Nwha………….*stares* tis um, nearly 4am….eck o.o I need sleep been up since um, 8am I think. Ugh. Sleeeep. Err, I just wrote this, so eck, will show symptoms of lack o sleep. Sleep good ppl. Heed thy words.

Sleep is your friend.

Sleep loves you.

(shuichi/yuki)

Sleep Thy Friend.

I've been staring at the computer screen all night. Since seven, it's now 3:06am.

I've opened a new word document, start afresh editors say, make a new start. Something with zang and tang, hell, I'll give them zang—right up their assess the bloody hypocrites.

They really have no idea what sells, they just sit on their cheaply covered assess in their cheap suits and stare at their half rate stupid compacted not good enough for scrap computers.

Fuck it.

I twist in my chair, bashing the off button on the way. One day I'm going to ruin this computer, not shutting it down properly due to too many nights of writer's block. I don't really care if it dies on me though, all my work is backed up on disk and its not like I can't buy a new computer easily enough.

I grumble about something or other, I'm too much in drone mode to really realize exactly what I'm bitching about and walk out into the somewhat drafty hallway. Its summer and the pink haired thingy-mahbobby has been leaving windows and such open. Says he doesn't like the smell, I asked him what smell. He looked at me funny.

Stupid kid.

Though I'm not stupid, I knew what he meant. Its just I'm the smoker so I don't mind the smell. For some reason I have this internal bet going with myself, I believe that before pink boy is twenty five he will have picked up smoking and developed habits such as flicking bottles caps at people and drinking creaming soda just to feel younger.

I think I really need sleep.

Bah, I bypass such thoughts of rest and food and walk onto my dingy small balcony. Lighting up a smoke I blink as I realize I hadn't passed pink boy on my way out here.

Where the hell did pink boy get to?

Oh fuck.

Scare the shit out of me will ya?

Pink boy right in front of me, blinking almost cutely up at me, he lips open obviously going to screech some insanely loud question and I decide that I'm too fucking tired to take it.

Before one screechy syllable passes his kissable lips I slap my hand over his mouth.

And hear;

"mmmff mmf! Wemff!"

Huh?

I blink and ask him to speak clearer, I'm tired and can't hear him when half asleep when he is talking fast like he does a lot. My brain thoughts are starting to make no sense to my brain as I get sleepier.

"Mmmmdffff!!! Yahummmf! Grrui!"

I blink and ask him to speak more slower.

Oh.

Oops.

I remove my hand and he rubs his jaw, I'm really too fucking tired. Bloody hell. I light another smoke, and kind of glaze over while looking at his face. I hear a soft "Yuki?….oh lets get you to bed ne?"

I know he is babying me and in any other circumstance I would feel belittled but instead I nod and let him lead me to my room by my arm. He whispers good night and tells me not to work to hard and get sleep and dream peacefully.

He says he will make me breakfast in the morning.

I feel a deep fear in my gut twist at me, and I swear I heard my stomach screaming.

Oh well, look what I have to put up with pink boy, it's a damn well wonder that I love you.

Yes, it's a damn well wonder.

Goodnight.

Snore.

END.

Wai, sleeeeeep now. I whine to much.

I promise that oneday will get out decent fic, yesh.

Goodnight.

Taira.