Author's Note: UPDATED 8/21/03 Okay, so I was going through my older fics on my page and deleted the ones I no longer liked or had stopped working on. This one was full of fan-girl Engrish and a few typos, and just some other... suckage, if you will. But it was my first Gravi fic and I had an emotional attachment to it, so instead of deleting it I went through and fixed it. Reformatted it, too, not that anyone would really notice. Anwho, it's not nearly as embarrassing to have on my account now. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation.
Shuichi, that loveable J-pop star, woke up when he rolled out of
bed. Or rather, was shoved out of bed by a rather irate Yuki.
"Ow," he said from the floor, sitting up and rubbing
his back. "Yuuuukiiii, what was that for?"
"You were kicking me in your sleep. Again," the cold
author replied, stretching.
"Well, sorry! I can't help it! I was dreaming, all
right?"
"Hmph. I've got bruises all down my shins because of
you," the blond said pitilessly as he emerged from the
blankets to put on his silk bathrobe. He glowered out of the
corner of his eye at his young lover as he left the room.
Shuuichi pouted after him. When he heard the bathroom door close
and the shower taps turn on, he jumped to his feet.
"Yuki is so meeeaan!" he cried, knowing Yuki wouldn't
be able to hear. As he got dressed in a baggy tee-shirt and his
most comfy pair of shorts, he continued to pout. Yuki was such a
crab in the morning. Well, Yuki was a crab in general, but
mornings seemed to make it worse. Would it kill him to be even
just a ~little~ cheerful?
Still pouting a little because he was so good at it, Shuichi made
his way to the kitchen to forage for a little breakfast. As he
rummaged around in the cupboards, he spotted something. In the
farthest corner of the top cupboard was a dust-covered packet. He
sneezed when he grabbed it, the dust swirling around him. He lost
his footing on the countertop, and fell to the linoleum. He leapt
from the floor unphased, and brushed the remaining dust from the
packet. Maybe it was fossilized ramen, and he'd get paid millions
of yen by some museum -
"Super Lucky Extra-Caffeinated Good Morning
Coffee!!!!!" proclaimed the exuberant packaging in
over-the-top English. Shuichi stared at it blankly for a moment,
vaguely intimidated by the five exclamation points. Then an evil
idea came to him and he became very devious, in a cute,
Super-Deformed sort of way. He jumped onto the countertop and
found Yuki's coffeemaker. Just as he began to chuckle deviously,
his conscience appeared on his shoulder.
"Oh no. You couldn't be that mean, could you?" the
little Shu-Angel said, fluttering his wings. "Yuki wouldn't
be happy if he found out."
"That's true," Shuichi said, chastened, and was about
to put the packet back when his mischievous side appeared on his
other shoulder.
"But you really, really ~want~ to," said the
little Shu-Demon tempted. "It would mean that Yuki would be
cheerful for once. He might even ~like~ it! You're doing
him a ~favor~!"
"Yeah!" Shuichi agreed, nodding energetically. His
conscience was knocked off-balance in the process, and the tiny
being had to hang onto Shuichi's ear to keep from falling off.
Shu-Demon decided to take advantage of this and and flew on his
cute little bat-wings to Shu-Angel's shoulder. He grabbed the
conscience's halo and yanked it down so it pinned the angel's
arms and wings
"Shuichi! At least ~ask~ Yuki fir-!" cried
Shu-Angel desperately, but Shu-Demon clapped a hand over his
mouth to prevent him from finishing.
"Go ahead, partner. This'll be really fun!" Shu-Demon
urged, then vanished with Shu-Angel in tow.
Shuichi needed no further encouragement. He dumped the contents
of the packet unceremoniously into a filter, and placed it in the
coffeemaker. When Yuki came into the kitchen, rubbing his hair
with a towel and still clad only in his bathrobe, a nearly-full
pot of coffee was brewed and smelled delicious. Shuichi sat at
the table, wolfing down a bowl of corn-flakes with about a cup of
sugar added. He beamed innocently.
"Sorry for kicking you, Yuki," he said sweetly.
"See, I made coffee for you as an apology."
"Hm," said Yuki noncommitally, draping to towel on the
back of a chair. He got his his favorite mug out of the
dishwasher, turned off the coffeemaker, and poured himself a cup.
He was too busy watching Shuichi suspiciously to notice how thick
and black the coffee was. Shuichi looked on eagerly, which made
him doubly suspicious. There was something entirely too
interested in the teenager's face for Yuki's liking. The author
brought the cup to his lips and took a cautious sip. His face
turned red and he swallowed painfully. Then he bent over,
coughing fit to hack up a lung and dropping his mug in the
process. He knew his suspicion was well-founded when the coffee
refused to spill. He picked the mug up by the handle and held it
at arm's length by thumb and forefinger.
"What the ~hell~ did you do to my coffee?" he
sputtered, slightly SD with anger as he stared at his mug as if
the sludge would leap out and bite his nose off.
"Why? Don't you like it? I worked so hard to get just the
right ratio of coffee grounds to water! Oh, you hate it, don't
you?" babbled the pink-haired teenager, and he went on and
on. He looked at Yuki with big, round, indigo eyes, tears
brimming up and threatening to spill over the thick black lashes.
Yuki sighed. Much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't refuse
Shuichi's tearful pleading look. And, as disgusting as this
concoction was, he ~did~ need his morning coffee to
function. Steeling himself and knowing he'd probably die of
indigestion, he got a spatula and scraped some of the sludge into
his mouth. He worked it a bit, swallowed, then gasped for breath.
Resisting the urge to retch, he sat heavily in the chair opposite
his lover.
Shuichi's tearful look was replaced by one of adoration.
"You liked it?"
"Of course not, idiot. That was the most repulsive thing
I've ever eaten. I've never had to ~chew~ my coffee
before," he said, stealing Shuichi's spoon and taking a bite
of the sugared-up cereal to get the flavor out of his mouth.
"Then why did you eat it?" Shuichi asked, going chibi
and bouncing on the table. "Huh? Huh huh huh?"
Yuki nerve-throbbed and thwapped him on the head. "Knock
that off."
"Ow!" he said, falling onto the floor. He got up with a
hurt-puppy look. "Fine! If you're going to be like that, I'm
just going to leave for work."
Yuki followed his lover with his eyes as the slim boy exited the
apartment, and sighed again when he heard the door slam. That kid
really was a handful. He didn't know how he put up with him. Or
why he always was thinking about him. Or why he always felt...
peaceful around him...
Well, most of the time, anyway, he thought, smacking his lips at
the foul taste that still lingered in his mouth. He helped
himself to what was left of Shuichi's breakfast to remedy this,
though his teeth hurt from the sweetness of it, and then went
back to the bedroom to get dressed. He donned a pair of khakis
and a blue button-down shirt, finishing by placing his glasses on
his face. Yes, he looked very much the respectable author this
morning.
Now, to work. He shuffled over to his computer and sat down. With
his deadline hanging over his head, he needed to get a ~lot~ of
work done today. The novel was only on chapter twelve. He
grimaced as he lit a cigarette and then began to type.
Shuichi rubbed his head, which had a small lump where Yuki had
bopped him, and whined to himself.
"I can't believe the coffee didn't work! I was so sure it
would," he muttered as he jogged. "And now I've got a
headache, too! What a great way to start the morning."
His step slowed as he passed a drug store. He checked his shorts
and was pleased to find yen in them. He grinned, thankful that he
never cleaned out his pockets, and went into the store. He homed
in on the painkiller aisle quickly and perused the shelves. He
was daunted to see so many different kinds of aspirin, Tylenol,
Ibuprofen, Advil, and other more esoteric sounding
over-the-counter remedies. As he was trying to decide between two
bottles, his watch beeped.
"Huh?" he said, looking at the time. It was half-past
eight. His eyes widened in horror. He was late to work. Suguru
and Sakano-san would have fits. Not to mention K-san and his
guns.
He dropped one bottle, clutching the other tightly in his hand,
and buzzed by the clerk, throwing a few bills at her.
"Keep the change!" he shouted and ran out the door.
He arrived at the recording studio five minutes later, very
winded. He burst into the booth, startling Hiro and Suguru, who
were playing cards on the keyboard.
"La *pantpant* Li *wheeze* Ho!" he
caroled weakly, bending at the waist and putting his hands on his
knees as he tried to regain his breath.
"SHINDOU-KUN!" shrieked Sakano-san from behind the
glass, waving his arms. "Where have you BEEN?"
"I'm really terribly sorry!" Shuichi panted, standing
straight again to look at his manager. "I had to -uh, s-save
a - rabbit - "
He stopped in the middle of his excuse when he felt something
cold and hard pressed against his temple. He facefaulted and
glanced sidelong at the band's manager. K-san smiled wickedly and
nudged the gun a little harder against Shuichi's head.
"NO EXCUSES!" the blond American boomed in a moment of
Random English. He slipped back into Japanese to say,
"You've kept us waiting long enough. Now, you have a song to
sing, I believe."
K-san removed the 9mm and put it pack in his shoulder holster.
Shuuichi nearly fainted from relief. Suguru and Hiro put the
cards away and got in their positions while Shuichi wrestled the
painkiller bottle open and popped three pills into his mouth. He
swallowed quickly and put the bottle back in his pocket. He
smiled apologetically at his bandmates.
"Sorry guys. It won't happen again, I swear," he said.
Hiro quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing. Suguru looked
supremely skeptical.
"I'll believe that when I see it," the keyboardist
said.
"Meanie!" Shuichi declared with a masterful pout. It
was his best so far this morning. Everyone just rolled their
eyes.
"Let's take it from the top," Hiro said in a
businesslike way. "Fujisaki-kun, start us off."
Yuki noticed something bizarre going on at about nine o'clock. He
was typing a good deal faster than usual, which was made even
more odd because his long and graceful fingers now seemed to have
trouble reaching all the keys. At nine-fifteen, he decided that
165 words per minute would probably give him carpal tunnel
syndrome if he kept it up for any length of time. So, to save his
hands, he stopped and stretched, then hopped off his chair.
Frowning, he looked back at his chair. Something wasn't right
about his apartment. His brows knit together as he tried to think
of what it was that was bothering him, but then he forgot what he
was supposed to be thinking about. Frustrated with his suddenly
short attention span, he went out into the living room and turned
on the T.V. in the hopes that after a little comfortable
vegetation he'd be ready to spring back into action.
" - royal infant is a girl. And in other news - "
" - oh, Kenichi! Don't leave me for Keiko's sister-in-la -
"
" - you just slice the squid along the ventral side and
stuff the seaweed insi - "
"*BOOOOM!!*"
This last was accompanied by a bright strobing flash of pink
light. Yuki froze in his channel surfing, mesmerized. The light
faded to reveal a pink, rat-like, cutesy anime animal with a
lightning-shaped tail.
"Baimi!" it said, bouncing up and down in place with a
noise like "poing."
"I choose YOU, Baiminao!" a preteen boy declared as the
thing poinged onto his shoulder.
"Soot! Look out behind you!" cried a preteen girl.
Just before the new danger was revealed, the show cut to a
commercial. Yuki shook himself. He was not so mentally
degenerated that he would actually watch a kids' anime. He
continued flipping... and wound right back at the same channel
just in time to catch the program identification.
"And now back to Wallemon: Wallet Monsters!" declared
an announcer. {*}
"....ooooh...." murmured Yuki.
As the last strains of the song faded, Shuichi had to blink tears
back. Hiro's guitar and Suguru's synthesizer were so beautiful.
Cheering from behind the glass snapped him from his reverie. He
opened his eyes just in time to see his friends approaching
before they pounced on him.
"We did it!" Hiro exclaimed. "We finally finished
the track! That was terrific, Shuichi!"
"Sorry I doubted you, Shindou-kun," Suguru said.
"We might get to go home early today, if you keep up sining
like that!"
"...." said Shuichi, feeling reticent all of a sudden.
He shrugged off their grips and stalked out of the room,
unmindful of the shocked silence that he left in his wake.
"Hmph. What do they know?" he whispered to himself,
walking down the hall to the break room. He felt an inexplicable
sense of self-loathing and anger at... well, everything.
"Shuichi!" called Hiro, running after him. The band
leader didn't stop, but Hiro caught up with him and grabbed him
by the shoulder. "Shuuichi! What's the deal?"
Shuichi stopped suddenly. Hiro didn't, however, and careened into
the smaller boy. They fell to the ground in a tangle. Utterly
mortified and upset - instead of amused as he would have been any
other time - Shuichi hurriedly broke free and stood.
"What the ~hell~ do you think you're doing?!" he
shouted, then spun away, fuming at Hiro for being so rude and
nosy, and at the same time hating himself for being so cruel to
his friend. He finally made it to the break room, slammed the
door, and locked it.
Hiro sat up, rubbing his head and frowning in confusion.
"Um... what...?"
Suguru appeared by his side and offered a hand up. Gratefully,
Hiro took it.
"What's his problem today?" the dark-green-haired boy
asked as Hiro brushed himself off.
"I have no clue. He's never been like this before,"
Hiro replied. He gazed in consternation at the door. Did Yuki
have something to do with this change in personality? If so, a
certain blond bombshell would have a lot of explaining to do.
"Hiro-kun," Suguru began, drawing his attention away
from the door. The younger boy crouched on the floor and held a
plastic bottle in his hand. "Is this yours?"
"No. What is it?" Hiro asked, kneeling beside him.
"Painkillers."
"Let me see."
Obediently, Suguru handed the bottle over. Hiro examined it.
Nothing about it seemed extraordinary, until he read the warnings
label.
"Uh-oh..."
WARNING: This product contains ingredients that may cause
angst. Symptoms include antisocial behavior, brooding, mood
swings, and incomprehensible rants having to do with worthiness,
justice, love, war, death, and eternal souls. If any of these
symptoms appear, discontinue use immediately and ingest liberal
amounts of pocky. If symptoms persist, call your local Angst
Victim Rehabilitation Center.
"Gotta buy 'em all!" sang Yuki, now very chibified. He
grinned as he bounced around his apartment. The thought didn't
even cross his mind - most likely because ~no~ thoughts
were crossing his mind - that he was acting like a sugar-high
Shuichi. He was quite enjoying himself anyway. There was no way
he was going to write boring old romances ~now~. He was
going to be a Wallemon trainer!
Just then the phone rang. Yuki paused in his bouncing and peered
wide-eyed at his phone. He crept over to it, watching it
carefully. Just as he peeked his eyes up over the edge of the
table, it rang again. He jumped back with a startled yelp. Again
the phone shrilled, and finally Yuki mustered the courage to pick
it up.
"Hello~~!" he caroled into the receiver, fear
completely forgotten.
"Eh... um... is Yuki-san there?" a confused voice
stammered.
"This is!"
"Yuki-san?"
"Yes~~!"
"...Really?"
"Really!"
"Really really?"
"REALLY really~~!" Yuki declared forcefully, smiling
from ear to ear. "You're silly!"
Hiro sweatdropped and put a hand over the mouthpiece.
"What's wrong?" Suguru asked, noticing the tried
expression on his face.
"He's gone nuts. He sounds... hyper."
The keybordist blinked, trying to reconcile the word
"hyper" to what he knew of Yuki Eiri. A look of horror
fixed itself to his youthful face.
"Hello? Are you still there?" Yuki asked after the
phone had been silent for a while.
"Ah... Yuki-san, did Shuichi have any medication this
morning? Or last night?" the phone asked.
"Nope! He made me some coffee, though! Wasn't that so ~sweet~?"
Yuki asked, little hearts and Shu-chibis floating around his
head. Sparkles flickered into existence.
"...Yeah," the phone agreed. "You're sure he
didn't take your headache medication?"
"Of course I'm sure, idiot!" Yuki snapped in cute, SD
anger.
"Oh. Well. Er...thank you for your time, Yuki-san," the
phone said.
"You're welcome~~!" Yuki said and hung up the phone.
But instead of going back to watch more Wallemon, Yuki bounced
into the kitchen to check the time. He'd almost forgotten about
his Shuichi. Now that he thought about him, he ~really~
missed him. He pouted as he glanced at the clock. It was almost
noon, which meant Shuichi would be hungry.
"I know! I'll go visit him at work and take him on a picnic
in the park where we met! It'll be so romantic!" Yuki
decided aloud, and began to toss the contents of his refrigerator
into a picnic basket.
Seguchi Tohma noticed the crowd outside the break room door as he
was walking to his office. His fair eyebrows raised slightly and
he altered his course. People stepped aside for the president of
NG, and soon he was standing next to the walking anxiety attack
that was Sakano-san.
"Ne, what's up?" he asked casually.
"It's Shindou-kun. He's holed up in the break room and won't
- President!" Sakano broke off as he finally turned to look
at who he was talking to. Tohma grinned at him.
"What seems to be the trouble?" he asked.
"N-n-n-nothing... just - er - " Sakano groped for
something to say, his eyes beginning to water.
"Shindou-kun is having side-effects from these," K
said, having noticed the producer's dilemma. He handed Tohma the
bottle of pain-killers. The effeminate man read the label, a
serious expression forming.
"Who gave these to him?"
"We don't know. We do know that he is in there alone, with a
lot of sharp objects. Nakano-kun ~says~ Shindou-kun
wouldn't commit suicide, but - " K stopped as Shuichi's
voice rose from behind the door.
"-and I'm not ~worthy~ of all the fame and honor and
adoration! I am so utterly worthless, so devoid of any redeeming
characteristics. How can anyone care for me? I've failed you all!
I'm so sorry, everyone!" he shouted, then subsided.
"I see what you mean," Tohma said, frowning at the door
as Hiro and Suguru began debating through the barrier. He turned
to K. "Can't you shoot the lock off and go in?"
Remorsefully, K shook his head. "After the last time, you
ordered bulletproof doors, remember?"
"Oh. I'll have to get that changed, then," Tohma said.
"In the mean time, we'll just have to wait until this wears
off, I guess."
There was a tug at the fur trim of his jacket. He looked down and
facefaulted.
"Wait until what wears off?" demanded an upset SD Yuki.
He carried a huge picnic basket that overflowed with food.
"E-Eiri-san!" Tohma exclaimed. "What happened to
you?"
"Nothing. Now tell me what's going on," Yuki commanded
with an imperious pout as he stamped his little foot. "And
then tell me where Shuichi is so I can take him on our Romantic
Picnic For Two."
"Yuki! I'm sorry! I'm not worthy of your love!" Shuichi
shouted in anguish from inside the break room.
Yuki blinked, turning to look at the door in puzzlement.
"Shu-chan?"
"Er- Eiri-san - " Tohma began in warning, but didn't
get any farther. Even SD, Yuki's glare was powerful.
"Shuichi~~!!" he called, shoving shell-shocked Bad Luck
members aside. Hiro and Suguru both stared openly with mouths
agape. Undaunted, Yuki went on, "Wheeere aaaare
yooouuu~~?"
"Y-Yuki?" Shuichi responded hesitantly.
"Uh-huh!" Sparkle sparkle.
"What are ~you~ doing here?" Shuichi asked rudely.
"I brought you lunch! Wanna go to the park and eat it with
me?" Yuki offered, sparkling and grinning.
"Go home, idiot," came the cold response. "I'm
busy."
Yuki's big eyes filled with tears. "Shuichi?"
"Go away!"
"You're so meeeeaaaaannn!" Yuki cried, and dashed away
through the crowd, spilling a bunch of grapes and several
mini-muffins from his picnic basket.
After a moment of shocked silence, Suguru spoke up.
"You gotta see the irony here."
Everyone glared at him. He sweatdropped.
Shuichi stared out at the sunlit city, arms crossed broodingly
over his chest. Despair gnawed at his heart. Why had he been so
cruel and cold to Yuki? It wasn't fair of him to do so, after all
he'd begged and pleaded for Yuki's attention. What was wrong with
him today?
Maybe it all was catching up to him, all his fears and faults
surging through him at once. Perhaps they'd been blocked by the
joy of finally realizing his dream of becoming famous like
Ryuichi Sakuma, or maybe the elation of finding his lover. Now
that the shine of each had been dulled a bit, his anxieties
swelled up larger than ever before. He felt so vulnerable now.
So he pushed them away. Hiro, Yuki, Suguru, K, everyone. They
would only hurt him if he let them get too close. They would see
through him to what he was really like inside, just a scared
teenager with a microphone to hide behind. A scared teenager who
had no real talent like Suguru or Yuki and no brains like Hiro.
He was so utterly worthless. But if they didn't know him, they
couldn't learn to despise him for his weaknesses...
His thoughts continued in this vein for some time. Angsty
sparkles began to float around him as he continued his depressing
musings. He closed his eyes to he wouldn't get annoyed with them
and lose his train of thought.
Of course, as he did this, a window-washer's scaffold lowered in
front of the window. Yuki stopped it and pressed his face against
the glass to look inside. Then he grinned, shouting Shuichi's
name. Unfortunately, the window was soundproof, so it had no
effect. He rapped on the pane, but this too did not carry
through. Yuki's expression darkened and he tensed.
The next thing Shuichi knew, the glass was flying in and he was
being glomped around the neck by a ball of blond energy.
"SHUUUUIIIIIIICHIIIIIIII~~~!"
They fell to the floor, miraculously not landing on any glass
fragments. Yuki cuddled unashamedly up to Shuichi's dazed form as
the pink-haired boy tried valiantly to breathe.
"Come on, Shu-chan! Let's go to the park!" Yuki
exclaimed, hefting the unresisting boy out the window and onto
the scaffold. He pulled a lever on the control panel. They
dropped dangerously fast towards the ground. Shuichi had enough
presence of mind to cling madly to the railings as they
plummeted, facefaulting all the way down. Yuki, unperturbed
through the whole fall, leisurely reached over and braked. They
came to a screeching halt a few inches off the ground. Shuichi
stared, eyes wide as dinner plates.
Yuki, unaware that shock was setting in, pried his boyfriend from
the scaffold and picked up the monstrous basket of food. Then he
set off for the park, dragging the singer behind.
The locksmith arrived two hours after Shuichi had first locked
himself in. The burly technician examined the lock and made
"tsk" sounds under his breath. Tohma, K, Sakano-san,
Suguru, and Hiro all looked on impatiently.
"Yep," the man said slowly, adjusting his tool belt
decisively. "That thar is one locked door."
"Yes, we know," Tohma began, annoyance creeping into
his usually sooth tone. "Can you unlock it?"
"Weeellll, y'see, things like this take time. I need t' call
my boys down at the office an' see if we got the tools in stock,
and then I need t' see if we're kwally-fied fer this sort a work,
and then - " the man broke off with a sound like
"eep."
K grinned, pressing the 9mm harder into the man's huge beer-gut.
"If I were you, I'd open the door ~now~," K
advised.
The door was unlocked in five seconds.
"Thank you," Tohma said politely. "And don't
mention the gun in your bill, or I'll buy out your company and
fire you."
The locksmith nodded vigorously, then ran down the hall, skidding
as he went around the corner. The group watched him go, then
turned to face each other.
"Let me go in first," Hiro said to the other NG staff.
"I'm his best friend, after all."
"Okay, have at," K agreed, opening the door and waving
the red-haired youth in.
"Shuichi - ..." the guitarist stopped short at the
sight that greeted him. Broken window, no Shuichi.
"What is it, Nakano-kun?" Sakano-san asked worriedly,
pushing past K to get into the room. He stopped as well.
Unfortunately, this time it was Suguru, who'd followed him, who
continued forward. He ran into Sakano, who careened into Hiro.
They all lost their balance and fell to the floor in an ungainly
heap. Matters were then made worse because as the band members
tried to get up, Sakano went into whirlwind mode, taking Suguru
and Hiro with him.
"WAAAAAAAAAHHHH!! SHIIIINDOOOUUUU-KUUUUUN!!"
The blonds watched more calmly from the doorway.
"He didn't jump," Tohma observed. "All the glass
is inside the room. The window was broken from outside."
"True. Also, if Shindou-kun had jumped, someone would have
notified us that his mangled body was lying on the pavement
outside," K said, paused, then burst into laughter. Tohma
sweatdropped.
"Still, it doesn't explain where Shindou-san went," the
president said.
"Oh? Where's Yuki, then?" K asked, his mirth
transformed instantly into smug knowing.
"Ah, yes. Eiri-san," Tohma said, mostly to himself.
"I'd forgotten."
"Shuichi, have some more pocky! It's your favorite!"
Yuki urged, still SD but becoming more human again. He was nearly
back to his normal height, if not his normal disposition.
"No, I'm full," Shuichi said politely, and refrained
from adding 'idiot' to the end of his sentence. "You eat
it."
"Okay!" Yuki agreed readily, snarfing the last sticks
of pocky. Then he kicked the now-empty basket off the blanket and
flopped down on his back, arms behind his head. He smiled
dreamily in the afternoon sunlight. Shuichi watched him with
narrowed eyes.
"So cute," he murmured, too low for Yuki to hear. He
reached out and brushed Yuki's bangs away from his face, his
fingertips lingering on the blond man's cheek.
"Shuichi?" Yuki asked, blinking innocently.
"Shut up," the pink-haired boy commanded, then leaned
over and gave Yuki a firm kiss.
When they broke apart, Yuki "hmm"ed happily and Shuichi
laid down beside him. They edged closer to one another, arms
wrapping around waists.
"Why do you put up with me?" Shuichi asked.
"'Cos I love you," Yuki said simply, then chuckled -
not giggled - and added, "Idiot."
For the first time since he'd taken the painkillers that morning,
Shuuichi smiled. And giggled.
END
{*} - Okay, in case no one caught on, this is a blatant mockery
of Pokemon. I loathe that show almost as much as I loathe *Nsync.
Baiminao sounds like "Buy me now!" And instead of Ash,
his name is Soot. Get it? I don't think I even need to explain
the Wallemon thing. If you don't get that on your own, I can't
help you.
