Title Twelve Roses

Rating PG

Pairing Yuki/Shuichi

Disclaimer I wonder if anyone reads these.. Hmm. I don't own Gravitation.

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Shuichi Shindou had been standing in the same spot, in the same store, for at least an hour now. The boy had been trying to figure out what to get Yuki for his birthday, but none of the presents seemed..good enough for the author. After all, only the best could be given to Yuki Eiri― and Shuichi didn't want to let him down. He loved Yuki..even though the blonde seemed completely oblivious to just how much.

The singer frowned, and put down the copy of 'Poetry For Dummies' he had been reading. This just wasn't working. Shuichi had been reading that stupid book the whole time he had been in the store and hadn't learned a thing. Just, of course, the basic steps of poetry, but when Shuichi attempted to write a love poem in his mind, it just came out..wrong. And a little bit too sappy for his— and Yuki's, he was sure― liking.

"Um, may I..help you?" A nervous woman who worked in the store asked, tapping Shuichi on the shoulder, awakening him from his thoughts.

"Oh, uh.. You wouldn't happen to know anything about poetry..would you?" Shuichi gave her his most hopeful smile.

The woman blinked. "Poetry? Afraid not..but that book there," she pointed to 'Poetry For Dummies', "is supposed to help you—"

"Thanks anyway," Shuichi interrupted, and traveled back to his thoughts.

'What on earth should I get Yuki for his birthday?‚' The vocalist pondered.

He then began sifting through birthday cards, hoping to find one that said some witty or touching remark. Picking up one that had primroses decorated on it, he opened it up, read what it said inside, then froze.

After a pregnant pause, he threw the card in the air, and exclaimed to the whole world, "AHA! I'VE FINALLY FOUND IT! THE PERFECT PRESENT FOR YUKI!"

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Yuki Eiri had been typing up his newest novel, when he heard a knock at his door. Grumbling, the blonde got up from his comfy spot at his desk and went to answer the door. He had expected to see a giant mob of fangirls waiting outside to proclaim their undying love for him and litter him with presents. After all, it hadn't been the first time that had happened. So, just in case, the wary writer always carried a broom everywhere he went on this particular day of the year.

What the man did not expect to see, however, was a small bundle of roses with a note lying in front of his door. Wrinkling his brow, he picked the package up, and read the note. It was probably the shortest, but most touching thing he had received in awhile.

Yuki,

Here's twelve roses. I'll love you till the last rose dies.

Just a short moment after reading the letter, he noticed that not all of the twelve roses were real. No, the last rose just so happened to be a fake. Yuki smirked.

"Ya know, brat, you cannot write poetry to save your life. As a matter of fact, I don't think this would even be considered poetry. Especially since I've heard that before. On a Hallmark card, was it?"

Eiri knew that Shuichi probably wasn't around to even hear him. He'd simply put the package at his door, knocked, then ran like hell. Probably in nervousness, or some other foolish reason.

"You may not can write, and you may not can plagiarize worth shit, but..you sure know how to make a person smile."

And Yuki smiled.

Owari.