Bleeeh, I got a comment from someone raging about why Yuki wouldn't write an mpreg (I read it a long time ago, so maybe it wasn't a rage). I wrote this story for fun, chill your tits. Did you know people could write anything they wanted in a fan fiction? Le gasp! Okay, sorry, but it kind of irks me when people get angry over what someone else decides to write in a fan fiction. I know this. I never said this story wouldn't be a little OOC.

People actually wanted another chapter for this story and I feel bad for not making another. This fic was done such a long time ago, but like most of my fics, I keep them locked away in my documents. I'm not creative as my old self, so hopefully it will be enough to your liking.

Warning: Cussing (as usual). Lame grammar attempts.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation. T-T

~*Fanfiction Reality*~

It had been days since Shuichi made the hateful comment to the user -YourAssIsMine-. He didn't get a reply back, since the site didn't have convenient messaging.* He still didn't like the fact that people actually wrote things like that, but he left it at that.

Shuichi sighed and rolled around on the cold wooden floor, too upset to get up and do anything. He had spent such a long time writing his one fanfiction. He almost felt as if he had put much more into it than he had his own lyrics. Sure, his spelling and grammar was shit, but that shouldn't have mattered. He put his true feelings into words and wrote about things that were actually real. Not about shit that would never happen. Like getting pregnant or Yuki taking him out on a honeymoon. Or Yuki taking him on a honeymoon and then getting pregnant.

He jutted out his bottom lip, staring at the ceiling as he laid there. If only some fan fictions were real…

"What the hell are you doing on the floor?"

Shuichi ignored his lover for a moment before saying, "Wallowing in self sadness."

"As long as it's getting the floors clean, I don't care."

"Yukiiiii!"

Yuki stepped over the sprawled out man on the floor, making sure to drag his feet over his body. This resulted in more whining as he sat on his wheeled computer chair.

"Remind me again on why you're in here?"

"I want you to console me." Yuki could hear the pout in his lover's voice.

"That's pretty bold coming from someone who knows I'm busy." That was a lie. He was actually caught up with his newest novel. He had to, or else he couldn't write for his side hobby.

Shuichi shut up for a minute. The silence too good to be true, he crawled over to Yuki quietly and peeked over his shoulder. "What are you writing about?"

Shuichi was slightly shocked at the nervous jump Yuki's hand gave as he clicked out of his Microsoft word document.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

"Right." Shuichi said, dragging out the word for sarcastic effect.

This was a first. Why was Yuki acting so fidgety when writing all of a sudden? In the past, he didn't care to click out of the program when writing hardcore erotica chapters with Shuichi looking over his shoulder for a moment. Hell, once when Yuki was writing an overly mushy romantic scene he didn't click out. And after a moment of Shuichi staring at the screen with warmness, thinking Yuki wasn't such a bastard after all and actually had a sweet side to him, Yuki said, "If you're not in here to suck my dick, get out."

So what was he writing that made him so embarrassed? Unless he was actually writing a romance novel about the two of them! Shuichi broke into a grin and slid onto his knees, back facing Yuki's chair. He had to hide his giddiness or else Yuki would get suspicious and kick him out before he could think of a plan to look at the screen. Had the God he barely believed in answered his prayers?

Yuki seemed tense for a moment. His typing patterns were forced and it seemed like he was overly conscious of Shuichi. Mumbling a 'whatever', Shuichi slid all the way to the floor and rolled a little ways away. He gave out the saddest, bored sigh he could softly muster and continued to softly roll side to side like he was earlier. It wasn't hard to do, since he was actually idea-less at the moment and bored out of his mind.

Then his idea came to his mind just as the wheel from Yuki's chair bumped against his forehead.

"Hey!" Shuichi yelled, touching his forehead while he rolled away.

"Next time listen when people are speaking to you. My writers block is kicking in and I still need to feed you. Get your ass up and put some clothes on."

Get some clothes on? Shuichi rubbed his forehead a little before breaking into a huge grin and squealing after realization sunk in.

"Yuki's taking me out on a date!" He yelled, leaving the room quickly. He was glad he had a diversion to leave in a hurry. If he hadn't, he wouldn't be able to write down his genius plan. Oh yes, today was going to be a good day.

~*End*~

It's 5:22 in the morning as I'm writing this. I've had 'writers block' for such a long time that I made myself write/finish some fan fictions in progress. And I chose this one (the one that was supposed to be a one shot xD )! I'm surprised at how well the idea's for this fic are coming out. But as a fair warning, it might take a while for the next chapter to come out. I'm good at coming up with ideas, but bad with filling in the rest.

(*) Random fact: I wrote this using as the site Yuki and Shuichi are on. It was the first fan fiction site I had been on and the first I posted my lame 12 (maybe 13?) year old written fics on. So if some things didn't make sense about it, there's your reason. :)

And I actually think those usernames I used are close to real actual usernames on this site. xD Again, I'm sorry for any likeliness! And I want to thank the person who recently left a review on the first chapter to this fic. You gave me motivation to make another chapter and I thank you for that my dear (even though I'm like a year late o,O You gave me motivation, no less). 3