HellRat: Hello everyone! Long time no type!

Shuichi: Yay HellRat's back!

HellRat: Yes, I have returned a better writer with big plans! So this is the rewritten chapter 1 of A Lost Shuichi! Tell me your thoughts, especially those who have read the original.

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Shuichi ran from one side of the bedroom to the next, grabbing clothes out of drawers and stuffed animals out of closets and shoving it all into a bag. Tears stained his face as he muttered to himself incoherently. Yuki silently stepping into the doorway, observing the boy before lighting the cigarette in his mouth, bringing Shuichi's attention to him.

"What are you doing brat?" Yuki questioned, glaring at the boy.

Shuichi frowned and zipped up the bag with far more force than needed. "Did you sleep with her?" He asked with his back to the man. When no answer came Shuichi spoke again now turning to the blond. "The girl from the concert last night! Did you sleep with her!?"

"Is that what this is all about?" Yuki removed the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled the smoke. "No, I didn't sleep with her."

The room was silent for a moment, Shuichi shaking where he stood. "What about while I was away on my tour, I was told you slept with many girls while I was away!" Yuki visibly froze, his eyes widened in shock as he listened to Shuichi yelling. "It is true isn't it!? You fucking asshole!" Shuichi grabbed the bag and ran past Yuki causing the man to stumble.

"I didn't sleep with anyone!" Yuki yelled back but the boy was long out the door. "Damn brat!" Yuki took a deep breath of the cigarette eying the door. 'He'll be back in a few days.'

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Two weeks later

Yuki sat in front of his computer staring at the empty chair next to him. He had stopped writing some time ago as his mind was brought to the boy who had not returned in the whole of two weeks. The man grabbed his phone off the desk dialing a familiar number before placing it against his ear.

"Hello?" Spoke a voice on the phone.

"Tohma, I need to see the brat, is he in the building?" There was a long somewhat unnerving pause on Tohmas end.

"I'm sorry Yuki, Mr Shindou requested a leave of absence," Tohma explained.

"What?"

"The tour was very successful and Mr Shindou thought it would be good for the band to take a small break while he went away to write more music for another album. He left a week ago to "travel for inspiration" as he put it. I thought you knew." Tohmas words hit Yuki right at his core, the man was perfectly still in his seat seeming almost unfazed by the news.

"Where is he?" Yuki asked.

"I'm afraid I don't know."

"Is Nakano in the building?"

"Why yes, he is in a meeting with K-" Yuki hung up the phone before Tohma was finished speaking, he moved swiftly to the bedroom changing into clothing more appropriate for walking around outside his apartment.

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N-G Recording

Hiro, K and Fujisaki sat in a meeting room watching the recording of the closing show to there tour. "Shuichi was really on fire that day," Hiro commented watching the singer move.

"Next album tour should be even better. Shuichi email me his lyrics so I can write the music," Fujisaki said eying the first set of lyrics Shuichi had already sent him. "He is writing very quickly and very well."

"Anger does that." Hiro crossed his arms now glaring at the video.

The door to the room swung open and one Eiri Yuki entered the room his cold eyes landing right on Hiro. "Where is he?" He asked.

Hiro leaned back in his chair glaring daggers at the man before him. "Even if I knew that, why on Earth would I tell you asshole?"

Yuki crossed the room in two steps grabbing a hold of Hiro's shirt and lifting him from his seat. "Whoever told him I slept with anyone was lying, he ran off before I could explain. Now, I need to find the idiot before he does something really stupid," Yuki said, his nose almost right against Hiro's.

K stood up leaning on the table. "Mr Yuki, I can honestly say that none of us know where Shuichi is, he has only been communicating through email and refuses to tell any of us where he is."

Yuki let go of the red head, his eyes dropping to the floor. "Who told him... who told those lies?"

"I'm sorry, he didn't say." Hiro genuinely wished he could help Yuki, but Shuichi was gone and Hiro wasn't sure he would ever listen to the man again.

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Time pass summery

Shuichi finished all the album music six months later, but even then Yuki couldn't seem to reach him, the boy wouldn't tell anyone at N-G where he was staying and was careful to insure Yuki wouldn't know when he was at N-G, even Tohma was having trouble keeping track of the boy. Then, after several months of working on the album Shuichi left for a world tour to promote it. Yuki knew chasing him around the world would do him no good so he waited. When Bad Luck returned home for the last show of the tour, Yuki was there, but when he went back stage to see Shuichi the singer had already left to "find more inspiration for his music", and the search began again. After almost two years, Yuki was able to find him.

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United States, California

A taxi dropped Yuki off in front of a small house, it wasn't anything terribly grand, two story white house with a tree. The blond walked up the stone walk to the front door immediately ringing the door bell. From the other side he could hear shuffling and possibly someone fall down the stairs, he had found the right place. The door opened and he was met with a very tired looking Shuichi wearing only a tank and shorts. The boy stared at him wide eyed for a moment before he seemed to bring himself back to Earth.

"What the hell do you want?" Yuki was shocked, Shuichi had spoken but it wasn't him, the voice was cold and dark, his eyes were sharp and cold watching him like he was a spider that needed to be killed.

"You damn brat, I came to get you." If it was the battle of the cold stares Yuki was determined to win.

"Well you can fuck off and go home asshole," Shuichi growled moving to close the door. Yuki caught it pushing it back open and walking inside.

"I'm not going back with out you." Yuki was getting angry, not because he had come all this way but because Shuichi shouldn't be like this. The boy was an idiot, a selfish, stubborn idiot, but now he was cold and rude and... Yuki.

"Oh, now you give a damn about me? You didn't even bat an eye when I left." Shuichi crossed his arms taking a seat on the black leather couch.

"It's not my fault you believe anything you're told. I never slept with anyone else, not then," Yuki stepped up to lean on the arm rest next to Shuichi. "Not now."

"But I have," Shuichi smirked at him. A chill made its way through Yuki, Shuichi didn't smirk, it just wasn't normal. "In fact, I've had many lovers the past year."

The silence in the room was thick, but Yuki was pondering what Shuichi had said before he spoke again. "You're a bad liar." Shuichi's smirk dropped into a frown and a cold stare. "You haven't been with anyone this whole time." It wasn't a question, Yuki could tell.

Shuichi pushed Yuki away as he went to his feet and walked towards the stairs. "Fuck off." With that, the singer disappeared up the steps. Yuki sat down where Shuichi was only a moment ago. The singer was not a boy anymore, his hair had grown out to his shoulders, his eyes were cold and darker and he had filled out, all in the course of 20 months. Yuki wasn't sure what he was going to do, what he was sure of was that he couldn't stand seeing Shuichi like that, like Yuki.

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HellRat: There you have it! I'm already working on chapter two so hopefully the wait won't be to bad. Feels good to be back!

Yuki: Why is it so easy to believe I would be a cheater?

Hiro: To be fair, you are an ass.

HellRat: A really sexy ass!

Shuichi: REVIEW!