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Author's Note: This is my first Gravitation fic, so please be kind. I have the hardest time coming up with suitable titles, but considering what happens in this story, this title came to mind and wouldn't go away. Therefore, I humbly submit to you…

If it Ain't Broke

By Xedra

Part 1

Shuichi gingerly touched the bump on his head as he ate his cereal. Rolling out of bed head-first was not the best way to wake up in the morning. Yuki was really nice about letting him sleep in his bed most days, sometimes granting a cuddle now and then when his writing was going particularly well, but Shuichi had been so tired when he finally returned from the studio last night he'd fallen asleep while working on a new song.

K-san had become more trigger-happy than usual lately, keeping the band late at the studio almost every night and demanding more songs from Shuichi. The American was so determined that Bad Luck not fall victim to the Sophomore Jinx that he was working them to the point of exhaustion. Shuichi had barely gotten any lyrics written down before he was sacked out and snoring.

The singer rubbed his bleary eyes and slurped down the remaining milk in his bowl. K-san expected him at the studio early and Yuki had a big book signing today, so they were both short on time this morning. Yuki was in the shower, so Shuichi decided to surprise his lover by making his coffee for him. Since Yuki liked it black, it was a simple thing for Shuichi to prepare and when it was ready he carefully carried the hot mug to the bathroom door and waited. The tune to his new song played in his head and made him smile, eager to play it for Fujisaki later so the young keyboardist could work his magic on the arrangement.

Shuichi sighed. Anything to keep the kid occupied and off his back for a while. He couldn't help it if thinking about Yuki distracted him from his music sometimes. Well, a lot of the time. Okay, okay, most of the time. Yuki and Music were two passions in his life that he could not keep separate, because they fueled each other. His relationship with Yuki, the highs and lows of it, inspired the songs he wrote and singing them, being able to pour all of himself into the words, to express the love, the frustration, the sadness, the joy, the big everything that he felt for Yuki, only served to strengthen the bond he felt with his lover. But Fujisaki couldn't seem to understand that. Shuichi sighed again. Fujisaki was way too young to be so uptight. The boy practically lived at the studio and probably slept with his keyboard. Shuichi smirked. He and Hiro really needed to find the Old Fart a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. Whatever.

His fingers tapped the tune against the mug as he listened to the shower spray and Yuki's movements under it. He smiled and allowed his mind's eye to see the water sluicing over his lover's body, remembered how wonderful it felt to slide against that slick skin, to grip fistfuls of wet blonde hair and pull it toward him for a hot, deep kiss under the spray, doing more to fog up glass stall than the temperature of the water.

With his mind occupied by lustful thoughts, he didn't notice the sound of the shower cutting off or Yuki opening the door. Yuki, with one towel around his hips and a smaller one drying his wet hair, certainly didn't expect anyone to be standing right outside the bathroom door, so the collision was imminent. Steaming hot coffee spilled over Shuichi's hands and Yuki's legs and the mug shattered on the hardwood floor. Yuki hissed painfully, swearing roundly at Shuichi. What the hell was he thinking standing there like that? Shuichi ignored his burning hands and grabbed the small, wet towel Yuki had dropped. He dropped to his knees amongst the ceramic shards and tried to wipe at the older man's legs, apologizing over and over, but Yuki growled and kicked the boy off of him. Shuichi scrambled to his feet and had the bathroom door slammed in his face. He flinched as Yuki blistered the air with more swearing and water blasted from the sink.

Shuichi stepped back and almost slipped on a ceramic shard. He sighed and knelt back down to clean up the mess he caused. Tossing out the stained towel along with the broken pieces of Yuki's mug... Uh Oh... Yuki's favorite mug... the mug Yuki always used during the last critical chapters of every book he ever wrote... the mug he'd been warned repeatedly to never touch... Shuichi fell back against the nearest wall and banged his head on it. Right on the bump he'd gotten earlier. He hissed and clamped both hands over the back of his head, cursing himself thoroughly.

Shuichi heard the bedroom door slam. Yuki was always a grouch when he first woke up, and having the coffee that helped to bring around his human side poured on him instead in him made Shuichi was very hesitant to go anywhere near him. He was tempted to just skip out and run to the studio in his old, rumpled clothes, but his notebook with his new lyrics was in that bedroom and K-san would shoot him if he came to work without them. K-san would shoot him if he showed up late, too, so he really couldn't wait for Yuki to finish dressing. He took a deep breath, turned the knob and poked his head in.

Yuki stood barefoot in his dark suit pants, buttoning up a red silk shirt. His reflection in the mirror glared at Shuichi as he reached for a tie. Shuichi gulped and slipped quietly into the room toward the far side of the bed where his notebook had been kicked to the floor during the night. He bent to pick it up. He watched the novelist's long, elegant fingers jerk the tie into knot and sighed.

"Yuki, I'm sor--"

"Save it, Brat. I don't have time for this. Mizuki bitched so much to get me to agree to this damn signing, the last thing I need is for her to bitch at me for being late, too."

Shuichi hung his head and sighed, berating himself silently for souring his lover's mood. He mumbled a "see you later" and shuffled back out of the bedroom. He eyed the trash can in the kitchen and winced. Yuki would hit the roof when he found out about his mug. Well, no, Shuichi frowned. Yuki wasn't one for big, heated displays of emotion. No, with Yuki it would be pure ice. Shuichi knew he'd get nothing but freezing looks and cold silence until his lover decided to forgive him.

Unless he could keep Yuki from finding out. Surely he hadn't noticed which mug Shuichi was holding since he was busy being scalded. Shuichi bit at his bottom lip for a moment before he snapped his fingers, his eyes gleaming with an idea. He zipped over to the trash can and carefully lifted the wet, coffee-stained towel out. The ceramic fragments were bundled inside, so he clutched it in his fist and took it with him as he left.

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A/N: Well, I hope that was interesting enough to make you want to read more. Like I said at the beginning, this is my first Gravi fic, so I'll try not to make the characters terribly OOC.

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