Hey Guys,

Its Me Again!

I Would Have Posted This Sooner, But I Now Have A Job! WOOT!But Ya I'm Hoping To Make This A Long One, Chapter 2 Will Be Comming Soon, I Just Need To Start It. Lol. Key Word...START! Lol Sorry..Tooooo Much Pepsi...And Junk Food...I Should Really Cut Down.

Well I Won't Keep Those Of You That Actually Read These Little Messages Any Longer.

So On With The Show!

Enjoy

Shuichi looked one last time around the small apartment, which was his home for the past two and a half years. Today, he would be leaving America to return home to Japan. The others of his band, had already departed for the airport earlier that day. The plane was full, so he decided to take the later plane. The others offered to stay back with him, but he refused with a smile and a wave of his hand. It gave him some time to be on his own and think.

Over the two years away from Japan, Shuichi had matured, both physically and mentally. But he was still his old hyper, bouncing off the walls, Shuichi that everyone loved. Just more patient and calm, still emotional, but was better at holding it in, and accepting if something didn't go the way he wanted.

And right now, as he inhaled a deep breath, all he wanted was for Yuki to forgive him. To feel his warm embrace, hell, even the smell of Yuki's brand of cigarette. All Shuichi wanted, was to just to be home.

Stepping backwards out of the apartment, he left the door open for the owner, then, luggage in hand, slowly made his way down the hall. He flicked on his MP3 Player, Theory of a Deadman-Santa Monica, blew lightly through the headphones, he started to hum along to the tune, shifting the bag on his back slightly.

At the end of the hall, Shuichi opened a door that led to the stairwell, he was on the seventh floor. There was an elevator, but today he just wanted things to go slower.

When he reached the main lobby area, he whipped out his cell phone and paged the limo driver that was driving him up too the airport. After dialing the number, he went to go put the cell phone back into its pouch on his hip, but his attention was caught by the floor-to-ceiling high mirror.

His reflection looking at him was basically the same old Shuichi, that had come to America those few years ago. With just a few new additions. His left ear now held two hooped earings, while the right held only one. His hair was still neon pink, with white tips and a few streaks, thanks to the hairstylist screwing up with the timing, but it actually looked really cool. His shoulders were a bit wider, and unseen to the eye, under all his clothes, was a now built body. Across the road was a Gym that everyone in the group went to every now and than, thank to the 'persuasion' from K.

He wore plane orange baggy shorts, and a blue sweater that read "I'm not strange. I'm eccentric."

Running his hand through his strawberry scented hair, Shuichi sighed, and walked through the double doors leading to the streets of downtown Seattle. Walking slightly to his left, he placed down his duffle bag and leaned up against the wall of the apartment.

Flicking off his music, Shuichi's turned his attention intently at the world going by around him. People chatting on cell phones, or talking to companions with them, lovers linked arms, families laughing about there day. Transportation of all kinds driving by, the occasional honking of car horns, or the sounds of breaks screeching to a sudden halt.

Shuichi had one thing on his mind as he watched all of this, 'Where are they all going?'

Whenever he just stopped and looked around, he always wondered that. Where was everyone going in such a hurry? Where did they have to be? What are their lives like? What are they like? He always wondered about what other people were like.

The sound of a car honking twice brought him back to from his world. A sleek black limo sat waiting for him. Shuichi smirked, when he first arrived here the driver would always call him 'Sir', or 'Mr. Shindo', and he would also open the door for him or close it. For a while it was nice, but then after the fourth month passed, it got quite annoying. So he finally asked the driver to call him Shuichi, and to just let him open and close the door. The driver didn't seem to mind.

Picking up his duffle bag, Shuichi made it over to the limo. As he waked through the crowed of people, he could hear low whispers;

"Oh my god, isn't that Shuichi?"

"Look, look it's Shuichi!"

"Did you know that he's returning to Japan? He's been here for two years! Why not just stay and live here?"

At that Shuichi's step fumbled a bit, sure he had been here for a good two years, but it wasn't his home. Opening the door to the limo, he shoved his duffle bag in, and then followed it and closed the door.

Thirty minutes into the drive, Shuichi was already bored, and had gone through 2 cans of Coca-Cola. So he sat there, gazing intently on the moving cell phone in his hand. A rhythmic snapping sound, echoed throughout the limo as Shuichi kept flipping it open and close, open and close. The driver got fed up with it after a while and had asked Shuichi kindly to stop. Shuichi didn't, he was in his own little world once again. So the driver, after heaving an annoyed sigh, rolled up the, soundproof, tinted window that now separates the two of them.

Shuichi wasn't paying attention as he flipped his cell phone open and shut. But whenever he did open it, he would see the number one, which was the speed dial number for Yuki's own cell phone. Shuichi still recalled all of the times he had dialed that one number when he and the others first arrived…And all the times when his calls went unanswered…

He was pulled out of his world, when the car came to a sudden stop, causing him to slide forward, his seatbelt digging into his gut. Glancing out the window as he fixed the belt, he saw that they were now driving through a construction area. The airport visible in the distance.

Relaxing back into his seat, Shuichi once again returned his attention back to his phone. It had been almost 5 months since he last called Yuki.

'One more wouldn't hurt.' He thought sadly, flipping open his phone and pressing number one. Before the phone even reached his ear, he could already ear it ringing. Every time the chime stopped, his heart stopped. Hoping to hear another male voice on the other end. But then, it would ring again, and he would let out the breath that would catch in his lungs.

What felt like an eternity later, Yuki's voice did come onto the phone.

'This is Yuki, I'm not near my phone or I just don't want to take your call. Leave your name and number and I might get back to you.'

His voice was followed shortly after by a 'Beep'.

Without even thinking, Shuichi said, "Hey Yuki…it's me…Um..I know I haven't called in a while, I hope you got my other messages and the parcel I sent a while back." He stopped not knowing what else to say.

"Umm…," he thought quickly trying to think of something to say. Then an idea came to him. If Yuki did want Shuichi to be with him, wouldn't he meet him at the airport when his plane landed in Japan?

"I don't yet have a ride from the airport when my plane lands, I was thinking that maybe you could come and get me. You don't have to though. I can just call Hiro or my mom…I just…miss you….I love you Yuki…"

The limo started to slow down, the front of the airport rushing by slowly. Closing his cell phone, Shuichi undid his seatbelt, grabbed his two bags, and got ready to get out of the car. When the car did come to a full stop, he pushed the door open and stepped out. The limo driver also stepped out to wish Shuichi a safe ride.

Making his way through the airport, Shuichi found the gate, machine the number on his ticket. Boarding, he walked though the crowded narrow hallway. His thoughts echoing off of the wall, but only his ears could hear them.

Minutes later, both his duffel bag, and knapsack were resting in the luggage cubbies above his seat. First class, K made sure that the band was given the best when it came to traveling. A glass of champagne rested lazily in Shuichis hand as he swirled it slightly. The swirling of the golden liquid matched the way his stomach felt, unsettled. Shuichi was nervous. He wanted, yet didn't want Yuki to be there. He was so confused.

A plane attendant walked up to the front of the compartment and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be taking of shortly. So we ask that you finish your drinks quickly and make sure that your seatbelts are fastened, and that anything loose is secured…."

She went on talking about all the safety regulations and everything else they were paid to say and do. Shuichi zoned her voice out of his mind. Chugging back his drink, he handed it to another attendant that was walking by. Looking out his window, he watched as the men below made a final check of the plane. His seatbelt had been long done up. And over the years of traveling on planes, he pretty much knew the safety rules off by heart.

The plane lurched forward, the ground below Shuichis eyes started going by slowly. Accelerating slow at first, but then started gaining more and more faster. Soon Shuichi felt the plane start to rise off of the ground, his ears already starting to pop with the change of air pressure.

Not too long afterwards, the attendant once again made her way to the front of the compartment, announcing that it was now safe for people to remove their seatbelts and wander freely if they liked to. And something about more champagne, which soon after the announcement, sat a glass of it, in Shuichis hand.

An hour later into the flight, Shuichi's attention was turned towards the window once again. Clouds started to fade, as he watched the sun in the distance start to lower itself into the sea. The golden colours of the sun reminding him of Yukis hair. Closing his eyes, he could almost feel the texture of it, and the smell of Yuki's shampoo.

Re-opening his eyes Shuichi thought back two and a half years, to the week before he left for America.

Well what'd you think? Ya I know, it's stupid that I don't have the second chapter ready right after this one so that it would catch you (the reader (s)) attention more. But hey I'm sorry and I am trying my best.

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