Shuichi wiped the sweat off his brow before grabbing his stuff with a big breath and exit the bus. The ex-singer saw something that he wasn't expecting, Mika. Mika stood there waiting for him. She stood there in a black dress with her long brown hair and beside her was a little boy of around five. The five year old had blonde hair that he had inherited from his father, Tohma, and had the brown eyes of the Uesugi family. Shuichi shuddered involuntarily as he looked at the boy's appearance; the boy looked like a mini-Yuki.

It was too much for Shuichi to handle. So, the ex-singer simply ran. He ran away from the confrontation that would happen if he stayed. Mika would try to comfort him over Yuki's…death. She would ask about the wristbands and if she found out that he cut himself, then she'd try to get him help. Shuichi did not want that at all. All he wanted was to find Mei Pomeno ask her about Yuki and then die. Whether to die just to be relieved that Yuki hadn't been unfaithful or to die to be able to ask Yuki why he had been unfaithful.

The ex-pink haired singer thought that he heard Mika call but he did not stop. There was no point to live anymore except to find Mei Pomeno. Then, what else did Shuichi have? Nothing. Yuki was most of Shuichi's life, but since he had stopped singing, Yuki now occupied all of Shuichi's life.

You're alive, make yourself happy. In his nightmare, that's what Ryuichi had said. But what made Shuichi happy was being with Yuki. Yuki was dead. Then the only solution to be with Yuki would be to be dead too. Shuichi had tried suicide once, but someone had saved him. Would someone save him again when he didn't want it?

Shuichi stopped, panting. He had no energy left. He had lost Mika while he had been running aimlessly. He now stood on a street that there weren't many people. There were shops but they were closed or boarded up. Shuichi walked along till he saw a payphone. He didn't make a call; he didn't need to. Shuichi picked up the phonebook and began to rifle through the yellow pages. When he found a small advertisement for exactly want he wanted he tore it out and then the map of Kyoto in the phonebook.

It was late afternoon before Shuichi reached his destination by foot. It wasn't in the better part of Kyoto. The small office was battered and the, once egg-shell, paint was peeling. The sign, saying the name of the person of worked in the dingy office, pale and scratched up hung sideways on the rusty metal door. In barely readable type, the sign read, "Hiroki Ishiama, Private-eye."

Shuichi opened the door and the inside looked as bad as the outside. The ex-singer's thoughts drifted to the old movies with private-eyes but Shuichi didn't smile nor even get a warm feeling inside of his ice cold body.

The chair behind the desk was facing away from him so he could see the detective. Shuichi sighed at the corniness as the person swiveled his chair around. The detective wore a low quality suit. His hair was short, but messy. The private-eye couldn't be more than twenty one years old.

"What can I do for you?" The young detective asked.

"I need to find Mei Pomeno." Shuichi said simply. He thought about how he'd pay and remembered Yuki had left him the royalties to his romance novels. If finding Mei Pomeno was the last thing he ever did, then at least part of it could be used for something. "I'll pay well."

The detective gave a sly grin and asked, "How much?"

"250,000 yen or 500,000 if you're real quick about finding her." Shuichi stated. He had never even thought of spending that much on one transaction before, but it wasn't like he couldn't afford it; Yuki had millions of yen to his name.

"You have that much?" The detective asked suspicious. Shuichi's overall experience didn't scream that he had money like that.

"Yes." Shuichi opened an eye and pulled out the contact that made his eyes black and did the same with the other eye. Shuichi then pulled out his ID. In the ID picture, Shuichi was doing a ridiculous stance and had slapped on a huge grin. It was taken a few years ago and Shuichi had his pink hair and violet eyes. Shuichi showed Hiroki Ishiama the ID. The young man looked from the ID to Shuichi, clearly noticing the resemblance. "I'm Shuichi Shindo."

"Shindo?" The man repeated. "No one's seen you for what about a year now--"

"Just find Mei Pomeno." Shuichi said.

"How shall I contact you when I find her?"

"Cell." Shuichi said. He took a paper and pen off the desk and wrote down his cell. "And be quick about finding her if you could." Shuichi walked out the door and the detective pondered on a thought.

If I were to track his cell, and then give the address to the press. I could make more than what Shindo is offering…Or I could call Shuichi with the information he wants get my money and give his address the media. It will be a win-win situation.

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Shuichi checked into an average hotel, went to his average room, and did what average people do in hotel rooms; flop down on the bed and turned on the TV. After flipping through all the channels for the fourth time, his cell rang.

"Hello?" Shuichi said answering it.

"Hiroki Ishiama. I have information about Mei Pomeno."

"Already?!"

"Yes. I'll meet you at the café on Sakura in half hour, alright? And bring the money." The detective hung up on Shuichi and Shuichi was just dumbfounded. The detective already had information on Mei Pomeno?

Shuichi shook his head before getting put together. The café that Ishiama had been talking about was close to Shuichi's hotel. Shuichi stopped by the bank to get the money before entering the café. Ishiama was already there and sitting at a table. He waved at Shuichi and he came over to the table.

"So, Mei Pomeno lives near the business district and here's her phone number." The detective gave him all the information on a piece of paper.

"This sure was quick. Is the information legit?" Shuichi questioned.

"Yes, Mei Pomeno is well known in Kyoto."

"What does she do?"

"Oh, she's on TV. So, it's not that hard to find her." The detective said.

"Well, I guess here's your money. Thank you for the information." Shuichi bowed his head slightly.

"My pleasure." Shuichi started to head out of the café when he turned around.

"Oh, and use some of that money to fix up your office."

"I will do." Shuichi exited the café. Hiroki Ishiama smiled, satisfied. He would just call the television company and negotiate the price for where Shuichi was. He wouldn't go below one point five million yen. "Not bad for a day's work if I do say so myself." He muttered underneath his breath. He looked at the cheap Rolex. I'll give him an hour to get settle in his hotel room.

-()-

Shuichi took at shower after coming back from the café. He wanted to look good for what could be the last thing he ever did in his life. It was too tempting not to use his razor on his wrists again.

As Shuichi got out of the shower he let the blood run down his arm as he dried his hair. A knock came from the front door. "Shit." Shuichi said under his breath. He grabbed his shorts off the floor and put them on. He grabbed a towel and wiped as much blood as he could before putting on a wristband. The knocking continued. "One moment!" Shuichi couldn't find his other wristband. "Fuck." Shuichi muttered. He grabbed a towel and wrapped that around his wrist. The knocking came more insistently. "Coming!" Shuichi said not even bothering with a shirt. The hand that was holding the towel on his wrist left for a second to pull open the door before putting it back on the white towel.

As soon as the door was opened, a camera was shoved in Shuichi's face and a reporter started to ask him questions.

"All we hear from N-G is no comment. Do you plan to go back to Bad Luck and sing again? How do you feel after Yuki-sama's death—" Shuichi lift an arm in attempt to push the camera away and as he did so the now blood soaked towel fell to the ground the camera got a good shot of Shuichi's cut wrists.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Shuichi screamed, slamming the door shut. He used every lock on the door to keep them out. Shuichi fell to his knees and cried his heart out while gripping his wrist feeling a burning sensation on the sensitive flesh. Shuichi cried out in agony. The ex-singer grabbed his duffle bag and threw it at the door where people were continuingly knocking. He heard something crack. Running to the bag and ripping it open, searching for what had broken. It had been Yuki's laptop; the screen was now cracked right down the center.

Tears spilling from his face, he picked it up and hugged it to his chest. "I'm sorry, Yuki. Oh, god. I'm sorry." Trembling, Shuichi turned it on. The screen still worked but it was all pixel-ly. Shuichi signed on to the guest account since he didn't know Yuki's password. Shuichi immediately opened the main writing program on the computer and started to type. He typed about everything that happened since Yuki had died. He didn't care about all the spelling and grammar mistakes he did. He just needed to saying all about it and this was his option at the moment.

This'll turn out to be crap. A voice said in Shuichi's head. It sounded like Yuki.

"It will not." Shuichi said, laughing for the first time in a long, long while. "I can write. It just won't be as good as yours." Shuichi didn't even know how he could do this. His hands were flying over the keys at a speed he couldn't do, it was like he was possessed by something--someone else. Shuichi cried and his nose got runny but his hands wouldn't let him stop. The only thought he thought was: 'how much power does the laptop have left? It'll turn off soon.'

Shuichi saved the file as he finished. He had written eighteen pages in an hour and a half. Shuichi couldn't believe he managed to accomplish that and no one probably would. Tired, Shuichi climbed into the bed, clutching the laptop close to his chest.

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A/N This chapter made me cry. I don't know about you. For this story, I'm thinking about two more chapters. One being the next chapter and then an epilogue. Don't even ask how I'm going to wrap this up in two chapters.

Anyways, Review!