Long time no see hehe. I know its been way too long since I last updated but I have had the worst case of writers block and had no idea where I wanted to take this story after gave Yuki a kid. But now I do know an di kno exactly how this thing is going to end and exactly what happens everywhere else in the story.
Thanx for all the reviews you guys have given me they make me feel good and have helped me improve on the many mistakes I've made in this story.
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Hiro walked around and looked at Shuichi's tear stricken face.
"Hey, you alright?" Hiro asked with concern.
"Hiro, do you have your cell phone with you, because I accidentally put mine in my checked bag instead of my carry-on?"
"Why do you need it?"
"I need to talk to Yuki."
Hiro looked quizzically at Shuichi but decided that Shuichi needed to do whatever he needed to do. Hiro walked over to his carry one bag, pulled out his cell phone, and gave it to Shuichi.
"Hey," Hiro stared Shuichi on the eyes. "Maybe you should think about calling him. I mean the band doesn't need you getting in a fight with Yuki right before we leave. You need to keep your voice for the tour." Shuichi sighed. "Look Shuichi, call him if you want but just try not to get in a fight with him."
Shuichi sighed again. Hiro was right he really didn't need to get in a fight with Yuki before he left. Besides what if that woman and that girl weren't telling the truth and just wanted free money. But what if they were telling the truth and Yuki was keeping his a daughter a secret from him. If that was the case then he should call. No, if he does that then he'll get mad at Yuki and his voice and attitude will suffer.
What if they really were telling the truth? Why would Yuki have kept something like this a secret from him? If Yuki did something like that maybe it was for a good reason, but what if he just kept it a secret because he didn't want Shuichi to know that he had an illegitimate child?
Shuichi sighed. If they were telling the truth then revealing to Yuki that he knew he had a kid, it would tear their relationship to shreds. If they weren't telling the truth and Shuichi told Yuki about the incident then Yuki would laugh, call him an idiot, not have any physical contact with for a while, and then things would be back to normal. Maybe it would just be better if he kept the whole thing a secret. Yes, it would be better to ignore this whole ordeal.
Shuichi smiled. Ignorance, a man's best friend and worst enemy.
Shuichi looked up and handed Hiro back his cell phone. "You know what," He said with a smile on his face. "I don't need to call Yuki. It's not important."
Hiro smiled proud of his best friends decision and took back his cell phone.
"Hey you guys." Suguro called out. "Hurry up, we're going to miss our flight."
Hiro and Shuichi smiled at each other and ran off to catch up with the rest of the group. When they arrived at the correct terminal they were relieved to find out that it was a private plane meaning that no fans were going to pester them during the flight.
As they boarded the plane, Shuichi shivered. He hated flying. Every time he did he would get sick. Not to mention no matter what he got jet lag. Even if there was no time difference, Shuichi felt as if he was ten hours off track from regular time.
A hand was placed upon Shuichi's shoulder. He looked up and saw K. He smiled, "So K-san, do we really have to do the live-feed interview on the plane? If we do I'm afraid I might get sick and run off camera to go and puke."
Shuichi received a hard smack on the head in response. "Of course we're going to do the live feed. Even if we were having a plane crash during the interview we'd still do it. A little air sickness from you isn't going to stop us."
Shuichi smiled sheepishly and walked onto the plane. As it took off, Shuichi looked out the window seeing the runway pass by. A knot was tied in his stomach and deep in his heart he knew that something was wrong.
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(1 hour later)
The bathroom door in the airplane opened and out walked a sickened Shuichi. He sat down and rolled his head trying to get the rest of the sickness out of his system.
"Shuichi, hey. You okay?" A voice called out that was barely recognizable.
"Shuichi get up you lazy ass, the interview starts in a couple minutes!" A loud gruff voice with a thick American accent said. The cocking of a gun soon followed the voice and that was all Shuichi needed to wake up. Shuichi shot open his eyes to have a 44 magnum pointed in the middle of his forehead.
Shuichi smiled Sheepishly and a gave a nervous laugh, "Alright I awake and better now. You can take the gun down."
K put the gun down and pulled Shuichi out of his seat and onto a small couch where the rest of the band sat.
"Alright," Said their producer Sakano. "We are live in five four three two one."
The screen in front of the couch lit up and a man appeared on the screen. "Alright ladies and gentlemen," The man on the screen said. " Today we have a special guest. Unfortunately they couldn't be with us here in person today but they are on a live feed from their plane on their way to their first concert. Ladies and gentlemen may I introduce Bad Luck."
Shuichi gave out a loud whoop and the rest of the band pretended like they didn't know him.
"So," The man on the screen said. "You are now starting on your six month tour across the entire country of Japan and parts of China, Vietnam, South Korea, and if I'm not mistaken two concerts in American."
Shuichi smiled and laughed and clapped his hands with over-active joy. "Yep, we get to travel the world. Whoosh!" Shuichi waved his hand around like an airplane.
The man on the screen laughed. "So where's your first stop."
"Well right now we're on the plane to Kyoto for three concerts three nights in a row." Said Suguro calmly trying to add a small amount of seriousness to the interview.
"Yep!" Said Shuichi as he bounced up and down in his chair. "We get to have three concerts three nights in a-"
All of a sudden Shuichi felt the airsickness coming up and fast. Shuichi instantly jumped up with his hand over his mouth and ran to the bathroom.
"Is he going to be alright?" Asked the man on the screen.
"He'll be fine," Hiro said with false calmness. He felt as if something was about to go terribly wrong. "Shuichi just suffers badly from airsickness. That's why we normally take trains but since we were running behind schedule on leaving, we had to take a plane to get to Kyoto on time."
All of a sudden the plane shuddered violently.
Suguro gave a nervous laugh and said, "Haha, a little bit of turbulence."
The man on the screen laughed back with the same amount of nervousness in his laugh.
The plane shook harshly again. There was a loud clunk in the bathroom and the pilot's voice came on. "We're going to need you guys to get buckled up real quick until we get out of all this turbulence."
The plane shook harder than it had before and the for a split second everyone felt as if they were floating; then it happened. The plane took a harsh nose dive. Hiro came crashing forward along with Suguro. Hiro hit the camera knocking it onto the floor where it rolled back and lodged itself on the cockpit door. The bathroom door flew open throwing Shuichi out. Shuichi flew through the until the metal shelf where the drinking glasses were held, dislodged itself and came flying backwards and hit Shuichi square on the neck. The sharp edges penetrated the softness of the skin and tore through the thicker more tough tissues. Blood splurted everywhere. The metal stayed in Shuichi's neck as he came tumbling forward and hit the camera on the cockpit's door. The plane made a horrible screeching sound and Hiro, half-conscious, lifted his head and looked out the window. He saw tree and then black.
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The audience remained silent, their mouths open in shock. Did they just see what they saw on the now static screen? Had they just witnessed a plane crash that involved Bad Luck on live television?
The host stared at the camera where he had been talking to the band just moments before. Silent words slipped out of his mouth, "That didn't just happen, tell me that didn't just happen."
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(Gasp) OMG! A plane crash! Will Shuichi live with that servere injury to the neck, will anyone live?
Only way to find out is to read the next ch...when it comes out of course.
Anyway every person on this whole planet knows that reviews are apreciated right? (Crickets make their noise) Guess not. But just so you know most authors do like reviews so ...(More Cricket noise) Aw forget it. No one cares about poor old Jaraku anyway. I mean all Jaraku does is ask for simple review and in return Jaraku will you Jaraku's best writing. Don't you want Jaraku to do that? I know you do? (Crickest have now left the building) Aw hell. Now I'm all alone. (Says to oneself )'No one cares about Jaraku.'