Authors Note:First of all, so I don't have to translate every single word the people say, let's just pretend that everytime the people speak, they're speaking Japanese. Because, let's face it, Ruki's english sucks. (As does Kai's, Reita's and everyone else) The words that are meant to be spoken in english will be bold and underlined.

Second of all, I know where the guys' birthplaces are, as in the prefectures (kind of like states in Japan) where they were born in. I don't know which town/city they lived in, so we'll just go with the prettiest name I pick!

Third of all, no flaming for this story. My friend Moriko has been begging me for it and I finally gave in. It's not about Reila, completely. Sorry. It's about her little sister (which, of course, probably didn't exist) and her best friend (who also didn't exist), trying to get by after her death.

And...I have no idea who Reila is. Ruki isn't my bff (haha, I wish) and he hasn't told me about her. I just heard a rumor that sounded interesting, suggesting that the song Reila was written for Ruki's ex-girlfriend that had committed suicide. I'm not saying it's true, cause God knows, but I thought it'd be interesting to put with the story.

I tried to make it as much like the guys and their lives as I could. Reviews, comments and praising is excepted. :) So is constructive critisism. But flaming is frowned upon!

I don't own GazettE, Reila, Japan (cause they won't sell. D: ) or...anything else. :)

All record company's: Except PSC, are probably made up. Peace and Smile Company is real. J-Glam is also real. :D

For Reference:

Ruki: Matsumoto Takenori

Uruha: Takshima Kouyou

Aoi: Shiroyama Yuu

Reita: Suzuki Akira

Kai: Uke Yukata

Domo Arigato,

xxxxx Amaya Arashi

Chapter 1: Timeline.

Aurora walked into the house at 4:30 PM after school, just like every other school day. She shurgged her jacket off her shoulders and hung it on the rack as she slid off her shoes and put them with all the other shoes beside the door. It was cold today in Kanagawa, for some reason.

"Hello?" She called, her voice echoing in the halls. "Anybody home?"

There was only silence. She sighed.

It was strange. Usually Reila was home by now. Sometimes she dragged Takenori, her boyfriend, and Natsu, her best friend, with her. Maybe her and Takenori had went out after school...

The thought of Takenori made Aurora giggle as she walked up the stairs. He was so cute. Of course, he was only her height, maybe a centimeter or two taller, and she usually didn't like short guys. But he was cute beyond all reasoning. And his eyes were beautiful.

Sure, it was the typical sibling relationship with Relia and Aurora, Aurora having the biggest crush on her older sisters boyfriend. But she'd assure you, she wasn't planning on snatching Take-kun anytime soon. And she was definatly sure he wouldn't be straying either...

Then again, Reila was incredibly beautiful. She had that long, dark wavy hair that even when she had it up, it fell to her waist. Her eyes were amazing and bright, even though when she got depressed they lost that light. She was the kindest, sweetest person someone could ask for.

As Aurora was walking up the stairs, smiling to herself, there was a knock on the door that had her turning on her heel and whistling as she rushed to answer it.

"Takenori-san?" She raised an eyebrow, looking around for her sister but finding her nowhere.

Takenori was still clad in his soccer uniform, a little sweaty and breathing heavily as he grinned at her.

"Hey, Neko-chan."

She grimaced. "Don't call me that."

He laughed. "I'm just kidding with you. Is Reila home?"

"Uh, no, I thought she was with you." Aurora shook her head.

There was a sudden burst of loud music from upstairs and they both looked up.

"Oh-kay..." Aurora scratched her head. "Guess she is home. Come on in."

He shrugged and stepped inside before removing his cleats.

Aurora lead him up the stairs, throwing her bookbag in front of her room before walking towards Reila's room at the end of the hall.

"Reila-chan?" She called in a sing-song voice.

She sighed as she knocked on the door. No answer.

She reached for the door-knob.

The moment she touched that coppery surface, she knew something was wrong. Like, ESP or something.

She froze.

"Rory-chan?" Takenori nudged her arm.

She snapped out of it, smiling shyly over her shoulder at him before twisting the door-knob. When the door opened, the loud noise of X-Japan filled their ears.

They looked for Reila...

And there she was, face down and lying in a pool of her own blood on the floor. There was a sharp kitchen knife in her hands, her wrists brutally cut open and still bleeding.

"Reila!"

Rory screamed as her and Takenori raced forward.

In the process of trying to get to her sister, Auroro knocked over the stereo and it clattered to the floor, Endless Rain coming to a complete hault.

Takenori was beside her as she dropped to her knees in the blood. He touched her shoulder.

"Relia?" He asked, shaking her a little.

He flipped her over and they both winced when her lifeless eyes gazed up at them.

"No..." Rory sobbed, her cheeks wet. "Onii-chan..."

"Reila!" Takenori yelled, shaking her limp body. "Damn it, Reila, wake up!"

"Takenori!" Rory's shaking hands grabbed his wrists. "Please don't..."

He looked over at her, beginning to reach for her, but she reached for Reila instead.

Takenori snapped out of it and belatedly checked for a pulse as his tears streamed down his face. None. She wasn't breathing. It was hopeless.

"Go call the police." He whispered to Rory.

"What's the point?" Rory sobbed. "She's dead. Fucking dead. My sisters dead."

"I know that!" He yelled.

She flinched.

Rory didn't say another word. She stood, blood dripping off her brand new designer jeans. She ran to the living room and grabbed the phone, dialing slowly.

In the process, she unbuttoned her pants and ripped them off, throwing them against the wall.

"Hello, police department, what's your emergency?"

Rory sobbed. "My sister comitted suicide."

That was the day her sister died. That was the day everything changed.

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Rory stood beside Natsu at the funeral. Natsu held the girl in her arms as Rory cried on her shoulder. Kira and Kouyou were at her side. Akira had his hand on her shoulder, keeping her steady as Rory's mother spoke.

She felt tears behind her eyes, but she didn't dare cry. Not in front of Rory. Not in front of Reila.

Yet again, Natsu looked around.

And, yet again, he was nowhere to be found.

After the police got to Reila's house and taken his statement, Takenori had disappeared. Akira said he was at his house, hiding in his room. Natsu always shook her head, expecting better of him. And now he wasn't there...At her funeral. It was disgraceful.

Kouyou rubbed a hand on her back and she remembered her friends prescence. Akira, Kouyou, Takenori and Reila had been her friends. Reila her best friend. They would always be there for her. Even Reila was there...

Why?

Her mind suddenly screamed. Why did you leave?

Reila was usually a strong person. Sometimes she got depressed, but she didn't stay in her funk long. She usually got over it quickly, especially when Takenori or Rory was around. But she had done this. She had killed herself.

Natsu knew she had always been the stronger one in thier friendship, always there for Reila and listening to her problems, but Reila should've never resorted to this...

Natsu sniffed as she remembered what Reila's last words were to her. She had gone over them over and over, realizing she should've known this was coming.

Akira's hand tightened on her shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her and kissed her on her forehead, like he always did. It was comforting. Like a brotherly gesture that had her nuzzling her head into his strong chest.

Those last words...Take care of Rory-chan, will you?

Yeah, sure. Natsu had raised an eyebrow.

See ya tomorrow! Reila hadn't said smiled as she walked out of the English As A Second Language classroom.

Uh-huh. See ya.

So she had went off to her locker, breaking up the fight between Akira and Kouyou that had been boiling. Why did she always have to be thier mother, honestly?

Natsu closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips."Reila..."She whispered, only loud enough for herself to hear.

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Rory saw Takenori's car pull into graduation. She tightened her jacket and narrowed her eyes at him.

Two weeks. Two weeks he hadn't said a word, he hadn't called, hadn't went to school for the most part, and he didn't come to Reila's would've been graduating today...

Rory pushed the thought out of her head and she walked up and pulled on Takenori's shoulder.

"Hey, stranger." She said coldly, shivering a little.

"Rory-chan? What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Seeing if you would show." She said through her chattering teeth.

"You're going to freeze to death." He said, shrugging off his jacket and putting it over her shoulders.

"Takenori, where have you been?" She demanded.

He looked at the ground, his eyes full of grief.

"You weren't at her funeral." Rory said softly.

"I was." He said quickly. "But I didn't want anyone to see me."

"Natsu-chan was angry." Rory sighed. "I was worried. Are you okay?"

"Of course..." He said roughly.

"Take-san, we're all hurting." She said. "You don't have to hurt alone. You don't have to be so scared full of silence..."

He shook his head. "If I want to keep to myself, I can."

"You can." She nodded and she reached out and touched his shoulder. "But you don't have to."

"I have to get to graduation." He said stiffly. "Keep the jacket. Good-bye, Neko-chan."

She didn't even try to tell him not to call her that horrible name. She tried to speak long enough to tell him to wait, not to leave her. But he kept walking, not turning back.

She felt frosty tears on her cheeks as she realized her Reila's Takenori was gone. He had left with her.

But Rory wouldn't give up. She'd bring Takenori back from the dead, ressurect him, if you will. No matter how long it took.

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Takenori stopped soccer. He never touched the soccer ball again. Instead, he disappeared for long periods of time with his "bands."

Natsu mainly hung with Rory as Akira and Kouyou went along with him, to make sure he didn't off himself. Rory had finished high school, graduating a year after Reila would have. She didn't go to college. She took up guitar, already knowing how to play piano, and Natsu taught her.

In no time, the girl was writing songs. Amazing songs that only the two of them understood, with beautiful piano and guitar parts. Natsu had supplied the bass and drum parts, already knowing how to play them a bit, learning from Akira how to play bass and just hitting away at the drums until she got it right. When they had somehow recorded one of her songs, it was pretty good.

"I like it." Akira nodded, Kouyou agreeing.

"A little emo, but good."

"Ya think?" Natsu smiled down at where Rory was sleeping on the couch, passed out next to her guitar. "She's doing good. What about Takenori?"

Kouyou shrugged. "He's okay. Takenori is Takenori. Emo as ever, shy as ever, short as ever. He still refuses to come and see her though."

He nodded to Rory.

"Will he go see Reila?" Natsu asked.

"No." Akira shook his head.

Natsu sighed. "I hope he's okay."

"He should be." Akira said. "The band's doing okay."

"I still can't believe you named it something as boring as Gazette." Natsu shook her head. "Honestly."

"Hey, don't diss." Kouyou stuck his tongue out at her.

"How's Yune and Aoi?" Natsu as she stood and walked over to pick up Rory's guitar and placing it in the stand.

"Boring and hyper." Akira scratched the back of his head. "Yune's thinking about leaving, but Aoi's trying to talk him out of it. And someone's been sneaking Aoi sugar, because I swear he's gotten more energetic."

"I blame Takenori." Natsu snickered.

"Doesn't everybody?" Kouyou chuckled.

"Yeah." She nodded.

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Rory threw the phone at the wall.

"Damn it!" She said as it shattered against it.

"What is it?" Natsu asked walking in, a panicked look in her eyes.

"Takenori, the bastard..." She cried, wiping her eyes. "The first time he's called me in four years and he only tells me he's leaving!"

"What? Leaving? For where?" Natsu asked.
"Tokyo." Rory muttered. "They got signed again."

"To which label?" Natsu asked as she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket.

"PS somthing..." She said. "I hate him."

"No, you don't." Natsu sighed. "He's just being Takenori. You know him. Besides, you know he'll be okay. Gazette's doing really good."

"I know..." She swallowed hard. "I miss him so much."

"I know you do." Natsu walked up and put her arms around her friend. "But we've got to learn to deal with things. You know, that producer called about your demo."

"What? Really?" Rory looked up at Natsu with glassy eyes.

"Yeah, he said he wanted to hear more." Natsu patted Rory's back. "You never know, you might be getting signed soon."

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"Who knows." Rory sighed. "Tokyo's a big city, Nat-chan."

"No, duh." Natsu muttered. "He's gotta be here somewhere."

"Well, you have fun looking." Rory rolled her eyes. "I have a photoshoot to get to."

"Alright, alright!" Natsu ran after Rory to the car. "You popstars and your photoshoots."

"I'm not a popstar." Rory argued as she got into the passengerside door. "I'm a solo artist. There's difference."

"Hardly." Natsu smiled from the drivers seat. "Let's get going."

When she turned on the care they froze.

"Reila."

They both looked at the radio as the music started up. They glanced at each other, not believing thier ears. Natsu knew Takenori's voice when she heard it. And she was definatly hearing it now.

"After meeting, how many wounds are needed just for support? When you are harsh, other people learn from it. Reality in the eye of the burning, scar you full of silence-"

Rory hit the radio off. She stared out the wind-sheild.

"Rory?" Natsu whispered.

"We have to go." Rory said roughly.

"Right." Natsu nodded.

Rory bit her lip as she stared at the unbelievable traffic and pedestrians.

He had used her line. "Scar you full of silence," she had said it back in the parking lot, during graduation. The last time she had seen him face to face. She still had his jacket at the apartment, though it smelled nothing like him anymore.

She wanted to see him again.

PSC label, eh? She'd call them up this afternoon...

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Takenori ran a hand through his hair. His friends, his bandmates were behind him, as he walked towards the conference room. Today was supposed to be his day off. Hell, he was supposed to have a whole month off. What the hell did thier manager need so bad that he had to pull him out of his sleeping time to tell them?

"Take-chan, I'm tired." Yuu whined.

"Yuu, he's going to hit you if you call him that again this early in the morning." Yutaka warned him, like the mother goose he was.

"Yuta-chan, I'm tired." Yuu whined again.

"Ugh, Aoi!" Akira groaned, using the guitarist's fake name. "Quit it. Please? I can't stand it when you whine."

"Akira-chan, I'm tired." Yuu smirked.

Akira glared at him.

"This better be fucking good." Takenori said through gritted teeth.

He swung the door to the conference room open, and stopped dead.

Rory was standing there, with her sunglasses on, tapping her foot as she glanced at her watch. She looked a lot better from when he had seen her last time. Her burgundy hair was longer, wavyier, just like her sisters had been. Her skin was a little pale, but he was guessing it was the make-up.

Natsu was sitting on the couch, sunglasses also on and earbuds in her ears and she tapped her foot and bobbed her head to the beat.
"Natsu-chan!" Akira and Kouyou said at the same time, as they ran towards thier old friend and attack-hugged her.

Natsu's eyes went wide until she realized it was then, then she only laughed and hugged them back.

"Rory." Takenori choked.

"Rory-chan!" Yuu ran up and hugged her.

"Aoi-san." Rory laughed a little. "Hey."

Takenori swallowed hard. He ran a hand through his blond hair again, trying to straighten it.

He'd almost forgotten it was the beginning of May again.

"Take-san, do I not get a hug?" She asked, smiling as she took off her glasses and revealed those bright blue eyes. "Six years is a long time."

"It is." Takenori grinned weakly as he walked up and hugged her.

She nearly grabbed him and crushed him to her. She closed her eyes as she took in the scent of him. After all this time, it still hadn't changed.

"I missed you." She said into his shoulder, surprised to find her voice breaking.

"Aw, Neko-chan..." Takenori pressed his lips to her hair, liking the sandlewood scent of it.

"Ugh." She sniffed, rolling her eyes as she pulled back from him. "Takenori, you're so persistant."

Across the room, Kouyou was bouncing with excitement as Akira kept on trying to steal Natsu's iPod.

"What'da we got here?" He said as he finally snatched it. "I see, X, Luna Sea...Still never change. Miyavi? Nice. Who are all these people?"

"English artists." She smiled. "I'm fluent in French and English now."

"Nuh-uh, say something." Akira tested her.

"Akira-chan, you're so stupid. You probably don't even know what I'm saying." She giggled.

"I heard stupid in there somewhere." He grimaced. "And I know what that means."

Natsu laughed, glancing back to where the other guy stood, leaning against the wall, giving them thier moment.

"Who's he?" She asked.

"Yutaka. Slash Kai." Akira laughed.

"Hey! Yutaka-san!" She called. "Come here!"

He raised an eyebrow, but obeyed.

"Hi." She waved. "I'm Natsu. You looked lonely. Are you the drummer that replaced Yune?"

"Yes." He nodded.

"Cool!" She smiled. "Never liked him anyways."

"Yutaka is like our mother." Kouyou snickered.

"Ah, well, we have that in common." Natsu laughed. "I used to have to babysit these guys in high school. It was horrible. Ugh."

She shivered at the memory before pinching both thier cheeks.

"But now they've all grown up!" She sniffed playfully. "I feel so old!"

Akira rolled his eyes. "Drama queen."

"Watch it, mister." Natsu narrowed her eyes. "You might be all grown up, but I can still slam you into a locker."

Yutaka laughed.

Rory watched them from across the room. "You know, I heard Reila the other day. I liked the 30 to 45 seconds I heard of it. You used my line. And my piano melody."

"Oh, sorry." He shrugged. "Guess I should've asked you."
She laughed. "I don't mind. I just wanted to know if you were, you know, still scared full of silence."

"Not so much." He half smiled. "Time heals a little."

"Hmm." She nodded. "You manager tells me your off for a month. You know Reila's memorial is two weeks from now."

"Yeah..." He looked down.

"Me and Natsu were planning on a little road trip." Rory half-smiled. "I was wondering if you would come with us."

"I can't...I...have to...my dogs." He struggled for an excuse.

"Your manager's taking them over to your mom's house as we speak." She smirked. "I'm clever. And I have you trapped, Take-san. You're not running away from me again."

He looked up at her, his eye soft. "I'm sorry."

"The past." She waved it off before calling over to the guys. "Akira! Kouyou! Wanna go on a road trip?"

"We don't have anything better to do." Akira shrugged. "Sure."

"I wanna go!" Yuu said loudly.

"Sure, sure, Yuu." Rory giggled.

"Hey, Yutaka, you should come, too." Natsu suggested. "It could be a good chance to clear your musical mind. And I might need help taking care of all these teenagers."

"We are not teenagers." Akira argued.

"I'm older than him." Yuu claimed.

"So, wanna come?" Natsu looked hopeful.

Yutaka sighed, smiling and making Natsu do a double-take.

Boy that boy had a smile.

"Sure." He nodded.

Comments:

Not all the chapters are going to be this long. Promise. This one's just long cause of the whole time-line thing. XD hope you liked. Review, please!!!