A/N: Sorry I hadn't updated this... T-T Not many sent in suggestions for what to do with this, so it's going off of my pathetic whim. XD

Disclaimer: SooooooOOOOOOoooooOOOOO... yeah. I don't own anything. Don't sue. The end.

Drop Dead?

In the bedroom, Shuichi rested on the bed on his stomach, quietly sobbing in the pillow. Was it really so much to ask? Just for a little "I love you?" He was surprised when the door opened, and when a hand lightly touched his back.

"Hey, are you still awake?" His voice was deep, whispery, and sexy. Shuichi tried to play asleep, but he was quivering. "What, do I scare you?..." The blonde's sentence fell short as Shuichi looked up from the white pillow, his face red and wet from tears. "What's wrong?" The uke gave nothing more than a whimper for a reply. "Did I really upset you that much?" This time he received a nod. "I... come here." But Eiri leaned down anyway and kissed him. Not his usual greedy, pushing kiss, but a soft and tender embrace of lips. The timing was short as the seme pulled away. "I'm sorry." He whispered softly.

"That's not what I want to hear." Shuichi shook his head. "I don't want to hear any apologies. I want to hear--"

"I know what you want, but right now... I can't give you that."

"Why... not? Why ever the hell not?" He furrowed his eyebrows, but they rose as he was kissed in the same manner, except the release came when his partner's lips inched closer to his ear.

"I can't. I... just can't." Shuichi didn't understand, but he was willing to let it go... for the moment. Hands clawed at his lover's shirt and he reached for anything to hold onto... anything to keep him there...

The next morning, the pop star woke alone, sun in his eyes. He sat up and rubbed his eyes to the new day. He blankly recalled what happened the night before, and wondered where his lover went.

Out in the kitchen, Eiri was pouring his usual morning coffee. His newspaper sat on the table, begging to read. A soft, "good morning" scared him shitless and caused him to spill the hot liquid onto the table. "I'm sorry, did I scare you?"

"Of course you did! I always hear you get up so loudly and run out the bedroom door, so when a "good morning" comes from no where, I think it's some random reporter!"

"I'm a reporter now?"

"Just shut the hell up and give me a towel." Shuichi obeyed the command silently and handed Eiri the dishtowel from the sink. As the blonde began to wipe away the coffee, he saw his uke finish pouring his coffee out of the corner of his eye. "Thanks, brat." He took the cup, pausing a moment to observe him. "Why are you so quiet?"

"You're always saying I'm loud. I'm trying to be quiet."

"You're too quiet. It's scaring me." He thought about the previous night. "Are you still on this, 'You won't say you love me,' thing?"

"No. I'm just trying to be what you want me to be."

"I want you to be you. If you want me to say 'I love you,' then I have to say it to you, not the fake you're trying to be." Eiri shook his head. "Look, don't you have to be at work today?"

"Yeah, I know." Shuichi turned away and walked towards the bedroom so he could change and shower before leaving.

A/N: Short? Yes. I apologize. I couldn't think of anything better than that. ;.;

So, how was it? Bad? Give me some suggestions. They help! Yeah... I'm sorry it took so long. I went to make the third update for the night, but when I opened the document, I realised that I had already begun the next chapter! So... yeah.

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