Hiya Everybody! Please R&R, I like reviews! Oh and just to let you all know, this chapter is kinda boring, but gets way better at the end! So just please read the whole thing, I'm begging you! (Gets on knees and begs) Want a few bucks? I'll pay you to share this with your friends! (Kidding!)
Yuki woke up in the same position he fell asleep in. Usually he would roll over, or kick his pillow off the bed. It was very unusual, that and the fact that Shuichi wasn't snoring next to him.
The smell of something burning came flowing into the bed room. Yuki wiped his dark eyelashes free of any dry sleepy tears and stretched. In the kitchen Shuichi was humming and standing over Yuki's toaster.
A giant plate of toast sat next to him on the counter and black and burnt.
"What the hell?" Yuki said picking up a piece off the top of the pile. The crust was hardened like metal, and the middle was a tiny bit softer and felt like pointy eggshells.
Shuichi turned and tried biting into one. "Mmm… toast…" He tried to make his mistake look better. He swallowed hard as it scraped the inside of his throat.
He threw the rest of the piece back onto the plate and rushed to kiss Yuki good morning.
"I think your toasters broken."
He said taking two new pieces out of the toaster and throwing them onto the plate. "It is not. I just used it yesterday. That means you must have broken it since then."
But if you used it last- that means YOU broke it!" "No, it's was FINE when I used it last, YOU must have broken it!" Yuki raised his voice a little.
"No I didn't! YOU DID!" Shuichi crossed his arms. Yuki took a deep breath trying not to fight over something so petty.
"What is wrong with it then?" Yuki asked flipping the toaster over. "I don't know. I just put the toast in, pushed the button down, and waited a minute or two."
He sat down at the wooden kitchen table. "You damn brat! The setting is on twelve! You are only suppose to make toast on four! So I how much toast did you waste?"
Shuichi thought a minute. "Maybe…about… two and a half loafs?" Yuki slapped his own forehead. "That was ALL of our bread…"
Shuichi looked down. "I'm sorry… hey Yuki where are you going?" Yuki was at the closet putting his coat on. "I'm going to get some more bread and some paint. The paint in here is chipping. I'm going to re-paint it I guess."
He put his hand on the doorknob. "When will you be back? By dinner right?" Shuichi asked. "Maybe. Don't expect anything." He left without saying goodbye and pulled away in his Mercedes.
Shuichi threw himself back onto the couch, staring up at the big white ceiling. Why does Yuki have to lie? The paint's not chipping… I knew he HAD to be lying when that woman called him about how she NEEDED to see him.
A sudden knock on the door caused Shuichi to jump. He rolled over stuck on the floor stuck between the coffee table and the couch. "The doors open!"He yelled.
The knob jiggled a bit. "No it's not. It's still locked!"
Shuichi sighed and pulled himself up. "Coming…" He rubbed his head and pulled open the door. The shining brunette hair of Hiroshi came into Shuichi's sight first, and then his gray shining eyes appeared glaring into Shuichi's.
"Are you ready to go? I've been waiting outside for twenty minutes now?"
"What? Where are we going?" Shuichi asked sitting on the couch. "To work stupid! Or has staying up all-night with Mr. Yuki made you forget?"
"Well I'm just lost in thought I guess. There was a message on the machine from a woman wanting to see Yuki right away. I'm just worried is all…"
Hiro sat down and wrapped his arm tightly around Shuichi's small shoulders. "It'll be okay. Yuki is not cheating on you. Especially with a woman. He's as gay as those guys who hand out down by the 'Fruit & Loopys' club at the pier."
'Your right." Shuichi nodded. Hiro stood up and grabbed Shuichi's orange coat with the green sleeves. "So are you ready to go NOW?" Shuichi looked up and caught the jacket being thrown at him. "Alrighty then, let's go!"
Yuki settled himself down in his chair in the waiting room. He was the doctor's most frequent patient, and he had his own chair in the waiting room. "Mr. Uesugi, the doctor will-" "The doctor will se me now. I know the routine."
"So you have had more frequent headaches?" the doctor asked prepping Yuki for a needle. "No. They're more like migraines. They knock me out."
"Well I really don't know what more medication can do." She tied a rubber strip around his arm and wiped him with a cleaning wipe. "You're on the strongest dosage we can give you." She continued.
"Yuki took in a deep breath as the needle pecked into his arm, and the doctor pulled his own blood out, sealing the small wound with an 'I survived!' band aid.
Suguru and K-san were waiting impatiently in the studio. K was face down on the keyboard, picking up his head and slamming it back down making an awful, horrible noise.
His shining sunlight blonde hair was pulled in front of his face, lying on the keys of the board. After a half an hour or so, Suguru couldn't tell if he might of died from boredom or not.
"HI THERE!" Shuichi busted in grabbing the microphone off the stand. Hiro walked in after him, noticing K on the keyboard. "LEST'S GET READY TO SING!" The pink haired boy screamed into the microphone, turning the amplifier up.
Hiro poked K with the end of his guitar; his hair got caught between the strings in the process.
"Shuichi where have you been? It's an hour past our normal start time! You should really take more responsibility! We need to hurry with this new album! Mr. Seguchi has his faith in us! He is putting much time and effort into this band, I think we should TRY to reward his efforts and do as he asks!"
Suguru counseled him while he got out some new lyrics and his lucky pen. "Shuichi are you listening!?"
"Suguru? Is it all that you worry about work? I think you needed the same thing I needed. Some new inspiration! Know what I mean?" Shuichi winked at him.
"I told you I'm not gay! Stop leaving those lonely convicts pictures on my desk!" He stomped over to the door of the recording room, and Shuichi saw him as he sat down on the other side of the glass.
"Hey I thought Torch was kind of cute… and he gets out in two years!" Shuichi laughed. K shot up, and ran to Shuichi. (The guitar was still hanging in his hair!)
"Guess what! This is really great news!" K smiled so big and wide his sunglasses snapped in half. "What is it?" Shuichi asked looking up from the lyrics.
"You won't believe it but Nittle Grasper has invited Bad Luck to perform with them-side by side-on national television! It will be a concert with people there- and millions of fans at home all watching you! We can work out the details later, so what do you say?" K finished laughing and jumping up and down.
Shuichi's whole body was shaking violently, as he looked up to K and yelled with joy, "YES!" right into the microphone.
K started to cry and pulled out some celebration wine. Hiro who had heard also was running with Shuichi up and down the walls with happiness.
"What are you all doing?" Suguru walked in with his head cocked up in confidence. Shuichi wrapped his arms around Suguru and kissed him right on the lips.
"I told you, I'M NOT GAY!" (K had told him about the concert and how Shuichi got so worked up later.)
When Shuichi returned home, Yuki still was not to be seen anywhere. But a new message was on the machine.
