Ugh. I think I'm finally starting to get over my fever. I only wish I knew what it was…. No one I know is sick….But, yeah…. On with the story!
"But, Eiri! I don't ereally know you…." Shuichi whined. "Would you rather sleep in a cold slide all night?" Eiri looked somewhat frustrated. "No." The boy admitted. "Then, come on. I have a spare bedroom." Eiri led the way back to his luxurious pent house apartment. "You live here?" Shuichi stared in amazement up at the modern building. "Yeah." The blonde replied. "Moved here not too long ago, actually."
Eiri so wanted to take the boy's hand and lead him like he had watched the singer do to the guitarist so many times before, albeit, he knew perfectly well that it would lead to too many questions. That was something he really didn't need right now. Eiri was tired and the only reason he went out in the first place was because he wanted to be with someone. Even if it were just to talk.
To think that he'd run into his crush of two years, and now be inviting him back to his house to spend the night! "This way." He said to the singer as he held open the elevator door. Shuichi hurried through, clutching his messenger bag to the side of his body. 'He carries that thing around everywhere, huh?' Eiri thought as he peered at the back of the boy's head. 'It's so cute!' He never let his thoughts play out on his face. If he did, he would lose his cool and cold hearted demeanor everyone believed him to have.
The elevator door 'dinged' and slid open, revealing only one room on the whole hallway. "Did you miss your floor or something?" Shuichi was obviously confused by the long hallway and elaborate door. Eiri found himself chuckling. "No." He replied. "This is my apartment." The writer opened his door and allowed the little singer to pass by first. Shuichi's jaw dropped when the lights were flipped on. What he saw before him completely blew his mind. 'This man is definitely rich!' Shuichi gazed at the high ceiling and ornate chandelier hanging above the middle of the apartment. He took in the marble kitchen, the leather sofas, the finely polished furniture, the slightly spiraling staircase, he even saw a door open that led to an indoor pool.
Eiri watched as the boy spun in slow circles, trying to absorb the greatness of the apartment. "Who did you bribe to get this thing?" Shuichi's astonished eyes passed over Eiri's then continued their roaming. 'Sure am laughing a lot tonight.' Eiri chuckled again. "I'm a writer, Shuichi. I didn't bribe anybody for this apartment." Shuichi nodded thoughtfully. "That would do it, I guess."
"Would you like anything to eat?" Eiri asked politely. "No thanks. Not really hungry." The boy responded. "Something to drink, then? Juice? Water? Milk? Beer?" The singer looked at Eiri somewhat confused. "Beer?" He questioned somewhat incredulously. "Hmm? Oh, right. You're too young to drink." Shuichi didn't want to ask the man how old he was, because he figured it would be the wrong idea. But there was a tugging in his mind telling him to ask. 'No, Self! I shouldn't ask random strangers how old they are! Then again, I also shouldn't just go home with random strangers. But he seemed so kind. He could be a serial killer. Or a stalker. But he's been to my concerts. So maybe a fan, then? More than likely he's a stalker, though.'
'I wish I could tell him that he could sleep in the room with me. It would be amazing to have those little arms wrapped around me with his body cuddled tightly against….. No, Self! Don't even think like that! Get a hold of yourself, Eiri! You're a random stranger to this kid! Right now, I just have to be nice and courteous so I don't chase him away.' Eiri smiled at the boy. "It's pretty late, then, isn't it? How about I show you to the spare bedroom?"
Shuichi nodded. When he expected a spare bedroom, he expected a room with a small bed, a night stand, and probably a desk or a dresser. He also figured it would have a somewhat musty smell from under use. But what he saw before him when he was shown the way is definitely not what he had been expecting. The spare bedroom had to be as big as his kitchen, dining room, and living room combined, if not bigger. It had a king sized bed placed directly in the middle, a bedside table sat next to it, and there was a large desk placed against one wall. There were even a few bookshelves placed in the room.
"There is a bathroom down the hall to the left if you need it. I have my own so don't be shy. Now, I have a story plot to figure out, so if you don't mind, I'm going to retire to my office and attempt to write this thing before hitting the hay." Eiri said, standing in the door way. "Do you need anything?" Shuichi shook his head no. "Then, Good night." The blonde closed the door on his way out. Shuichi listened to his soft footfalls continue down the hallway. The singer let out a long whistle. What he wouldn't give to live in a place like this on a daily basis. This would be amazing.
'This is how I'm going to live when I become rich and famous!' Shuichi exclaimed in his head. He then suddenly remembered that he didn't have anything to change into. Perhaps Eiri would let him borrow a shirt or something? He left the room and started off down the hallway to the last room. He had to start somewhere, right? Without even thinking to knock, Shuichi opened the door when he heard shuffling on the other side of it. "Hey, Eiri. I was won….der….ing…. OH MY GOSH! I'M SO SORRY!" Shuichi slammed the door shut. What he had walked in on had him blushing hard. He knew the writer had a good body, but didn't know it was that good.
For he had walked in on Eiri Yuki, shirt-less, pant-less, and just pulling down his black silk boxers. Shuichi's ears were ringing. 'The guy has a six pack!' Shuichi puffed out a quick breath of air. 'I can't believe I walked in on that!' Shuichi was uber embarrassed. How could he face Eiri again? He should just grab his bag, and leave, never to look back. But he needed to fully apologize to his host and tell him that he's leaving beforehand.
"Shuichi?" The voice that was quickly becoming etched into his brain called out from behind him. "Yes?" Shuichi asked timidly. A large hand rested gently on his shoulder. "It's okay, Shuichi. I'm not ashamed of my body. So what if you almost saw me completely naked? I can live with it. Now, why are you crying? Wipe that look off your face, it doesn't suit you." Tears flew from Shuichi's eyes as he turned around quickly, brushing the hand off of his shoulder, and running off back to the spare bedroom to grab his bag. 'Emotional, much?' A smirk played on Eiri's face. 'This might be fun.'