A/N: Ah… another chapter. How exciting. First Draft. Subject to Change. there's lots of song lyrics here. I will fix things, but I felt bad for not posting for a while so yea.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, Nada.
Chapter 5: Eternity Fallen
"Oh my god, oh my god, Sorrow One is coming to Japan!"
Hiro could not block out his girlfriend's exclaims of joy over a boy band made in America. The short bleached hair, long legged, curvy, empty headed girl was vastly different from Ayeka.
Hiro pauses, stopping his motions of getting a cigarette from his pocket. Why was he even thinking of her now? They broke up seven years ago; when Shuichi disappeared, everything fell apart. It was funny to see how that silly bubblegum pop star was the glue that held that magic together, and going solo just didn't work. Suguru now worked as a ghost writer with arrangements, losing all hope at surpassing Nittle Grasper, especially since Shindou's disappearance and Nittle Grasper continued success and legend, despite a short revival.
He, himself had dropped the guitar and went for medical school, and despite his years of no schooling, he got in relatively easy. He didn't doubt Tohma may have pulled some strings to get him in, but that was fine with him. He wanted to get out of NG, get out of music, and got back on the track his life was on before Shuichi Shindou.
Hiro lights his cigarette up. He seemed to be going through more of those things than ever despite the health risks.
"It's just a boy band, Aya, get over it. What do they do? Hideous American pop music? Rap? Or hip hop?"
"How could you say that? Amon is a genius! He can't be labeled by some dumb boy band label. I mean how could he be when he's going to play at the TOKYO DOME on his first visit? He's never even been to Japan! But I guess he's been to Korea…."
"So what is it? What kind of music?"
She tapped her long fingernails against the tabletop, making an annoying clack clack sound. She was losing her appeal fast, though she did currently hold the record of five months.
"Actually, it sounds like the music you have on those cds that you hide in the back of all your high school stuff. The lyrics, anyway. You know when you're totally wasted and high, you take it out and yell out obscenities at some guy who was ruined by, what snow? And then break down crying when the music came on."
Hiro stares at her. There was no way that happened. No way. He was over it already. It had been seven years. He was a certified doctor, away from his band life. He didn't even keep in contact with K, nor did K contact him.
"You're a fucking liar."
She shrugged. He was in one of his moods again. The guy was rich and was great in bed, but he had way too much emotional baggage for her liking. Oh well, the guilt gifts afterwards were always great.
"You could, get tickets, to you know, like see?"
Hiro clenched his glass. What kind of bs was this anyway? Was God trying to get back at him at what he did to Ayeka by him only meeting these kinds of girls?
"Fine. Whatever makes you happy."
Aya squeals. Hiro never took her to concerts and Sorrow One's tickets were not only hard to get, they were hideously expensive. But with Hiro old connections to NG, getting tickets would be a cinch. Perks of being a former #1 on the Oricon charts band member, though she didn't remember which band it was. She found out by accident anyway.
Hiro didn't like asking for favors, but past NG status had to count for something right? NG was probably planning the event as well. He, of course, was just being manipulated into buying tickets, and he was doing it to make the stupid girl happy, not of any interest at all to see this Shuichi clone.
"Hiro? What a surprise. I didn't know you still had this number."
"I'm surprised you still kept it. Listen, I have to ask for a favor."
"What, a free ride to medical school wasn't enough?"
"Haha, very funny. You know that the royalties that there going to go to Shuichi went to pay for that. You didn't spend one cent."
"Still as sharp as ever. So what deigns the doctor to call his past life?"
"A girlfriend. Sorrow One tickets."
"My my, you have changed. What's her name? It's odd how you would hang out with that type of girl."
"None of your business; it's not necessary to do a background check on her. Tickets?"
"Sure, of course. You actually might be interested though. They asked for rights to remake Rage Beat into English. I gave them the go ahead. I assumed you wouldn't mind."
"You just want them to butcher it."
" You never know."
"Screw you."
"Nice talking to you too, Hiro. You'll get the tickets by the next day in the mail"
"Wait!"
"Why the Tokyo dome for a star I never heard about?"
"You are out of the loop. Sorrow One is an Asian sensation that been everywhere but Japan and if that's not enough, XMR is backing Sorrow One. Rage in fact has nothing but praises, even worse than the time she was Bad Luck's manager. "
"That's hard to believe. First crushes are never forgotten."
"Goodbye, Hiro. It's been nice talking to you."
Sohma hung up on the ex-guitarist quickly. This played perfectly into his plans. He had heard of Sorrow One, and even went to one of the concerts, and ever since then there was that nagging feeling that he knew the main singer Amon. But a background check turned up nothing but what was known by every teenage girl in America, so Tohma had to abandoned his suspicions.
It still annoyed him to no end that he could not recognize the singer, but since he couldn't go, with Hiro watching and listening, with his photographic memory, he would be able to drag up memories that even he had forgotten.
Tohma's hand strays over to a picture on his desk. A happy boy of seven years old stares at him, with his two parents bending over him frowning.
Maybe digging further was not such a good idea. Nittle Grasper was the #1 band no matter what drivel they put out, even with Ryuichi only putting in appearances now and then. The disappearance of Shindou drove him back from time to time as he sneered at some of the manufactured boy bands out there.
….He thought of the fucking pink haired idiot again. Efforts were even made to ban pink,yellow and purple, and somehow he thought of that worthless person again. He wasn't Yuki Eiri to be haunted by something that he, the great Uesagi Yuki, couldn't figure out, but everyone else could. So despite him letting go of Yuki, Tohma Seguchi still hated Shindou san's guts.
But he was finally putting it behind him. Yuki Eiri was back to the way he was before, without the emotional baggage. No Yuki Kitazawa, no Shindou Shuichi. Finally it was time to let him go.
He had a piano recital to go to.
Tohma really really hoped he wouldn't go deaf.
"EEEEEEEEEEEE, its Amon!"
"Konbawa minna'san! Well that's all I can say. But you don't mind do you, Tokyo!"
Fangirls scream.
Hiro winced. He already had a headache and the concert didn't even start yet. Amon looked like any idol star, except better dressed. He was wearing black silk designer clothes all over, with a beret at a rakish angle. The only thing unique was the long to waist black hair, literally streaked with pink, decorated with different braids. He surprisingly, was Asian as well. His opening song was a soft one, his fingers lightly touching the strings.
"With one last drop of rain nothing comes to mind.
I realize with all your beautiful words, it just was a waste of time
Concise and neat, like a perfect straight line
Why can't you love me?
Why can't I love you
So it's only a dream of dying devotion
Not a word escapes you, eyes full of pity, denial reflecting clearly
Shimming like a nightmare that you wished gone
The waves splash loudly against the shore.
Desperate to be gone, desperate to be understood
Desperate for one last chance, desperate for one last tearless kiss
But the snow, my love Drifts away in silence."
I am alone again
"What do you like in this guy? His lyrics suck," Hiro complains over the girls screams of "We love you Amon!" in the refrain.
"What are you talking about? It's not about the lyrics, it's about the song and emotion behind it."
He didn't know what the hell she was talking about.
"Arigatou, minna-san! Lyrics were written especially for me by a special someone. And now….. Eh?"
Suddenly the stage goes dark.
"What's going on? What happening!"
Music filters through.
Destiny/Fate by Why
"I don't really know love
I didn't know it would come to me like this
My heart doesn't act like it wants to in front of my love"
Shuichi moaning and groaning about his lyrics, then suddenly jumping out and running out into the street like a maniac, leaving him alone at the table.
Him, standing in front of the streetlight, the cicadas chirping softly in the background. Her, giving back the ring that he picked out for her.
Amon's strong voice soon joined in.
"If I knew I was going to be like this,
I wouldn't have started in the first place
Like a fool, I am regretting this late"
The downwhirl spiral of his happy go lucky pink haired friend who yearned and yearned for only one thing, and he would not let go.
Ayaka's hair floated in the night air, and shone even under the unnatural light. He wanted to touch it, but she was gone, like a shadow that disappears in the absence of light.
"I wished that you wouldn't be my love
I wished that it wouldn't be you
You deceived me, telling me that its not love"
The shock of Yuki having killed a person that ran Shuichi haggard.
The agony of telling absent minded Shuichi that he liked his boyfriend's fiancée.
"I hoped that it would be a passing by fate
Because painful wounds will be left on me
But even when I know this, I am still greedy
It keeps getting me sad"
The lights come on, and Amon is waltzing, waltzing, with a black haired girl. But he passes her off to a guy who is singing, and his posture was of defeat.
And all of a sudden, Hiro is reminded of that fateful day where he finally knew that Shuichi had gone off the deep end. You don't like random guys rape you, and don't feel anything. But, that person, he knew since forever, didn't, for some reason. He was just cold and tired.
"I thought that it was a wrong start
I thought so easily
I believed that I could always call you"
The hours of waiting. That long day. Never forgotten.
"Ayeka? I need to talk to you"
"What should I do?
Where did it go wrong?
I need to avoid this love
But I yearn for everything about you"
A brief flashback to his long lost best friend and Hiro could not take it anymore.
"I'm out of here!" He said to his date.
He had to leave and take a smoke or something. He was not so far gone that he'll let, a woman he escorted here, never mind that she probably could find a ride by herself, be left stranded because he left her here.
"Thank you my friends for crashing my concert! That was the group Why and the lovely lady from Light! Please give them a warm welcome! But wait a minute? I see more guests that should be up here! Lighting please focus on Row A seat 13. There he is! Hiro of Bad Luck! What an honor! Since we're here, let's play our English rendition of "Rage Beat" with Hiro playing the guitars… and drum roll please, Suugaku playing the keyboard!" Amon winked at him. "Isn't that great, most of your band is here!"
Hiro was about to give him the finger and tell him to go screw himself and his music digging up memories, but he stopped. The girl, Light! Had started kissing him without coming up for air, and launched into her song.
"I think I love you
But it must be so, Cause I miss you"
Amon, then he grabs her back. And the smoke goes up, rendering all the figures on the stage invisible. The music slowly faded and became the high pitch beats of the beginning of "Rage Beat", and Hiro couldn't leave.
Amon lent his hand and lifted him to the stage.
He was taller than the super idol by a whole head, but the other boy did not seem to mind. He smiled, tossed a guitar at him, and grabbed the mike.
Then, Hiro remembered.
A/N: Okay, someone gave me a review, so I felt compelled to post another chapter. Lucky for you peeps, as the review was for my hikaru no go fic, not gravitation. But this one was further along, and I didn't want to continue in this vein. Questions, just comment! Oh, thy wonderful muses, please send me a beta! Oh, if anyone wants to hear the two main Full House songs that I put in this fic, give me email or something!