Shuichi was in the living room, trying and failing to write a song, when he heard a noise that was almost a yell, but not quite. Confused, he made his way into the kitchen, almost sure that that was where the noise had come from. Sure enough, Yuki was in there, making dinner. "Yuki? What happened? Are you all right?" He walked further into the kitchen to find that the novelist had blood dripping from his finger. "It's nothing," he spat. "I just cut myself when I was chopping up the vegetables.
"But Yuki, that looks deep," said the vocalist worriedly.
"I told you, it's nothing."
"It's not nothing!" Shuichi stuck out his jaw stubbornly. "It needs treated!"
Eiri ground his teeth in agitation--his finger was hurting him and now he was getting a headache. "It can heal on its own."
"See, Yuki? That's your problem. Sometimes your wounds can heal themselves..." Shuichi smiled sadly. "But sometimes you can't just ignore it." He took Yuki by his uninjured hand and pulled him towards the bathroom, too concentrated on getting Yuki's finger to stop bleeding to wonder why the writer was allowing him to lead him despite his protests. Once in the bathroom, he grabbed a cloth, some bandages, and filled a glass with water. "Let's do this in the living room so you can sit down," he suggested. He took Yuki's silence to be the 'okay', so they went back into the living room to sit in the couch.
Cleaning the wound, Shuichi grimaced. "It's deeper than I thought," he contemplated. "It might need stitches."
"No." Eiri's jaw was set. "There's no fucking way I'm going to a hospital."
"I know!" The singer's face lit up with an idea, completely disregarding his lover's response. "Wait here." He leapt up and ran into Yuki's office, returning not thirty seconds later with a roll of Scotch tape.
Eiri eyed it warily. "What's that for...?"
"Scissors, scissors...where are the damn scissors?" He was still ignoring the novelist's questions. "Oh, here they are!"
"What are you going to use that tape for, Shuichi?"
"Just be patient." He began to cut a three-centimeter-long piece of tape into a shape that reminded Eiri of an envelope, then stuck the finished...whatever-it-was on his forehead for safekeeping. He wiped away the blood that had leaked out while he was constructing his tape-shape then stuck said tape on the cut, horizontally. He kept up a steady chatter while he worked.
"See, Yuki? If you had left that cut alone and pretended it never happened, it would have gotten infected and that would have been bad. But now it'll heal just fine, because you got it treated. And you don't even have to rely on professionals to do it all the time, unless it's REALLY bad! Know why?" He smiled and cupped Eiri's face in his hands. "I'll heal them for you, 'cause I love you!" He kissed the novelist briefly--well, he meant for it to be brief, but instead, Yuki pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. "Thanks, Brat," whispered the blonde when he pulled away. His lips curved upward ever-so-slightly when he saw Shuichi's deep blush and kissed him again, on the forehead this time. "Go back to writing your crap." He was still smiling. "I'll finish dinner."
Author's Note: I was editing Okonomiyaki, and this just sort of came to me. It isn't my best writing, not by any means, but I got bored of editing so I wanted to do this. By the way, the tape thing that Shuichi does actually works. Here: http:// I hope the link works. If not, someone review me and tell me so. The link will also be in my profile. Have a nice day! -silvea-
