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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:� After a shocking confession to his brother,
Shuichi comes face to face with the man he thought he would never see again.

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

Inserts:�
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A/N:� I
would like to thank Nikkie23534, RRW, sun�s and stars, Acherona, 0928soubi at docomo.ne.jp, TouMoya,
chikky, LastxExile, for their reviews.� Like my other stuff, this was out
previously.� Hope you guys enjoy it.

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Chapter
8:� Shuichi's First Confession

With his elbow on the car door and his chin resting on
his fisted hand, Ryuichi stared out the passenger door window as he fought to
keep his mind blank.� It was a losing
battle.� Sighing heavily, Ryuichi
straightened and glanced at the sleeping, half-naked teenage boy lying in the
back seat.� �Tatsu, I really think we
should take him to the hospital.�

��

Tatsuha glanced quickly in the rear view mirror.� �No, I think it'd be better to just get him
home.�

Ryuichi studied his boyfriend carefully.� He had a sneaking suspicion that Tatsuha knew
more than he was saying.

As Tatsuha pulled into the underground garage of their
plushy apartment building, Ryuichi turned around as much as his seatbelt would
allow and studied Shuichi.

The boy seemed to be unharmed but looks could be
deceiving.� Dressed in only a pair of
black jeans that were hanging suspiciously low on his hips with the fly open,
somehow Shuichi had lost his shirt and shoes.�
The bag he always carried was also gone.�
The way Shuichi had staggered into the street and the state of his
dress, or rather, lack there of, made him suspect that Shuichi may have been
attacked, but one whiff at the boy who had fallen unconscious right in front of
their jeep and Ryuichi knew.� His
sixteen-year-old brother had drunk himself into a stupor.

As Ryuichi carried Shuichi to the elevator with
Tatsuha besides him, he could not help but think that this was his fault.

+---+---+

The Next
Morning

Heavy lids fluttered open.� The light streaming in through the open
window seared his retinas.� Cursing, he
turned his head away and curled onto his side, squeezing his eyes closed as a
sharp jolt raced through his head.� He
hissed.� Pulling the sheets blindly over
his head, he buried himself within the mound of blankets.

He groaned and curled into a fetal position with his
arms wrapped around his middle when a wave of nausea swept through him.

With a sudden moan, he flung aside the sheets and
stumbled out of bed and staggered across the hall to the bathroom.� He fell to his knees and hung his head over
the porcelain bowl just in time.

+---+---+

Ryuichi sat in his pink pajama pants at his computer
playing around with a sound mixer program.�
He was trying to work on a song he wrote while on tour when the sound of
retching echoed through the apartment.�
He looked up and sighed.� His
elbows resting on either side of the keyboard and buried his face in his hands.

A steaming cup of tea in his hands, Tatsuha appeared
in the threshold of the office.� Leaning
against the doorframe, he gazed over his shoulder towards the toilet.� �Sounds like Shu's up,� he informed his
boyfriend unnecessarily.

Ryuichi sighed and sitting back, let his head fall
back.

�Are you going to talk to him?�

�Yeah,� Ryuichi said in a distracted manner.

Tatsuha watched his lover with an amused smile as the
singer continued to sit in his desk chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.� �Ryu,� he chuckled.

Ryuichi turned his head so that his cheek was resting
on the back of the chair and glanced at the other male.

Tatsuha chuckled again and walked into the room.� He set his cup down on the desk and rested
his free hands on Ryuichi's shoulders.�
He kissed the top of his head.�
�Do you want me to do it?� he asked quietly.

�No, I'll do it,� Ryuichi sighed.� He patted Tatsuha's hands.� Pushing away from the desk, he walked out of
the den.

�Good luck,� Tatsuha said quietly.

+---+---+

Shuichi had no idea how long he sat hunched over the
toilet bowl.� He felt terrible.� Like crap.�
It was as if a jackhammer was inside his head.� No, that was not accurate.� It was more like there were some people in
his head playing a rough game of handball and had decided to use his brain as
their ball.� His churning stomach was
twisted into knots.� Even the knots had
knots.� And he was so uncomfortably warm
that his insides felt like they were being boiled alive.� The slightest move sent the room spinning and
his stomach rolling.

He heard footsteps coming towards him but could not
summon enough energy or strength to even pry open an eye to see who it was.

�Shuichi.�

Shuichi grunted and cowered away from the shouting as
each word intensified the already sharp pounding in his head.� �Please�don't�shout,� he told his brother
barely whispering.

Ryuichi sighed.�
He had a feeling his brother was not going to touch another alcoholic
drink for some time.� He walked into the
bathroom and squatted down besides him.�
He handed Shuichi a wet washcloth.

With a trembling hand, Shuichi took the proffered rag
gratefully and wiped his face.� He loved
the feeling the warmth of the cloth against his clammy skin.

��

�Here,� Ryuichi said, exchanging the rag for a cup of
water and an aspirin.� �Rinse out your
mouth and take this for your headache.�

Shuichi did as he was told and instantly felt a little
better.� He leaned his forehead against
the side of the toilet, loving the feel of the cool porcelain.� Closing his tired, aching eyes, Shuichi felt
his stomach begin to settle back down.

�C'mon, Shu.��
Ryuichi wrapped his arms around Shuichi's waist and helped him to his
feet.� �Let's get you to bed.�

Sighing, Ryuichi carried Shuichi down the hall and
back into the spare bedroom, passing Tatsuha who was standing in the doorway
leading into the living room, still sipping his tea.� Gently, Ryuichi set Shuichi onto the bed and
watched as the boy immediately curled onto his side in a fetal position.� Shuichi blindly reached out and pulled the
covers over himself until the only thing that could be seen was the top of his
pink spiky head.

��

Ryuichi glanced behind him as a noise drew his
attention and saw Tatsuha standing in the doorway.� When their eyes met, Tatsuha smiled and
nodded, telling him without words what Ryuichi needed to hear.� Turning back around, Ryuichi took a deep
breath and steeled himself.� �Shuichi, we
need to talk,� he ordered more harshly than he had intended.

Shuichi, entombed in the middle of the bed, groaned in
protest.� All he wanted to do was go back
to sleep.� Talking took too much energy,
so did listening and he had no energy to spare for such a useless cause.� To do either one meant he had to concentrate
and that meant he had to pay attention, but right at the moment his brain felt
too much like a bowl of mush.� �No
wanna,� he whined.

�Shuichi,� Ryuichi scolded.� He grabbed the blankets covering the boy,
yanked them off and tossed them onto the floor.

His brother yelped in surprise and sprang around.� His violet eyes stared around him
incredibly.� For the first time, Shuichi
realized where he was, or rather where he was not.� His heart sank and a heavy weight settled on
his shoulders.� He was hoping it had all
been a bad dream.

�Morning Sunshine,� came a mocking voice.

Shuichi felt his heart skip a beat.� With wide eyes, he looked towards the bedroom
doorway, hoping against hope�and frowned.�
He swallowed over a lump in his throat.�
He blinked stinging eyes and inhaled shakily.� He looked away, trying to block out just how
much like Eiri Tatsuha was.� He still had
no idea what he was going to do about the whole thing with NG and his writer
lover.

It was Tatsuha's turn to frown.� If he had any lingering doubt about his
brother's involvement with Shuichi, it vanished very quickly in that instant.

�You brought me here,� Shuichi said to nobody in
particularly.� It was more statement than
question.

�We did,� Ryuichi answered.� �After you staggered out in the middle of
oncoming traffic and collapsed right in front of the car.�

Shuichi nodded slowly, blinking away the sudden
unsought of tears.� His throat
constricted over a threatening sob as he remembered all too clearly, why he had
nearly been killed.

�You've been asleep since we brought you here
yesterday evening.�

Shuichi said nothing.�
He frowned heavily into his lap.� The
silence stretched like a worn rubber band, fraying and ready to break and snap
your innocently waiting fingers.

Feeling his impatience growing by the second, Ryuichi
was the first to break.� �How long?� he
asked.� When Shuichi's only answer was a
blank stare, he growled with annoyance and slammed his hands onto the mattress,
startling Shuichi.� Ryuichi bent towards
the younger boy and was stunned to see tears running down Shuichi�s face.� He blinked and straightened.� �Shuichi?�
What-?�

With a sob, the teen threw himself at his older
brother.� He wrapped thin arms around
Ryuichi�s waist and buried his face in Ryuichi's stomach.

Ryuichi hugged the boy and petted his hair.� Shuichi's tiny frame shook violently as he
sobbed loudly.� Fat tears rolled down his
face.� Ryuichi exchanged a look with
Tatsuha.� He had no idea what to do.� This was the first time he had ever seen
Shuichi cry.

��

+---+---+

An hour later, Ryuichi and Tatsuha were in the living
room speaking quietly when the door creaked open.� They stopped talking and looked up as Shuichi
shuffled into the living room wearing a pair of Ryuichi's jeans and a shirt of
Tatsuha's that fit him like a dress.� His
unnatural pink hair was damp from the shower.

Shuichi crept silently into the nearest chair and
scrunched into a tight ball.� Wrapping
his arms around his legs, he rested his cheek on his knees.

Ryuichi glanced at Tatsuha, feeling like a snake for
doing this to the boy when it was obvious he was in pain, but that was why he
had to do it.� He slid to the edge of the
couch and clasped his hands between his knees.�
He stared at the carpet briefly as he gathered his thoughts.� Lifting his head, he opened his mouth to
speak but before he could, Shuichi started laughing, but it was not a happy
laugh. ��Shu-�

�You know, I never belonged,� Shuichi sniffed.� He was half laughing and half crying.� It felt like he was going insane.� �Only when I was lying to them did I fit
in.� I was normal then, but I was lying,
hiding behind a false fa�ade.� I was
always afraid that someday, somehow, the truth would come out and I was afraid
of what would happen when it did.� Still,
I had some place to call home, people who liked me, joked and laughed with me.� They accepted me.� They loved me, wanted me.�� Shuichi turned a wet face towards his brother
and Tatsuha and laughed.� �I had to make
some compromises, do things that�that��
His voice broke and fresh tears gushed down his cheeks.� He turned his head to stare out the window at
the late morning Kyoto
skyline.� He looked at it but did not see
it.� �To think that I would rather let
them do whatever they wanted to me then go back to�That House,� he said
bitterly.

��

Ryuichi's eyes widened in shock and disbelief.� He did not like what he was hearing.

�When did it start?� Tatsuha asked, being careful to
keep his voice nonchalant.

Shuichi was silent for such a long time that both
Tatsuha and Ryuichi thought he was not going to answer.

�I never had anybody,� Shuichi finally said.� �My father hates me.� Maiko is indifferent.� Mom never�she doesn't really care, not as
much as she should, not like she used to when I was little.�� He laughed, wiping at tears that continued to
seep down his face.

He had nobody?�
Ryuichi could not fathom that logic.�
What did that mean?� He had no
one?� What about me, he asked silently.

Tatsuha shook his head.� He leaned forward and studied the younger
man.� He voiced his partner's
thoughts.� �That's not true.� You have Ryu and me and-�

Shuichi shook his head.

�Shuichi, we all care about you!� We love you.�
We appreciate you.� We want
you.� You don't have to hide or lie about
who you are or aren't.�

Shuichi shook his head vigorously.� �It's��
It was not the same.� What was
that saying?� Blood is thicker than
water.� As much as he cared about the
others, it just�somehow it did not make up for what he lost.� And hanging out with a bunch of perverts did,
his mind shot back.

�I know you haven�t had the best childhood, but you
aren't alone.� You have us-!�

�It's not the same!� Shuichi yelled, crying.

�How?� Ryuichi asked softly.

�You were never there!�

Ryuichi gasped.�
He did not know what to say to that.�
He always felt bad for leaving Shuichi for weeks and even months at a
time, especially when he knew how the boy was treated, but Shuichi had Hiro and
Suguru and of course, Tatsuha was always here.

�

�And when you were you just made things worse!�� Shuichi continued with a sob.� He sniffed and wiped his wet cheeks.

That surprised Ryuichi.� �Worse?�

�You were always there at the drop of a hat to defend
me!� Always beating up the people who
made fun of me, or said things�You made my condition even more evident!� You slapped it in their faces!� And I hated you for that!� But when you weren't there anymore�I felt�I
felt�� He was not sure how that made him
feel.� Vulnerable?� Like he had a target on his back?� Open and exposed?� Maybe.�
Probably.� Definitely.� �I threw myself into Bad Luck, trying to bury
how unhappy I was, how miserable I was,� he sobbed.� �And it worked�for a little bit.� Then�Last year I met Kizou.� He approached me in the bathroom after one of
our gigs.�� Shuichi laughed as he
remembered that meeting all too well.�
�He said he could tell how unhappy I was and said that he had something
that would be able to help, something to turn my frown upside down.�

+---+---+

�

Shuichi sat huddled in the armchair, his face drenched
and saturated with the deluge of never ending tears.� Once again, his cheek was resting on his knees,
but his eyes continued to stare almost lifelessly out the living room
window.� His mind was numb.� He did not want to think anymore.� He just wanted to forget everything,
especially the fact that the one place he used to think of as home was now off
limits.� Now he had nowhere to go.� He knew Ryuichi and Tatsuha cared about him
and that he was always welcomed here, but there was no way they would
appreciate a sixteen-year-old-middle-school-drop-out-ex-prostitute living with
them.� He knew that Ryuichi thought of
him like a son, but that did not mean that he was willing to take on that role
fulltime.

Ryuichi and Tatsuha sat in stunned silence.� Neither knew what to say or think.� Both had been suspicious and a little worried
about what Shuichi has been doing lately, but neither ever thought�

Ryuichi shook his head violently.� He did not want to even go there.� He slid to the edge of the couch, licking his
dry lips and rubbing his hands together.�
Running his fingers through his hair, he stared at his feet.� With a sigh, he leaned back and rested his
head on the back of the couch.� He felt
antsy.� This news had unsettled him and
disturbed him greatly.� He could not even
look at Shuichi anymore.� It was like how
you never noticed that fat mole on your companion's cheek until someone pointed
it out and now that is all you can see.�
His view of his baby Shu-Shu was tainted and he was not sure if he would
ever get it back to normal.

Besides him, Tatsuha sat quietly looking at the
boy.� He felt bad for him and a little
guilty.� Ryuichi had entrusted him with
the protection and care of Shuichi and he shrugged it off.� He always told Ryuichi that he was too over
protective and too much of a worrywart.�
Shuichi was a big boy and could take care of himself.� What an idiot he was!

Ryuichi could not take it anymore.� His anger could not be contained any
longer.� Jumping up, he paced the living
room in a cloud of fury.� He was mad at
himself for allowing this to happen, at Shuichi for being such an idiot and at
society for pushing the teenager into sinking this low.� �I'm very disappointed in you, Shuichi,�
Ryuichi bit harshly.

Fresh tears spilled down Shuichi's face.� �I'm-�

�Oh, no,� Ryuichi shook his head in annoyance.� �Don't go there, Shuichi Shindou!� Don't you even try to apologize!�

Shuichi shot his brother a death glare.� �I'm not!�
I'm not sorry for what I did!�

�What?� I cannot
believe you!� You're only sixteen fucking
years old and you're telling me that you're already a druggie, an alcoholic
and�and whoring yourself out and you enjoy doing it?�� He stomped towards Shuichi and leaned towards
him, with a hand on either armrest, effectively barricading his brother in the
chair.� �What the fuck are you thinking?�

What was he thinking?�
The same thing he was still thinking.�
That he could lose himself and pretend he was someone else.� Reality took a back seat.� But all that was over with thanks to his big
mouth.� Shuichi buried his face in his
hands.� His shoulders shook as his sobs
wracked his body.� Why did he say
that?� Why had he opened his big
mouth?� Why?� Why?�
Why?� God, if he had not let that
asshole Taki get to him, he would not have had that beer and gotten himself
drunk.� Then he would not have blabbed
about Eiri and�Why the bloody hell did he say something about having a
baby?� Yes, it was a possibility for him
to get pregnant, but if he had not discovered a bun in the oven yet- and God
knows he had run the risk countless times- there was no way that a one night
stand with Tatsuha's drop dead gorgeous twin brother would wind up with him
pregnant�right?� However, the idea of a
baby did not sound half-bad.� Maybe�maybe
things would be different if he were to have a baby.

�Stop it!� Ryuichi snapped angrily in Shuichi's
face.� �Stop crying,� his voice
cracked.� Tears filling his eyes.� �Dammit, Shuichi!� What the hell's wrong with you?� he
sobbed.� The older male dropped to his
knees and hugged Shuichi tightly, forcing Shuichi to drop his legs.� Ryuichi pulled away and held Shuichi at arms
length.� �At least tell me that you used
some sort of protection.�

Shuichi glanced away from his brother's penetrating
stare.

With tears streaming down his face, Ryuichi stared
intently into his brother's dull violet eyes.�
�How can you be so stupid?�

Shuichi's face contorted in anger.� He pushed Ryuichi roughly away which caused
the older male to stumble.� Shuichi
jumped to his feet and glared through tear-blurred vision at the man.� �I'm so sorry for being so stupid!� You don't have to worry about me doing something
stupid like that again because I can't�ever�go�back!�

Regaining himself, Ryuichi jumped to his feet.� �You're damn right you aren't going back
there!�

Tatsuha stood up from the couch.� Laying a hand on his lover's shoulders, he turned
towards Shuichi and asked, �Can't or won't?�

Shuichi turned his head away.� �Kizou told me to leave and never return,� he
admitted truthfully.� Tears slowly
trailed down Shuichi's face.

�Why?�� Tatsuha
ignored the glare his boyfriend threw him.

In Ryuichi's mind, as long as his baby Shu-Shu was not
going back to that way of life, who cares what the reason was?

�I thought you were�?��
He could not bring himself to say it.�
It was like knowing your parents or even you grandparents did indeed
have a sex life.� He shuddered at the
thought.

�The boss's concubine?�� Shuichi laughed.� He scrubbed his face.� �I was, but he�he said I was a freak!�

�Shuichi��

Ryuichi gazed piteously at his brother.� �Shu�why do you care so much about people who
only like you because you deceive them when you have people who love you for
who you are?�� He strode slowly towards
Shuichi and engulfed him in a hug.� �We
love you.� Why can't you be satisfied
with that?�

Shuichi pushed away from his brother and stared deeply
into his eyes, pleading with him to understand.�
�Because I need something, someone for me!�� A flash of his forbidden blond haired lover
popped in his head.� A warm glow spread
through him, chasing away the chills.�
His tears dried up and a sparkle livened the dead, dull look in his
eyes.� �And I did,� Shuichi continued
with a soft smile.� The only problem was
that, like with Kizou, he kept a vital piece of information from Eiri.� There was no telling what the older man would
do if he found out the truth.� Would Eiri
accept him even though he was a freak?�
Could Eiri truly say that he cared for him because of who he was and not
because of what he was, or was not?� On
the other hand, Shuichi could be kicked to the corner along with the trash
without a second look.� All Shuichi had
to do was make sure it never came up.� It
should not be that hard�right?� He
grimaced when he remembered the disastrous events of the day before.� All he had to do was not drink and his secret
would stay just that, but there was another way for his secret to come up.� However, that was easily taken care of as
well.� Sort of.� All he needed was his parent's
permission�Once those problems were settled; there was still the question of
what to do with Tohma moving the record company to Tokyo.�
Would Eiri want to leave everything and everyone behind just so he could
move to Tokyo
to be with him?� Shuichi wanted this so
badly he could taste it.� He wanted to be
with Eiri, screw the law and everybody else, but he also wanted this recording
contract.� Could he have both?� Was it possible?

A smile graced Ryuichi's face.� �I'm glad.�

Shuichi blinked, snapping out of his thoughts.� �Huh?�

Ryuichi pulled Shuichi into a hug.� �I'm glad you found someone, Shu.� Promise me you will not do anything stupid,
okay?� You�re only sixteen-years-old and
still a kid.� Go out there and be
one.� You have the opportunity to be big
Shu.�� Ryuichi pulled away slightly and
stared intently into the vibrant purple eyes.�
�Don't do anything to jeopardize that, okay?� Promise me.�

Shuichi smile faltered slightly.� He was not sure if he could promise his
brother that.

Tatsuha stepped forward, saving him from having to
answer Ryuichi.� �Shu, this person, he
wouldn't be��

Shuichi gulped, suddenly nervous.� Had Tatsuha discovered that he was in love
with his brother, a man not only six years his senior but someone that could be
arrested for statutory rape if caught?

��the reason you can't go back is it?�

Shuichi was relieved.�
He did not know.� Thank god.� �Actually�it is,� he admitted with a
blush.� He pulled away from his brother
and walked to the large window, passing a bamboo-shelving unit that was
half-full of stuffed animals that fans had given to Ryuichi.� Center stage was a large, fluffy pink bunny that
his number one fan had given him the day Nittle Grasper was signed.� Ryuichi called him Kumagoro.� Go figure.�
�I let one of the guys get to me.�
I ended up getting drunk and said something I shouldn�t have to
Kizou.� He got angry and tossed me
out.�� Shuichi hoped that neither one of
the men asked what it was they argued about.�
If Ryuichi had been angry before, he would literally explode if he were
to know about his suspicions.� He turned
back around and smiled at them.� �But
really, he did me a favor.� Yes, I hate
myself for getting kicked out the one place I could call home, but�I found
something, someone much better.�� As long
as someone loves me, he thought.

��

Ryuichi smiled back at the teenager.� He was happy for him.� Maybe things were starting to look up.� He crossed the room and hugged Shuichi from
behind.� �You can stay here as long as
you like.�

Shuichi blinked.�
He pulled away from Ryuichi and turned to look at him in shock.� �Really?�

�Really,� Tatsuha said.

Shuichi glanced at the Eiri clone and then at his
brother.� Tears gathered in his
eyes.� He flung himself at his brother
and hugged him tightly.� �Thank you.�� He pulled away and glanced at the elder man
uncertainly.� �I won't be in the
way?� Or-?�

��

Ryuichi shook his head.� �We want you here, Shu.� We�re a family.� I won't turn you out.�� He enveloped Shuichi in another hug.� �But you�ll have to pull your weight around
here, alright?� You can't just disappear
whenever you like and stay out all night like you used to, alright?�

The pink haired singer nodded enthusiastically.� He had a feeling his brother was going to be
just as stifling, or maybe even more so than normal, but strangely, Shuichi did
not mind.� As long as someone loves me,
he thought again.

+---+---+

One Week
Later

The Miharu Kissaten was an elegant, formal restaurant
where the main course consisted of a bite-sized piece of food for more money
than an average middle class family of four made in a year.� Most of the employees were brought in from
outside the country so the place seemed more exotic than it actually was.� The waiting list to just be able to sit at
the bar was two years.� The Miharu
Kissaten was located in a ritzy, glamorous section of Kyoto.�
It was the Japanese equivalent of Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills.� With the plushy hotels, designer clothing
stores and restaurants only the very wealthy could afford.� This was the place to see and be seen.� How Tohma Seguchi was able to reserve a table
for eleven on one of the busiest nights of the week only a week in advance, was
something to truly marvel at.� It also
showed just how much of a name the keyboardist was making for himself.

Tatsuha, Ryuichi and Shuichi piled out of the jeep and
headed into the restaurant.� Once there,
a valet took the keys from Tatsuha and went to park the car.

Shuichi had never been so nervous in his entire
life.� It felt as if a bunch of
butterflies were fluttering around inside his stomach.� He also felt slightly lightheaded and his hands
felt clammy.� Either he had a bad case of
stage fright or he was getting sick.� He
hoped it was first, because the latter would just plain suck.

Tatsuha walked up to the hostess and announced what
party they were with.� The woman gave
them a quick once over and escorted them through the dimly lit bar and out into
the dining room to a large table in the far corner hidden by free standing
shoji doors and trellises.

�You're waitress will be right with you,� the tall
skinny red head told them with a thick accent and a small bow.� She turned and returned to her post.

They were the first ones to arrive.� Tatsuha and Ryuichi sat on the far side of
the table, opposite the entranceway.�
Shuichi sat besides his brother, feeling even more nauseous than
before.� His stomach continued to
churn.� He took deep, even breathes in
order to calm himself down.� To take his
mind off how horrible he was feeling Shuichi studied the restaurant.

The restaurant was a decent sized place.� The dining floor had enough seating for the
establishment to appear full but still able to give each table enough privacy
so you could speak without being overheard by your neighbor.� Each table had a softly glowing candle and a
single flower.� The place was full but
there was only a low din, as if everyone was whispering.

Shuichi looked up and saw two tall males heading
towards them.� A smile brightened his
face.� He pushed to his feet as his best
friend stopped by the table.� �Hiro,� he
cried happily.

At his cry, Ryuichi and Tatsuha looked up and spotted
the newcomers approaching their table.

Shuichi rounded the table and flung himself at the
taller teenager.� �It's so good to see
you!�

Surprised, Hiro staggered backwards.� Regaining his balance, he patted his friends
back.� �Hey, Shuichi.�� Hiro pulled away from the human leech and
turned towards the other male accompanying him.�
He introduced him to the others as his brother, Yuji.

Shuichi caught sight of another familiar face and
excused himself.� He smiled widely as he
approached Suguru who was just arriving with his parents.� He flung himself at the smaller man.� Caught off guard, Suguru blinked.� Unsure what to do, his hands were left
dangling lifelessly at his side.� After
what seemed like eternity, Suguru pulled away and stepped aside.� He swept his hand at the older couple behind
him.� �Shuichi, these are my
parents.� Mom, Dad, this is Shuichi
Shindou.� He's the lead singer of Bad
Luck.�

The elder Fujisakis nodded.

Shuichi bowed politely back.� �Pleasure to meet you.�

Catching sight of Hiro over Shuichi's shoulder, Suguru
excused himself and steered his parents over towards the others.

Shuichi turned and studied the group with a
smile.� Bad Luck had taken a much-needed
break since they won the battle of the bands last weekend and Shuichi was eager
to get tonight over with and get back into the studio.� It would also be the first time seeing his
parents in about two weeks.� Not
surprisingly, he was not that eager to see them.�

He had to admit, the one thing he enjoyed about not
living at Kizou's place was the fact that he could sleep peacefully without
wondering if he was going to wake up with someone's hands down his pants.� He liked not having to worry about tiptoeing
around.� In the week he has been living
at his brother's house, he has felt better than he has in a very long
time.� The only thing that still bothered
him was whether he would ever see Eiri again and if he would be snubbed.� Would Eiri pretend their one night of
pleasure never happened?� Or would he
smile and take him into his arms?� The
thought of his blond haired lover tossing him on the streets left him
cold.� The thought of approaching him to
discover which path the writer would take sent his stomach into a nervous
twitch.

Shuichi swallowed back a groan and wrapped his arms about
his middle as his stomach churned.�
Suddenly bile filled Shuichi's mouth.�
He swallowed continuously, as he felt lightheaded once again.� He took deep, even breathes and placed a hand
on his forehead.

�Hey, Shuichi, you look kinda pale.� Are you feeling alright?� asked a sudden
voice from besides him.

Shuichi opened eyes he did not remember closing and
dropped his arms.� He forced himself to
smile at Hiro.� �Fine,� he nodded.� �Just a little nervous.�

Hiro squinted suspiciously at is friend.

Suddenly, it felt like Shuichi was going to be
sick.� Excusing himself, he raced across
the dining room, through the bar and vanished out into the foyer.

Hiro frowned after his green friend.� He looked up and saw Suguru approaching, a
questioning expression on his face.

�What's wrong with him?� the keyboardist asked.

�No idea,� Hiro said truthfully.

��

+---+---+

Shuichi flung open the bathroom door, hearing it crash
into the wall with a loud thud and veered into the nearest stall.� He collapsed to his knees, not bothering to
lock the stall door and emptied the contents of his stomach.

A man standing at the sink washing his hands lifted
his head and squinted at the boy's hunched form in the mirror.� A disgusted sneer curled his lips.� The kid's heaves echoed in the pristine
bathroom.� Disgusting, he thought to
himself.

Shuichi spit into the toilet and sat back.� Resting his back against the side of the
stall, he closed his eyes.� He heard the
auto flush get rid of all evidence of his upset stomach.� He placed a shaking hand over his stomach as
it continued to flip.

Sighing, he slowly stood up and walked shakily to the
sink.� He placed his hands under the
faucet and almost immediately, the water came on.� He splashed water on his face and then using
his cupped hands as a bowl, rinsed out his mouth.� Splashing his face once more, he lifted his
head and gazed at his expression in the mirror.�
Water dripped from his chin.

He blinked when a hand holding a white round object
was suddenly thrust in front of his face.�
Straightening, he took it and turned to see who was being so generous.

�You should carry mints if you have such a weak
stomach,� informed a deep voice.

Shuichi tensed.�
Slowly he raised his head and came face to face with the most gorgeous and
exotic golden hazel eyes he had ever seen in his life, eyes that had haunted
him for the past week.� His breath caught
and his heart skipped a beat.� With a
mind gone blank and a mouth that felt as if it was full of cotton, Shuichi
could only gap at the man.

��

Eiri gave the boy a once over, secretly applauding his
dinner attire.� Shuichi was wearing a
pair of nice, straight lined black suit pants with a matching jacket and tie
over a light, dusty blue button down shirt.

He raised an eyebrow in amusement as he noticed how
tongue-tied his little lover was.� With a
smirk, he gave into temptation and traced a droplet of water down the boy's
cheek with a finger.

Shuichi sighed and tilted his head into the warm touch
of Eiri's hand.� His heart started racing
when Eiri leaned in towards him.� A blush
flushed across his cheeks as Eiri's warm breath caressed his cheek.

�You should dry your face,� Eiri whispered.

Shuichi shivered.

With a self-satisfied smile, the writer patted
Shuichi�s shoulder as he walked out of the bathroom.

Shuichi stood frozen, rooted in place, hearing the man
who had stolen his heart walk out on him once again.� His mind screamed for him to chase after him,
to not let him go!� His heart ached at
the thought of finally getting this close to the man of his dreams only to let
him slip through his fingers.� Afraid he
might never get this chance again; Shuichi turned on his heel and tore out of
the bathroom.� Panting and feeling a
surge of panic race through him, he stood just inside the bar and scanned the
patrons.

�Excuse me, Sir?�
Is everything okay?� asked a heavily accented male voice from behind
him.

Shuichi turned towards a man who looked like he was a
waiter.� �Yes, I'm looking for a tall
blond man.� Did he come this way?�

The waiter nodded.�
�Of course, Sir.� He just
left.�� He pointed out the front door.

�Thank you,� Shuichi cried as he tore through the
foyer and out into the parking lot.� He
scanned the lot and spotted Eiri just as the older man reached his car.� With a renewed burst of energy, Shuichi raced
across the parking lot.� �Eiri!� Eiri!�
Wait!� Please, stop!�

Eiri pressed the car fob and heard the car doors
unlock.� He opened the car door and
started to slip inside when he heard a familiar voice calling out to him.� Half in and half out of the car, Eiri glanced
over his shoulder and saw a blur of color speeding towards him.� Stepping back out of the car, Eiri took a
step forward and suddenly found an extra hundred pounds strapped around his
waist.

Shuichi stood up on his tiptoes and cradled Eiri's
face with his hands.� He kissed the older
man roughly.� He asked for permission to
deepen it by running his tongue along his bottom lip.

Eiri got over his surprise and wrapped his arms around
Shuichi's waist.� Willingly, he opened
his mouth and allowed the boy to explore to his hearts content.� He had a feeling he now had the answer to
that question that has been hounding him all week.

---TBC---

Preview:�
�Promises�

A/N:�
Yeah!� They reunite at last!� But what happens now?� Do they run away together?� Will someone see them together?� And what is with Shuichi and his upset
stomach?� His excuse is �stage fright� or
�hangover� or �nerves�, but could it be a sign of something else?� Stay tuned!!!
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On the Street of Dreams (edited & revised)