Shuichi woke up to K standing over him with a gun pointed at his head. Sighing, Shuichi got out of bed. He showered and dressed, and he was able to get to work without being shot at. Thursday was looking up for Shuichi.
He entered the studio and nodded at Suguru, who looked a little paler than usual. Hiro wasn't there yet.
"What's wrong, Suguru?"
Suguru took one look at Shuichi and fainted. The pink haired singer frowned. 'Did I do something?'
The door opened and Hiro walked in. "What'd you do to Suguru?" he asked.
"Hi to you, too, Hiro. And I didn't do anything to him. He looked at me and fainted."
Hiro laughed, and Shuichi glared at him. "Tomorrow is his date with Maiko-chan, right?" Shuichi nodded. "I think he's scared he's going to do something and Maiko is going to sick you on him."
Shuichi laughed. 'That would explain it,' he thought. Out loud, he said, "I wouldn't hurt him." At Hiro's blank look, he sighed. "Okay, I would, but he'd still be able to play for us."
Hiro smiled.
It took another forty-five minutes to wake Suguru up, and they began recording the last song.
Four hours later, they were done.
"WOOHOO!" screamed Shuichi. "WE'RE DONE!"
Hiro whooped, and Suguru smiled brightly. "Let's go celebrate," Hiro suggested.
Shuichi looked at him. "You don't want to prepare for Ayaka?"
Hiro shook his head. "There's not much I can do until tomorrow, anyway. Let's go hang out. Unless you want to finish your novella for Yuki-san…"
Shuichi smiled. "Naw. I've only got one chapter left. I stayed up really late last night and finished the sixth chapter while Yuki was asleep."
Hiro looked at the last member of their group. "You up for it, Suguru? We can give you tips for your date tomorrow."
Suguru smiled shakily. "No, thank you. I'm going to go home."
Shuichi and Hiro shrugged. "Suit yourself," Shuichi said. "But remember what I said, Suguru. I was serious."
Suguru swallowed and nodded. Bowing to K and Reiji, he left.
"So, what do you want to do, Shu?"
Shuichi shrugged. "Want to go to the arcade?"
Hiro thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. "Sure."
Saying bye to K and Reiji, the two friends left.
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Eiri was frustrated. He knew what type of melody he wanted for the song, but he couldn't get it right. Glancing at the clock, he realized he had two hours before he had to leave for the studio.
Tohma had called earlier that morning to tell Eiri that Bad Luck would be done recording around noon, so he could have their booth to record his song.
The blonde scowled at the keyboard. He had just thought he'd give the lyrics to Shuichi, maybe even sing the song to him after dinner, but recording it had never crossed his mind. He didn't even know why he had agreed to Tohma's suggestion.
The only explanation he could think of was that he was going soft.
Sighing, Eiri looked back down at the keyboard. He just had to get the last part of the arrangement right, and he'd be done.
Trying it again, Eiri listened with a critical ear. After he had perfected the last part, he put in a blank disk and began to record the musical arrangement onto it. When that was finished, he replayed the music and sang the lyrics.
The writer smiled. It was perfect.
Looking at the clock, he realized that he had half an hour to get to the studio.
Eiri took a shower, dressed, and pocketed the disk with the arrangement along with his lyrics. Satisfied that he had everything, he left for the studio.
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Shuichi opened the door to the apartment at four, and quietly took off his shoes. Gliding through the living room, the pink haired man realized that it was too quiet. Making his way to Yuki's office, he was surprised to find it empty.
Shuichi pouted. He should have realized it was too good to be true. Yuki wasn't home the one day that he had gotten home early. Sighing, Shuichi made his way into their bedroom and pulled his laptop out from between the mattress on his side. He knew Yuki would snoop around through his computer if he had the chance, just like Shuichi would snoop Yuki's if it didn't have so many password-protected features.
Powering on the laptop, Shuichi settled onto the bed. Browsing through his documents, he finally found the one he wanted. Clicking on it, the document opened up. Quickly reading over what he'd written already, Shuichi continued where he'd left off.
It was the end of the story, and the pink haired singer already knew exactly how the story ended, so it didn't take him long to finish the story. Seven pages per chapter. Seven chapters. Forty-nine pages total.
Clicking on the "SAVE" icon, Shuichi smiled. It was done.
Getting up off the bed, Shuichi made his way back to the office, laptop in tow. Hooking the laptop up to the printer, the pink haired man printed out his story.
"Now," Shuichi whispered into the empty room, "All I have to do is call Yuki's editor, and she'll have it bound." Smiling like an idiot, Shuichi pulled out his cell phone and made the call.
Several minutes later, Shuichi grabbed his manuscript and was on his way to meet with Mizuki.
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Eiri looked at his watch. It was 6 pm. Shuichi was probably already home, no doubt worried about him. The blonde smiled. He hadn't really seen his lover since Monday, and here it was already Thursday.
Eiri pulled up in front of their apartment. Locking up his car, he noticed with dismay that the lights in the apartment were off. Which meant Shuichi wasn't home yet.
Eiri frowned. 'Maybe he went out with Nakano.'
Without another thought, he made his way up to the apartment and let himself in.
He was greeted with quiet. Taking his shoes off, the writer made his way to the kitchen. Looking around the cupboards, he began thinking about what he could make for dinner. Deciding that they hadn't had Italian for a while, the blonde decided that spaghetti would be good enough.
Eiri had just started to boil the water when Shuichi came home. "YUKI!"
The blonde smiled. "In the kitchen."
Shuichi bounded in the kitchen. Eiri couldn't help but notice that his lover looked very happy about something. "What are you so happy about, brat?"
Shuichi just smiled even wider. "Nothing, Yuki. I'll be right back."
Just like that, Shuichi left the kitchen. Eiri just shook his head and continued cooking. Twenty minutes later, the spaghetti was done, as well as the salad.
Shuichi and Eiri sat down at the table and prepared to eat.
"Umm… Yuki?"
Eiri looked up from his food. Shuichi was staring at him, and, for some reason, he felt the need to blush. "What?"
Shuichi smiled. "What did you do today?"
Eiri stared at Shuichi. 'Does he know?' Looking at the singer, he responded warily, "Why do you want to know, brat?"
Shuichi pouted cutely. "I was just trying to make conversation."
Eiri sighed. Of course Shuichi didn't know. The only other person who knew about his day was Tohma, and he wouldn't tell Eiri's boyfriend. "I went out for a while."
"Do anything interesting?"
Eiri scowled at Shuichi. He wasn't going to get out of conversation with the vocalist, so he said, "Not really. Had to see Tohma about something."
His boyfriend nodded knowingly. Eiri and Tohma only got along when necessary, so, in the pink haired man's mind, his poor Yuki must have been annoyed beyond belief all day.
Eiri looked at his boyfriend, wondering, not for the first time, what the vocalist was thinking. "What did you do today?"
Shuichi pondered the question. I can't tell him I met with Mizuki-sama, he thought. "I went to the arcade with Hiro."
"Is that all?"
Shuichi eyed Eiri suspiciously. Does he know? "We finished recording the last song on the CD, so we have tomorrow off."
"Really? What are you planning to do all day? I have work, you know, so I won't be able to play any of your stupid games."
The pink haired man smiled. That's my Yuki. "Me and Hiro are going shopping. I'll be home in time to get ready for dinner."
Eiri chewed his spaghetti thoughtfully. Shuichi was going to be out of the house all day, so he wouldn't be home when Tohma dropped by with the CD, or when the last part of his anniversary gift arrived. "Good. I'll have quiet."
The two men looked at each other and smiled. Shuichi knew Eiri well enough to know that he didn't mean any of the seemingly mean and rude things that he said.
The rest of dinner was enjoyed in a comfortable silence.
Shuichi gathered up the dishes and began washing them while Eiri put the leftovers in the refrigerator. After tidying up the kitchen and putting the dishes away, Eiri and Shuichi made their way to bed.
Quietly, the two men undressed and changed into their pajamas. Eiri chanced a glance at Shuichi and noted with dismay that his lover was wearing his Nittle Grasper pajamas bottoms. "You are not wearing those in my bed, brat."
Shuichi looked at Eiri, mischief sparkling in his violet eyes. "Why not?"'
"You know why."
The violet-eyed singer blinked innocently, and Eiri groaned. He was not going to say it. Nothing in this lifetime would make him say why.
Shuichi started walking slowly toward his boyfriend. Knowing that he had the older man's undivided attention, he swayed his hips slightly.
Eiri's eyes dropped to his boyfriend's hips. Licking his lips, he continued silently chanting I'm not saying it, I'm not saying it…
The vocalist stood directly in front of the writer. Placing one hand on Eiri's bare chest, Shuichi stood on tiptoe and whispered, "Tell me." Flicking his tongue against the blonde's ear. "Please."
Eiri shivered against the feel of his lover's tongue on his ear. He could feel his resolve wavering. He was horny as hell, and he knew if he didn't give the younger man what he wanted, then the blonde wouldn't get what he wanted.
The writer captured his lover's mouth in a kiss. Pulling Shuichi tightly against his chest, he traces the younger man's mouth with his tongue, requesting entrance. The smaller man's mouth opened, and Eiri thrust his tongue into Shuichi's mouth.
Eiri pulled away a moment later, and whispered in Shuichi's ear, "They remind me of Tohma. Take them off."
Shuichi shivered against Eiri, opened, and Eiri thrust his tongue into Shuichi's mouth.
Eiri pulled away a moment later, and whispered in Shuichi's ear, "They remind me of Tohma. Take them off."
Shuichi shivered against Eiri, reveling in the sound of his lover's voice against his ear. Arching into his boyfriend, he whispered, "Make me."
Eiri smiled. He turned his head and caught Shuichi's lips, but it was Shuichi who thrust his tongue into Eiri's mouth.
Eiri moaned, and Shuichi smiled. It wasn't often that Shuichi was the aggressor, and he knew that Eiri loved it when he did.
A sudden tugging at his waist indicated that his lover had taken his challenge seriously, and within minutes, Shuichi's pajama bottoms were off and discarded on the floor near Eiri's boxers.
AN: Another part down… Only two more parts to go! Next part will be up tomorrow or later on tonight. Don't forget to review!
