Shuichi training
Shuichi took several steps back as Yuki slammed the apartment door loudly, kicking off his shoes violently before turning to face said quivering lover.
"Are you incapable of setting one foot outside this door without immediately destroying something?" He hissed, taking off his glasses so he was able to pinch the bridge of his nose without interference, counting to one hundred in his head.
Shuichi wisely ducked behind the black leather sofa and stared up at the frustrated novelist with big, round eyes.
"B-but Yuki, I just wanted to look at the television. I didn't intend to --."
"—Push it backwards onto the floor just because you attempted to glomp it when you saw an add for strawberry pocky?" Yuki growled loudly, his hands shaking with anger as he pushed a cigarette between his lips, fumbling for a lighter.
Shuichi debated staying silent – which probably would have been smarter – but instead whispered tearfully, "but, you won't let me have any pocky. It was just a reflex action."
Yuki glared at Shuichi with such intensity it was a wonder the younger boy hadn't melted.
"That television cost me two thousand dollars. Actually, that television cost YOU two thousand dollars." He snapped his anger mounting as his lighter flickered and died. Cursing, he tore the smoke from his lips and threw it at Shuichi, hitting him squarely in the forehead, causing him to flinch back in surprise.
"I'm going out to get another lighter. If you set one foot out of this house I swear I'll kill you." Yuki snapped, all but ripping the door off its hinges as he stormed out of the department.
"YUKI WAIT!" Shuichi called as the door snapped shut. His gaze flickered to the small table beside the door, on which rested a perfectly fine lighter. Sometime's he had to wonder who was the idiot in the relationship.
***
Damned brat, this is exactly why I never take him anywhere. Always does something stupid, just can't control himself, can he?
Yuki was trying without success to calm himself down as he walked through the crowded streets, tearing the plastic wrapping if a five pack of lighters, which was all the first store he'd entered sold, and being to desperate for a smoke he'd brought it.
Finally managed to tear the plastic off he tossed the remaining lighters into a nearby bin, sticking a cigarette firmly between his lips.
"God DAMN it!" a person walking past him filched away and Yuki reminded himself that he needed to calm down. He tossed his new lighter which did not work on to the ground and stormed away.
He was just passing a pet shop when something in the display window caught his eye. He paused and looked at it.
That was it. This would solve his Shuichi + Public places = Disaster problem.
Tugging his wallet from his pocket he strode in to buy it.
***
The small bell above the grocery stores door jingled as the couple walked in, Yuki with a superior smirk and Shuichi hunched over looking very forlorn.
Without halting Yuki walked over to the nearest isle, snatching an appalling red basket as he did so. Shuichi had no choice but to follow obediently or risk suffocation.
The people around them stared and whispered, giggling behind their hands. Yuki could not have cared less. He was incredibly happy with his new dog leash which was fitted tightly around his little baka's throat.
