Kanoi: A severe warning to all, I am sick, so don't expect the best from me today.
Yuki: Stay away from Shuichi! –glares-
Kanoi: Eh? Why?
Yuki: I don't want him getting sick.
Shuichi: Oh Yuki! You really do love me!
Yuki: No, I just don't want to have to take care of you.
Kanoi: -rolls eyes- Yeah right, we all know that you're just worried for his health because you care.
Yuki: I am not!
Kanoi: -twitch- Shut up!
Yuki: O-okay –cowers-
Kanoi: Ow, yelling is no good with a sore throat. Anyway, thank you again to all you reviewers:
Sumomo92: Indeed he is. Poor, poor Shu. No matter what he does he always gets in trouble.
FatesIronicTwist: Hehe, I'm glad you seem to think so, some one needs to. The Lady Divine knows I don't.
Em-chan15: Ah, who cares what Yuki says. We all know he's just full of hot air anyway.
Chiquitina: Heh, glad you think so.
Iname: Hehe, your review greatly reminds me of Ryuichi (who should be making an appearance in this chapter).
Pureevil230: -GASP- You almost threw my story for a loop when you brought up the undo button, but thankfully I found away around it. Hopefully that little tidbit and what I've done to work around it will help make this story that much better.
Yuki-Mizu: I'm so very glad you enjoy it.
Anyway, on to the fic. …I really want some tea for my throat –cries-
Shuichi: Kanoi does not own Gravitation, so please do not sue her.
Yuki: Especially since she'll chop your head off with this mood she's in.
Kanoi: -glares-
Yuki: EEP! –cowers-
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Yuki wondered why he felt so very uncomfortable. Last he remembered he had been writing… Ah, must have fallen asleep at the desk again. When the novelist wearily opened his eyes he found he was indeed still in front of his laptop. Falling asleep in his study was a normal occurrence for him when he had a deadline coming up, so just why did he feel something was terribly, horribly out of place? As he tiredly looked around without lifting his head he spotted his pink-haired lover.
"Shuichi, what are you doing in here?" he asked, confusion coming out due to his sleep-addled brain.
Hearing his name come from those lips he loved so much, Shuichi's stomach fluttered with butterflies. This wasn't all that great; however, as it simply added to the already nauseas feeling he had.
Yuki's brow furrowed slightly when he saw how scared the singer looked. Had something happened to the boy? The blonde man stood swiftly and grabbed hold of Shuichi's shoulders, staring deeply into said boy's eyes.
"Shuichi, is everything okay? Did something happen?" Yuki asked seriously. If he found anyone had laid a hand on his Shuichi, someone was going to suffer greatly.
Shuichi dropped his head, hiding his eyes from Yuki's burning ones.
In a wavering voice he said, "I-I'm so sorry, Yuki."
Said man was slightly surprised by this answer, and decided he and his lover needed to sit down and discuss whatever had happened.
"Shuichi, we are going to discuss this," the man said sternly, "Just first let me save my wor-" Yuki trailed off when his eyes landed on his computer screen.
His work, his work that was due in tomorrow, his work that he had slaved over for the past few weeks… was gone! Shuichi's frightened look suddenly made sense to the man. Yuki clenched his fist, nails digging into his palms, trying to keep from physically hurting the singer.
"Shuichi, just what the hell happened?" Yuki managed to say through his clenched teeth.
The pink-haired singer swallowed nervously.
"Yuki, I'm so sor-" Shuichi tried to apologize, but was cut off by his enraged lover.
"That's it! I'm sick of this! You cause me nothing but problems! Get out! Don't come back!" Yuki yelled before roughly grabbing and leading his ex-lover to the apartment door.
The next thing poor Shuichi knew he was sitting out in the hall, the apartment door closed. He didn't feel like seeing if it was locked. True, he had been kicked out before, but that was different. This time he knew he deserved it.
Hiro sat on a chair in the corner of his room tuning his guitar. When someone knocked on his door he sighed tiredly. He'd been trying to get this done since he'd gotten home from the tour, but just hadn't had the time with Ayaka around (not that he was complaining mind you). He tired to ignore the incessant knocking at his door, but eventually got fed up with it. When he opened the door, there stood his best friend looking extremely downcast.
"Shu, buddy? What's wrong?" the brunette asked in concern.
"Can I stay here for awhile?" Shuichi asked in a small voice.
Hiro was surprised to say the least.
"Um… sure, of course. Just… what about Yuki?" the guitarist asked.
"I don't want to talk about it," mumbled Shuichi as he walked past Hiro into the small room.
"Did he kick you out again?" Hiro asked, suddenly growing irritated with the novelist.
"I said I don't want to talk about it!" shouted Shuichi.
Hiro visibly flinched, and decided to leave the subject alone, for tonight at least.
"You can take my bed tonight. I'll sleep on the couch," the brunette offered.
"Thanks," mumbled Shuichi before laying down, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," whispered Hiro, very confused.
The next morning Yuki called his editor and convinced her to come to his apartment, saying he had something urgent he needed to talk to her about. He knew she would never give him an extension if he simply told her what had happened over the phone. It was best she saw for herself.
"Yuki-san, I'm a very busy woman, so please tell me, what seems to be the problem?" asked a tall, brunette woman in irritation.
"Yes, I know, but the thing is, I need an extension for my next deadline, Keena-san," the blond writer explained.
Keena smirked in contempt.
"You called me all the way out here just to ask for an extension, when I'm sure you knew perfectly well I would not give one."
"Look, it's not my fault. My idiot boyfriend deleted it somehow," Yuki explained desperately.
Keena looked at her writer with mild amusement.
"Really now? Well, let's see this."
Yuki took the woman into his office and presented to her the completely blank screen.
"And you didn't have the sense to save it?" the editor asked as if addressing a child.
"It was saved! Somehow that brat erased it," explained an exasperated Yuki.
Keena inspected the computer screen for a moment before pushing up her glasses and turning to Yuki.
"Have you done anything to it since it got erased?" she asked.
"No, not a thing."
"Hm…"
The brunette looked at the computer a moment more before hitting a key and all the words reappeared on the screen. She turned back to the writer.
"Really Yuki-san," she tsked, "I thought you would have been smart enough to try the undo feature. Anyway, I am afraid I must go. You can forget about that extension since you got your work back."
Yuki stared dumbly at his computer, hardly registering the door closing in the background. When the novelist realized just what he had done, he could only say one thing.
"Oh shit."
Shuichi sat alone in the studio, sulking. He couldn't blame Yuki for being so mad; after all, he had potentially ruined the blonde's career. Still, it hurt to be kicked out like that. Shuichi really just wanted to cry, but he didn't want to have to face the questions he would be asked if he did. The singer was so out of it, he didn't even notice a mop of brown hair poking in through the door.
"Shu-chan!" someone shouted before knocking over Shuichi and landing on him.
"S-Sakuma-san…" Shuichi stuttered, not quite sure what to make of the energetic man on top of him.
"Shu-chan, looks sad," observed Ryuichi.
Shuichi cast his eyes to the side, not willing to deny or agree with what Ryuichi had said.
"I know!" the bundle of energy suddenly shouted as he bolted up, "Let's go out to lunch together, Shu-chan!"
Shuichi stared at his idol a moment before nodding dumbly.
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Kanoi: Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but that's how it goes, ne? You all are probably not gonna like me very much for the majority of this fic after this, BUT it should prove interesting. Anyway, I'll update in a week at the most, but this is gonna be a bad week. I'm finally done with my research paper, but I four hours of detention this week for tardies to school. They're not even my fault damn it! Plus I don't feel well. –cries-
Shuichi: -hugs Kanoi comfortingly- There, there, it will be alright.
Kanoi: -sniffle- Oh Shu-chan, you're so great.
Yuki: -mutters- Idiots. –falls over, unconscious, after being hit in the head by a flying book-
Kanoi: -whistles innocently-
Shuichi: -glances nervously between the two writers-