Sorry it took me a few days to get this chapter up, college is trying to strangle me... Ok here it is, enjoy!
A few days after the stove incident, Yuki was still pissed at Shuichi. To the singer's dismay, he had been given the cold shoulder ever since; Yuki wouldn't look at him, not even to give his signature "fuck off" expression that he too often received.
His cries of protest fell on deaf ears as he was denied access to his lover's bed. Once again the fluff was sent grumbling back to the couch in the living room, without so much as blanket to cover him up. After many sleepless hours, and trying to find a comfortable position, the dark sky started to lighten. Shuichi had just started to doze off when he heard a loud knocking on the door.
"Noooo" he mumbled from in between his arms that were trying to block out a ray of light that had found its way to his eyes.
He heard a voice coming from the other side of the front door. "Yuki! Wake up my darling! I have a gift for you!"
Shuichi sat up quickly, his hair fuzzed and spiked in odd positions. He recognized that voice instantly. His thoughts turned dark and jealous, as his producer continued to knock on the door.
The singer's thoughts were halted as he watched the door to Yuki's room open, and the writer himself appear and pad across the living room to the front door, scratching his stomach absentmindedly.
The very moment he opened the door, Tohma flew in and hugged Yuki. "Good morning Eiri! Did you sleep well? You look pale, are you ok?" He felt the writer's forehead. Shuichi glared daggers from the couch.
Yuki pushed his hand away, rolling his eyes. "What do you want?"
Tohma smiled widely and put a hand on his hip. "I brought you your present!"
Eiri stuck his head out of the front door for a moment. When he closed the door, he looked back at the producer of N-G. "When did you get it?"
"Yesterday, right after I got off the phone with you. Do you want me to have it brought in now?"
Yuki nodded quickly. Curiosity rose in Shuichi's mind. What did he get my honey? He spoke up "What did you get him Tohma-san?" He attempted to sound happy instead of jealous.
Both Seguchi and Eiri turned around. The shorter blonde didn't seem to have noticed him when he came into the apartment, and he said innocently "Oh sorry Shindou, I didn't see you there." His Cheshire smile widened, "I see you are barred from Eiri's bedroom again, as you should be after the horrible incident he told me about between you and his stove." He giggled loudly and turned his full attention back to Yuki.
Shuichi's face reddened in anger. While he was lost in thoughts filled with throwing his boss off a building, the two blondes across the room muttered and turned towards the kitchen. Though Shu wanted to know what they were doing, he didn't move because he was too consumed with cursing at his boss in his head.
After a few moments, they reappeared and headed back towards the front door. Yuki's face was expressionless, like most of the time, but Tohma was all smiles. He placed his hand on the small of Eiri's back as they walked through the door, and smirked back at Shuichi as he shut the door with a snap.
The pink haired boy rose instantly and ran to the window, opening it quickly and sticking his head out of it. He looked down and saw a big truck in the parking lot below. On the side of the truck was a picture of a couch and a chair, and the name of a store which Shuichi didn't doubt was a furniture store. He saw two men propping an oven onto a dolly and pushing it over to the elevator.
"Oh..." He understood now. "Tohma got him a new stove." He grumbled. "Oh how sweet of him." He closed the window and waited for the two to get back.
They returned a few moments later, with the men and the oven.
While the men from the furniture store pulled out the destroyed stove and set in the new one, Tohma sat next to Yuki in the love seat opposite from Shuichi's predatory perch on the couch. He glared jealously as Tohma laughed happily and placed his hand on Yuki's leg when the writer said something obviously very amusing.
This action was too much for Shuichi and he flew over to the two blondes and sat in Yuki's lap, hands around his neck, and glared at Tohma. "Hands off, boyfriend stealer!"
Tohma was about to say something when he glanced at Yuki and stopped. Shuichi also looked at him, and gulped. A vein was pulsing on his temple and he was giving Shuichi the best death glare he could muster. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Shuichi looked offended and pointed at Tohma while looking at his lover. "He's totally flirting with you! He can't do that because you belong to me!" He hugged Yuki possessively and stuck his tongue out at Tohma. Something flashed behind the producer's eyes, but he watched for Yuki's reaction.
"I belong to no one, you stupid brat, I'm not an inanimate object." The writer shoved Shuichi off of his lap, making him fall, for the second time that week, onto his butt. Shuichi got teary eyed.
"Are you saying you love him more than me?" He sniffled slightly.
Yuki stuck a foot in his face, pushing him back on the floor, "When the fuck did I say that? Now go away you nuisance, before you piss me off even more." He fished around in his pockets for something, while Seguchi giggled silently at Shuichi.
The fluff's eyes lightened, despite Tohma laughing at him. "So you mean you do love me more?"
Yuki made a noise between a huff and a growl. "Hardly." He finally found what he was looking for. His face darkened as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. The pack hadn't even been opened, but it had been completely smashed when Shuichi pounced on him. His hand twitched as he settled his glare back to the pink haired one.
The writer stood up and towered over Shuichi. The pink-haired boy shrunk back… "Y-Yuki…?"
Eiri had just stretched his hand out slowly, as if to grab for the boy's neck and strangle him. The look on his face confirmed this theory.
When his hand got within inches of his jugular, Shuichi ducked and held his hands over his head, while squeaking quickly, "Wait Yuki! Wait, please! I'll buy you another pack, no a whole box of them!" He winced and shrunk farther away.
Yuki's hand stopped its path of death, and watched the boy cowering before him. Shuichi peered from between his arms cautiously, making sure his neck was safe, then scooted slowly for the door, where his shoes were thrown.
"O-ok Yuki, I'll be back soon ok?" He kept a close eye on his lover's hand that was still outstretched, and hurriedly put on his shoes. "And don't worry, I have money for it, I'll get it out of my bank account, ok?"
Yuki was silent for a moment as Shuichi fumbled for the doorknob behind him, then he stated with steel in his voice "If you aren't back in an hour I'll kick your little ass."
The singer nodded quickly and almost fell over in his haste to get out.
There was a short silence as the blondes listened to Shuichi running down the hall. After a moment or two, Tohma blinked and put a finger to his lips with an innocent look.
"Oh my…"
Yuki turned back to Tohma and sat next to him again. "What now?"
Seguchi's Cheshire smile reappeared, "Eiri, how exactly did he say he was paying for your cigarettes again?"