Two men sat on a park bench looking at the people walking by. One was a pink-haired singer, and the other a blonde writer. They both were in love with one another. One was indulged in a book, and the other was looking around the park when he caught a glimpse of the swings. Shuichi eased over to the swings. Leaping onto one he swayed to and fro.
"Yuki watch me," he squealed.
"Not now twit," Eiri Yuki said in a solemn but stern tone.
Shuichi continued to sway on the swings. As he moved in every direction, he noticed things he hadn't seen in his previous view. His hair waved in the breeze during the swing's slightly predictable movements.
Yuki sighed and closed his book. "Come on silly, let's go home" He stood, his eyes watching his lover.
"Please, just few more minutes, Yuuukki, PLEASE?" The singer whined from his perch on the playground equipment.
"Fine, but only a few," he smiled while watching the pink haired bundle of energy settle back into the swing.
All too soon the familiar music came rumbling down the street. It was the ice cream truck, which all kids enjoy. Several little children ran towards it as if bulls in a stampede. Shuichi followed in the same manner and speed, and Yuki slowly sauntered after his partner rolling his eyes slightly.
Shuichi and Yuki began to discuss what they wanted.
"Ice Cream!" Shuichi suggested. Yuki however turned the notion down and in the end they both had received multicolored Popsicles. Yuki had a lemon-line popsicle, and Shuichi had a strawberry-banana.
They made their way back to their home, and slowly at on their respective frozen treats. The singer looked at his Popsicle and then at the author's. "Yuki's looks better than mine!" Shuichi decided that they should switch treats with each other, and after much protest from Yuki, they did. Even though the blonde writer got the raw end of the deal (Shuichi had almost finished his by then), he didn't mind it. Standing, he walked off to the kicthen to begin decided what they should eat for dinner. This left singer alone. Instead of following Yuki he closed his blue eyes and began thinking of the lives they were living and how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Shuichi.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Yuki pulled out the rice maker and searched for ingredients he would like to use. Silently debating on what he should cook , the amber eyed author had an idea. I'll make a few of each and see what he likes the most. Yuki worked furiously in the kitchen. Knives chopped, water boiled, dishes clanged, and feet slid across the floor as he prepared their evening meal. He finally combined the ingredients into their own respective rice balls, and placed them onto a tray. Carefully, he carried the tray into the room and placed it on the table in front of the sofá.
Shuichi came out of his trance and they both sat down and began to eat. Yuki suddenly remembered he forgot to bring in the Green Tea, so he walked back into the kitchen once more and brought out a piping hot kettle and two saucers with coordinating cups. Turning on the television, they both watched a few new stories together. After awhile, Shu was a felt a bit drowsy, so he leaned on Yuki for support. A few minutes later, the pink haired boy was asleep in the blondes' lap. The tea must have had a soporific effect on him. Eiri thought, smiling kindly he soon drifted into dreamland as well.
The next morning they both awoke to the sound of their alarm clock. Even though the small object was in there bedroom, they still managed to hear it. Yawning, the pair gave each other a small kiss and started to prepare for the days events. Shuichi had a concert to prepare for and Yuki had a manuscript he should have begun writing yesterday since his editor was coming for a visit soon. Running around the house feverishly, the Bad Luck singer searched for his blue shorts, T-shirts, shoes, and suitcases. He was leaving on tour with Bad Luck to Europe that very night. Hiro is going to kill me if I'm late. Shuichi thought. Hopefully, he would have time to come back and pack some more before they left. Yuki however, simply walked over into the next room and sat at his desk. Pulling out a pen, paper, and pencil. Annoyed at the fact his partner had waited to the last minute and now was running around the house in frenzy, He decided to help him. This way he'd be late but able to get some work done as well.
A knock came from the front door. Shuichi gathered his things into his suitcases as the author went to answer the door. Hiroshi, Shu's friend, stood at the door. Yuki welcomed Bad Luck's guitarist inside "You rode your motorcycle here?" Yuki asked. "No. K is going to drive us." Hiro answered. Looking at his watch Hiro yelled: "Shuichi are you ready yet?" The pink-haired singer bounced into the room dragging a suitcase and some other packages and bags. Yuki stared in amazement. How had he gotten the rest of that packed in a matter of seconds?
"Yea Hiro" said Shuichi out of breath. Hiro said good-bye to the author and took some of Shu's bags to the car. After a short ride on the elevator they were on the ground level. Yuki watched as the pair put the luggage into the car.
The pink haired singer clung to Yuki. "I don't want to leave you!" Yuki pried him off and sighed. "I'll be fine. Besides, you have to go."
"But-" said Hiro came as he came back, "Sorry to interrupt you two, but we have to hurry to our last practice in Tokyo before we go to the States to practice in preparation for our first concert in the US. The concert is in Las Vegas."
Giving Yuki a kiss and a huge hug Shuichi ran to the car and hopped in. Hiro cracked a quick and yet slyly noticeable smile.
Speeding off, Yuki headed back into the apartment.
Later on in the car as K drove, Hiro had fallen asleep due to the late night practice he had forced upon himself the day before. "Shindou-san when you arrive in the States in Burbank, CA, don't forget to ask the clerk about the rental car under my name, okay?"
Shuichi gave K a thumbs up and said, "Sure, K, I won't forget. I promise," as he gave a second thumbs up using his other hand and was slowly and inevitably lulled dreamland as well due to the car soft rumbling effect.
TBC...
