Genre: Angst/ Drama/ Romance
Warnings: Cursing, nothing you haven't read before, abusive relationship
Rating: T
Pairings: Yuki x Shuichi, Shuichi x ?
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EIGHT: Broken Dreams, First Contact

"Is that it?" His idol grabbed a beer and returned his eyes to the main owner of the club.

"You'll get more once the payment is done."

"That's not what we agreed on."

"You are not trustworthy yet my friend. You can't expect to receive more information now."

"So be it." Black eyes stared at him "What about this- this boy?"

"He's nothing."

And that had been it. His idol had nodded and, putting his sunglasses on again, left without even looking at him again.

Shuichi had been in a dreamy cloud the rest of the night, though.

--

Two days later, the man returned. Shuichi hadn't been working that night, but he had heard one of the bartenders commenting it with the others. He cursed and promised himself to be there every night in case he appeared again.

In the back of his mind he couldn't help to wonder what was the writer doing in the lowest part of the city, in a club only criminals and drug addicts frequented; but the excitement of seeing that man again erased it all from his mind.

The black haired man appeared every couple of nights for three weeks at the club. Shuichi had never been happier, because in his mind there was no doubt this was the man he had admired for so long.

Even K, Hiro and Suguru had noticed his excitement when he had passed to the clinic to visit. They had also joked that Shuichi looked like a schoolgirl in love. The blond boy didn't miss the slightly dejected tone Suguru had used, but he pretended otherwise.

Unfortunately for him, his friends were not the only ones that noted the odd behavior he showed. The brown haired man was jealous in his own way, and wasn't happy at all to see him so eager to go to the club.

It had been one of their worst fights in a long time.

The following week, he had worn long sleeved shirts and jeans to hide all the bruises. He had never thanked the dim lights of the club so much before.

Finally, at the end of the third week, when his bruises had started to disappear, he was cornered by the owner and his lover in the changing room.

"Well then, looks like you arrive just in time", Hitaka said. "Go do what you do best, and try not to mess things up".

When Shuichi just stared at them in confusion, the fat man groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Let me" his lover said. The other man nodded and stepped off the room as Shuichi shivered unconsciously.

"I- I don't-" Shuichi stuttered, before the odd look he gave him made him shut up.

"He wants you". The older man said, before he turned around and left.

Shuichi stood there, frozen for a moment before he crumbled to the floor. The way his eyes narrowed and gave him that murderous look... he had never seen him so full of anger before... he had to make a huge effort to stand up again.

After a minute or two he walked towards the bathroom and gasped when he saw his face. He was deadly pale and still shivering.

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The first time he had gone to that room he had been extremely nervous. Some rich lady had liked him and requested him. He was just eighteen, and didn't really understood what was expected of him when he entered the room, so when the woman launched at him he panicked and almost left the room.

Luckily for him she was too drugged to stay conscious for long, though it took him nearly an hour to get a hold of himself. It had been there when he had understood his marvelous dream was disappearing faster than the jobs his lover got. He was reduced to a slave a dirty club, whose employer lent as a toy to his richest clients.

But he needed him, and that thought had kept him there until it was too late for him to escape. And now he was back there, wondering if it wasn't just a nightmare, if the man he admired the most really had come to the place he worked and requested him as a toy like that lady over a year before.

He felt somehow cheated. Was the writer really just like the rest of them? It was one thing that he went to the club to grab a beer, even if it was his club, but to ask for a whore like him?

And then the door opened. Yes, it was really him, staring at him with those black eyes, entering the room, closing the door behind him.

For the first time in a long time, he started to cry.

Before he knew it, he was sobbing uncontrollably, his back against that cursed bed he feared so much.

He cried for his innocence long lost, for the love he had thought he had, for the dreams he had forgotten, for the family he had abandoned, for the life he had left to come to this city, for the friends he deceived every time he talked to them, for the desire to live that had almost left him.

He cried for the figure in front of him he had admired and idolized so much.

"Are you done?"

Shuichi gasped and looked up. For a moment, he had forgotten about him. He glared at the black haired man and tried to control his sobs.

The man stared at him for a moment before sitting next to him on the bed. He lighted a cigar before offering it to Shu.

"Looks like you need it". He was no longer looking at him, forcing the blond boy to speak.

"I- I don't- don't smoke".

He smirked and took a long drag of his cigarette before speaking again.

"I thought so".

Feeling more calm, the boy sat on the bed as well.

"Why did you offered it to me then?"

He turned around and smirked again.

"To distract you."

Shuichi opened his mouth, but the older man interrupted him.

"Now that you are more calm, we should get down to business".

Blond bangs obscured his already blurry vision as he looked to the floor. He was just like the others then. He only cared for one thing, had only talked to him to clam him enough to get what he wanted.

"What can you tell me of Hitaka?"

"Uh?" He turned his head so fast it hurt. Hitaka?

"About his 'clients', his other business, anything you know".

"I- I don't-"

"Don't tell me you don't know anything. The others already told me you are the only one that gets close enough to hear anything. For some odd reason he trusts you, though you mean nothing to him".

Only then it hit him. He wasn't there for him, he was there for what he knew, it was a well known fact that Eiri Uesugi liked to research for his novels by himself. The smile that appeared on his face was the most sincere he had had in a long time. He had never felt happier, he was not only with his idol, but he would help him write his next novel!

The other man frowned at his sudden change. Maybe the brat was more unstable that what he had first thought.

Shuichi sat more comfortably on the bed, crossing his legs, and breath deeply before nodding and smiling again.

"I'll tell you all you want to know".