Author's Note: Hey guys, I never thought that I'd be writing again so quickly, but I just got this idea about a week after I finally finished Dire Consequences, and someone asked for a sequel, and I was like you know what would be cool? So I wanted to do a sequel to What If I Had Let You Go, but then I decided not to, but then when I started writing this, I decided that it was from the same sort of idea, so it is not the prequel, or the sequel, but the ... samequel...er, yes, that's my new word. So, you don't need to read the other story to understand this one, just read this and come to your own conclusions...

Just a note, the beginning part is written in present tense, so sorry about that, I know that I'm not too great at writing in it, I just thought that it would go well with the dream explanation. Besides that, it's in the regular past tense.

Okay, well the idea for this story came to me after watching my favourite movie, The Butterfly Effect, so if you've seen the movie, you'll definitely recognize the main idea.

Warning: Some mild boringness in the this chapter...the good stuff doesn't start til chapter two  but I really needed to have this here...I suppose it's not too tragic though (I hope)

Oh, and nothing to watch out for in this chapter...

Disclaimer: Gee whiz, I always forgot to tell people I don't own this, I really hope they don't think otherwise…

Chapter One: A Prophetic Dream

Part One: A Party!

Shuichi bolted upright in bed after his second nightmare that night. Fifth that week. And God knows how many that month. As usual, he's walking down a hallway; actually, the hallway in Eiri's apartment. At the end, he can hear the sounds of the writer clicking away at his laptop unceasingly, and so he goes towards it. He can't remember why he's looking for Eiri, but it seems important to talk to him. As he slowly opens the door to the office, cringing in expectation of the writer's anger, there's a glimpse of blond hair and a bright flash, and then suddenly, sitting in Eiri's chair, there's a strange man with brown hair.

"Hey Shuichi!" The man says, smiling as he closes the laptop, and stands up to greet him. "I've been waiting for you to get home, what do you feel like for supper?"

"Who...who are you?" He asks the man, in a frightened tone.

"Don't be silly Shuichi-kun!" The man giggles, and reaches to stroke a hand along his cheek, but he recoils, "Hey, what's the matter?"

"Where's Eiri?"

A look of confusion crosses the man's face as he contemplates the name. "Um, I don't know any Eiri…are you feeling okay?" He reaches out a hand again, but this time gets it slapped away.

"No, I want my—"

There's another bright flash, and then—

"—Eiri!" The blond writer looks up from the laptop.

"Are you still here?"

"Uh…ug….wha…?"

"If you're not going to say anything interesting, you can leave me alone," Eiri turns back to the computer, with a smirk on his face, "But if you make supper, without using the oven, I'll come join you…"

What the hell? Where'd that man gone? And now Eiri is back? But the offer sounds promising, so he heads off down the hallways towards the kitchen, but just as he passes the bathroom, there's another flash and—

"—And so what do you want to make for supper?" The brown haired man is back, walking beside him so closely that they brush shoulders, "How do you feel about…mmm…takeout," the man laughs, "I'm too lazy to make food…"

All he can manage is a frozen look at the man, before bolting back in the direction of Eiri's office. When he looks in the door, he sees, to his horror, that the blond man is gone, and he notices that Eiri's bookcase, and ashtray is gone. There is no trace of the writer in the room, save the laptop, which, on closer examination, looks different.

Suddenly, there's a hand on his shoulder. "Is something wrong Shuichi? What are you looking for?"

"Where's Eiri? He's not here! What did you do with him?"

"Shuichi, calm down, I don't know who you're talking about! Just don't—"

"My boyfriend! Where is he? I just saw him, a second ago! What the hell did you do with him?"

The brown haired man looks at him for a second, a look of realization dawning on his face. Then, unexpectedly, he laughs. "Oh, wow, you had me going there for a second Shuichi…wow, I thought for a second you were serious about having a boyfriend in our appartment, or something."

"Uh…our appartment?"

"Um, yeah, at least, last time I checked…" The man slings a friendly arm over his shoulders, and attempts to nuzzle into his neck, but he rips himself away.

Running through the apartment, he sees no sign of Eiri ever being there. None of the empty beer cans, no ashtrays everywhere, no picture, no books scattered haphazardly across the table, no nothing. It's like he never existed.

And then he's on the floor, screaming to have Eiri back, when he wakes up.

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Shuichi fumbled around with the key of the apartment, trying to get it into the lock. Why was the hallway so dark? He groaned as the keys slipped through his fingers to the floor. This was just the kind of day that he'd had all day long at NG.

Once inside, it was still pitch-black. Shuichi peered around the corner of his apartment curiously. Why was it so dark in here? Straining his ears, he listened for the familiar clicks of Eiri at his laptop, but there weren't any sounds coming from the office. That was strange. And surprisingly unusual. Not qualities that Eiri displayed too often; something weird was going on.

Cautiously, he stepped into the living room, feeling along the wall for the light switch. The floor creaked ominously to his left, causing him to jump forwards, frantically fumbling for the switch. Monsters! There were monsters in here, and they'd eaten Eiri; that was the only explanation. No, he was too young to die! If only he could find the light switch, he could banish the monsters, and what else? What else did monsters not like?

He desperately scanned his memory, and came up with an answer. Finally finding the light switch, Shuichi kept a steady hand on it as he slowly pulled his water bottle out of his bag, turning to face the pitch black room. With a shout, he flung on the light switch, and in the moment of the bright flash, squirted the contents of his water bottle onto the monster.

"Take that you beast!" His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, in case the monster had special powers, like turning people into stone. But then he heard something that sounded strangely like laughter. Did monsters laugh? Deciding that it was okay to have a peek, he opened his eyes to see the living room filled up with people that he knew. Everyone from NG, his sister and parents, some people had brought friends and…a very wet, very angry looking Eiri standing in front of him, giving Shuichi the death look. Tatsuha was the source of the laughing, hysterical on the floor where he'd apparently fallen.

Shuichi felt that he had to say something, to explain. "Uh…where'd the monster go?"

Eiri's eyes narrowed as he stared at Shuichi with even more intensity. Finally, without saying anything, he shook his head and stalked out of the room, leaving a wet trail of footprints and drops behind him. The singer was about to go after him, but then Tatsuha jumped up and grabbed his wrist, turning him to face the group of people again.

"Happy Birthday Shuichi!" Everyone immediately rushed over to where he was, hugging him, shaking his hands, patting his back and head (that was his sister), and congratulating him happily. Drinks were shoved at him, presents given, stories told, all at once, but Shuichi couldn't forget about Eiri. Clearly, it would have taken the grumpy writer a lot of pursuing to attend the party, and even more to have it at his house, and Shuichi had completely wrecked everything in about two seconds. It would probably take weeks for Eiri to forgive him. Great.

Maiko's face popped up before his. "So, when do you want the cake? I made it myself! It's got chocolate, and vanilla, and strawberries, and…" Shuichi nodded his head and listened as his sister went on and on about every ingredient that she'd put in the cake, and why. And people said that they were alike…

Excusing himself for a minute, Shuichi quickly checked the hallways for any sign of his temperamental boyfriend, but the man wasn't lurking in the hallways nearby. Maybe he'd gone to hide out at Mizuki's until the party blew over. Mentally punishing himself for doing such a stupid thing, Shuichi put a smile on his face, re-entered the party, and eventually began to actually enjoy himself, Eiri or no Eiri.

It wasn't until it was finally time to eat the cake, that Shuichi felt that familiar pang of absence when he looked out at the happy faces staring at him. If Eiri had been here, he probably wouldn't be smiling, the singer realized, he'd probably be leaning against the wall, scowling at all the people, waiting for them to get out of his house. As soon as Shuichi blew out the candles, Eiri would have shooed everyone out, with or without their cake. Then he would have retreated to the office, leaving Shuichi to celebrate all alone.

Just thinking about it made the singer angry. This was his birthday party. There was no reason for Eiri to act like such a jerk on what was supposed to be a happy day. Shuichi cursed Kitazawa, for what was most likely the millionth time, for taking away what would have been a good day, if Eiri hadn't been so grumpy and cold.

"Make a wish!" Shuichi was pulled out of his pensiveness as Maiko happily light the candles, signaling for him to blow them out. A smile crossed his face; he had the perfect thing to wish for.

Taking a deep breath, and concentrating hard on his wish, the singer blew out all the candles.

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"Pssst."

"Pssst!"

"Shuichi!"

"Huh…wha..?" What? Where was he? Everything was really dark and foggy, and his head hurt. Suddenly a whooshing of air sounded by his ear.

"Ahh!" Shuichi bolted upright, putting out a hand to steady himself on the bed, but somehow he ended up on the floor, looking very confusedly around for the source of the sound. Where was he? Not in the bedroom, that's for sure. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, and he began to wake up a bit, he remembered what had happened.

The party had lasted for a few more hours after they'd cut the cake, presents were given, games were played, and eventually everyone trickled out the door, leaving Shuichi, Hiro and Ryuichi to clean up by themselves. Well, it would have been by themselves, except of course Tatsuha insisted on staying (wonder why) and Tohma then insisted on staying (to supervise, he said) and then Mika had to stay, because Tohma was driving the car, and it turned into a clean up party which lasted another hour or so at least.

By the time that everyone had left, it was at least midnight, and Eiri still wasn't home yet. Shuichi had camped out on the couch, curled up under a blanket watching tv, and waited for the writer to come home. And waited. And waited. And waited. And then finally, just when Shuichi had promised himself to phone Mizuki in another ten minutes, a very silent Eiri had quietly let himself in the door and snuck by the couch where a sneaky vocalist was pretending to be asleep.

The writer had just as quietly let himself into his office, where Shuichi heard the laptop hum on, and then began typing. Satisfied, he'd fallen asleep.

Now, Shuichi could still hear the sounds of the keyboard clicking away from behind the door, and a crack of light spilt into the hallway. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was almost two o'clock; apparently Eiri had a deadline coming up.

Carefully, to not disturb the 'creative process', the singer crept over to the open door. A quick peek inside revealed Eiri, looking half dead, slouching in front of the laptop. Piles of papers, empty beer cans, and full ashtrays surrounded the writer. Clearly (to Shuichi) it was time for an intervention. Mizuki had extended a deadline before, she could do it again. Eiri needed to sleep, or he'd be a zombie for the next week or so, and they were going out for supper tomorrow night, as Shuichi's birthday present. It had taken him so long to convince Eiri to take him, and he wasn't just going to roll over and let this deadline steal away their date.

"I wouldn't go in there…he's not going to get another deadline extension, no matter how much he needs it…" The voice came from right behind Shuichi's ear, but when he spun around, there was no one there.

"Hello," he whispered loudly, "where are you?"

"Come over and sit on the couch," the voice commanded, and Shuichi cautiously did so, "Okay, here I am." A dark haired boy seemed to appear from the shadows, gliding toward the couch. He stopped right in front of the singer, taking a glance towards Eiri's office, and in the process offering Shuichi a look at his profile.

The boy was so pretty, Shuichi found himself thinking, he could almost be a girl if that dark, curly hair was longer. His face looked soft, like a child's but judging from his size he was close to Shuichi's age. As he turned back to face Shuichi, the singer saw the most startling blue eyes shining in his face. They pulled.

"You know not to talk to Eiri when he's working," Even the boy's voice was hypnotic, it was so silky and low, it was impossible to ignore. In fact, Shuichi was so busy listening, that he almost missed the meaning of the words.

"What?" he blurted out, wincing. His voice wasn't as soft and smooth as the boy's, and he could swear that for a second, he heard the typing stop. Holding his breath, he didn't talk again until he heard the frantic clicking resume. Then he continued much more softly. "How do you know Eiri?"

"I don't."

"Then how do you—"

"I know you." Shuichi stared at him for a second, trying to place his face. He seemed somehow familiar, but he couldn't think of where he'd seen him before. But there wasn't really anyway to figure out who he was without being rude, so maybe if he bluffed it...

"Um…"

"Oh, you don't know me." His words were more of a statement than a question, so Shuichi sheepishly shook his head. "Good. Anyways, that's not important. You don't need to know who I am; if everything goes right, and you don't mess up, then we'll never see each other again."

Shuichi stared at the boy. "What are you talking about? Don't mess up what?"

"Your birthday wish."

"My what?"

"You wished for Eiri to be happier, so you could be happier," Shuichi nodded, "And I can make that happen. Well, I can help you make it happen."

Shuichi felt his heart quicken. Could there really be a solution to this problem? Could he really make Eiri happier? Then maybe his lover would be a little warmer towards him. If there was really something that he could do…

"How?" He mentally cursed himself for sounding so eager, and again, the typing stopped for a second, while Eiri sighed impatiently, and then it began again. Great, now Eiri knew that he was awake; he'd lost the advantages of stealth.

"It'll take a bit of work, but you should know—"

"Stop stalling and just tell me!" Shuichi felt the blood rise to his cheeks for yelling, but he was so eager to hear about this miracle, that he couldn't help himself. To his horror, he heard the keyboard stop for the third time, and the chair squeak as Eiri got up and opened the door.

"Get off the phone brat! It's two in the morning, and I have to be finished this in four hours! I'm not going to get another deadline, she's already extended this one for two weeks, so be quiet." Shuichi gaped at him, turning from Eiri to the boy, who looked back at him with a cool expression, and then back to Eiri, who was only looking at him.

"Uh, yeah, okay, sorry, I'll be quiet." Eiri retreated back into the office, and Shuichi swung back to the boy.

"Who are you? How'd you know about the deadline? Why didn't he see you?"

The boy laughed quietly. "It'd probably take a century to explain, and it doesn't matter anyways. The important thing is that you trust me, because we can fix this mess. The root of Eiri's unhappiness, is the 'incident' in New York, would you say that's right?"

"Bwa…what? How do you—"

"Well, then the only way to make Eiri happy, is to go to the root of the problem, and fix it." Shuichi stared at him blankly, not comprehending the least little bit.

"Uh…I don't get it."

The boy smiled indulgently. "We have to fix the problem. And the only way to do that is to change what happened."

Shuichi's face fell. "So you're saying that there really isn't any way to make Eiri happy."

"Actually no. I'm saying that there is a way. It's …complicated. Just tell me this: are you willing to sacrifice everything to make him happy?" The boy looked solemnly into his eyes, searching for something.

The singer frowned at him, "Of course, I'd do anything for Eiri!"

Nodding, the boy held out his hand. "I was afraid of that..." But when Shuichi looked at him inquiringly, he didn't continue. "Here, then take my hand."

The singer looked suspiciously at the offered hand. Should he do it? What would the consequences be? "I don't know…"

"Shut up brat! I'm trying to work here! I swear to god, one more time…" A call from the office made up his mind.

"Well, things can only get better, right?" Shuichi reached towards the hand slowly.

"Shuichi!" Eiri opened the door, just in time to see his lover grab at something in the air. What the hell was he up to now? The writer took one more step into the room, and opened his mouth to call the boy, and then everything stopped.

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Part Two: Fixing It

The first thing that Shuichi was aware of was the hand clasped tightly in his. Then, the bright sun shining right in his eyes, where moments ago it had been dark, and lastly, the blaring sound of the city during the day.

He was currently sitting on a dirty looking sidewalk, outside of what looked like an apartment building. Cars were rushing by on the road, people were rushing by him on the sidewalk; all in all, it seemed like a pretty normal day in Tokyo. Except that it wasn't daytime, at least, last time he'd checked. And all the signs were in English.

"Uh…wha…?" A tug on his hand alerted him to the boy's presence, "Um, where are we?"

"New York." Shuichi's eyes widened. He looked around again at all the buildings, and listened for a moment to the conversations swirling around his head.

"Oh my god…I'm dreaming, right?" The boy looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Well, that was a clear answer. Shuichi looked around once more, noticing this time, that the light seemed to have an unreal quantity, like it wasn't fully there, and it made the people seem slightly blurred.

"Not quite a dream…"

"Then what?"

"Well…it's complicated."

Shuichi turned to him, tugging his hand out of the boy's grasp. "Yeah, whatever, complicated, you told me before. Maybe now you can tell me something that makes sense."

The boy laughed, "Unlikely, considering the situation."

"Okay, look. I don't understand how us being in New York is going to help Eiri."

The boy slowly pulled himself to his feet, and stood directly in front of the disturbed singer. Softly, he held out his hand and grabbed Shuichi's, stroking it comfortingly. The singer was thoroughly creeped out, to say the least.

"Look, I know it's surprising, but you gotta believe me, you'll be a lot happier when this is over."

Shuichi rolled his eyes. Could this kid be any more cryptic? "What are you talking about?"

"It's not important. We need to get there."

"Get where?"

"You'll see when we get there." The boy set off down the street, without another look at Shuichi, but the singer could still tell that he was waiting for Shuichi to follow. Said boy waited a moment, just to stress the boy out, and then obediently walked to his side. Together, they set off down the street.

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A few minutes later, they stopped in front of yet another tall, ordinary apartment building, but this one, for some reason, seemed strangely familiar. The boy turned expectantly to Shuichi, who just looked back at him and shrugged.

"What?"

"We're here…"

"Where's he—oh." Shuichi stopped as suddenly it became clear where exactly they were. "It's his old apartment…Kitazawa's! It looks so…clean compared to the last time I was here. Like people actually live here."

"That's because they do."

"What? I thought that nobody's lived here since…they discovered the body."

"They haven't."

"You're not making any sense! Shuichi grabbed the boy's arm, as if wanting to shake the information out of him. "Please, why are we here?"

"To save Eiri."

"How?" This was killing him. If he got any more vague answers, Shuichi felt like he'd probably bawl his eyes out.

"You have to stop him from going to have his lesson with Kitazawa."

"I can't! That happened like ten years ago!" He didn't understand. Who was this weird boy? It had to all be a dream, but it seemed so intense, as though it was actually happening.

"Well, it's all in perspective, right. From where I'm standing, none of it has happened yet. You still have a chance to stop everything from being ruined. You still have a chance to be happy…are you going to take it?" The boy winked at him, and then gave him a push in the direction of the front doors.

"Wha…what?" The words swirled around confusedly in Shuichi's head. Could this be for real? Was there even the tiniest chance that he could change something, because if there was, he would take it, no questions. If Eiri was happy, he would be happy.

Hesitantly, the singer went to stand by the front door of the building, still trying to figure out what was going on. He didn't exactly know all the details of that night, except that Eiri had come up to the apartment, seen Kitazawa, been ambushed by those men, and shot his teacher. So all he had to do was stop Eiri from going up into apartment, and it would all be fixed. Shuichi smiled, that didn't sound so hard.

The singer leaned in the doorway, eyes on the lookout for that familiar splash of blond hair, but it was hard. A lot of people had blond hair, especially kids…

When Eiri did walk by, Shuichi almost didn't recognize him. Those cold, indifferent hazel eyes that he knew so well were replaced with big warm orbs, lit up with excitement. The usual scowl was a happy smile, making the boy look completely angelic. It was good to know that Eiri had once smiled so easily.

The blond boy smiled at him, nodding politely, something that shocked him immensely. Had the older Eiri ever smiled at him like that? As he walked past Shuichi, and opened the door to the building, the singer was snapped out of his admiration. Somehow, he had to stop Eiri. Cursing his stupidity for not coming up with a plan earlier, he did the first thing that came to mind, and grabbed the boy's arm.

"Uh…you can't go in there!"

Eiri stared at him, and the pointedly at the offending hands of his arm. "What are you talking about?" Shuichi, seeing the familiar glare, got the hint and let go.

Shuichi almost gushed adoring. His voice was so cute! But he needed to focus on the situation…suspicion was all over the boy's face. Wincing, he stuttered out, "Uh…there's a…gas leak! Everyone's been evacuated." Stupid stupid Shuichi.

But Eiri seemed to believe him, strangely enough. Apparently this boy wasn't quite as cynical of everything as his lover. "But sensei is in there!" A look of panic came over Eiri's face.

"Um, no, he's not. No one is in there right now." Shuichi thought quickly, "Are you Eiri Uesegi?" Said boy nodded, tilting his head curiously, almost making Shuichi 'aw' at the cuteness. "Um, well, a brown-haired man named Yuki Kitazawa came by here, and told me that if I saw you, to tell you that today's lesson is cancelled because of the evacuation, but he'll see you…later on…when it's safe."

"When will that be?" Eiri's face drooped in disappointment.

"Oh, I don't know," said Shuichi flippantly, "Quite a while, I imagine…probably a few days at least…"

Eiri pouted adorably, and his future boyfriend fought hard to resist the urge to cuddle him. "Okay…well, I guess I'll see him soon then. Thank you pink-hair-san." With that, he smiled, and ran off down the street. For a moment, Shuichi watched him go, the feeling of success welling up in his chest. He had done it! Now, he just had to find some way to get home.

"Uh…creepy-boy-who-lurks-in-shadows? Um, are you still here?"

"Oh, amusing," the boy came around the corner of the building, "I guess you wanna go home?" Shuichi nodded. "Well, you have to wait. As soon as the time runs out, you'll go back."

"How long will that take?"

The boy shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "It varies…" he smiled at Shuichi and promptly disappeared from sight. What? Why did creepy shadow lurking boy get to leave? The singer spun around on his heels, mouth wide open, only to collide violently with a group of men rushing towards the building. Somehow, he managed to knock two of them over.

Lying on the ground moaning, Shuichi could hear the angry murmurs of the people he'd hit. "God, watch where the fuck you're going, kid!" The singer jumped up and offered a hand to the angry man glaring up at him.

"Oh, I'm really—"

Flash.

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"—sorry?"

Shuichi shook his head to clear away the stars, and found himself now in the big master bed in Eiri's room. The writer must have brought him in there from the couch. What a crazy dream. Sighing, he rolled over and came face to face with a big bundle under the covers. What? Since when did Eiri ever come to bed when he had a paper due?

The singer smiled. His boyfriend must have come to his senses. Or maybe he was done already, and it was later than he thought. Shrugging, Shuichi leaned over and hugged the bundle for a moment, softly as to not wake Eiri up, and then rolled over to snuggle into the comfy pillow. It wasn't often that he got this luxury. Maybe Eiri felt bad for yelling at him about talking to…wait…had that happened? It seemed real, but that weird boy had been there then…whatever, it was all so confusing; the best thing to do was get some much needed sleep.

Just as his eyes were about to close, there was a rustling sound behind him, and suddenly an arm was around his waist, pulling him across the bed. A nose nuzzled into his cheek.

"Hello there Shuichi...I missed you." The singer smiled and reached a hand back to run through Eiri's hair. His hand was caught before it got there though, and pressed to a cheek.

"I had a dream about you," Shuichi mumbled, "You were," he sighed, "So happy…"

"I'm always happy! What are you talking about?" There was a strange tone to Eiri's voice; Shuichi lightly pulled his hand from the man's grasp and ran it down his face, encountering something strange in the man's mouth. Since when did Eiri have a lip ring?

Shuichi's eyes widened. Something wasn't right about something…turning over, he came face to face with a very handsome, very happy person. Who was not, by any stretch of the imagination, Eiri, nor did he bear any resemblance to the writer.

"Holy shit."

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Author's Note: Hey guys, hope you like the story so far! It's kinda crazy, I know, and slightly confusing...but since I love AUs, I wanted to give it a shot...(The AU starts next chapter...ehe) o()()()o

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