~ Day 3: Wednesday ~

The novelist was completely worn out. In the morning, he had been forced to appear on a talk show to talk about his career and his.. love life. The anchor woman (A/N: I'm not sure if they call them that or not, but oh well..) had kept asking him things about his pink-haired pop star lover. He could have sworn the woman was a crazy fan girl and he would have pointed it out to her if he hadn't been live on TV, but instead, he had just told her as little details as he could manage to get away with.

At the moment, he was sitting in the middle of a heap of headaches, in other words, Yuki Eiri fan girls. He had to sign autographs and was less than happy about it.

"Oh my GOD! You are sooooooo hot up close, Yuki-sama! Can I have a picture of you?" the redheaded girl who was currently in front of him squealed.

Eiri shook his head with an apologizing smile and said; "No sorry, it wouldn't be fair on the other fans if I only gave one of you a picture and I don't have that many to hand out.."

Inside, he was thinking; "Piss off already, I need a smoke!"

The girl looked utterly disappointed, but she didn't say anything more about it. She just accepted the autograph and bid him farewell with a longing look in her eyes. Eiri rolled his and pulled out a cigarette pack as the next girl approached him shyly. Before he could even begin to take out a cigarette, the girl handed over one of his latest novels and looked down with a deep blush.

"Please sign this, Yuki-sama," she said in a painfully quiet tone of voice, which forced the author to strain his ears in order to hear.

"Will do," he replied as he grabbed the book, once again doing his best not to snap.

After signing the novel, he gave it back to the shy girl and waited impatiently for her to go away, which she didn't. She just stood there, hugging the book and looking down. Apparently, she wanted him to say something. He held back a frustrated sigh with great effort.

"Look girl, you should let the other fans have their turn now. The line keeps growing," he said, using the gentlest voice he could muster.

The girl's head finally snapped up and her blush deepened as she realized that she was blocking the line.

"U-umm.. G-gomenasai," she whispered.

Then, she retreated with one last glance at the handsome man.

Eiri rubbed his temple, wondering if it would ever end. Maybe when he became a senile, wrinkly, old man with cancer. Possibly.

After repeatedly writing down his own name on a bunch of books, body parts and posters, he finally got his well-deserved break. He sighed and steered his eyes to the not-so-forgotten box of cancer sticks lying on the tiny table in front of him. With trembling hands, he picked it up and opened it to take out a... pocky? He frowned and emptied the whole box desperately on the table. All of them were pocky. Not one single cigarette. It didn't take much to piss Yuki Eiri off, but this? Let's just say that nobody within the next five hundred meters was able to return home with their hearing intact. Except Eiri of course. He was too busy with thoughts on how to kill a certain pink-haired singer as he cursed the godforsaken world to even hear the incoherent words that passed his own lips.

Luckily, Shuichi's life was saved as the boy went to Hiroshi's place after 'work' and came home to a drunk Eiri, who had, apparently, forgotten everything about pocky and cigarettes. It was evident with the way he kept calling his boyfriend 'baby' and 'chocolate cake'. Shuichi didn't think he wanted to know exactly how he turned into a chocolate cake in the eyes of his lover, but he had a good clue what it was about and it made him shiver, both in horror and excitement, to think of what could come next if Eiri stayed drunk. Unfortunately though, they both fell asleep on the couch before anything happened. Oh well, maybe it was for the best. After all, who ever said that Yuki Eiri was only a pervert when drunk? Considering the way Rui had barked, trying to warn Shuichi, he could quite truthfully be a cannibal as well.