"Why'd you stomp off like that, Yuki?" Shuichi was in the process of a very annoying whining session trying to get to the bottom of the mystery surrounding why Yuki had suddenly stomped out of Tohma's office as thought the devil himself were on his heels. The author hadn't even thought to wait for poor Shu-chan who found himself stuck until K (on one of his many trips around the building while waiting for Sakano) had picked him up and offered to give him a lift. It had been embarrassing to say the least, and K laughing at the humor of it all hadn't helped a bit.

"I felt like it." Yuki said coldly and would have shut the door in the singer's face if it hadn't been for the fact that Shuichi was paying for the room. Damn his human greed.

"But why?" Shuichi whined. He was obviously not the brightest seeing as Yuki had clearly stated what it was that made him do what he did. Did Shuichi have a hearing problem on top of his insane bipolar mental disorder thingy? Yuki had felt like it and when Yuki feels like doing something, it most likely will get done. Novels don't really count much because EVERYONE procrastinates about those types of things. "I had to get a ride with K-san and...(insert pitiful sniffs here) He (sniffle)...He laughed at me! (The dam broke and tears began to flow)"

Yuki was trying to forcefully restrain himself from smashing his laptop over his head and ending the torture. Shuichi was busy creating the Sea of Japan in the hotel room. Somehow Kumagoro flew past the window with a mustache on laughing like a maniac. Of course he was gone from all record two seconds later and no one noticed him go missing.

Ten minutes, and a random rubber duckie floating by in one of the many puddles of tears, later saw Yuki sitting calmly with earplugs in writing something that looked oddly like a hate letter to one Seguchi Tohma that had an attached virus along for the ride. The message read:

Dear President Dude,

You suck. I'm bored. How dare you ever think that you can do all the things you do and escape redemption. I'd like to see you worm your way out of explaining why everything on your computer has suddenly disappeared. Good luck then. And stay out of my sock drawer, I knew it was you all along.

Once again you suck,

Eiri Yuki. (I laugh at you on the inside, outside I...well...I laugh there too.)

Bet you thought he was going write something elegent, or something at least vauglely intelligent... He was tired okay. Get over it.

Shuichi walked over just as the send button was hit and another ripple was sent out. All these damn ripples are giving me a headache. A recap for me and the others that are completely confused is in order. I completely forgot who was out to get who at the moment.

Let's see here. Everyone is mad at Yuki and Shuichi because of the havoc mentioned in the first chapter. Hiro, Suguru, K, and Ryuichi figured out soon enough to save their own asses that Yuki and Shuichi knew about their perfect plan, and, fearing for their lives, they pulled off the greatest acting job of the century and got off scot free. I'm assuming that the other's didn't take that too well. Tohma is now about to be pissed off about this newest thing from Yuki, not to mention the fact that he didn't manage to see the whole Christmas party fiasco coming (I know. Gasp, right?). Oh and did I also say that Shuichi was now pissed at K for laughing at him...I think that clears everything up. And where did I leave that cool hat that Tohma gave Yuki? I wanted one!

All hats aside, I think that this is turning into something quite interesting, and Shuichi's stopped bawling. The Christmas miracle lives on! Haven't these people heard about the new pills they've got out? I swear, if everyone that should have been on medication were on medication in this little world of fiction, the Japanese medical companies would be flourishing...Well, the fictional ones anyways.

As for Shuichi and Yuki, we all know that the only way Yuki is able to show love is if he thinks no one's watching. So let's watch, but be very quiet. We might learn something about the way this beast's mind works. Sh.

Shuichi was now attached to Yuki's arm as though he were actually a part of it. For those of you that have never experienced this firsthand, this makes things extremely hard to type, as well as pissing you off to no end. Hasn't the kid noticed that making Yuki madder is probably the worst thing anyone could ever do? I know that I have and I don't even live with him. You'd really think that...Ah never mind. We'll see where this goes.

Yuki growled from annoyance and threw his earplugs somewhere across the room. "What the hell do you want?" He yelled, a bit louder than he was planning on. Shuichi's eyes teared up again. The frustrated author was now contemplating jumping out the window and laying in the middle of the road. Anything but this. Sure he loved the kid, but God!

"I..."

"Oh never mind. You don't have to answer that." Yuki sighed and rested his head in the palm of his hand. There was so much hate going around, it was exhausting to say the least.

"Are you ok, Yuki?" Shuichi asked loosening his death grip on his lover's arm. Could it be that the cold author's heart was FINALLY going to melt all the way? I doubt it. He wouldn't be as cool as he is now if that were ever to happen in my lifetime.

"I'm fine, just a little annoyed." Yuki clicked a few more buttons on his laptop and then saved his progress. "Now what were you saying earlier?"

To say that Shuichi was shocked would be putting it mildly. He was floored. Yuki was being nice to him. Yuki was asking him to repeat himself as though the blonde had actually cared about something that happened to the singer for once. Yuki wasn't being evil Yuki for once. Tears of joy welled up in his eyes and Yuki braced himself for the tumult of raw human emotions and joy that were obviously about to be heaped on him, but he was to be disappointed in his assumptions for once.

Fit the apocalypse into your schedule because this is surely a sign of it's nearness.

"Thanks Yuki..." Shuichi lowered his head, as though to hide his joyous tears. "Thanks."

Now Yuki was stunned. He had never seen Shuichi acting this, dare I say it, mature before. It was unnerving. When the kid was always jumping around and screaming and being a royal pain in the ass Yuki knew where he stood. Now, Shuichi was acting weird, his friends and family seemed to have a vendetta against him, and he was apologizing to the person he had always adamantly refused to apologize to. It was utterly confusing.

Hugs and sweet kisses ensued. All right, everybody. Group 'Awwwwww!' just to get it out of your systems... Got it? Good. Now on to a different scene.


The four that had been caught were still sitting up on the top floor at NG, stewing over what had just happened. They knew that they'd been had, but they couldn't quite figure out exactly how it had happened.

"Does anyone have any idea what just happened here?" Sakano asked, almost to himself than to anyone in the room.

"I think Eiri is either so mad that he doesn't trust himself not to harm any of us or he's faking it. Either way, we've got a huge problem." Tohma set down his tea cup and stood. Everyone followed his every movement. If anyone knew what to do when Yuki was concerned, it was Tohma.

The president of NG made his way over to the window and looked down at the street below. Tatsuha began to fidget again. Sakano was openly ogling the music genius. Noriko had brought out a nail file and was now working on touching up her manicure. No one was speaking.

After a long silence Tatsuha finally began to pick up on something that no one else had seemed to notice.

"You don't have the slightest clue as to what we should do now, do you?"

Tohma shook his head and everyone sighed. There went their only chance at getting out of this thing intact. The best thing any of them thought they could do would be to put the hospital on stand-by and up their life insurance. That isn't a bad idea actually considering the fact that they were dealing with a man that had killed, and had threatened to kill, before. Oh, I guess I forgot to say that Shuichi could be very scary when influenced by said author. Now they weren't so sure that they wanted to two to make up.

There was a very dramatic pause in which would have been a good time for a character to come up with an earthshattering plan...

The moment passed...

"Hey!" Sakano looked up from where he had been examining the carpet. No one moved to look at him, but he knew that he held all their attentions. "What happened to Ryuichi, K, Hiro and Suguru? I was under the impression that they were in on this. Why aren't they in here with us trying to figure out a way to stay alive?"

That was a very good question in the eyes of his fellow conspirators.

"So now who are we out to get?"


Scene change again. There are so many people to look after. I'm assuming that there is nothing interesting about K driving around in circles and ultimately taking Shuichi to the hotel. I'm also assuming that there is nothing interesting about how Ryuichi caught a cab and made his own way home. Nothing eventful in their lives at the moment, so let's focus on Suguru and Hiro, often the more forgotten members in this little world.

Aside from being the only sane people in the bunch, the two musicians were also the most cautious when it came to a lot of things. This meant that the phone was immediately unplugged, no e-mails were opened, the alarm system was set, all the windows and external doors were locked, and no food was ingested at this time. It was bordering paranoia, but that didn't seem to matter at the moment. All they could think about was not getting mauled.

It was a great goal when you think about it. Being mauled is never very much fun. Well...That's not necessarily true when you really think about it, but we're not going to get into my gay-guy-on-gay-guy mauling session fantasies.

A cell phone rang somewhere off in the distance. A mad scramble to find the device ensued. Too bad it was the phone next door that was going off. Damn paper thin walls. A blessing and a curse if you know what I mean, and if you get the right (or wrong) person as a neighbor.

So they were now shut up from the world trying to decide what they should do about the numerous amounts of developments that had occurred over the space of about three days. And Suguru was trying to configure all the media angles that could be formed from something that was probably going to turn into an out and out war against several famous people, themselves included. Hiro was wondering how this was going to effect his income and he was also looking into how he could still manage to go Pre-Med and come out with a degree soon enough to make a difference just in case Bad Luck lost sales over what was going to turn into a great bloody battle.

All in all, it had not been a very good day.

"Hiro?" Suguru looked up from the tabloid he was pouring himself over. Hiro minimized the window advertizing 'Easy Degree? We've got the program for you!' and looked over at the younger man.

"Yes?" Suguru shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Do you think that everyone's really that mad at us?" The keyboardist asked. Hiro just sighed and nodded. "Oh. I was just making sure that we were on the same page here."

A few minutes passed...

"Hiro?"

"Yes?"

"Wanna quit Bad Luck?"

"WHAT?"


A/N: Ha! Mini cliffie! Me a bad girl... Anyways... I just thought that since I was doing a lot of updating today that I should do this one too... Oh, and for the great observation one of the reviewers made (...cough... the only reviewer so far...cough), It was meant to be made out of season... I'm just crazy like that... And I knew that I'm getting good presents this year and I can't wait... So that explains the Christmas joy in the middle of the swealtering summer months.