A/N: Nya ha! It's been so long since I've written something. I really need to get back into the swing of things. Anyway, I was playing the SIMS 2 with two of my friends and my boyfriend and his twin brother, and we did the funniest things! My boyfriend's brother was dressed as a donkey mascot for the football team… it was hilarious! I just noticed that whenever you go to the bathroom in that game that your pants or skirt stays on. The SIMS are stupider than I thought. LOL! Then a computer SIM made one of my friends cry, so her sister slapped the girl and told her to leave. That was sooo great, cause I didn't like that girl either. Well, better get on with the story. Read the review responses at the end!
Chapter 7: Stuffed Face, Empty Belly
Yuki watched with utter horror at the display before him. The twenty-foot skyscraper of food resting warily on Shuichi's plate cast a shadow that stretched from the kitchen floor almost into the living room. And the boy was scarfing the mountain of breakfast delights as if it were normal… what the heck was going on here!
"Uhhh, hey… tell me if I'm mistaken, but isn't that the same amount of food an elephant receives for the entire DAY?" He asked as calmly as his senses would let him.
"Oh, Yuki. You're so silly! Joking like that… I think you're growing a sense of humor!" He cheered happily between large obnoxious bights of his French toast.
"And I think you're growing an enormous tummy if you don't stop eating like that. Weren't you on a diet the last time I checked?" He eyed him.
"I still am! But it's so funny! This diet that I'm trying now lets me eat and eat and EAT without getting any bigger! Isn't that amazing Yuki?" The vocalist smiled with food stuck between his teeth.
"Yeah… amazing…" The novelist furrowed his brow in disbelief. How could one single diet, which he had only been on for one day, suddenly work so easily like that? It was almost too good to be true. Maybe he should ask the teen exactly what this program is.
"Yikes! I'm late!" Shuichi gobbled down the last bits of food still lingering on his plate, grabbed his pack, and kissed Yuki on the cheek. "Bye darling! See you later!" The pink-haired singer skipped through the front door before the author could protest against his choice in nick names.
"Sigh…" What the hell was wrong with that kid? He should have known since the day he met him in the park that he was a little messed up… with that ridiculous pink hair of his. Of course, he himself wasn't too right in the head either. At least he wasn't a few years ago. But Shuichi changed a little bit of that, right? They say opposites attract. What a load of BS. Did anyone warn him about the contrast he would be facing in his relationship with the brat? No. And look how the two ended up? Somehow, their differences were the things that brought them closer together. Of course, Yuki couldn't exactly say they were two peas in a pod either, right?
"The pill is working, the pill is working!" Shuichi gleamed to himself while bouncing along the sidewalk of Tokyo's streets. Today was just one of those days where you didn't care what others thought about you when you're this happy. He did a few cartwheels, summersaults, and kind of aerobic dance he could think of to express his cheery mood. Once at NG, Shuichi was STILL skipping into the halls and swinging around corners, sliding to home base in the elevator. Some crappy music was playing on the intercom, but that didn't stop the singer's attitude as he managed to make up a giddy little dance to it. Through the stainless steel doors, into the hall way, through a wooden door, and into the studio, Shuichi vivaciously yelled, "OHAIYOU GOUZAIMA-SU!"
"Hey, Shuichi! Yourishiku?" Hiro waved.
"Absolutely marvellous!"
"Dare I say it Shuichi, but somehow you seem to be happier than usual." Mr. K raised an eyebrow cleverly.
"Uh-huh! The shoot will be coming up soon and I'm totally prepared for it!" He smiled and headed over to the mike stand.
"What do you mean? Aren't you always ready for something like this?" Suguru questioned while adjusting the volume on his keyboard.
"Well yeah, but for this particular one I am SUPER ready!" He accented.
"Oh, SUPER ready, is it?"
"Mm-hm!"
"Well then, if you're going to be that ready for the shoot, then I hope you're just as ready now. Are you?" The manager asked all-knowingly.
"YUP! You bet'cha!" Shuichi swiped the microphone from its black claws and winked.
"Alright then. Begin." The gun-man gestured to the younger sixteen year old of the group as he began playing a hyped up melody on his synthesizer.
"OKAY! Let's get this show on the road!" The vocalist screamed into the mike and illuminated his voice throughout the entire recording room. Today was a very good day indeed.
'I'll have to ask him why he's so happy.' Hiro stated in his mind, smiling at his guitar, then at his best friend. 'Maybe he and Yuki are getting along.' He lost his train of thought once his solo came in.
He couldn't stand it anymore. This writer's block had gone on for too long now, and Yuki was getting tired of it. With only a minimum of twelve sentences down for his latest book, it wasn't long before the blonde got a headache from glaring at the computer screen for over an hour. Maybe taking a ten minute brake from working would clear his head. So, Yuki got up from his office chair and headed toward the bathroom for some aspirin. The novelist took one good look in the mirror of his face, noticing that his eyes were red from the constant light emitting from his laptop, and there were bags under his eyes the size of his thumb.
"Ugh… I knew I should have told him to buy some coffee before work this morning." Yuki told himself in the mirror and opened the cabinet conveniently placed behind his reflection. He searched for the right bottle, with the blue and yellow label, and grabbed it sloppily, knocking some other medicine containers off as well. With a deep grunt, the author bent down to pink up the troublesome orange objects and saw the label of one bottle in general that caught his eye.
"Hm? I don't remember buying anything like this…" Yuki further read the title and its unscientific definition. "TW… also know as-"
"YUKI! I'm home!" A light and fluffy voice echoed throughout the house.
Quickly he shoved the bottle back into the cabinet, took his aspirin, and walked out calmly like nothing unusual had happened. Retreating to his laptop, the novelist starting typing, making it seem like he was doing work the whole time.
"Yuki? HI!" Shuichi pranced over to his lover's side.
"Nn." The older man acknowledged. He tried to act annoyed.
"Guess what? We finished five singles today. FIVE! That's a LOT Yuki!" The vocalist hugged him from behind and let go quickly enough to satisfy the blonde.
"Neat. Now leave me alone. I have stuff to do. And NO snacks right now. You've gotten into a nasty habit of that and you're gonna be fat soon if you keep it up.
"Huh! No I won't! My diet is GREAT right now. You'll see. The whole WORLD will see as long as I'm in the magazine. The ONE magazine… TO RULE THEM ALL!" He did a crappy imitation of a Lord of the Rings character with the one ring.
"Yeah, wonderful. Now go. My headaches coming back." He said dryly.
Shuichi just stood there, emotionless.
"If you go, I'll let you sleep in my arms tonight."
"YEAH! Thank you Yuki!" The boy them ran off into the kitchen for food.
"Hey! I said NO SNACKS. Not until dinner time!" He added in.
"Awwww…" The singer sighed in exasperation. But he was so HUNGRY! It was almost gnawing at his stomach. In fact, he was sure that the organ sac was scraping up against his spinal chord right now, and soon his tummy would collapse inward! Of course, that's never been scientifically proven, so who knows? But… for some odd reason, Shuichi did feel a little hungrier than he usually did. And for normal people, that would mean starving. It was like something was eating away at the food recently left in his stomach and consuming it all. Like babies do when a mommy eats food! (A/N: He has no idea what he's talking about - -;).
Either way, the boy was just too famished to not eat at least a fraction of something. So, as stealthily as he could, the mischievous rock star tip toed over to the fridge to see what he could dig out.
"Aw man… nothing but fruit and veggies. I bet Yuki did this on purpose knowing I would do this…" He sighed and drooped his head in exasperation. "Well, at least he left the strawberries. How considerate of him." He said in a satirical tone, and took out the box of red delights. Hey, it was better than nothing, right? Plus, he couldn't exactly get scolded for eating a fruit, ya know. And hey, strawberries were his favorite food item, so it was all good.
He sat himself comfortably on the plushy texture of the living room couch, and popped open the plastic container as quietly as he could. "Huzzah! Finally, some food!" He reached for the plumpest one in the group. The dripping, red morsel almost on the tip of his tongue, the boy squealed happily at the anticipation. He plucked the whole thing into his black hole of a mouth and chewed with glee. Perfect. The taste was absolutely exceptional. This years picking was definitely a prosperous one. As the pink-haired pop singer mewled at the juicy sensation running down his throat, some other substance seemed to be running up his throat. Sharply, he threw his head forward and started coughing alarmingly. Some of the fruit must have got caught in his throat. After a curiously long while of hacking up the food, Shuichi swallowed several times so he could compress the tickling feeling left over. Once it all settled down, he glanced at his hands to notice a watery red liquid on his hands.
"Wha…? Is this-?"
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Yuki heard the eccesive coughing coming from outside his study and got up to check out what the ruckus was. The kid was probably inhaling too much of his marker's fumes again while drawing all over his coloring books that Ryuichi gave him. The blonde stepped into the living room and was a little taken back by what he saw. The singer, sitting on the couch, his hands covered in a red substance familiar to the eye.
"Shu… Shuichi?" He said quietly.
The vocalist looked up and smiled. "Oh! Yuki! Sorry I made a mess on your floor and coffee table a bit. I'll clean it up in a bit. I seemed to have choked on some strawberries I found in the fridge and… this happened."
The novelist stood there, dumbfounded. How could his lover talk like that while having fresh coats of blood streaming down his hands! Without a word, he briskly walked over to Shuichi, picked him up gently by the arm, and lead him into the bedroom. Confusion was evident on the smaller man's face.
"Uh, Yuki? What's wrong?"
"What do you mean what's wrong! THAT'S what's wrong!" He pointed to the sticky stuff on Shuichi's hands.
"Oh this? I said I was sorry about it! I'll clean it up!"
"You'll do no such thing! You're staying in bed and that's final!" He picked up the boy bridal style and laid him on the right side of the bed, pulling the blanket up to his waist firmly.
"Yuki, why are you all upset-"
"Shush! Get some rest while I clean up. I'll be back in a minute." He ordered, then left to get some paper towels for the living room.
The author ripped the cleaning material from its card board roll and dampened them a bit, heading toward the navy sofa soon after. He knelt down and began furiously scrubbing into the carpet, his brow furrowed in frustration.
'Since when has Shuichi ever coughed up blood before! Is this something that he hasn't told me about? I don't understand!" Yuki then wiped off the wooden table with a different towel and took a look at the substance soaked into it. For some strange reason, the blood seemed thinner and less red than it usually would be. This was a rare occurrence. Since when had blood stains come so easily out of carpet with just water? He meant to only scrub some of it away, not expecting the spots to disappear totally. Huh? Something was resting on the couch.
"Huh?"
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Shuichi went into the bathroom to wash off his stained hands, his brow furrowed as well.
"How come Yuki acted so rationally in there? What was the big deal?"
He dried his hands thoroughly and said to himself, "It was just strawberry juice." He threw the cloth back on the rack and headed back to bed anyway, afraid that Yuki would yell at him if he didn't do what he said.
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"Strawberries?" Yuki said incredulously.
So… that liquid on Shuichi's hands was… strawberry juice!
The blonde lowered his arms from cleaning the table as his hair shaded over his eyes. He didn't know why, but for some reason he was really going to kill Shuichi. And in the best way he knew how, or course (wink wink). Smirking and almost chuckling at all the foolishness that just went on, Yuki got up, dropped the paper towel, and stalked toward the bedroom, having a few good ideas of how to punish his little lover for worrying him like he did. His writer's block would be gone in no time.
A/N: Hoo boy! That'll be some fun punishment right there people! Yeah! Anyway, there's chapter 7, flying by! Next, we'll notice some major changes in Shuichi's body structure, as well as Yuki pondering over that strange medicine bottle in the cabinet. Suspense is rising, isn't it? O.O Well, talk to yall next time! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I thought it was pretty funny.
DEAR REVIEWERS
ebokku- This story may seem like an every day, real world story that almost every teenager encounters through life, but no one knows what's going to happen next, so why are there people judging my fan fiction already? First off, the vanity obsessed Shuichi in this fic is not a fairy tale image of what I want to be. I did not put my own personal feelings into the story, because I am already thin (but I'm not anorexic). The way I portray Shuichi in this fan fiction is not an image of me.
This situation that he's in is NOT an every day problem of our society. And you'll soon understand why once you read the rest of my chapters. And what's wrong with putting anime characters into modern society? Isn't that what half of these stories on are doing? I think so.
Yes, I do have favourites on my list whose spelling and grammar are not the best, but who cares? That's not what I look for in a fic.
In conclusion… stop acting like you know me. You don't know anything about me or my life. Second, this fan fiction was written for more than just one person. So if you don't exactly "fawn" over it, then oh well. Go ahead and scan through my chapters. I'm sorry if I sound petty or childish. In truth, I am only expressing my opinion, as you have. Please do not take any offence to this, I don't want you to stop reading my fic. But please leave comments like that for after the story is done, so you won't judge and you'll know what the real conflict is. Thank you.
DatenshiBlue39- I'm not a dummy-head… L Aww, that's okay. I know you're not exactly a touchy-feely person, so I could understand your hesitation. It's just that whenever I accidentally hit people or they get hit by something/one else I have to rub that spot because it looked painful… ; I'm just weird that way…
Caelum Tsubasa- Thanks for the reassurance on Yuki's OOC-ness. Are you in band too! Um… trombone? No, I play percussion. And what's with the hint hint? Oo;;