Over the past few weeks, it's been quite adventurous. Shuichi had been discharged and gone home with Yuki, though not before the paperazzi had snagged photos of his partly-broken body, as well as one, who posed as a nurse, managing to get his record and publishing about every little detail.

Naturally, Shuichi didn't care.

He recuperates at home, Yuki making or ordering food, keeping the coffee table stocked with strawberry pocky, favorite Nittle Grasper DVD in the player; the occasional time that Yuki sits down with Shuichi and holds half a conversation. Shuichi's young body heals rather quickly, though his new corneas are still growing.

He was still a little mixed that Yuki would treat him so bad while he was in the hospital, and even now, though he was being well-cared for, that essence of love still felt missing. He ignored it the best he could, but every once in a while, Yuki spots that gleam of longing in Shuichi's eyes. Hard for him to hide it when he doesn't realize Yuki's in the room.

After only 4 weeks of recovery time, not enough to completely heal his hip or arm; Shuichi has ordered a concert. He's tired of lying around and not doing anything really fun; he misses being up there on stage and having a great time.

After a an unusally long call with Tohma--as he's still not healed--behind Yuki's back, Shuichi has scheduled a concert to be held in a week. Honestly, a charity event, as Shuichi knows himself that he probably can't hold it for more than two or three songs.

Just as he's hanging up with a thank you, Yuki walks in the front door, and looks down at Shuichi.

"..What did you do?" He walks over to Shuichi and stands over him, voice monotone.

"Ah.. well.. I called Tohma.."

Yuki stands, awaiting the rest, but has to nudge him verbally. "And?"

"Well.. I wanted to perform.. so he got me a charity concert in a week!" Shuichi grins and looks up towards Yuki's voice, hoping the reply to this will be good.

Silence for a few minutes, a sigh, silence again; finally a more exasperated sigh. "Shuichi, you're not well enough yet to perform. Your hip isn't as far along as your arm, which I'm suprised either are healing at all, with how much you squirm around and try to get up on your own. You're so impatient." He sits down right next to Shuichi, and reaches an arm out to gently pull the younger man against him.

Shuichi's eyes widen; his heart skips a beat at this. This is definitely a new development; he relaxes completely, deciding this is even better than that Vicodin stuff. Much better. "Yuki," he whispers softly, and closes his eyes.

For a while, Yuki says nothing, and idly runs his hand gently through Shuichi's pink hair. "You know, you'll regret this little concert. You'll need to re-dye your hair, your clothes won't fit thanks to the casts, and you have to be careful not to fall off the stage." He waits for a reply to this, but all he receives is a light shift in weight and soft, relaxed sigh. Shuichi has fallen asleep.

{Wonderful. Now how do I type my novel.}

Heeheehee.