Please be patient with this chapter. Writers block! I'm trying though.
To see Shuichi hovering over the counter with a very noticeable shake in his hips was a rather amusing sight. Eiri could see the MP3 player sticking out of his shorts pocket and the earphones securely tucked in his ears and hidden behind pink locks.There was a clank as Shuichi dropped the knife he was working with and danced his way towards the stove to flip the sizzling bacon. Eiri leaned against the fridge with an amused smirk on his lips and a coffee mug in his hand. With the bacon taken care off, the entertainer moon walked back to his mutilated tomatoes and continued to slice them.
The best his could. For that, Eiri gave him credit.
The show continued on like this for a while, and all in all it was very amusing. That is until Shuichi was getting carried away with the lettuce. He hammered the knife through the lettuce head in the tune of whatever techno tune he was listening to.
Eiri easily strolled to the boy and tapped his shoulder.
"Ehk! Oh my god!" Shuichi flipped around and pointed the knife at Eiri, his other hand on his chest. The author backed away two steps with his free hand raised but the amused twinkle in his eyes.
"Yuki! You have to stop scaring me today!" The boy screamed over his music. The older man frowned at the loudness as he leaned over and put down his coffee. When he straightened his stance he took the opportunity to rip out one of the earpieces.
"Shut up, retard."
Shuichi huffed as he gently rubbed his abused ear. "Ah! You're so mean." Then he turned around and continued to slice the vegetables. "Mou! And I was putting all this effort into not ruining your brunch!"
"Brunch?" Eiri couldn't stop his eyebrow from lifting.
"Brunch!" Shuichi yelled before stabbing the knife into the cutting bored. He turned to Yuki with a sudden twinkle in his eyes. "Not breakfast but not lunch! Brunch!"
"Right." He extended the word to make it sound more sarcastic, but deep down Eiri knew he heard someone use that term once. Maybe Mika.
"It would have been breakfast if you didn't insist on," He broke off with a indignant cough. "Anyways! You screwed—I mean! You made us miss my brilliant breakfast, so I figured Brunch."
Eiri missed Shuichi's dialogue. Maybe it was Tohma?
Anger forgotten Shuichi continued. "I'm working so very hard on not screwing—Messing up our meal." With that he plugged the dangling earpiece back into his ear and continued the skillful art of cutting and dancing at the same time.
Eiri sat at the table with a belated sigh. He heard it somewhere. He was racking his brains so hard he nearly missed Shuichi's girlish scream and the smell off over cooked bacon.
"Shit!"
The author cast a look at his new arm attachment of a lover as he threw his coat over his free shoulder. The idea of Brunch was scrapped with the bacon. Shuichi almost went into hysterics over that fact alone, claiming it wasn't okay that they missed the meal, and how he had poured his sweat and blood into the effort.
Now Eiri was cruel, not heartless. Seeing the genuine tears running down Shuichi's cheeks made his chest ache. Thus he volunteered an early lunch. This time Shuichi did go into hysterics. Now they were on their way, walking, to the closest restaurant.
They were to share a meal and then go home and act as if they didn't know each other. Of course it was Eiri's idea, and if had Shuichi not had lyrics brewing his head he never would have agreed.
A one-sided conversation, one headache, and a shared meal later Eiri excused himself to the bathroom.
After relieving himself, Eiri pressed his hands hard against the cold white porcelain. He plugged the sink and let it fill as he stared into the mirror. Suddenly he was feeling sick to his stomach and his heart was pounding in his ears.
He took a deep breath to calm his nerves while dipping his hands into the water. For a moment, the artist allowed himself a while to watch the rippling water distort the image of his hands, and then he brought a handful of the liquid to his face and let the shocking cold calm him.
He dipped his hands back into the water but what greeted him was not the wavering image of his hands, but a waterlogged Shuichi peering directly into the authors eyes with his lifeless violet orbs half lidded.
The whole bathroom darkened, occupying a sense of a murder scene. There was a faint tinkling sound effect as the water dripped off of the walls and began rapidly flooding the bathroom.
Before he could even hear himself he let a scream escape him.
"Fuck!" Shuichi screamed, his hand clutching his chest for the third time.
The novelist blinked three times before he could see that the water, the dark everything was gone perhaps never there. Shuichi stood before him with a firm grip on one of his shoulders and a concerned yet angry look in his eyes.
"Stop scaring me like that. You're going to be the death of me!"
The death of me
Eiri couldn't shake his rage as he harshly shrugged Shuichi's hand off of his shoulder and shoved passed him. Shuichi lost his balance at the abrupt contact and landed harshly on the floor.
"Ow! Yuki!"
But he was already gone.
"Yuki!"
And there it is, folks. What of poor Shuichi? There's more to come! Oh! And feel free to drop a suggestion or two if you want! Heehee! I keep forgetting to add that. Uhm…There was something else I think…
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