Disclaimer: I own nothing but the books and DVD's I bought. Rights to the characters and locations are not mine, sadly.

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"Oii! Shibuya!"

Yuuri turned, spotting his bespectacled friend Murata Ken waving and jogging to catch up.

"Murata!" Yuuri grinned and waved back, both turning to make their way side-by-side towards the baseball diamond and locker rooms, when the first crack of thunder the skies had been threatening all afternoon rang out and the first plump drops of rain spilled from the clouds. Yuuri's face fell with the rain.

"Ahh, we've had to cancel our last three practices because of rain, what's with the weather these days!" he moaned, blinking against the droplets falling from the quickly darkening sky.

Murata's eyes also turned to the sky, though shielded by his glasses, catching the reflection of the bright flash of lightening. He was silent for a few moments, until-

"Oi! Murata! Let's get out of here before we get soaked!" Yuuri grabbed his companion's sleeve and dragged him off down the street, the two dashing for the train station.

A few minutes later, and Yuuri and Murata were walking down the familiar sidewalk toward the train station, soaked through and laughing at themselves. Murata had removed his glasses to keep them dry, and the dark fabric of their school uniforms was darker still from the rain. During a particularly vicious puddle-splashing war, which resulted in Yuuri falling flat on his back in a shallow pool of water, he spotted something.

"Hey, isn't that that singer guy?"

Murata followed the direction of his friend's gaze, eyes landing on a hunched figure sitting on a bench, completely soaked through, a rather piteous creature.

"I think it is... I saw him on that quiz show..." Murata noted, reaching a hand out to help Yuuri up.

Yuuri was ahead of him, though, and already on his feet walking towards the man. "E-Excuse me?"

No answer. He tried again.

"Aren't you that singer guy? Shinji or something?"

The pink-headed man made a sound, what could have been a laugh or a cough, and turned his face up to meet Yuuri's eyes. "It's Shindou Shuichi. You know... I have fanbases worldwide that would hunt you down for that... Honestly, and you from my home country..." He shook his head in faux incredulity.

"So you are!" Yuuri smiled. "I'm Shibuya Yuuri, Harajuku Fu-" he broke off when he noticed the man's expression. "Are you okay?"

Shindou Shuichi shrugged. "What's it matter to you, anyway? You didn't even know my name. Although, I have to admit, it's a nice change not to have to be running for my life..."

Murata had moved to stand at Yuuri's shoulder. "You shouldn't be out in the rain like this. You might catch a cold, Shindou-san."

The cough-laugh again.

Yuuri frowned. "It doesn't matter that I don't know you, can't I just care about another human being? I don't see why you have to be so rude! Come on, Murata, let's go!" He turned and began walking back down the sidewalk.

"Shibuya! Hey, Shibuya!" came Murata's panicky voice.

Yuuri turned to see what Murata wanted, and suddenly the world fell to darkness. The last thing he remembered before his face hit the wet concrete hard was a group of tall, cloaked figured circling in around Murata and the pink-haired singer. Then, all was quiet.

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A/N: Which quiz show, you ask? Perhaps it's Quiz De Pon. Yes. Though that seems like something Mura-chan might watch. I didn't put in a single thing I told myself I would, besides Yuuri and Mura. Oh well. Hope you're well! Review, please!