~ Day 4: Thursday ~

"I'm off then, Yuki!" Shuichi announced cheerfully from the door, but not before biting his lover's ear as a goodbye.

Eiri groaned in response, since he wasn't a morning person. Fortunately, he had a day off from autograph signing and things like that. He could work at his own pace for the entire day and it suited him just fine. He wondered briefly what he had been doing after getting home the day before. The alcohol had had its effects and he couldn't remember a thing. It was likely nothing of importance though, he mused. As long as the apartment hadn't fallen apart, he could probably rest assured that nothing bad would come out of not remembering. With this in mind, the author fell back into dreamless sleep.

He didn't wake up until there was a loud bang on the front door. Thinking that Shuichi had forgotten his key, for the simple reason that he hardly had any guests, he dragged himself out of bed without as much as a glance at the clock. Still in his pyjamas, he opened the door in a daze to let the intruder in and started turning around to walk back into the bedroom, before he heard a cough come from the person standing in the doorway. He finally faced them. To his surprise, it wasn't Shuichi. It was an old lady, and not a very happy-looking one at that. She looked as if she wanted to kill a puppy, which caused Eiri to wonder where Rui could be when he actually needed him.

"Yes? Can I help you with anything?" he questioned irritably, staring coldly at the lady.

She wasn't affected by his cold glare at all. In fact, she took the liberty of glaring back at the novelist, with even more intensity than him.

"I'd like to have a word with the owner of this apartment. Is that you?" she spoke in a shrill voice.

"I am," Eiri stated simply.

"Can I come inside?"

The blonde man hesitated for a brief second, before nodding his head in approval. He wasn't pleased with the intrusion in the least, though, he couldn't just refuse the old lady and as much as he hated to admit it, he was quite curious as to what on earth was her business with him. Thus, he stepped out of the way, gesturing for her to enter, all the while keeping his cold gaze on her.

The woman followed the author into the kitchen, where she seated herself at the kitchen table without asking. This attitude only served to make Eiri even more curious, though, he refused to let that show on his face. He himself took the seat opposite of the lady and waited impatiently for her to start talking, which she did, eventually, after a few moments of participating in a silent glaring contest.

"I would like to discuss the rules of this apartment complex, if you don't mind," she began, quirking an eyebrow in question as her mouth returned to a straight line.

Eiri didn't reply, but instead, he frowned in confusion.

"What the hell is this hag's problem? I didn't do anything to deserve this, fuck sake!"

The lady cleared her throat, seeing the silence as a sign to continue; "First of all, my name is Tanaka Kiyomi.. And you are?"

The novelist stared at her in utter disbelief. Had the old hag just asked who he was? She didn't recognize him? Well.., that was certainly a new experience since becoming famous. Suddenly, his confusion became a satisfied smirk as he realized that for once, he wouldn't have to deal with a fan telling him how they'd do anything to have this and that. Then again, a wrinkly, old lady wasn't exactly appealing enough to go rivaling his young, stupid, yet delicious lover. He doubted the lady was trying to blackmail him if she didn't even know who he was, unless she was faking. But if she really didn't want sex, money or fame, then what? Discuss rules? And when the fuck was the last time he had broken any stupid rules? He somehow had a hard time believing the woman's words, but decided to play along.

"Yu.. Uesugi Eiri," he responded coldy, still glaring.

"Well then, Uesugi-san, you are aware of agreeing to follow the rules the landowner has set, no?"

"Get to the point, lady," Eiri demanded flatly.

Kiyomi's eyebrow twitched in irritation at the man's disrespect and rudeness.

"As you wish. I was forced to come here repeated times yesterday evening, since I couldn't sleep due to the noise. The pink-haired boy and his friend weren't very polite either. They refused to turn the volume down. I'm assuming those two are your roommates? Well anyway, when I asked for the owner, they simply told me that he wasn't here and shut the door in my face before I had the chance to say anything else. Then, I came back, but the same thing happened again and I hardly got any sleep because of this! Can you imagine the nerves of these youngsters? ..So then.., then, I decided to come back today and here I am," she explained, raising her shrill voice towards the end, causing Eiri to wince.

"Damn that fucking brat. Wait 'til I get my hands on him..!"

"And.. What do you suggest I do about that?" he questioned irritably.

"I would like for those two to apologize to me and repay me for my lost sleep. I would also appreciate it if you don't let them have the apartment to themselves again," she replied, sticking her nose out arrogantly as she crossed her arms.

The blonde rubbed the bridge of his nose, resisting the urge to hit the lady with the purse she'd placed on the table when seating herself.

"Look, I don't know how to 'repay you for your lost sleep', but if it's so damn important, then I'll tell the brat to apologize to you. How's that sound?"

Kiyomi opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by shouting and a loud 'bang'.

"YUKIIIIIIIIIIII! I FORGOT MY KEYS! HEY HEY! WHY ISN'T THE DOOR LOCKED? ANYWAY, YOU KNOW HIRO RIGHT? RIGHT? HE JUST CALLED ME A BAKA AGAIN FOR FORGETTING MY KEYS, BUT YOU KNOW, IT'S THE FIRST TIME THIS WEEK!"

In a blur, an unknown, pink object raced around the entire apartment, before finally finding his lover in the kitchen with a woman. That's where it stopped and transformed into a person.

"Yuki..? Are you.. cheating on me?" he asked, pitiful tears forming in the corners of his violet eyes.

"Brat, do you think I'm desperate enough to go for a woman who is at least forty years older than me when I can have any slut I want?" the author deadpanned with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Kiyomi didn't seem to pay much attention to the extremely rude comment the blonde man had made, since she was busy boring her own orbs into the violet pair.

"You two are.. together?" she questioned with narrowed eyes, though, it came out more as an accusing statement than a question.

"None of your business, but yeah.., we are. Got a problem with that?" Eiri said, glaring threateningly and daring her to say anything about their relationship.

".. Yes, you're right. It is none of my concern," the lady decided then, breaking the eye contact with Shuichi and once again facing the owner of the apartment.

There was an uncomfortable silence between the three for a few moments, until Shuichi's eyes widened and he let out a sound of recognition, pointing rudely at Kiyomi.

"Hey, you! Haven't I seen you somewhere?" he inquired, loud as usual.

"Now that you ask..," Kiyomi began, clearing her throat, eyebrow once again twitching to indicate her irritation. "Does the name Tanaka Kiyomi ring a bell to you, boy?"

The singer put a finger to his chin, thinking.

"Hmm.. Tanaka.. Tanaka...," he mumbled, tapping the finger thoughtfully. "OH! You're that old lady who came by yesterday before me and Sakuma-san went to NG to record a song together, aren't you?"

"That's me," she replied, creasing her nose.

"What was it you wanted again? I forgot," Shuichi questioned awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

"I'd like for you and that.. Sakuma, did you say his name was? boy to apologize to me. It's what me and your.. partner agreed to before you showed up," Kiyomi explained.

"Hehe.. Sakuma-san isn't a boy. He's older than 30 and he's my god!"

The woman and author both gave him a look that said "Oh come on."

"But what should we apologize about? I don't get it," he said then, tilting his head innocently.

"I'll repeat myself, since you seem to have forgotten everything," Kiyomi retorted, disgust and annoyance clear in her voice. "Yesterday, I only wanted to get some sleep, since I've been waking up early lately, without being able to fall back asleep for some reason, and today wasn't an exception either. Because of you two refusing to turn the volume down, I only got myself a few hours of sleep. I think I deserve an apology and a promise that you will not do that again."

"Ohh.. I remember now. But you didn't hear us when we said that it's too early to go to bed at 9 pm, so Sakuma-san slammed the door in your face twice! He's not bad though, he was just in a playful mood, so he doesn't have to say sorry!" Shuichi exclaimed protectively, pouting at the suggestion to have his god apologize to anyone.

Eiri, who had been nearly dozing off in boredom, turned to the woman, disbelief written all over his face.

"9 pm? Now listen to me lady, if you live in an apartment complex you can't expect everyone to shut up at your convenience. I would have understood if it was freaking past midnight or something, but 9 pm? Come on, some people, like this baka here, tend to work around that time and you're whining about not getting your sleep? Just go home, why don't you?" he growled.

Kiyomi glared coldly at the man, who glared back, involving in another glaring contest. Shuichi sweat dropped, before deciding to ignore the unpleasant mood surrounding the other two.

"Anyway, Sakuma-san came over yesterday with a brilliant idea to do karaoke as warm up before going to NG! Great idea huh? That's Sakuma-san for you! Always so awesome!" the vocalist babbled, eyes shining. "And guess what?" he continued excitedly, not caring about the fact that the other two in the room weren't even paying attention to him. "We're going to record even more songs together today! I'm the happiest person in the world to be singing with Sakuma Ryuichi!" he squealed.

Kiyomi hastily broke the glaring contest, whipping her head towards the pink-haired boy.

"Sakuma Ryuichi?" she exclaimed and stood up excitedly, grabbing Shuichi's hands, eyes sparkling in a similar fashion as the boy.

Suddenly, the front door slammed open a second time.

"SHUICHIII! KUMA-CHAN WANTED TO COME PICK YOU UP TOO! IS THAT OKAY?" a childish voice sounded throughout the whole apartment, causing Eiri's head to slump hopelessly on the kitchen table, an exasperated sigh escaping his mouth.

The addressed boy's entire face lit up and he broke out of the grasp, rushing to find his idol, overly excited woman in tow.

"SHU-CHAN! I missed you, na no da!" Ryuichi exclaimed, running over to hug his best friend, who melted as he always did when being close to the man.

"But you know, you didn't tell me you had a doggie! Kuma-chan was really shocked!"

As if on cue, Rui appeared next to Ryuichi, wailing his tail in excitement.

"Oh, I'm sorry Sakuma-san! This here is Rui, Rui, this is Sakuma Ryuichi!" Shuichi rambled, once again introducing his pet, but this time to his life-long, godly idol.

"Nice to meet you, Rui!" Ryuichi giggled, reaching down to have Kumagoro pet the dog.

Alright, backing up for some explanations.

You see, these two singers, as you all know, do work for the same company, but the thing is that they don't meet up during daytime, because K won't allow it, for the reason that once they run into each other, they are inseparable and that way they get no job done. However, Tohma and the rest have agreed to let them record some songs together after work and they happily agreed of course! But now Ryuichi here is cheating a little by coming early to pick up Shuichi, who just went home to fetch his key, when they are both supposed to be working separately. So that's how it is. Ok, now you can continue.

As she watched them interact, Kiyomi was drooling and her eyes resembled a pair of wrinkly, yet sparkly stars. Her hands were folded together, trembling.

Ryuichi didn't notice the old woman before he broke out of the friendly hug. When he did, he became, if possible, even more energetic than he had already been.

"Shu-chan! Shu-chan! Who's your other friend? She's just standing there!" he squeaked out childishly, jogging up to Kiyomi to stare her right in the face, making her back up a little, blushing heavily.

"Ah.. That's.. umm.. Tanaka-san. She came by yesterday too..," Shuichi explained, looking away from the woman in question, however, she wasn't paying attention to him at all.

"Ohhh! You're that silly dilly woman who wanted to go to bed at 9 pm! Hehehe, it's nice to meet you, I hope we can become really good friends!" Ryuichi giggled, then continued, shoving Kumagoro in her face; "I'm Sakuma Ryuichi, but you can just call me Ryuichi or Ryu-chan! And this is Kumagoro, na no da! I think he likes you!"

Kiyomi looked dazed.

"You're really the real Sakuma Ryuichi?" she asked carefully, hope lacing her voice.

"Yup! Of course I am, na no da!" the famous singer reassured her excitedly, taking her hands into his and making her yelp in surprise.

"Tanaka-san, you're a fan of Sakuma-san too?" Shuichi inquired, running up to the two of them, looking from singer to elder woman.

Kiyomi kept staring dazedly at the man holding her hands.

"Yes.. I mean.. Who isn't?" she managed to whisper.

"That's what I thought too! But can you believe that Yuki doesn't like him at all? Yuki has a really weird taste, but he's still my Yuki! Oh, and no offense to you, Sakuma-san, Yuki just doesn't like anything that I like!"

"Shu-chan!" Ryuichi yelled, pouting as he let go of Kiyomi's hands and faced his pink-haired friend. "I've told you not to call me Sakuma-san!" he whined, tears sparkling in the corners of his eyes.

"G-Gomenasai.., R-Ryuichi!" Shuichi stammered, holding his hands up defensively.

"It's okay, Shuu!" the older singer giggled, glomping the boy.

Meanwhile, Eiri was sitting with his head resting on the kitchen table, face expressionless. He really wanted to kick all of them out, but he was just so tired.. So, he let himself fall into another dreamless slumber..

He woke up to a loud noise. It sounded like someone killing a cat with a chainsaw. Groaning, the author hauled himself up from the chair and began walking in the direction of the disturbance, in other words, the living room. "Have those fuckers not gone home yet?" he wondered in annoyance.

When he reached his destination, he was in a good mood for a cigarette. Shuichi, Ryuichi and Kiyomi were doing karaoke in the middle of the day.. in his apartment and the one singing was.. the old woman. That was the horrible noise he had heard.

"DOKO NI MO TOMARANAI!
MITASANAI EMOTION SHIKATO KIMETE OIKOSE YO!
FURUETERU SHAI NA SEKAI NO NUKE-MICHI O NERATTE!
TADORITSUKU BASHO E I WANT NEW WORLD!" she sang, or screamed.

"Oh, Kiyomi-san is good at singing Bad Luck songs too!" Ryuichi complimented cheerfully. Shuichi nodded excitedly. Eiri stared at them as if they'd gone crazy. All he heard was some awful, ear-deafening screaming.., but it surprised him how loud the woman could 'sing'. In any case, listening to the sound of metal scraping against a plate for an hour would have given him less of a headache and therefore, he didn't hesitate to unplug the wire on the karaoke set. It took a few seconds for Kiyomi to register the lack of music, but when she did, she shrugged and began giggling, putting the microphone away, before approaching her idol, who pulled her in for a bear hug.

"YUKI! Why did you do that?" Shuichi demanded.

Eiri shot a death glare at him.

"Are you kidding me, brat? I don't feel that becoming deaf is a good idea."

Shuichi stared at him confusedly, puppy eyes in place, but the blonde man shrugged him off.

"I'm out of cigarettes. I'm gonna go buy some and you are going to get rid of those two while I'm gone. Do you hear me?" he ordered.

The singer nodded sadly.

"Fine, but come back soon, Yuki!" he pleaded, to which he didn't get a better reply than an irritated grunt.

With that, the novelist was off.

He walked down the street to the nearest convenience store, grumbling to himself.

He was actually a bit surprised that he was able to buy his cigarettes without a problem.. Well, the fat woman before him in the line took an awfully long time to pay and to top it of, she gave him a few creepy, suggestive glances, to which he glared coldly, silently ordering her to hurry up. But other than that, he got what he wanted and was able to return to his, hopefully, empty apartment.

Entering the apartment with a sigh, he took a moment to listen to the lovely silence, until Rui came running, barking happily and wailing his tail, to which Eiri put both palms to his face, refusing to look at the dog. Surprisingly, Rui didn't take long to greet the man, but instead ran back to wherever he had come from. Eiri removed his hands from his face, quirking an eyebrow. He wandered into the living room, praying to God that there would be no singers or old women. Fortunately, God heard his prayers.. to some extent. Unfortunately, he hadn't heard the part about old women, considering the fact that there was one sleeping on his sofa.

"That fucking brat..! I thought I told him to get rid of both of them!"

Groaning, he walked over to the sofa, cursing his lover for leaving Kiyomi there and for escaping his wrath. Then, he spotted some empty beer cans and a sloppily written note on the table. He picked the piece of paper up and squinted in order to understand what it said.

Yuki,

Me and Sakuma-san are off to NG. Will you take Kiyomi-san to her apartment? I dunno which one it is, but try to get her to tell you, okay? We were going to get her to leave, but she was so drunk! She tried to hit me when I told her to go home.. So.. Onegai Yuki? Love you! Chuu! :3

Your Shuichi

He crumpled the piece of paper, teeth clenched and eyebrows twitching. Looking at the old woman, he noticed that she was grinning stupidly and drooling.. on his couch.

"Ryuichi-saaan.. Hehehe," she giggled in her sleep, causing Eiri to frown in annoyance.

"Not one peaceful day since that brat started living here.."

"Alright, up you go lady," he demanded, roughly taking hold of her arm to haul her up.

Kiyomi slumped in his arms, acting more like a lifeless doll than a human. The author rolled his eyes.

"Hey, wake up already!" he shouted in her ear, loosing what was left of his patience.

The woman's eyes shot open and she stared at the man as if she'd never seen him before.

"Where... Who...?" she mumbled, looking around frantically.

Eiri sighed.

"If you tell me the number of your apartment and give me your key, I'll answer your questions," he reasoned insincerely, rubbing his temple.

The drunk woman mumbled something about a bag in the kitchen. Eiri remembered the bag he had seen before and went to fetch it. Rummaging around inside of it a little, he found what he was looking for. When he went back to the living room, Kiyomi revealed the number of her apartment to be 49.

The reluctant author dragged the half-sleeping, drunk lady back to her apartment, all the while thinking of all the cigarettes he was going to smoke once he got back to his own.

After dumping Kiyomi somewhere on the floor, he returned to where he'd come from, relieved to notice that his pink-haired lover was still out. He smoked a few cigarettes and then threw himself on the couch, attempting to get some more sleep, when, suddenly, the stench reminded him that he was supposed to clean up some of the mess the boy had left. He sat up, reaching for his phone to dial the number to Tohma's cellphone.

"Eiri-san?" a worn-out voice spoke on the other line.

"GET THAT BRAT HERE RIGHT NOW! TELL HIM HE HAS TO CLEAN UP AFTER HIMSELF!" he yelled into the phone, then hung up.

Shortly afterwards, he fell asleep.