When It Rains, It Pours

I'm back! And as promised here is chapter two of WIRIP. I'm REALLY REALLY sorry for the long wait. I've just been sooo friggen' busy with school and stuff that I really haven't had any time to work on the story. I'm REALLY SORRY!!!! Constructive critcism is welcomed, as always, with open arms. I forgot to mention that in the first chapter, so I wanted to say that now. And I promise this story will get more intresting towards the end. Oh! Before I go and forget I wanna thank all my wounderful reviewers out there who have given me and incredible boost to make this story the best it can be! Thank You! You awsome people! You make my life soooo happy!

So now let me check with Toboe the plot muse to see if I have anything to say. Nope, I think that's it. 'Cept for the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: Want it, can't have it, don't own it.

Oh, one last thing, chapter one's title was actually supposed to be "Shu's Musings and Bad Weather" but I couldn't really fix it so "If I Were" is still there. And I wanna say sorry for misspelling the word energy.

Track Two: Yuki's Rude Awaking

Eiri Yuki, after much yelling and deliberation, had finally managed to wiggle out of the mighty grasp of his publishers, but not without some cost to himself. He had to do twice as many public apperences and had to start working on his latest novel, which was not at all fun for Yuki. After all even Eiri Yuki liked to procrastinate. On the bright side, they did give him a week of to recooperate after all was said and done, and that was something Yuki--although he would never admit it--was grateful for. That meant one whole week with his rather scantily-clad, pink-haired, hyper, innocent, ditzy, dimwitted, sexy, adorable, cute, generous, sweet, did he mention sexy, rockstar. Yes, that though alone made all the yelling and the one hell of a headache all worth it. Plus, it was supposed it be scorching next week and Yuki knew what that meant. Yuki smirked widely at the thought.

'Shuichi in really short shorts,' Yuki thought with a wide grin, 'Kami bless that boy.'

Yuki stepped into his car and started the ignition, all the while thinking of the plot for his next novel. He figured that the sooner he got the plot out of the way, the sooner he could start his weeklong vacation. After he got the plot out of the way, he haphazardly wondered if Shuichi got home safe, or if he got home at all. Sighing, Yuki pulled out of the parking lot and on to the streets.

"Damn, I can barely see anything in this storm. And I thought they said it was gonna be good weather all this week. Hn, damn weathter reporters."

Luckily for the flaxen-haired author, there was no one else on the road. It was already hard enough to see and he really didn't need to be watching out for incoming traffic. The ride home was pretty uneventful, minus the rapid pounding of the rain, the streaks of lighting, and the occasional thunder clap. After pulling his car into his designated parking spot, Yuki stepped out of the car with his hands in his pockets--at a glance it looked like he was trying to be as nonchalant as possible but making it look like he had done something wrong--as he made his way over to the entrance he noticed the bag of now soaked groceries. He was just about to pass by it--thinking that some loser must have gotten scared and dropped it--when he heard a feint wimper.

"Yuki..." The voice mumbled.

"Who's there?" Yuki demanded. If this was someone's idea of a game, Yuki wasn't buying.

"Yuki...help me." The voice was louder now, and easily identifyable. It was Shuichi, he was sure of it.

"Shu? Shu what happened?" Yuki followed the voice to it's source. The pink-haired boy's body was off to the left of the entrance, his hair spread all around his face, matted and dirty, and his body was limp. Spread out like a body that had been shot.

"Yuki... the lightning...it hit...me." Shuichi replied taking breaths in between. The pain was unbearable and talking was almost an impossiblity. But he--despite the pain-- did it anyway. Yuki always said that even if he were seriously injured that he'd still keep talking.

'I guess he was right.' Shuichi thought weakly.

Shuichi dumbly noticed that Yuki had stopped talking--well to him at least-- and was now talking to someone on his cellphone. Shuichi assumed it was '911' and slowly went back to his musings. At least it would take his mind off the white-hot pain coursing through his body.

'It'll be ok, Yuki's here now. He won't let anything happen to me,' Shuichi thought, 'Yuki'll help me, and I'll be okay.'

Yuki had just gotten off the phone with '911.' They said they'd be there shortly but that wasn't good enough for the author, he wanted them there now. He looked down solemly at the boy in his arms, his head was laying in his lap, which gave the author a good look at the face of his lover. Shuichi's eyes were closed tightly and his face was twisted in discomfort. Despite the rain, Yuki could still make out the tears rolling down his face. He took his hand from on top of Shuichi's and moved it to wipe away the--as Yuki called them--unsightly tears. When one first meets Eiri Yuki the words sweet and caring aren't the first words that come to mind, but on the inside locked deep inside there was a part of him that was caring. And only one person would ever get to see that far down into the heart of Eiri Yuki. Yuki, despite all that he claims, always hated to see his Shiuchi cry, and just wanted this whole ordeal to be over with.

"Shu, it'll be okay. The ambulance is on it's way, it'll be all over soon." Yuki tried to comfort the singer as best as he could, but on the inside he was having his own personal wake up call.

'What if I hadn't gotten here in time? Shuichi could have been dead or severly injured. He still could be in trouble! I'm no doctor, I have no idea how far his injuries go! What if they're real bad, what if Shuichi dosen't make it? I could lose him...this could be it. I could lose him without him ever knowing how much I love him. Kami...I've never been a religious man and I know this isn't a good time to start, but please don't take Shuichi away from me.'

"Yuki?" Shuichi asked, slowly opening his eyes to see the golden eyes and soaking wet flaxen hair of his Yuki.

"Hm?"

"You're not mad at me are you?" Yuki choked at the question.

"That's a stupid question you know." He replied stroking Shuichi's now coarse mane.

"Answer the question, Yuki. I wanna know."

"No. I'm not mad at you, it's not you're fault."

"But I could have gotten a ride home, or I could have stayed at the studio, or--" Shuichi began, but was cut of by Yuki's lips on his own.

Smiling slightly, Yuki looked down at Shuichi's face. "You have no reason to feel guilty, if anyone should have regrets...it should be me."

"But Yuki--"

"No, Shu it was my fault. I shouldn't have said those things to you and I should have come and picked you up. Those publishers could have waited." Yuki wasn't one for regrets, but when it came down to the most important person in his life everything he did wrong was something to regret.

Their conversation over who was to blame was cut short by the sirens and the flashing lights of the ambulance. They hadn't moved since Yuki found Shuichi--partly because the operator to him not to--which made it easier for the paramedicsto reach their patient. Quickly, five paramedics stepped out of the back of the ambulance and over to the couple. Yuki knew that he would have to get out of the way, which was something he really didn't want to have to do. Yuki was going to make sure that he could still see is precious rockstar, to make sure none of the paramedics tried anything funny.

"Okay, son, can you tell me about how long you were lying here before Mr. Yuki found you?" An older, maybe in his fifties, paramedic asked.

Shuichi thought for a moment, "Ummm...I think it's been...uhmmm...fifteen minutes, maybe? But, I'm not sure. My watch broke when I fell."

Yuki's heart sank. Fifteen minutes! That was too long! Yuki mentally kept beating himself up over everything that happened, he could only imagine what kind of damage had been done. His mind had been throwing questions, accusations, theories, facts, and everything else left and right across his train of thought. Yuki barely remembered to breathe, and he barely fathomed what was going on. The paramedics kept asking questions, and did a basic physical examination. But no real exam could be done until they got to the hospital. And this time, Yuki remained stone still in the exact same spot, with a glazed over look in his golden eyes.

"H-hey...Y-yuki? Stop beating yourself up over what happened." Yuki quickly snapped out of his morbid thoughts and focused wide-eyed on the angelic boy lying on the strecher.

"H-how did you know?" That was it, the great Eiri Yuki was now officially nervous. He never studdered unless he was so nervous that he was on the verge of passing out. Which never ever happened.

"Your eyes...they were glazed over. Your eyes never glaze over unless you're thinking intently on something. Please, stop thinking about what happened and what could have happened. The past is the past and besides I'm gonna be fine...the nice doctor-people said so. Yuki...you should trust the doctor-people...I do."

"But Shu, I can't. If I'd--"

"Stop it Yuki! If you keep thinking like this you're just gonna make everything worse!" Yuki froze, "Yuki, please, think about what you can do to me after I get out of the hospital," Shuichi grinned, "I bet you can think of something new, right?" Yuki smiled. And not a smirkish smile, this was a true smile. One reserved for only Shuichi.

"Okay, Shu. Tell you what, you behave and make a speedy recovery and..." Yuki bent down toward Shuichi's ear. Yuki's hot breath on his ear made Shu blush a deep shade of red, a shade that Yuki decided was just perfect on his angel. "I'll think of new ways to screw you into the floor." Yuki didn't move, but gave one of his incredible sexy smirks, that made Shu's blush deepen.

"Yep. I can think of some very creative ways to fuck you, Shu, but you have to get better first." Yuki's smirk widened, while Shuichi's blush grew from a deep red to something more of a deep crimson.

"Yuki, you better keep those thoughts to yourself for now, or else I'm gonna die from a lack of blood flow to the head." Shuichi managed to choke out.

"Hmmm," Yuki began, licking and biting on Shuichi's ear,"now why would you say that?"

"Because all the blood is going somewhere else." Shuichi replied meekly.

"Oh ho really now?" Yuki whispered. Yuki glanced up and noticed that the ambulance was prepared for Shuichi's transport.

"We're ready for the patient, Mr. Yuki."

"Good," Yuki bent back down to whipser in Shuichi's ear, "See you soon, love."

And with that Shuichi was packed up and the ambulance sped away, lights flashing and sirens screaming into the dreary afternoon sky.

A/N: DON'T KILL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M REALLY SORRY I TOOK FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, I know that as of right now this is supposed to be angsty right now, but I had to throw in a little bit of humor with the Yuki and Shu dialogue. Shuwanted Yuki to stop beating himself up, so he decided tochange the topic.I know it seems weird for Yuki to be teasing Shu that way, but he's never had to comfort anyone like that. That teasing is all he knows. I know, I know don't tell me Eiri Yuki's OOC but I can't help the way my mind works. I'm not exactly sure how long this is going to be, but it all depends on you guys! (and girls. mostly girls.) If you have any ideas tell me! So up next is Track Three: Shocking Revelations and Shu's New Attitude. Oh btw, all chapter titles are subject to change. Again, I'm really sorry it took me this long to get my lazy arse to post this. Now that I've done my job, how about you guys go and do yours, hmmm? Just push the lil' purple button and type away!

Nyu!

Rouge Kitty (I'm thinking of changing my pen name. Any suggestions?)