Chapter One

People always tell you to remember the good times, but how is that possible when all the good times you remember bring pain in your heart? This is the questions Shun kept asking himself over, and over again. With every sip of alcohol came more and more memories, and the more, and more he needed another drink. Every night he felt lonely, even though he was surrounded by people. He felt abandon, even though he had the suport of his co workers. After the slip of Vidoll, all the members went in their own direction. Giru promised to keep in touch with Shun, which didn't happen. Giru was busy with his new band, and his new life. As was Shun, but what hurt him more, was he owned the bar that he, and Giru both decorated together. Giru was all around Shun, which depressed him.

"Shun, you should go home. Its slow tonight. I can close up." Takara said, rubbing Shun's back.

Takara was Shun closest friend outside of the music world. When Vidoll broke up, Shun's new dream, along with Takara's dream merged together to form J-Style Karoke Bar. What made this bar unique was that there was a live back up band to play. There was a stage, and a screen across the stage so you could easily read the lyrics. There was a small open space below the stage for a small crowd. lining the other three walls of the bar was a full alcohol bar, one two portions were used for alcohol. Then the other portion was used as a snack bar, offering soft drinks, teas, and all kinds of water. Food was anywhere between pea nuts, to sushi, and and even some soups. Weeknights were usually slow, so Shun and Takara normally closed early. But tonight was acceptionally early, Shun nodded in agreement, not wanting to stay there any longer then he had too. Takara helped Shun up. Shun's body swayed from the alochol, his brown hair fell infront of his face, blocking his already blurry vision. Takara was just strong enough to get Shun into a taxi safely. Takara was very peteite for a boy. His face was perfectly round, with long choppy black hair. He refused to admit his true eye color was brown, so he wore ice blue colored contacts. His skin was milky white, his lips almost too plump to be called a mans lips. His body was perfectly curved. Takara's hands were firm on his hips, as he watched the taxi drive off. Takara walked back to the bar, only to lock it up. His heels clicking against the ground as he walked back to his house for some much needed rest.

Giru sat in the bands recording studio. His legs crossed one over the other, his guitar in his lap, as he randomly played nothing. Kirito was sitting on the black leather sofa sleeping, his brother laying in his lap also sleeping. The band was exhausted. And Giru wanted a change. The feelings of being back in Tokyo after a long tour made his feelings skyrocket. It was different when he wasn't in Japan. When Giru was on tour, his mind didn't have time to think of Shun. Between the shows, and the fansignings, and the parties, Giru's mind was constantly on the go. Now back in Japan, he couldn't stop thinking about his past. What he would give to be able to go over to Shun's right now, and wrap his arms around him, and tell him how much he missed him.

"Dude, just go over there." Kohta offered, "I'm tired of seeing you so depressed."

"Thanks, but its not that simple. I haven't talked to him in over a year. He's probably over me by now." Giru said sulking even more.

"Hes probably hurting just as much as you are." Kohta said.

"Seriously, if your going to sit there, and feel sorry for yourself then you probably dont deserve Shun." Kirito said, his eyes still closed, as his head rested on the back of the couch.

"You know bro, you can be real heartless sometimes." Kohta said.

"You love it!" Kirito said with sacasm.

"I think I'm just going to take a walk." Giru said, excusing himself.

Giru walked the streets of Tokyo. It was mid afternoon, the sun was warm on his face. His hands stuffed into his pockets of his tight black skinny jeans. Giru didn't know exactly where he was going, so he just casually walked down which ever road sounded good to him at the time. He wasn't too focused on finding anything to do. He just wanted to get away. He wanted to be able to wash all his memories away, he wanted to be able to be happy again. He was so caught up in walking to nowhere, that he didn't even notice how late it was, or the fact that it had been dark for hours already. He decided he would turn around and go back to the studio, surely no one would be there when he got back.

Giru looked up to see where he was at, he turned to his left, and let his jaw drop. He rubbed his eyes. It couldn't be. He didn't come all the way over here. Why of all places would he end up here, out of every place in Tokyo he ended up at J-Style Karoke bar. The sign was still lit up. He put one foot in the street wanting to cross. Just then the lights on the sign turned off. Giru knew it was his only chance to catch Shun. He ran across the street, as a brightly dressed, Takara stepped out.

"Giru!" Takara said in surprise.

"Oh hey Tara." Tara was the nickname Giru gave him when they first met. He could never remember Takara.

"Tara... Wow... I haven't been called that since you left." Takara said, "How are you?" Takara asked giving Giru a light hug.

"I'm great! Yeah, we just got done with the tour, and were just relaxing, and... Hows Shun doing? I mean... Is he ..." Giru stumbled on his words, not wanting to make it obvious he was missing him.

"How do you think he feels?" Takara asked.

"Is he inside?"

"No, you just missed him. He's ... No, nevermind. You need to find out on your own." Takara said before walking off.

"Find what out?" But Takara kept walking, "Hey... Find what out? Where's Shun?"

"Sleeping." Takara answered.

Giru stumbled back against the the wall of the bar, and sat down. He tried to comprehend what Takara met. Was Shun hurting just as much as him? Was he ready to move on? Was he happy? After all Shun never went to sleep this early unless there was something to be done, if you know what I mean. The thoughts swirled around Giru's head, forcing tears to run down his face. He rested his head in his knee's silently crying himself into a deep sleep.


I'm soooooooo super excited to start writing a jrock fic again! Anyways, this is the first chapter. Let me know how you guys like it!