Ano... Rei is very sad. The reason is Rei received nowhere near the number of reviews for chapter 12 as she did for chapter 11. Rei is feeling very uninspired at this point. Rei is NOT happy. For that reason, she is considering being extremely evil... a decision of how to express this evilness will be reached at a later time. MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Luckily for minna, I passed my road test and got my driver's license on the first try... yay! cheers So I will be nice to my readers and provide a nice, juicy, angsty chapter... enjoy!

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To anyone who cares to know, STLF is at its heart! No worries! There are still many more chapters to go before it ends... this is the end of the beginning or the beginning of the end. We are at the point when the keyword here is CHANGE. Don't understand yet? Read on to find out what I'm talking about...

Change is important... it's what makes us human. We can change our nature and break our mold. That links closely to the idea of CHOICE... each of us have the ability to make our own decisions.

Gomen... just thought that these words of wisdom might be useful to some of you... or maybe you have all known this and I'm the slow one. If you can't tell yet, I've been going through many changes in my life... and it's affecting my style of writing. smiles

Credits: The lyrics of 'Reflection' belong solely to Fishy-chan... I only used a small piece in this chapter.

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Regular italicized writing indicates thoughts

Bold italicized writing indicates conscience

Chapter 13: Morning After the Nightmare

The blonde man closed his eyes he faced his greatest fear. It was the one that had held him back for seven years. The one that had made him who he was today.

"Yuki...." He breathed the name almost inaudibly. The wind died down until the air was completely still. The unusual silence did nothing to ease the tension filling the atmosphere.

"I don't suppose that it makes you happy to see me here. You must be angry that I came." The eerie stillness continued as if the dead were waiting for an explanation.

"Demo, this will be the last time. I won't be bothering you after this." The pensive gold eyes wavered as the decision was spoken aloud. There was no looking back after this.

"You must be so bitter, so hurt. And I know that it's my fault. I stole your life from you long before you were finished living. Gomen ne, sensei." The solemn writer's eyes darkened as he reflected on his mentor. This would be the hardest thing he'd ever have to do... to let go of his ghosts.

"It's too late though... the past is unchangeable. Both yours and mine. And you can never change... you died hating me. Only the living change... the dead merely fade away, ne sensei?" A melancholy smile lingered on his pale lips as he asked the rhetorical question.

A sudden updraft of wind whipped the blond hair across the writer's face. It almost seemed to be a manifestation of the ghost's anger at being mocked.

Or that was how the novelist perceived it to be. He chuckled sardonically at the idea that some part of his tutor's soul might still linger under the grave. He knew better.

There was nothing left beneath this grave that faintly resembled his teacher. There were only bones and dust. Ten years did not improve a corpse.

"Ano... you can have your name back. I don't need it anymore. I no longer feel the need to hang onto something I never had. Cause that's the truth, isn't it? You were never mine... you never loved me. So I'll stop pretending that I was ever yours."

He smiled again, this time without any sadness. More like relief.

"Hai... Yuki is Yuki. Eiri is Eiri." There's a difference between us... and it's about time I remember what it was." The golden eyes narrowed as he prepared the words in his mind. He needed to say it. He needed to speak the truth.

"You hurt others so that they might feel your pain. I hurt others to protect them from myself. I'm a cruel bastard, I know that. Demo, at least I don't live my life with the intention of breaking everyone. I am not that evil."

The words were sharp. There wasn't any doubt of what they meant.

"I am not you."

It was a declaration of independence from the nightmare that began seven years ago.

"And I won't ever become you."

It was final. There wouldn't be any regrets.

The novelist closed his eyes and tilted his head back to feel the breeze across his face. The stillness was broken now and the air was moving as usual. The moment had passed.

It was over.

He smiled softly in the early sunlight as he felt himself being release from the chain that had held him down for so long. Opening his eyes, he threw one last glance at the tombstone before he turned to leave.

"Sayonara, Kitazawa Yuki... I hope your death is better than your life was."

And with those final words, Uesugi Eiri left behind his nightmare and walked forward to seek his dream.

Next day

"Oi, Shuichi."

"Mn?"

"You're late, you know."

"Mn."

"So?"

"Mn?"

"Are you going to make up your mind or what?"

"Mn."

"AAAGHHH!!" Finally losing the last of his patience, Hiro grabbed his best friend and put the pink-haired boy in a very secure headlock. Needless to say, the singer yelped out in pain and surprise at his companion's actions.

"Hiro! What was that for?!" Unable to break out of his friend's hold around his neck, the vocalist reverted to the whining tactic.

"Listen you little turd, our album is being released in exactly eight days! That means we are long overdue to hand in an album cover and title! Does that mean anything to you?!"

Frustration over their deadline had created an atmosphere so tense that everyone at the studio could feel it. All day long there had been nothing but petty argument and an excessive amount of dirty looks thrown at an oblivious Shuichi.

Oblivious because he seemed to be preoccupied by some other thoughts from the moment he walked inside NG.

What those thoughts were, no one knew.

The media had died down immediately after Ryuichi's press conference, besides the usual spacey tabloids. But then again, no one ever really believed in anything they wrote anyway.

Especially since the piece on Ryuichi and Shuichi was right next to an article about an eggplant being the reincarnation of Jesus or some shit like that.

But for some reason, Bad Luck's vocalist still seemed to be troubled.

Hiro felt that his friend was no longer struggling within his grip. Loosening it, the guitarist peered down at the pink-haired singer only to see a very serious Shuichi.

"Oi, Hiro?" The vocalist focused his gaze down at the floor in order to hide the expression in his eyes.

"Nani yo, Shu?" The longhaired brunette felt his stomach sink as he waited for his friend's question.

"I was thinking..."

"Don't think too hard. You're going to hurt yourself." The guitarist made an attempt at humor in order to lighten the dark mood that seemed to have settled in the room.

"Iie... seriously Hiro." But the singer didn't want to joke around. This was important.

"Alright. Nani yo?" Resigning himself to a philosophical discussion, Hiro released his hold around his best friend's neck.

"Remember a long time ago when I told you 'nothing lasts forever'?" The boy continued to stare down at the ground as he began his question.

"Hm? Oh, oh yeah. What about it?" Hiro scratched his head as he recalled the conversation that had occurred right after his friend's breakup with Yuki.

"You remember what you told me?"

"Yeah... to live your life for today and not wait for forever, ne?"

"Hai. Demo, what happens when today is over?"

"N-nani? What do you mean by that?" The guitarist was surprised at how much the singer had been contemplating this subject.

"I mean, isn't today just a piece of forever? Shouldn't you live your life as if each day is the beginning of forever?"

"Well, I suppose so. Is it really that important to obtain forever though? You aren't happy with just what you have here and now?"

"Iie. I want to reach for more... I want something that touches eternity. Hell, I'd be happy just knowing what that something is."

"Doushite? Why the sudden urgency? Why is it so important to you?"

"Because... it's for a promise I made a long time ago. A promise that I don't want to break."

Hiro finally realized the drift of their conversation and decided to clarify it. He half hoped that his assumption was wrong, but somehow knew that he wasn't.

"Was it a promise to Yuki-san?"

Shuichi finally looked up at his best friend with startled violet eyes. He hadn't mentioned his former lover's name once, and yet Hiro had still figured it out.

"H-how did you...?"

"Easy. The last time we talked about forever was when the two of you had broken up."

"Ah. So, I guess I'm just too transparent, ne?" The pink-haired boy gave a half-hearted chuckle at being found out in hopes of easing the situation. It was embarrassing to have anyone know that the novelist was still on his mind.

"Iie, I just know you that well." Hiro smiled back, trying to hide his concern for his friend. Knowing that Yuki still played a part in his best friend's life did not make the guitarist happy. As far as he was concerned, Shuichi was better off without the writer.

"So, what do you think? Does anything last forever?" The vocalist pursued his question even though he was a bit embarrassed.

"Eh, maybe. Maybe some things do. Or maybe nothing does. I don't know, Shu. I've never really cared to find forever. I've only live life for the moment." Hiro shrugged as he gave his answer, knowing it wasn't what the singer wanted to hear.

Shuichi sighed as he realized that his friend would be of not help.

"You sound like a hedonist." The vocalist made a jab at his friend's way of thought. Hiro merely shrugged again.

"Hmph, maybe so. Demo, I'm not nearly as bad as my brother. To him, there is no tomorrow."

Before the conversation could continue, the grand entrance of their manager interrupted them. K seemed to be in particularly high spirits that day and entered the room armed to the teeth with various types of arsenal.

How blonde managed to carry so many weapons in public without being arrested was beyond any of them. And none of them ever questioned their manager since they enjoyed being alive.

"BIG NEWS!" K was clearly excited about whatever his information was. He only mixed his English and Japanese when he was really hyped about something.

The two musicians turned to their manager as they awaited his 'big news' with apprehension. The last time there had been 'big new,' the results had been disastrous.

"Eh, do we really want to know, K-san?" Hiro grimaced at the thought of another good idea from Bad Luck's manager. K merely smiled broadly at his artists.

"OF COURSE! There has been a change of plan concerning the debut of Bad Luck's new album. It has been decided that it will be delayed another week and it will be released while Bad Luck is in the United States!"

"NANI?!" The vocalist and guitarist responded in shock at the news.

"Hai, hai! Bad Luck will be doing a short tour through the United States for a duration of three months. It's just long enough to promote your new album in four major cities. It'll begin in Los Angeles and end in New York."

"Doushite? Why the sudden decision to go to the states now?" Shuichi wore his most confused look across his face.

"Ah, why you ask? Well, it seems that Seguchi-san has seen that Bad Luck is making tremendous progress and needs to broaden their horizons. He feels that Bad Luck will do well there. And it'll open you guys up to a whole new audience... one that doesn't understand a word you're saying." K chuckled at his last comment, knowing that his musicians would question it. And he was right.

"Yeah, so if they don't understand, what's the point?!" Shuichi even more confused than before, as well as slightly suspicious. The entire situation seemed to reek of an ulterior motive.

"That's just the point. It'll help you improve your skills. You see, even though they can't understand your words, the audience can still understand you feelings. So now you have to put forth extra effort into conveying your thoughts through your voice alone, ne?" The manager responded triumphantly, knowing that his vocalist could never turn down a challenge.

Because that was what it was... a challenge from Tohma, delivered by K.

A challenge to be a success in the United States in order to reach Nittle Grasper.

Shuichi recalled that his idols had toured many countries including the states and they had been a success at each stop.

Knowing this, he realized that in order to surpass Nittle Grasper, Bad Luck would have to succeed abroad as well. And so the singer made his resolve.

"Fine. Bad Luck will go to the United States." Confusion had left the violet eyes only to be replaced by determination. K smiled and Hiro gawked at his best friend in surprise.

"Shuichi? Are you sure about this? It's a little sudden and all." The guitarist hesitated to agree with his vocalist.

"It's an opportunity, Hiro. We can't turn it down." Shuichi smiled to assure his friend that it would be the right decision. After a moment of silence in which Hiro ran the idea through his mind again, he nodded in consent.

"Alright, fearless leader. Knock them dead."

"Ryuichi and Kumagorou will be coming with you too, na no da!" The Grasper made his presence known at that moment as he made his way into the studio. The idol fairly bounced forward to glomp his boyfriend in a whirlwind of energy.

Shuichi blushed crimson at his lover's embrace. Everyone knew about the couple of course, but it was still embarrassing show public displays of affection.

Especially in front of their friends.

The same friends who had seen Shuichi do the same exact thing to a certain blonde novelist.

In reality, their audience found it to be very cute indeed.

"Ryu-Ryuichi! You're coming with us?" The pink-haired boy stuttered as his mind processed the announcement.

The hyper man-child merely bobbed his head enthusiastically. Kumagorou did the same. Then the Grasper paused for moment and stuck out his bottom lip into a pout.

"Doushite? Shu-chan doesn't want Ryu-chan and Kuma-chan to come with you, na no da?" The protruding lip trembled as tears formed in the idol's eyes while he awaited an answer.

"Uh, iie! That's not it at all! It's great that you're coming with us! It'll be fun!" The younger vocalist made hast to reassure his lover before the pout turned into full-fledged wailing.

The tears magically disappeared and a wide smile stretched across Ryuichi's face.

"Yay! It'll be lots of fun, na no da!"

"Hai, hai!" Shuichi grinned at his boyfriend's eagerness at the upcoming tour. It was nice to see Ryuichi smile.

"Can you sing for us, Shu-chan? Kumagorou wants see you be pika pika, na no da!" The combination of puppy eyes and hopeful tone of voice made it impossible to say no to the Grasper. Bad Luck's vocalist nodded cheerfully in agreement.

"Sure. I'll sing. This song is called 'Reflection.' It's the one that was released abroad a few days ago... but we haven't released it in Japan."

"Doushite?" The God of J-pop crinkled his eyebrows at the statement.

Usually any songs released abroad were first released within Japan. The backward order in which 'Reflection' was put out on the market was not at all standard.

"I just didn't think that Japan could really benefit from listening to it." The simple explanation hid the truth, and the Grasper could sense what his lover really meant.

Shuichi meant to say, 'The one I wanted to hear it no longer resides within Japan.'

Ryuichi frowned slightly, his heart twisting with jealousy. Before the pink-haired singer could notice, the frown was wiped away without a trace.

Ryuichi had known from the start that he would never be able to replace Shuichi's former boyfriend. Nevertheless, it still pained the older vocalist to know that his newfound lover still thought of the abrasive writer.

To know that his lover would never forget his first.

The Grasper was pulled out of his thoughts as Shuichi began the sing the opening notes to 'Reflection.'

New York, New York

"Walking through fire

Don't be trapped by the flames

You have to reach for your future

If you want to unlock your chains."

The novelist sucked in his breath sharply as he listened to the lyrics floating wistfully from his home theater.

It was set on International Music Television, or better known as IMTV. It was one of the luxuries of staying at a first class hotel... anything you wanted with a simple call to the courtesy office.

The song was just ending as he had entered the living room from the bathroom. But no matter how short the duration, the writer could distinguish that particular voice anywhere.

It was...

"And that was Shuichi Shindou of Bad Luck as his first overseas single rapidly climbed the charts. Impressive for his premier song abroad!" The announcer continued his top ten list of international music.

Hmm. It seems Bad Luck is already at number five at international standards. Not bad.

Ah, but I sense that this isn't what you were waiting for, ne Eiri?

The blonde man smirked at the thought passing through his head.

Heh... no it isn't.

Are you getting impatient? Tired of waiting?

Iie. Lucky for me, patience is one of the few virtues I do have.

And with that, the writer made his way back to his laptop.

All the while humming the tune of 'Reflection.'

Tohma's Office

Meanwhile in a plush office at the top level of NG Studios, a blond executive was contemplating the recent turn of events. Ryuichi's actions had surprised him.

It was unusual for Nittle Grasper's vocalist to step into the spotlight to do anything other than make music. The heartthrob singer preferred anonymity ever since a certain event that had risked his career and life.

An event that had been hidden behind a wall of silence and secrecy.

No one ever mention it. As far as everyone was concerned, it had never happened. And it was better that way.

Or was it?

Tohma sighed heavily, breaking the quiet of his office.

He had given much thought to his decision of sending Bad Luck to the United States before he had actually put the order out.

And the truth was, the President of NG was not completely at ease with his choice.

Sure, it would be an excellent opportunity to publicize Bad Luck's musical talent. And he had no doubt that they had the ability to succeed.

That doubt had long since diminished... and he had accepted the truth. Grudgingly, yes. Nonetheless, it was no longer a matter of talent or drive.

Bad Luck had proven themselves. Shuichi in particular had proven himself to be a worthy adversary for Nittle Grasper.

Tohma unrest with his decision was in regards to his colleague... as well as his brother-in-law.

If Ryuichi chose to pursue Shuichi, then things would get complicated.

Scratch that. Make that even more complicated.

Because not only would the novelist become involved, but then Ryuichi's past would eventually rise to the surface as well.

And that was bad... very bad.

Very, very bad.

Tohma was torn.

On one hand, Ryuichi was his best friend and fellow Grasper. And through thick and thin, they had always shared the same hopes and dreams... though they chose different ways of pursuing them.

They had been friends from the very beginning... even before Nittle Grasper came to be. The two of them had always felt unwavering loyalty towards each other, and neither would betray that for the world.

Tohma had known Ryuichi before the vocalist wore a mask.

Before Kumagorou came to life.

And Tohma was the one who had to pick up the pieces of Ryuichi's life and heart when that was all left remaining after 'the incident.'

Literally.

On the other hand, Tohma felt responsible for Eiri in ways beyond the usual relationship of a brother-in-law. Guilt weighed on his heart every the executive thought of the blond Uesugi that had been broken seven years ago.

For if Tohma had never chosen Kitazawa as Eiri's personal tutor, the Eiri would never have become Yuki in the first place.

If only Tohma hadn't taken Eiri to the states...

If only Tohma hadn't trusted the a stranger with Eiri's well-being...

If only Tohma had put a stop to Eiri's crush before it continued...

If only.

But Tohma had been careless... or that's what his guilty conscience told him.

If reminded him of his mistake every single waking moment of his life.

And that was the reason Tohma held on so tightly to his responsibility to his wife's younger brother.

Because if ever there was a chance in the future to protect Eiri from being hurt again, Tohma wanted to be there to insure it.

He felt a need to make atonement for endangering his ward and not being there for Eiri in his time of need.

For when Tohma had arrived, it had been too late. The damage had been done and the innocence already broken.

So now Tohma had to choose between his loyalty to his best friend and his responsibility to his brother-in-law. With either choice, one or the other would be hurt.

What was a man to do?

Tohma groaned at his impending decision. There would be no win/win situation here. Someone has to lose this time around. And the situation wasn't even under his control. It was only a matter of whom he would support.

For the United States was the current residence of a certain novelist. That much had been discovered, but not much more. There was still a question of where in the states.

And once Bad Luck made their debut in the states, that novelist was sure to find out.

But now that Ryuichi had become involved, it wasn't likely that there would be a happy reunion between Eiri and Shuichi. No, from Tohma's experience, Ryuichi would make sure that a claim was apparent on his newfound lover.

Ryuichi was like that... outgoing and amiable... until someone threatened to take what was his.

And Ryuichi had staked his claim on Shuichi... no doubt about that. The moment Tohma had announced his decision to send Bad Luck overseas; Ryuichi had immediately announced that he was going as well.

It hadn't been a request. There hadn't been any begging, wailing, or fits of hysteria.

No, instead it had been a statement. A demand. And no one would be able to change the legendary vocalist's mind.

Another sigh broke the silence of the office. Tohma hated having to choose.

Maybe I shouldn't choose. Maybe it's not my place to get involved.

Maybe... I should let things be.

The President of NG Corps leaned back in his leather reclining desk chair. Looking at the ceiling without seeing it, the executive considered his third choice.

Maybe that would be best. For all of them. Let them find their own was home.

Later that night

Ryuichi held his sleeping lover in a protective embrace on the comfy sofa in his living room. Shuichi had agreed after to stay over at the Grasper's home as that night to spend some time together. But sleep took over the pink-haired boy's body and he had promptly fallen asleep upon arrival.

The older vocalist didn't mind though. As long as he was holding the boy, there was nothing else in the world he could want for. He was happy just to be with Shuichi.

Reaching out a tentative hand to brush away a stray lock of pink hair, the Grasper smiled at the picture the slumbering vocalist made. The quiet of the room was broken occasionally by a soft whisper of breathe as the boy dreamed peacefully.

"Mn... Yu... ki."

Ryuichi frowned as his lover muttered the writer's name in his sleep. Even in the boy's sleep, Yuki came first. The God of J-pop cursed in the dark, angered that his boyfriend still dreamed of his ex.

He was jealous. And he hated the fact that he was. He hated that emotion. It was an emotion of weakness.

He wanted to hear Shuichi whisper his own name as he slept. He wanted to be the one that his lover dreamed of.

But Ryuichi knew that one could not control their own dreams.

Or nightmares for that matter.

Because if control could be held over them, Ryuichi would have surely chosen better ones for himself.

Dreams without fear.

Dreams that he didn't have to wake up screaming from.

For the Grasper had been haunted by the same dream for the past eight years.

Ryuichi curled his lip in disdain as he reflected on his nightmare.

It was ironic...

As much as he hated Yuki, he was more like him than anyone else.

Or rather, Yuki was more like Ryuichi... since the Grasper's nightmare began before the novelist's.

One year before... to be exact.

It was one year before Yuki's nightmare and one year after Nittle Grasper was began their dream.

A nightmare echoing with screams and desperate pleading.

A nightmare painted in pools of blood around lifeless bodies.

It was the one that had pushed him over the edge and sent him plummeting down into and endless cycle of regret and despair.

Ryuichi used to be quite confident in himself. He never hid behind anything or anyone. But that was before the nightmare.

Now the only time he could possibly be that self-assured man of eight years ago was when he was on stage. Then he could forget... even if only for a little while.

Shuichi stirred from his sleep opening a single amethyst eye to peer up at his lover. The Grasper smiled warmly at his boyfriend, pushing aside his troubled thoughts.

"Ryuichi? Are you okay?" The boy wrinkled his forehead in concern. Though the Grasper hadn't realized it previously, Shuichi had actually been awake for several minutes. The young musician had seen the tormented expression that had been displayed across older vocalist's face.

"Of course, Shu-chan. I'm fine. I'm the one who should be asking you that! You were out the moment you landed on the couch!" The Grasper teased his lover, trying to keep the conversation light.

"Ah, gomen ne, Ryuichi. I guess rehearsal and recording wore me out more than I thought it would." A pretty pout from Bad Luck's singer brought another smile to the God of J-pop's face. Shuichi's was irresistible to all.

"Iie, I'm not mad. Just worried, that's all. You need to rest too, na no da!" Though Ryuichi wasn't in his child-mode, he still favored his usual expressions. It was natural to him... after all; he had used them for a long time.

"No worries, koi! I feel much better now!" Shuichi pushed himself up from the couch into a sitting position and let out a small yawn. Ryuichi pulled the boy into a tight hug, savoring the feel of soft skin and the light scent of strawberries.

The younger vocalist remained motionless for a moment, surprised at his lover's sudden embrace. Then he hugged him back. There was definitely something that was bothering his lover, and he knew that Ryuichi needed to be held.

"Ryu-chan... what's wrong. And don't say nothing... I know something's on your mind. You can tell me." Concern was apparent in Shuichi's voice, and the Grasper relaxed, as he knew that the boy really did care.

"I... I just want you to know that I love you." Ryuichi held his breathe half hoping for an answer and half hoping to the silence to continue.

Shuichi hesitated for split second, and then answered in turn.

"I love you too, Ryu. No matter what happens, I'll be here for you."

The legendary vocalist closed his eyes. His heart pounded so hard, he was sure that his boyfriend could feel the rhythm as well. As much as the declaration of devotion warmed his heart, it hurt it as well. For now the Grasper feared more than ever the idea of losing Shuichi because of his past.

"Shuichi... would you still be here if you knew the truth?" Shuichi pulled back from the hug to look into Ryuichi's face, trying to discern the meaning of his lover's enigmatic words.

"The... truth?"

"Everyone has secrets, Shuichi... whether they are small and unimportant or immense and life-changing. And I have one too."

"N-nani...?" Dread choked the boy as he realized that whatever his lover's secret was, it would be one of the life-changing ones.

"You already knew that I wasn't who everyone else thought I was. You knew that there was more. But do you really want to know the truth, Shu?" The Grasper's voice was hoarse with emotion.

Offering the truth was forbidden. It was taboo to break the vow of silence. And Ryuichi knew that once the truth was given, there would be no turning back.

Thoughts raced through Shuichi's mind as he remembered the dark secrets that his former lover had once shared with him. As bad as that had been, the singer had a feeling that this secret might be even worse.

How bad could it be?

Do I dare find out?

Shuichi felt his lover's anguish in the thick silence enshrouding the room. Knowing the truth would be taking a risk.

"Tell me the truth, Ryuichi."

TBC...

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