A/N: Shuichi has tried everything so far! Not eating, exercising… what's next? Will he get professional help? Could be! You shall now find out, won't you?

Chapter 4: The Advertisement

Shuichi and Yuki came home that day tired as mules. Once they were both in the house, Yuki went to take a shower, and Shuichi just plain passed out on the floor! And it wasn't just the working out that had them fatigued, it was their "special training" program that beat them to the core.

Earlier…

"Nyaaa!… Yuki!" The vocalist screamed out his lover's name in ecstasy once they had reached the epitome of their activities. Yuki's grunt was low and strangled. This was the only thing he would look back on as fun during their visit to the gym. They pulled apart from each other and panted heavily on the floor, exhausted from the escapade.

"W… well…" The author huffed. "… I think we lost some weight." He half smiled, brushing Shuichi's hair out of his vibrant lashes.

"Y-yeah… I hope so." He smiled back, regaining his composure slowly. Once the two had took a quick breather, they grabbed the clothes discarded a few feet from them and began putting them on. Both had made sure not to leave any traces where the naughty deed had been done. Hiding behind the smoothie bar was a good plan after all.

Yuki checked themselves out, and as they were walking out the door, his arm around the singer, the blonde slapped the cute little butt that was swaying side to side, taunting his eyes. The boy yelped in surprise and pinched the older man's butt to get back at him, causing Yuki to jump a bit at the assault.

Now…

The rest of the evening was going to be relaxing and full of leisurely activities. Yuki's plans: Read, eat dinner, watch TV with his baka, write more of his story, and go to sleep early. Usually the writer wouldn't end his session with the laptop early for anything, but tonight he didn't think he'd be able to stay awake too well.

Shuichi's plans: Watch TV, eat veggies, play his PS2, spend time with Yuki, SLEEEEEEP!… and then eat midnight snack (strawberry pocky). But he would do all this AFTER he checked the scale.

Stepping onto the contraption, Shuichi gulped. What were his numbers this time? The same? Had he lost some? Had he gained some! What was it!

Meanwhile, the novelist had just gotten comfy in his red plush arm chair that resided in his private study with book in hand, when he heard a long, lugubrious moan echoing throughout their flat.

"What in hell?" The man got up begrudgingly, and headed to where this lamenting voice came from. Of course… inside the bathroom…

"What are you complaining about now you brat? I'm trying to relax while you're in here whining my ears off." He glared at him with a slightly ticked expression.

"The numbers Yuki… they've gone up!" He cried, latching onto his partners pant leg pitifully.

"Well, I said that you wouldn't get any results."

"No! But we worked out for so long! How can this be the spoils of my labour!" He looked down into his clenched hands. A mellow dramatic Shuichi, was a handful of Shuichi.

"Well, you do sneak in some pocky sticks in the middle of the night. What, you think that your stomach's asleep and won't know about it?" He smirked. By the shocked look on the boy's face, that's exactly what he was thinking.

"N-no! Don't you dare blame it on the pocky, Yuki! It's your fault!" He pointed unsteadily at the blonde.

"What? How is your little problem my fault?" Now what was the brat rambling on about?

"If you hadn't… done that to me back at the gym, then I wouldn't have gotten this extra fat!" Tears formed at the corners of his eyes.

"How can I make you gain by having sex with you?" Now he was really confused. Wasn't that supposed to have the opposite effect on a body?

"Well… you know that one part in love making, where you… ya know… put stuff in me?" He blushed at his words, his naivety showing a great deal.

"Hm? Oooh… I see." He grinned playfully. You mean the part where I bring you to the brink of pleasurable insanity and I release my essence into your hot passage?" He loved teasing.

"Y-yes! That!" Shuichi's face was about to explode with red.

"Ahhh… so you think I added on some weight by doing that?" He eyed him.

"C-could be…" The boy looked at his warily. Where was the author going with this?

"I see…… in that case, I guess we just won't do it anymore." He shrugged and made his way back to his study.

"Huh? What do you mean we won't…" Slowly, it started making sense to the singer. His lover was denying him… "WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE WON'T DO IT ANYMORE! No Yuki! That's not what I wanted!" He chased after the man into his work area, pleading him to reconsider.

In his study, Yuki was finishing up his recent novel, content to know that he would get it done in time for the weekend. His book was about a woman who was struggling to make it into the acting business of Broadway theatre, and she fell in love with one of the cast members for a play she was starring in. It was mostly a drama/romance piece, but Yuki knew that it would be a big hit at the stores once it was published. Unlike all his other stories, this one concluded with a happy ending. The main conflict of the plot was how the newborn actress had become too obsessed with appearances in theatre and almost began looking past the love she felt for the man. But he was the one that saved her from the vanity world that clouded her mind. It would definitely be a tear-jerker.

Meanwhile, someone in the Eiri Yuki household was NOT having a happy ending. Shuichi pouted to himself, his knees tucked up under his arms, and watched TV solemnly. His own lover had just said for them to lay off the lovemaking until after the magazine shoot… which was in a whole week! Now, the kid was hungry, deprived, and lonely.

Yuki heard the small whimper emit from beyond his study room door, and smiled. If that didn't get the boy to stop complaining about how he kept gaining weight instead of losing it, then he didn't know what would! And with all the extra time at night, the novelist could now work on the last few chapters of his book in peace and hopefully finish early. That would be a first.

"Sigh… now what?" The vocalist rested his chin on his hands. There was absolutely nothing to do now. He couldn't keep himself busy with any of the things he like to do (mentioned earlier), and he didn't have work today. There wasn't anything entertaining on the television to watch, and Yuki was locked up in his study… in other words, boredom rang over Shuichi's ears like a snail on a one way track.

It seemed that nothing had been able to get him into shape. Not eating was a failure (and bad for his health), the gym stunk (literally, except for that last part…), and he couldn't think of anymore options. He pondered whether he should give Hiro a call and ask advice on how to lose weight… but thought that if he asked that, his best friend would get the wrong idea and think that Shuichi was implying that he was fat (which he's not). And he didn't want the guitarist to be mad at him for that.

"What'll I do? I can't just sit here on the couch like a sack of lard! I need to do something about this!" He told him self determinedly. Shuichi bounced off the sofa, and left to a different part of the condo to do some intense thinking… the bathroom.

The boy didn't exactly go to the bathroom, but merely just sat on the toilet seat, waiting for anything useful to come to mind. For some reason, thinking over stuff in the restroom calmed him, and helped the singer to concentrate more. Of course, he usually did have to concentrate when in the bathroom… but instead of explaining that in further detail, Shuichi tapped his finger against his cheek impatiently, waiting for an idea, ANY idea to pop up in his head.

"Darn it! What can I do to make myself skinnier!" He banged his fist into the side of the sink and noticed that something fell from the top of the counter that he hadn't seen when he first came in. "Huh? What's this?" He skimmed over the job listings section and moved on into the advertisement area. And then… he found a product that was the salvation to all his problems. He read the advertisement slowly and thoroughly:

"Are you looking for a way to make yourself skinnier?"

"Hey! That's exactly what I just said!"

"Then look no more! The TW1 pill is guaranteed to slim down your waist and hip line in less than a week! Try it today, and if you aren't satisfied, we'll give you your money back!"

Shuichi's eyes sparkled with delight. "This might be the answer to my weight loss problem! Alright! And the name of the pill has the number 1 in it. Just like the magazine I gotta model for!" He squealed. Below the picture of the subscription box was the phone number to order the pill, and the first thing the pop star did after he was finished reading every warning or caution sign on the label (which none of them related to him), the boy immediately called, asking for one box of their prescription right away.

"Yes! Maybe now I can finally lose those extra pounds!" He chirped and buzzed his way into the kitchen for his midnight snack. It was joyous occasion. What the hell? He couldn't resist.

A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner! This week, I had to write an essay, make a folder thingy for English, study for a US History test, do my bible study homework, go to piano lessons, after school band practice… not to mention that it's homecoming week and I'm a sweetheart for the parade! Yup, I am the sweetheart for the anime club at our school. And I have an escort named Billy who I shall be riding with in the parade! It'll be fun. My dress is all sparkly and gold… I can't stop looking at its shininess… anyway, thanks for your reviews everyone! And I'll try to add on more chapters soon!