A/N: OMG! I updated! --;; Yeah, I know I'm bad… I hope you enjoy it though! This has got be one of the best chapters since my first! I hope…

Contest News: Wai! Thank you all for participating! As for the results… well, heh. I guess I did my part I little too well, huh? I mean when people said they were confused I thought you were all just trying to be nice… Anyway the winner is:

My beloved beta Lady Insomnia!

Thanks to everyone for participating!

Responding to the reviewers:

cutelilpuppieyez: Wow! Thank you so much! So flattered I am...

The Angst Whore: Glad you support the couple. (I personally love it.) And about the Japanese terms... I apologize... I've watched too many subs...

Dana: Eh... such drama you're asking for. But don't worry I'm not going to leave Shuichi in the dark.

Disclaimer: I don't own.


False Reality?

Chapter Six – Open

"Tsuraku kewashikute kujike-sou ni natte mo
Ima wo nigenai
Watashi no tame ni mo ganbaru ushiro sugata
Hokori ni omou kara
Hoshi wa inotte'ru mou tokihanatte-iru
Arashi wo koete
Tatta hitori demo aisuru hito ga ireba
Kyou yori ashita wa motto
Kagayaite-iru
Star of Love!"

Ryuichi and Shuichi sang the last note of their last song in their last concert in perfect harmony, something that could have only been achieved after many days of practice. Panting the two smiled and waved at the hordes of screaming fans, barely able to tell where the fans ended and the sky started.

Grasping the mic the older singer spoke loudly, "Well everyone, today marks the end of Nittle Luck!" The crowd made sounds of disappointment and even some teary protests were heard. "But rest assured that even though we won't be making any more albums together that doesn't mean we won't be singing together anymore! Right, Shuichi?" The green-brown haired man turned to his partner. "You still wanna sing with me, right?"

The pink haired boy grabbed his own mic. "Of course! Me and Sakuma-san are going to sing together until we're so old that our voices don't work anymore!"

The two stared at each other with smiles on their sweaty faces. Ryuichi smirked and turned back to the audience. "We have to go now! All of this singing and made us all sweaty, so the two of us are going to go and take some showers." The crowd roared even more. Ryuichi winked at them. "Later!"

With that Nittle Luck walked off the stage for the last time. The two vocalists huddled together, whispering things and plotting. "Ne, Shu-chan do you think we should do it now?" Sakuma whispered, looking at Shuichi intently.

Shuichi shook is head in response. "No, I think we really should get cleaned up first or we're going to stink up the entire room!"

"Hai… demo, what if everyone leaves?" The thirty-something-year-old asked, his eyes big and worried as he looked at everyone else, who were packing their things, getting ready to leave.

The pink-haired boy's eyes lit up as he came to a conclusion. "We'll do at mine and Yuki's place! It'll be perfect!"

"Eto… Is that a really good idea? I don't think Yuki-san would appreciate something like that." Ryuichi told his younger friend, rubbing his damp hair in worry but quirking a smile nonetheless.

The teen gave him a look as he took a seat on a black leather sofa that had been placed near some extra speakers. The couch stuck to his skin causing the singer to fiddle with his clothes so that the seats would not come in contact with his legs. "Na Sakuma-san, it's what Yuki gets for not coming to our last and most important show! Besides that worst he could do is throw everyone out, right?"

The older man nodded thoughtfully. He frowned and furrowed his brows together as he thought about what Shuichi was suggesting. He let out a sigh before crinkling his nose in disgust. "I think that's a good idea too Shu-chan! But, first, I really need to take a shower and get into some fresh clothes! I think we both do." Ryuichi waggled a finger as he spoke.

Just as he was about to leave Shuichi spoke again. "Sakuma-san… How do we get everyone there?"

The man in question spun around and ginned before answering, "We make a few calls!"


His head hurt.

No, his head really hurt.

The petite man let out a groan as he stumbled (what he thought was) forward trying his best not to throw-up. The voices around him blurred and melding into one another just like everything else. He couldn't see straight.

All the colours mixed together until they became one dull shade. Still he could see the waves in the dull indistinguishable colour and they were roaring in his ears. Everything was rushing and tumbling around him. And he wasn't even moving…!

The voices around poked at him in all different tones and pitches asking him questions he didn't want to answer. He let out another groan. He was going to collapse! Was he drunk…?

Pretend you don't know. They won't ask questions if you honestly don't know. They won't see through your act.

The one voice he could hear clearly. And it made the most sense too (probably because it was only thing he could hear correctly). Looking up he blinked his beautiful eyes blearily. All he could see was this one colour. It was a very shiny colour. He liked it.

Ooo shiny… was his last thought before he gave in to unconsciousness.


Ryuichi Sakuma whistled happily as he and Kumagorou made their way back home for the first time in months. The Rock God could wait to be inside the familiar walls of his home. Granted he liked living with Shuichi but you know what they say: 'there's no place like home!' and indeed Ryuichi had come to discover there really was no place like home. Especially not when there was a certain someone waiting for him at home.

Ryuichi giggled excitedly as he lifted Kumagorou into the air. "Aren't you happy Kumagorou? I finally get to spend some quality time with my beloved!" The last two words were sung in English.

The greenish-brunette moved the toy so that it would nod it's head. "Wai! I'm glad you agree!" He smiled once more, nearly bursting at the seams with joy.

When the pop idol finally reached his apartment he raised his had to knock in his trademark loud knock but decided against it. Instead he reached inside his pocket and produced a key. Unlocking the door the man silently stepped in and basked in the familiarity of his home. Not long after he entered the living room a figure waltzed out of the bathroom wearing jeans and a toothbrush dangling out of his mouth.

Ryuichi nearly split his face in two with his smile. "Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay-chaaaaaaaaaaaan!" And with that scream he lunged at the man nearly causing the blond to choke on his toothbrush. (1)

"Wooeyiphi? (2)" the manager managed (3) to say.

Ryuichi looked up at him and pouted. "No, it's me! Ryuichi!"

The American stared down at him for a while before detaching him from his waist and returning to the bathroom. The smaller man waited patiently outside rhythmically tapping his foot on the hardwood floor. Standing, he contented himself in listening to the sound of rushing water emitting from the bathroom. As soon as K came out of the bathroom again Ryuichi latched onto him with another cry of happiness.

"Ryuichi…" the jean-clad man started slowly. "What are you doing here?"

Ryuichi, completely oblivious to the coldness that was creeping into his beloved's voice chirped, "Why wouldn't I be here?"

K was tense as he spoke, his tone dangerous, "Shouldn't you be with Yuki?"

The older man looked up at him and blinked in confusion. "Why would I be with Yuki when I can be with you? Not that Yuki isn't fun either but…"

The taller male growled as he pushed the singer away and dropped down to his eye level. "I saw you last night. I saw the way you were practically clinging to that stupid author. Not to mention you were doing it unconsciously!" Ryuichi was about to talk but was cut of by the blond. "And when I came to take you home you refused. You began to cry pathetically when anyone except Shindou tried to take you away!"

Sakuma stared at him wide-eyed with disbelief. When did all of this happen? Things that concerned him weren't supposed to happen without his permission! He didn't like where K was going with all of this. Surely he didn't think Ryuichi would cheat on him?

The blond American stared at him his gaze hard. "Listen Ryu, I love you," for some reason his whispered it almost as if he didn't want anyone to hear… "But I won't be second or third or anything but first! I know it's not your fault because you can't help but love everyone but… I don't want to be 'everyone'. I want to be special." He took a deep breath before continuing. The shorter man didn't know it but inside his heart was thumping like mad. The gun-wielder forced himself to become the only thing that would drive Ryuichi away. He forced himself to be cruel.

"You're just not cutting it for me anymore, you know? I don't want you living with me anymore. And since you're the one to blame, I get to keep the house. I don't care where you live but remember, Yuki and Shuichi have each other they don't really need you around…" Bad Luck's manager never got to finish what he was saying because with one loud sob the most important person in his life turned and ran out of the cluttered apartment dropping Kumagorou in the process.

K stared at the stuffed toy that looked as miserable as K would not allow himself to feel. Moving to pick it up, he stopped himself just in time. Ryuichi would want it back it would be better if it looked he (K) did not care enough to pick it up. Running a hand though his long unbound hair the American made his was past the bathroom and into his bedroom, the one he used to share with a certain thirty-something-year-old songster.


Eiri Yuki cursed his luck as he made his way though the busy streets of Tokyo. Damn it, why the hell do so many people have to cosplay as that damned Sakuma! I mean Jesus… the writer cursed again as stopped once more thinking he found the singer but had turn out be another cosplayer. Hmm… a girl this time.

Approximately an hour and a half ago one Tohma Seguchi had called his house asking if he had seen the man's precious lead singer. The blond automatically answered with the negative and promptly hung up. Half an hour later the phone rang again but this time it was Shuichi.

The boy was wailing something about 'Sakuma-san' being missing. Eiri has asked what the hell it had to do with him and it was then the boy had asked if he could go out and look for him. Of course Yuki said no which caused Shuichi to start wailing about Sakuma being mauled somewhere. He was about to hang up when he noticed that it wasn't the singer's normal wail (he could identify the younger boy's wails how mortifying!) but more of a 'my life just ended' sort of wail.

Reluctantly, the older male yanked the phone back up to his ear and asked the pink-haired vocalist why he didn't just do look for his idol himself. The teen had replied saying that Hiro was in a really bad state and needed him right now or he really would have gone himself. Eiri had sighed of all the times the ever-reliable best friend had to breakdown it had to be now. So, this and that happened and, eventually, Shuichi managed to get the novelist to go out and look for the hyperactive Rock God.

Which brought the blond to his current situation, running around the streets, cursing and looking for someone he didn't even like. Well, not really anyway. Hearing a loud roar Eiri looked up at the sky silently daring it to rain. And sure enough, it rained. Standing silently, the author pushed down his rage and resisted the urge to curse not only in his head but out loud too. Shaking in suppressed anger the golden-eyed man began to stomp forward not caring any longer where he was going or what he was supposed to be doing.

Later, when he finally stopped stomping Eiri realized he wandered quite a distance from his home. A distance he did not plan on walking back. Sakuma be damned! All he wanted to do now was go home and drink coffee. Seeing a bus stop up ahead with a bus on the other side of the road he made a dash for it. Unfortunately just as he was about to cross the road the bus decided to leave.

Growling some more Yuki raised a brow at the figure the bus revealed on the bench. There was Sakuma hugging his knees to his chest, his face buried in his knees and his beloved Kumagorou nowhere in sight.

The blond sauntered over to him taking a seat. At least it's dry, Eiri thought to himself. Looking over he let out a bit of his frustration and hit the songster over the head. Had he known this would send the man into sobs he wouldn't have done it, but he had and now the brown-tinted-green-haired man was crying.

"What the hell is wrong with you now?" the pale man snapped, not feeling all too merciful.

The shaking stopped and Ryuichi looked up and him shock clear in his pale eyes. Eiri noted that his skin was pale too, and that his lips had taken on a blue tint. "Yuki-san?"

"Yeah, Yuki-san," Eiri said sighing.

"What are you doing here?"

Eiri glared at him. "What do you think I'm doing here? I was looking for you, you idiot!"

Ryuichi's brightened at that statement. "Really? You were looking for me?"

"Yes, now what the hell is wrong with you?" Yuki repeated.

"Nothing, nothing is wrong with me," the songster answered, shifting so that he was sitting cross-legged.

"Nothing? 'Nothing' doesn't cause me to run around for," he quickly glanced at his watch. "For an hour and fifteen minutes looking for you! Now you will me what your problem is so that I get Shuichi to solve as soon as possible."

"Yuki-san?"

"What?" Eiri snapped again.

"I feel sick."

"… Well, shit."

"Yeah…"


Knock. Knock. Knock.

Scowling, Eiri Yuki swung his front door open only to find himself standing face-to-face with the creepiest person he had every seen. With the exception of Tohma, of course.

"Do I know you?" He asked trying to look the stranger in the eyes. Who wore sunglasses so dark you couldn't see through them!

The black-haired man smiled sheepishly but the affect was ruined because of his creepy vampire-ish teeth. "Well, sort of."

Eiri raised a brow in response. "Fine, whatever, what do you want?"

"Not very polite are you?" the dark-skinned man said casually, leaning against an area of wall near the door. It seemed everything about this man was dark, and Eiri did not like it.

"I've had a rough day. Now tell me what you want before I close this door." The blond shrugged.

"I need to see Ryuichi." The dark man declared.

Eiri narrowed his eyes. "How did you know Sakuma was here?"

The trench-coat clad man shrugged. "Lucky guess?"

"Sorry, having a fair share of my own, I don't let stalkers into my house," the novelist said, not sounding apologetic in the least.

As he was closing the door a tanned hand shot out and grabbed it, preventing it from shutting. Yuki stared in shock at the claw-like nails that adorned the man's fingers. What was up with this guy?

"I told you that I needed to see Ryuichi. Not want, not wish, need," the fanged man hissed.

"Too bad buddy, you are not coming into my house," the pale writer replied easily.

The man stared at him before speaking, "Fine then Mr. I'm-Better-Than-Everyone-Else-Because-I've-Got-A-Job-That-Lots-Of-Little-Kids-Want-But-Don't-Have-And-I-Do, bring him out here."

Eiri stared at him unblinking before sighing. "I can't, he's unconscious."

The stranger looked at him sceptically. "You knocked out Ryuichi Sakuma?"

"No! He passed out from exhaustion." He defended himself.

"Exhaustion?" The man stared before smirking and raising a brow from behind his sunglasses. "From what pray tell?"

Eiri rolled his eyes. "From staying out too long."

"I see…" he was quiet for a while before, "This isn't working is it?"

Yuki smirked, "No."

The man sighed before removing his glasses revealing abnormally pale yellow eyes. Said eyes soon became big and watery looking eerily like Shuichi or Ryuichi. "Please let me see Sakuma-san Yuki! Please! I'll do anything!"

The blond novelist stared in shock as the cool, composed stranger became a harmless little… it.

"WAAAAAHHH! WHY WON'T YOU LET ME SEE SAKUMA-SAN! PLEASEEEE YUUUUUKI!" The yellow-eyed it screeched.

Noticing they were receiving a lot of odd stared Eiri gave in. "Alright! Alright! Just shut up will you?"

"WAIII! YUUUKI I LOVE YOU!" The stranger launched at the author sending them both into the apartment and planted a big wet sloppy kiss on Eiri's lips.

"Argh! Get off of me!" Eiri yelled and threw the man off him wiping at his lips.

The male sitting on the floor giggled and looked up. "Oops, guess I played the part to well, eh?" He stood up dusted his coat and pulled his shades back on. "Now, onto Ryuichi."

As the man began to walk Eiri followed him closely, literally breathing down his neck. The stranger turned around but didn't stop walking. "Now, who's stalking who?"

"Shut up," Yuki muttered. "I can do whatever I want in my house."

The stranger chuckled. "Oh no! Don't let big bad Eiri get me!"

Yuki, so accustomed to the use of his first name nowadays, didn't even bother to comment. Though he really should have. Once they got into Ryuichi's room Eiri paused, not going any further. Leaning against the doorframe he watched what the other man was doing.

After much poking the stranger finally hovered over Ryuichi's face where he leaned down plant a kiss on his lips…


1. How many of you were expecting that? Huh?

2. This exactly how it sound when I said it… I learned something and cleaned my teeth!

3. XD