Shuichi and the Rubber Band- One Shot
Shuichi lay on the bed next to Yuki's little computer desk where Yuki was currently typing away on his Laptop. He's been typing non-stop since the morning!
Unfortunately, Shuichi didn't keep track of the time. He would've rubbed it in Yuki's face, showing how long he's been on that cursed computer. Shuichi sighed; he looked around the boring and bland room. He turned to Yuki's direction.
"Yuki… I'm… bored… Aaah…" He screamed in the end in a little falsetto voice. Shuichi stretched his legs up and stares at his feet and the ceiling.
Yuki re-adjusted his silver rimmed glasses, then looked over to Shuichi's direction, "Remember when I had said I'd let you stay here while I was busy? Be glad that I didn't kick you out, you damn brat." Shuichi smirked a little at his affectionate nickname.
Yuki turned back to his laptop.
"Damnit! Now I lost track…" He yelled to no one in particular. Shuichi giggled a little, luckily Yuki didn't hear it.
Shuichi looked over at Yuki's desk; it's full of burnt cigarette butts, ash, wrinkled paper, and a black ballpoint pen. But what Shuichi noticed had caught his attention, "A rubber band!" Shuichi squealed.
Yuki's shoulders shook up and he ended up typing mixed up letters in his eleventh paragraph. Yuki turned around immediately, his blonde hair swaying with his sudden movement.
What? Look, I'm trying to concentrate! So, will you shut up?" Yuki yelled. His voice became deeper in anger.
Shuichi "eeped!" and grabbed the rubber band from the desk before going back to the bed. Once he jumped, the blankets flew up at the movement and flew back down on to him.
Yuki sure is scary when interrupted… Yeesh. Shuichi furrowed an eyebrow in relief.
He stretched the rubber band around his thumb and index finger.
No… That's the wrong way… He wrapped the rubber band around his right thumb and his left index finger. He brought the thumb outward and his index finger backward.
Who or what should I aim for…? Shuichi smirked. Since Yuki is the only one in the room, what else would he hit? Shuichi got up to sit and turned to aim at Yuki. Ready… He brought his thumb outwards some more. Set… …Go!
"Daaa—h!" the yelling can be heard throughout the whole apartment complex.
A painful looking red mark can be seen on Yuki's forehead. A vein appeared on Yuki's head, "Why… you… little…-!" he started, as he got up and sauntered over to Shuichi.
"Yu-Yuki, I- I can explain…" Yuki was already coming closer to Shuichi. "It's just that—I was bored and—I-I-!" "Silence, you moron!" Yuki replied quickly. Shuichi mentally hid under a shell.
"You… You've interrupted me, from my work!" Yuki's put his hands onto the bed's blanket and leaned closer to Shuichi. Shuichi backed up to the wall as Yuki leaned even closer, invading Shuichi's personal space. "And now… I'm gonna get back. At. You." Yuki said slowly.
And the next thing that happens is Yuki pushes Shuichi onto his back and runs his hand under Shuichi's shirt.
"Aaaaaaaah-! Yukiiiiii-!" A screamed can be heard from the room, rustling and weird banging sounds.
Yuki shut Shuichi up by kissing him. He bit Shuichi's lower lip; Shuichi gasped and soon felt a warm tongue in his mouth. As their lips separated, a smack sound was heard.
They both gasped for air, "Haah… haah…" Shuichi breathed.
I should do this more often…