Disclaimer: Nope, not mine
Warning: Slight language. Sick Shu.
Shuichi had kicked up his singing career greatly. Yuki couldn't remember a night in the last month that Shuichi hadn't come home extremely late, and left really early.
"Why don't you slow down?" Yuki asked him
Shuichi shrugged, pulling his hoody over his head.
"I don't need too." He replied, nearing Yuki for a goodbye kiss.
"Yes you do." Yuki said, wrapping his arms around him and giving him a soft kiss "You're only human Shuichi. Between all these rehearsals and recordings and hours at The Coffeeshop, your body is going to break down soon. You can't keep going at this pace." He said
Shuichi shrugged again, kissing Yuki once more and starting to wiggle out of his grasp.
"I have a deal for you, Shu." Yuki said
"What?" Shichi asked, cocking his head
"You stay home today... and I'll... finish what we started the other day."
"Until you get inspired and take off on me like you've done every night this week. You know, I think I'm just going to stop having sex with you."
"What!" Yuki exclaimed "Okay, that's just mean."
"I'm teasing." Shuichi replied, kissing his nose "But I have to turn you down. I'm already running late..."
Yuki sighed, kissing Shuichi one last time.
"Just promise you'll come home early tonight?" He asked
Shuichi looked down at his lover, who seemed generally worried. He nodded.
"I promise. Now..." Shuichi said, wiggling out of his grip "I-have-to-go." He said softly
"I know." Yuki said, leaning back in his chair "I love you."
"Love you too." Shuichi shouted, running towards the door
Shuichi ran full speed towards the studio. He was running late, and not to mention, was; as Yuki said; extremely tired. But he couldn't slow down now. Not when he was so close to having a big career again. When he was so... so happy.
"I won't slow down..." Yuki muttered, mocking Shuichi "I don't need too..." He sighed, removing the thermometer from his baka's ear. "Yeah. Say that when you have a 105 degree temperature, Moron."
Shuichi's chest rose and fell unsteadily. He was shaking and shivering, but he kept murmering that he was hot. Yuki wasn't sure what do to. So he covered a protesting Shuichi in several blankets and cranked up the AC, which seemed to calm the boy for the time being.
"Shu?" Yuki murmered, brushing a few strands of hair off of his sweaty head "Are you hungry?"
Shuichi grumbled something in response, and went on murmering things softly under his breath that Yuki couldn't understand. He took that as a yes, and sat up Shuichi, supporting him with one arm, and with the other, scooting the tray with a bowl of chicken noodle soup; homemade of course; up to him.
"No." Shuichi said, turning his head away "No, no more peanut butter jelly Mom."
Yuki stiffled laughter.
"No Shu." Yuki said, "It's not peanut butter jelly. I promise. It's soup. It'll help you feel better."
After arguing with the obviously delirious Shuichi for several moments, he managed to coax him into opening his mouth. He ate for a few moments, and then clamped his mouth shut again, refusing to eat sandwiches.
"It's not sandwiches, Shu." Yuki said softly "It's more hot yummy soup... homemade might I add... open up and eat and I'll give you another kiss."
Shuichi happily opened his mouth again, and as promised, after he finished the bowl, Yuki kissed Shuichi softly, who fell asleep with his lips pressed against Yuki's.
Yuki sighed, laying his lover back down, noticing the amount of sweat he was covered in. He sighed again, and pulled the covers off of his lover and placed him on top of them, removing his clothes and tossing them in the washer. He filled a dish with warm water and grabbed a soft sponge and came back, only to find Shuichi gone.
"Shu?" He called, looking around the bedroom. He looked on the floor, under the bed, even in the closet. Deciding that he wasn't there, nor was he strong enough to open the window and climb out onto the fire escape, he headed towards the bathroom, to find that empty too. "Shu!" He called again, worried. He walked through the apartment, and found Shuichi standing in the living room, naked as the day he'd been born.
"Yu-yu-yuki?" Shuichi asked softly
"Shu?" Yuki asked, carefully approaching the teetering boy.
"A small black coffee right?" Shuichi asked
It was then that Yuki realized that Shuichi was asleep, and that he had slept walked his way from the bedroom to the living room.
'Right now, he probably thinks he's in the coffeeshop.' Yuki thought
"Shu..." Yuki said again, touching the boy's shoulders
"Yeah?"
"You're sleeping."
And as if he'd just realized it, Shuichi fell over, nearly knocking over Yuki, and was instantly asleep in the writer's arms. Yuki laughed softly, carrying his strangely light lover back to the bedroom. He placed Shuichi back onto the bed, and as he'd planned before, began to wipe the sweat off of his body.
"Warm..." Shuichi murmered as the sponge ran across his body. Yuki chuckled, and listened to the strange, almost purring noises, that Shuichi would make.
"Okay neko-boy." Yuki murmered, sitting his lover up "It's time for you to get dressed."
Yuki let go of Shuichi to grab the boxers and t-shirt that he had set out for him, and when he did Shuichi fell over like a limp noodle, hitting his head on the headboard, and then the nightstand, and finally the floor.
"Ah! Shuichi!" Yuki yelled, hopping over the covers and off of the bed, near his lover, who still slept soundly, unaware that he'd probably just suffered severe head injuries. He grabbed his lover and set him back on the bed, brushing messy pink hair out of his closed eyes. "How are you a clutz even in your sleep?"
After Yuki managed to dress him, Shuichi slept soundly. And except for a few sleepwalkings, and sleepfightings... not to mention sleep namecallings(which left Yuki with hurt feelings), the rest of the morning went rather smoothly.
Yuki turned the page of his magazine, deeply interested in an article that had him mentioned as the most awaited author in Japan. His hand reached out to check Shuichi's temperature and had to take a detour to grab the phone that had begun ringing.
"Yello?"
"Aren't you awful chipper?"
"Not really." Yuki replied back, smirking into the phone "So, you finally deicded to talk to me after nearly two years of avoiding my phone calls."
"Eiri, I would never avoid your calls..."
"So, it's normal for an editor to just ignore their writer for months at a time?"
"I do what's best for the publishing company." His editor replied
"No, you do what's best to line your pockets." Yuki retorted "What do you want?"
"What's this I hear about a finnished novel?"
"Oh, so now you care about me?" Yuki joked
"Oh Eiri," She replied, equally as sarcastic "You know you're my favorite writer."
"Liar." Yuki said, carrying the phone into the living room
"I know. My favorite writers are ones who make their deadlines, and write good books. And don't hold back with their writing..."
"I don't--."
"You do. But that's not why I called."
"Oh, so you're not going to just waste my time today."
"What a lovely relationship we have." She replied
Yuki laughed.
"So what do you want?" He asked, warmer
"I want to meet you."
"When?"
"Today?"
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"I have to take care of someone that's sick."
"Oh Eiri, don't tell me that you have a new lov--."
"Drop it. I just can't today."
"I don't believe that was a request Eiri." She said, firmer "Come today, or don't come at all."
Yuki sighed, looking towards the bedroom door, where his sick lover slept.
'If he was better... he'd want me to go... and when he get's better, he'll be upset if I don't...'
"Fine." Yuki said after a while "Where?"
"Hm... my office will be fine."
"Oh, so the security guards won't throw me out again."
"I told you, that was a fluke... they had the wrong man."
"They called me by name. And it happened three days in a row."
"That's minor. Doesn't matter. Just come ASAP."
Yuki exhaled softly.
"Sure." He replied, hanging up the phone
Yuki paced back and forth, weighing his options. He very well couldn't leave Shuichi by himself in the state that he was in. No telling if he'd been long, of it Shuichi would start to sleepwalk again. And he really couldn't miss this meeting. He sighed.
"What to do?" He murmered, tapping his finger against his lip. He had to find someone who could come and watch Shuichi... which only left one person.
"SHU-CHAN'S SICK!"
Yuki winced, holding the phone away from his ear.
"Yes Mei. He's sick, but can you come and watch him?" He asked "I have to go somewhere for a little while."
"Of course I can!" Mei yelled "I'll be there in a jiffy!"
"In a jiffy? People still say that?"
"Shut up!" She yelled, and in a few moments the line was disconnected. Yuki sighed, laughing to himself.
A few moments later, Mei arrived and Yuki went to the bedroom to check on Shuichi. He adjusted the moist cloth on Shuichi's forehead before pressing a kiss to his lover's damp cheek
"Feel better, okay?"
Shuichi grumbled in response.
"Make sure he eats something in about an hour." He said to Mei as he was leaving "And try not to let him walk. He's been sleepwalking, so you have to watch that. And--."
"Yuki. I know how to take care of a sick person, okay?"
Yuki sighed and nodded.
"Yeah."
"So just trust me..." She laughed "Heh... trust me..." She swallowed, her serious face returning "Seriously, he'll be fine. I wuv Shu-chan. He's so cute! I won't let anything happen to him."
"Fine, but no pinching his cheeks."
"I just can't help it."
"No pinching!" Yuki said, walking away
"Fine!" She called after him, watching the door close
Mei sighed, walking into the bedroom to check on Shuichi. He lay stretched out his back, his pink lips parted softly, and his rosy cheeks just laying there, practically screaming 'pinch me'.
"Just one..." she said, reaching forward.
The phone rang. Mei jumped, but chose to ignore it, and the machine picked up:
"Uh... hey, I'm not in right now... or... I probably am... and I just don't want to talk to you... so leave your message and if I like you... and if my phone doesn't get disconnected again... I'll get back to you... bye."
Mei sighed, lauging at the message, and then jumped at the voice that came through the phone.
"MEI! NO PINCHING!"
Mei quickly removed her hand from Shuichi's cheek and picked up the phone.
"How did you know?" She asked
"I just know you Mei." He replied, hanging up
"So, this is it?"
Yuki looked up at his editor, who fingered his manuscript.
"Yep..." He replied
"The book... that took you two damn years to right?"
"Yep."
"This had better be fan-fuckin-tabulous." She muttered, adjusting her glasses
Yuki sighed, turning his head up towards the ceiling.
"Was it because she died?"
"Huh?"
"Nina. The reason you didn't finish the book... why you stopped writing and telling such amazing stories... Was it because Nina died."
"That's not your business." Yuki said harshly
She shrugged.
"I guess." She replied "But still, I think that in order to get back to your former self... no... to be better than your formal self..." She said, standing and heading towards the office door "You need to call all things into question."
"Which means?"
"Figure stuff out for yourself, and stop pushing it to the back of your mind."
She replied, not looking up from the manuscript "Now, get out of my office."
Yuki sighed and obeyed.
Mei rubbed her eyes, opening the door for Yuki.
"Sorry it took me so long." He replied "How is he?"
"Sleeping. He woke up about an hour ago... but fell back to sleep pretty soon. He does the stranges things in his sleep."
"So I've noticed. What he do this time?"
"We got into a sword fight with strawberry and chocolate pocky... and he refused to eat anything but Captin' Crunch..."
Yuki scracthed his head.
"Well... that's Shu for you."
"His fever's going down though."
"Good. Sorry it took me so long... I just had to clear my head for a while." He replied
Mei shrugged.
"Que será será." She muttered "I'm going to take off."
Yuki nodded, and watched as she headed towards the door.
"And Yuki?" She asked
"Hm?" He said, turning to her
She cocked her head at him, her sliver hair swaying with her.
"Nothing." She said softly "Nevermind. Good night."
"'Night." He said back
The door closed, and he headed towards the bedroom, and looked down at Shuichi, who's cheeks were happily unbruised from Mei's pinching. He smiled and brushed back his lovers pink hair.
'I wonder what Mei wanted so say.' He thought, laying down next to Shuichi 'Probably to just tell me to be happy as she always does. I just wish I could say the same to her.'
Yuki smiled, and kissed Shuichi gently, who murmered something softly in response.
'All things into question, huh?' He thought, wiping sweat off of his forehead 'Does that mean I have to question my love for him? Do I have to question why he makes me this happy?'
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A.N. Sorry but I have to end it here because I'm pretty sick and I need to get to bed, but I felt to update because a certain someone who shall remain anoymous said she'd die if I didn't...
And I can't have that. No deaths over my story people... Thanks for reading!