What will Yuki do all alone at home today? Do you think he'll get lonely? Oh, I hope not...poor Yuki... And we all know who owns these characters, and it's not me.

Yuki leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes, shutting his laptop for the time being. He reached for his cigarettes but found the pack empty. That was strange. He'd just opened it last night...

With an irritated growl, he stood up and stretched, heading for the bedroom. The sheets were still disheveled and called to him temptingly, but he stooped at the bedside table and pulled out another pack from the bottom drawer. It was only when he took a relieved drag from his cigarette that he realized Shuichi hadn't woken him up that morning.

The lively musician normal woke him up by bounding into bed to kiss him goodbye. It was unusual, but he didn't see it as a bad thing at all. As Shuichi had predicted, he'd completely forgotten about last night and the threat his lover had made.

When his cigarette was gone, Yuki resigned himself to a few more hours of work. Figuring that Shuichi had been in a rush or a bad mood, he decided he'd call it an early day and cook something special for the pink haired bundle of energy if he finished a few more chapters. Not too special, just special enough...

He had a cigarette in his mouth while he cooked. With skill gleaned from years of practice, he knew exactly how many puffs he could take before he was in danger of getting ashes in the food.

Unfortunately, he seemed somewhat distracted. Distracted enough to let half an inch of peppery grey burned tobacco dropped into the dish he was stirring. With a frustrated curse, he threw out all of his preparations and started from scratch, now determined to have the perfect meal for his young lover. But he was running out of time. He lit another cigarette, his last one nothing but a butt, and worked at a frantic pace.

Two hours later he threw out his second meal, more than a little upset that Shuichi still hadn't returned. Not even so much as a phone call! Not that he was worried. He was just pissed.

And out of cigarettes again. How did that happen?

But when Yuki examined the ashtray he'd set on the table in front of him, it clearly attested to the fact that he'd just smoked almost an entire pack. He returned to the bedroom, taking out his third pack of the day as he threw himself onto the bed. It was getting dark, and he couldn't see any reason for his lover not to have returned. He lit up another cigarette and took his irritation out on it by chewing the stick into ragged pieces.

"Stop smoking. Or-or I'll leave. For good."

"You've got to be kidding me." He spit out the chewed up remained of his last smoke and defiantly lit another one. But he couldn't stand sitting in the dark. Yuki took his cigarettes to his study and reopened the abandoned laptop, cracking his knuckles in preparation for what he thought might be a long night.

When he ran out of cigarettes and energy 7 hours later, the sun was coming up. Shuichi still wasn't home.

And there was only one more pack of cigarettes in the drawer.

"I'm starving..." Shuichi moaned into the microphone. Not to mention dead tired. There were no windows, but he knew they'd been on lock down in the studio for at least 24 hours.

"Just get out this last track and we can eat something." Hiro was trying to be calm and unaffected, but a loud rumble from his stomach upset the composed facade.

"Please try to focus, Shindou." Suguru had given up appearances long ago. He pleaded for Shuichi to lay the vocals down again, though it was the dozenth time they'd gone over this song.

K remained untroubled by the fate of his band. "You'll be in for much worse if you don't get this album done in the next 48 hours." He sat on a stool in the corner, polishing his AK-47 to a glossy sheen.

"We still have 10 songs. We'll never make it!" Suguru slumped dejectedly over his keyboard. Shuichi moaned again about his hunger and Hiro didn't have the energy to cheer them on anymore.

"I'm sure your lover boy slept good last night, Shuichi." K cackled, out of the blue.

The vocalist immediately straightened up. "Yuuuukkkkiiiiiii!" He grabbed his mic. "Come on guys, only 10 more tracks after this!" Hiro and Fujisaki exchanged knowing looks and began to catch their lead singer's momentary enthusiasm. They nailed the recording.

"Well, it looks like you've earned your reward." K pulled out a cell phone and called someone upstairs. "They've finished, you can bring down their table scraps now. But hurry up, our boys still have plenty of work to do!"

The three groaned collectively, but they knew that food was on the way. They'd need it to get through the next two days.

"I hope it's something nice," Suguru sighed.

"I could go for a steak or something. But even instant noodles would be a king's banquet right now." Hiro said.

"I wish it were Yuki..."

Day one went well for everyone, right? Well, I enjoyed it... I wonder what will happen tomorrow (because right now, I really don't know...).