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Strawberry Shuichi

Authors' note: Italics, as usual, are thoughts. Just a little fic that has been floating in our refrigerator for a few months now. About time it saw the light of day…so we hope you enjoy!

Operation 1: Anniversary Present

"Hiroooo! What do you think I should do for Yuki for our anniversary next Friday?" Finishing his box of strawberry pocky, Shuichi stretched his arms above his head contently.

The golden beams of sun streamed into the room through the Venetian blinds, casting haphazard shadows throughout the room. The lazy afternoon air melding with the nostalgic melody from Hiro's guitar created a comfortable atmosphere around them.

"Y-Yuki-san? But I thought you were going to spend that day with me, Shuichi?" Hiro's hazel eyes shone with hurt, as he stopped strumming his guitar to grasp his best friend's hands into his own and stare deeply into his eyes.

"Oh… I..." Shuichi stuttered, flustered from Hiro's sudden actions, his violet eyes wide with disbelief. He felt his hands begin to sweat in the other boy's hands and averted his gaze. "Hiro, I had no idea…" He trailed off, trying to fully digest what his best friend had just said.

"Does that mean that I'll be able to spend Friday with you?" asked Hiro, his face drawing closer to Shuichi's.

"Hiro, I..." Shuichi gazed deep into his friend's eyes and searched them for the truth. He broke his hands free of Hiro's grasp and cupped his best friend's face in his palms. He could feel the other's breath on his cheeks. "Hiro, for how long…I mean…do you l-lo-"

"Like I want to die!" Hiro shoved Shuichi away from him, and rose to his feet. "Jeez, just go to your precious Yuki-san." Mock exasperation apparent on his face, Hiro sighed. "C'mon Shu, after all this time, I can't believe you still fell for that." He added, a smirk adorning his lips.

"Hiiiroooooo!" Shuichi whined, sticking out his lower lip in a pout. "You're supposed to be my best friend and help me out; not make fun of me!"

"Alright, alright. I'll help you out." Hiro chuckled. "I'll help you think of something special for Yuki-san."

"Thanks so much! I knew I could count on you!" Shuichi threw his arms around his friend in gratitude.

"Don't worry about it. Actually, why don't you go visit him now, maybe you'll get some ideas?"

"Yeah, thanks! I'll drop by again tomorrow, then."

"Later, man. Have fun." Hiro winked suggestively. He waved his friend goodbye as he saw him out the door.

"Bye!"

With that, Shuichi stepped into the sidewalk outside of Hiro's apartment, on his way to see his lover.

"Yuuukiiiiiii! I'm home!" Shuichi entered his lover's apartment enthusiastically, barely able to hold in his excitement at the prospect of seeing his Yuki. To no one's surprise, there was no answer. "Yuki?" He took his shoes off before proceeding toward the scarcely decorated living room in hopes of finding his object of affection lounging on the couch, predictably, with a cigarette held lightly between his lips.

"Close the door." Yuki walked into the living room from his study, clad in gray trousers and a white button up shirt haphazardly buttoned, revealing pale skin of his chest and regal collar bones; his ever present scowl remained in place. "And stop that racket; I have a deadline due two days from now and all the noise you're making isn't helping."

"Yukiii!" Exhilarated to see his lover, Shuichi plunged at him, throwing his arms around the blond and nuzzling his neck. "Mmm…" He purred, contently.

"Just get…ugh, off of me, would you?" Yuki tried to break free of the hug in vain and peel off a hyper Shuichi from himself to get some air into his lungs. "Didn't you just hear what I said?" He managed between coughs as he continued to struggle to get free. Shuichi released his death grip on him when he heard Yuki coughing and sputtering.

"I'm just super happy to see you, Yuki!" Shuichi beamed his lover a smile that almost blinded the novelist. "Okay, I'll let you work on your novel. I'll make dinner instead."

Before Yuki could tell him otherwise, Shuichi was already in the kitchen. Yuki stood there dumbfounded for who knows how long as he watched the pink haired boy take out random vegetables, wash them, and proceed to chop them with the knife he found in the cupboard at an inhuman speed.

"No don't..." The admonition came too late and Yuki sighed, exasperated. "You baka. What have I told you about going into the kitchen?" He walked towards Shuichi as he came out of the kitchen holding his bleeding fingers in the air as he tried his best to hold in the ocular fluid that threatened to spill at any moment.

"Sorry." He mumbled an apology as Yuki took him by the wrist and headed to the couch. Yuki pulled out some bandages from the drawer of the couch-side table. He sat Shuichi on is lap on the couch and delicately bandaged his bleeding fingers.

"You idiot! Don't try to make anything." Yuki admonished, albeit gently. "I'll cook some ramen in an hour. In the mean time, there's some strawberry pocky in the cupboard." Examining his lover's bandaged fingers one last time, Yuki removed Shuichi from his lap and rose to leave the room.

"Umm..."

"What is it?"

"You said not to go into the kitchen. How am I supposed to get the pocky if I can't go into the kitchen?"

"…" Yuki stared at Bad Luck's vocalist before him, disbelief threatening to show on his face as his jaws quivered. If he hadn't already before, he seriously doubted Shuichi's intelligence that moment. Quickly he composed himself and made sure the expression he wore was one of nothing but indifference. Good. "That's never stopped you before..." He turned on his feet elegantly to retrieve the box of pocky and threw it at Shuichi's direction, praying to 'The Powers That Be' that the clumsy fool would actually catch it.

"Umm…thanks." Shuichi muttered, as the box settled in his hands finally, after he fumbled to catch it. When he looked up from the box, Yuki had already vanished into the dark depths of the hallway leading to the study, leaving Shuichi to lose himself in his own thoughts.

'So what can I do for Yuki. Hmm… The only time we spend together these days is in his bed. Aww he's so adoribibble when he's asleep I could just eat him all up!' The pillow Shuichi was hugging was suffocating to death in his death grip…that is…if it could breathe at all…Shuichi continued his psychobabble in his head without a care in the world. 'I wish I were in his bed right now… WAIT A MINUTE, HIS BED! He loves me and my body! When we're all sweaty together, and I'm writhing under him, and he's all over me with his well chiseled body, and his tousled blond hair, and...'

Shuichi's neurons short circuited from an overload of hotness. He ran to the hallway and reached for the doorknob of Yuki's study. Before he burst into the room, ready to pounce on the novelist, he thought better of it and plated himself on the floor to think some more. 'Wait a minute I'm supposed to be thinking about his anniversary present, not how to get him into bed.' He relaxed and leaned back against the cold wall.

Suddenly, it all hit him like a truck accelerating uniformly at 88 meters/seconds2 on the I-95. 'Bed! That's it! So I can just give him some sex! …But we do that on a daily basis and that would be boring as a gift. But since K's been training me and Hiro for stage performance, I've become much more flexible... So… I can become a little more creative on bed... We can do so many new positions! Oh, and I could include all the new stuff I read in Tatsuha-san's book Kama Su-whatsitscalled. Yuki would love it! But that's not enough. Let's see… what else can I get him? Hmm…well I know Yuki likes strawberry shortcake…'

The truck that was accelerating at 88 meters/second2 uniformly, magically began to accelerate at 264 meters/second2 and hit the boy head on. 'Oh my Sakuma! I can cover myself in strawberry syrup and give myself to him! Then I can show him my 'flexibility.'

Content with his ingenious plan, Shuichi ran out the apartment to his best friend Hiro's house to tell him. He just could not wait!

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