Legaldruglover: Hay, my 1st story that I'm putting up on this account! I WOULD OVE PPL TO REVIEW! Seeing as how I have about, oh lets say, FOUR chapters already done, I'll be kind if some ppl review!BWAHAHAHAHAHA! OH and just to warn you, up ahead there is major fluff in parts. Some one chewed me out for making Yuki too kind. Welp, its fanfiction ppls, cant live with it, Deal with it. Cant do that, then just leave, Thank you.

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Summery: This is my way from what would happen to Shuichi after he was raped, and the after math of it. Mainly, I turned around the hole of the story.

Track 13 Remix

Shuichi sprinted, breathing deeply as the mob of girls chased him, and not for the first time he wished that he hadn't been seen.

There was no way he would make it to Hiro's place; this probably was going to make him have to hide some where for awhile. He jumped quickly behind a pillar and was surprised when it actually fooled the mob.

A hand suddenly grabbed him and he gave a yelp of surprise but his mouth was covered. Hot breath blew on his neck as some one murmured in his ear," Hush, they'll hear you."

The man let him go and he quickly spun around to see that he was a young man, with dark black hair, sunglasses, and a hat.

"You're famous now Shindou Shuichi. You can't just go out in public and expect no one to notice you. Put some effort into it, nothing fancy; sunglasses, a hat, it's all you need," Shuichi looked to the man with a happy thankful look and said," So who are you."

The man faltered, throwing off his sunglasses and hat, while shouting," I'm the lead singer of Ask! I'm Taki Aizawa!"

Shuichi stared at him numbly emitting a small," Oh," when the mob was back and began to chase him. Taki grabbed his arm and gruffly shoved him into a parking lot and in a car.

"Hay thanks for saving my ass back their sourpuss! I guess I was all wrong about you, you're not as bad as I had thought!" Shuichi shouted out with joy as him and his newly found 'friend' sat laughing together.

"Yah, it's fun being famous," Aizawa agreed joyfully.

"That was my very first time being chased by a mob," said Shuichi as he tried to calm down a bit," I kind of liked it!"

"Yah," Aizawa chuckled," it never gets old."

Their, was a pause as Shuichi sobered," Yah. I guess I kind of learned something today. No matter what, there is going to be a down side to being famous. You're always being watched. When you go to the movies, the park, or even, dating," His voice started to crack and he covered his face with his hands, trying to calm himself down so he did start bawling like a baby.

"That Eiri Yuki cat dumped yah, eh?" Aizawa questioned.

Shuichi looked up in shock, not saying a word.

"How did you know about us?" he asked bewildered.

Aizawa grinned," Actually it was just a hunch- until now."

Shuichi covered his mouth in shock as he continued to stair at the other man. The door opened revealing two other men, one a blond haired paled eyed American looking boy, the other a dark haired and skinned boy.

Shuichi quickly stood up and made a move for the door, but the men quickly restrained him," Aizawa you basted . . . what?"

Suddenly he shut up as the blonde haired man lifted his shirt and opened the button to his pants.

"What the hell?" he shouted as fear and surprise ran threw his body numbing him.

"Shut him up," once Aizawa uttered those words one of the men hurled a large fist into Shuichi's gut, causing him to double up in pain with a small grunt as the one who held him threw him to the ground.

"Now Shindou Shuichi, we have some thing's to discuss," Shuichi's eyes filled with fear as he trembled.

Aizawa grinned at the obvious display of fear," Quit Bad Luck, and never return to the singing career, or else I'll make both you, and you're lover boy, Eiri Yuki, pay."

Hiro sat at home, quietly reading the news paper as the soft ticks of the clock echoed threw out the living room. He tried to ignore the fact that he was very worried about his red headed friend, Shindou Shuichi, but the young man's face wouldn't leave his vision.

Throwing down the newspaper with a sigh of aggravation, Hiro looked up at the clock, which was a cat with a swinging tail. 11:37. it was late, so late, in fact, Hiro's imagination took place making him think of all the horrible things that could have happened to his life long buddy.

Getting off the couch he dashed to the door, grabbed his jacket, and snatched his keys off the table, slamming the door behind him as he went to go to the only place he could think of.

The only sound that was left behind was the constant tick of the clock, and the persistent rings of the phone.

"No, pleas, pleas Hiro pick up the phone!" Shuichi begged silently, tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. He had planned to call his friend to pick him up, as for he could not walk another step, but as of yet things were looking worse and worse.

"Sorry I'm not at the phone right now . . . ," Hiro's answering machine mockingly echoed threw his mind. The beep rand dully threw his ears, and he wondered if he should leave a message. Thinking better he hung up, the same stumped look on his face, as if he couldn't believe this was happening.

Shivering, he rubbed his hands together. He, in all honesty, was in horrible condition. But his only plan's were to pretend that it was nothing, and let only Hiro know that he had been raped. But, as he sat their in the chilly night air in a the dark secluded alleyway of Japan, he couldn't help but still feel their roaming hands, groping at him, hurting him, and the pain coming from his lower side.

"Yuki never would hurt me like that," he murmured a tear sliding down his soft cheek," He never did. . . Maybe. . ." Suddenly a glint came to his teary blue eyes as he picked up his cell. Looking at it for a moment he started to dial a number he knew by heart.

Eiri Yuki sat with a cold stair as he watched his uninvited guest, Shuichi's best friend, Hiro, glare at him.

"You're almost as worse as the kid," he droned out," except the kid never broke my door down."

Hiro growled warningly his way and Eiri raised an eyebrow, wondering if it were just the kid and his freaky friend that growled like that, or if it was just the norm for their generation.

"Ok, Yuki-KUN, I have had about enough of you," Hiro growled out," where is Shuichi!"

Not a muscle flinched on Yuki's face, but his eyes darkened, and a strange demeanor came about him.

"What do you mean?" his voice was cold and sharp, like normal, but, if you knew him well, one would be able to detect a darker tone to it.

"What I mean is I haven't heard from him since . . . since he was crying about how you dumped him! He was suppose to be at my house hours ago, and I know Shuichi can really be a air head sometimes and be a little late, but never this late and he wasn't even at work , and. . . And, and. . . ."Hiro stopped their a loss for words as worry became evident on his face and fear made all anger disappear," I was really hoping you would know ware he is, even if you are a bastard to him."

Fear filled Yuki like water would a glass. He found it hard to keep his breathing in check, and absent mindedly he dropped his cigarette into his bowl of soup.

"What?" He growled out menacingly.

Hiro was about to continue when the phone rang.

Both looked to each other.

Yuki got of the couch as quick as possible without looking rushed and snatched the phone off the hook.

"Eiri Yuki speaking," he said in a would-be casual voice. All he heard on the other end was a sniffle," Hello?" his eyes betrayed none of his emotions, but his heart practically bled as he could only think of Shuichi being on the other line.

"Yuki," A deep breath was heard on the other end followed by a sob," I'm not crying." Shuichi quickly said, a few more sniffles then," I. . . I need a ride, if it wouldn't be too much. I . . . I know you said you don't wanna see me no more but. . But," Shuichi's voice started to brake off their, full fledge sobs making their way to Yuki's ears.

"Hush," Yuki snapped, not meaning to sound so angry, but he was practically frantic to know what happened to the strawberry haired singer. After his short statement the sob's quickly died down," Of course I don't mind, you can come on over and tell me all about it. Just stop whining would yah."

Hiro made a growling sound in the back ground but one look from Yuki's fierce eyes silenced him.

"Y. . . Yes Yuki. Arigato. A. . ano Aishitaru," there was a long silence to fallow after that, then Yuki responded," You're welcome. Where are you? Are you ok? "

"I'm in an ally. Uhh, you know that supermarket I went and got that shirt for you? The Bad Ass one. It's just across the street from that," He sounded as if he were desperately trying to make a topic of conversation, and sound normal, but his voice was strained, pain laced threw it easily, and it sounded like was going to brake down crying any minute now.

Yuki sighed in relief," Ok I'll be there to pick you up."

And with that he hung up.

Turning back to Hiro he glared at him," Well I'm on my way to pick him up, so do yourself a favor and leave, and go home. I don't think Shuichi is in the mood to have very many visitors."

Hiro looked like he really did want to argue about that, but instead he nodded obediently and, after slight hesitation, he stopped at the broken doorway and said coolly," You'd better take good care of my buddy, Eiri Yuki. You're all he cares for." Then in a quieter voice he murmured," You don't know how lucky you are."

With that he left down the dark hallway and in seconds he was herd zooming off into the night.

Eiri looked out the window and murmured before leaving," Aishitaru, Shu-kun."

Lin3: soooo how did yah like it? It actually didn't turn out how I wanted it too, it was just so fast paced and all. I'll probably redo it and make it more detailed if I am bugged about it. If no one minds, but me, then I'll most likely keep it the way it is.

Well please review.