It's been six days since you left
I'm lookin' out the door.
It's raining pieces of our love letters-
"ARGH!" Shuichi pouted as he crumpled up yet another failed song. "Why can't I write anything?"
Eiri smirked from where he was writing his next novel, which was, of course, on the couch.
"I don't know. I'm writing quite fine over here. It's coming along quite smoothly here." He stated. Shuichi whirled around and glared at him, a finger pointed at his chest.
"It's you! You're draining my creativity!" He accused. "You're stealing it and using it to write your own stories! You thief!"
Eiri blinked.
"How would I do that?" He questioned. His pink-haired lover threw up his hands.
"I don't know!" He said, frustrated. "It's something with you romance novel writers!"
"Oh, so now you're pinning it on my writing?" Eiri teased.
Shuichi growled again, frustrated, and Eiri softened.
"It's just a little writer's block. Come here." The blonde beckoned and the singer crawled into his lap.
"I'm just stressed..." Shuichi pouted. Eiri grinned and kissed him.
"I bet I know how to help you loosen up..."
"Oh!"
"Shuichi, these are great!" Claude "K" exclaimed, examining the songs that Shuichi had handed in. "How did you do it?"
Shuichi and Eiri looked at each other, and grinned at K. (Okay, Eiri smirked, but that's beside the point.)
"You don't want to know." They said in unison.
AN: I know, I know, lame, short, blah, blah, blah...dedicated to Fenikkuso Koi, one of my earlier fans. Have fun!