Fandom: Gravitation
Summary: Face, meet glass; glass, meet face... When Yuki gets a little too excited, devastating things are sure to follow.
Title: Genius Plowing Through
Author: Hana Rui
Genre: shounen-ai, humor
Pairing: Eiri Yuki x Shuichi Shindo
"YUKII!"
Shaken and thrown almost completely out of his senses, the groaning blond novelist could hardly tell what happened. There had been a bang, an irksome clanging noise as he lost hold on his half-drunk can of beer, followed instantly by a numbing pain cruising through his face and an unsteady trail of miniscule stars swirling in his eyes.
"YUKI! YUKI, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT? YUKI!"
Just a while ago he had been in the brink of some artistic breakthrough, a plain of uncharted ingenuity he had fought for days to reach. A fresh new breath of life after struggling out of a pile of the dumbest plot ideas like the zombie he had become after nights of non-sleep.
He had been pretty excited, that much he could tell. So excited that the thought of getting to his study at the soonest appealed to him like a dozen boxfuls of strawberry shortcakes.
He had thought of leaving the veranda, where he had chosen to do some brainstorming on his own, and lock himself up in his brooding hole for as long as he can give justice to his raving genius.
So how the hell did he end up slumped on the floor, hounded by a headache magnified to a hundred notches by the jarring voice shooting through his ears?
"YUKI! WHAT WERE YOU DOING? IF YOU HAD WANTED TO CLEAR YOUR MIND YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO PLOW YOUR HEAD THROUGH THE GLASS DOOR! EVEN I DON'T DO THAT! YUKI! YUKI, ANSWER ME!"
"SHUT UP!" he snarled, annoyed and distraught at the same time. He forced himself up and off the ground and headed straight for his room.
"K'SO! I JUST CLEANED THESE DOORS FOR YOU AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE! YOU BASTARD! YUKI! YUKIII!"
The fallen genius could literally feel all the wonderful ideas slipping out of his head. His ingenious breakthrough had just gone off on a holiday to the moon, along with every bit of the enthusiasm he had felt for it just a while back.
And that pink-headed punk, perpetrator of his Muses, just had to keep screaming and whining alternately about how much of an asshole he was and how he wouldn't ever let the kid fuss over his injuries like normal lovers do.
Loads of crap. The brat wasn't even normal to begin with! How could shouting into his ears until he felt his eardrums break help him in any way?
And he spoke as though Yuki owed him his soul for turning the glass doors into invisible barriers of doom! Thanks to him, the now very flustered novelist would have to suffer through the whole day with the weight of the pain and the embarrassment roughing it out in his head.
I think I need another beer.
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Note: I was inspired to write this by a commercial on the local channel...
Thanks for reading! :)