A/N: Told ya you didn't have to wait long. The song, Heart Attack, is by me (I tried to compose music to go with it, but after an hour or so on my keyboard, that went down the tubes like ASK's music career.) Anyway, Bold is Ryu singing, Italics are Shu, and Bold Italics are both. I think there will be one or two more chapters after this one. (Kumagoro: Review!)

Chapter 7: Heart Attack

The music started, a slow mournful tune that continued for a minute before growing faster and faster and discordant until it stopped. Shuichi and Ryuichi entered onto the stage in normal clothes, their costumes forgotten.

Ryuichi faced the crowd, a grave look on his face. The music fell into a fast paced rhythm, the main melody was Hiro's guitar. Ryuichi began to sing and the roaring crowd grew silent.

"This time, who will win?

The battle for lust'd after hearts.

I for you

You for him.

I hold this emotion back."

Shuichi picked up his mic, as Ryuichi turned to him, and he trembled nervously. This was scary; broadcasting these emotions to everyone. But he sang confidently:

"I hold it in my mind

I can't keep it back!"

Ryu sang a pleading tone in his voice, and he held his hands out to Shuichi.

"I don't want you to keep it back!"

Shuichi blinked, and looked at the other singer.

"I know this won't last,

Pleasure explodes in a heart attack.

I hold you this time,

While you love another,

I kiss you in time

To your betraying heart

I can't hold it back

Again!"

Shuichi shook his head and turned away Ryuichi, his voice stronger and even more confident than before.

"I know your eyes

See the truth

Of my mismatched heart

My mask…

Peeled away

You see my scars

You see my pain!

(My truth)

I CAN'T HOLD YOU BACK!"

Shuichi stood chest heaving, and Ryuichi grabbed him from behind.

"Please don't say that you love him."

Shuichi shook his head as the music grew louder. He turned to face the other singer, and grabbed his hands, holding them tightly.

"Passion explodes in a heart attack,

We can't make this last,

We hold ourselves together

Knowing full well we'll return to another

We kiss

Our hearts betraying the world."

For a second, it looked like they were to kiss, but then Ryuichi pulled away, scowling.

"You say that you love him,

You think that you love him,

He says that he hates you

You know that he doesn't

LOVE

YOU

BACK!"

This time it was Ryuichi to break form and shout.

Shuichi pulled away, shaking his head.

"This time, we love one another,

This time

The first and the last.

Then

With tears

I will hold this emotion back."

Shuichi dropped his head.

"Your tears give me my heart attack.

I can't seem to hold them back.

Our passion will never last,

Your betraying heart

Beats with your tears

And disallows me to

Hold you

In my heart attack."

The song ended.

It took a few seconds for the crowd to realize that the song was over-- they were struck by the intensity of the vocalists, but they made up for the momentary silence by cheering their heads off.

It was the loudest applause Shuichi had ever seen. Panting, and positively glowing, he threw his arms around Ryuichi, laughing happily. "We did it, we did it!" he cried, jumping happily.

Ryuichi grinned and spun Shuichi around as the crowd cheered louder and louder, demanding an encore. "Listen to them, Shu-chan! They loved it! They loved us!" he declared triumphantly.

Shuichi grinned, and leaned his forehead against Ryuichi's. "Thank you Ryu-chan," he murmured, giving his idol a long, soft kiss. The crowd roared in approval, any and all scruples against gay guys forgotten in the moment.

The vocalist for Nittle Grasper wrapped his arms around Shuichi's waist, and by the time they had pulled away, music was playing again.

Ryuichi grinned. "Ready to sing again, Shu-chan?" he asked, his voice reverberating over the melody of the song that had saved the one he loved from a embarrassing demise; the one that allowed them to be on this stage together. Shuichi nodded.

The turned to face the wildly cheering crowd, arms looped around the other's waist, and began to sing.

"Tooku de me o hikarasete mezameru monotachi matte iru

Yoru no jouheki sasowarete utsurisumu mure no nukegara ni

(From far away, let your eyes shine; those who have awakened are still waiting.

Seduce the ramparts of the night in the cast-off pile of skins left by things that now live elsewhere.)

…

Sotto dakishimete zutto tsukamaete motto kokoro made kowasu you ni!

(Hold me gently; always catch me; more and more, in order to break my heart)"

The tenderness the two shared was evident throughout the song.

Shuichi smiled sheepishly up at Ryuichi, who was beaming proudly down at him. "You finally sing for me," he mumbled, kissing the pink-haired boy's cheek. Shuichi blushed.

All the way in Japan, an Eiri Yuki was smiling sadly at the television. His cell phone rang and he answered it.

"Did you see the concert?" Tohma asked.

"Mn-hm. I can see you talking on the phone now."

"Are you terribly upset?"

"Considering he ignored my call, not really."

"Ignored your call?" Tohma frowned at Shuichi's back. "That's not like Shindou-san…"

"I pissed him off, what can I say? I tried to apologize, but he never called back."

"I'll talk to him later, alright, Eiri?"

Yuki grumbled. "Whatever." He then hung up.

Tohma shut his phone, gears in his head turning. He came up with one answer. Ryuichi. Somehow, that man had been able to prevent Shuichi from getting that call. He knew it. "Oh, well," Tohma sighed, "Let them enjoy this."

After a long and tiring interveiw session from XMR, Ryu and Shuichi went into the shared conference room that they knew probably held dissaproving band mates and bosses.

Instead they were met by happily clapping bandmates. Even Tohma was clapping enthusiastically.

"What?" Shuichi asked, looking at Tohma, incredibly surprised.

"Congratulations, Shindou, Ryuichi" his boss laughed. "Your song's already reached number three on the charts. Oh, and Shindou?"

"Yes?"

"I talked with Eiri. He begrudgingly aproves."

Shuichi's eyes grew wide, whether in shock or guilt was hard to tell. "He watched the concert?"

"Mm-hmm. I talked with him afterwards. You two need to settle things out."

"Oh, wow..." Shuichi mumbled. He had quite honestly forgotten that he had told Yuki to watch the concert. "I'll talk with him in Japan..." he murmured, nodding.

Tohma smiled coolly, and wandered over to a completely shell-shocked Sakano.

"I swear, Sacho, that we didn't plan for that!" he cried. "It gave me a heart attack when Shuichi did that." He aparently was talking about Ryuichi and Shuichi's kiss.

Tohma shrugged. "I think that was the purpose," he laughed, patting the distraught manager on the shoulder. "It kept their hearts from breaking, and that's okay. There was no harm done. We are in America, after all!" With a smile, he looked over at Ryuichi and Shuichi, who were both obviously basking in the happy glow of the other. "It's perfectly fine with me... For now."