Author's Notes: Okay, have you ever just wrote small, little sniplets and wondered what the hell to do with them? Well, with constant pushing from Star, I've decided to post some small drabbles that I have of Gravitation, up… but I didn't want to do them on them own, because they're only short. So, this is how "The Dabble Files" was born! There's going to be random, short little drabbles, all of them should be sweet and rated G and PG-13 at the most, and I ask you to enjoy them. It shall be updated according to how my Muses are feeling, and if school work is low… and a note, the drabbles aren't linked to each other at all.

Notes: DUDE! An update-dies- this one came out of nowhere (okay, I'm lying, I have an obsession with UberThin!Shuichi) and was only meant to be short. It grew and grew and wouldn't stop!

Summary: A little corner in the archive, full of - or will be - sweet, cute and adorable drabbles that will just want to make you coo and adopt Shuichi as your next pet. Sit back, relax and enjoy tempting, short and easy to digest reads.

Disclaimer: Nadda. Not mine. Lucky people.


The Drabble Files
By dntfckwifme

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Shuichi had always been small. Small and delicate like a girl, with a willowy frame, petite and frail hands and a fine-bone structure. Bones that jutted out painfully at every angle. He was always seen eating, munching on pocky from dawn 'til dusk, but he was never seen, heard; caught, in the bathroom, his head hung over the toilet and purging that hollow stomach of his. His pink hair, brittleness that was blamed on the constant dying of it, soaked with sweat, his sickly-pale skin crying translucent tears as his locks curled at the base of his neck, and his heart singing lub-dub-lub-dub as it beat against his ribs.

He continued acting like Shuichi, giving his all in everything, never keeping still, jumping around so he could burn more calories; no one noticed his habit, even when he started to complain of stomach pains, his hands, shaking, clutching onto his flat and slightly curved inwards stomach. "Here," Hiro would mutter, chucking the tiny male a sandwich. "You're just hungry." Unknowingly adding to his disorder.

He needed to stay thin - thin and beautiful, because he'd seen the sort of girls that Yuki use to date. Tall, thin, gorgeous and with a healthy cleavage - Shuichi couldn't do anything about his height, or his gender, unfortunately, so the only thing he could was at least try the other points. His efforts got him scarred knuckles, more volatile mood swings, and serve fatigue that left him as weak as a kitten some days; unable to go into work as Yuki nursed him back to health.

But slim he stayed, an unnatural weight, his ribs showing in rows and his hips looking almost unreal as they stuck out from the frail body. His hands, scarred knuckles and all, were brittle and shook when he held anything, and Shuichi was thankful for mic-stands and at excuses of clumsiness. Pink hair, once bright, bouncy and full of life, now hung over his eyes and fell out in pink, matted, clumps and his face was nothing but lines and angles; his jaw firmly defined in its girly glory and his wide, amethyst eyes simply seemed too large for his tiny, thin, tear-tracked stained face.

When Shuichi was caught making himself sick, fingers down his throat and his head hovering over the toilet bowl, it was the last time he did. Yuki had come home, early, from a meeting with his editor and had started to look for the frightfully thin Shuichi, in order to drag the younger male to dinner - slap some meat onto those showing bones of his. He looked, and he looked, dragging his hands through his blonde hair that didn't snag nor fall out in the thousands, like his lovers' did, and finally he checked the last place. The bathroom.

He rapped on the door, smartly, three times, before he entered, after having a brief struggle with the half-locked, and hastily done so, door. He found Shuichi. Unconscious, on the bathroom floor, lying on his back with one arm loosely resting on the toilet. His lips, dry and cracking lips that were freckled with blood and vomit, were half open and the hand resting on the toilet rim had two fingers covered, coated, slicked with saliva. The pungent smell of regurgitated food and blood hung around the small bathroom as Shuichi lay, deathly still, on the floor, his eyes closed as his eyelashes rested just ever-so on his sickly coloured cheeks.

And there Yuki stood, shocked, horrified and numb. And there Shuichi lay, thin, beautiful and dead.


Arizosa: DUDE! That'd be cute... may steal. -wink- and sure, I've paid them, but, meh... what can I say? I have mental problems. -sweet grin- Whispers of a Ghost: -huggles da person- another update, you happy? I know.. not a full-length fic (Hey! I wrote you one though!) but it is kinda longishy... ain't it? and moi? Relle-sama-blushes- you're so sweet-tugs her cheeks- me thinks me needs to write something other than drabbles that isn't Harry Potter... Gravi needs more of my attention-ponders- suza: sweet review, man. thanks a bunch-beams- Ildreen Love: Did you have fun/write? Hope so-beams- and smoking, it makes everyone sit and wonder what it's like... it was only a matter of time for Shuichi! Ashura Akuma: Yuki's theory... is true. -nods, all serious like- I ish so happy that you liked it! and meh, Shuichi reaction, glad it was realistic... coconut-ice agent h/h: You never review if I tell you anyway and YUSH the piccie does rock, man. A paragrah break? meh. can't be arsed, dolls. Kadzuki Fuchoin: Your reivews always make me giggle. -hugs- and look, dude! An update! Are you proud? keito-kyokun: -blinks- thanks, man. hana rui: -preens happily- why thank you! I am glad that you like, for sure... -beams- thanks a lot for your wonderful comments. -sniggle- thanks.

DUDE! A kick in the teeth for those who practice bulimia. Not cool, man... not cool. That's why this ain't got a title... the drabble/short-story says it all, I think.