Prologue:
Disclaimer: Maki Murakami owns these boys. I do not. I just think I'll borrow them and have my way with them.
General POV
Shuichi and Yuki sat in their apartment. Yuki sat on the couch smoking a cigarette and drinking his favorite beer. Watching the smoke dance in the air, accented by the setting sun's light. Shuichi, however, sat in the bedroom. The big oak bed that supported his small body shone in the light that radiated from the window. Staring at the wall, Shuichi relived his memories that brought him to now. All you could hear in the apartment were the sobs of a heart-broken singer.
Shuichi had tried to help Yuki, since he was working so hard on his latest novel, by cleaning the apartment and making him dinner. Shuichi began by cleaning the living room. He tried to dust but because it was so dusty, he sneezed so hard he fell over and knocked over the table. The beautiful pink and yellow carnations he put there to cheer Yuki up went flying and crashed. The crystal antique vase that contained the beautiful memories of his mother shattered. All that remained were the pieces of carved, smoky crystal. With a sigh, he cleaned up the mess knowing that Yuki was going to let him have it later when he found out.
He then decided to take a chance at cleaning the bathroom. All was going well. The bath tub was scrubbed to a sparkling white, the sink was cleaned, the towels were replaced by clean ones, and the floor was mopped. He gazed at the sparkling bathroom and smiled in satisfaction.
Dinner was next on his list. He wanted to make something special for Yuki. He wanted to show him how much he loves and appreciates everything about Yuki. He decided that teriyaki would be a good idea. He got some chicken and vegetables out of the refrigerator. He started the rice and began looking for the cutting board. He opened the cabinet and began to grab the board. Next thing he knew he was on the floor with pans all around him clanging. Quickly grabbing everything and shoving it back from where it all fell, he shut the cabinet and began looking for a knife. Much to his pleasure, the knives didn't try to fall on him too. Excited to make his Yuki smile, he began cutting. His excitement grew as he thought about how Yuki would smile and thank him for being such a good boyfriend to him. While his mind wandered, so did the knife. He cut his knuckles and began to scream and cry. The blood began to pour out of him like milk from a carton.
Yuki came running out of his study and saw the kitchen floor and Shuichi covered in blood.
After cleaning Shuichi, the floor, and himself of all the blood, Yuki sat down and bandaged his baka.
"Shuichi, what happened? I heard all the noise." Yuki asked in a cold voice.
"I…I….I wanted to make you happy. sniff I wanted to make you dinner."
"Baka. I never asked you to make anything for me. I never wanted you to either. You are way to klutzy and too irresponsible to even think about going into the kitchen unsupervised!"
"I just wanted to make you happy. You've been working so hard."
"Silence makes me happy." Looking around, "Where's my mother vase?"
"Uh, well, when I was cleaning the living room, I sneezed."
"And?"
Sheepishly, "Well, I bumped the table and it sorta fell over…. and broke."
"WHAT?!"
"I cleaned up it!"
"So that's why the rug is wet…" with a heavy sigh escaping his lips. Looking at the partially wet red and black rug, he noticed the rug was moved.
"Shuichi, did anything happen to the rug?"
"Eep…..yes."
Yuki got up to move the rug. His anger erupted.
"My floor!" Staring at the gashes in the mahogany floor, he became enraged.
"You can't do anything right! You are loud, obnoxious, needy, and a walking tornado!"
"I am not! I can be quiet!"
"No you can't. I have yet to hear any actual silence from you!
"What's that supposed to mean? I can be quiet and more!"
Yuki's hand went to Shuichi's cheek.
SLAP!!
"But Yuki, I…"
"NO! I can't believe you think you can do anything! You are only good for singing and screwing. Nothing more!"
Shuichi sat stunned. He never thought Yuki could think that about him, let alone hit him. Bawling, Shuichi ran to the bedroom and slammed the door.
Yuki grabbed a beer and lit a cigarette.
Shuichi decided that enough was enough. Too long he was hurt,
insulted, and cast aside. He's done. He's leaving Yuki….for
good.
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So there you have it. This is my first stab at making a fic. So please R&R. Let me know if I should continue or just scrap it and never pick up a pencil again. OneLife271