A/N: Thanks to everybody who read and reviewed Track 2. I luff my reviewers: Mac, Takki, Shady and Essenity (I hope you got all your homework done, by the way) !

THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…. LORI! Aka… Kloudy Reignfall for finding me the lyrics to Nittle Grasper songs!

Track 3

"I love you!" Hiroshi suddenly blurted out.

Shuichi crawled off him as soon as the words reached his ears, expressive violet eyes widened with shock. He opened his mouth to speak, but the red-haired young man covered his mouth before anything came out. "Please. Just… let me have this. Just for tonight."

The pink-haired boy suddenly understood. He didn't want to believe it, but he understood all the same. His best friend was in love with him, and he couldn't return the feelings either. Oh dear god. The boy must've felt horrible every time he'd gone with a client.

In a twisted way, Hiro was another client, but so much more than that at the same time. Shuichi accepted his request, even if it would change things between them. Hopefully, the changes wouldn't be too bad. He gently removed the taller man's hand from his mouth, kissing him softly on the lips.

It wasn't like 'making out' or sex with his clients. They were just gentle kisses that never did go below the neck. Like… making love without really doing it. At the end of the night, Shuichi still felt horrible about not being able to return the feelings. Hiro would find somebody else, right?

For the night, they just slept in each others arms.

Hiroshi woke up to find Shuichi gone. Off to work again, most likely, he thought bitterly. He went off to his day job of selling jewelry. Thankfully, he had the afternoon shift. It wasn't so much fun as thieving was, but if Shu-chan didn't want him caught, he wouldn't do it. Besides, the job paid for their penthouse and the rest of their bills, which wasn't much, really.

Somewhere away from the apartment, the pink-haired young man was having sex with a client whose name he didn't care for. He just cared for satisfaction. More satisfaction brought in more money and by the end of whatever length of a session it was, hopefully the person who'd paid him was feeling better.

A few hours passed where he and the client just slept in the same bed, awkwardly enough. He was paid and allowed to leave, not that he had to stay in the first place.

With cash in his pocket, Shuichi walked off to the jewelry store where Hiro was currently working. "Hirooooooooooo! We have to go now! Two hours to get ready! Come onnn! Your shift is over! Pleaseeeeeeeee. I hate being late!" he couldn't stop whining, knowing his best friend would give in sometime.

The redhead rolled his eyes at the ball of energy that had stolen his heart. God only knows how he managed to do so. But really, when he wasn't whining, no matter how cute it was, Shuichi was really something else.

"Okay okay! Stop whining already! I'll go tell the boss that I'm leaving! Just… gyahhhhhh! Quit yanking on my clothes! I like this shirt!" He got a pout in return for his effort in pushing the chibified boy off of him, one that made him want to kiss his best friend again.

They got back to the apartment soon enough, returning to their own rooms to change. Hiro took a shorter time to get ready, dressing himself in a pair of dark blue jeans, slightly formfitting, but comfortable and a casual white button up, top three buttons left undone. He pulled on his black Converse sneakers to put the outfit together.

With a quick look in a full length mirror, he found himself good enough to eat. Since they were performing at one of the most exclusive bars in Japan, it wouldn't hurt to have a little bit of confidence.

About an hour later, Shuichi came out of his room dressed in a pair of slightly tight pinstriped trousers and his own white dress shirt. Classy and classic with the black and white. He was wearing shoes that matched his best friend's. Covering his pink mop of hair was a pinstriped top hat. Hiro's breath was pretty much taken away. "Well! How do I look?"

"Like a girl," Hiro teased, regaining his usual personality.

"Meanie. But, really, how do I look?" Shindou needed an honest opinion. After all, he did have to look perfect for his first real gig. Scouts were bound to be at the famous bar and looks were bound to be more than half of the entertainment business.

"Gorgeous." As usual. And out of my reach, Hiro thought bitterly. He shook such thoughts out of his head quickly. He had a gig and being unhappy wouldn't help his performance. "So… what're we performing there, anyway?"

"Karaoke!" Shuichi exclaimed. "Everybody gets to hear your pretty voice. The one you wouldn't use during graduation so I had to sing all by myself! Selfish boy who won't share his talent with anybody."

"And you say I'm the meanie." Hiro crossed his arms, pouting as Shuichi had done earlier.

"Aww… Please don't be mad at me," Shuichi nearly begged, sad eyes looking up at the sexy guitarist. "I didn't mean to make you mad… You can still bring your guitar if you want and we'll sing covers to Nittle Grasper songs."

Nakano couldn't stay mad at the boy for long. Not for a small thing like this. "Oh fineeeeee. I'll sing! Let's go, before we're late. And we both know how much you hate that. No need to tell the people how angry you get."

The two of them got to the club just in time. Before they could fully settle into the bar scene, Yuki Eiri whirled Shuichi up from behind and landed a kiss on his lips. "I've been waiting to do that all day," he whispered huskily into his performer's ear.

Hiro seethed with envy from the side while his best friend whispered back into the blonde's ear. How dare he!

Mr. Shindou controlled his blush, licking the shell of Yuki-san's ear and whispering back, "Well then, you've waited this long, I think you can wait til the end of the show." He pried himself out of the ex-novelist's arms and jumped on stage with his fellow performer.

"Hello there! I'm Shuichi Shindou and the sexy redhead next to me is Hiroshi Nakano. We're also your entertainment for the night!" Shuichi announced into the microphone. Every customer quit whatever they were doing, just to stare at the two good-looking young man on the lit up stage. "DJ, y'wanna play Sleepless Beauty by Nittle Grasper for me?"

Without another word, the song started to play. The teens' voices fit in perfect harmony while Hiro played his guitar to the beat of the song, doing a solo near the end of the song where there were no lyrics.

Through the hour, all they'd played was Nittle Grasper songs, making them sound almost better than Ryuichi Sakuma himself. Thankfully, the popstar legend himself wasn't there to hear him. His ex-bandmate was though. Mr. Tohma Seguchi himself, as was his lovely scout, Sakano. (I don't know his full name.)

T o . b e . c o n t i n u e d .

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