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Chapter 2: Changes

Approximately six months had passed since Shuichi had walk out the door and Yuki hadn't seen him since. He sat on the couch with a pen and paper in his hand. He tried to think of the next chapter to his latest book but the night Shuichi left always interrupted his thoughts.

After he had left, he waited a few days before contacting his parents or Hiro's house to find out where he was but nobody knew. Of course, it was all blamed on Eiri, even he blamed himself.

"Damn it!" Seguchi's screams could be heard down the hall, "Where the hell is he?! K, have you found any clues?"

"None." the American replied, "He just vanished."

"Vanished?! Nobody just vanishes! How hard is it to find a singer with skimpy clothes and pink fucking hair!" Seguchi slammed the phone.

Hiro came into the office expecting good news but was clearly disappointed.

"Nothing right?" He asked dully, already knowing the answer.

"No signs of him, Hiro. I'm sorry but I'm afraid there's nothing else I can do."

"I guess this is it for Bad Luck then. No singer means no music. No music, no band."

"I'll come up with something. Don't worry." And with that, he dismissed Hiro from the office. God, he needed to think. What was he going to do?

Meanwhile out of the boards of Japan, a certain pink haired singer was also thinking, he also needed a plan if he was ever to face everyone and everything once again. But, was he ready?

"Well Shuichi, are you ready to go back?" Shuichi was staring at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were as beautiful as they were empty. "Yuki Eiri, I hope you've been praying. You will need it." His thoughts were interrupted by repeated knocking at the door.

"Who is it?" He called.

"It's me, Tony." He was a very handsome Spanish guy with the cute accent to match.

"Give me a sec, I have to put something on!" Of course Antonio wouldn't mind seeing him the way he was, in fact he would prefer that.

A few moments later Shuichi called, "Alright come in."

Poor Antonio almost fell over at the sight of Shuichi. He wore only a pair of jeans that were very low on the waist. The button was still open and left little to the imagination as the Spanish man gazed upon his young, toned body.

"Sorry to come in so early but I thought you might want to hear some info that I gathered." His voice quivered and he found he had trouble gathering his words to form an intelligent sentence. He couldn't believe this was the same guy from six months ago.

Flashback - Six months ago

Tony was leaving the hotel in Japan around 7:30 am and as he was exiting he found what he thought was a girl. As he leaned to ask her if she needed help he smelled the alcohol, he moved in closer.

"Hey miss, are you ok?" he got no response. "Hey Miss." he shook what he thought was a girl.

"Fuck off Yuki." Shuichi growled. He felt very dizzy and fell right in top of the young man who was shocked to learn, that by the sound of his voice, she was definitely a he.

Shuichi opened his sleepy eyes and sat up. "Oh my head." Naturally, he put a hand to his head to try to help the throbbing. "What happened to me?"

"Well glad you're finally up. My guess is you're feeling quite hung over right now."

Shuichi was obviously confused as he took in his accent. Who was this person and how the hell did he end up in a bed that wasn't Yuki's bed? "Oh my god, don't tell me I had sex with you." His eyes where filling with tears and he felt ashamed as well as disgusted with himself.

"No, you certainly did not. I found you on the street in very bad shape. You fell unconscious so I brought you to the hotel I've been staying in." The Spanish man narrowed his eyes at Shuichi's comment, unsure if he should feel insulted or not. "By the way my name is Antonio but everyone calls me Tony." He jerked his head in Shuichi's direction. "What's yours?"

"My name is Shindou, Shuichi Shindou. How long have I been sleeping?"

"I'd say about at least 7 hours."

"Where am I?" Shuichi started taking in his surroundings but had to cringe every time he moved his head.

"Well, technically you're still in Japan."

"What do you mean technically?"

"Um, how to say this, we're flying out of Japan to Europe." He saw the sudden change in expression and now he was really regretting this.

Okay, scratch that, he wasn't in a bed, he was in a chair. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" He jerked his body further away from Tony. "You have to stop the plane!" He demanded, "This is kidnapping!" Panic shot through his body.

"Calm down, I'm not kidnapping you. I just couldn't leave you there in that condition and I couldn't get another flight out of here before tomorrow." He saw tears in Shuichi's eyes and softened when they escaped the confines of his eyes and stained his cheeks.

"Hey, take it easy. I can tell the pilot to land in the closest airport."

Shuichi wasn't crying because he was upset. He was in agony for some other reason Antonio didn't know, but the pain in Shuichi's face was making him upset. Why should such a beautiful boy have to have such a distraught look on his face?

"Can I get you anything in the meantime?"

"I'm sorry." That's all he could manage to get out.

"Don't worry I'll get you home soon."

"I don't have a home to go to," Shuichi said between sobs.

"You're more than welcome to accompany me in my trip if you'd like."

Shuichi relaxed. "I don't want to be burden."

"Don't worry I'd like the company." Shuichi smiled slightly in thanks and Tony smiled back, causing the pink haired boy relax a lot more than he was and eventually fall asleep.

During the months that followed, they made a few stops such as, Italy and France. After a few more hours, they where on Tony's home land.

Spain.

Antonio learned the story about Shuichi and Yuki during their trip, his reason for not wanting to go back to Japan as of yet. He also learned about the only person that Shuichi missed, his best friend and band mate Hiro.

With Tony's help, Shuichi gained self-confidence. They had been exercising everyday as a way to relieve stress. He also worked with Antonio who turned out to be a very famous photographer that happened to be in Japan looking for new models.

"Ok Shuichi you've been here for three months and you're still dressing like a hooker." Of course Shuichi wasn't happy with that statement. "You need a makeover."

"Why do I have to change the way I look? I think I look fine." He finished his sentence with a pout.

"You want a reason? Well I have few." He turned Shuichi to a big mirror in his office. "First of all, you are a guy. So these little shorts don't go with you. Second, 'the fuck me' boots you are wearing attracts the wrong attention. Third, the shirt and please don't get me started with the hair. If you really want to change, you need to get rid of all the old and embrace a new you."

Shuichi stared at the mirror and remembered that night and how he was insulted daily by that man he no longer wanted to mention.

"You're right Tony, do as you wish." He smiled at Antonio in approval.

"Well, let's begin." In less than five minutes, there were stylists, consultants, and people with lots of clothes and shoes to help Shuichi pick a new wardrobe.

That was then. The Shuichi that stood in front of him was a new person. He still had that slender figure but his muscles where more defined, his hair was black, kind of messy, but definitely not girly and a few piercing. Everything he's done to his image was done in very good taste, everything had a meaning. He had even posed a few times for Tony, but those pictures were not to be published yet.

"You can tell me all about it tomorrow, tonight I want to go out."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Well, Tony, how about we go clubbing? It's been a long time and I feel in the mood." Shuichi slid his hand across his bare chest down his belly and hooked his thumb to his unbuttoned pants. He had a fire in his eyes and it was driving Tony insane with want.

"Okay, I know a good place it has great music and the atmosphere is relaxing."

"Tony," Shuichi said with a bit of sadness. "It's been so long."

"What are you talking about Shu?" He frowned. By the half hardened bulge in his pants, he was obviously thinking naughty.

"Since I sang. I don't even know if I'll be able to retake my career."

"Oh! Singing! Right you sing." So that's what he meant. It almost made him disappointed.

"Don't tell me you forgot. Well I haven't. I kinda miss it sometimes. I guess it was a good thing that Bad Luck hadn't reached Europe yet."

"Yeah otherwise you wouldn't have been able to move ahead with your plans."

"Ok that's enough, I want to have a good time tonight, so no sadness." he gave Tony a big grin.

Tony was glad that he met Shuichi; it took him a while to start smiling and coming out of his shell. He was like a broken doll, whoever that Yuki was did a lot of damage.

"Hey Tony, go and get ready, put on some hot clothes for me." He got so close to Tony, he was breathing onto his neck.

'God he's so damn hot' Tony thought as he closed his eyes he wanted to feel every breath, every word.

His pants started to feel tighter.

"What's the matter? Am I making you… uncomfortable?" Shuichi was now speaking directly in his ear.

"Mmm, not at all." Tony turned around to face Shuichi's, it was like a wordless plea. He wanted Shuichi so bad, and by the bump he was now feeling it looked like Shuichi was also in need.

"Do you want me Tony?" Shuichi was very proud of himself, this is something he couldn't accomplish with Yuki, and he loved the feeling of rendering someone powerless.

"Of course I do. Please Shuichi, I need you." His erection was painful and by now he was reduced to stroking himself against Shuichi's leg, trying to find some relief.

"No, no. That's not allowed." Shuichi, placed his hand on Tony's groin, a loud moan escaping from the man's lips.

"Oh god Shuichi, don't tease me like that." he was fiercely humping the singer's hand.

"As you wish." Shuichi removed the hand, leaving his friend panting, aroused and confused. "Now go and get ready we leave at 10 pm." he turned around and went to his room.

'What the hell just happened?' Thought Antonio. 'God Shuichi, if you only knew how I felt.'

TBC: I hope U guys enjoy this. Reviews are greatly appreciated (.)

Thanks to Inu-midoriko for cleaning up my stories and making them pretty