A/N: Hey, GravityNeko here! This idea came to me while I was driving in the car. And like my Inu/Wolf's x-over. I just had to get it down! Here we go.....

Stage 1

The faint sound of Shuichi retching in the bathroom was heard all the way into Yuki's office. He ground his teeth at the sound. Everything about that brat was loud! Couldn't he even puke in silence?! His young lover threw up again. The novelist ignored this and continued to peck at the keys with his agile fingers. "Yuuuuukiiii...." His voice was a groan. The blonde bristled; he had no time for this! He had a deadline to make!

"Yuki, please...." Shuichi's pathetic voice mewled. "I don't feel so good." He then threw up again. Yuki sighed in disgust and pushed away from his desk, stalking towards the bathroom with great haste. He threw open the door and glared at the rock star with vehemence. "What?" he asked tersely. The young man was green around the gills, his eyes looking more pathetic than his voice sounded. He gave the appearance of a wasted orphan or refugee child. Yuki's demeanor softened. The brat was truly, really sick. He sighed. Damn it. He kneeled down next to his lover... "Tell K I don't think I'll be in today...." He threw up again. "I don't feel so well, Yuki..." His voice was low and weak.

The older man nodded quietly and got up to call the deranged gun-toting American. Kami-sama knew Crawford Winchester wasn't going to like this.... He entered the living room and made a call to N-G Pro for Shuichi's sake. "No, that isn't necessary!" He slammed the phone down after he was done. "How do deal with that lunatic?" He hollered lighting a cigarette.

He heard his young lover up-chuck again then silence.... The older man ventured over and looked down on the pink-haired boy, as he lay slumped over the commode. "Do you need something?" He sounded concerned. "Alka-Seltzer? Pepto-Bismol?" Shuichi shook his head. "No... I think I'm fine now...." He still didn't go to work that day.

::Next Morning::

Shuichi again kneeled at the toilet, just like the day before. Yuki could hear it from down the hall. "Are you sure it wasn't something you ate or drank?!" he hollered, both irritated and concerned. "No, Yuki..." He threw up again. "I haven't..." Again. "I haven't drunk anything..." (He means alcohol) And again. "Honest." He got up. The little brat sounded sincere but one couldn't be sure these days. He stepped in the doorway and watched as his lover picked his head from the bowl. He looked sick just like the day before, green coloring to his cheeks. "Guess, I won't be going in today either...."

Yuki gritted his teeth. He had no desire to talk to that disturbed American again! Once more, he could hear food being thrown up. "Are you sure it isn't something you ate?" "But..." Another heave. "I haven't eating anything yet, Yuki...." Yuki frowned. Something was not right....

::Next Morning::

Again it commenced, and again Eiri Yuki got more worried by his lover's condition. When he was finished throwing-up. Shuichi requested Yuki call Hiroshi Nakano, his best friend since high school and the guitarist of Bad Luck.

Hiro came over in no time flat, booking it all the way from N-G Pro to Yuki's apartment. Yuki let him in. "He's at the kitchen table, I've tried to get the brat to eat but refuses. Afraid for his stomach, I suppose..." He shook his head. "Anyway, I've got a novel to write, you take care of him, all right?" The redhead nodded. "Sure." He said and watched the novelist turn to leave, heading for his office. He listened as the door closed before venturing to the kitchen.

He found Shuichi on a chair, his legs tucked under his body. "You okay. Shuichi?" he asked putting a hand to his shoulder. The vocalist broke down. "Oh, Hiro!" He sobbed. "What's happening to me?" Hiro shook his head. "I don't know... That's why I came here. To find out." Shuichi borrowed himself into his friend's shirt. "My tummy doesn't feel good anymore...." "I'm sorry, Shuichi..." He put hand to the boy's head. "Describe these symptoms to me..." And so Shuichi did.

They were on their way to the pharmacy. Hiro had taken in all the information Shuichi had given him and made a conclusion but deigned it as utterly impossible. It couldn't be! But he throws up profusely in the morning without provocation! What else could it be, Nakano? "But it's impossible..." He muttered out load. "What's impossible, Hiro?" "Nothing.. Just talking to myself." They zoomed down the streets of Tokyo, Shuichi hanging on back on Hiro's motorcycle, clinging to the guitarist's waist. "Almost there!" "Hiro? Where are we going?" "To the pharmacy...." I want to test my theory....

Hiro pulled up in front of the pharmacy and parked his bike, urging Shuichi into the store with him. As he approached the counter, the pink-haired sprite held onto him. He leaned over and quietly asked, "Where do you keep your pregnancy tests?' so Shuichi wouldn't hear. The last thing he needed was the vocalist having hysterics.

The clerk looked at him strangely for a while.

"Pregnancy tests?"

"I heard you." He pushed his glasses up on his face. "Aisle two, next to the prophylactics."

"Thanks."

He went through the store randomly purchasing items. He turned to his friend at one point and said, "Shuichi, why don't you go pick out some Strawberry Pocky, okay?" The vocalist nodded, "Okay, Hiro!" His smile brightened. That was better! He didn't like it when Shuichi was so despondent. The young man ran off excitedly in search of his favorite treat. When he was truly out of sight, Hiro headed for the aisle and began to look at the different pregnancy tests.

He had no idea there were so many! "HIROOOO!" he could hear Shuichi getting closer. Just pick one, Nakano! "Hiiiiiiroooo!" He sounded better. The guitarist grabbed one in a pink box and tossed it into the basket, walking over to meet his friend. "Did you get what you were looking for, Shuichi?" "Sure did!" He tossed not one, but two boxes of Pocky in the basket. "That's okay right!?" "Sure. Look I'll pay for this. Why don't you go wait outside?" " "No problem!" He made a jaunty salute and zipped out the front door. Shuichi was feeling better. This was good....

Hiro made his way to the checkout counter and the clerk rang up in items, still looking at him strangely as he rang up the pregnancy test. The redhead smiled. "What can't guy do something for his girlfriend?" "Yes, but most women prefer flowers..." He looked at Hiro as if he were a big ugly spider. Hiro secretly glared at the man. That toad. Who does he this he is!? "Thank you, come again!" He left the pharmacy, gritting his teeth. The creep! "Something wrong, Hiro?" Shuichi asked getting on behind his friend. He smiled. "No, Shuichi, nothing's wrong. Hold this."

"You want me to what!?" Shuichi hollered in horror. "Shhh! Keep it down, baka!" He pounded the singer on the head. "Do you REALLY want Yuki-san to come in here right now!?" His lip quivered. "No.... Not really." "Good!" "But, Hiro, you can't possibly be serious! This is some sort of joke right? Ha ha ha! Good joke, Hiro!" "It's not a joke, Shuichi. Just do it."

He then left the bathroom, closing the door on the way out.

"What's going on out here?" Yuki asked, an angry look on his face. "Ohh, Shuichi's being stubborn as usual that's all. No need for alarm."

"Just keep it down, will you?" He went back into the room, slamming the door.

Shuichi did his business and looked at the EPT (error proof test) with trepidation all the while talking to himself. "This IS a good joke! Just wait, it'll turn out pink and we'll all have a good laugh. Funny, funny Hiro! Ha ha ha!" And he waited and waited. Untill...

"Oh great Kami-sama!" Was heard from inside the bathroom.

Hiro burst in looking frantic. "Shuichi, what is it!?" The boy was sitting on the commode, the pregnancy test lying on the sink. He pointed weakly to it. "It just can't be, this is all some big joke...."

The guitarist crossed over to the sink and gingerly picked up the test and held it up to his eyes. There was no doubt about it....

Blue.

A/N: HA HA HA! Well, do you like it? Is it good? I had this wonderful delicious idea. And to think! This is just the first stage, there's four more in all that I plan to go through! The rest should be much more funny! This one came out a little serious for some reason.. Hmm. Well, hope you enjoyed it! Want more? Review then onegai!