Title: Chocolate doesn't have to be mundane
Words: 416
Pairings: One sided Rage/Shuichi of sorts.
This is for the February Challenge, which is to write a drabble for Valentine's Day.
Shuichi always received a lot of chocolate on Valentine's Day. Even before he was signed to NG, there had been the occasional girl who had taken pity on him, along with the embarrassingly huge chocolates his sister always gave him. And after he became a star, February 20th had come to mean piles of sugary delight filling the apartment, or in this case, the hotel, since he had a photo shoot that was keeping him from home.
Normally, he liked the chocolates, though he had to admit he found them a bit boring. But, right now, he was annoyed. He'd lost Rage's chocolate, the one with the ticking noise, the one with the letter promising a special surprise at midnight.
Now he found himself on his hands and knees sifting through piles of pink heart-shaped boxes in sight, and there seemed to be no end to them. It was only two minutes to midnight, and there was no one to save him and millions of people about die. Yuki was at home, Hiro on a date, and the other three were busy working their lives away.
He wiped a tear from his eye, feeling even more frustrated. He was going to die alone, all because Yuki was… Well, he didn't know what the excuse was this time.
As a pile of presents feel away, he heard a tick-tock noise, coming from the huge, pink package that he had tried to throw away earlier. He looked at his watch, just in time to see it hit 12:00. He jumped back with a shriek, shielding his face with his arm.
One second, two seconds, four, eight, and yet no boom. He slowly lowered his arm as he approached the package. He kneeled in front of it and pulled on the ribbon, only to be blasted backwards by… Confetti?
He blinked as he saw what appeared to be a spring-loaded panda, holding a large, chocolate-shaped heart. It bore, written in pink frosting, a message in English.
"A lovely sweet for the sweet.
From Rage to Shindou-sama."
He put a hand to his heart, eyes bugging, breath hitched. "Girls are scary…" He cautiously reached out and plucked the heart from the panda's hand and set it on the table. As scary as the idea of Rage's cooking was, it was a piece of chocolate, and he couldn't call it boring either. Of course, there was an even worse thought. "This means I have to give her something for White Day…"
I like Rage, so sue me.