Bleh…it's seems that my mind doesn't want me to get this finished. :sighs: Writer's block really sucks, but I'm gonna try, nonetheless. Hopefully it won't be in vain…

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Noise and Kisses…

Shuichi tossed and turned in bed, exhausted but, for some reason, unable to sleep. After thirty minutes of pointless attempts at slumber, he gave up and glanced sideways at the person in the bed next to him. Eiri always slept like a rock and it made Shuichi jealous. The blonde could probably sleep through a tornado if Shuichi didn't try to wake him.

Shuichi smiled softly and brushed the hair out of Eiri's eyes with a gentle hand. Eiri didn't even move. Shuichi chuckled quietly and placed a soft kiss against the blonde's forehead before crawling out of the bed, pulling a long-sleeved T-shirt over his head to dull the winter chill that had taken over the apartment. He checked the thermostat on the way to the living room and turned it up a couple of degrees, smiling in relief when he heard the small click that signaled the heater turning on.

His next stop was the kitchen, where he grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator before returning to the living room and taking a seat in the armchair next to a window. Living so far away from the city, there was no artificial light to drown out the stars in the sky. The only light other than the moon was the dim light motion sensor light that hung above the garage.

Shuichi sighed and gazed up at the sky. He could easily make out the big dipper and Orion's belt shining above. He sighed again and opened his bottle of water with a quiet crack, gulping down a healthy amount of it before slouching down in his chair and closing his eyes and losing himself in thoughts about what was to come over the next couple of weeks.

Bad Luck's first concert in four years was looming ahead of them and advancing quickly. He couldn't help but be a little bit nervous about it. A little bit. Hell, he was scared to death. Their album had sold an amazing amount of copies on the first day, close to three million. He didn't want to disappoint the audience by messing up or something like he had in the past. To him, it was almost like they were opening for Ask at Zepp Tokyo all over again. The butterflies viciously beat their wings against the lining of his stomach and he couldn't stop thinking of all the ways he could mess the night up.

'It's still two weeks away,' he tried to reassure himself. 'It's nothing to worry about. You'll be fine by then.'

He laughed. "Not still two weeks away. Only two weeks away."

Knowing that made him want to scream out loud and rip the hair from his head, but then he would wake Eiri up and what would he think if he saw him standing in a pile of his hair? He'd probably freak out and go into mother mode and carry Shuichi off to bed in a fit. Shuichi couldn't help but laugh out loud. Eiri really was turning into such a mother hen, wasn't he? But he couldn't help it. Shuichi knew that the death of Aimee had hit Eiri hard, and he didn't want to lose Shuichi in the same way.

A gentle hand on Shuichi's shoulder made him jump. He looked up to see Eiri smiling upon him sleepily.

"The bed was colder without you," he explained and took a seat in the chair across from Shuichi. The raven-haired man quickly stood and nestled himself in the blonde's lap, wrapping his arms around Eiri's neck.

"Sorry," he muttered. "I couldn't sleep."

Eiri chuckled and kissed Shuichi's temple softly. "Nervous? You still have two weeks. Breathe."

Shuichi laughed. "I was just having that argument with my mind when you scared me half to death." He looked up at Eiri and smiled, placing a gentle kiss at the corner of his mouth when he frowned. "But don't worry. I'll be fired up by the time the concert rolls around."

Eiri smiled and stared out the window. One of his hands ran up and down Shuichi's leg while the other played lazily with the hair at the base of his neck. Shuichi sighed into the touches and rested his head against Eiri's shoulder, closing his eyes.

"I don't deserve you," he whispered. "How can you love me after everything that I put you through?"

Eiri sighed. "I could ask the same of you."

Shuichi chuckled and nodded his head slowly. "That is true. But tell me why. You could have just left me lying there on the kitchen floor the first time you found me. Why did you save me?"

He felt Eiri's arms tense around him but he kept his tone even when he spoke. "Do you wish that I hadn't found you? That you had died all that time ago?"

Shuichi shook his head. "No, because then I wouldn't be with you right now. It's just something that's been on my mind for a while now. I figured that it wouldn't hurt to ask."

Eiri sighed. "I saved you because I knew that I would never be able to earn your forgiveness if I just let you die. And seeing you there, dying… The emotions that flooded through me then confirmed my feelings, that I loved you and I never wanted to be without you again."

Shuichi smiled and tipped his head back so he could see the blonde's face. "And I love you and always have loved you because I knew and still know that everything you did was out of denial. You were a bastard and I shouldn't love you after what you did, but I still do because I understand why you did all that you did. "

Eiri sighed. "Denial isn't an excuse for beating you and reducing to cutting yourself," he muttered.

Shuichi furrowed his brow and brushed the bangs out of Eiri's eye with a gentle hand. He smiled sadly at the anguish in Eiri's eyes and kissed the corner of his mouth softly. He hopped out of his lap and grabbed his hand, pulling Eiri up from the chair and dragging him back toward their room.

"Let's not think about those things, okay? We're together and we're happy and it's going to stay that way for the rest of our lives. I think it's time for us both to put the past behind us and move on."

Eiri nodded and Shuichi smirked devilishly as he pushed him back onto the bed, crawling on top of him so he was straddling his hips. He attacked Eiri's mouth with his own, happily letting the blonde's tongue snake into his mouth when it asked for entrance. They stayed like that for a while, until Shuichi moaned and Eiri had to pull back to breathe with a strangled gasp.

Before he knew what was happening, Shuichi was flipped onto his back and Eiri was attacking his neck with his lips, teeth, and tongue…sucking, biting, and licking every spare inch of pale skin. Shuichi moaned and gripped Eiri's biceps tightly, tipping his head back to give Eiri further access to the flesh there.

Eiri pulled away with a smile and slowly began undressing himself and the drugged man beneath him. They perfectly did the dance that had been done a million times before, proclaiming their love for another over and over again until they reached release and words were no longer necessary.

They laid sated in each other's arms when they were finished, and Shuichi drifting first, they both fell asleep.

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The following days at NG were full of tension and unimportant arguments that were started over some of the most trivial things. Hiro and Ben argued back and forth about the right way to play a synthesizer. When Suguru jumped in and confirmed that Hiro was right, Ben refused to talk to either of them for the remainder of the day. K got angry with Shuichi over nothing, as usual, and didn't bother to hide the fact that he was just arguing for the sake of arguing. Hell, everyone else was doing it. He didn't want to be left out. Sakano was the typical knotted ball of nerves that one had to expect him to be. With a "re-debut" concert on his shoulders, he had to make sure that everything went smoothly and, more importantly, as planned, something that rarely happened when Shuichi was involved in the process.

Suguru and Hiro were arguing over what color a #2 pencil was ("It's orange!" "No, it's yellow!") with Shuichi and Ben quietly sitting in a corner and trying to tone out the annoying fighting when K burst into the room, his trademark silver Magnum pointed straight at Hiro's forehead.

"Will you two can it! No one cares what color the pencil is. Why is Barney purple! Now that's a more pressing matter for you to be arguing about!"

The two looked back and forth between each other and K with worried expressions on their faces. The gleam in their manager's eye was enough to let them know that he was starting to unravel at the seams, which wasn't good. A psychotic Sakano they were used to. A deranged K was a completely different story.

"Now, K. There's no need to point that think in Nakano-san's face. They're just frustrated, like you are. Hey! That doesn't mean that you can point it at me!" Sakano ran into the room in an attempt to get K to put his gun away, but wound up with it pointed at his nose instead. He looked at it cross-eyed and took a tentative step back, his hands in front of him. "You don't need to point it at me, either. There's no need for violence."

K growled quietly and Shuichi couldn't keep the small snort from slipping through his lips. K's ears perked and he turned his attention on to Shuichi and Ben, just recognizing them. He stormed over to where Shuichi was quietly reading a book and hit the singer across the back of the head with his gun. Shuichi stammered and looked up at his manager with a furrowed brow. When K just smirked at him, he frowned and threw the large, not to mention hard-covered book, at his manager's head. It missed.

"Please calm down. I realize that your nerves are running high, but there's nothing to worry about. Everything will be taken care of."

Touma sauntered into the room casually, smiling and seemingly oblivious to the fact that, had he walked in any later, he would have been in a murder scene. He smiled at each member of Bad Luck and nodded slightly.

"Yes, there's nothing to worry about. Both Nittle Grasper's and Bad Luck's technicians are working together to make sure that this is the best concert Tokyo has ever seen."

Shuichi mumbled a curse under his breath and shoved himself up from his chair so he could retrieve the book he'd thrown. It had closed on its way across the room and it now lay on the floor, awkwardly bent open. He cursed again when he realized he hadn't marked the page he'd been on. Great. Just great.

"Our technicians have nothing to worry about. Nittle Grasper and Bad Luck performing on the same stage for the first time in years is good enough for the fans. I've heard talk from just about everyone. They say that it's going to be the show of the century." Sakano woozed a little on his feet, his notorious nerves finally starting to take effect on him.

Touma smiled and nodded, his green eyes sparkling with happiness. "So they say, and we shall not disappoint our fans, right? After four years of absence from both bands, I think that they deserve a top notch show."

"Balls to the wall, man," Ben chimed in from across the room.

The other six men in the room furrowed their brows and glanced at Ben. Ben peeked up at them from the top of his magazine and smiled innocently. "What? I didn't do anything."

Shuichi snorted and shook his head as he plopped back down into his seat. "Now that everyone has had their daily dose of Ben's crude American humor…WHY ARE WE JUST SITTING HERE!" He slammed his book down on the table. "I feel like we should be doing something. It's our first concert in forever and I don't feel anything but nerves. Shouldn't we be doing something besides sitting here and doing nothing?"

Touma shrugged. "What would you like to do, Shuichi-san?"

Shuichi answered with a return shrug. "I dunno. Something besides just sitting here and feeling worthless would be nice."

Hiro yawned and stretched, drawing everyone's attention to him. "I agree with Shuichi. I feel like we should be doing something. The techs shouldn't have to do all of the work."

"It's how a concert works, Nakano-san," Sakano chimed in. "This is how we did things four years ago and it's how the music business still does things."

"Besides, you'll get to do your work when it comes time for sound check," K added.

Suguru scowled and shook his head. "Which is still a week away, on the day of the concert." He sighed. "What a diversely competent band we are."

Ben chuckled but ignored the glances when Hiro and Shuichi looked at him this time. He continued to read his rather interesting article about a T-Rex that supposedly terrorized a trailer park. He checked the front cover of the tabloid and smirked. Ah, how he loved Globe.

"Then what would you like to do, Fujisaki-kun?" Touma muttered. "Since Shuichi-san seems unable to answer that question himself."

Shuichi scowled at the comment but was ignored by the others in the room. He shrugged and continued searching for the spot he'd left off at in his book.

Suguru shrugged and put a finger beneath his chin in an exaggerated gesture to show that he was thinking…hard. "What is there that we can do? We have to be able to help with some of the technical things. I mean, it can't be that hard, can it?"

Touma smiled devilishly and nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. "I guess you're right." He nodded and turned his back to the room, gesturing for them to follow him. "This way then."

The six jumped up from their chairs and followed Touma out to the parking garage of NG. They all loaded into Touma's car and headed for the Zepp Tokyo clubhouse, Touma smiling in that eerie way that he did the entire way.

The pulled into Zepp's parking lot ten minutes later and climbed out of the car. Touma silently led them into the clubhouse and backstage where all of the technicians were working avidly on wiring the lights and stage for the upcoming show.

Touma stopped and turned to face the group behind him…still smiling. It sent a shiver rippling every one of their bodies.

"Since you all were so eager to do something, I think I'll have Fujiwara-san tell you what he needs your help with. K-san, Sakano-san, and I will be heading back toward NG to work on the final stages there." He smiled again and left with K and Sakano following him.

Shuichi watched his retreating back and frowned. "He never said anything about work needing to be done back at NG."

Suguru shrugged. "You never gave him time to say anything about it, you dolt."

A tall man with short black hair and cold grey eyes walked up to them with his arms crossed over his chest. He frowned and sized them up with his eyes, making Shuichi fidget nervously, which resulted in getting a foot stamped to the ground by Hiro. The man finally nodded and sighed.

"Call me Fujiwara," he said. "Touma says that you want to help us prepare for your upcoming concert?"

Shuichi nodded. "Yeah. You got something for us to do?"

The man's smile was eerily familiar. He and Touma had been working together for years, that was definitely apparent. "Oh. We have plenty of work for you to do. The only question is, will you be able to handle it?"

Suguru and Hiro turned to Shuichi and glared at him with looks that could kill. He frowned and held his hands up in front of him as protection.

"Hey! It's your fault. I started it, yes, but you're the ones that kept going. If this is anyone's fault, it's you two."

"Come." The turned and saw that Fujiwara was already walking off.

They ran after him and listened to everything that needed to be done. The lights needed wiring, the stage needed this, this, and this, and… Hiro and Suguru continued to throw frustrated glares in Shuichi's direction, but he just kept throwing them off. They could blame him all they wanted, but it was their fault for being the mess that they were in.

Fujiwara left them with his list of chores and they set to work immediately, keeping their hands busy and their minds, for once, off the worry of the impending concert.

TBC…

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A/N: This is short, I know, but at least it's something. I was going to make it longer, but it would have taken forever to be finished so I stopped here… Am I'm...eh...with it. It's okay...

Anyway…no one reviewed last chapter…I hope you haven't forgotten about this. I'm sorry if you have because I know that it's my fault. :sighs: The next chapter won't be much longer than this one, if at all longer. Sorry…chapter 30 will be longer, I promise, since it's gonna be the last chapter and all. :sighs:…

School starts soon...:sighs:...and I'm not going to post the last chapter until a specific date. When that is...you'll just have to find out. It's not that difficult to know if you pay attention...

Well…thanks for reading and I'll see ya guys next chapter…Ja matta ne!...