Chapter Two

Wasn't sure I was going to continue this story, but here we go.

Eiri's POV

I hoped the nightmares are just a passing thing, but it seems they aren't. Each night I wake up in a cold sweat, reliving the nightmare in my head. I grab my chest as I pant heavily. That damn dream again. Damn it! It seems that they have been coming more frequently, getting more vivid as I replay them. What could this all mean; it's never been this bad before. I look to the calendar to see the date. Maybe it's because Yuki's death day is coming up.

That morning I bought tickets to New York like I do every year. As usual Shuichi begs me not to go. "But Yuki you'll be so lonely without me. Can't I please go with you?"

"No!" I shout as I kick him out the door. "For once why don't you quit worrying about me and think of that new record deal you got coming up." I make my way out the door when something small attacks my legs. My suitcase goes flying ten feet away from me. Shuichi flings himself at me, nuzzling my legs.

"Oh Yuki, can it be you're actually considered about me?"

"No." I say, as I shake him off my legs. "I just don't want to deal with Tohma putting all the blame on me." I pick up my suitcase and hurry to the elevator before the little pink haired freak attacks me again. Shuichi is running after me and I press the button to close the door. It snaps shut right in front of his face.

"YOU'RE SO MEAN YUKI!" Heh, I think to myself. That kid never knows when to give up…

Shuichi POV

I stare at the elevator door that my lover had just disappeared behind. I long to go to New York with him, but he had a point. We have a new quota to produce a new C.D by the end of the month. I sadly make my way down the stairs, missing one or two steps. Yuki why are you so mean to me? While I was in Yukiland there should be a Yukiland one day Mr. K grabs me by the collar and points his gun at me. The American gave me a deadly look with his bright blue eyes as the wind blows his blonde hair in a pony tail around his face.

"Let's go." I do not refuse even if I wanted to. The end of K's gun is about as safe as leaving an antelope in a lions den at the zoo. He throws me in the back of his white van and we drive off into the distance. I lay my head on the cool window and think of Yuki.

It wasn't too long before we were at the studio. I am greeted by my best friend Hiro, a tall red-headed friend I have known since like forever. And Surguru, a very talented sixteen year old piano player who is related to none other than Tohma from Nittle Graspers, is sitting on the studio's couch talking with Sakano, our overly dramatic manger, what I'd expect to be about our music. Once Surguru has realized that I have arrived he coughs and says in his superior tone, "Let's get this started."

It took us all day, but we finally got our new song. Hiro is putting away his guitar when we both here a familiar voice. "Tohma-Kun, why can't I go to New York with you? I miss America."

"No Ryuichi, you must stay here and work on your lyrics." The sad sound of Ryuichi voice projects right through every wall at N-G production Company as he wailed. Through the window we could see the God himself stuffing Kumagaru in Tohma's face. Ryuichi is thirty one, though he doesn't look it. He is the best singer in the world in my opinion. Even though he is kind of strange at time that's what I like about him. I try to be so much like him. Now Tohma on the other hand is the president of N-G Production. He has blonde hair with and always wears an expensive black hat on his head. Surguru would kill me if I said this aloud, but I think compared to Surguru Tohma can blow him out of the water.

"Make him change his mind Kuma!" Tohma pushes the stuffed bunny aside and continues walking. Now not everyone can do this to the president of a world famous music company, but Ryuichi is an exception. With his childish face and smile you can never say no to him. I stand up quickly and hurry out to see my inspiration from my junior high years. He turns around and gives me his innocent smile. "It's Shu-Kun Kuma!" The two rambunctiously jump up and down as they grasp hands. "Shu-Kun it's been TOO long."

"Yeah I know!" I respond, still jumping up in the air. Tohma coughs and we stop. But something just clicked in my head. Tohma's going to New York too? "Why are you going to New York Tohma?"

He straightens his hat and says, "That's none of your business." He turns his back on me and calls for Ryuichi. "Ryuichi you coming?"

"But…" Ryuichi's eyes grew big as he looked sadly at Tohma. "But I just started talking to Shu-kun! He's SOOOOOOOOOOOOO cool! I love his music! I love his voice! I love everything about him! I LOVE SHUICHI!" Tohma quickly walks past me and grabs the hottest singing sensation in all of Japan and America. But at the moment Ryuichi was dragged past me I could have sworn he looked at me differently. It wasn't the normal boyish look he gives while he is talking amongst friends. It is the look he gives while he sings beautifully; that sexy stare that made every man and woman alive weak in the knees, but when I look up back at him though he is back to his normal childish self.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! TOHMA-KUN YOU'RE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MEAN!" Tohma pushes Ryuichi into the elevator and quickly shuts the door before Ryuichi had time to jump out. I give a little giggle. I thought me and Yuki had separation issues. Suddenly I sense something strange. It sounds like some one is muttering something like, "I'll get you…" A second before that I thought I saw something move in the shadows. After staring at the opposing spot for a couple of seconds I give up and tell myself it is just my imagination.

But that is not the only time I have this odd feeling some one is watching me…

After saying good-bye to Hiro, I walk outside N-G productions to glace at the sky. Almost sunset, I think to myself. Better get home soon.… I am a little down. I know that Yuki would not be there to greet me, not like he greeted me anyways. It is just today that I know there is no chance that Yuki will say it. As I walk slowly on the sidewalk back to my, or should I say Yuki's house, I feel it again. "Some one is watching me, I know it." I mutter to myself.

I tell myself that it's my imagination playing tricks on me again and continue making my way home. I begin to notice that the steps aren't matching up. A moment after I finish stepping I hear a heel of some one hitting the ground. I suddenly stop, but the sound is gone. I decide to walk faster, trying to ignore the sound behind me. I could not; there is definitely some one or something following me. I speed up almost at a run now. The running of the person behind me speeds up as well. I can see the persons shadow and I scream.

I burst into the fastest sprint I have ever run in my life. Once I reach inside the apartment building I thought the person would stop following me. "No one will abduct me with people around me right?" But I was wrong. I saw the black outline of him still running, clutching his stomach as he ran. I scream once more and I go to Yuki's room to lock myself in there. "It's just some fan!" I scream to myself. "It's not some rapist out to get me again!"

I decide it would be safer to take the stairs. The stalker would not expect it and I can run faster than the elevator can go up one flight of stairs. Once I reach the level Yuki lives on I fling myself to the door, hoping it's unlocked. It is. I scramble inside and slam the door behind me, locking all the bolts on it.

I slide down the door with a sigh, holding my chest as my breathing returns to normal. "Now I'm safe." Not even a minute later does something outside start ramming on Yuki's door. I can tell by the loud thunk that the person is using all their weight to break down the thin barrier. I go into Yuki's room and grab a bat. The knocking stops, but I still prepare myself. "HOW IN THE HELL DOES HE KNOW WHERE I LIVE!"

"Why do you think genius? I can always find you by your yelling." I knew that voice, it sort of sounded like Yuki, yet Yuki would have been a lot meaner.

"Tatsuha-kun?" I unlock the door, but still leave the chain one on. I open the door to see what could have been Yuki's twin. The only difference between Yuki and his brother Tatsuha is that Tatsuha, unlike Yuki, looks Japanese. He has dark brown eyes with black messy hair. But even though Tatsuha was nicer towards me than Yuki and looks just like him, I can never love him. I have no idea why I fell in love the cold hearted romance novelist.

"I'm here in the flesh. Now…" He takes out bolt cutters from no where and snaps the chain in half. He pushes the door forward and I fall on my ass. "I must get you back…"

Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. Hoped you liked it.