Wow… Really did not expect many reviews at the beginning :) … I'm about to have lunch and then send off my cousin to Ireland… So this chapter won't be long… But I thought I'd post it anyway… I'll get back to writing when I'm home… Ja ne!

"……and, and, and he said, he said my eyebrows were too thick! How could he? WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA……"

Silence. Can humans really have violet eyes?

"……AAAAAAAAAAA. Eh? Yuki-sensei? Are you listening to me?"

Silence. Chh…and what's with the pink hair? No taste at all.

"Sensei?"

Silence. But really, he did look familiar…

"YUKI-SENSEI!"

Psychologist Yuki Eiri snapped back into reality. Shit. What was I thinking? At work to boot. "Yes, I've been listening. All the way. Your eyes-"

"My eyeBROWS!"

"Yes, yes. Your eyebrows. Their fine."

"Really?"

"Yes, don't listen to what he says."

"Really really?"

"Yes."

"Well… if YOU say so," the woman said while starting to bat her eyelashes (which were too thick to Yuki's opinion. Women and mascaras…Disgusting.). Then she continued, "But… really really really?"

Get over it lady! Yuki Eiri had not been having enough sleep for the past few days; and he was even crankier and more anti social than ever before. It was as if the sandman had forgotten that he existed! And he needed SLEEP! But deep down inside, Yuki knew what was bothering him. Stupid pink haired brat. Why the hell am I even thinking about him? Am I really gay?

Just then his cell phone started ringing and vibrating on the coffee table at the other side of the office. It was a brand new, expensive, 3G handphone, but the ringtone was a dull classic one. "One moment please, Miss Reika." Then he walked over to the table and identified the caller before flipping open his cell phone; but he did not say a word.

"Ah, Eiri-san. It's Tohma here," came a cheerful voice.

"I know. What do you want?" Yuki replied coolly.

"Are you busy right now?" the head of N-G Productions asked.

Without hesitation Yuki answered, "Yeah. I'm with a patient. So call me some other time… like maybe next year." He was about to hang up when a knock was heard on his wooden office door. Without even waiting for a reply, the person who knocked opened the door.

Changing quickly from a dumbfounded look to an angry one, Yuki murmured dangerously, "What do you want, Tohma? I told you I'm busy…"

With a smile, Seguchi Tohma spoke, "I have a new client for you. He's your priority. Talk to him. Find out what's wrong; even though I would think that I do know what his problem is. Then, fix him."

"Huh?"

"K-san!" Tohma called out.

A foreigner with long blonde hair tied into a high ponytail came up behind Tohma. The former lead keyboardist of Nittle Grasper stepped aside to allow the man's entrance.

"What the…?"

The foreigner was carrying an unconscious person on his left shoulder. All Yuki could see from his view was the person's cute butt in a pair of black shorts. Cute? And then the long haired blonde laid the said person down onto the black leather sofa near where Yuki was standing.

Pink hair? "Tohma… this boy is…?"

"Eiri-san," Tohma began, "this is-"

"Oh MY GOD!" the president of N-G Productions was interrupted. "It's Shuichi-kun! It's Shu-chan from BAD-"

Bang. And Miss Reika dropped dead onto the floor. Her fall made no sound louder than a soft thump as Yuki's workplace was fully carpeted in cream colour.

After a few moments, Yuki yelled, "Fuck! Your bodyguard just shot my patient!"

His smile not faltering, Tohma said happily, "Don't worry about her. And K's not my bodyguard. Like I would actually need one. Tsk tsk. Anyway, this boy is Bad Luck's-"

Again Tohma was interrupted. "I don't give a damn about your FREAKING MUSIC SHIT! HE KILLED MY CLIENT!" Yuki had really lost it. He did not need this. He could not sleep just thinking about that stupid boy he had helped; and who had shoved him away. And now he's here? Damn! But Yuki could not lie to himself; he was somehow… pleased that he got to meet the boy again.

K just grinned. Then he squatted and poked the body with his gun. "She's alive." While saying that, he picked Miss Reika up and carried the woman in the same way he had carried Shuichi before.

"Don't worry, Eiri-san. Just worry about Shindou-san there, yes?" Tohma said while looking straight at the still unconscious boy on the settee.

Yuki too looked at the teenager. And when he turned around to say something, Tohma was already more than halfway closing the door. "Thank you, Eiri-san."

So now psychologist Yuki Eiri was left alone with a sleeping (more of knocked unconscious) teenage boy in his office. "Damn," Yuki muttered. He rolled the chair from his worktable and positioned it behind the coffee table and across to the sofa. Then he took a book from a nearby shelf and settled down on his chair.

After a few minutes of reading, Yuki could not hold back his urge to glance up and take a closer look at the boy. The teenager was wearing black shorts and a plain blue sleeveless shirt. His pink hair contrasted greatly to what he was dressed in. Pink hair… no… perhaps more of… magenta. He suddenly felt that the hair actually suited the boy. So…he must be Tohma's artist. No wonder he seemed familiar. I've probably seen him on billboards all over the city.

Yuki Eiri spent the next half an hour just watching the boy. And a while after that his eyelids became heavy and some incoherent thoughts began to cross his mind. He's here now… Shuichi's here… So I can sleep…

And for the first time in so many days, Yuki Eiri slept peacefully.