Eiri Yuki, the famous romance novelist, was all alone. It was around midnight and Shuichi was still not home. Eiri stared down at his hand and remembered the fight they had had. If only he had keep his hands to himself. If only…
FLASH BACK
It was quiet. Peaceful. There was no noise in the house except the click-click of the computer keys. No noise meant no Shuichi. And no Shuichi meant Eiri was able to type without the arguments and squealing.
It was five o'clock and Eiri was so immersed in his book he didn't hear the click of the door or the giggles of the boy who was slowing making his way into the room with a silly smile plastered on his face.
When a high-pitched squeal broke the silence, Eiri whirled around in time to see a blur of colors sail right into his chest. With the boy bubbling over with laughter and with Eiri cursing the chair toppled over with a deafening crash.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Eiri growled as he lifted himself off the floor.
"I missed you Yuki. Did you miss me?" Shuichi asked in a voice as bright as his clothes.
"No. It was quiet until you got here." After lifting the chair, Eiri sat and started to continue his work.
"Yuki you shouldn't spend so much time on the computer. It is bad for your health." Shuichi said. Concern was written all over his face.
"My health is fine. Now go away." Eiri was losing his patience quickly today. Already he had to deal with his editor and sign loads of paperwork for one of his books. All he wanted now was to finish a few chapters, drink a beer, and have a little sex, then go to sleep. What he didn't want was Shuichi whining. But that was what he was about to get.
"Yuki why are you so mean?" Shuichi pouted, "Why can't you be a little nice to me when I am trying to be nice to you?" Eiri could see the small wells of tears in Shuichi's eyes. He was going to cry. Eiri quickly diverted his eyes. He couldn't stand to look at Shuichi when he cried. He ripped his heart out, though he would never admit it.
"Because I want to be mean." Eiri said in a gruff, I-don't-care kind of tone.
"Why won't you look at me for two seconds? Do you hate me that much?" Shuichi whispered. Then it happened. The tears started falling and Eiri could hear silent sobs. It had to stop. He couldn't stand it. Then without realizing what he was doing Eiri's hand shot out and hit Shuichi across the face. The look of horror that crossed his lovers face made Eiri immediately regret the action. He had never hit Shuichi before. Never.
Before he could say anything Shuichi was out of the room. Eiri just sat there and listened as Shuichi threw clothes in a bag and was out the door.
Now it was quiet again as Eiri stared into the air. Shuichi had left him….all alone.