"I'm free! I'm free, I'm free, I'm free!"
Eiri fought back a groan as Shuichi's cry of triumph echoed throughout the apartment and became a chant. The former singer's lithe form pranced about the living room as he did so. Every now and then, his butt wiggled with his chant. It was reminiscent of the times from Bad Luck, when Shuichi was allowed to dance on stage as he sang. Eiri thought he would never see Shuichi behave in such a manner ever again.
Next to him, Tohma chuckled. It was nothing unusual for Tohma to see such a display from the younger man. Since Bad Luck's demise, the older man visited quite often, checking on both Eiri and Shuichi. He had even dropped all pretenses of disliking Shuichi, and the two were found on a couple of different occasions talking in quiet voices. The former synth master, out of everyone in Eiri's family, had been the most supportive of Shuichi with his career change.
On the other side of Eiri sat Tatsuha. The teen's eyes grew wide. It was rare that Eiri's younger brother saw this side of Shuichi. Such antics had been reserved for stage performances but since Bad Luck had disbanded . . . well, the singer's energy needed some place to go, and Eiri could not keep having sex with him all the time. It would become rather boring to say the least.
"For now, you are," Eiri replied, interrupting his lover's chanting and dancing about. "Just wait, though. You soon won't be. You'll have to start the touring and the autograph sessions all over again. That is, if anyone's stupid enough to buy that piece of crap and actually read it."
To that, Shuichi stuck his tongue out at Eiri and a bright smile crossed the young man's features. He was proud of himself for at least accomplishing something, and it made him happy. It was good to see Shuichi happy once more. In fact, it was quite . . . liberating, and Eiri found he could not wait until his brother and brother-in-law left for once they were gone . . .
'That cute little ass is mine.'