Disclaimer: Yuki and Shuichi belong to Murakami and Right Stuf, which sux for taking it off of Youtube… T.T
Because He Could
What the women smelled after Sex with Eiri Yuki was the scent of stale cigarettes, and a whiff of food that probably wasn't all that fresh, either. They realized he tasted of morning breath and looked as human as they did – if not just a bit untouchable.
The women and gold diggers and wide-eyed adoring fans heard scathing critique and harsh words and insults that were too cruel to be repeated within a one mile radius of any child, but were too drunk to hear it and stumbled off remembering only the great Sex with Eiri Yuki.
Unfortunately for the author, Shuichi did not.
The little rock star woke up every morning with the rose-tinted glasses of a man in love, and insight of a child that had just consumed about six bags of sugar, raw cane sugar.
When Yuki woke up, Shuichi saw his very own blonde haired golden-eyed angel. As he went in for that promised good morning kiss he was thrown into the bureau. To Shuichi, Yuki tasted like being hit in the nose with a shovel.
To Shuichi, Yuki smelled like the fresh opened box of cancer-sticks, and sometimes, gourmet French toast. 'Did you make me any?'
'Why would I save anything for a little brat like you?' And then the younger man would wander in and search the kitchen for food only to find the classic American breakfast waiting for him in the oven.
No, Shuichi, got the worst of it. The things no woman would stand for slid off of him like so much oil on water. And he would line up to do it again. Some people called him masochistic, others called him naïve. Eiri called him stupid, and often wondered about this after the Sex with Shuichi Shindou, when he lay sleeping.
Yes, he was stupid – a child who loved a murderer simply because he could. But maybe, Yuki thought, maybe that made all the difference.