A/N: The other day I was sitting in front of my computer, doing nothing, and very bored when this idea came to me. I think it turned out pretty well, and I even quote myself in here! I said that hat thing to my little cousing because she was being annoying during a party. Anyway, on with the story!

Disclaimer: Do you think that if I learned to speak japanese and diguise myself as Maki Murakami everyone would think Gravitation belongs to me?... Yeah, me neither.

Beta-read by: clari-chan!

Insomnia
Yuki-Shuichi

It was four o'clock in the morning. A blond man was typing on a laptop, pausing only to light another cigarette or make himself another cup of coffee. At the same time, a pink haired younger man was on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

Said man rolled onto his left side, making a soft noise. A minute passed. The blond guy was still typing. Another minute passed. The other man, who looked more like a boy, a really girlish boy, rolled again, to be resting on his right side.

The clock on the wall seemed annoyingly lousy. The boy on the bed could hear every single ticking of it, and it was driving him crazy. One second. Another second. One second more. The thought of throwing away the clock through the window passed through his mind.

No, it probably wasn't a good idea, since the other man, who was still typing, probably wouldn't appreciate it much.

At least the constant ticking wasn't the only noise on the apartment. The keys of the keyboard of the laptop made a strange, yet somehow relaxing, music that filled the place. If only that sound was accompanied by something else, like the blonde's voice, maybe he could stop rolling on his bed and think of something else.

The boy was now lying over his stomach. No use, and not very comfortable either. Sighing he rolled again and lied on his back again. So dark. The room was dark and a bit cold, but he didn't care. Not usually at least, but never before he had stopped to think that maybe the room felt cold because it was really empty.

Minimalist, the other had called it. Or something like that, that translated to human language meant plain and simple. Or, in the pink haired man's language, boring.

Finally the boy gave up and left the bed. Slowly and carefully he walked down the room where his blonde lover was supposedly working. He peeked through the half-opened door to see if said lover was really working or doing something else. The noise of his pale strong hands against the keys of the laptop had stopped some minutes (or was it seconds that seemed minutes?) ago.

The room was empty. Opening the door completely the boy looked around to see that indeed the other man was not there.

-What are you doing up?

The pink haired one jumped slightly in surprise but still turned around and smiled, to see a refilled cup of coffee in the other's hand.

-Can't sleep.

The blonde passed next to him and sat again in front of the laptop. Without looking at him he asked.

-So?

It was a simple question, but the tone of voice used implied something else. Like 'I don't care, get away from here' or something along those lines. And that started it all.

-Yu kiiiiiiiii! Why do you have to be so mean?

The blonde glanced at him and, beginning to write again, he spoke.

-Shut up. I just asked a simple question, I wasn't being mean.

Silence. The writer prepared himself to what he knew was to come. And then...

-Can I stay here?

-No.

It was a useless answer and both knew it. The younger one always managed to convince the other man, whether it was in a peaceful way or in a loud one depended on their mood.

-Please! I won't bother you! I... I just want to be here for a while! The bedroom seems so empty when you are not there...

Somewhere inside the blond a battle had started. One side shouted loudly that, based on experience it was a terrible idea to let him stay there. The other side just placed a picture of those big amethyst eyes looking at him pleadingly. Finally one side won and the other sighed loudly.

-Fine.

Before the boy could say something he established the rules.

-If you make a noise I'll make you sleep on the couch and then you'll miss my empty bedroom.

The other nodded energetically, and sat next to him. How many minutes would pass before he would start speaking?

One. Two. Three. It was just about being another minute when the pink haired one started talking.

-Yuki?

-Hn?

-Do you think we could go on vacations one day?

Vacations? Was that boy kidding him? He was a popular singer with months of activities scheduled by his crazy American manager. Even if the blond had had time for vacations, which he didn't because he also had a crazy manager that scheduled many book signings for him, the singer would probably have a real vacation somewhere around the year two thousand and fifty.

-Sure-. Before the boy managed to show him his biggest smile he added. –When you retire, if we are still together.

The blond almost hit himself on the head. If he wanted to hear his lover whine and complain he had just said the right words. Maybe he had a trace of masochism inside that was trying to get control.

-Yu kiiiiii! Why do you have to say that?! What do you mean when I retire? And what do you mean with 'if we are still together'???

The high-pitched voice of the boy made him wince in pain. Now he had done it, the small singer would probably complain and cry for hours.

-I was teasing you, idiot. What kind of vacations were you thinking about?

With that question, that had a little hint of interest, the younger man smiled and began to talk of all the places he would like to visit with him. The writer didn't really pay him much attention, since all his concentration was focused on writing. However, when the boy began to mention the desert of Africa his mind snapped in confusion.

-and maybe we could go to see the Amazon, I saw the other day a program about it, that river it's so huge! Or maybe we could go to Mexico! I've always wanted to wear one of those huge hats! Yuki? Do you think I would look fine in one of those?

Don't laugh at him, don't laugh at him... Those words were repeating themselves on the blonde's mind.

-Sure, whatever-. Then, thinking about it a little more, he grinned evilly. –But you should be careful.

-Mm? Why?

The man paused his work for a moment and looked directly into the boy's amethyst eyes. With his more serious and convincing face he answered.

-Because it's dangerous to wear them.

-What?!

There, now he would give something to think about and maybe he will leave him alone to work. And even if the now scared singer didn't leave this was an extremely good opportunity to tease him.

-I said they are dangerous. Haven't you heard about it? If you wear a hat that is too big for you, you can disappear from underneath it and no one would ever see you again.

The boy's eyes opened widely in surprise.

-Really?!

The blonde man returned to his typing again and nodded, knowing that if he continued with that he would burst in laughing at his lover's face. And he was too serious to do that, not to mention it would ruin the joke.

-But... I... I had no idea... Yuki, you are just teasing me, right?

The singer looked at him pleadingly, trying to get some reassurance from him, but he only answered trying to sound angry.

-Are you calling me a liar? Go ask your guitarist friend if you don't believe me.

-But it's almost five in the morning! I can't call him at this hour!

Mm. That would be a good idea, to have someone else to take care of his pink annoying lover.

-You didn't have any trouble with coming to talk to me.

-But you are awake! Hiro is probably sleeping!

Looking at the clock on the laptop, the blond man noticed it was indeed four forty in the morning. He had been writing since ten, which meant he should head to his bed and have the well-deserved rest his body was asking for.

-Right. Well, I'll be sleeping myself in a few minutes, so if you want to continue your ranting I suggest you do it with someone else.

Turning off the computer, the blonde walked towards his bedroom, followed closely by the smaller boy, and dropped himself on the bed. Now that he thought about it he was really tired.

-...Yuki

-Hn?

The younger one climbed the bed and lied next to him. After a moment he leaned forward and kissed him, his cheeks blushing furiously.

-Do you think we can really travel together someday?

-... Sure, why not?

Encouraged by that answered, the pink haired singer cuddled against the other man and smiled. For a moment neither of them spoke, the smaller singer was enjoying the sound of his lover's breath.

-...Yu ki

-Hn?

The blond man was already dozing off and wasn't really paying him any attention anymore, just answering in automatic.

-If we go to Mexico... you won't let me use one of those hats, will you?

-...

-Yuki?... Yuki!!! Don't fall asleep! I'm worried here! How could you sleep while I'm disappearing from under one of those hats!!!

As the singer shook him against the bed, the writer opened his eyes and glared at him. The younger one released him and looked at him.

-So- sorry...

-Baka, let me sleep. Go count sheep or something.

-Bu- but... the hats...

With another glare, which successfully shut the boy up, the blonde turned on his side, giving his back to his lover.

-If you don't shut up I'll get you one and see you disappear. Now choose: sleep or get out of here.

-... hai.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. A pair of amethyst eyes closed. Tick. Tick. Tick. One sheep. Tick. Two sheeps. Tick. Three sheeps. Tick. Four bees. Tick. Five bees. Tick. Six bees. Tick. Seven beers. Tick. Eight beers. Tick. Nine beers in Yuki's hand. Tick. One Yuki. Tick Two Yukis. Tick. Three Yukis... mmh... Tick. What would I do with three Yukis? Tick. Ah, one could write his novel and I would still have another two. Tick. Surely one would like to sleep and drink beer and smoke, so that leaves me with one. Tick. What would I do with one Yuki without work? Tick. And without beers and cigars. Tick. Well knowing him... Tick. He'll just want to have sex... Tick. Maybe if I had another Yuki I could go out on a date with him. Tick. But if the third Yuki wanted sex the I'll be too tired to go out... Tick. What if all of them wanted sex?! Tick. What would I do?! Tick. I have enough with one Yuki, but three?! Tick. And what if Seguchi comes and tries to take one away?! Tick. I wouldn't be able to protect him! Tick.

-Yukiiiii!

-What?!

When he turned around, the blond writer looked at a SD singer looking at him with the biggest watering eyes ever.

-Yukiii! I don't want any more of you! Because then the third one would be kidnapped by Seguchi and the other one would be all day long writing on that novel of yours smoking and having beer and trying to have sex while I'm with you having sex too! And then I would be so tired that I wouldn't be able to sing and Seguchi would fire me, and then when I'm out with Hiro crying because I cant' sing anymore Seguchi would kidnap you two too! And then I'll be back and I'll be left alone! And I don't want to be alone! I love you too much and if you are kidnapped then I would have no reason to live! Of course I could ask K to help me rescue you, but K is Seguchi's employee! He'll probably be helping him and when I asked him for help he would kill me! And you wouldn't be able to go to my funeral because Seguchi would have you and- and-

-SHUT UP! What the hell are you talking about?! Can't you just fall asleep like any other person?!!

-I- I- I.. I told you! I can't sleep!

-Count sheep or something then!

-No! Because the sheep became bees and the bees beers and then it was you with the beers and-

-Get the hell out of here!

And with that the pink haired man, who looked more like a girlish boy, was kicked out of the room by his blond lover into the living room.

-Yuki open, please!

-No, and be grateful I'm not kicking you out of the apartment.

-But it's cold here! I'll get sick!

Silence. And then the door was opened, just enough for a pillow and a blanket to be thrown at the singer's face.

It was five o'clock in the morning. A blond man was sleeping in his bedroom. At the same time, a pink haired younger man was on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

Said man rolled onto his right side, careful not to fall from the couch. A minute passed. The blond guy didn't make any movement. Another minute passed. The other man sighed.

There was no clock in the living room. The silence was, however, driving him crazy. The thought of turning the radio or the TV on passed through the singer's mind.

No, that probably wasn't a good idea, since the other man, who was sleeping comfortably on the bedroom, probably wouldn't appreciate the noise much.

After a moment some muffled footsteps reached the telephone. A number was dialed and on another apartment a phone ringed a couple of times before someone answered.

-Mm? Hello?

-Hiro...

-Shu are you ok? Is something wrong?

-I can't sleep.

After a second of silence a guitarist hanged the phone. It was too early for that nonsense. And a singer was left alone in a minimalist living room, with eating-people hats and Yukis being kidnapped plaguing his mind.

Next Chapter: Another Hiro- Shiuchi! And after that... A Maiko- Tatsuha one! Send your request!