Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Seven Days ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

Seven Days

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation that honor belongs to Maki Murakami-dono. I also do not own the song “You look so fine.” Garbage owns that, but I do own the c.d. ^.^ so do not sue please

Genre: Romance/Drama

Rated: T if you aren't mature enough to deal with homosexual relationships, go away

Type: Complete

Summary: Shuichi's had enough, he finally leaves Yuki, but Yuki wants him back. Now Eiri's got 7 days to see if he can win him back or live without him. (YukixShuichi)

A/N: Just so everyone knows &~& <<< that is my magical `flashback signal' OooO ahhh! ^_~

 

Chapter Five

 

No one spoke until a loud `thump' was emitted from the corner of the room where their producer Sakano, once stood.

“Sakano-san! Sakano-san are you alright?” Hiroshi asked rushing over towards Sakano who passed out temporarily from shock on the floor.

“This is awful. Awful, I've failed, this is the final conclusion, I've failed as a producer.” Sakano whined as Nakano fanned his face with his hand.

“No, no Sakano-san, you're a wonderful producer. It's my fault, I'm sorry.” Shuichi replied then turning and walking out of the recording room.

“K! Go after him! Force him to reconsider!” Suguru yelled over his keyboard to the blonde haired manager.

“If a singer has lost all will and inspiration to sing…then there's nothing I can say or do to help them.” K replied calmly.

 

“Everyone probably hates me now. I can't blame them either. Sakano, Hiro, Suguru and K have all worked so hard to make Bad Luck a success, and just when we have a huge opportunity to make a difference in the music business…I go and screw it up because of my own selfish feelings. The problem is I love singing, and I love Yuki, and I need to sing when I'm with Yuki, but I can't sing without Yuki.” Shuichi cried while sitting on the sidewalk outside of the N-G office.

“HIYA SHUICHI!” A familiar happy voice called from behind him.

“S-Sakuma-san! What are you doing here?” Shuichi asked as the famous chestnut haired rocker skipped his way in front of Shuichi.

“I'm singing na no da!…Well not right now of course, but I was before I came out here.” Ryuichi replied beaming. “You look sad Shu-chan na no da.” He observed crouching down to Shuichi's level.

“I am…” Shuichi replied staring gloomily at Ryuichi's orange and white sneakers.

“Why? You shouldn't be sad na no da.”

“It's just that…I majorly messed up and told everyone that it was the end of Bad Luck…but honestly…I don't want it to be the end! I really don't, I just…can't seem to forget how happy I was, and how I felt when I was with…”

“With Eiri Yuki-san?”

“Yeah.” Shuichi replied feeling a fresh set of tears form in his violet orbs.

“You should find something else that makes you just as happy as when you were with Yuki-san. Do you want to borrow Kumagoro?” He asked pulling the pink bunny from inside his shirt.

Shuichi sniffled and nodded.
“Okie! I'll come back and pick up Kuma-chan later. Ja ne Shu-chan.” Ryuichi said skipping back inside.

 

`Every single thing in this damn apartment reminds me of him.' Yuki thought as he walked into the bathroom for the millionth time that day. Shuichi had left behind his strawberry scented shampoo and Yuki just couldn't resist going back to inhale in. He sat down on the ledge of the bathroom and held the container filled with pink liquid under his nose. Shuichi was like his drug. Once you got hooked, it was damn near impossible to find something that made you feel that fucking good. He needed Shuichi; he needed him so badly. He had to feel his warm body asleep in his arms; he had to taste the sweet flavour of Shuichi's mouth again. Fuck, he needed him back.

 

“And you see that's why I can't go back to Yuki.” Shuichi explained to the pink critter in his hands. “Hiro says that if Yuki loves me then he'll come get me, but it's been almost a week and…he hasn't come. We leave for tour soon and if he still hasn't come fort me then…then I guess he really doesn't need me.” Shuichi said softly.

 

“Hello?” Hiro said picking up his ringing cell phone.

“Nakago.”

“Yuki-can?” `How did he get my number?'

“Yeah.”

“What do you want?” Hiro growled.

“I need to talk to Shuichi really badly.” Yuki said.

“Sorry but he's not here.” Hiro replied.

“Where is he? When will he be back? Why didn't he pick up his cell phone?” Yuki demanded.

Shuichi had decided not to use his cell phone for a little while just incase of any calls from a certain someone.

“Shuichi's out.” Hiro replied not wanting to tell Yuki anything important, he had after all broken his best friend's heart.

“Well can you do me a favor? When he gets back can you ask him to call me? I need to talk to him…please.” Yuki mumbled.

“What was that?” Hiro asked slyly.

“Please ask him to call me.” Yuki repeated a bit louder.

“I'll think about it.” Hiro replied snapping his phone shut.

`Punk.'

`Jerk.'

 

`Maybe I should go see him.' Yuki thought. It had been four hours since he called Hiro. That little shit probably never even told Shuichi that he'd called. He even used the word `please.' That was not a word frequently used in Eiri Yuki's vocabulary. Along with the words, `help me,' `I'm sorry' and `I love you.'

`I can't call or visit him when Hiro's around. That kid is way to protective. Maybe I should call Tohma and…no, not Tohma. I'll call Tohma as a last resort.' Yuki thought while stretching out on the couch in the living room with the television turned on. He normally preferred not watching television; it was filled with the media's gossip and annoying infomercials. That was until he found a channel that played one of Bad Luck's music video's once every hour. Three minutes and fifty-five seconds of Shuichi singing and dancing around in a pair of those very small, enticing pair of black vinyl shorts, defiantly drool worthy.

 

“Shuichi are you sure you don't want to go out?” Hiro asked for the fifth time that evening.

“Yeah Hiro I'm sure. You should go out with Ayaka though.” Shuichi replied stiffing a yawn on Hiro's sofa. Ryuichi had asked Shuichi if he'd wanted to go clubbing after Shuichi gave Kumagoro back, who was surprisingly a very good listener

“Nah, if you don't want to go out we may as well stay here.” Hiro said sleepily, ruffling his auburn hair with his fingers.

After Shuichi had his talk with Kumagoro he decided once and for all that it was not the end of Bad Luck. He apologized to Sakano-san for nearly giving him a minor heart attack and thanked K for letting him take the rest of the day off. He also decided that he didn't need to be happy to sing and he could use his other emotions…emotions like loneliness, depression and melancholy.

 

“Dammit.” Yuki sighed as he opened the door to the fridge. He was out of beer. He reached into his pant pockets for his last cigarette and his lighter.

`Maybe I should go shopping. I'm running a bit low on…everything.'

`Duh!'

`Shit. Didn't I get rid of you?'

`Nope.'

`What do you want now?'

`What I always want. To tease, nag, bug, drive you to the brink of insanity and then drop you off there to figure it out for yourself.'

`Whatever. Get it over with.'

`Call Tohma.'

`What? Why the hell would I do that?'

`You know why. Cause he's always more than willing to help you and he'll do anything to make you happy.'

`So what can he do about Shu—

`He can arrange for you two to talk, alone without interruptions.'

Yuki reluctantly walked over to the phone and dialed N-G's main office.

“Tohma I need you to…help me.”

`Dammit there was another one of those words.'

 

`Shit.' That didn't go very well. Tohma fully understood what was going on but he said that Ryuichi had come bouncing in his office earlier that day exclaiming that he was going to ask Shuichi to go clubbing with Kuma-chan and himself. Tohma offered to send K after them but Yuki said that wasn't necessary.

`Wait a second who the hell was Kuma-chan?'

Tohma also continued to go on about something to do with America but Yuki hung up the phone before he could listen to anymore.

Yuki then walked into his bedroom where he shared many blissful memories with Shuichi.

He sprawled out on the bed and threw the pillow over his head when he heard the phone ring.

`Wait it could be Shuichi!' He thought momentarily sitting up. `No, no it's not. He went out with Ryuichi.'

`That's right!' The voice sang. `Cause you were being an a-s-s-h-o—

`Ryuichi better not be planning to steal Shuichi away from me.' Yuki thought angrily.

`Hey…did you just…ignore me?'

`If he does I'll sic Tatsuha on him. Then Ryuichi will have to change phone numbers and—

`Don't ignore me! I'm still here!'

`— and he'll have to find all new restaurants to eat at and places to shop.' Yuki thought evilly.

 

“Yuki-san called for you.” Hiro told Shuichi trying to be nonchalant.

“What?”

“Yuki called.” Hiro repeated. “A while ago, he wants you to call him. He even used the word `please'.”

Shuichi sighed and buried his head in his arms. “We leave for our tour tomorrow Hiro. What good would it be if I called him now? The only thing that would happen is Yuki would yell at me and call me names, then I'd get all upset and emotional. It would be pointless.”

 

Yuki got up the next morning and felt a churning, sickening pain in his stomach. Like something was eating him away from the inside. It felt like the organ in his chest had crashed into the pit of his stomach and was repeatedly beating against the walls of his torso.

He stared into the mirror and splashed cold water on his water his face. “Dammit I feel like shit.” Yuki said aloud and to himself before deciding to go back to bed.

 

“What time does the plane leave Hiro?” Shuichi asked excitedly as Hiro hung up the phone.

“Eight.”

“What?”

“Eight o'clock tonight.” He replied wiping any remaining traces of sleep from his eyes.

“Why is it so late?” Shuichi whined.

“K said that it was better to have a later flight so then we won't cause a riot.” Hiro replied.

“Oh…hey Hiro.” Shuichi said softly.

“Yeah what's up?”

“He didn't come for me…Yuki didn't come for me.”

“Don't worry about it.” `Dammit Tohma I thought you told Yuki!' Hiro thought while wrapping an arm around his friend.

 

Six hours later Yuki decided to try and get out of bed again. The pain in his stomach was gone but he had a huge headache. He reached on top of his bedside table and pulled out a bottle of aspirin. `Have I been taking my meds?' He wondered as he popped two pills into his mouth.

Since Shuichi had left…a week ago. `Had it really been seven days since Shuichi had left?' Since he'd left Yuki hadn't paid attention to anything.

Yuki dragged himself into the bathroom and peeled off his pajamas before stepping into the shower. He turned on the faucet and felt the warm water trail down his body.

The second Yuki stepped out of the shower the phone rang. He grabbed a towel from underneath the sink and wrapped it around his waist.

Ring once…

Ring twice…

Ring three times and…

“You've reached Yuki—

AND SHUICHI!

I didn't pick up the phone so—

Please leave a message! We'll call you later `kay? *Mwah!”

The recording that Shuichi insisted on making was audible from Yuki's bedroom.

“Yuki pick up the phone please its Tohma… Didn't you listen to the five messages I left on your phone last night? I guess not, well anyway Bad Luck is going on tour. Their plane leaves tonight at eight just incase you wanted to do a little intervening. Just so you know if you don't contact Shindou-san tonight, the next time you see him he'll be on American television.”

`What the hell! Why didn't the brat tell me he was going on tour?' Yuki's thoughts demanded as he stormed into his closet and threw on a pair of black pants and a button up white shirt.

 

“Hiroooo! Sakano-san called he said that our flight had to be changed to six because someone from the press found out when we where leaving.” Shuichi yelled down the hall. “He said to be waiting outside in twenty minutes, and K-san will pick us up.”

“Alright.” The redhead replied sticking his head out of his room. “Are you all packed?”

“…Kinda.”

“Kinda? We have twenty minutes, K-san has a gun and you're `kinda' packed?” Hiro repeated.

Shuichi gave a nervous laugh and resumed stuffing his clothes in his bag. “I'll be ready don't worry!”

 

Yuki slammed the driver seat door to his black Mercedes shoved the keys in the ignition and backed out of the drive way. `Dammit, dammit, dammit! I fucking need him! He can't leave. Not without knowing!' Yuki's fingers drummed nervously on the steering wheel as he foot continuously pressed down harder on the accelerator. He jacked up the volume on the radio as he tried to focus on the stretch of highway in front of him.

 

You look so fine

 

&~&

 

Leather shorts, a black zip up vinyl tank top, ankle boots and a long dark trench coat.

“Well Yuki what do you think?” Shuichi asked trying to contain his excitement. “Bad Luck has a photo shoot tomorrow and this is what I'm going to wear. Do you think it looks okay?” Shuichi questioned eagerly waiting for his lovers approval.

Yuki didn't want to admit that he'd been staring at Shuichi twenty minutes prior to him asking so he replied with a usual, “Sure, whatever.”

“Well did you even look?” Shuichi asked again as he stood in front of the mirror in Yuki's bedroom.

`YES! And if I wasn't trying to finish this last chapter I'd be screwing your brains out right now!' “Yeah, yeah whatever.”

Shuichi pouted and left his obviously peeved lover alone. “I wish you'd notice me Yuki.” He whispered as he walked out of the room.

 

&~&

I want to break your heart
And give you mine
You're taking me over

 

&~&

 

“Hey Yuki!” Shuichi asked sliding his way in front of Yuki

“What is it brat?” Yuki asked momentarily looking up from his laptop computer screen.

“Can we, well uh…just do something today?”

Yuki raised an eyebrow and reached for his cigarettes. “Like what?” He was curious to know what the brat was up to.

“Well nothing in particular I just wanted to…you know…”

“No I don't know.” He replied harshly.

“Can't we just hang out today? Please Yuki it's been so long since the two of us just did something together.” Shuichi pleaded.

“We did something last night.” Yuki smirked.

“Oh come on please Yuki!” Shuichi cried.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Cause I said so dammit!”

 

&~&

It's so insane
You've got me tethered and chained
I hear your name
And I'm falling over

 

&~&

 

“Y-Yuki I…I…”

“Shush, don't talk not now.” Yuki whispered into Shuichi ear as he bit and kissed his way down his neck. Yuki had attended one of Bad Luck's smaller concerts after Shuichi had been away for a few days and as soon as the concert was over Yuki rushed backstage and taken a possessive hold of the singer's mouth immediately.

His fingers danced their way up Shuichi's bare spine as he shred his coat to the floor.

“Y-Yuki…”

He felt the singer's light grasp on his shoulders then felt him thread his fingers through his golden hair. Yuki pressed his body tightly against Shuichi's closing any distance between them. Yuki's tongue hungrily captured Shuichi's mouth as his moan's got louder, the taste on Shuichi's mouth drove Yuki absolutely over the edge. It was one of those indescribable and irreplaceable things.

 

&~&

I'm not like all the other girls
I can't take it like the other girls
I won't share it like the other girls
That you used to know

 

&~&

 

“Are you ashamed of me Yuki?” Shuichi asked one morning while he picked at the food that Yuki served him just moments ago.

“What are you babbling about now?” Yuki asked pouring himself a coffee and sitting down at the table.

“It's just we never go out, like for dinner or just out anywhere. It makes me wonder that you're ashamed of me.” Shuichi replied softly.

“Don't ask such stupid questions,” He replied taking out a cigarette. “If I was ashamed of you, would you be living here?”

&~&

You look so fine

 

&~&

 

“Y-Yuki…” Shuichi mumbled as he slept peacefully.

Yuki could never fully understand why the kid always moaned and groaned his name. It defiantly was a turn on but, in some weird way, he was always flattered. Yuki thought he had the brat all figured out, but he was completely unpredictable. He reacted differently to each and every situation, but their was one thing that always stayed the same…Shuichi love of him. He would always love him, wouldn't he?

&~&

 

Knocked down
Cried out
Been down just to find out
I'm through
Bleeding for you

 

&~&

 

Yuki walked into the living room to see Shuichi crawled up in a small ball at the edge of the couch. “Hey what's wrong?” He asked walking over to him.

Shuichi remained silent but dug his head deeper into the sofa.

“Dammit I asked you what's wrong.” Yuki said starting to get annoyed as he sat down beside Shuichi. He pulled Shuichi gently into his arms and noticed his red and blotchy cheeks, evidence that he'd been crying.

“Yuki…”

“Yeah.” The author replied gathering the boy in his arms and wrapping his arms around his torso.

“Do you…think I'm…dirty?” He whispered softly.

Yuki inhaled deeply knowing that this had to do with Taki Aizawa, “No. I don't, not at all,” He replied ruffling Shuichi's bright pink hair. “Don't think stuff like that okay?”

“Mhmm.” He mumbled resting his head in Yuki's lap.

&~&

I'm open wide
I want to take you home
We'll waste some time
You're the only one for me

 

`I wasn't always such a bastard, was I?' Yuki wondered as his heart raced thinking of all those useless pointless fights that had started with Shuichi asking for something, something so incredibly simple, but he'd refuse, Shuichi would cry then Yuki would kick him out.

All the lonely nights spent contemplating why he didn't just pay attention to his lover, give in to Shuichi's wants and needs. `Why the hell did I have to be so mean to him?'

You look so fine
I'm like the desert tonight
Leave her behind
If you want to show me

 

&~&

 

“C'mon Yuki let me in would ya?” Shuichi pleaded from outdside the apartment. “The neighbours are starting to stare.” He whined.

Yuki continued to ignore his whines and complaints of how cold it was and how he was sorry about disturbing Yuki while he was writing.

At two o'clock, when the banging on the door finally stopped, he finally decided to check and see if Shuichi was still there. Sure enough he was, crawled up in a little ball just outside the door asleep. Normally Yuki expected Shuichi to go and see Hiro but Shuichi had mentioned earlier that Hiroshi was taking Ayaka out. Yuki picked up the genki rock star and carried him back into the apartment. `I guess it really was cold out there.' Yuki thought while putting Shuichi in his bed. Shuichi only got to sleep in Yuki's bed when he was cold, sick or when they were, well you know.

Yuki gently rubbed Shuichi's cold shoulders and Shuichi leaned against the warm author. “I'm sorry.” He mumbled into Shuichi's hair before he lightly kissed his forehead and pulled the covers over him.

&~&

I'm not like all the other girls
I won't take it like the other girls
I won't fake it like the other girls
That you used to know

 

`Yuki told me that he didn't hate me because I was a guy, but he never told me that he loved me because I wasn't a girl.'

“K-san can you change the station?” Shuichi asked leaning forward in his seat as he listened to the sorrow filled music fill the car.

K put his hand over his gun holster, “Not til the songs done.”

“Shidou-san, you are going to be able to sing, right?” Suguru asked hopefully.

Shuichi nodded and began staring out the windows. `I'm sorry I made you mad Yuki. I just hoped that you would come after me, but I guess I was just being stupid.'

“Hey Shuichi cheer up where going to be in the States soon.” Hiro said rubbing his friends back gently. “Don't worry about anything anymore, okay?”

You're taking me over
Over and over
I'm falling over
Over and over

 

Yuki looked in his rearview mirror when he heard the screeching of police sirens he gritted his teeth and pulled his car to the side of the road. He waited impaciently as the police officer sauntered out of his car and wattled over to Yuki. Yuki rolled out his window and shot the officer and irritated glare.

“License and registration.” The cop said puffing out his chest. Yuki grabbed his wallet from the passenger side compartment and handed it to the cop.

“Do you have any idea how fast you where going?” He asked.

`Pretty fucking fast I guess.' “No officer.” `I don't know but you're going to tell me right?'

“Almost fifty miles over the speed limit, you goin' somewhere important Yuki-san?” The officer asked looking at Yuki's license. “Wait a minute, Yuki-san, the Eiri Yuki-san?” The cop demanded.

`Shit.' “Uh…”

“My daughter is a huge fan of yours do you think I could get an autograph? Just one please.”

Yuki rubbed his brow in irritation and tried very hard not to tell that cop exactly where he could go if he expected him to give him his autograph.

“Well how about if I give you an autograph, you tear up that speeding ticket?” Yuki said slyly.

You're taking me over
Drown in me one more time
Hide inside me tonight
Do what you want to do
Just pretend happy end
Let me know let it show

Shuichi, Hiro and Suguru exited the car only to be met by dozens of loyal screaming fans all chanting their names and waving signs. “Um, K-san I thought there was supposed to be hardly anyone here.” Shuichi inquired practically yelling at his manager so he could hear him.

“Well I guess the word got out. Want me to deal with them?” K asked with a crazed look on his face.

“N-no K-san I think we can handle it.” Hiro cut in before K could reach for his gun.

Thankfully airport security handled the fans although K reassured everyone that he couldve taken them all. Shuichi looked back one final time

 

Ending with letting go

Ending with letting go

Ending with letting go

 

Yuki jumped out of the car as soon as he reached the airport and pushed his way through the crowds of people. All of a sudden a long haired brunette cried out, “Oh my god! It's Eiri Yuki-san!”

Which caused a string of people to react saying, “Eiri Yuki-san really? Where is he?”

“Let me see Yuki-san!”

Yuki ignored them all and shoved his way to the airport doors where a large well built airport security guard stood. “Sorry sir no one's allowed in right now.” He said gruffly.

“Let me in you son of a—“

 

“Yeah let him in, the blonde one and that's it.” Came a familiar Japanese voice with an American accent.

Yuki pushed his way through the doors and saw K, Shuichi's long blonde haired aberrant manager. “Tohma called me and said you might be late. You'd better hurry up before Shuichi gets to the terminal.” K said grinning like and idiot. “It's the third one on your right.”Yuki nodded and rushed past him. “Don't screw up by saying something stupid!” K yelled after the author.

 

As Yuki ran closer he could see Shuichi's pink hair through the mass of body guards. “Shuichi!” He yelled. “Shuichi wait!”

 

Shuichi stopped walking, he was almost positive he'd heard someone call his name. `It sounded like…Yuki's voice.' He thought. `But Yuki never called him Shuichi.'

 

“Shuichi wait godammit!” Yuki yelled again. He was getting really out of breath, smoking and running do not mix well.

 

Profanity…could it be Yuki? Shuichi turned around causiously to see a very out of breath, very tired and very sweaty Eiri Yuki. “Y-Yuki.” Shuichi breathed softly. “Y-you came.”

Let's pretend, happy end
Let's pretend, happy end

Let's pretend, happy end

Let's pretend, happy end

 

Yuki bent over and rested his hands on his knees, then after a moment he tried to regain his composure. “Listen, I-I was being really stupid before. I-I…I'm sorry.” Yuki said lowering his head. “Will you come home?” He asked looking into Shuichi's deep violet orbs. He started walking towards his lover slowly.

 

“D-don't come any closer until I know you're serious.” Shuichi stuttered.

“What do you mean?” Yuki asked quirking an eyebrow.

“Uh, well tell me something so I know that you don't just want sex.” Shuichi said feeling his cheeks flush at the mention of something intimate.

`Ahaha! It's time to tell him!'

`Fine.'

`W-what? You mean no bugging, no teasing. You're just gonna do it?'

`Yup I've made up my mind.'

Yuki looked behind him to see the press pounding on the glass windows outside demanding that they have rights to full coverage of what was going on.

Shuichi looked longingly at Yuki as he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly agitated with the situation. “I… love you.” Yuki mumbled staring at him shoes.

“What did you say? Couldn't hear you.” Hiro snickered from behind his pink haired friend.

Yuki cleared his throat before calmly repeating, “I love you Shuichi.”

Shuichi bright violet eyes widened in shock. “Y-you just said—“

“I love you.” Yuki repeated.

“In front of forty-five members of the press, no less.” Suguru sighed.

Shuichi smiled and threw himself into Yuki's arms. “Thank you.” He muffled into the author's chest. “Thank you Yuki.” Shuichi whispered.

 

“Yuki-san! Yuki-san can we get a comment from you?”

“Did you and Shindou-san have a fight?”

“What do you plan to do now?”

“Tell us what's going on Yuki-san!” Random members of the press demanded.

The novelist cleared his throat loudly and Shuichi hid underneath Yuki's arm. “The next thing I plan to do is take the da—“

"--Call me 'damn brat' and you won't get any for a month Yuki, and I'll fly to America right now and leave you here.” Shuichi interrupted.

“I plan to take Shuichi Shindou home rip all his clothing off with my teeth then I'll--- *****BEEP*******

 

“YUUKKKKIIIIII! I can't believe you said that, and on television no less!” Shuichi whined burying his head under the pillows as he switched off the TV with the remote. It had been three days and the entertainment and music channels where still playing `edited' versions of what Yuki had said. In fact most of the reporters that day where extremely shocked at how much detail he used, but then again he was a writer.

“Yeah but I didn't lie, did I?” Yuki smirked lighting up a cigarette.

 

Shuichi scratched his head and then nodded in agreement. They had barely gotten home when Yuki ripped off all his clothing with his teeth and carried him into the bedroom where they spent the next couple of….hours.

K-san called the next day and informed Shuichi that the tour to America had been postponed for a week…that was until Yuki called back and demanded three weeks. He said that he had been under too much stress without Shuichi and he needed him with him for triple the time he'd been away. Of course Yuki didn't expect Shuichi to be listening in on his phone conversation so that caused Shuichi to get all riled up to hear that Yuki cared so much about him, which caused another trip to the bedroom…

 

Shuichi yawned and stretched out on the couch. “I think I'll go for a nap.” He announced lying on the remote causing it to turn on the TV once again.

The phone rang and before Shuichi had the opportunity to jump up and pick it up Yuki answered.

 

“What?”

Shuichi gazed at his lover as he sighed and sat down on the couch beside the one Shuichi was occupying.

“No Kanna I didn't finish the damn chapter.”

Shuichi's violet eyes continued to watch Yuki as he got angrier and more frustrated with his editor's constant nagging.

“Take a wild guess why I didn't finish it. I e-mailed you all I wrote didn't I?”

The pink haired rock star decided that maybe he should help Yuki relax. He slid up from the couch, walked over to Yuki and straddling his hips Shuichi sat in Yuki's lap and rested his head against his chest.

“Yuki-san all that you e-mailed me was…

`Those three words repeated over and over again. Dammit don't tell me I…' Those words which sent Yuki into a panic.

I love him, I love him, I love him.

“You're telling me that in a week and a half that's all I wrote?” Yuki asked feeling all the colour drain from his face.

After some more yelling, done by Kanna of course Yuki finally managed to get a few words in, “Listen I'll get it finished tonight, right now I'm…” Yuki licked his lips at the sight of Shuichi's mouth, “…getting inspired.”

 

Yuki's eyes briefly flicked to the television screen where a glistening sweaty and very hot looking Shuichi danced around on stage. That same enticing song was playing. He leaned forward and took in the ambrosial scent of Shuichi's shampoo.

Yes writing could most defiantly wait for later.

 

 

A/N: Just incase anyone wants/cares to know Yuki did NOT cheat on Shuichi, he tried to explain that at first but Shuichi didn't listen. Some rabid fan-girl of Yuki mailed him her underwear, Yuki threw them out, then she was constantly calling him etc etc, he got Tohma to deal with her XD bwahahaha! Yuki explained to Shuichi what the whole `panty situation' was about during…well after… uh… you all know what I'm talking about!

 

Words Yuki has trouble saying, and the people he said it to in this fic

 

Please - Hiro

Help me - Tohma

I love you - Shuichi

I'm sorry- Shuichi