"YUUUUUUUUUKIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" Shuichi Shindou sang after kicking down the door to the lavish and HUGE apartment and enthusiastically jumps on his lover, the award winning author, Eiri Yuki, who had been reading over his latest manuscript. Yuki was used to the unrestrained physical affection the young rock star constantly visits upon him, so with a sigh, he smiles and takes a drink of coffee, his hand patting the hot pink headed boy lovingly. His golden eyes watching his young lover with loving amusement, Shuichi was only gone for at least a half an hour and yet, here he was acting as if it had been years since they last saw each other.
"I love you! Let's have a baby together~!" Yuki did a spit take and looked down at the lead singer wondering if he heard that right –Shuichi was looking up at him like the hyperactive and excited puppy he often resembled—yep, he definitely heard that right.
"Okay, what drugs are you on and who should I kill for giving them to you?" The blonde author replied blandly, "It was your crazy, sniper-happy manager, K, wasn't it?" He looked down at Shuichi once more and found him pouting and whimpering like a kicked puppy—Drat. Here come the water works.
"WAAAAAAAAH! YUKI YOU'RE SO MEAN! YA BIG MEANIE!' The young singer wailed, pounding his fists on the blonde's chest, "HIRO BROUGHT HIS AND AYAKA'S BABY TO WORK AND HE WAS REALLY CUTE AND THEY WERE REALLY HAPPY SO I THOUGHT WE COULD ADOPT A BABY OURSELVES AND THEN WE COULD HAVE A CUTE LITTLE BABY OF OUR OWN TO LOVE AND CHERISH AND CUDDLE! " Yuki groaned, this was just SO Shuichi, but his father has been getting on his back to raise an heir lately, so a baby might not be so bad… but will the two of them, as homosexuals, even be allowed to adopt? (Maki Murakami, 1996)