Title: The Time after Shuichi Watched Dune
Author: Emeraldjade
Rating: G. Totally clean fluff
Pairing: Yuki/Shuichi who else?
Summary: Shuuchi's easily influenced. And he had been watching too much western films lately. Oh the things he picks up..he's likely to have Yuki climbing up a wall!
Disclaimer: Last time i checked the name in my birth certificate's not maki murakami so i dont own this. neither do i own Spice. i have no money in the bank, honest.
Thanks for the reviews guys...
Dr Lucia: Thanks for the review. No its not dumb! I actually did that as well with my sisters. Of course I don't have the katana, but I do have the lightsaber…..
Cleo: Cleo-chan! Yuki and Shu-chan's a really cute couple. I don't much like heavy and dark fics about gravi coz the manga isn't like that at all. It's the total opposite.
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Now that's over and done with let's get on with the show shall we?
Yuki knew, just knew that 15 minutes was too much to ask. Less than 5 minutes after he made a bet with Shuichi that if stayed quiet for 15 minutes straight, Yuki would play with him, the silence was broken by a quiet...
"Ne, Yuki?"
"What is it, brat?" Yuki sighed, not bothering to move from his space in front of the laptop. The clickety-clack of the keys not faltering in its steady rhythm.
"Do you think if I take enough medicine I can fold space?" Yuki could literary see Shuichi cock his head sideways, wonderingly, thinking seriously about his question. He wondered if anyone could possibly be dumber than his pink-haired baka.
"What?"
"I was thinking. You know, when I'm on tour and we have to separate for ages and ages—" Shuichi rolled to his back from his position on the floor.
Yuki quickly interrupted the possible long-winded explanation. He stopped his typing, turned his swivel chair, grabbed his smouldering cigarette from the ashtray beside his copies of today's newspapers and looked downwards at Shuichi lying in his feet. "You're only gone 3 months maximum and you call 3 times a day anyway…"
Shuichi pursed his pink lips in an adorable moue (Inner Yuki: 'Adorable?' Fuck!). "Ne, Yuki, that's not the point. It's just, wouldn't it be nice, you know, when I want to, I can just reach out in the distance, concentrate and I'll be home, just like that?"
"Hn. And destroy my peace and quiet?" Yuki leaned his back in the back support and exhaled the smoke up.
"Yuki, you meanie! I just miss you a lot you know!" Shuichi sat up suddenly with the same pout on his face.
Yuki looked at him drolly. "And what's this about medicine?" he said, curious despite of himself.
"Oh, just something I saw in a movie." Shuichi waved his hands in front of him dismissively. "They call it 'spice' there. When you take a lot of it you can fold space and travel long ways, just like that! But they do go all wrinkly." Hescrunched his nose.
"One of those movie eh?" Yuki said as he ground the remains of his cigarette in the empty coffee cup next to his pen holder.
"Hiro told me there's no such thing as'spice' but—"
"But nothing, brat! You are not to inject or swallow any medicine without showing it to me first is that understood?" He looked at Shuichi with a hard glint in his eyes. Shuichi took this as the 'don't-mess-with-me-or-you'll-regret-it' face. He swallowed hard.
But he still had to try. "Ne, Yuki—"
Yuki chose to act temporarily deaf. "Good."
"Yuki, how am I to see you then!" Shuichi said as he jumped from his position on the floor to Yuki's warm lap. He wrapped his arms around Yuki's neck as he looked at him with troubled eyes.
Yuki kissed his stupid baka's pert nose and said "That's what trains are for, baka."
End Drabble 3
A/N: I know i said in the previews chapter that this drabble would be about Bladerunner, sorry but i got hit by this plot bunny so suddenly, it kept pestering me too, i just couldnt resist. hope you like it and i promise to post more soon.
Next Time: The Time After Shuichi Watched Billy Elliot
