Ever since that fateful night, Suguru Fujisaki hasn't been the same…

He has always looked up to his older, smarter, and more talented cousin. Never once in his life did he imagine himself being in a rivaling band against the great Tohma Seguchi. Never once over these past 2 years being in Bad Luck did he think that Shuichi Shindou could shatter his dreams and faith in becoming "the great Suguru Fujisaki", and not just a shadow of his cousin.

How could the small, innocent boy be so cruel?

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Shuichi was in one of his pissy moods this fine afternoon at NG Studious. Not the usually sad or optimistic moods, but the ever so rare aggravated one. Shindou refused to work or do anything that did not involve his precious Novelist.

This was making Suguru very annoyed with the pink haired pop star. Hiroshi was trying to handle the situation as best as he could, but he was failing to do so. Shuichi chose out of all days to refuse any kind of help from anyone.

"You don't understand Hiro! It isn't that simple, y'know!" Shuichi yelled at the top of his lungs, tossing whatever valuable object he had to the ground.

"Yes I do, Shuichi. You know for a fact I would never lie to you." Hiroshi pleaded with his close friend. Things were getting out of hand. It seems as if Shuichi never noticed how wonderful he got it compared to everyone else. The lovely Yuki Eiri, Sakuma Ryuichi on is knees, and all of the fame Bad Luck had to offer. It was never the other two band members that made the headlines, it was always him.

Suguru didn't have men and women drooling over him, he just had himself and his music.

"Why am I always the one who has it the worst?" Shuichi whined, slouching his shoulders while falling to his knees.

That; that was it! Suguru had enough of this little bitch's antics. He couldn't believe the singer could be so selfish and oblivious to the fact that he had everything anyone could possibly dream of.

"I wouldn't be talking. You have everything anyone could want and all you do is throw it away. All because of that little shit head, Eiri Yuki." Suguru growled out, glaring at Shuichi straight on. He stood from behind his keyboard. He was just about to leave when he heard Shuichi's voice chime in the back of his head.

"Listen you little spoiled brat! You're just jealous because I have what you don't! Why you just shut your trap and do your goddamn work!" Shuichi yelled back. Suguru was shocked, did Shuichi really say that?

"Y-yah… you…" Suguru was lost for words, he hung his head in shame not daring to look his bandmate in the eyes. "You'll never be as good as your cousin, you will always just be the little rich back up boy," Shuichi scowled before storming out of the room.

Suguru could feel the tears pooling up in his eyes, they slowly rolled down his cheeks falling onto the smooth keys of his synth. Why? Why the hell did Shuichi have to be so stupid!

He wiped his tears with the back of his shirt before hastily exiting the building.