Author's Note: Ok. Here it is. Something actually happens in this chapter.
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Shuichi returned home well after eleven, exhausted from another recording session from hell. He found Yuki on the couch, reading a competitor's novel. Yuki barely glanced up at the boy, before Shuichi began to ramble.
"I'm sorry Yuki! I didn't know I was going to be out so late! Cos…. Cos… K jus told us we had a deadline to make, and we had to do half of a CD today! And then Mr. Seguchi said you had called, and he said you sounded annoyed, or were you worried…? Yuki, were you worried about me!" A grin plastered itself across Shuichi's face at that last thought, and he allowed himself to have a bit of hope.
Yuki lowered his book, and got up. "No, I was hungry. Do you want me to heat up dinner?" he asked, walking to the kitchen.
"Mhm." Shuichi kicked off his shoes and followed Yuki. "Yuki?"
"What?"
"What's on your face?"
Yuki cringed slightly. "I couldn't get it off," he admitted. "Why, do you have a problem?"
"No." Shuichi pouted slightly. "Do you want help?"
"Just tell me how to get it off."
"You can't, really."
"… Oh."
Shuichi opened his mouth to ask why Yuki had it on in the first place, but then decided against it. Instead he asked "Were you waiting long?"
"I slept." Yuki took a pot out of the fridge, emptying it onto plate and shoving it in the microwave. "Weren't you recording all day?"
"Yeah, why?" Shuichi raised an eyebrow.
"Shouldn't you drink something for your voice?" Yuki turned away, reaching into another cabinet.
"I guess." Shuichi walked up behind Yuki, wrapping his arms around his waist. "See, you do care."
Yuki flinched slightly, before he pulled out the herbal tea. "Don't get used to it." Setting the teapot on, he pulled out a mug, putting in a tea bag. Yuki turned around, looking down at the mess of pink hair, a slight scowl appearing on his features.
"Can't I cling to you for a little while?" Shuichi asked, a bit hurt. Yuki remained silent as he lifted up a hand to run through the boy's hair. Shuichi let out a small purr as Yuki's other arm was around his waist.
"Aren't you already?" Yuki finally said, before the microwave beeped, ruining their moment. Shuichi cursed food and Yuki cursed technology, neither letting the other know. Yuki pulled out the plate and handed it to Shuichi, who only stared at him. "It's not hot, moron," he assured him. After realizing that Yuki was holding the plate himself, Shuichi smiled and took the plate, sitting down at the table. Yuki waited for the teapot to whistle, filling the mug with hot water after it did. He carried it over to Shuichi.
"It's hot." Yuki left to go back to his book before Shuichi could make a bad pun. Shuichi pouted before going back to his food. He ate half, and then picked at the rest. Yuki always made too much food. Deciding he wasn't going to eat anymore, Shuichi got up and threw it into the trash can. Quite frankly, if Yuki hadn't taken the time to make him tea, Shuichi wouldn't have drunk it. He did, and then went to go find Yuki again, in his usual spot.
Shuichi sat down next to him, drawing his knees up to his chin. Leaning his head on Yuki's shoulder, Shuichi let himself close his eyes.
-That- was a mistake. No sooner had he let his eyelids drop than Yuki had him on his back on the couch, hands pinned over his head.
"Y-Yuki?" Shuichi began to wonder if Yuki was going senile. Yuki leaned in and kissed him, not gently at first like usual, but fiercely, almost possessively.
Then again, Shuichi decided that if Yuki was going senile, he liked it. Just as harshly as Yuki had started, he pulled away. "Don't come home that late again."
Deciding not to protest over how it actually wasn't very late at all, Shuichi simply nodded. "If I do, will you do that again?" He asked with a smirk.
"No." Yuki pulled away, and sat up again. Shuichi frowned, sitting up as well.
"What does the tear drop mean?" he asked, unable to further hold it in.
Yuki looked at Shuichi with a twisted grin. "It's for all the people I've killed." He said with a sadistic undertone.
Considerably taken aback, Shuichi remained quiet.
"Scared?"
"… No." Shuichi lied blatantly.
Yuki smirked. The brat was off his case. "Now, if there are no more questions about my mentality, I'm going to bed." Yuki got up but felt a tug on his shirt tail.
"Don't go."
"Why?" Yuki looked at the boy with narrowed eyes.
"Because I don't want to be alone."
Yuki laughed, but it was a dark laugh, full of sarcasm. "You're amazing."
"How's that?"
"You left me alone all day, without even a phone call as to whether or not I should have dinner without you, and now you don't want to be alone?"
"Yuki…"
"You're just like all of them, you know, as long as you're happy, nothing else matters."
"Yuki, that's not true, and you know it."
Yuki however, had lost patience. "If you want me, I'll be in bed," was all he said before he left for the bedroom.
Review. Smut in next chapter. I hate QuickEdit.
