The Lost Years

A/N: Yes, this is it!! The moment all the people who read long lost have been waiting for. It is the lost years, a chronicle of the, what, 2, 3? years that Yuki and Shuichi spent together during long lost. It's not a storyline, because I don't have it in me, but a collection of drabbles that I will write. I want to write about 30, and I want anyone who stumbles upon this story to read long lost, which contains 3 drabbles as well as a proper storyline that this takes off from.

My first drabble for the collection is after the wedding, but before sick, and those of you who have read long lost should know what I'm talking about. And now, onto the formalities:

Disclaimer: NOT MINE, so go sue someone else.

Warnings: M-preg(of course), lots of swearing(Yuki's POV) Only T!! YaY!!

Drabble 1: I hate her.

YUKI'S P.O.V.

I fucking hate kids. Y'know, I'd never realised it... Until I started living with one. I swear it, that little bitch is the bane of my existence. I said that to Shuichi the other day. Worst mistake in my goddam life. Not only did he yell at me for it, oh no, he's also refusing sex for two weeks! The little bugger! And just so I don't do anything to him, he's sleeping in HER room every night. AND they lock the door.

Shuichi also says I'm not allowed to refer to her using feminine pronouns, or he'll castrate me. Owww... I don't see why I should use her name, but Shuichi says it's obvious. She's my daughter.

Damn her and her chromosomes. Why do half of them have to be identical to mine? I still think he got it wrong. She's nothing like me. Not at all. Sometimes, I wish she'd go and shoot herself. I'd be happier if she did. But Shuichi wouldn't be. He'd probably abstain from sex for life. I can't begin to think how horrible that'd be.

He simply grovels at that bitch's feet. Forget mine. He's got someone new to worship, and I don't even exist anymore. Except when I say something bad about her. No, then I'm very, very real, and in very, very deep shit. I bet he's some kind of incestual pedophile, and that's the reason why he ignores me... he's getting it somewhere else.

Urgh... gross thought. Anyway, back to the point. It's not a good idea to bitch about the limpet, so I'll stop. But really... she is a limpet. No matter what I do, I can't get rid of her. She's worse than Shuichi.

Oh god, here she comes. The friggin' mollusc has come to attach itself again.

"Bugger off, cretin." I growl at her, scowling with all of my heart. "I'm trying to write a novel."

"If you keep on calling me names, FATHER, I'll tell papa again." She smiles sweetly at me, but I can see behind those pretty purple eyes, and that perfect blonde hair. She's plotting something, and she will have her way, no matter what I do. Sometimes I wish she weren't my daughter, just because she might not be so smart if she wasn't.

"You won't tell Shuichi anything, HIKARI."

"Good boy." God, I hate it when she says that. "Anyway, I was wondering if you were going anywhere tomorrow."

"No, I'm not, because I'll still be writing this book. In fact, if you don't leave right now, I won't be fucking finished until the year three thousand and twenty." Heh heh... Take that one, you primpy little scallop.

"Manners, Father." She moves forwards, sitting on my desk, between me and my computer. "So, I was wondering if you could take me to Harajuku tomorrow, because Daddy's so busy with recording and all." Ahah! I knew she wanted something. The spoilt little crab.

"No, I CANNOT take you to Harajuku tomorrow." I continue to glare at her, trying to show how much I hate her with the one look. She doesn't pick it up. Or, if she does, she ignores it. Still, I wonder which technique she will try next, groveling, or blackmail.

"But, Daddyyyy..." Oh god, not the effing whine. "I haven't been there in sooo long, and you haven't taken me anywhere since we came back to Japan..." She's lying, of course. I've taken her to Yokohama, Mt. Fuji, the giant Buddha, thousands of shinto shrines around Tokyo, Tokyo Disneyland, Kobe, Osaka, Nagoya, and she forced me into taking her to Kyoto to see her grandparents, when she knew perfectly well I don't like seeing them.

"Go ask uncle Tatsuha to take you." I am NOT giving in to her this time. I will not give in to the cute look she makes with her beautiful eyes, and I will not give in to the way she smiles so charmingly at me. "I'm too busy."

"But Daddyyyy... Uncle Tatsuha is in Hokkaido performing a memorial service and won't be back until Monday, and I need to go tomorrooow." She's fluttering her eyelashes prettily at me, pouting now, doing everything she can to make me fall in love with her. Still, I resist her, the evil little clam.

"No. I will NOT go with you. Leave me alone." She's figured begging isn't going to work. So, she changes tactics quick as lightning.

"Fine then." She stands huffily. "I'm just going to go tell Dad that you called me a cretin and used bad words. I'll see you later." She starts to strut out of the room.

"Okay, okay, fine, I'll take you to Harajuku tomorrow. Just don't tell Shuichi what I said." That would definitely make him abstain for life.

I cover my ears as she shrieks loudly, jumping on me and hugging me ferociously. When she stands up, she grins mischievously at me, then skips happily out of the room. As she disappears through the doorway, I smile in spite of myself. Well, maybe having a kid isn't that bad, when they can plot and get their own way like that. I wouldn't mind giving in for the rest of my life, if only to see that grin. The little mischievous one that I love, not only on her, but on the man who gave it to her.

A/N. One last thing. On my last story, I had a stalker named Zero Cool. If that person finds this story and reads it, I have something to say to them:

Stop reviewing my stories. You're a waste of review space. I'm trying to write fanfiction, not hold a war for art.(That's what I do in the rest of my time.) And just because you were wondering. I didn't answer your reviews because the story was over, idiot! I didn't have anything else to write. Why would I be scared of you? To me, all you are is pixels. Black pixels on an empty computer screen. You're not that frightening.