Hello All! I am so sorry that it took me so long to update. And to top it all off, this chapter is absolutely miniscule……… not even half the length of my usual chapters. I'm so sorry for this, really I am. I'm not going to give up on this fic, and I'll continue to try to update as soon as I can! I was sick today and didn't go to school, so that was why I was able to write this, but that also means that there may be parts that don't make sense or whatever, so for that I am also sorry.

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The sun was streaming through the open blinds when Shuichi woke the next morning. It took him a moment to remember where he was. The plain white walls of the room were unfamiliar, and the silky bedding that covered him was also foreign. The only indication that Shuichi had of his whereabouts, was the soft, steady breathing coming from beside him. Yuki was lying with his back to the boy, sleeping peacefully. The singer didn't want to wake up Yuki, so he rested his head back on the pillow and listened to the rhythm of Yuki's breathing. He wanted this moment to last forever, if only he could capture this very instant and never let it go.

Yuki stirred beside the pink-haired boy. Shuichi looked over to see the man, very slowly, rouse from his slumber. The writer climbed out of bed and ran his fingers through his blond hair before retreating to the bathroom. Shuichi was slightly disappointed that he hadn't even gotten a good morning, from the man. Yuki hadn't even done so much as look his way. Did he even remember that he was here?

Shuichi pushed the covers off of him and climbed out of the bed. The room was very… plain. The walls were a boring white and the only furniture in the room was the bed, a brown dresser and a matching nightstand. Shuichi looked down to see that he was dressed in his boxers and on oversized, button-up shirt. Yuki must have let him sleep in some of his clothes last night. The boy walked closer to the bathroom door and leaned against the wall. He listened to the sounds of Yuki turning on the shower, and was very tempted to look inside.

After a few minutes, the water shut off and Shuichi heard the older man get out of the shower. He stood there for a few more minutes, listening to Yuki get ready. When the writer was finally finished he pushed the bathroom door open and nearly collided with Shuichi. Yuki gave the boy an annoyed look and stepped around him. The singer was still irritated that the man was still avoiding him. Why didn't he just say something? Had he done something to make Yuki upset? He didn't remember having done anything to the man, except perhaps staying the night, but Yuki had asked him to stay after all. Shuichi wasn't feeling particularly happy about the current situation, but all of these feeling melted away once he saw a brief smile grace the lips of the light haired man. Shuichi returned the smile and walked closer to Yuki. The writer had discarded the small towel that was draped over his shoulders, and now wore only a pair of dark jeans.

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Yuki was amused with the boy's reaction. They had only been awake for about 10 minutes, but Shuichi already seemed bothered by the man's purposeful disregard of the boy. Yuki waited until he was sure that Shuichi wouldn't be able to stand the neglect any longer before he rewarded his patience with a brief smile.

Once Shuichi was standing close enough, he placed his hand on the boy's head and ruffled his hair. Shuichi gazed up at him with his beautiful violet eyes; it took much of the man's willpower to refrain from taking him right there and then. Shuichi gave another smile and leaned into the touch. Yuki moved his hand down the boy's back and pulled him closer. The singer wrapped his arms around the man's waist; both men just stood there together, feeling each other's heartbeat. Shuichi stretched up on his toes so that he could press his lips to the older man's.

Yuki sympathized with the wants of the singer, and deepened the kiss. Their tongues briefly fought for dominance, but the older man soon won out. They finally broke the kiss for air. Yuki peered down at the beautiful boy and gave a small smile. Shuichi responded by squeezing the man even harder around the middle.

"Good morning Shuichi."

Shuichi placed his forehead against the writer's chest and mumbled a response, although Yuki wasn't entirely aware of what he had said. He attempted to pull away from the boy's grasp so that he could go make something for breakfast, but found it futile. The pink-haired pop star wouldn't budge. It was beginning to get difficult for Yuki to breathe. "Shuichi, could you please let go. I can't do anything when you're clinging like this."

"But I don't want to let go." Shuichi tilted his face up at Yuki so that the man could see his pouting lip. He was just too cute.

"Shuichi, please. We can't just stand here forever."

"Why not?"

"……uhg…… If you get off of me I'll make you whatever you want for breakfast. Ok?"

"Hmmm… Whatever I want?"

"Yes, anything. Now please let go."

Reluctantly, Shuichi loosened his grip and released the writer.

Yuki sighed, "Thank you."

"MmmmHmmm…" Shuichi grabbed onto Yuki's hand and proceeded to drag him into the kitchen. "Ok, now you have to make me breakfast."

"Yes, ok. What do you want?"

"I don't know."

"Shuichi. I can't make you anything if you don't tell me what you want."

"I can't tell you 'cause I don't know. What do you have?"

Yuki let out a long sigh. This was going to be much more difficult than he had thought. "I have lots of stuff. Just tell me what you want, whatever you want, and I'll make it for you."

"But I DON'T KNOW what I want Yuki!"

The blond writer was about ready to pull all of his hair out. "Ok, we'll start here. Do you want a Japanese breakfast or an American breakfast?"

"Uhhh… I want something sweet! Like candy, or ice-cream!"

"You can't have candy for breakfast Shuichi. But I can make you pancakes or something."

"Hmmmm… How about French toast! With strawberries, and powdered sugar, and whipped cream!"

"Alright, now go watch TV or something while I make it."

"Can't I watch you?"

"No, you'll just end up getting in the way."

"Yuuuuukkkiii!"

"No, Shuichi. This kitchen isn't big enough for both of us. Now go wait in the living room."

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Shuichi reluctantly shuffled off to the living room and switched on the TV. He could smell the food cooking in the other room. He was very happy that Yuki was actually cooking something for HIM, but he had wanted to watch Yuki work. Usually Yuki wasn't very exciting. Shuichi wanted to witness him as he attempted to create something that was actually edible.

The boy sat with his legs pulled up onto the couch and his arm crossed over his chest. The TV flashed from commercial to commercial, but Shuichi didn't feel like watching it. He could hear the writer in the other room. Pans clashed together and something sizzled on the stove. Shuichi hadn't really noticed how hungry he was before, but the thought of a huge pile of pancakes was sounding better and better by the minute. Shuichi threw himself down on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. It was white just like the rest of the house. Yuki really needed to redecorate; his house was so boring.

Finally, Shuichi heard his name being called from inside the kitchen. He leapt up off the couch and bounded into the room where Yuki was busy flipping the pancakes onto a large plate for Shuichi. The pink haired boy sat down at the tall island and watched as the older man placed the pancakes in front of him. He frowned down at the bare plain pancakes. They were lifeless; no color, no sprinkles, nothing.

"Yuki! You have to put something on top of pancakes!"

"Well I would have put some syrup in them, but I don't think you need any more sugar. You're already hyper enough as it is."

"But Yuki! You can't expect me to just eat them plain!"

"Why not? There's nothing wrong with the pancakes. Just eat them."

"---But… You said you would make me WHATEVER I wanted for breakfast. And I want pancakes with something on them!"

"…Uhg… fine," Yuki picked up the plate and turned so his back was to Shuichi.

"Yuki!?! What are you doing to them?"

"You'll see. Just wait."

When Yuki placed the plate back in front of Shuichi, there was something in the pancakes, but it sure wasn't syrup.

Shuichi just stared blankly at the food in front of him, "Did you put wasabi on my pancakes?"

"Yes"

"Why?"

"You seemed so desperate for a topping, so I gave you one."

"………."

"………."

"No, why are you being like this…. Why are you being so MEAN Yuki?"

A small smirk crossed the writer's lips, "Because you're just too cute when I get a reaction out of you."

A deep blush crossed Shuichi's face, "Baka Yuki!" The singer tried to jump down from the stool, but Yuki was faster. The older man placed his hands under boy's chin and lifted his face. Shuichi wanted to yell at the man, but the moment he looked into Yuki's eyes, he knew that he was powerless. Yuki leaned forward and placed a kiss on the boy's soft lips.

"Come on Shuichi. I'll make you some new pancakes, and this time you can help me."

"…Yuki…"

"Yah?"

"Baka"

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Yuki laughed at the boys pout and pulled him by the hand over to the stove. In a few minutes, Shuichi had managed to cover them both in flour. The writer watched as the boy knocked over containers and spilled ingredients onto the floor, but he didn't care about the mess; all that mattered to him was that Shuichi was smiling.

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