Disc. I don't own these characters. I wish I did.
Ooh! Revised version! R&R... Constructive criticism's okay... If you flame, however, LEAVE YOUR E-MAIL. I'd want to reply to your flamage directly.
It Was A Dark And Stormy Night...
A dark-haired teen sat by the window. It has been raining for nearly four days straight and he was bored out of his mind, to put it mildly. A localized power outage just so happened to have effected NG and the surrounding area, meaning that he couldn't go to work and that he had about seven hours more unwanted free time. It also meant that when he finally did manage to get to work, he'd have to alternate between dodging bullets and criticism just to be able to make that stupid release deadline.
Also, Yuki was being mean.
He refused to drive him anywhere, even if he insisted that just a little half-hour drive would keep him out of Yuki's hair for maybe a whole entire day. Yuki spoke sharply without turning away from his work; He doubted that a drive through the torrential rain would satisfy Shuichi's restlessness for even a minute, and that he didn't really want to be stuck in a traffic jam or a puddle two feet deep with an annoying kid, especially when he had a story to finish.
"I have a deadline, too. That doesn't stop me from - "
"Annoying me constantly?"
"NO. That's not what I was going to say. I was going to..."
Shuichi peered at the computer screen.
"Hey, Yuki?"
The author grunted in reply.
"When are you gonna be finished?"
"Whenever I'm finished."
With a sigh, Shuichi put his arm through Yuki's and placed his head on his shoulder. After a few strained clicks of the keyboard;
"I can't type with you like that."
"Sorry."
Yuki continued his typing. A minute later;
"You're breathing down my neck."
"Sorry!"
Click-click-click-click-click-cli-
"You're on my mouse pad."
"SORRY!" Shuichi wailed.
"Why don't you go to bed? You're much less annoying when you sleep. "
"Hey, that's-"
"Can't you just LEAVE?"
"FINE! I'm going! To bed!"
"Good."
"Fine."
"Good!"
"Fine!"
"GOOD!"
"FINE!"
A crash of thunder interrupted their bickering. All the lights in the house save for Yuki's laptop screen went out. A gentle whimper came from behind him.
"I never knew you were afraid of the dark, Shindou."
"I'm not. I'm scared of the storm."
"Oh, that's so much better."
"You're being mean again, Yuki."
Another grunt.
"Night, Eiri-san."
"Don't call me that."
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Shuichi lay awake in the bed. A flash of lightning illuminated his wide eyes before he closed them tightly in fear. He could hear Yuki typing from the next room, the steady clatter of the keys lulling him past consciousness until the next thunder clap.
He knew the fear was irrational.
But ever since the time Hiro and him had gone camping and they had been caught in the storm... He still could remember the noise the tree had made when it had toppled onto his best friend, nearly killing him. He would never forget...
He cocooned himself within the sheets and shouted for Yuki.
There was one more huge explosion of sound before Shuichi launched himself from the bed and into the adjoining room.
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"Yuki."
He could hear him calling from the next room. Stupid kid. Like a baby.
"Yuki."
He tried to block out the noise and hunched over the keyboard. He needed to finish this story before the reserve battery power ran out.
"Sachi; how could you ever think I didn't love you?" Tetsuko's heart ached at the downcast eyes of the women before him.
Yuki rubbed his eyes and read over his work. Women? God, This was sounding like something Tatsuha would do.
"Yuki."
"I love you. You can't ever forget that. Never." He bent to kiss her gently. He took her hand gedfshtnsush ssgt ger
Another crash of lightning startled the author.
"Yuki."
He sighed and held down the Delete key.
Tetsuko's heart ached at the downcast eyes of the woman before him. "I love you. You can't ever forget that. Never." He bent to kiss her gently. He took her hand and brought it to his lips. As the last rays of sunset disappeared from the sky,
"Yuki."
he made a silent promise that he would never hurt her again.
There. He was finished. Tomorrow when his editor came over, he would hand her the disk with a smug look on his face and she would say how impressed she was that he had made the deadline without her hassling him about it. Hopefully, Shuichi would be out of the house and wouldn't embarrass himself in front of a grownup. Maybe if he was in the house, He would stay quiet while she was here and maybe Yuki would take him someplace after, or maybe-
Another eruption of noise filled the air. He could feel the whole apartment building shake.
"YUKIIIII!"
He stood and turned abruptly before something dove into his chest at high speed. His hand fell onto the desk in a vain effort to sturdy himself. He gasped as he realized that the keyboard was under his fingers.
Yuki turned back towards the computer and Shuichi was simultaneously dislodged from his waist.
His eyes widened as he studied the empty screen.
"No..."
He tapped a few keys.
"That's supposed to bring it back... This can't be happening! Please, please, please!"
"Y-Yuki?"
"Please, please..."
"Are you done?"
Smoldering blue eyes frightened him into silence.
"What do you mean, am I done?" Yuki's vehement hiss brought out another whimper.
"I...I-"
"You just deleted my entire story, dammit! How can I be done if it's as if I've never even started?"
"I'm sorry, Yu- I'm sorry..."
"Sorry? SORRY! Well guess what! This time sorry isn't good enough!"
Sobs shook the younger one's body.
"So you're crying now. Crying's not gonna bring my story back!"
"Yuki..."
"Shut up. You should have left a long time ago."
He began to turn back to the glowing computer screen.
"Yuki? Is there any way I could help? Because I-"
"I said shut UP!"
Shuichi staggered back as blood began to spurt from his nose.
"You hit me."
Stars danced behind his eyes. He hadn't even seen the fist that had come up to connect with the side of his skull.
"Yuki!"
He bent, stomach twisting. He had to get out of here before...
"Stop it..." He choked and almost threw up.
"Get out."
A low growl caused him to look up.
"Yuki..."
"GET OUT!"
With an expression of pure terror, Shuichi turned and ran. He left the apartment and nearly fell down the darkened stairwell. He left the building and was instantly drenched in a flood of torrential rain. He left the life he had grown accustomed to, and the person he had loved for so long.
He arrived at the apartment of his best friend, Hiroshi Nakano, dripping as he stood outside the door. Tears and blood mingled on his face.
The door opened.
"Oh my god, Shuichi..."
That was the last thing he remembered before his world was plunged into darkness.
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"Damn him."
Yuki finished retyping the fifth page of his deleted story. A dejected sigh, then the last click of the night as he pressed the Exit button.
Save changes to 'Untitled Document' ?
"What the-?"
He looked at the bottom of the screen and saw the two tabs indicating the two documents opened. He minimised the window labled 'Untitled Document'. Blood drained from his face.
he made a silent promise that he would never hurt her again.
His story.
When he hit the keyboard... He must have... the 'New Document' command... No wonder the 'Undo' didn't work... It was on a different page entirely.
"Oh my god..."
He sank further in his chair and dropped his head back onto the seat.
He'd have some explaining to do in the morning.
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A/N: In case you didn't know, what happened is that when Yuki touched his keyboard, he also opened a new document. I did that once and I freaked out for a full ten minutes before I realized that there were two programs open at the bottom of the screen.