One Bad Week

Chapter 12: The END of Tuesday

Seeing the wide-eyed expression the monk in front of him was wearing, Shuichi grabbed the bottle from his hands and placed the tube in the slit of light coming from the door.

Words could not describe his horror.

"Tatsuha, you retard!"

But then again…

Meanwhile…

Turning around, Yuki narrowed his eyes and listened. He could have sworn he heard something just then. Shrugging his shoulders when no further sounds came, the novelist hurried on towards his lover's room. Opening the door, Yuki was surprised (and disturbed) to find the bed empty.

"Dear God, what have they done to him now? A lobotomy?"

The blond cocked his head, pressing a finger to his mouth in contemplation.

That actually might not be such a bad idea…

Shaking the thought away, Yuki sighed and left the room to search for the missing idiot.

Meanwhile…

"Did you hear that?"

Mika paused and listened. "Hear what?"

"Must have been nothing."

"Where's Tatsuha?" Mika asked after a few moments.

Glancing around, and seeing no sign of the teen, Tohma sighed. "I don't know. He was right behind us."

"Great. There's no telling what that little idiot's up to now."

Tohma smiled and shook his head. "He can't be up to much. Ryuichi's in Kyoto doing an autograph signing."

"How very ironic." Mika grinned. "Maybe he went back to the car."

They continued on in silence until a certain train of thought came to a crashing conclusion in the keyboardist's mind.

"He wouldn't…"

Mika stopped with her husband and stared at him for a minute. When he didn't elaborate she crossed her arms in frustration.

"Who wouldn't what?"

Tohma blinked and turned to his wife with a bemused expression.

"If Tatsuha's not with us, perhaps he went inside to visit Mr. Shindou."

Mika shook her head. "He didn't know Shuichi was here any more than we did."

"Hmm." Tohma smiled. "But until we saw Eiri leaning up against the building, Tatsuha was right behind us."

The brunette woman frowned, her eyebrows coming together as the wheels slowly began to turn.

Shuichi. Alone. Tatsuha. Ryuichi. Shuichi. Alone.

"Oh no."

Meanwhile…

"This is the best idea you could think up?"

"Hey, at least I thought of something instead of trying to just rip it off!"

"I should rip it off! You don't deserve any thing less for taking advantage of me when I'm in the hospital!"

"I said I was sorry alright? You just…Ryuichi…and…"

"Oh shut up, Tatsuha."

Shuichi sighed and tried to keep his pace even with his lover's idiot brother. After several minutes of fighting, which only ended up in several missing pubic hairs, tears, and a lot of cussing, the two had tried to think of a way to get Shuichi's hand free. The first order of business was, obviously, the need to be able to move without drawing a lot of attention to themselves. Tatsuha had come up with the only idea that seemed like it could actually work: cut a slit down the side of the hospital gown and use Tatsuha's overly large shirt to cover the bulge.

Tatsuha had added his coat over Shuichi's shoulders, using the sleeve between them to hide the singer's arm. The only good part of this in Shuichi's mind was at least his butt wasn't exposed anymore.

He just looked like he'd lost an arm.

The press would eat this up if they could only see.

Moving down the corridor slowly, the two darted their eyes back and forth, knowing it would only be a matter of time before someone came looking for the missing J-pop singer.

And after Shuichi's last visit to the hospital, the entire staff was on pins and needles to not screw up again.

Turning a corner, Tatsuha's eyes grew huge and he suddenly jerked back pulling a surprised Shuichi with him.

"What the-"

"Shhhhh!"

The pink-haired singer grew quiet, too paranoid about having Yuki find them to ask questions at this point. He watched as the teen slowly peeked around the corner before he whipped his head around looking frightfully pale.

"What?" Shuichi whispered.

Tatsuha held in a groan. "Tohma and Mika." He whispered back.

Shuichi nearly fainted. "They're here too?"

"Be quiet! They'll hear you damn it!" The monk scanned the hallway, becoming increasingly more paranoid as the familiar echo of Mika's high heels became louder and louder.

"Come on!" he whispered fiercely, yanking the pink-haired man across the hall and into the first door that opened.

The two stayed quiet, pressing their ears up against the door as they listened for any sign that they had been caught.

"What is it?"

"I thought I heard something."

"I don't see anyone, Mika."

"Knowing Tatsuha, that doesn't mean anything."

"They weren't in Mr. Shindou's room, so I can only imagine where either one of them could have gone to."

"He probably lured Shuichi into a broom closet or something."

Shuichi glared at the monk, giving him a 'have you done this before' look.

"At any rate, we best find them before something happens. Mr. Shindou hasn't been having the best of luck lately."

No shit Sherlock.

Shuichi sighed and covered his face with his free hand. He simply could not believe how things were progressing at this point. And Tatsuha…well, he just wanted to pay the retarded monk back for this latest little gem. Putting his hand down, Shuichi looked around the room they had ducked into.

Medical supplies…hmm…

Seeing the odd collection of bandages, ointments, and instruments strewn about the room, Shuichi wondered why the door hadn't been locked up. Not that he really cared at the moment. The second his eyes rested upon one particular item, a feral grin spread across his normally innocent face.

"Are they gone yet?" he whispered.

Leaning back from the door, Tatsuha nodded. "Thank Buddha yes."

"Good. I have an idea."

The monk raised an eyebrow, but followed as Shuichi walked over to a glass cabinet and opened the door. Tatsuha looked around the room and noted all the supplies, wondering if there was perhaps something in here that could help them out of their situation.

"Now Tatsuha." Shuichi began, standing up straight and keeping his hand behind his back. "I'm going to get us out of this. It might hurt a bit, but trust me when I say the whole of Japan will thank me in the end."

"What?"

A rather maniacal looked crossed over the singer's face and he lifted his hand up high, revealing the massive butcher's knife it clutched. Beyond scared, Tatsuha did the first thing instinct told him to do.

Run like hell.

Shuichi dropped the knife and grabbed the table the second Tatsuha turned. The monk didn't even realize this as he scrambled for safety from what he believed to be a very insane J-pop singer.

The resulting scream as Shuichi's hand was ripped free sent several patients into cardiac arrest, shattered the cabinet door's glass panels, and directed half the hospital to their location.

Shuichi smiled and checked his gown as Tatsuha curled into the fetal position on the floor just as the room's door opened to reveal Mika and Tohma. A few seconds later and Yuki joined the two along with about half the hospital's staff, all staring at the sobbing, crotch-holding monk rolling on the floor in pain.

Sometimes, life is good.