Chapter 3
Yuki lay on his side facing the couch as he tried not to let his anger get a hold of him. He had been sleeping, well dozing seeing as he heard everything. He forced himself to be still when he heard the door click as it unlocked and shifted slightly. No doubt Shuichi was watching to see if was awake, but seriously, who could sleep when all you hear is crashing and banging? He thought. He heard the door shut and then lock again. Yuki sighed. He was seriously wondering what was going through his head when he said yes. " Oh well, I guess I'll live." He muttered and returned to his light slumber.
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Shuichi sighed with relief. He was sure that Yuki had woken up. He was already scared about the mess in here. He looked about the kitchen again. Flour still coated the place. At least he mixed everything right... he hoped. He set the alarm for the oven and placed the contents inside and shut the door...
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Yuki had had enough of waiting. He realized that, after half an hour of laying there, that he wouldn't be sleeping anymore. He pushed himself up from the couch and sat up. He rubbed his head as he glanced, rather grudgingly, at the kitchen door. Surely he would've been done by now. He stood up, but plopped back down as his legs buckled. " Ouch, dammit, what the--" His legs were asleep. " Shuichi," He called," Shuichi, can you hear me.? Answer me!" Nothing came. A tick started in his jaw. That is what you get for letting him in there, you moron! " Shut Up!" He yelled at himself. It was then he realized something. It was too quiet. Something wasn't right.
He stood up suddenly and nearly fell. " Shuichi!!, " He stumbled towards the door. The smell of burning started to fill the air. Shit. Yuki had only one thought. What happend to Shuichi? " Shuichi!! Open the door!!! SHUICHI!!!!!"
To Be Continued