Shuichi was still sitting at the shop long after Maiko left. He was also holding his phone, trying to get himself to call Tohma. He was chewing on his bottom lip, flinching, when his teeth accidentally broke the skin.
"Shit," his hand flew to the abused lip, massaging it and making sure, there wasn't blood. Or at least not too much blood.
Shuichi sighed and finally pressed the buttons and dialed Tohma's number. It started to ring and Shuichi was halfway to disconnecting it, telling himself, that the blonde is too busy and he will call another time, when it clicked and he heard Tohma's smooth voice, "Hello?"
"Uh, hey, Se-I mean Tohma-san," Shuichi said nervously.
"Ah, Shuichi-kun, it's unusual for you to call me," Tohma said amusedly, "Did something happen?"
"N-no… I just wanted to ask… are you free tomorrow?" Shuichi asked.
"Let me see," there was a few silent seconds as Tohma looked at his plans, "Hmm, I have free afternoon tomorrow…"
"Great," the singer grinned, "Can we meet?"
"Sure," Tohma agreed, "I can come over to Eiri's or you can come, I am sure Mika won't mind some company…"
"NO!" Shuichi exclaimed, but quickly composed himself, "I… sorry. But can we meet alone? Just the two of us… I have to… tell you something."
If Shuichi could see Tohma, he would see the raised eyebrows.
"O-kay, where would you like to meet then?" Tohma asked.
Shuichi thought for a second, "How about that bar we met the first time? That one that Mika-san dragged me to."
Tohma chuckled in amusement, "Okay, so I will see you there. How about at three?"
"Great, thanks Tohma, bye," Shuichi ended the call and let out nervous sigh.
He didn't realize until now, he was so nervous that his palms were all sweaty. He chuckled a bit at the irony, that he could perform in front of thousands of people, but speaking to Seguchi Tohma was still scaring him to death.
- G - G - G -
Shuichi walked into their apartment with medium sized box with pattisieurs logo printed on it in his hands. On his face was plastered big grin.
"Tadaima Yuki!," he exclaimed happily.
Yuki, surprisingly, came from the living room, not dressed in his usual cotton shirt and sweatpants, like usually when he was working, but in dark jeans and button up shirt.
"You are late," he said flatly, "Where have you been?"
Shuichi scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "I went out with Maiko…"
"Oh? So you already ate?" Yuki raised eyebrow, "And here I wanted to take you out for a dinner… But I guess I will be going alone."
Shuichi gaped at Yuki, who put on his shoes and took his coat.
"I want to go too!" he exclaimed.
"Nope," Yuki smirked, "If you had called, I would have told you not to eat. But we can't have you eat so much, or you will get fat."
"What did you say?! You…" Shuichi yelled out, but suddenly stopped and grinned, "You know what? Have fun!"
And with that he turned on heel and walked to the kitchen.
The blonde was standing there trying to comprehend what just happened. Then he followed the singer, only to find him humming some tune and slicing some dessert.
"What is that?" the novelist asked.
"It's mine," Shuichi said, completely ignoring the question.
"Is it…?" Yuki leaned closer.
"Strawberry shortcake? Yep," Shuichi put one piece on his plate.
"Can I get some?" Yuki asked.
Shuichi started to eat the cake suggestively, "Nope."
"You brat!" Yuki lounged at Shuichi, who giggled and ran away with the plate.
They chased each other around the apartment for a few minutes. Then Shuichi let himself be caught by Yuki and with a silly giggles escaping his lips, he handed some cake to the author.
- G - G - G -
Shuichi slowly came to. He opened his eyes and saw that Yuki was still sleeping, which was a common thing, as he was usually puling all-nighters, and wasn't a morning person.
The singer grinned and leaned closer, so he could kiss the blondes cheek.
Yuki's eyebrows knit together and he cracked one eye open.
"Good morning Sleeping Beauty," Shuichi sing-songed and glanced at a clock that was on a table beside the bed, "It's already past nine…"
Yuki glared, "What are you doing up so early? Go back to sleep…"
Shuichi wanted to protest, but Yuki rolled over and trapped him underneath his weight.
"Sleep," murmured the blonde.
Shuichi rolled his eyes, but then smiled softly. It was times like these, that allowed him to forget that sometimes Yuki could act like an ass.
They stayed in the bed for another hour, before Shuichi's stomach got the better of him, and he climbed out of the bed to go to the kitchen.
Before he left the bedroom, he didn't forget to call out: "I am going to cook breakfast!"
He closed the door and counted down:
3… 2... 1…
"What the hell?!" Yuki came barreling out of the bedroom, "Didn't I tell you not to touch anything?"
Then he saw Shuichi standing right beside the door, grinning, and he narrowed his eyes, realizing he was just played by Shuichi like a piano.
Shuichi glomped him, "Aww, Yuki is so nice and comes to make me breakfast."
"Shut up brat, I should smack your naked ass 'till it's red," the blonde grumbled out, but walked into the kitchen nevertheless.
- G - G - G -
After the breakfast Shuichi went to the bathroom to take shower.
Yuki leaned on the doorframe, looking bored, „I thought, you said today is your day off..."
„I do," Shuichi smiled, „Buuuuut, I also have someone..."
Yuki raised an eyebrow, „Someone? Are you cheating on me?"
„What?! No!" Shuichi exclaimed, „Okay... it's Se- Tohma."
„Whatever," Yuki rolled his eyes and went to the living room.
When Shuichi was done preparing, he checked on Yuki, who was reading by turned on TV.
„Geez, either read or watch," Shuichi rolled eyes.
Yuki lifted his eyes from the book, „Hmm, you are dressed nicely... Too nicely to just meet with your boss..."
„I don't know what you are talking about," Shuichi crossed arms on chest.
„Sure ya don't," Yuki said sarcastically, „I didn't know you owned button down shirt."
„Ah... well... We are meeting in a nice restaurant! Bye!" Shuichi said quickly, turned on his heels and ran out, slamming the door close.
„We will see about that meeting with Seguchi," Yuki murmured, pulling out his cell phone and dialing familiar number.
- G - G - G -
„Yes Eiri, I am sure Shuichi-kun is meeting with me. In fact, I am just leaving to go there," Tohma was reassuring Yuki for the third time, with amused tone in his voice.
The blonde walked out of his Office, waved at his secretary and got on the elevator.
„You sound jealous," Tohma pointed out, „Yes, you are. But don't worry. I will keep an eye on your princess. Bye."
Tohma chuckled as he ended the call and put his cell phone into his pocket. Sometimes Eiri could be act really cute about the singer.
He was nearing his car, pulling out the keys, when suddenly a hand with weird smelling rag came from behind and pressed to his nose. Tohma wanted to scream, but it came out muffled. He felt his limbs weaken. Someone started to drag him, and suddenly he was pushed into some foreign car. The last thing he remember was a dark chuckle. And then everything became dark.