Yuki hadn't really noticed before, but he really missed that brat of his. Of course he was the main reason Shuichi left (who was he kidding, he was the only reason his lover left), but he still missed him. Shuichi was the only person to make his day…well…tolerable, in a way.
The blonde haired man sat at his computer desk, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. He had just finished his latest book a few weeks ago, so he didn't need to start on one for at lest 2 months, so there was not sense in doing anything right now. Besides, he had sore eyes that were blood shot, and a tired body that felt like it wouldn't function for more then a half an hour. Hey, writers need there breaks too.
He hadn't felt right with himself sense he kicked his small lover out (he never really did any other time), but with this, he just needed some time to himself to figure everything out. Shuichi didn't deserve that, but Yuki didn't deserve what he had gotten late that day either.
Flashback
Yuki answered the phone trying to seem like he was busy, he had cheeked his collar ID before he picked up the phone. He really didn't feel like talking to his over protective sister.
"Yes what is it?"
Yuki said in an agitated voice. He didn't like fooling around, especially when he had nothing to do to pass the time. The last thing he ever wanted was to talk on the phone, lest with a family member.
"Yuki, I-I'm afraid I have some bad news, are you sitting down?"
His sister said in what sounded like a frightened voice, she sounded like a child who thought the boogie man was after her.
Yuki rolled his eyes. "Mika I really don't feel like doing this to-"
"Our father is dead"
Mika interrupted him in mid sentence.
Yuki laid back in his chair, feeling a bit in a daze. "What did you just say?"
Mika didn't answer, the other line was silent. The blonde suddenly jumped from his chair and hung up the phone. The room looked dizzy, his head felt heavy, it felt like nothing was functioning the way it should. He could even feel tears rolling down his face and onto the hard wood floor.
He walked toward the door, he need to do something, anything to make himself feel better, to just give him some relief.
End of flashback
The only thing Yuki could think of that could give him any relief was to yell at Shuichi. He didn't think he would go so far as to kick Shuichi out, but it just short of happened. The writer didn't know exactly what he had did, but he found it odd that his pink haired brat didn't come barging through his study door and demanding what was going on. Why hadn't he done that, why didn't he demand an answer?
The blonde messaged his temples and closed his eyes, trying to center himself, to try to be in control. But that's what scared him the most, not being in control. It felt like not breathing to him.
His father was dead, and there was nothing he could do about it.