Rin-chan: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, here's the next twochapters.
Kei-chan: Enjoy 'em!
Chapter Three - Concerts and Punishments
The next morning, Yuki hobbled out of the bedroom, pouting and wincing. Tohma greeted him with a smile that barely hid his amusement.
"Rough night?" he asked innocently.
Yuki chose not to answer, as he was trying his best to sit down without his ass hurting any more. Needless to say, he was failing.
Shuichi came strolling out of the bedroom, smirking at Yuki, and sat on the couch beside him. "You're quiet this morning, brat." he said, lighting a cigarette.
Yuki ignored the smug tone, staring at the cigarette. His hands twitched. He was about to reach out and snatch it, when an annoying voice reached his ears.
"Yes, why are you so quiet?" Tohma asked, mischief in his eyes. "Speak up, Eiri-chan."
Yuki whipped around, glaring at Tohma. "What the hell did you just call me, Seguchi? What the fu-"
"Eiri!" Tohma said sternly, hiding his evil smile. "You just stepped out of character… no cheesecake."
Yuki stared at him. "N-no… no… my CHEESECAKE!" he pouted, slipping back into character and hardly noticing. "Tohmaaaa! Don't be so mean!"
Rolling his eyes, Shuichi slammed his fist down on top of Yuki's blonde head. "Shut up, brat."
Yuki rubbed his head, sniffling. Tears leaked from his eyes, and he whimpered.
Shuichi sighed, rolling his eyes again, and draped an arm around Yuki's shoulders. Yuki snuggled up to him, still sniffling. Shuichi shook his head. "Brat." he said, affectionately.
Tohma grinned, disappearing into the kitchen.
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It was the day of the concert, and a pink haired Yuki was nervously bouncing around, generally annoying everyone. Hiro twitched. Fujisaki huffed angrily. "Yuki-san! Stay still, damn it! I've had just about enough of you!"
Yuki pouted at him. "Don't be so meaaaaaaan!"
Fujisaki was about to repeatedly ram his head into the wall, when K whacked him on the ass. "OK! Move it scumbags!"
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The crowd were restless. It had been announced that Shuichi was ill, and that a replacement would take over until he was better.
They wanted to see who this replacement was, and they hoped whoever it was would start soon.
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The lights flared, and the music began. Yuki trembled as he walked onto the stage, and looked out at the crowd.
He twitched, plastered a smile on his face, and vowed to kill Tohma.
'ORENJI iro tsuki yoru ga kuruto kimi no koto o omoi dasu
Kakko tsuketa ore no SERIFU wa hoka no dare kano SERIFU de
Fui ni miageru SHIRUETTO kimi no yokogao o terashita
Awai hikari wa ima demo'
As he was singing, he scanned the crowd. There, at the very back, stood Shuichi. He had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and he was… blonde.
'Nani o matteru kimi wa inai heya
Tokei dake ga ashi oto no youni nemurenai mune ni hibiku
Ima mo matteru hitori tomatteru
Futari mita anohi no tsuki o ima dokode kimi wa miteru'
For some reason, he hoped Shuichi didn't think he was screwing up his song. He wanted to make him proud.
'Ore no shigusa manete waratta kimi no koe mo omoi dasu
Kimi to aruku yoru no SHIIN wa ORENJI iro PHOTOGURAFU
Kage ni otoshita uso to ore no wagamama o yurushita
Kimi no namida ga ima demo'
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Shuichi looked at Yuki, singing the song he wrote, and squealed mentally. You couldn't tell how happy he was from the outside, because he kept his face blank. But he was definitely proud.
'Nani mo iwazuni toki wa nagareru
Yagate kuru asa no hisashi ni tokeru youni sora ni kieru
Saigo no yoru wa doko ni mo nakute
Okizari no ore no kokoro o tsuki dake ga ima mo miteru
Kimi o matteru tooi omoi demo
Tokei dake ga ashi oto no youni nemurenai mune ni hibiku
Ima mo matteru hitori tomatteru
Futari mita anohi no tsuki o ima dokode kimi wa miteru'
As the song ended, there was a moment of silence, before the audience began cheering. Shuichi only just managed to keep the smile off of his face as he leant against the wall.
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Yuki, while still internally cringing, grinned and yelled into the microphone. "THANK YOU!" He bounced backstage, and caught sight of Shuichi, once again with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
He squealed, bouncing over to glomp his now blonde lover. Shuichi didn't move an inch, instead only rolling his eyes. "Get off, brat."
Yuki pouted at him. "But I love you, Shuichi!"
"Hn." Shuichi kept his face blank, but inside he was in turmoil. 'Why is he saying he loves me! Is it because he actually does, or because he's acting like I do?'
Tohma appeared suddenly, interrupting his troubled thoughts. He had his annoying trademark smile firmly in place, and he clapped his gloved hands.
"Well done. It seems that you were a success. To celebrate, everyone will come to Club Vanilla."
Shuichi scowled. "If you think I'm coming, you've got another thing coming, Seguchi."
Tohma narrowed his eyes to slits, threat unspoken but obvious. "You are coming. There is no fucking way you're getting out of it."
Shuichi gaped at him, looking like he'd just swallowed his cigarette. Yuki was blinking rapidly, gulping slightly. Quite suddenly, Tohma regained his falsely innocent look.
"Shall we go?"
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Shuichi sat at a table in Club Vanilla, glaring at anyone who dared look at him. Tohma, Sakano, and K sat at the table with him, and were being effectively ignored. Fujisaki was being terrorized by a barely dressed girl over by the bar, and Hiro, Tatsuha, Ryuichi, and Yuki were dancing.
Shuichi, as well as glaring at anyone who looked at him, sent looks of pure death to anyone who tried to hit on Yuki, and there were lots of them.
As he saw one guy get a little too physical, he growled and stomped over, grabbing the guy's arm and dragging him outside. He threw him against the wall outside, glaring fiercely.
"How dare you touch my brat, you son of a bitch! You should have never touched my Yuki!" With that, he brought back his arm, and slammed his fist into the guy's face.
The others had came out of the club in time to see Shuichi flatten the guy. Yuki stared for a second, half amazed that Shuichi could punch so hard, and half happy that he was being defended… even if he didn't need it.
With that, Yuki bounced over, attaching himself to Shuichi with a grin. Instead of pushing him away, Shuichi wrapped a possessive arm around his waist. Yuki giggled, hugging him tighter.
They all slowly went back into the club, Shuichi never letting go over Yuki. This of course meant that Shuichi was dragged on to the dance floor.
Yuki was dancing energetically, and deliberately grinding against Shuichi, but Shuichi was standing stiffly with his arms around Yuki, barely moving.
Yuki looked at the blank expression on his lover's face, and inwardly winced. 'Is that really how I act when he makes me dance with him?'
