Wicked Game

Hey, sorry it's late. I've decided to post the remaining chapters of this story, as I have another one I need to finish. Anyway, thanks to those who reviewed. Hope you like the rest of this story.

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Chapter Three

As Yuki cried, he cursed himself. He knew he should never have trusted his brother, he had never done anything unless he gained something. Tatsuha was, and always will be selfish. He also wondered why Shuichi would have someone spy on him, didn’t the younger man trust him, he did admit he had been cold to Shuichi, but only because he was afraid.

Yuki wanted Shuichi to spend the rest of his life with him, and now it had all been ruined. He prayed that Tohma was right, that Shuichi had faked his suicide, and was not laying at the bottom of the sea.

He tensed as he heard Tohma’s cell phone ringing. He got up and went out into the front room. Tatsuha was still sitting on the couch, Yuki glared at him, making his younger brother cower. Tohma was pacing the room, talking flat out on his cell.

When Tohma hung up, he smiled at Eiri.

“The private investigator Shuichi hired was a guy called Akira. He was reluctant to tell, but my men managed to persuade him, he obtained a fake ID for Shuichi under the name Iki Akari. That’s all he knows. I had my men phone airports and a Iki Akari boarded a plane to New York.”

Yuki collapsed on to the couch, he felt so relieved, at least his little baka was still alive. He looked up at Tohma, and the older man nodded. That meant he had already called someone to find his brat.

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It had been a few days since Tohma had found out that Shuichi was still alive, but they hadn’t been able to find him, it’s like he had dropped off the face of the earth. Tohma had everyone he knew searching for Shuichi.

He found out that Iki Akari went to XMR in New York, so he contacted Reiji. Tohma knew she wasn’t telling him the whole truth, she said she had had a meeting with ‘Iki Akari’ who was interested in a job at XMR, but she said she hadn’t realised that the man was Shuichi.

Tohma already had one of his men on his way to New York, he had given him specific instructions to follow Reiji, see who she interacts with. Hopefully he would find Shuichi. Now all they had to do was wait.

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Shuichi had only been in New York for a day when he got a call from Akira, the private investigator he used. The man had had a visit from Tohma’s minions, and he had had no choice but to tell them what had happened. Shuichi didn’t blame the man, he knew what Tohma was capable of.

At least Akira hadn’t told them that the man had given him another ID. Shuichi hoped he wouldn’t have to use it this soon, but he had no choice, so he got rid of his Iki Akair ID and started using the other one. His name was now Sachi Shinrai, his first name meant fortunate, happy, lucky. He snorted, he didn’t feel very lucky.

Along with his name, he had once again changed his appearance. He had changed his dark purple hair to a blackish/blue colour with electric blue streaks. He bought clothes to make him look gothic, every item was black.

At the moment, he sat on the couch in his apartment Reiji had got for him. It was small, but nice. He turned his head to look out the window. Yuki and the others knew he wasn’t dead, and that meant Tohma would start a full scale search for him, he didn’t know who had asked him. But it must have been Hiro, Yuki obviously didn’t give a shit.

He hated New York, it was a nice enough place, but it wasn’t home. Like the old saying goes ‘Home is where the heart is,’ and his heart was in Japan with Yuki. He had never had to live alone before and it wasn’t as hard as he thought, just lonely.

His eyes slid to the packet of cigarettes on the table. He had only been in his new apartment for a few hours when he suddenly had a craving for a cigarette. He knew it was because he had inhaled Yuki’s second hand smoke for quite a while. When he had bough a packet and lit one, he had a coughing fit for about 20 minutes, he hadn’t smoked one since.

He sighed, picking up the packet and lighter. He craved one, he just hoped he didn’t have another coughing fit. Placing one between his lips, he flicked the lighter and brought the flame to the end and inhaled.

He coughed out the smoke, but after a few more drags he got used to the burning smoke as it filled his lungs. He now understood why Yuki smoked, it did calm your nerves. His thoughts ran to his new job.

Reiji offered him a solo recording contract, but he had declined. Even though singing was his life, he didn’t think he could face it. Yuki had always been the person he sang for, now that Yuki was no longer in his life, singing made his heart hurt. So Reiji offered him a job as a songwriter.

He didn’t think he would be able to even compose a song, but as he put pen to paper, the words flowed like water. The band he was writing songs for was a group of three men. They were called My Little Eye, and Reiji said they were a punk band. He hadn’t met them yet, so he hoped they liked the song he had wrote for them. Looking at his watch, he sighed. He had to meet Reiji and the band in 20 minutes.

After making sure he was presentable. Black jeans and black shirt. He grimaced as he looked in the mirror. Black was so not his colour, he usually lived in bright, clashing colours. Running a hand through his dishevelled hair, he picked up his notebook and keys, and left his apartment. It was only a ten minute walk to XMR, so he didn’t have to rush.

When he arrived at the appointed studio, he was the first to arrive, so he sat on the couch and waited. It made his heart ache being in a recording studio. It hadn’t been that long since he had been at NG, but he was already missing it.

The door opened and Reiji came in followed by the band and another man, who was probably their manager. Reiji looked at Shuichi and narrowed her eyes. He knew instantly that something was wrong, but he remained calm and smiled at the women.

“Guys, this is Sachi Shinrai, your new songwriter.” Reiji introduced Shuichi as they all sat down.

“Sachi, this is Nick, Luke, and Kenny.” Reiji said as she pointed out each guy.

Nick was the vocalist, he was a nice looking young man, maybe in his late teens with black hair and dark blue eyes. Luke was a little older, maybe in his early twenties. He also had black hair, his eyes were green. And Kenny was the youngest, maybe about 17. He was short with blood red hair and greyish/blue eyes.

Shuichi felt eyes boring into him and met eyes with the man leaning against the wall. He was Japanese and Shuichi thought he had seen the man before.

“Oh, this is Ren Naoki, the bands new manager.”

Shuichi nodded his head at the man. After saying hi and all that crap to the band, they got down to business. Pulling out his note book, he passed it to Nick. After each of them had read it, the three guys smiled at each other.

“This is great, we love it. Thanks.” Nick said.

Reiji had been translating for him, he would be glad when she found him someone to teach him English, it would then be a whole lot easier. She even had to edit his lyrics, translating them.

When Reiji stood up, he also got to his feet. After saying good bye, they left the studio together. They walked down the corridor, not realising when the studio door opened slightly.

“Shuichi, how are you doing?”

Shuichi sighed. “I’m fine.”

Reiji narrowed her eyes, not believing him. “Well…why don’t you go home, I’ll find you someone to teach you English, so I call you.”

“Thanks Reiji.”

He turned and left the building, wondering whether he should go out tonight.

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Back in Tokyo, Tohma finally got the phone call he had been waiting for. After speaking briefly to the man on the phone, he called Eiri. His brother-in-law had been a total wreck these passed couple of days. After arranging to meet Eiri at Narita airport, he asked his secretary to make sure his private jet would be ready.

He left his office, passing Hiro on the way. He smiled at the man. He had not told Hiro and the others, he had just said that Shuichi was taking a few days off. He just hoped Shuichi would be coming back with them. He didn’t want to think what would happen if he didn’t.

Eiri was already at the airport waiting for him. They by-passed all the crap and walked up the few steps to enter the jet. As they sat down, Tohma studied his brother-in-laws face. It was pale and drawn, but he could tell the man felt relieved that Shuichi had been found.

Eiri sighed as he sat down, he had been waiting for Tohma to call for the last two days. He had sat by the phone, waiting for the good news, and it had finally come. He was relieved, but anxious. What if Shuichi didn’t let him explain? What if his brat didn’t believe him?

Maybe he should have brought Tatsuha, so his brother could tell Shuichi the truth himself. But he couldn’t be near his brother at the moment. He snapped out of his daze as a glass appeared in front of him.

“Thanks.” He said, taking the glass of scotch from Tohma. He took a sip, and closed his eyes as the liquid burned his throat. “So, tell me.” He said.

“He’s got a job as a songwriter for a band called My Little Eye, his new name is Sachi Shinrai. My informant told me he has black hair with blue streaks and his appearance makes him look gothic. That’s all I know.”

Turning his head he looked out the window as the jet began to move down the runway, then suddenly lift into the air. He hated flying, he knocked back the rest of his drink and placed the glass back on the bar. He couldn’t picture Shuichi all in black, the colour was something Shuichi would never wear. Yuki loved Shuichi in colour. It was a part of why he loved the younger man so much.

He closed his eyes, it was going to be a long flight, so he might as well get some sleep. For the first time in two days, he fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. Shuichi’s face flashed through his mind.