watching, he never would have seen the flash in
his brother's eyes before he was able to school his expression.

�I have no idea what you're talking about,� Eiri
denied around his cigarette.� He turned
and walked away, vanishing into the throng of people crossing the street.

Tatsuha did not blame his brother for denying any
involvement with Shuichi.� He could not help
but wonder when it came to Shuichi, what were his brother's feelings?� How did Eiri feel about the boy?� Shuichi was a good friend of his, not just
his partner's baby brother, and the last thing the kid needed was to be hurt
worse than he already has been by the people in his life.� Another thought struck him as he started back
for the diner.� If his brother had just
been paying his bill when he and Ryuichi arrived, than that meant Eiri had most
likely been there for an hour or so, meaning it had not been his Mercedes that
Hiro had seen Shuichi climbing into.� So,
if it had been him, than whose car had he climbed into?

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Shuichi sat on a large rock besides the koi pond, his
legs dangling along the surface of the pristine water.� He stared blankly into the water, trying to
figure out what to do about Eiri and the stipulations of the contract with NG.

�Hey,� came a voice.

Startled, Shuichi's head snapped up and around.� �Oh, Maa-kun,� he breathed easily as he saw
the blond haired man heading towards him, a beer in each hand.� �You're up early.� It's only a little after four.�

�Yeah, I know,� the older man said.� He handed one of the cans to the boy and sat
down besides him.� �We have a meeting
tonight with a couple of the top people at some new record company.�

Shuichi chocked on the amber liquid.

�Are you alright?� Maa-kun asked, slapping Shuichi on
the back.

Unable to respond over his coughing fit, Shuichi
nodded.� A new record company?� Was he referring to NG, Tohma's new label?

�I think he's just jealous,� sneered a new voice.

Shuichi gritted his teeth.� The beer can crackled in his hand.

�Taki,� Maa-kun warned.

�Hey, I'm just stating the facts.�� Taki Aizawa waltzed over to the pink haired
boy and grabbing his chin, forced him to stare at him.� �Isn't that right, Shuichi?� he asked
sweetly.

��

God, he really hated this man!� Shuichi spit in the man's face.� �Screw you,� he snapped.

If anyone should be jealous, it was Taki.� Bad Luck had been offered a contract by winning
a battle, but then it had been honored by the new president of the record
company in a face-to-face meeting.� ASK
was meeting the dog, not the person holding the dog�s leash.

Taki flung the wad of saliva off his cheek and smiled
slyly at the boy. ��What, again?�� He ran a finger up Shuichi's cheek.� �We just did it the day before
yesterday.� Aren't you a horny little
beast?� I'm that good, huh?�

��

The people Shuichi hung out with here at what once
used to be a Buddhist temple were all runaways and school dropouts.� Each of them were considered hooligans,
thugs, ruffians or hoodlums- among other things- and were either addicted to
drugs or were alcoholics- if not both- and a good deal of them worked as
prostitutes in order to support their addictions.� A great deal of them also did odd jobs for
Kizou.� What those �odd jobs� were,
Shuichi had no idea and was not sure he wanted to know.� Kizou said the same thing to him more than
once before.

Kizou was a mysterious man.� He bought the run down temple for a steal
from the city and fixed it up.� He made a
fortune selling drugs, firearms and pimping out not only females but the males
as well.� It was said the police were hot
to take down this Yakuza wannabe but had absolutely no evidence.� He took nothing from no one, especially from
Taki, but because Kizou had a thing for Shuichi- though he claimed he was not
gay-, he tended to be lenient and was a bit of a softie when it came to the
pink haired teen.

Taki Aizawa was a sick, perverted freak who did anything
that moved, willing or not.� He loved
overpowering people weaker than him.� His
favorite target was Shuichi.

Shuichi hated having the sick perverts who were always
hanging around Kizou touching him, but he had no other choice.� Because Hiro took care of the money Bad Luck
made, Shuichi was always broke and wound up doing favors in exchange for
the things he needed.� Of course, the
others always waited until Kizou was not around before they pounced because
Kizou would have all their heads on a platter with their balls as garnish.� Besides, they took care of him, loved
him.� He could always ask Hiro for his
portion of the money they earned, but that would open a floodgate of inquiries
and the less Hiro knew the better.

��

Without thinking, Shuichi slapped away Taki's hand
that was trailing down his chest.� �Don't
touch me,� he hissed.� �And no, you're
not that good.� I've had better.�� A picture of Eiri flashed through his
mind.� �Last night in fact.�

Taki looked surprised for a second and then turned angry.� He stepped towards the boy, clenching his
fists angrily.� �Why you filthy little
whore,� he hissed back.

�That may be, but I'm not yours.� Not any more.�� Shuichi stepped up the other man, so that
they were pressed intimately together.�
�And for your information, Bad Luck did get signed.� Not more than half an hour ago and by the
president himself,� he added just for kicks.

Shuichi had the satisfaction of seeing Taki's face
turn purple with fury.

Not liking where this was going, Maa-kun set is beer down
and stepped between the two men.� He
placed a hand on each of their chests and pushed them apart.� �Taki, c'mon,� he told his singer.� He moved both of his hands on Taki�s
chest.� �We have that meeting to go to,
remember?�� He pushed the man away from
Shuichi and back towards the house.

�Alright, alright.��
Taki pushed Maa-kun away from him.�
�Go find Ken and bring the car around,� he ordered.

Maa-kun looked at Taki suspiciously.

�Go!�

With one last look at his friend, Maa-kun vanished into
the house to find the third member of their band.

Taki turned back towards Shuichi to find the boy
glaring angrily at him.

�I don't know what company would sign Sad Fuck, but
ASK'll be big,� he assured the boy.�
�While we're playing sold old concerts all over the world, your sad
little band will be stuck playing two bit, second rate bars and taverns for a
bunch of drunk, overweight, horny men who'll take one look at you and know the
only thing you're good for is good quick fuck.�

Shuichi gritted his teeth in irritation and
annoyance.� His hands clenched into tight
fists.� The beer can in his hand was
reduced to a flat piece of metal.� His
hand was slick and sticky from the beer that had spit out.

A honk echoed through the still, late afternoon air. �Taki glanced towards the house.� �If you'll excuse me,� he said with a mock
bow.� �I have a meeting to go to.�� Like a switch had been flicked, the sly smile
vanished and was replaced with a heated mask.�
�And when I return,� he hissed, stepping nose to nose with the boy,
�I'll show you what happens to little fuckers who don't
do...as�they're�told.� I'll make sure
this new beau of yours wants nothing more to do with you after tonight.�

Shuichi, despite himself, shivered at the threat.� Hot, angry tears filled his eyes.� While most people are all talk and full of
hot air, when Taki made a threat, he always carried it out and with
vengeance.� He was the only person
Shuichi truly was afraid of.

Savoring the reaction, Taki smiled and vanished inside
the house.

Shuichi glanced after the man.� He hated Taki more than words could say.� He hated him with a passion.� Dammit!�
He threw the crushed beer can across the yard, hearing it land in a bush
somewhere out of sight.� Out of the
corner of his eye, he saw the beer can Maa-kun left behind.� Wiping his tear blurred face he grabbed and
chugged down the bitter amber liquid.

+---+---+

The ex-temple was just beginning to wake up when the
thirty-year-old owner returned an hour later.�
A black Mercedes rolled up the driveway and parked besides the other
dozen or so vehicles.� A well-groomed man
dressed in a black suit stepped out.�
Pocketing his keys, he shut the car door and walked to the front
door.� It opened as he reached for the
doorknob.

�Kizou,� said a young man dressed in nothing but a
pair of baggy sweat pants.� His hair was
mused, his dark roots contrasting sharply against the white blond
coloration.� The boy, who did not look
much older than Shuichi, glanced over his shoulder.� He bit his lip and a look of fear swept
across his face.

�Narata,� Kizou stated calmly.

�Uhm��

Kizou raised an eyebrow.� �Are you going to let me in my home or make
me stand out here all night?�

Narata opened his mouth, but a drunken slur from
somewhere in the house cut him off.� The
boy glanced over his shoulder.� Then
slowly turned back to Kizou, gulping at the furious expression on his boss�s
face.� His eyes grew wide.� Taking a step back, he held his hands up as
if to ward off a blow.� �It wasn't
me!� I swear!� Kizou-�

Swearing furiously, Kizou pushed the younger man aside
and stormed into the house.� �Who then?�
he demanded.

Narata raced after Kizou.� �I�I don't know!� I just�just woke up!�

Kizou marched through the house, throwing open all the
doors along the way, searching for the drunk boy.� The house had half a dozen bedrooms plus the
kitchen, dining room, several bathrooms and living and sitting room.� Each one had at least half a dozen people either
snoring softly or just waking up, but none of them was who he was looking
for.� He entered the kitchen and saw Kisa
and Shinichi cooking breakfast.� �Where
is he?� he asked them heatedly.

Kisa said nothing and hunched over the stove.�

Shinichi turned from the cupboard, a stack of plates
in his hands.� The twenty-three year old
looked at him calmly.� �I think he headed
into your room.�

��

�Who gave him alcohol?�

Shinichi shrugged.�
�Either Taki or Maa-kun.� They
were the only ones up when you dropped Shu off earlier.�

Kizou growled.�
�Where are they now?�

�At that meeting,� he said, turning back to the
cupboard.

�Call me when they return.�

�Sure.�

Kizou turned on his heel and marched towards his
bedroom, pushing passed a frightened Narata who had plastered himself to the
wall.� He burst into his bedroom, the
shoji door slamming into the pocket.� He
stood in the doorway, glaring at the boy angrily, but his anger quickly
vanished and turned into amusement.�
Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned against the doorjamb and
watched as a drunken Shuichi danced around the bedroom in nothing more than a
pair of jeans that were hanging dangerously low on his hips.

The pink haired singer twirled about the bedroom, his
arms stretched out on either side of him and his head hanging back.� The boy's mouth was open wide as he laughed
joyously.

A smile graced Kizou's lips.� Pushing away from the doorframe, Kizou slid
the door closed behind him as he sauntered across the room towards the
boy.� He loosened his tie and chucked off
his suit coat.� He tossed it over his
shoulder.

��

Shuichi stopped spinning, but the room continued to
sway and the floor tilted under his feet.�
Off balance, the singer staggered.�
He cried out in surprise.� His
arms flailing like a windmill, he toppled backwards onto the bed with a light
bounce and laughed gleefully.� The boy
smiled with a sigh.� He closed his eyes
and hummed a tune Kizou did not recognize.

Kizou slipped off his tie and tossed it to the
floor.� He walked around the bed and
gazed down lustfully at the boy sprawled out on the mattress.� Shuichi's arms were stretched out on either
side of him.� His skinny legs were bent,
knees pointed at the ceiling and feet planted on the edge of the bed, toes
dangling off the mattress.� His eyes were
still closed.� He had a carefree smile on
his face.� Kizou planted himself between
Shuichi's legs and ran his hands up and down the boy's thighs.

Shuichi giggled and opened violet eyes.� �Hey, Kizou,� slurred with a laugh.

�Shuichi.�

�Your name�sounds like�kitty.�� The boy laughed hysterically.

Kizou raised an eyebrow and smirked.� He ran his hands back down Shuichi's thighs
and across his jean clothed crotch.� He
was rewarded with a hiss and a needy moan.�
A satisfied smile slid across his face.�
A quick glance at the boy's face assured him that Shuichi was enjoying
himself and the attention he was getting.�
This was the only reason why he loved it when Shuichi got
plastered.� The downside was what
happened afterwards.� That was why he did
not like him drinking.� �How many beers
did you have?� he asked Shuichi curiously, as he unzipped the boy�s pants.

�One,� Shuichi cried out proudly, holding up a finger.

Kizou raised an eyebrow.� �Really?��
If it had been anyone other than Shuichi, he would not have believed
it.� But it was Shuichi.� One, Shuichi could not hold his liquor to
save his life.� A thimble full of sake
had Shuichi all loopy.� Two, he could not
tell a believable lie if his life depended on it and being drunk made the boy
act like he had ingested a truth serum.

��

�Uh, huh,� Shuichi nodded with a giggle.

�Hm.�

Kizou ran his hands up the boy's chest.� His fingers circled Shuichi's nipple and
massaged them to life.� Shuichi moaned in
response.� When Kizou tweaked the pert
buds, Shuichi inhaled sharply.� He then giggled
and squirmed, as Kizou's other hand trailed lightly down his sides.

�That tickles,� he laughed, curling on his side.

Kizou chuckled softly.

�You want me,� Shuichi teased slyly, looking at him
out of the corner of his eye.

�Damn straight,� Kizou growled.� He pushed Shuichi onto his back and straddled
him.� As the kid giggled, Kizou slid a
hand under his underwear and grabbing his cock, stroked it to life.

Shuichi tossed his head back and arched his back,
raising his hips.� A low moan escaped his
lips.

Kizou removed his hand and standing up, started
unbuttoned his shirt.

Shuichi watched him, his whole face smiling.� He giggled.�
�Guess what?�

�What?�� Kizou
stripped his shirt off and tossed it over his shoulder.

�I was with someone last night,� he mocked whispered.

Kizou�s dark eyes narrowed.� �Really,� he growled as he felt the first
stirrings of jealousy.� That would
explain where the boy was all night.

Shuichi nodded.�
He glanced around to make sure nobody could over hear the next
part.� He staggered to his knees and
crooked a finger at his boss.� The man
leaned down so that Shuichi could whisper in his ear.� �I think I love him.�

Kizou went still.

�And I think he got me pregnant,� Shuichi added in
that same mock whisper.

That stopped Kizou cold.� He watched Shuichi flop back onto the bed and
roll around on the mattress, laughing gaily with a gigantic smile on his
face.� Kizou had never seen the boy
happier in the year he knew him.� His
whole face was glowing.� His eyes were
sparkling.� However, Kizou had never been
more enraged in his entire life.� Not
only had some other guy stolen his Shuichi away from him, but this other man
had also gotten him pregnant?� He could
forgive that Shuichi was one of those freaks if it was his child the boy was
carrying, but the fact that it was some other guy�s seed?� No.� No
way in bloody hell.� Not going to happen.� Kizou wanted more than anything to believe
that it was just the alcohol talking, but the fact of the matter was, Shuichi
lacked the ability to lie.� Especially
when he was plastered.

Growling, Kizou clenched his hands into tights fists
of fury.� �Get out,� he said slowly in a
dangerously low voice.

Shuichi's laughter was silenced as if a switch had
been flicked.� Blinking, he sat up and
looked at him in confusion.� �What?�

Kizou rounded the bed and grabbing Shuichi's arm,
dragged him off the bed and out of the bedroom.

Suddenly sober, Shuichi tugged against the painful
vise-like grip on his arm.� He planted his
feet on the floor.� �Kizou,� Shuichi
whined.� �You're hurting me!� Kizou!�

The other occupants of the house were startled away as
Kizou continued to drag Shuichi kicking and screaming through the house.� Whispers followed the couple.� �What's going on?� What's happening?�

�What did I do?� Shuichi asked the man as tears flowed
down his face.� He tried prying off the
hand clamped around his arm.�
�Kizou!� Please!�

Kizou slammed open the front door in a fury and
disgusted haze.� He marched down the drive
past the cars, still pulling a reluctant and hysterical Shuichi behind
him.� He tossed the boy down the
driveway.� Shuichi lost his balance and
fell, hissing in pain as he skinned his shins and elbows.� �Get out of here,� he snapped.� �Now!�

Shuichi rolled around onto his back and stared up at
the tall man who had been his entire world for the past year.� �Why?�
What did I do?� he cried as the tears flowed down his face.� �Please!�
I don't understand!�

Kizou gazed at his little lover and felt like a complete
heel.� All he wanted to do was pull the
boy into his arms and never let go.� He
wanted to wipe that expression off his face.�
A smile suited Shuichi best.� He
truly did love this boy and he knew Shuichi felt something for him.� It may not be the same feeling that he felt
for him, but there was some sort of connection between the two of them.� And he knew this was the only real home the
boy had.� But he just could not do it.� He had a reputation to uphold.� Besides, with the way things were right now, he
could not continue to guarantee Shuichi�s safety.� The last thing Kizou wanted was to pull
Shuichi into the dark underworld of this organization.� This way Shuichi had a chance to give the
child that was growing within him a much better life than the kind of life he
would have if both mother and son remained here with him.� Someday, Shuichi will thank him for this.

Steeling himself, he marched towards the boy and
hunched over his quivering, half-naked form.�
�I. Don�t.� Like.� Freaks,� he hissed.� It broke his heart to witness Shuichi�s
complete world shatter around him.� But
it was all for the best.� He just had to
continue saying that to himself.� It was
all for the best.

Shuichi's eyes widened and his face paled.�

Freak.�

That word echoed in his mind over and over again.� Once again, he was an outcast.� Once again, he was forced to abandon his home
all because of something he could not control.

��

Kizou unfurled himself and at his full height,
glowered down at the sniveling boy.� �Get
the fuck out of here,� he ordered.� �And
never show your face around here again!��
He turned his back and vanished into the gathered group of curious
onlookers.

With tears spilling down his face, Shuichi crossed his
arms over his naked chest and walked miserably down the drive.

Behind him, Narata ran out of the house with Shuichi's
shirt, shoes and backpack in his arms.�
He called out to the singer, but Shuichi kept on walking.� Never once did he look back.

�Are you sure it's okay to just let him leave like that?�
asked Kizou�s shadow and bodyguard Yutoshi.

�Don't worry,� Kizou assured him.

�

�But, Kizou!�
You can't-�

Kizou rounded on the man.� �I can and I will!�� He glanced at his subordinates.� �If you have a problem with the way things
are run, then bring it on!� Otherwise,
shut your face and get to work!�� He spun
on his heel and stormed into the house, slamming the door with enough force to
crack it.

��

+---+---+

Shuichi staggered down the street, blinded by tears,
his mind hazy from the lasting affects of alcohol and shock.� He pushed past the throng of people, deaf to
their angry protests and exclamations.�
He wandered the streets, lost in his own world and blind to the world
around him.

An angry horn, squealing
breaks and screams startled him back to reality.� Slowly, he turned towards the noise.� He blinked as a jeep-truck served his way.

---TBC---

Preview: �Shuichi�s
First Confession�

A/N:� Wow.�
That was the hardest decision Kizou has ever had to make.� He truly does love Shuichi.� This is not the last time we�ll see Kizou
either.� He will be back sometime in the
future.� Now, what about Eiri?� Will Shuichi and he ever meet again?� We�ll see, won�t we?� What do you think?
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