A/N: Okay I was going over 'A Picture's Worth' today, and one reader suggested I have another chapter, at the moment I didn't pay it much heed because I didn't know what more to add. But another review gave me an idea…
Dedicated: sesshyigrl04 and Vera-Sama
Warning: Adult Language
Shuichi Shindou entered the NG building fired-up to start work. He had finished his new song yesterday (three in fact, a world record) and was tremendously excited to show itto the band. Not to mention he wouldn't have Seguchi-san yelling at him for not being on time with his work. He burst into studio two, giving the door a kung-fu move he'd seen with Yuki last weekend. Needless to say, his ankle wasn't quite made for that sort of move and he ended up whimpering in pain as he then stumbled into the room. Fujisaki looked up from his keyboard. "Oh…Shindou-san." He turned his head to the side. "K-san, Sakano-san, Nakano-san...Shindou-san is here."
Like clock-work, a gun was pressed to the vocalist's head and the cocking of the hammer was heard as the chamber revolved in Shuichi's ear. "State your reasons in two seconds." Two seconds! Shuichi thought. This was the most extreme K went! "Well-um-a…" "Time's up." CLICK. Shuichi braced himself. "Well, what do you know…?" K opened the chamber. "Empty." He frowned. "Who removed the bullets from my gun?" Hiro returned to his guitar playing as if nothing had happened. "Who-who would touch your firearms, K-san..." Sakano said in a nervous voice. "Who would go so far as to do that?" "I do not know, but I AM going to find out!" With that he snapped the chamber shut, slapped the gun back in its holster and stalked out of the room.
"Well, now maybe we can get some work done." Fujisaki spoke up. "Shidou-san, do you have the new songs ready?"
It took Shuichi a few minutes to come back to reality and banish the shame that he'd almost pissed in his pants.
"Y-yeah! Right here." He held the up.
"Okay then let's get started!" Hiro hollered.
The woman met him at the bus stop and handed him the manila. "And this has the stuff we need?"
"Yes…"
"Good, I've been waiting for this. Can't seem to get a good picture since, they're pretty big now." He shook it at her.
"I know." She looked around. "Got to go…"
With that she disappeared into the crowd.
Eiri Yuki was having a meeting with his editor Mizuki. The woman was ten minutes late! This isn't like Mizuki.. She's always prompt! He lit a cigarette. "Damn. Where the hell is she?" He checked his watch for the third time. "Yuki-san!" She was walking slowly and calmly like she had all the time in the world. "Where the hell have you been…You know this cuts time out of my deadline!" He was in a foul mood and had been in one since that stupid front page headline. Damn Shuichi. Damn Mizuki. Damn the whole fucking world! "I know. But I'm here now, Yuki-san…I'm here to discuss what you have for me so far…." He flipped a stack of pages onto the table. "There's most of it." He took a drag of his cigarette. "You can have the rest when I'm done."
Mizuki flipped her hair over her shoulder and proceeded to look through the pages. "Good, but needs more…" "What do you mean needs more? I said, I'm almost finished." "And how many more pages do you expect, Yuki-san?" He gave a distressed look as he forced himself to sit more upright in the chair. "Thirty pages at the most…" "That's all?" Yes," He crushed his nicotine stick into the ashtray. "That's all." He was extremely moody today. Extremely. "All right," She tucked it into her brief case. "But it's not what I expected." She moved to get up. "I'll expect those thirty pages in a week and half." Mizuki tossed the bag strap over her shoulder and started to turn around. "Why are we being lenient all of sudden?" He lit up another one.
"You look tired, Yuki-san…I don't think you're getting very much sleep. Sleep depravation affects an award winning novelist's brain…and we can't have that can we? This one is going to sell big, I can feel it. It just needs a smash ending. Sayanora."
The novelist sighed and beckoned a waiter get him some whiskey.
Fuck.
Afternoon
"Woohoo!" Shuichi exclained letting go of the microphone. "That is a rap for today. Good going, Hiro, Fujisaki!"
The pink-haired youth stepped back from it with a big-ass grin on his face.
"I agree." The younger man stepped out from behind his keyboard. "The new songs are great so far…"
Shuichi looked to his buddy, Hiro for reassurance. "Fujisaki's right man. Like I said your vocal is the best in Japan…" (1)
The vocalist made a V with his fingers then jogged to the door to pick up his back-pack. "Okay then! I'm going home to see Yuki!"
CLICK!
"Hold it right there!"
A gun, for the second time that day, was pointed at him.
"K-san…"
He was nervous, then…. "Oh look! Jet-bomber!" He pointed to the sky light that wasn't there.
K looked and that's when Shuichi made his getaway, running like a madman away from the crazed, gun-toting American. Yuki, Yuki, Yuki… He kept thinking, running all the way home.
"YUKI!" Shuichi hollered, throwing the door open to their apartment.
It slammed against the wall, making a small dent.
Yuki winced at the harsh sound of the door and his lover's voice. If he was going to get the publisher and Mizuki off his back, he HAD to finish these last thirty pages. And that meant having PEACE and QUIET. Something Shuichi never understood obviously! He gritted his teeth and proceeded to type faster, ideas pouring out of his brain at a rapid speed. Who the hell does Mizuki think she is…One week and half…She thinks I can't finish this earlier than that half week…Damn her! "Yuuuukiiiii: Another door was thrown open. "I'm HOOOOOME, KOI!" Well, that's obvious…Yuki thought bitterly with hint of sarcasm. Shuichi through his arms around his lover and held his tight, nuzzling and nipping at Yuki's sensitive ear lobe. "Mmmm." The blond's body tingled and he tried to resist taking the brat right there.
I have work, I have work, I have work….
Shuichi's advances though were too seductive.
"To hell with it!" He pulled the boy into his lap and began to attack Shuichi's neck with his lips.
"Ohhh, Yuki…" Dreamy voice.
FLASH!
"Not bad…" A figure murmured, snapping off another picture. "Not bad at all... This is SO hot."
FLASH!
(1) Just something Hiro's saying again that he said in the anime.
A/N: Oooo Genious, genious…Can I still keep it comedy? We'll see! The next chap should be the final one. Review please!
