Author's note – I'm writing this as someone who's not read many volumes of the manga so forgive any obvious mistakes.
Disclaimer – last I checked I wasn't a successful Japanese manga-ka so I'm pretty sure none of these characters are mine.
Sleep was good. Flopping face down onto the bed and burying his head into those soft cool pillows was very nice. Physical and mental enervation crept through Yuki and he was glad to succumb to temptation.
Shuichi hummed the song he was working on as he jived around the bathroom, getting ready for another hard day at the studio. He was working diligently on Bad Luck's new album and today he had a duet with Ryuuichi! He was so excited! He had to share this with someone and there was only one person in the flat with which to share such news.
'Yuuuukiiiiiiii!' He pelted through to Yuki's bedroom and pounced on the older man, absentmindedly straddling the lump under the covers and talking nineteen to the dozen about how great today was going to be. 'Nani?' The eyes widened yet further when the penny finally dropped that he was neither being insulted nor summarily shoved out of the room. 'Are you dead?' He asked weakly, horrific visions of a possible future flashing before his eyes.
Schuichi unearthed an ear beneath the duvet and gently tickled it, suddenly feeling none too comfortable with the fact he was touching a potential dead body. He screamed fit to creak glass. 'IT MOVED! DEAD YUKI IS MOVING!'
The intolerant writer sat up and treated the youth to a sleepy, but nonetheless venom-filled glare. 'What the Hell are you going on about you damn'….' The insulting demand was silenced by Shuichi's vice-like embrace driving the air from his lungs. The following kiss didn't do much to restore respiratory function either.
At last the brat was gone and Yuki took his tablets like a good little mental patient and returned to his one true passion. Sleep.