Yuki sucking his middle finger was not supposed to be in chapter 4... Just thought of adding it for fun when I revised the chapter... But thanks for your, uh, nice comment on it, Candyze!

This chapter is dedicated to my cat, Jimmy. It suddenly appeared on my doorstep out of the blue when I was 16. Well… kinda out of the blue. When I was younger (very much younger), I prayed that when I turn 16 a black cat would come to me and turn me into Sailor Moon or some sort of pretty soldier. Of course I forgot all about the silly wish until a black cat DID turn up. A beautiful and weird cat, it has the funniest way of sleeping and is a VERY picky cat. So, Jimmy, this is for you! MeOw! And Happy V-Day, minna!

Lick.

"Mmmm…"

Lick lick.

"Mmmm-mmmm…"

Kiss.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Smile.

Bite.

"Nhhhh! Wha-" Yuki Eiri's golden eyes shot open as he returned to the living world with a pinkish, startled face. Something soft was near his face on his royal blue covered bed, snuggling closer and closer.

"MeOwww!" purred a black cat directly into his left ear.

A small shiver ran up Yuki's spine. Still tired, he grumbled, "Nhh, Ki! Stop doing that!"

"MeOw?"

"Doing THAT!" he answered the cat with another shiver.

Somehow understanding his master's command, the cat jumped off the bed with style and started licking its paw. Grateful for the cat's consideration, Yuki lazily plopped his head down on the soft pillow and shut his eyes.

"Meow."

"…nhh… let me sleep Ki…." Yuki nestled closer into the hundred percent feather pillow.

"MeoWW!"

"…go away…" Yuki pulled the comforter over his head.

"Meowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeow……"

"GO AWAY KITAZAWA!" Yuki shouted while getting into a sitting position angrily.

At that point someone knocked gently on his bedroom door. Veins started to pop on the psychologist's forehead. WHO THE HELL? "I KNOW IT'S YOU! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE TOHMA!"

Nothing was heard for a while. Then a tiny voice came, "Urm, Yuki-san? It, it's me. Shuichi."

All the events of the day before came rushing into his mind. Oh God. "The door's unlock," the blonde replied, trying his best to make his breathing calm down. Then he let his upper body drop onto the bed.

Shindou Shuichi took that as a permission to enter and slowly pushed open the door which was already slightly ajar. He gasped. The room struck him as such a simple but elegant place; two sides of the walls were painted in dark grey while another in pearly white. The forth corner of the room was in fact a huge window overlooking the city. Plenty of sunshine was starting to come through. The view of Tokyo awakening caught the vocalist's breath.

Yuki was sprawled on the bed, staring at the ceiling, a little exhausted from the morning yell. Great, it's morning, it's a working day, and I'm already tired. Then he turned and lay on his side to look at his company, his right cheek propped on his right palm. "Yes?" Yuki enquired from the queen-sized bed.

Remembering his purpose of calling on the owner of the residence, Shindou Shuichi turned away from the beautiful view and quickly began to speak, "I, I… well, I…"

Yuki just stared at the nervous boy.

Not getting any encouragement from the man, Shuichi's shoulders drooped and he started to scuff his feet. "Ne, nevermind. I… well, I just wanted to say thank you. I'm going to leave for work now, and I, I might not see you again…"

Yuki's left eyebrow moved up unhurriedly. "You're losing me."

Shuichi looked up from the marble floor and to the sleepy, adorable looking man. "Well, I told you yesterday. I am not going for your… your therapy."

"Yeah…," Yuki replied softly, his fingers unconsciously playing and pulling at his yellow bangs. "So?"

"…uh…so?" Shuichi seemed confused.

"Yeah, so. So what?

"……? So what what?"

Yuki sighed. "So what if I'm not gonna be your shrink? Are we like gonna die that we won't be seeing each other anymore?"

The lead vocalist of Bad Luck did not know what to say to that; he did not even know what to think. Did he mean that… that he wants to see me again? As in, maybe, 'see' see me again? "Do you want to see me again?" Shuichi blurted out.

As usual, the calm and composed Yuki Eiri took his time to think and consider all sorts of things before arranging a decent answer. "Of cour-" Suddenly a forgotten black cat meowed pitifully. The blonde's head turned to look at it. Kitazawa...

"Aweeee! You have a cat! Here kitty kitty!" Shuichi hunkered down and started making cat noises. The cat sauntered at its leisure on his four paws towards Shuichi and the boy extended his right hand to the feline. Purring, the cat rubbed its head on Shuichi's thighs. Scratching the back of the cat's ears, Shuichi turned to look at Yuki.

As Shuichi was about to ask something, Yuki cut in first. "I don't want to see you again."

Unsure of what he heard, Shuichi's hand stopped in action. "I'm sorry?"

"I said, I don't ever want to see you again," Yuki answered coldly. His eyes were so dark that for a moment the singer felt scared.

But only for a moment. Brushing his hands on his pants, or actually, Yuki's pants, the magenta haired boy got up and responded, just as coldly if not more, "Like I want to anyway." Then he turned around and walked out of the room.

Not long after, Yuki Eiri heard the front door of his exclusive apartment shut with a slam. For quite some time he just stared blankly into nothing before burying himself deep into his pillow. He did not cry; but he sure felt like hell.

And he ignored the meowing of the hungry cat until it actually got fed up and also left the room. The black cat walked into the kitchen, and sniffing something it jumped onto the small dining table. It then ate the breakfast that a certain magenta haired youth had prepared for a certain psychologist.