Akira stared at the screen, dropping the plate he had been washing back into the sink. “Aeron,” he whispered and moved over to his living room, sitting down on the couch as he watched the familiar face on the screen. “No way, you actually made it,” he said and before he knew it he was calling the number on the screen and getting tickets to see the rock concert that was advertised.

The rest of the week went by in a rush, he was taking the day off for the concert so that he could actually get the nerve up to go. Just because he had wasted the money on the tickets, didn’t mean that he was actually excited to go. He hadn’t seen Aeron in five years, and they hadn’t exactly parted on good terms. He looked over to a picture on a shelf and sighed, they had gone to high school together. Both focusing on their respective arts. Akira in ballet and Aeron in that rock and roll he called music. Even though he never approved of the type of music that Aeron played something about it brought Akira to his knees with wonder. Akira had never been one for the rock and roll scene which was why he probably had never seen Aeron since that faithful day.

He looked up and blinked, looking down at himself and then the surrounding area. The concert was apparently over and something had drawn him to the back door, where Aeron and his band were leaving. There was a large crowd of fans jumping up and down and shouting trying to get Aeron’s attention. Because of his small stature, he managed to worm his way through to the front of the crowd and stared when he finally saw the man. “Aeron…” he said, not expecting to be heard in this crowd at all.

Aeron was dressed up in his stage makeup and his grunge style clothes. He was a taller man, standing at 6’2” with broad shoulders and a slightly built body. He took care of himself, but mostly the body was for show. His manager had told him that no scrawny whiner kid was ever going to make it to the big time in rock and roll. Only emo... and Aeron was not going to have that. His brown hair was spiked in the coolest style that his stylist could manage. His outfit for today was pretty simple, a white t-shirt with a leather jacket and dark jeans. This was his final concert in the area and he wanted to just be relaxed for it.

He was scanning the crowd with his drummer talking about the cute girls that had come to the concert to see them when his eyes and ears landed on one person in particular. He stopped, frozen in his steps. There was no way that it could be. The Asian beauty standing what seemed like the dead center of the crowd. Long light blue hair, clearly dyed but still looking nice, like it was purposely done that way. The delicate features that made someone do a double-take to make sure the person was male or female. The Asian looked like he hadn’t grown much taller from high school, maybe standing around 5’6” or so. His eyes hadn’t changed either, a piercing ice queen stare, which could stop anyone in their tracks. He gulped, that voice always terrorized him. Especially on the day that it told him once and for all to get lost.

Aeron stepped forward, anger surging inside of him. “What the hell are you doing here?” he growled. “Get lost.” He hissed, the crowd going silent around them.

“Aeron…” Akira whispered, glancing around the others in the crowd, “Aeron…I just want to talk.” He bit his lip, a horrible habit he had never managed to get rid of. “I just wanted to talk about that night.”

With those words, the crowd gasped and Aeron’s manager was down on them in a fatal swoop. The manager, Dexter Livano, was another striking figure in the crowd. Standing not much taller than Aeron, he had long bleach blond hair going all the way down to his ass. Not much of a manager looking type of guy but he was forced into the role once again, no thanks to some sorry ass punk who blared his heart out on his lawn five years ago. So when the words ‘about that night’ came floating into his ears he moved into action, bad publicity was not what they needed right now, not after such a successful tour. He pulled up the rope that was holding the crowd at bay and grabbed a hold of Akira’s arm, pulling him through the ropes. “Not another word until all of us are alone, do you hear me?” he growled at both Aeron and Akira.