Ficlet!Ice Cream
By Shyro Foxfeather
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Eiri Yuki knew that letting Shuichi go out to ice cream with Ryuichi was a bad idea. He had realized his careless mistake when the air turned steely and cold as the two lead singers left his sight. It was almost instantaneous as his body shuddered from the bitter air in Shuichi's absence as his pink haired baka went to indulge himself with the cold confectionary.
A foreboding feeling was thick in the air like an invisible fog of trouble.
All in all, this meant that he had gotten little to no writing done, of course. This irked him so.
And when the two hyperfied balls of genki energy arrived back at his place he realized why the air—along with kami-sama albeit that all that was in Tatsuha's area of expertise (so to say)—had warned him so.
Pink ice cream was a fashion don't for clothes and carpets…
Eiri Yuki then made a vow.
If he ever had children—he didn't know exactly how that would work as he was with Shuichi and all but the point remains—he would have Tatsuha Uesegi shoot him. Or maybe Tohma…or Mika.
Who ever was willing.
Shuichi, however, was not his child and not related to him in any manner. Which was good and made a world of difference between his Shu-chan and young children.
…Maybe, because Shuichi had glomped him—getting him rather sticky in the process—and was now licking the ice cream off the blond novelist. And that wouldn't be as appealing were he his son…
And Ryuichi was giggling in background.
Oh well.
He'd just have to be forcefully removed from the premisis…Very, very soon.
…Owari…
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Disclaimer: Gravitation isn't mine…but, one day it will be! -Evil Cackle-
I was bored and I like Gravitation so…why not?
Stalker (Jumps From The Shadows): Almighty Shippou-chan!
Shyro (Jumps Onto Chair): Ack! How'd you get in here! Back, back, vile creature!
…He he. This person really exists too…