Gathering the Falling Stars

hey everyone well here is my co-author and mys first Original work!

this is the second story we have written together and so far we are doing very well! woOt!

this story was at first the product between one of my friends and i but when she lost intrest i offered it to my co-author

Better Summary: Junko is an 18 year old in charge of taking care of his 3 siblings and his mentally disabled mother. Working 3 jobs while trying to spend time with them is a challange. Until a twist of fate brings him someone who will take away all the stress he has had to deal with.

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Chapter 1

Junko paused in the music section of the shopping mall. There were several small stores here, but Galaxy was his favorite. They were always loaded with the best music, new and old. He wandered in, allowing his fingers to trail over the rows of cd's before pausing. He waved to the boy at the counter, a lanky kid probably on his first job, who waved back with a smile. Junko cleared his throat and flipped through several cd's seeing nothing that really caught his interest. After making his usual rounds of the store, something caught his eye. At the checkout counter was a stack of twelve or so copies of a single cd.

"Local band?" he asked the kid working there.

The kid looked at it then shrugged.

"Actually this is a really old band from like 6 years ago that like stopped playing." He kinda scoffs at it. "Its on sale $5 a CD." Junko raised a brow, picking up one from the top.

"Gathering the Falling Stars." he said outloud. "What is it, Alternative?"

"Pop rock i think." the kid replies as he shrugs. "Not my cup of tea. I like hip hop." Junko grinned to himself.

He was into just about everything, but pop rock tended to be the most popular. He pulled out a five dollar bill and handed it to the kid, not waiting for his reciept.

"See ya." he said as he made his way out the door.

Outside the store there were people milling around enjoying the unusually bright fall day. A long cobble stone path ran in all directions. Junko dropped the cd into the shopping bag on his shoulder and followed the sone walk to the parking lot. Katrine was waiting for him. He patted the old truck's rusted fender and threw his bag into the back.

"Hello, love." He said softly as he wrenched the door open. It stuck halfway as he tried to close it again and he had to kick it a couple of times until it swung freely again. "Come on now. Be nice. It's been a good day today." Once she was in gear and ready to go, he patted her pitted steering wheel affectionately. "Let's get home now, eh? Think you can make it?" Junko chuckled to himself. He'd been made fun of more times than he could remember fortalking to this rust-bucket, but she was his baby and he'd talk to her if he liked, thank you very much.

Unknowing to Junko, a single silver eye watch him step into that rust bucket. Leaning against a black lambergini was an adult that could either be called danger on legs or sex on legs. His 6'6 frame was adorned with strong muscles and high quality clothes. From his leather trench coat to his $700 dark wash jeans and his slightly fluffy white under shirt. His boots though were worn well but still expensive. Over one eyes was a white square patch that laced through his ice white spikey hair. His eye follows that penical of innocent silently licking himself.

After checking the post office on his way home, Junko put Katrina in the garage and made his way inside. The house was a mess, but quiet, which meant his brothers were likely either out or asleep. He rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his long hair. He loved his family, but they weren't exactly the most gracious of people. He flopped down on the sofa and sorted through the mail, throwing several envelopes on top of a growing pile of bills on the coffee table. How they were going to pay them, he still wasn't sure, but he was doing his best. His jobs just weren't giving him enough hours. Suddenly two young and loud voices were heard inside the house.

"Give me back Nella!" a little boy about 6 runs down the stairs holding a rag doll while his twin sister, also 6, ran after him reaching out to him. "Hiroki! Give back Nella!" Hiroki giggles while Kaouri starts to cry for her beloved doll.

Junko glances over and groans.

"Give her back, you little rat!" He yells, half laughing.

Hiroki jumps onto the couch and runs over the back of it while Kaouri screams at him.

"Give her back to me!" Big tears fall out of her blue eyes as she wore a soft pink dress.

Junko winked at his sister and caught Hiroki around the waist, pulling him down onto the couch cushions and holding him there.

"Now what kind of brother torments their sister like that, hm?" Hiroki squeals and giggles.

"She left it on the bed and went to get the brush. I just wanted to play around." Kaouri walks over and grabs her doll holding her close.

Junko smiles down at his brother.

"You know better. What do you say?" Hiroki pouts.

"Sorry sissy..." Kaouri looks at her twin then smiles.

"It's ok."

"There now." Junko states with a grin. "All better." He holds out an arm for a hug from Kaouri.

Kaouri jumps into his arms hugging him tight as Hiroki hugs him as well. Junka's other brother, Youji, tromped down the stairs with moderately more decorum than the younger twins had. He glares around, his bright eyes taking in the scene.

"What are the demons doing now?" he asked with a sneer, indicating Kaouri and Hiroki.

Kaouri and Hiroki look at Youji.

"Hiroki took Nella but now hes sorry so everythings fine! And Junko's home!" Kaouri exagerates while Hiroki nods enthusiasticly.

"Oh yay." Youji replies without enthusiasm. He runs a hand through his impeccably styled hair, the bangles on his wrist clicking together. "Well. I'm going out." Junko frowned at his brother.

"What are you wearing?" Youji grinned and shrugged, his skintight shirt riding up and showing a strip of pale flesh above the waistband of his equally tight pants. Junko's frown deepened. "You can't go out in that. You look like a...male version of a hooker. Youji rolled his eyes.

"First of all, you mean a hustler, and second, no I don't." Kaouri steps away from Junko and walks into the kitchen.

She sees a black car outside while she holds her doll close.

"Junko? There is a black car out front. It's just sitting there and its not Katarine." Junko stands and looks out the window, whistling when he sees the Lamborghini.

"Wow. Er. Youji, should you be going around with someone so much older than you?" Youji only glanced away and shrugged.

He wasn't about to tell his brother that he'd no idea who was in the car. He quickly grabbed his backpack and made his way outside. He swayed his hips and grinned as he walked up to the car and knocked on the passenger side window. The guy raised an eyebrow as he had the window roll down.

"Can i help you little boy? Be advised that i dont have any candy for you." The guy says as he looks at him.

This boy couldnt be more than a teeny bopper. Youji grinned.

"What are you doing outside our house, hm?" he asked, looking the man over boldly.

The man raised an eyebrow.

"Meerly enjoying the enviroment. Im on the other side of the road so there is no need to freak your mama and papa out. Now shoudnt you be off to school?" He looks him over. "Or a strip club?" Youji shrugged.

"Why don't you give me a ride?" he asked with a wink. "I'm sure I could pay you back." The guy looks at him.

"I dont do JB but you might tell the hottie with the green hair that he has a sweet ass." The guy smirks as he rolls up his window.

Youji pouts for a second before shrugging and knocking again, this time with the air of someone who has important information. The guy groans and rolls the window down again.

"What is it now?"

"You give me a ride," Youji responded seriously, "I'll tell you about my brother. Deal?" The guy looks at him for a moment.

"Fine deal. Get in." The guy pushes a button and the passanger side door opens upwards on its own.

Youji grins and waves at his house, knowing Junko is watching from one of the windows. He climbs in, pulling the door down after him. As he buckles in, he turns to the man.

"I don't care where we go. Just...drive for now. What do you want to know?" The guy steps on the peddle and speeds off.

"His name for one thing. And anything your willing to volenter."

"His name," Youji began, "Is Junko Collins." He grinned and turned to face the man a bit. "And I'm Youji." The man looks at him.

"And?" Youji rolls his eyes.

"He's eighteen. His birthday is August fourth, which makes him a Leo. He's boring and a control freak. What else do you want to know?" The man nods as he stops at a stop light.

"Where does he work?"

"Which one?" He grins, running a finger from the man's forearm to his wrist. "He works at the post office, Raquel's Pizza, and does tutoring for college kids on the side. He's never home unless it's a weekend." The man doesnt even notice as he speeds off the second the light turns green.

"Alright. Is he single?" Youji drops his hand to the stranger's thigh and laughs.

"Yeah. He still thinks he's straight." The man pulls up to a large gate with a long path leading to what most people thought was an empty mansion.

"Is there anything that is makeing his life not so good?" His hands stay on the wheel.

Youji shrugged.

"We're a little tight on cash, so he works three jobs. Other than that...I don't really know. We're not really close." He slips his hand farther up the man's thigh, his little finger a bare inch from his zipper.

The man pulls up the path to the house and stops.

"Alright then. I thank you for your information now if you will kindly remove your hand from my crouch i will take you inside my house." Youji grinned, not the least bit offended.

"Don't swing that way? Or just for my brother?" He retrieved his hand, curling it in his lap with it's mate.

The man looks at him then moves fast and pins him to the door of the car. His face a meer inch from Youji's.

"Ive swung that way and have been swinging since before you were born. I simply have no desire to go to jail for diddling a teeny bopper." Youji doesn't even blink, but arches against the man, biting his lip.

"I'm very very good at keeping secrets." The man looks at him and glares.

"You wouldnt like being my lover."

"Says who?" Youji responded with a rather juvenile pout.

"Why not?" The man smirks.

"Im not a considerate lover. I have this nasty habit of taking what i want and not careing about needs of my lover." Youji swallowed, a shiver of fear and desire spiking down his spine.

"I can handle you." He said with conviction.

The man grins and moves away.

"No you cant." he climbs out of the car slamming the door.

Youji scrambles to follow. As he catches up to the man, he turns his jog into a feline saunter, grinning and running a hand through his hair.

"Try me." The man rolls his eyes as he opens the large doors showing the inside of a large mansion.

Everything was expensive and clean. The amount of money this house would cost was astronomical. The man walked towards a parlor where there was a painting of a young man about Youji's age but his hair was just like the mans. He was meerly covered in a thin white sheet covering his length. The outline of which could be see if one looked hard enough.

"Have a seat." Youji did so, trying his best to appear sophistocated as he crossed his legs and determined not to look too overawed by the house.

"Yours?" He asked, waving his hand around to indicate the huge domocile.

The man nods and drops onto another lounge.

"I bought this home when i was your age." Youji grins.

"So you live alone?" The man looks at him.

"Painfully. With sparse lovers." Youji lays down on his back on the sofa, crossing his legs and looking at the man from his upside-down vantage.

"Do you not want me at all?" he asked with genuine curiosity, trailing the fingers of one hand lightly over the skin of his bared stomach.

The man looks at him over.

"If you were your brothers age, then i would say i would be tempted. But since you are much younger i would say not at all." Youji sighed and the fingers at his belly dipped very slightly into the waistband of his tight pants.

"Nothing I can do to..." he rolled his hips subtlely. "tempt you?" The man smirks.

"No but right now im seeing your brother doing that." The man wasnt about to be taken advantage of by this toddler of a man.

The boy sneered and sat up.

"Alright." he sighed. "Anything else you want to know? Favorite color? Blood type? Mmmmmeasurements?" He faught a grin at the last, keeping his face utterly straight.

The man grins and stands up.

"I dont need it. Now why dont you tell me your issue with your brother." Youji shrugged.

"Who says I have issues with him? And what's your name anyway?" he asked, not liking the direction the man was taking.

The man smirks walking over to him.

"My name is Hoshi. And i know issues when i see them. So spill." Youji frowned and looked away.

"Look, it's none of your business. I said I'd tell you about my brother, not about me. Back off." Hoshi smirks.

"Oh so now the little minx is hiding himself. Well maybe im tempted to find out whats going on in that childish head of yours." Hoshi smirks.

"I'm not childish!" Youji snapped, a blush riding his cheeks. "And why would you care anyway?"

"Because you are just like me when i was your age." Hoshi moves away from him and walks to the couch he had been sitting on.

Youji blinks, obviously surprised.

"You...what?" Hoshi looks at him and smirks.

"I was just like you. Outgoing, a tease and very very stupid." his tone changes to serious as he stood up again. "Im going to take you home now."

"Stupid!? I'm not- wait, I don't want to go home yet!" Hoshi walks towards the front door. "Lets go Youji. Now!" he says loud enough for it to ring through the house.

Youji skittered to the front door like a startled hare. He stared at Hoshi, trying to decide if turning out like him mightn't be so bad... Hoshi walks to the car and climbs in letting Youji in. Quickly he sped back to Youji's house.

"I wouldnt suggest getting into another mans car unless you know them. Otherwise you will end up in a lot of trouble." Hoshi said as he looked at the house.

Youji shrugged, unworried as all young men are about such things.

"Whatever. Thanks for the ride." He grinned cutely and continued with, "Are you absolutely sure I won't have to offer my body to repay you?"

"I have no use of your body. Its not my style to deflower someone under 18." Hoshi smirks.

"Deflower?" the boy says coyly. "Oh, you really do flatter yourself." Hoshi smirks as he notices the ruffle of curtins in the house.

"Your brother must be paceing the floor." Youji doesn't even look.

He waves a hand absently.

"He'll get over it. Now." He slides a bit closer. "You thought I was a virgin. I'm not. Does that...change anything?" Hoshi shakes his head.

"I have a brother 4 years older than you maybe you can get into his pants. Now get out." Youji opens the door and steps out, turning and grinning madly.

"You gonna give me his number?" Hoshi smirks.

"Answer me this Junko doesnt have a phone of his own does he?" He knew that telling about his brother may have been a very bad idea but it was a good way to get this leech off him.

Youji's grin fades into a quizzical look.

"No, but that doesn't mean I don't. Some guy bought it for me and pays the bill." Hoshi nods and puts his car into gear.

"My brother frequents the ice cream shop at the mall. You will know who he is right away." He steps on the gass and speeds off the door shutting.


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