The handsome blond writer sighed as his hands hovered above the keyboard of his laptop. He was stuck again and the deadline was this Friday, only two days from now. He easily popped an unlit cigarette in his mouth and carefully lit it before leaning back in his chair, stretching his arms. Yuki had been sitting here for a grand total of 4 hours and only two new pages had been added. Looking at the screen with a careless shrug, he saved it and clicked it off before heading to the kitchen for another caffine fix.It was at that time that Yuki's generic doorbell rang in a bored tone. Apparently whomever it was didn't wait for the door to be answered as it flung open.
"YUKI!" came a squeal of excitement as the hyper pink-haired boy tackled his lover. "I missed you!" he whimpered, clinging to the author. "Did you miss me!?" he asked, apparently on some sort of sugar-high.
Truthfully, Shuichi knew Yuki would never admit to missing him, but the singer needed to ask anyway. Catching his breath, he looked at Yuki, waiting for a response and looking at the handsome man all at once. With a digusted look, he attempted to free himself of the pink haired singer's grasp.
"No, baka." he growled, opening a can of beer instead and taking a swallow. "You annoy me...go away" Yuki then turned away and dropped into his favorite spot on the couch and flicked on the TV with the nearby remote.
"Yuuukkkkiiiii!" Shuichi growled, glaring. "You don't hate me!" he retorted, still glaring.
Not getting any kind of acknowledgement, he frowned crossing his arms with a small sigh as he walked over to Yuki and sat down next to him, resting his chin on the writer's shoulder.
"I know you love me anyway!" he grinned, not being able to stay mad for long.
With a snort, Yuki took another drag of his cigarette before tapping the ash into the ashtray and leaving it on the edge. He then took a drink of his beer before looking at the young singer in diosbelief. How dense could a guy be? Although he did look rather cute right now....
Taking advantage of the singer's lips while he was unaware, he manuvered himself into place as the dominant one in this kiss. Seductively licking Shuichi's lips, demanding entry.
Shuichi allowed him to enter, used to this by now, but not bored at all. Happily, he leaned against the older, wrapping his arms around him.
Inwardly, he sometimes felt used, but he loved Yuki, and he could tell that Yuki liked him. It was just a matter of reading between the lines.
His tongue eagerly entered the dark cave of Shuichi's mouth, exploring all the familiar curves and spaces before stoking Shuichi's tongue, wanting to intice a moan from the young singer.
Shuichi held back moaning for as long as he could, trying to seem tougher than he really was. But before long, he let out a weak moan, eyes closed. He was still a little surprised by the way Yuki always liked to kiss him at random times and never wanted to stop there, though he was getting used to it.
Without warning Yuki pulled back and returned to his studio with his unfinished cigarette as if nothing had happened. Shuichi sat there for a minute, a confused expression on his face, before frowning as his eyes narrowed.
"YUKI!!" he yelled, not bothering to go after him.
No, for once Yuki would have to come after him. Smirking, though it came off as more of a grin on Shuichi, he got up and left, intent on getting some food as he half-skipped out.
The blond haired writer reclaimed his place at the laptop, watching it quickly boot up in a matter of seconds before his story took up the screen. Rereading the last few paragraphs, he began typing feverishly before the idea left his head. It would be a few hours later that he would unconciously call it quits as his body fell asleep at the computer.
Shuichi himself was currently very bored. Usually he could find something to do, but now he missed Yuki. Annoyed with himself for needing the other man so terribly, he stormed back to Yuki's place, wanting to see the other.
Tip-toeing into Yuki's studio, where he last saw him, he spotted the sleeping man. Staring at him, he grinned to himself, walking as lightly as he ever could to the author and giving him a peck right next to his mouth before walking back out and shutting the door silently behind him.
As soon as he was outside the house, he pouted up at the sky. "It's not fair!" he yelled, before sighing dejectedly. "Even if Yuki is cute when he sleeps." He mumbled for walking off.
The next morning, the sun's rays kissed Yuki's face, causing him to awaken with a growl as he realized he had only a day left to finish his manuscript. Swearing angrily, he headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.
Today however, Shuichi did not come hopping in. He wasn't busy with Bad Luck or anything since they weren't set to do anything for a while, and Shuichi was known for not practicing with being reminded anyway. No, today Shuichi was out with Hiro.
Suddenly the phone rang and the handsome writer boredly retrived it, suppressing a yawn. It was his publishers reminding him that he had a book signing at "A Whole New Worldr" a growing bookshop that sold more of his books than any other store. Unfortunately, this meant Yuki had to go to this book signing and once again act the part of the normal handsome author.
Now the doorbell rang, and would continue to ring until Yuki got it. Outside stood Shuichi with Hiroshi resting most of his weight lazily on Shuichi's shoulders like he was known to do. Of course, this made many girls turn them into a couple and a new fan-base, but that was beside the point. But with Shuichi being very innocent for his age, he never had the common sense to push the joking Hiroshi away.
Before he went off for the day, he decided to check up on his Yuki to make sure he was okay and had woken up. It was obvious that Hiroshi was getting bored and would much rather not have to see the cranky, cold Yuki, but he knew if he even hinted at wanting to leave, Shuichi would through a fit. So he and Shuichi stood there, waiting.
Yuki had just gotten out of the shower, hair slightly toussled with only a towel around his waist. Grudgedly he opened the door, fully expecting the young teen to be there, but if he didn't open the door, he would never stop ringing that blast doorbell.
"HIYA YUKI!" came the cry of the happy teen as the door was opened.
"Don't you even bother to wear clothes?" as the other boy, both annoyed and uncomfortable.
"Yeah Yuki! What if some salesman was at the door and he saw you!?"
'What if he was a gay salesman?" That came from Hiroshi just to worry Shuichi as payback for making him come.
Whimpering, Shuichi looked up at Yuki.
"Yukiiiiiii! Are you cheating on meee!?" he asked, eyes getting watery.
As Hiroshi glowered, not really being a morning person.Between the two boys, it was near impossible for Yuki to get a word in, until now, when they had stopped.
"Even if I was, it's not like we have a steady relationship anyway, so I am ientitled to do as I please," Yuki growled while glaring at Hiro, an obvious betrayal of his feelings. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a book signing to get to."
Without waiting for a reply, he turned and began walking toward his bedroom where his clothes were waiting.
"Okay Yu-" the pink-haired boy was cut off as Hiroshi nuzzled his neck. And though it was sort of an odd friendship thing amoungst the two, it still got them many odd glances when they were out together.
"Hiroshiii! That tickles!" Shuichi scolded playfully. "I'll be back later, darling! Have fun at your book thing!" he called, getting ready to go. "I'll be out getting my hair dyed with Hiro-kun and then we'll be at the mall!!" and with that, he walked off, Hiroshi trailing behind him.
They were in a hurry, even if it didn't show, to get their hair colored so that no one would reconize them and harrass them endlessly. Shuichi sighed. It was too bad he wouldn't be able to visit Yuki when he was signing books, but it would be too uncomfortable. It also struck the youth that he had never read one of his Yuki's books. Blinking, he turned back to Hiroshi. "Have you ever read what Yuki writes?" he asked.
"Not really." was his only answer from the other teenager. "Oh." Shuichi mumbled, deep in thought.
Yuki pulled on his pants and grabbed his dark purple shirt and black blazer from his closet, dressing fairly quickly. With a sign, he grabbed his keys off the living room table and headed out to his Mercedes.
Hearing the crowd as he turned the corner to the book store, he groaned inwardly. However, he still pulled his beloved car up onto the sidewalk, startling some of the fangirls. He smoothly slid out of his leather interior vehicle, taking off his dark sunglasses with a sexy grin. He quickly hurried inside before he was surrounded.
"I don't like it." Shuichi pouted, looking at his reflection in the mirror.
"It's your own fault for choosing the color black." Hiroshi stated, not minding his own now-black head of hair. Sighing, Shuichi dropped his head.
"Yeah, okay." He agreed, before turning to Hiroshi. "What does Yuki write about anyway?" He asked, still stuck on the subject.
Hiroshi blinked, taken aback. "Well...It's usually about love triangles I think...and usually someone kills someone out of jealousy." He thought, trying to remember what some girls had told him.
"Yeah, it's almost always two girls who like the same guy and one girl kills the other...I think." Shuichi stared, thinking before looking back up at Hiroshi. "Then let's go check!" He said, grabbing the other by the wrist.
"But I don't ca--" Hiroshi tried to protest, but gave up.
Meanwhile
"So who am I addressing this too?" Yuki asked boredly for the millionth time, it seemed. "To my one and only, Sakura," the girl answered enthusiastically, not hearing the bored tone in his voice. Yuki scribbled a note and his signature before handing it back to the delighted fan girl who hugged the book to her chest.
"Thank you so much," she squealed. "You're welcome," Yuki managed to say though his head ached from her squeal before flashing a sexy smile that made her faint.
"Oh! Hey, look at those two! Don't they look familiar?" One girl in line asked, turning to another. "Oh! They're the cute boys from that...band!" She squealed. "No, their hair is different!" protested another. "But look at how close they are! It's so cute!" another squealed, hugging the book she was holding and grinning from ear to ear as the others sighed happily. "I'm going to talk to them and see!" the first fan girl piped up, starting to walk over.
Shuichi and Hiroshi had just entered the bookstore, Shuichi looking determined and Hiroshi looked uncomfortable as the girl approched.
"Who are you guys?" she asked bluntly, looking at them. Shuichi froze as Hiroshi clutched him, getting into their usual act.
"Why do you want to know?" he purred, hugging Shuichi as the girl blushed out of joy mixed with anger.
"Because you look like--" she was cut off as Hiroshi smirked.
"You want to start a threesome, don't you?" he asked as Shuichi glared.
Yuki had just handed another signed book to a thrilled fan who had promptly passed out. The book store looked oddly enough like a battle field with all the unconcious women who had fallen victim to his seductive smile. However, the next book was being thrust in his face, while its owner jabbered on.
"Sign it to 'the girl I'll always love,Ayame' and you'll dedicate your next book to me, right?" and so she continued to talk as Yuki continued to tune her out.
He desperately wanted a cigarette and wallowed in slight unawareness as he signed, so he didn't see the daring female pressing her lips against his. For a moment, his unconcious seductive behavior took over, but then he realized what he was doing and broke off the kiss, giving the girl back her book.
And then there was silence. The remaining concious girls all squealed, getting ideas in their heads. Unfortunately --or fortunately, depending on how you look at it-- Shuichi had seen that. Freezing, he glared harshly before Hiroshi dragged him out of the store, not wanting to cause a scene. Now, out in the park, on a bench, Shuichi slumped, eyes hurt. With real hurt, not the puppy-dog hurt that they got when Yuki told him to leave him alone or that he didn't want him around.
Looking down, he held back tears. He knew Yuki was in no way devoted to him, but he had always thought that they were making progress. And even if he had overlooked the fact that Yuki looked at other people, his sensitive nature did have a breaking point. Next to him was Hiroshi, whom was holding back from telling him Yuki was no good. He knew any other person would like to hear about how awful Yuki was in the situation, but Shuichi would just get mad at Hiroshi for saying anything. Hiroshi patted his back, and the two sat in silence.
Yuki bowed out, saying that he was taking a break.
The remaining girls looked disappointed, but they would be even more upset when they realized he wasn't coming back. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, grabbing the last one and putting it between his lips as he lit it the moment he was outside, taking a long drag before going for a drive in his Mercedes. Soon he found his way to the park where he figured he could enjoy his cigarette in peace, so he got out and walked down the path. Hiroshi leaned back, closing his eyes.
Shuichi had already fallen asleep against him, or specifically his chest, which was almost funny in the way that it looked like they were a couple. Sighing, he looked down at the now black-haired boy. A couple of minutes ago, he had burst into silent tears, just letting them drop, and now he had a few easily hidden tear stains. He faintly heard footsteps, but paid them no mind.
The handsome blond writer strolled easily down the path, enjoying the quiet and calm of being alone. Then he spotted what seemed to be a gay couple sitting on the bench and he continued walking as he didn't recognize them with their new hair colors. However, Hiroshi would still recognize him. Getting up so as not to disturb Shuichi, he growled, eyes blazing.
"OH YUKI!" he called, voice strained with false happiness. Despite what people thought of Hiro, he was deathly protective and concern for his friends, no matter what it seemed.
"It's me Hiroshi!" he added, trying to keep a snarl out of his voice.
He vaguely remember Shuichi saying something about getting their hair dyed, but now that he had seen it, he was slightly in shock. However, a smirk crossed his face when he heard Hiro speak to him. He had been in the writing business long enough to tell when someone was feigning a happy tone, although it was usually he. Against his better judgement, he stopped and turned back toward the pair, taking another lazy drag on his cigarette. For a moment, Hiro considered trying to kill Yuki, but something told him not to.
Instead, he simply continued to glare as he hissed, "Stay the hell away from Shuichi." Before grabbing Shuichi by the wrist and dragging the still half-asleep singer off.
"Hiro-kun? What's wrong?" he asked, worried, but didn't receive an answer as Hiro shoved him into a cab and followed him in.
"YUKI!" came a squeal of excitement as the hyper pink-haired boy tackled his lover. "I missed you!" he whimpered, clinging to the author. "Did you miss me!?" he asked, apparently on some sort of sugar-high.
Truthfully, Shuichi knew Yuki would never admit to missing him, but the singer needed to ask anyway. Catching his breath, he looked at Yuki, waiting for a response and looking at the handsome man all at once. With a digusted look, he attempted to free himself of the pink haired singer's grasp.
"No, baka." he growled, opening a can of beer instead and taking a swallow. "You annoy me...go away" Yuki then turned away and dropped into his favorite spot on the couch and flicked on the TV with the nearby remote.
"Yuuukkkkiiiii!" Shuichi growled, glaring. "You don't hate me!" he retorted, still glaring.
Not getting any kind of acknowledgement, he frowned crossing his arms with a small sigh as he walked over to Yuki and sat down next to him, resting his chin on the writer's shoulder.
"I know you love me anyway!" he grinned, not being able to stay mad for long.
With a snort, Yuki took another drag of his cigarette before tapping the ash into the ashtray and leaving it on the edge. He then took a drink of his beer before looking at the young singer in diosbelief. How dense could a guy be? Although he did look rather cute right now....
Taking advantage of the singer's lips while he was unaware, he manuvered himself into place as the dominant one in this kiss. Seductively licking Shuichi's lips, demanding entry.
Shuichi allowed him to enter, used to this by now, but not bored at all. Happily, he leaned against the older, wrapping his arms around him.
Inwardly, he sometimes felt used, but he loved Yuki, and he could tell that Yuki liked him. It was just a matter of reading between the lines.
His tongue eagerly entered the dark cave of Shuichi's mouth, exploring all the familiar curves and spaces before stoking Shuichi's tongue, wanting to intice a moan from the young singer.
Shuichi held back moaning for as long as he could, trying to seem tougher than he really was. But before long, he let out a weak moan, eyes closed. He was still a little surprised by the way Yuki always liked to kiss him at random times and never wanted to stop there, though he was getting used to it.
Without warning Yuki pulled back and returned to his studio with his unfinished cigarette as if nothing had happened. Shuichi sat there for a minute, a confused expression on his face, before frowning as his eyes narrowed.
"YUKI!!" he yelled, not bothering to go after him.
No, for once Yuki would have to come after him. Smirking, though it came off as more of a grin on Shuichi, he got up and left, intent on getting some food as he half-skipped out.
The blond haired writer reclaimed his place at the laptop, watching it quickly boot up in a matter of seconds before his story took up the screen. Rereading the last few paragraphs, he began typing feverishly before the idea left his head. It would be a few hours later that he would unconciously call it quits as his body fell asleep at the computer.
Shuichi himself was currently very bored. Usually he could find something to do, but now he missed Yuki. Annoyed with himself for needing the other man so terribly, he stormed back to Yuki's place, wanting to see the other.
Tip-toeing into Yuki's studio, where he last saw him, he spotted the sleeping man. Staring at him, he grinned to himself, walking as lightly as he ever could to the author and giving him a peck right next to his mouth before walking back out and shutting the door silently behind him.
As soon as he was outside the house, he pouted up at the sky. "It's not fair!" he yelled, before sighing dejectedly. "Even if Yuki is cute when he sleeps." He mumbled for walking off.
The next morning, the sun's rays kissed Yuki's face, causing him to awaken with a growl as he realized he had only a day left to finish his manuscript. Swearing angrily, he headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.
Today however, Shuichi did not come hopping in. He wasn't busy with Bad Luck or anything since they weren't set to do anything for a while, and Shuichi was known for not practicing with being reminded anyway. No, today Shuichi was out with Hiro.
Suddenly the phone rang and the handsome writer boredly retrived it, suppressing a yawn. It was his publishers reminding him that he had a book signing at "A Whole New Worldr" a growing bookshop that sold more of his books than any other store. Unfortunately, this meant Yuki had to go to this book signing and once again act the part of the normal handsome author.
Now the doorbell rang, and would continue to ring until Yuki got it. Outside stood Shuichi with Hiroshi resting most of his weight lazily on Shuichi's shoulders like he was known to do. Of course, this made many girls turn them into a couple and a new fan-base, but that was beside the point. But with Shuichi being very innocent for his age, he never had the common sense to push the joking Hiroshi away.
Before he went off for the day, he decided to check up on his Yuki to make sure he was okay and had woken up. It was obvious that Hiroshi was getting bored and would much rather not have to see the cranky, cold Yuki, but he knew if he even hinted at wanting to leave, Shuichi would through a fit. So he and Shuichi stood there, waiting.
Yuki had just gotten out of the shower, hair slightly toussled with only a towel around his waist. Grudgedly he opened the door, fully expecting the young teen to be there, but if he didn't open the door, he would never stop ringing that blast doorbell.
"HIYA YUKI!" came the cry of the happy teen as the door was opened.
"Don't you even bother to wear clothes?" as the other boy, both annoyed and uncomfortable.
"Yeah Yuki! What if some salesman was at the door and he saw you!?"
'What if he was a gay salesman?" That came from Hiroshi just to worry Shuichi as payback for making him come.
Whimpering, Shuichi looked up at Yuki.
"Yukiiiiiii! Are you cheating on meee!?" he asked, eyes getting watery.
As Hiroshi glowered, not really being a morning person.Between the two boys, it was near impossible for Yuki to get a word in, until now, when they had stopped.
"Even if I was, it's not like we have a steady relationship anyway, so I am ientitled to do as I please," Yuki growled while glaring at Hiro, an obvious betrayal of his feelings. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a book signing to get to."
Without waiting for a reply, he turned and began walking toward his bedroom where his clothes were waiting.
"Okay Yu-" the pink-haired boy was cut off as Hiroshi nuzzled his neck. And though it was sort of an odd friendship thing amoungst the two, it still got them many odd glances when they were out together.
"Hiroshiii! That tickles!" Shuichi scolded playfully. "I'll be back later, darling! Have fun at your book thing!" he called, getting ready to go. "I'll be out getting my hair dyed with Hiro-kun and then we'll be at the mall!!" and with that, he walked off, Hiroshi trailing behind him.
They were in a hurry, even if it didn't show, to get their hair colored so that no one would reconize them and harrass them endlessly. Shuichi sighed. It was too bad he wouldn't be able to visit Yuki when he was signing books, but it would be too uncomfortable. It also struck the youth that he had never read one of his Yuki's books. Blinking, he turned back to Hiroshi. "Have you ever read what Yuki writes?" he asked.
"Not really." was his only answer from the other teenager. "Oh." Shuichi mumbled, deep in thought.
Yuki pulled on his pants and grabbed his dark purple shirt and black blazer from his closet, dressing fairly quickly. With a sign, he grabbed his keys off the living room table and headed out to his Mercedes.
Hearing the crowd as he turned the corner to the book store, he groaned inwardly. However, he still pulled his beloved car up onto the sidewalk, startling some of the fangirls. He smoothly slid out of his leather interior vehicle, taking off his dark sunglasses with a sexy grin. He quickly hurried inside before he was surrounded.
"I don't like it." Shuichi pouted, looking at his reflection in the mirror.
"It's your own fault for choosing the color black." Hiroshi stated, not minding his own now-black head of hair. Sighing, Shuichi dropped his head.
"Yeah, okay." He agreed, before turning to Hiroshi. "What does Yuki write about anyway?" He asked, still stuck on the subject.
Hiroshi blinked, taken aback. "Well...It's usually about love triangles I think...and usually someone kills someone out of jealousy." He thought, trying to remember what some girls had told him.
"Yeah, it's almost always two girls who like the same guy and one girl kills the other...I think." Shuichi stared, thinking before looking back up at Hiroshi. "Then let's go check!" He said, grabbing the other by the wrist.
"But I don't ca--" Hiroshi tried to protest, but gave up.
Meanwhile
"So who am I addressing this too?" Yuki asked boredly for the millionth time, it seemed. "To my one and only, Sakura," the girl answered enthusiastically, not hearing the bored tone in his voice. Yuki scribbled a note and his signature before handing it back to the delighted fan girl who hugged the book to her chest.
"Thank you so much," she squealed. "You're welcome," Yuki managed to say though his head ached from her squeal before flashing a sexy smile that made her faint.
"Oh! Hey, look at those two! Don't they look familiar?" One girl in line asked, turning to another. "Oh! They're the cute boys from that...band!" She squealed. "No, their hair is different!" protested another. "But look at how close they are! It's so cute!" another squealed, hugging the book she was holding and grinning from ear to ear as the others sighed happily. "I'm going to talk to them and see!" the first fan girl piped up, starting to walk over.
Shuichi and Hiroshi had just entered the bookstore, Shuichi looking determined and Hiroshi looked uncomfortable as the girl approched.
"Who are you guys?" she asked bluntly, looking at them. Shuichi froze as Hiroshi clutched him, getting into their usual act.
"Why do you want to know?" he purred, hugging Shuichi as the girl blushed out of joy mixed with anger.
"Because you look like--" she was cut off as Hiroshi smirked.
"You want to start a threesome, don't you?" he asked as Shuichi glared.
Yuki had just handed another signed book to a thrilled fan who had promptly passed out. The book store looked oddly enough like a battle field with all the unconcious women who had fallen victim to his seductive smile. However, the next book was being thrust in his face, while its owner jabbered on.
"Sign it to 'the girl I'll always love,Ayame' and you'll dedicate your next book to me, right?" and so she continued to talk as Yuki continued to tune her out.
He desperately wanted a cigarette and wallowed in slight unawareness as he signed, so he didn't see the daring female pressing her lips against his. For a moment, his unconcious seductive behavior took over, but then he realized what he was doing and broke off the kiss, giving the girl back her book.
And then there was silence. The remaining concious girls all squealed, getting ideas in their heads. Unfortunately --or fortunately, depending on how you look at it-- Shuichi had seen that. Freezing, he glared harshly before Hiroshi dragged him out of the store, not wanting to cause a scene. Now, out in the park, on a bench, Shuichi slumped, eyes hurt. With real hurt, not the puppy-dog hurt that they got when Yuki told him to leave him alone or that he didn't want him around.
Looking down, he held back tears. He knew Yuki was in no way devoted to him, but he had always thought that they were making progress. And even if he had overlooked the fact that Yuki looked at other people, his sensitive nature did have a breaking point. Next to him was Hiroshi, whom was holding back from telling him Yuki was no good. He knew any other person would like to hear about how awful Yuki was in the situation, but Shuichi would just get mad at Hiroshi for saying anything. Hiroshi patted his back, and the two sat in silence.
Yuki bowed out, saying that he was taking a break.
The remaining girls looked disappointed, but they would be even more upset when they realized he wasn't coming back. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, grabbing the last one and putting it between his lips as he lit it the moment he was outside, taking a long drag before going for a drive in his Mercedes. Soon he found his way to the park where he figured he could enjoy his cigarette in peace, so he got out and walked down the path. Hiroshi leaned back, closing his eyes.
Shuichi had already fallen asleep against him, or specifically his chest, which was almost funny in the way that it looked like they were a couple. Sighing, he looked down at the now black-haired boy. A couple of minutes ago, he had burst into silent tears, just letting them drop, and now he had a few easily hidden tear stains. He faintly heard footsteps, but paid them no mind.
The handsome blond writer strolled easily down the path, enjoying the quiet and calm of being alone. Then he spotted what seemed to be a gay couple sitting on the bench and he continued walking as he didn't recognize them with their new hair colors. However, Hiroshi would still recognize him. Getting up so as not to disturb Shuichi, he growled, eyes blazing.
"OH YUKI!" he called, voice strained with false happiness. Despite what people thought of Hiro, he was deathly protective and concern for his friends, no matter what it seemed.
"It's me Hiroshi!" he added, trying to keep a snarl out of his voice.
He vaguely remember Shuichi saying something about getting their hair dyed, but now that he had seen it, he was slightly in shock. However, a smirk crossed his face when he heard Hiro speak to him. He had been in the writing business long enough to tell when someone was feigning a happy tone, although it was usually he. Against his better judgement, he stopped and turned back toward the pair, taking another lazy drag on his cigarette. For a moment, Hiro considered trying to kill Yuki, but something told him not to.
Instead, he simply continued to glare as he hissed, "Stay the hell away from Shuichi." Before grabbing Shuichi by the wrist and dragging the still half-asleep singer off.
"Hiro-kun? What's wrong?" he asked, worried, but didn't receive an answer as Hiro shoved him into a cab and followed him in.