Day Three

Pain. Oh the pain. Yuki growled and slammed his hands down on the keypad of his laptop, not caring that the fourteenth chapter of his new novel now read 'and the sombre mask behind which he hid was hhhhhhhgdasjkkkkkkkkkkkjhhhhhhhhawoooooooooobnnnnnnnn'. He would rectify the problem later…much later…later being after he had barged out of his study and pummelled Shuichi and the god awful racket he was playing into the wooden flooring that ran throughout his apartment. Yes. That later.

Yuki stood and collected himself before stepping out of his study and making his way towards the living room. Damn popstars. Why do they always feel the need to express themselves at 100+ decibels?!?! [1] Yuki leant against the wall, his arms folded and his golden eyes narrowed into slits.

"Shuichi." That word was never going to be heard, not above the inferno of noise Shuichi's hi-fi system seemed to produce.

Kiss shining hitomi ni kuchizukete…

"Shuichi." Again, a little louder. The pink-haired singer danced past Yuki, failing to notice the presence of his lover and continuing onto the coffee table where he picked up a hairbrush and began singing into it. "SHUICHI!" Shuichi glanced at his CD player, thinking that maybe it had jumped but then shrugged and continued singing. Yuki scowled and stormed over to the table, grabbing his young lover's arm and throwing him to the floor. He then grabbed the remote control for the CD player and switched it off, his ears singing with joy at the silence that settled over the apartment. Shuichi whined.

"But you said I could play my music!"

"Baka, I said when I'm not working or sleeping! At present, I happen to be working, therefore, NO MUSIC!" Whilst saying this Yuki had been walking slowly towards Shuichi, and Shuichi, sensing something was wrong, had been crawling backwards and was now pressed up against the wall. Yuki noticed this and smiled, kneeling down in front of Shuichi and cupping his chin with his hand. Shuichi blinked, it wasn't often Yuki just…forgave something when he was angry. However, it was often that Yuki stopped what he was doing just to kiss Shu. He especially seemed to be fond of doing that in a way that made Shuichi very, very scared.

Yuki moved his face in closer until their lips touched, it was a gentle yet loving kiss and Shuichi felt his body relax out of the tense state it had been in. Yuki was kissing him; Yuki loved him.

After a while, Yuki pulled back and smiled at Shuichi, although it did not have the desired effect. Instead of making the younger boy feel settled, it un-nerved him somewhat; why the hell was Yuki being so…nice?!

"Do you know what today is, Shuichi?" The blonde asked his lover, staring deep into Shuichi's eyes. The younger boy shook his head. "Well…" Continued Yuki, "today is Wednesday, which means…MY DEADLINE FOR THIS BOOK IS TOMORROW!"

Shuichi fell backwards onto the floor and covered his ears, which were now ringing, and pouted up at Yuki. He got the feeling his lover was trying to give him a hint, but he wasn't sure what it was.

Yuki waited for five minutes for some promise of silence to come from Shuichi. When it hadn't, he frowned and decided to lie out the picture for the pink-haired baka.

"Basically, I don't want to hear another word from you until midnight tomorrow. Understood? I want this book finished on time and that can't happen when you're playing Nittle Grasper full volume."

Shuichi nodded and stood up.

"Okay, I promise I'll be quiet."
"Good." With that, Yuki retreated to his study and shut the door, smiling slightly at his 'victory'. He sat himself down in the chair and flipped back up the lid to his laptop, and regaining his posture over the keys, he began to type.

Three minutes later, the document stood at two hundred pages long.

Shuichi quietly tiptoed around the apartment, being careful not to trip or stumble or do anything that would make the slightest sound. Unfortunately for both of them, Yuki had rather acute hearing.

Two hours later, the document stood at two hundred and fifty pages long.

It seemed fate was against him. Shuichi had so far been doing a good job at being quiet, but then a stray slipper caught him off guard and caused him to go stumbling, headfirst into the TV Cabinet, which in turn banged into the bookcase with a loud crash and caused hundreds of books to go falling to the ground. Teeth gritted, Yuki pushed his chair backwards and stood up, storming into the front room. He was about to yell something at the other boy but he noticed Shuichi lying on the floor, apparently unconscious. Now, any normal person would rush over and check he was all right, but Yuki merely smiled and took this to be his lucky day. Knowing that, at least for half an hour the baka would be dead to the world, he returned to his study and continued typing.

Five hours later, the document still stood at two hundred and fifty pages.

Yuki couldn't think of what to write, and he had silently resigned himself to the fact that he may not meet his deadline after all. But what did it matter? He could always blame it on Shuichi. He sighed, it was seven PM and there were only five more hours of Wednesday left. Yuki sighed, leaning back in his chair and putting his hands behind his head. Writer's block sucked.

Four hours and fifty minutes later, the document stood at two hundred and fifty-two pages.

Ten cigarette butts lay crumbled in an ashtray on Yuki's desk, two bottles of beer stood open and finished next to it. The blonde writer was now twitching, he had heard no more from Shuichi, but smells wafting through the door alerted him that the younger man was in the kitchen, cooking strawberry cupcakes. Yuki's favourite [1]. Yuki's stomach rumbled and he groaned, getting up out of the chair and making his way to the kitchen. Hours of…intense…work had left Yuki whiny and had pushed his cold personality to the back of his existence.

"Shu-chan…" He said, entering the kitchen and walking over to his lover. "I'm very hungry."

Shuichi stared up at him.

"So…why are you telling me? You know what a bad cook I am." Shuichi stated, a little scared at Yuki's…whininess. Yuki pouted.

"But I'm huuuuungry!" He clung to Shuichi, eyes watery. Shuichi stuttered looking a little flustered. He grabbed a cupcake off the side and thrust it into Yuki's hand, stepping back, away from the novelist who devoured it hungrily.

"More!" Yuki exclaimed, grabbing another, and then another. Shuichi stood back, terrified and watched as his lover transformed from a cold romance novelist into something that resembled a five year old with a full cookie jar when his mother wasn't home.

Ten minutes later, it was midnight, and the entire batch of cupcakes had gone. Shuichi stared, horrified, at the tray where they had once stood. Yuki sat on the worktop, grinning happily.

"Ne Shu-chan, can I-" Yuki was interrupted by a thud as Shuichi fainted and fell to the floor.

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Mwehehe…seeing as it's the next day, you shall have to wait for the next chapter ^_^

[1] I THINK that's what it was…I could be mistaken…