Hello everyone! I just wanted to tell you that this is the first fanfiction that I have ever written. I thank everyone who reads it.

Just so you know, I self edited this, which probably wasn't the best choice, but I was too lazy to find a beta reader. So, if you're a beta reader who would like to help me make my stories better leave a comment and I'll contact you. Also if you know any good beta readers feel free to tell me. Thanx!

My writing style is sorta weird (As am I), and I tend to make up a lot of words. Sorry if it confuses you. If there is anything that you really don't understand, tell me and I'll fix it. :)

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Italics are thoughts, "Quotation marks" are speech, and the story is told from both Shuichi's and Yuki's point of view.

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Shuichi Shindou was having an extremely difficult time keeping himself from hurling. NG Studios loomed overhead and threatened to squeeze every last drop of confidence and determination from his cute little body.

Why the hell am I here again? Oh yah… I'm an idiot.

He stood there with his hand wrapped around the handle of the frosted glass door. He was trembling from head to toe. A light sheen of clammy sweat covered his face.

What the hell was I thinking!?! God I am an idiot! I never actually thought that I would be good enough for them to call me back.

Finally, Shuichi was able to muster up the strength to open the damn door. A gust of air conditioned air hit him full on in the face. This place was HUGE! How did they even manage to build this place…I mean come on… the ceiling looked about 10 stories high. There were people hustling and bustling in each and every direction. Cell phones and pagers were going off constantly. How could you live like this?

Shuichi had now lost all confidence in himself. He wished that he could simply curl up on the floor and disappear. How could he face those people again? The last time had nearly killed him and now they expected him to do it again? Shuichi spun around on his heels and started marching straight back the way he had come, but before he was able to pull open the huge doors he heard someone call his name.

Oi! Shindou-san! Shindou-san!

Slowly…ever so slowly, Shuichi turned towards the voice. There stood no other than Tohma Seguchi. Why was Tohma Seguchi down on the main floor, shouting Shuichi's name, while he should have been up in his office waiting for a certain pink-haired pop star to show up for his callback audition? The world may never know. But one thing was for certain. There would be no escape for Shuichi now.

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Yuki Eiri was about to shoot his fucking brains out. He had only gotten about 7,000 fucking reminder calls about his approaching deadline. When will the world learn that deadlines don't mean shit to a person like him. The public will get their damn book when he is good and ready to give it to them. And with an evil little smirk Yuki thought of a new policy. For every call, or fax, or email that was sent reminding him that he had a deadline to meet, the completion of the book would be put off for another day. Of course… he wouldn't be telling anybody of this new idea.

He yanked the phone cord from the wall and popped the battery out of his cell phone. No one was going to bother him anymore tonight. He removed the pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket and lighted one. He took a long drag from the cigarette and his body gave off a sudden shudder. The stress had really been getting to him lately and he could definitely feel it. He took a few more long drags from the cigarette and put it out on an ashtray.

Why did his life have to be so damn annoying? He had everything that he had ever wanted: a huge apartment, plenty of money, and a ton of very willing girls to fuck. But there still seemed to be something missing.

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Shuichi was so surprised that he almost threw the phone. They had actually liked him! They wanted to give him a shot. He had a chance, a real opportunity to do something worthwhile with his life. Who woulda thunk.

"Congratulations Shindou-san. We'll see you first thing Monday morning. Don't be late, and bring the lyrics that you told us about."

"Of course Seguchi-sama! Arigato gozaimasu!!"

After Shuishi had hung up it took him a few minutes for what Tohma had said to register. The…lyrics…the…OH! Those LYRICS! The lyrics that were um… that still weren't finished.

He had to have the lyrics FINISHED by Monday. That was only, uh…(pause and count on fingers)…37 hours away. Well, crapperdoodles.

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Yuki awoke to a furious pounding. At first he thought that it was just the effects of his hangover, but he soon realized that it was coming from the direction of the door. He stood up and groaned. The pounding may have been coming from the door, but he still had one hell of a hangover. He stumbled towards the door and yanked it open. There stood a small framed girl with brown hair and glasses; Yuki's editor.

"I called at least 20 times last night! Why didn't you answer? I haven't heard a word from you in more than a week! What have you been doing all this time? You look horrible!"

Yuki just continued to glare at the woman. "Why are you here exactly?"

"I'm here because if I don't have a finished manuscript to turn in by Monday we are both going to be as good as dead."

"That'd probably be an improvement," Yuki mumbled.

"It is extremely important that you have this book finished as soon as possible. Do you understand me Eiri Yuki!?!"

"Hai…I'll have it done." Yuki began to push the door closed but his editor had grabbed the handle and was pushing it back open.

"By the way Eiri, you do remember that we have a book signing tomorrow evening don't you?"

"A what! Another goddamn book signing?"

"Yes. You are to be there at 6pm sharp. Not one minute later or I'll make you give a speech, personally apologizing to all of your fans."

"All right, fine. Now will you please leave me alone?"

"Goodbye then. See you tomorrow."

Yuki slammed the door shut and stomped back to the couch. Why the hell did this type of shit always happen to him? What the hell had he ever done to deserve this. Book signings were the worst. Hundreds of squeaking, squawking fangirls in every direction. All of them on the edge of hyperventilation and unable to complete a single coherent thought. They come up to him, gasping for air and shoving their breasts in his face. Hadn't even one person ever noticed that he wasn't interested? He didn't like bubble-brained spazz-o-zards.

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Shuichi was freaking out. How could he have the song finished in just one night? He was distracted to easily. Every time he heard a noise or saw a movement his attention would suddenly snap from the lyrics that he had been working on, to whatever else was going on in the world at that moment. It was completely useless.

Was there no place in this whole freaking world that was quiet!?! He pounded his head on the table a few times. The only thing that he succeeded in doing was giving himself a headache. Then he remembered something. Shuichi had always been an extremely loud person. He couldn't help it. The people around him had eventually gotten use to it. But there had been one place where he had always been told to shut it. The LIBRARY! Of course, how many times had he been told to quiet down while at the library? It was always, Shuichi people are reading, Shuichi the library is a place for your inside voice, blah blah blah, yada yada yada. You get the picture.

Shuichi was extremely proud of himself for coming up with something so clever on his own. But he wasn't aware that this trip to the library would be life altering.

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It was Sunday morning and Eiri Yuki was even more pissed off at the world that usual. He still had about two more chapters of his book to finish and he was being forced to attend that damn book signing tonight. He poured himself a large mug of coffee. How the hell would he ever manage to survive without cigarettes, beer, and coffee? I just wouldn't be possible.

He set off to work and before he knew it his book was finished and it was nearing 5:30. He quickly redressed in nicer clothes and ran a comb through his signature blond hair. Not that it mattered. The fangirls would probably still try to molest him if he showed up in a pink tutu and with an afro (O.O). Within 10 minutes he was out the door and on his way to the library.

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Shuichi had arrived at the public library at about noon. He found a quiet corner over by the adult science fiction books (no one would bother him there) and immediately started on his song lyrics. He had completely lost himself in his words and melodies and had managed to make quite a bit of progress. All of his concentration suddenly evaporated though when a chorus of earsplitting screams pierced through him. What in the world could make such a horrible sound? Shuichi assumed that the world must be at its end (finally). He shoved the paper, that contain all of the progress that he had made so far, into his pants pocket and headed in the direction that the horrendous sound was coming from.

That probably wasn't the best decision. Waves of screaming, giggling girls were crashing all around him. Those little buggers were vicious. They bit, tore, scratched…anything to get closer to their idol. Shuichi had to hide under a table to keep from getting hit by the books that were cascading from their shelves. The librarians were horrified. Books were being stepped on, chewed on, thrown, and demolished in many other ways. It was total chaos.

Then Shuichi saw HIM. He stood there with a cheap smile plastered on his face. Shuichi could tell that he was totally disgusted with what he was seeing. But his fans didn't seem to notice, or at least care for that matter. Every few minutes the mystery man would glance around the room and make eye contact with one lucky (or unlucky) fangirl. That girl would then die. There was no way to escape that fate. His gaze caused instant heart attacks. These were always fatal.

Shuichi stayed under that table for what must have been hours. He couldn't stop watching this man. He was truly amazing. Every movement, every breath, every word spoken was godly. Shuichi was in love. Not that he was aware of this at the time. He really had no idea.

Shuichi had lost track of time and it soon became very late. Huge, muscular body guards started the tedious task of shoving the girls (most of whom were now foaming at the mouth) out the door. Soon it was only Shuichi and the godly mystery man. Actually there were other people there, but to Shuichi it felt like it was only the two of them. He crawled out from under the table and started to stumble in the direction of the table where the man had obviously been giving autographs.

Holy hell! Not only is he hot, but he's famous too!

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At fist Yuki thought that the guards must have missed one of the little bitches. I bright pink head was slowly making its way towards him. Books were stalked three or four feet tall all around the table, making it difficult for Yuki to escape. He looked at the approaching figure once again and realized that it was a young boy.

Oh god, now not only do I have screaming girls after me, but teenage boys too!

The boy stopped when he was about two feet away from Yuki.

"May I help you?" asked Yuki with a small forced smile.

"What's your name?" the boy replied.

So um yah. Maybe this kid wasn't the stalker type after all.

"Why are you here?" inquired Yuki.

"I was trying to get some work done. But then there was this mob of estrogen drenched aliens running all over the place, Oh god, I was so scared."

"Yah, sorry 'bout that kid. But I mean why are you HERE?"

"Oh…I wanted to know your name."

"I see. My name is Eiri Yuki," Yuki held out his hand expecting the boy to shake it, but instead the little pink haired twerp fell face first into a stalk of books.

"I'm so sorry! I'll pick these all up for you right away," Yuki watched in horror as the boy tried to restack the books. The only thing he had ended up doing was knocking even more books down.

"Hey kid. You're not helping much. Just leave it there. I'll get someone to get them later."

"Oh…um…ok," said Shuichi as he rose to his feet and stumbled in the direction of the front door.

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Yuki sighed and looked down at the pile of books. There were only a few people left in the library and they all looked like they were busy, so he decided to not be an asshole for once and pick them up himself. He got down on his knees and started grabbing copies of his newest love story from off the floor. Yuki's hand brushed a piece of paper that was sticking out from underneath one of the books. It was very light pink with little purple roses along the edges.

One of those drooling fangirls probably dropped a love letter hoping that I would find it. Well lucky them, I did.

But when Yuki unfolded the letter it did not contain a declaration of love. Instead it was covered with large sloppy writing that looked like it had been done in pink marker. Yuki had a hard time following the sentences. Lines were crossed out and then rewritten. Finally he was able to decipher the message. It seemed to be a poem of some sort. To be honest, it wasn't very good. But there was something there, something hidden between the elementary lines. The words told a story; held a deeper meaning. Love? Suffering? Yuki could only tell that somewhere deep inside his usually cold heart, a spark had ignited.

He quickly shoved the piece of paper deep in his pocket and looks around to make sure that no one had seen him. Did one of his fans write this? If so, maybe at least one of his fans wasn't completely idiotic after all. But he just couldn't imagine it. He knew that his books appealed to whiney teenage girls; they just ate up all that shit about true love and happiness. This didn't seem like it had been written by such a person. Who had written this poem and why were they at his book signing?

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Shuichi ran all the way back home. Who was that man and why did he make him feel like this? Sure, he was good looking, but Shuichi was having a hard time even thinking. He couldn't get the man out of his mind. He couldn't concentrate on anything except for the blond that he had seen at the library. Oh god, he was going insane.

At least he would have something to keep his mind busy tomorrow. His first day working for NG Studios started the next morning. Good thing he was nearly finished with that song. If he put in another hour or so tonight he could probably have it finished. Shuichi walked over to his desk and sat down. He reached his hand into his pants pocket to retrieve that sheet that held his lyrics. Panic shot through him when he realized that his pocket was empty. Where was the paper? Did he drop it on his way back from the library?

Shuichi sprung from his seat and shot out the front door. It was now raining outside. Lightning and thunder exploded above his head. Shuichi shuddered. There really was no use in looking tonight. Even if he had dropped it on the sidewalk, it would have been washed away by now.

Shuichi slowly trudged back towards his front door. At least he wasn't thinking about the man in the library anymore.

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Yuki returned to his apartment in a slight daze. Why was he being affected so much by a piece of paper? What was it about this poem that made it stand out to him so much? It was just too beautiful. He needed to find the person who had written this. He hadn't felt this drawn to another human being in many years.

Yuki pulled out the piece of paper and read over it once again. This person had truly poured out their entire heart and soul when they had written this. He carefully refolded the paper and placed it under his pillow. Before he fell asleep Yuki decided that he would return to the library the next day. He was sure that he wouldn't be able to locate the person who owned the paper, but at least he could try.

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When Shuichi woke the next morning he felt extremely sick. How could he show up today without the lyrics. They were counting on him. He has been given the opportunity of a lifetime, and then turned around and flushed it all down the toilet. He grabbed a pencil and a notepad and tried to remember the lyrics that he had written. His mind was completely blank. All inspiration was now gone.

Shuichi glanced at the clock. It said 6:00 am. He still had about an hour and a half before he had to be at the studio. Maybe if he could retrace his steps. The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed to be that he could have dropped the lyrics while he was still at the library. It had been out of control in there with all the screaming girls. There was a chance that the paper may still be there.

Shuichi jumped out of bed and dressed quickly in a pair of baggy cargo pants and an oversized tee shirt. He dashed out the door, hoping that the library would be open this early.

Shuichi was lucky. The library was opening its doors just as he arrived. "You're up early," said one of the librarians when he entered.

"Yes ma'am. I was wondering if anyone had found a piece of pink paper here yesterday. I think I may have dropped it and I really do need it. It had purple roses along the edges and writing all over it."

"I'm sorry. I haven't seen anything like that I'm afraid. I'll ask around though. What's your name and phone number? We'll give you a call if we find it."

"Um… My name is Shuichi Shindou and my cell number is 935-7362. If you find it please call me as soon as possible."

"Of course. Have a nice day Shindou-san."

Shuichi walked slowly out the front door of the library. Now he was totally depressed.

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Yuki walked into the library just after it had opened. He still didn't know what exactly he was looking for. He glanced around the room but the only person in the building was a librarian sitting at the checkout counter. He really was stupid, but he felt like he had to do something.

Yuki approached the counter. The librarian smiled when she saw his face. She obviously remembered him from the day before. "Hello, can I help you?"

"Um…yes. Actually I was wondering, uh… if anyone had lost a piece of paper yesterday," Yuki felt extremely stupid for asking this. Who reports a missing piece of paper anyway?

"Actually, yes. I had a young boy in here just a few minutes ago. He said that he lost a pink piece of paper with roses on it, and asked for it to be returned to him as soon as possible."

Yuki couldn't believe what he was hearing. Pink with roses, he had actually found the owner of the paper.

"Um, could I ask what he looked like?"

"Well. I'd say he was rather small. About 4'9'' or so and he had bright pink hair. Not hard to miss."

That boy! The pink haired boy that had knocked down all of his books. He WROTE this!

"Excuse me Eiri-sama, but I could give you his name and number if you would like. He left them with me and asked that he be contacted immediately if the paper was found. Do you have it?"

"Yes. I believe I do. That sounds good. I'll call him right away. It sounds like this paper is important to him."

"Hear you go," The librarian handed Yuki an index card that had the name Shuichi Shindou on it. Underneath that was a phone number. So this was the person that had been on his mind for the past 10 hours. A boy named Shuichi.

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Hope you enjoyed it! I'm just getting started writing so constructive criticism is welcome, but no flames please!

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