Chapter 1
Out of breath, a certain pink-headed, purple-eyed singer plops down on the couch of his apartment. He reaches for the remote and turns on the TV.
"Famous writer Eiri Yuki starts his first Canadian tour today in Quebec at the country's largest Barnes and Nobles. He is promoting his new sellout book "Shine." The very day that it came out on the shelves, bookstores ran out in the first thirty minutes causing the publishing company to print over 100 million more in less than twenty-four hours.
Shuichi sighed. Yuki had only been gone for three days but the thought of him being gone for more than a month was depressing itself. He watched the clip of Yuki's book-signing, catching a grimacing look that cast over Yuki's face when he realized he had ran out of cigarettes. Shuichi walked over to his shoes by the door and grabbed his key to the apartment. The last thing Canada needed was a grumpy Yuki. He locked the door behind him and started walking down the street towards the store. He took his time seeing as he had nothing better to do.
He entered the local convenience store and headed straight for the counter.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Shindou?" the store owner asked. Shuichi smiled.
"Yuki ran out of cigarettes in Canada. You know they don't usually get products from Japan so I'm going to send him a couple packs. You have any in?" he asked. The owner nodded and handed Shuichi a box already taped and labeled.
"I saw the news Shuichi. I think all of Japan saw the grimace on Mr. Eiri's face." He said and laughed. "I left the address blank for you."
"Thank you!" Shuichi said as he paid and walked towards the post office. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. Yuki had written down all the hotels that he was going to be staying at on his tour. He copied the address for his current hotel and paid the overnight shipping fee.
Walking home was more quiet and nerve-racking than his walk to the store. He finally reached the apartment and placed his key in the lock. When he opened the door, he started to yell out his usual greeting, but stopped himself when he remembered that Yuki wasn't home. He plopped down on the couch again. He never slept in the bedroom when Yuki wasn't home. It just didn't feel right. The night passed slowly. Shuichi stayed awake, unable to sleep or rest. This was going to be a long month.
