A/N: Ho ho! Seems like Shuichi has found something interesting in the news paper… but will this certain pill really help him get skinnier? Or will he be walking on thin ice? Tch! You'll have to find out! GRRR! I am so MAD! The stupid homecoming parade got cancelled because of RAIN! It hasn't rained here for 2 MONTHS! And on that particular day, at THAT particular time, it decides to RAIN! That REALLY BUG THE CRAP OUT OF ME! I was devastated when I found out that I wouldn't be able to be in the parade! It was my first year of being homecoming sweetheart for the anime club and it's ruined! Walking on the football field in our pretty outfits was nice too, but the parade looked like so much FUN! I am sad… but I'm over it now. I just put in the feelings I had two days ago. So no worries! And one of my friends made fun of me when I told them about it. That made me upset, but I'm over that too. And I forgive them. Anyway, on with the fic!

Chapter 5: Popping the Pill

Yuki glared back at the cursor on the computer screen, winking at him stubbornly. He didn't have the urge to write at the moment, and didn't wonder why. His little pink-haired lover hadn't been spending as much time with him as he would usually. He knew that the kid was frantic over his diet and all, but did Shuichi really have to go this far to get thinner? Before he knew it, the boy would probably have his bones sticking through his skin! Though there wasn't any sign of that yet, it was still a possibility. The kid even suggested liposuction at one point… Yuki didn't even respond to that statement, just bapped him on the head and continued working. That should have been a clear enough "no" for him.

Now, Shuichi wasn't a self conscience person, if he was he wouldn't be able to wear all those goofy outfits on stage AND outside of work. But something about this particular magazine shoot had the punk on edge. Shuichi was never nervous for interviews or performances, but he acted as if the apocalypse was coming with "The ONE". What was so special about it anyway? Surely it couldn't have been more important than Yuki, right?

The blonde wasn't in a mood to type at the moment, and decided to shut off the humming lap top. It was Monday, early evening, 6:28 PM. Shuichi would be home in two minutes, and before the condo would be filled with shouts and giggles the author grabbed a beer from the fridge, taking a few swigs from the aluminium can. Maybe he'd have a talk with the baka today and confront him with the truth… that if Shuichi lost anymore weight, he'd break in half when the novelist was pounding him into the mattress… well, maybe he wouldn't say it quite in that context, but something like that may get the singer quit this foolishness. And besides… he had to admit… Yuki did miss the ball of fluff that bounded into his study and greet him with that cute, innocent smile on his face.

A knock on the door beckoned Yuki to answer it's calling. It was probably his lover who forgot the house keys again. Slowly, the man dragged his feet over to the living room and opened the door leading into it. But the person on the other side was not who he expected. Instead, a man clad in a brown jumpsuit appeared, a small smile pasted onto his features. In his hands he held a small brown package with Yuki's address on it.

"Here you go, sir! Just sign your name here on this paper and you're all set." He bubbled up, holding out the package and a pen to the writer. When had he ordered a package? Did they get the place wrong? But the label was addressed to this apartment. So who sent this to him?

"Hello? Sir?" The UPS man lowered his head to look into the eyes of the silent blonde.

"Huh? Oh, right." Instead of questioning anything, Yuki took the pen and began signing the different blanks on the form.

"Are you Shuichi Shindou-san?" The man asked.

"Uh, no. He's not here right now. Is this for him?"

"Ah, thank you." He smiled again and rolled the contract up. "You have a nice day." He waved.

"Hm." Yuki raised his hand a bit then dropped it lazily back down to his side and headed for the kitchen.

He should have known it was for Shuichi. He usually did get all these crazy presents from his obsessive fans, so maybe this was one of them. Yuki fondled with the small box for a moment and observed it more closely. It doesn't say who it came from. There's no return address. For all he knew, this could be a bomb by some lunatic from jail or an escapee from the asylum (which was a pretty slim chance)… or a tracker disguised as a pin for Shuichi to wear on his jacket from an obsessed stalker. The possibilities were endless to what could be inside that package, and most of those possibilities were life threatening to Yuki. Maybe he should check to see what lay within the confinement of the compact brown box… but Shuichi may be upset with him if he started rummaging through his stuff. But what if a cloud of toxic pollution suddenly was sprayed out of the package into the kid's face and killed Shuichi!

…………

Okay, maybe the blonde was getting a little bit too paranoid for his own good now… oh well. They had never received any harmful mail at their door before (besides that one bento box a fan sent Shuichi which turned out to have been left in that package longer than they thought… the boy was blowing chunks from food poisoning for a week.) So why dread it? And if Shuichi is the one that ordered it, then how bad can the thing be? It was probably a stuffed animal or some new flashy accessory for his concerts… but how 'flashy' could that object be? What if Shuichi had become so bold as to order something that happened to be a certain 'toy' for their pleasures? What if this something was a device that was going to be used against Yuki himself? He could just imagine it now…

"Yuki… come. And be part of my most erotic fantasies." The pink-haired boy advanced closer toward the author, a predatory gleam in his eye. And from out of the package, he pulled a…

"NO! I WILL NOT SUBMIT TO YOU! THAT THING WILL NOT CONTROL ME… NO MATTER HOW GOOD IT FEELS!" The novelist screamed, unaware of the reality still existing outside his traumatized mind.

"Um, Yuki! Are you okay?"

The writer whirled around to find his said lover standing in the doorway of the kitchen, a slightly perturbed look on his face.

Crap. Did he just hear what Yuki unconsciously shouted? Probably…

"Uhhh…" For once, the great romance novelist Eiri Yuki was at a loss for words. Count on the great vocalist Shuichi Shindou to leave him speechless as always. "Is this yours?" The older man held up the package with one hand, rotating it around for Shuichi to see.

"GASP!" He gasped… "YAY! IT FINALLY CAME!" The boy made a leap over to his mail and picked it up out of Yuki's hand. "Wow! It got here so fast too! Maybe now I can-" Shuichi stopped his sentence short and glanced up at his blonde lover, who was staring down at him suspiciously.

"So you ordered it yourself?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah! It's just something that I uh… need for fun! Ya know?" The boy lied. He couldn't tell Yuki that he was going to take a pill that would rapidly make him thinner. He remembered the man saying once that any drugs taken by the singer would never be good for him. And if he found out about this certain drug, Yuki would DEFINITELY confiscate it.

"I see." Yuki couldn't just ask Shuichi if there adult toys waiting to be played with inside that box. First of all, if he was wrong about it, then it would be the most embarrassing moment in Yuki's life. Second of all, he didn't want to offend the young singer if he was wrong. What if the boy thought that he thought he was a slut! That would not pose well for either of them. Though it wouldn't be too bad if they did use a few of those sexual devices every once in a while. He wondered if Shuichi even knew what a dildo was…

"Okay. Just come out and get your own mail next time. I'm busy."

"Um, right. S-sorry!" The boy slinked away with the package under his arm, like he was trying to hide it, and headed for the bedroom.

"Crap… maybe he really did order some kind of… toy…" Yuki sighed nervously, and snatched a beer out of the fridge. Who knew Shuichi would turn out to be this much trouble three years ago?

"Phew! That was close! I think he was on to me…" The pop star sighed with relief. At least Yuki didn't pursue him any further after the first question. "Now! To open my little fat-sucker!" He squeaked and began tearing off the tape that stuck firmly to the brown box. After he had dumped all the small, white, foamy things onto bed (which are so much fun to snap and break, by the way) he reached for the burnt orange bottle resting in between the fluff.

"Here it is!" He hugged the container tightly to his chest and pulled it back to read the label. "Let's see… yup! This is it! The pill that's guaranteed to make you skinnier in less than a week! Now I can finally get in shape for the shoot!" He bounced on the bed happily, and examined the bottle.

"Hm. I know the ad said you only had to take one for it to work, but… did they really have to just put ONE pill in the bottle? I mean, what if it's a defect and doesn't work at all? I'll be screwed for sure!" The boy opened the cap and dropped the drug into his left palm. "Weird. It's a pretty big pill, but it doesn't have any of those numbers or the title of the medicine on the capsule… usually these things do. Oh well!" Shuichi bounded into the bathroom, turned on the sink, held a cup under it and drew water for the pill.

"Okay. Bottoms up!" He said cheerfully, and popped the drug into his mouth, which he soon downed with the water at his expense. "Ahhh!" He breathed out after taking the medicine. "There! Now all I have to do is wait for the results!" The singer through the paper cup away, stored the pill's bottle into the cupboard behind the mirror, and skipped back into the living room where his stoic lover sat, watching the news.

Yuki saw the genki punk hopping toward the couch with a huge grin on his face. Great… what had he planted in that bedroom of his?

"Hi Yuki! Watching the news? I'll join you!" He plopped down and scooted close to the writer's side.

"What are you so happy about?" The blonde asked hesitantly, but still keeping his cool guy exterior.

"Oh nothing! You'll see soon enough!" The younger man smiled brightly. It was a familiar smile… it was like the smiles Tohma gave you when he came to visit you unexpectedly. And to Yuki, that was NOT a good sign at ALL.

"Whatever." The Yuki on the outside said carelessly. But the Yuki on the inside… well, let's just say that his mind was off in nightmare world, yet again picturing his innocent little lover with a whip and other pleasurable toys surrounding his feet.

Shuichi was asking him in a silky, mischievous voice, "Well?… Are you ready to play, Yuki?" He licked the black horse whip in his hands and came closer to the vulnerable blonde.

"NO! STAY AWAY YOU PERVERTED BASTARD!"

"Yuki! What's wrong!"

A/N: Ha ha! I think that parts pretty funny. I hope you all think so too! Well, the next chapter will be about the fabulous results Shuichi is getting from his special pill! It's made him happy, but what about our overprotective Eiri Yuki? What will he think of these sudden physical changes in his boyfriend?

Sorry if our favourite author was a bit OOC in this part. Hey, you know what? I hear a lot of people who complain about OOC stuff in other people's stories, and I think it's the most retarded thing ever. I mean, people created fan fictions for a reason, to put their own ideas and episodes into the series. It's a way to express yourself, ya know? And I say that if someone wants to change a character's personality a little, then rock on! I mean, they don't all have to be EXACTLY alike their characters in the series. Otherwise that'd take all the fun out of making up your own story! You've already seen them as they are in the real stuff, so why not see them differently and in a way that'd you've never seen before? I think it's a very unique thing for people to do in their fictions. And a lot of you people who complain about it just don't have as much imagination as others. No offense, but no one can get a character's personality PERFECT ya know. Not even all you guys that criticize on the subject. Now if a person is TRYING to make their anime people in character, that's a different story. You can give them tips and pointers on how to make their characters seem more like the real things. Not put them down about it. I mean, if you're gonna say something about OOC'ness, then HELP the authors with it, don't insult them about it.

Sorry this was such a long speech. But I had to get my point across to anyone and everyone who have problems with that sory of thing. So I say this to whomever this may concern… lighten up, kay? Not everyone's a perfect writer. They're having fun because this is what they like to do. It's not like they're trying to win a best author contest or something. Anyway, see yall in the next insert!

(P.S.- I was not referring to anyone who has reviewed me in this story. You have all been great about your comments! I just had to get that out there. You guys are not to blame! I love you all!)

DEAR REVIEWERS

Rebelyell59- Ah… Thanks for sharing so openly. That's very bold of you. I admire that! Sorry for not updating sooner! I'll try harder.

Fractured Dreams- Oh! I understand now. Ummm, I'm not too good with converting! I HATE math… but I can find out for you next time! I have a friend who is really good at this stuff, so I'll ask her. And I'll tell you in the next "Dear Reviewers", kay? Where do you live that you don't use 'pounds' as much? I've been wondering.

Miegyl phantom- Uh, you were kidding about the "boring" part right? -sweat drop- Uh, anyway… I shall NOT give up on my fan fictions! It's just all this school stuff that's slowing me down… sorry! Please keep checking for updates though!

Animelover eternal- So true. So true. Yuki's dirty mind affects us all. There went your other chapter! Time for the next one!

The Yaoi Pimpette- Well, good luck with those 128 yaoi stories! I'm pretty picky about what stories I save onto my fav. Stories list, so I probably won't have that many for me, heh heh. He took the pill! Now what! GASP!

SangoMirokuForever- LOL! I LOVED YOUR SAYING! That was SOOO funny! And it's practically true anyway! Ho ho, you are a funny man! (well, I don't know what gender you are. But that wasn't meant to indicate your gender anyway -sweat drop-)

DemonicDragon666- Oh, it was heaven alright… the angel choir was singing and EVERYTHING! I wouldn't be surprised if a ray of golden light was thrown upon that cute little butt of Shuichi's. But Yuki, thinking dirty thoughts of Shuichi like that… it's time out in hell for that one! LOL. JK!

Syaron is kawaii- Yeah, I think those machines are pretty interesting too. I like the tread mill and all that stuff. It's just fun to play with, ya know? I like your pen name. I think Syaron is cute too! I REALLY want Fai and Kuro-puu to get together though! If only it were a shounen-ai… sigh…

Other reviewers- Thanks for your support! And I hope you like the rest of this story. Get ready for some major starvage man! And we all know how much we HATE being hungry… eeks!