Yuki glanced at his slumbering companion and shook his head. Shuichi . . . snored. Like a locomotive. And he drooled. Yuki often woke up to wet pillows and a wet shoulder because of Shuichi's drooling.
It was annoying, to say the least, but it was also something that Yuki had grown accustomed to. Shuichi, if anything, was . . . passionate. Even after a night of rocking a sold-out concert, his young lover still had it in him to make love.
As he gazed at Shuichi, a rare yet warm smile crept onto Yuki's face and he leaned over the young singer, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of his face.
There were so many things in his life that he could change, that he probably should have changed, but he wasn't about to. Shuichi was one. So many doors had opened up for him, and for Shuichi. He liked it. He liked having the freedom that had been afforded to him. Shuichi had been his liberation.
Because of his newfound liberation, Yuki found his writing going in various different directions. He still wrote romance novels, naturally. He was good at them. The romance novels, though, weren't the only ones calling to him. Unbeknownst to his lover, Yuki had begun three other novels, on top of his current romance novel, and had written a few songs. Not that he'd share them just yet with Shuichi but they were there.
'Everything in good time,' he told himself, reluctantly pulling himself away from Shuichi and heading to his office. K would be there within the next hour or so to pick Shuichi up and take him to the recording studio. The agenda for the day, according to Shuichi, was to decide the band's next course of action. They were going to take some time off from the music business. Not too much time but enough to help them recharge their energy. After that . . .
'After that, anything goes.'