Broken ankles and hospital antics
Disclaimer: I don't own gravitation or any of the characters (sadly)
My first Shuichi/Yuki fic be kind please R&R constructive criticism is ok but no flames please if you don't like Yaoi or Lemon stop reading now it is rated R after all. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Baka
Shuichi needed pokey and now. He had searched the kitchen cupboards in a frenzy knocking down 3 packets of instant noddles and to tins in the process. Not to mention the large jar of instant coffee that smashed sending powder cascading over the tiles. Shuichi gulped Yuki would be so angry with him. He jumped down from the bench which he had been kneeling on and ran out the door. Shuichi knew there was a vending machine that sold pokey just outside Yuki's apartment .he found it deposited the correct amount of money and waited for his strawberry treat to arrive.
"Baka Shuichi" Yuki yelled his tawny eyes surveying his kitchen. His precious coffee was now undrinkable and Shuichi had run off somewhere. Yuki shook his head, he knew it had been a bad idea to let Shuichi live with him. He did love him though even if he didn't say it.
Shuichi glared at thew machine it had just about released the pokey when it jammed
"You stupid machine" Shuichi howled "now I'll never get my pokey".
Shuichi raised one foot and kicked it.
Yuki heard the scream from his bedroom where he was getting dressed.
"What the fuck" he said before dropping his shirt and jogging towards the scream. When he arrived Shuichi was crying so loudly he had to yell.
"Shuichi what the hell is wrong" Shuichi opened his blue, tear-filled eyes
"Yuki my ankle it huts"
Yuki bent down.
"Can you move your foot?"
"No"
"Then it's broken"
Shuichi's mouth opened and his lips began to tremble.
"Baka Shuichi" Yuki muttered before carrying him down to his car and took him to hospital.
Shuichi was placed in a ward and his foot was put in a cast. . The next day Yuki spent the time typing on his laptop next to the bed in which Shuichi lay. Shuichi however pent the day watching many of his vast amounts of favourite soaps, occasionally whining about his ankle or his boredom. The whining only lasted for a few minutes during ad brakes so Yuki either chose to ignore them or mutter shut up.
Later that night just after Shuichi's favourite reality TV show had ended a 1-hour documentary started on the rise and fame of Pablo Picasso (much to Yuki's dismay).
Not even 30 second after it started Shuichi cried out "Yuki I'm bored"
"Look Shuichi if you shut up for 10 minutes I'll go and get you 2 packets of pokey ok"
" Ok Yuki".
To Yuki's amazement the room the room became so quiet that the ticking clock on the other side of the room sounded as loud as the hyperactive pink-haired singer himself!
(And that was saying something). Yuki glanced up to see Shuichi staring eagerly at his digital watch. 10 minutes passed in silence but as soon as it was up Shuichi cried
"Yuki please go get my pokey"
"Patience baka"
"Yukiiiiiiiiiiiiii"
Alright I'm going," he grumbled.
It was only a short walk to the vending machine but Yuki took slow strides savouring the few moments of peace. When he got back to the room he chucked the pink pokey boxes onto Shuichi's bed. He squealed in delight and tore open the packets. Yuki sat down and continued to type while Shuichi happily munched away.
5 minutes later Shuichi finished his pokey and immediately said
"Now what Yuki"
"Well maybe if you hadn't eaten it so damn fast you wouldn't be asking me that"
"But Yukiiiiii…"
"Shut up"
Silence filled the room once more and Yuki continued writing
"Yuki"
"What" he yelled slamming down his laptop screen
"Can we go for a walk"?
Yuki sighed, "Fine go get your crutches.