I'm getting good at this writing chapters thing. I pretty much did this whole thing in one day. Ha. Beat that.
One Year, Five Months earlier.
Dial.
Ring. Ring.
"Moshi Moshi? Yuki Eiri speaking."
Breathe.
"…Shuichi?"
Hang up.
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Snow.
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Chapter Four
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Present day.
Imperial Hotel.
Tokyo, Japan.
Everything was sparkly.
Glitter.
Glitter.
Glitter.
Sparkle.
Sparkle.
Sparkle.
Ryuichi laughed giddily to Kumagoro and waved bye-bye to sparkly Shu-chan's pretty pretty friends.
Shuichi himself left and went to go find Mr. Grumpy-pants author man but Ryu stayed and played with Dolly-chan, Autumn-chan and Danny-kun.
"Buh-bye minna!"
He had lots of fun.
After Dolly-chan gave him the magic that made everything sparkly, she decided to have a tea party and they all dressed up, even Kumagoro. And the tea sparkly sparkle sparkled and the sandwiches danced for him.
Autumn-chan said that was normal at Dolly's tea parties.
The magic was fun.
He wanted more but he knew Tohma would never let him. He always took away the fun things. Mean Tohma.
But, Ryuichi reasoned to himself, what Tohma didn't know wouldn't hurt him. And Ryu wasn't about to tell him.
"You won't tell him either, will you Kuma-chan?" He asked.
Kuma shook his head.
Ryu beamed at him. Kumagoro knew how to keep a secret.
Kumagoro liked the magic too; it made his fur go all pretty and twinkling.
"Sparkle, sparkle Kumagoro!" He sung, waving the rabbit around.
Kuma asked him to stop as he was getting sick.
"Sorry Kuma! Na no da!"
Kumagoro laughed and said he forgave him. He said he understood that the magic made Ryuichi act sparkly.
"Hey, Sakuma-san! What are you doing here?" Ryuichi spun around three times before his gaze fell on the speaker.
"You're…smokin'!" Ryuichi winked.
Hiro scratched his head. "Um…what?"
"Your head is on fire!" Ryu laughed manically.
Hiro gave him a weird look. "Is this where Shu is staying?"
"What kind of shoes?"
"Shu…ichi. Is this where Shindou Shuichi is staying?"
"I like sneakers but Mika-Mika likes to wear pointy high shoes that hurt when she kicks yo…yes he's staying on the top floor, penthouse." Ryuichi switched sentences randomly.
Hiro raised an eyebrow. "Right…Hey, does Seguchi-san know you're here?"
"…No…" Ryuichi's eyes suddenly welled up. "You won't tell him though? He'll get all mean and won't let me come back!"
"Hey," Hiro gave him a reassuring pat on the back. "Don't worry Ryuichi, your secret's safe with me."
Ryuichi grinned at him. "Domo Arigato Mr. Robato!" He bounced off down the hallway.
Hiro shook his head, "Weird guy…" before continuing on his way.
"What should we do now Kuma-chan?"
Kumagoro thought for a minute and then suggested they go visit Tats. Ryuichi squealed and threw him in the air and caught him. Kuma frowned at him.
"Oops, sorry Kumagoro. I forgot." He hugged the rabbit in apology.
"Pardon me…"
Ryuichi jumped as a hand came down firmly on his shoulder. "Eek! Kumagoro! Protect me!" He held the rabbit up between himself and then unknown attacker.
"Erm…" The man trailed off.
Ryu peeked around Kumagoro curiously.
The man was tall and foreign and the magic made him look even taller like one of those giants in the stories Noriko-chan sometimes read him. He smiled down at Ryuichi in a way he seemed to think was comforting.
"Noooooo!" Ryu screamed and flailed wildly. "Get away from my magic beans!"
The giant blinked. "I beg your pardon?" His British accent was quite pronounced and Ryuichi had a little trouble understand it.
"Fee fi fo fum to you too!!"
"Ah, I see who you've been congregating with." The giant sighed and ran a hang through his greying blonde hair.
Ryuichi stopped struggling. "Congra-what?" He asked, quizzically tilting his head.
"Hanging out? I think that's what the slang is these days." The giant laughed.
Kumagoro whispered that he was starting to like the man.
"Me too." Ryu confided.
"Hmm?" Giant-man bent down to Ryuichi's height and peered at Kumagoro. Kuma stared back unabashedly. "And who is this little fellow then?"
"This is Kumagoro!" Ryuichi said proudly. "And I'm Ryuichi Sakuma!"
"Oh how rude of me! My name is Redford Rothford."
Ryuichi giggled.
"It's a funny name isn't it! We like to have nice English names in my family. My daughter is called Dolores. I call her Lolita as a pet name."
Ryuichi grinned. "I don't have a daughter. But Nori-chan does! Na no da!"
"Na no da? What a curious expression! It reminds me of a friend I'm trying to find."
"Oh really?" Ryuichi's eyes lit up. "What is your friend called? Maybe I can help you find them! Na no da! After all, two eyes are better than one!"
Redford Rothford laughed. "Indeed they are! My friend is actually a group of friends. They're all in a band called Rampage. Their names are Dolly Rampage, Autumn Rose, Danny Starr and Shu Snow. Do you really think you could help me find them?"
Ryuichi almost burst with excitement!
What are the odds? Kumagoro said.
"Wow!" He clapped his hands together elatedly. Kumagoro squeaked but Ryu didn't hear him. "What a funny coincidence! Ha, ha. I was just playing with them!"
Redford looked pleased. "Right here in this hotel?"
Ryuichi nodded. "Yuss!"
"Oh that is fantastic news!"
"Are you Shuichi's friend?" Ryuichi asked.
"In a way. I'm his…manager. We've been trying to track down the naughty things for days!"
"Ooh! Did they run away?" Ryuichi asked, chewing on Kumagoro's ear.
"Like little rabbits." Red-giant pinched Kumagoro's ear and shook it slightly.
Kumagoro frowned.
Ryuichi shifted him out of the giant's grasp as subtly as he could without offending him.
Tohma said it was very important not to hurt people's feelings. Silly Tohma!
Like he could talk. He hurt people's feelings all the time. Especially Ryuichi's when he wouldn't let Tats-kun come to see Ryu sometimes.
That reminded Ryuichi that he was going to go visit his playmate.
Hopefully Tats would be finished with the boring old temple work and have time to play. Ryuichi hoped he was still in his monk clothes; Tat-kun looked pretty in his traditional robes.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Redfish Roof-fish, but me and Kuma have to go see Tats. Mmkay? Thank you, Bye-bye!" He ran off through the hotel lobby without waiting for an answer.
Redford Rothford watched him go with a slight smile. "No Mr. Sakuma. Thank you."
Present day.
The Park.
Tokyo, Japan.
Eiri Yuki hated being reminded.
He was a champion at the art of blocking out the things he didn't want to remember.
Removing all items that may cause him to recall, distancing himself from anyone who might invoke a memory. If there was a contest for shoving unwanted thoughts into a locked drawer in the depths of the mind, he would win hands down.
But there was one person who always always managed to elude his mental spring-clean.
Shuichi Shindou was like the vivid on his mind's whiteboard.
He just. Wouldn't. Freaking. Erase.
Stuck there like age-old graffiti. Super-gluing his annoying reminders onto every square inch of Eiri's mind.
The scent of strawberries trailing past him on a breeze threw an image of ridiculous pink hair into his head. A long forgotten sock with an immature cow-print found behind the couch during his vigorous scouring of the apartment reminded him of the kid's annoying habit of running inside with socks on and skidding on the wooden floor.
He couldn't even watch television anymore without it showing a favourite program or some sort of asinine advertisement that had evoked a laugh once upon a time. Tatsuha had been banned from his apartment because he couldn't stand the sound of the brat's favourite band anymore. And don't even get him started on Nakano.
He considered moving to New York, Chicago, London…New Zealand!
Any where that would get him away from any and all reminder of Shuichi Shindou. But then, it occurred to him while taking down his suitcase, what if he came back?
So he resigned himself to a life of Shuichi.
Where the brat's best friend was now his best friend, where Nittle Grasper sounded throughout his apartment just to keep it from being too silent and where strawberry pocky still had a place in his cupboards – even if he never ate it.
And he still took his evening walks in the park which was still, in his mind, referred to as 'their park'.
He was positively disgusted with himself.
Eiri blew out a cloud of smoke, not bothering to create any fancy rings or clever shapes, and leant against the railing at 'their spot'.
'Their spot'? What the fuck was he on?
When had Eiri Yuki, unemotional bastard and certified heartbreaker, become so damn soft?
Soft, docile, yielding, supple, a doormat; his mind automatically provided him with several substitute synonyms.
Their place.
Their park.
'Their' didn't exist anymore.
There was no 'them'.
'They' ceased to be.
Extinguished.
Gone.
Vanished.
Vamoose.
Any and all hope of reviving their relationship was killed off (assassinated more like) with the announcement that Shuichi, his Shuichi, was married.
And not just to anyone.
He just had to pick the most vicious, mouthy, presumptuous, aggravating, irritable, wanton female Eiri had ever met.
And no, he wasn't biased in the slightest.
She sat there, on his lap, like it was her place, her right.
Stupid tramp.
With her ridiculously short skirt and her smirking red lips. What the fuck did he see in her?
Even her mere presence was annoying.
And she glared at him.
Glared.
As if she was trying to warn him off from what was his property.
Like he'd stand for that. Silly little girl, trying to challenge, to intimidate him. How naïve.
Dolly – what kind of a name is that anyway? – had better watch her step, Eiri abruptly decided.
Why should he stand there and watch as his brat was taken away from his by some bimbo blonde? Who cared if they were married? It's not as if it stopped him before.
A trace of something, a smirk, played about his lips and he lit up another cigarette, suddenly feeling better than he had in years.
This would be fun.
It wouldn't even be a challenge.
Taking back his brat would be a piece of fucking strawberry shortcake.
The click of someone's shoes hitting a rock across the path snapped him out of his thoughts. His gold eyes flicked around, surveying his surroundings and came to rest on an approaching figure with a ridiculous hat.
A feeling of déjà vu came over him as the figure, who had obviously spotted him as well, halted a distance of ten metres away from him.
He could just make out the ridiculous outfit, which apparently went with the hat, in the dark.
The figure appeared to be wearing fitted trousers with an open smoking jacket from which a silk cravat protruded. The hat itself was an overly tall top hat with a comically large playing-card tucked into the satin band.
Eiri thought he looked like an idiot.
The person shoved their hands in their pockets and continued to stroll towards him until they stopped right in front of him.
Eiri realised it was his idiot.
"Nice night for it…" Shuichi said airily.
Under the light of the street lamp above them, Eiri could make out even more details in the absurd outfit. Like the fact that it was purple.
Aubergine in fact.
An aubergine velvet suit with a turquoise cravat.
It gave Eiri a headache just looking at it.
Tonal harmonisation was never the kid's strong point after all.
The band surrounding the black top hat was also the stinging shade of turquoise while the card protruding from it was an ace of spades.
Eiri took another drag on his cigarette. "And just what are you supposed to be?"
Shuichi looked at him oddly.
Eiri privately thought that was a bit rich of him.
"I'm the mad hatter of course." He said slowly as if a moron could have known.
That was rich of him too…moron.
Eiri decided to be charming. If he was going to steal away Shuichi from that hag, he'd need to be in his good books.
"It's a very clever depiction. You look…nice."
Dammit! This was harder than he thought.
How was it that he could charm the pants off any woman without even trying yet couldn't think of one good compliment for one guy.
Nice.
He hated 'nice'.
'Nice' is the least descriptive word in the English language.
And he called himself an author…
Shuichi frowned. "Don't do that."
"Do what?" Eiri said, putting every ounce of allure in his well-endowed body into those two words.
"Compliment me. It's…" He paused to think of a word.
Eiri thought of several; disconcerting, alarming, confusing, bewildering–
"…weird."
Or that would do.
"Whatever. Being pleasant to you is too much effort anyway."
Shuichi grinned. "There's the Eiri I know and love."
They both froze.
Um…what?
Shuichi made the mistake of looking up. He made eye contact and quickly inspected the ground awkwardly instead.
"…in a completely platonic way?" He amended.
Not for long, Eiri schemed.
"So, what brings you to my neck of the woods?" He asked boredly.
Shuichi sighed and leant against the railing beside him, staring up into the sky. "Well…apparently we need to talk."
"Oh yeah?" Eiri snorted. "Says who?"
"Autumn."
"She would." Eiri muttered.
"Danny says it would be 'detrimental to my mental health not to'…Wait, what?"
"Who?" Eiri asked, ignoring the question.
Shuichi looked at him doubtfully but decided to let it go. "Danny Starr, my drummer. He's a total nerd…or an 'intellectual' as he likes to call it. He's also a huge fan of you…r books."
"Oh really?" Eiri smirked. "Sounds like a good conversationalist, unlike some people. I might have to check him out."
He watched the brief look of jealousy flash onto Shuichi's face with an internal smirk.
That brat never could conceal his emotions. And frankly, it was nice to see at least some aspect of the old Shuichi.
This new model was unfamiliar, it made him slightly uncomfortable. Even his face looked different.
It was more…feminine, he decided.
Shuichi had obviously lost a lot of weight at some point; it made his cheeks more sunken and caused his cheekbones to become more pronounced. He lost his constant tan in the London climate and the resulting ivory complexion just enhanced his…prettiness.
Or it could just be because he was wearing makeup, Eiri thought drolly.
While he was studying Shuichi the kid himself was watching him right back. He appeared to be hungrily drinking in every detail of Eiri's face like he wanted to permanently imprint it in his memory.
This, Eiri decided, was too easy.
"So…Shu-chan."
He watched the emotions the nickname invoked flit across his brat's face with a sense of pleasure.
"You wanted to talk right?"
Shuichi nodded.
"Alright then. Dinner's on me."
Present day.
Imperial Hotel.
Tokyo, Japan.
Hiro decided not to dwell too much on the strange singer. He needed to focus on why he was here.
He was going to go see his formerly-AWOL best friend and get, if necessary strangle, some answers out of him.
Sounds like a plan.
He hadn't really gotten a good chance to speak with him before.
Perhaps he was a little hasty in attacking Shuichi but dammit! He disappears for over two years and suddenly he's back and expects everything to be dandy?
That was so…Shuichi.
Despite his faults, he loved the selfish little guy and was happy he was back.
After he pummels him for not inviting him to the wedding.
Seriously?
Was a damn postcard too much to ask for?!
Calm down, he told himself, we're going to talk to Shuichi calmly and sensibly.
And then we are going to rub it in Eiri Yuki's face that we got to do it first.
He chuckled aloud at that thought.
"Right."
He stood at the plain white door, at the end of a plainly decorated hallway, which separated him from his long-lost best friend.
"Let's do this."
One step.
And another.
And another.
Now we're getting into the pattern.
Almost there.
A little further.
Stop.
He was there. Now all that stands in his path is a plain white door.
It seemed ridiculous. All that stands before him and Shu is a piece of painted wood.
What was he so afraid of?
This was Shuichi.
The guy he grew up with.
The guy who's complete and utter determination, and bone-headedness, won them a record deal with NG.
The guy who came to him and cried on his shoulder on an almost daily basis.
This was Shuichi.
His attempt to console himself wasn't working in the least.
The fact was…that wasn't Shuichi.
The bubblegum-haired, loud, emotional spitfire that was his mental image of his best friend didn't fit in with the cool suave elegant man with the fancy accent.
They were technically both Shuichi.
But he only knew how to be friends with one of them.
So here he is.
Staring at a painted door.
Scared out of his mind at what was behind it.
He dragged a shaking hand through his long red hair and banished the fear.
Shuichi was Shuichi. Best friends, no matter what.
He knocked.
There was a crashing sound, the tinkle of broken china and a bout of maniacal laughter. Hiro swallowed suddenly feeling very unsure of himself.
"Oh my god! Would you guys shut up?"
The door flew open.
It was the girl from before, wearing a pair of rabbit ears. The one who fell on him in the café. She recognised him too and her smile widened. "Hey! You're my hero!"
Hiro returned her grin. "Hey yourself. Summer right?"
"Autumn," She correctly, waving a casual hand. "But whatever, it's still a season."
"Autumn. Right." Hiro committed it to memory. "Um, is Shuichi home?"
The girl winced. "Dude! You just missed him."
Hiro felt disappointment weigh down in his stomach. "Oh."
"Yeah, he went to go have a deep and meaningful with Eiri."
Damn.
"Okay, sorry for bothering you. See you Autumn." He turned to leave.
"Hey wait!"
"Huh?" He looked over his shoulder.
"You, um," She toyed with one of her dreads. "You can hang out with us you know. Like, until he comes back."
He turned round fully. "Really?"
She blushed. "Yeah! I mean, we're kind of mad, and I can't really guarantee that you'll come out of it with your sanity intact…or your clothing. But the invitation's there."
Hiro considered it. On the one hand he could…what? Go home? Wait for another opportunity? There wasn't really anything to compare it with.
"I'd like that." He said.
She beamed. "Come on, the tea's getting cold."
"…tea?"
She flashed him a wicked grin. "Yep...it's herbal."
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Present day.
La Belle Epoch.
Tokyo, Japan.
La Belle Epoch was built for lasting impressions.
It was the chosen eating place of the elite and those with cash to spare. But there was no chance getting in without reserving months ahead…unless you were Eiri Yuki and had a close friendship with the owner.
The author smirked as he boldly led his companion past the lines of objecting couples in their finery.
"Hey! We were here first! We've had these reservations for months!"
"Shhh, don't you know who that is?"
Eiri felt amused that they were so dressed up while he was wearing a midnight blue shirt, casually undone to the third button and black dress slacks and the brat was wearing his lurid Wonderland outfit.
He smiled winningly at the female maître d who returned it with a bow. "Good evening Uesugi-sama. May I assist in aquiring you and your lovely companion a table?" She clicked her fingers and a young man in waiter's finery appeared instantly. "Take special care of Uesugi-sama and his guest, Taro-kun."
"Of course." The boy, Taro, bowed. "This way sir."
They followed him through the maze of tables to a slightly more secluded area near the edge of the room. They thanked him and sat down.
Taro disappeared and reappeared with a bottle of champagne. "With compliments from Murakami Ai-sama." He said, popping the bottle with a practised ease and pouring it into two crystal flutes.
"Who?" Shuichi asked with a mild interest.
"The owner." Yuki hissed.
Shuichi shrugged. "All right. Tell her thanks."
Eiri rolled his eyes.
"Yes sir." Taro bowed again. "Would you like to look at the entrée menu sir?"
"No need." Eiri shook his head. "Forget starters. I'll have fillet mignon; medium rare, and duck for the kid."
The waiter bowed again and left.
Shuichi looked over with an amused smirk. "Ordering for me?"
"I enjoy enhancing your cultural culinary awareness." Eiri replied smoothly.
"For all you know I could be a sophisticated connoisseur of cultural culinary delights." Shu replied with a sparkle in his eye.
"I doubt it." Eiri responded.
"Is this a date?" Shuichi demanded.
"You really don't piss around do you?"
"You didn't answer."
"You're the one who suggested we 'talk'." Eiri shot back.
"You're the one who decided we'd do it over dinner in a classy French restaurant." Shuichi took a gulp of the champagne.
Eiri frowned. "Steady on. You really don't want to get trashed this early on."
Shuichi gave a rueful smile. "Wow, you really don't know me anymore, Eiri."
Eiri snorted. "Fine. Let's play twenty questions. I ask one, you ask one and so on. I'll start."
He tried to think of an easy question, to ease Shu into it before he started hitting hard.
"You haven't cried at all the entire time I've seen you. Why?"
Shuichi shrugged. "I don't remember how to."
Eiri raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
Shuichi shook his finger at him. "Nuh-uh! My turn. What the fuck is up with you and Hiro? You guys dating or what?"
Eiri smirked at the blatant probing. "After you…left," fucked off, ran away, abandoned me "We kind of bonded over it. Became…friends." He chewed the unfamiliar word in his mouth.
Taro returned laden with steaming artfully decorated plates he placed in front of them.
Shuichi took a bite. "Hmm…you're right. This is good."
Eiri hid his smirk under the guise of tasting his own food. It was a symphony of flavours, as was to be expected for sixteen thousand yen a plate.
"So," he said as Shuichi swallowed. "What's your favourite of my books?"
He had been curious as to whether Shuichi had actually read any of them after referring to them as 'sappy love novels'. Considering he killed any chance at a happy ending in every single one he didn't see how they could be classed as 'sappy'. They were barely in the romance category.
He allowed the singer a brief moment of thought before tapping his finger in a show of impatience to hurry him along.
Shu got the hint but continued to milk it for a few more seconds. "Your latest."
Eiri appraised him. "It's not out yet." He pointed out.
Shuichi shot him a wicked grin. "Yes, but each one is better than the last so I'm just going along with the pattern." He batted his eyes, mock-flirtation.
Eiri was beginning to like this side of Shuichi. He wondered how he missed it before.
"Unless you make an epic fail with this one in which case I would choose 'Gravitation'." The brat added with badly-concealed delight.
"Ah."
That book.
The one that happened to have written in it; 'For Shuichi – as if you'll ever read this.'
The book he'd more than once caught himself referring to as 'Shu's book'. Only in his mind of course but that such a sappy thought had occurred was nauseating.
Shuichi, it appeared, was well aware of this and spent a few moments basking in his discomfort.
That brat.
"Your favourite song of mine?" Shuichi was apparently done with his mental gloating.
Time for a little payback.
"In the moonlight." He replied promptly.
Shuichi blushed and dipped his head to hide it. Eiri took great delight in watching those pale cheeks stain with colour as the blood rushed in.
It caused his blood to rush to…other areas.
If this was then he would have stood up immediately, taken the brat home and had his way with him all night long. But this was not then. This was now and the brat was now otherwise occupied bed wise.
He cast a haughty glare at the plain platinum band on Shuichi's finger. He would have gotten the kid a diamond.
If he'd ever actually planned to propose.
This was ludicrous. It was a primitive urge to take back what was his. Shuichi gets hitched to someone else and he decides he wants to.
He'd never had dreams of a marital union with the brat before; he'd been perfectly comfortable with where they were at the time. And he thought Shuichi was too.
"Why did you leave?"
Shuichi looked startled at the abrupt comment. Eiri didn't have time for silly little impatient gestures like tapping his finger this time. His direct gaze was focused completely on the one opposite him.
Shuichi's tongue flicked out to moisten his lips and he took a generous drink of champagne. Finally he sighed. "The thing is…"
Eiri leaned forwards in subconscious anticipation.
"…I don't remember."
Eiri deflated.
Shuichi looked directly at him. "...but, I kind of wish I could."
Eiri realised that he wasn't the only one skilled in the art of repressing unwanted memories.
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Present Day.
NG Records.
Tokyo, Japan.
K was a suspicious person.
This gut instinct he had that pretty much every single person he meets is going to attempt to stab him in the back had saved his ass on more than one occasion. So, he stuck with it.
This was especially the case in dealing with his vivacious wife who, though he meant the world to her and she to him, wouldn't baulk at screwing him over to get her own way.
This was proven time and time again, cementing his distrust for the world into his very being.
This suspicion was what brought him here, to this very spot, fishing for information on a computer he really was not supposed to be using.
Oh well, it's not as if Tohma would notice if he…'borrowed' it for a bit. The CEO had a collection of information that would prove very valuable to his cause.
This was potentially a matter of life or death for his charge.
After all, technically, since Shuichi never verbally said he was quitting the band, he was still part of Bad Luck and thus was lucky enough to still have K as his manager.
K therefore had his best interests at heart.
Ah, screw it.
He was curious.
He brought up the celebrity profiles for the members of popular British band 'Rampage'.
Autumn Rose: Autumn Rainbow Sunburst Moonshine Rose ((…she wasn't kidding when she said her parents were hippies…))
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Mother: Sarah "Serenity" Rose. (Deceased.)
Father: Klaus "Cloud" Floyd Rose. (Deceased.)
Ethnicity: American.
Age: 24
Height: 5'3
K scanned down the rest of the profile and rested on the section 'Additional notes'. Well, isn't that interesting? He smirked to himself and brought up the next one.
Danny Starr: Dhanesh Sarin
Hair: Brown/Blonde
Eyes: Brown
Mother: Anna Sarin (mother)
Father: Parag Sarin (father)
Ethnicity: Indian/British.
Age: 26
Height: 6'1
Shu Snow: Shuichi Shindou
Hair: Blonde. (("What?" K muttered to himself))
Eyes: Violet.
Mother: Shizuka Shindou (mother)
Father: Makoto Shindou (father) (Deceased.)
Ethnicity: Japanese
Age: 22
Height: 5'5
Dolly Rampage: …
K smirked.
"…bingo."
What has K found out? And who is the mysterious new Redford Rothford? And what the hell happened in that tea party? Who knows? I know. Cassie knows. You'll know…eventually. As well as the truth behind their visit...and about Shuichi's hair colour. Review and I update a lot faster… not really but I still like to read them.
Edit 10/10/08: I realise that I wrote the wrong age for Shuichi. It annoyed me so i've changed it. Therefore i had to change Autumn's age too. XOXO
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