Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Yuki's Nightmare ❯ --- ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: ChibiGirlXD 
Still Day One XP
Yuki comes home to find that Shuichi...
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.30.2011 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 611 | Status: Work In Progress
Still Day One XP
Yuki comes home to find that Shuichi...
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.30.2011 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 611 | Status: Work In Progress
Author's Note:
Thank you so much for reviewing the first chapter!! ^.^
I finished the second one just after the first but didn't have the time to type it out XP I really hope it doesn't suck, please Read and Review! (had NO idea how to call it so it's unnamed XD) Warning: A little bit of fluff
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Gravitation... No matter how much I might pretend, it still belongs to the wonderful Maki Murakami.
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Chapter Two: ---
Yuki parked his car in front of the house. He went up to the door and unlocked it very quietly, hoping that Shuichi was still asleep. After he hung up his coat and put away his shoes, the writer walked towards their bedroom but paused when he heard the sound of something heavy falling. He stopped in front of the door to his study, dreading of what-or who- he might find behind it. Another thud. Yuki put his hand on the doorknob and pushed it down. He opened the door to reveal Shuichi standing on Yuki's office chair, trying to reach the top of a tall bookcase.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?” The novelist asked, anger building up. Shuichi froze. He thought Yuki had gone out on an errand and wouldn't be back for a while and his game disc seemed to be 'missing'.
The young singer slowly turned around to look at his fuming lover. He was wearing large pajamas that Yuki made him change into before. They had blue and white stripes and the shirt was long, buttoned up almost all the way. The writer had to admit that his lover looked extremely adorable in the slightly too large pj's. Especially now that he was scared for his life. But Yuki couldn't let him get away with it – He was wrecking his neat and tidy study, there were books and papers all over the floor now! “I asked”, Yuki slowly ground out between his teeth, struggling not to yell, “what. The. Fuck. Are you DOING IN MY STUDY?!!!” And there goes his self-control.
“I... Umm... You see, Yuki... I-I-I... I wwas j-just looking for.. F-for my game...” Tears welded up in his eyes and he was trying very hard not to let them fall. But a second later he jumped off the chair and was sobbing into Yuki's shirt. “WAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! I'm sooo sorry Yukiiii!!! I didn't mean to mess up your study, I sweaaaarr! I just wanted to find my game and put everything back the way it waaas! Really! Waaah! Please don't be mad! Don't throw me out!!!”
Yuki pushed the slobbering boy away from his clean shirt and scolded him, “BAKA! Baka, baka, BAKA!!! You knowyou're NOT allowed in here when I'm not home!!! I've been gone for a mere couple of hours and look what you've done! You completely TRASHED my study! MY study!!!” The writer was panting with anger. This is the one place in the house he treasured most - where he could always lock himself inside and relax.
“I-I-It's your fault too, you know!” Shuichi shouted, switching to the defensive, with tears falling from his eyes, “YOU hid my game! I know you did it! It's your fault I had to come and look for it!”
“MY FAULT?!!!?! YOU! WRECKED! MY!! STUDY for some STUPID, idiotic game for MORONS and now it's suddenly MY FAULT!!??!!!? You damn brat! You weren't even supposed to play – you were supposed to REST!!!”
“Kingdom Hearts is NOT STUPID!!! YOU'RE stupid!!! And I was fucking BORED!!! I didn't wanna sleep! I wanted to PLAAAYYY!!! WAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!! I HATE YOU YUKI!!!!' With that, the singer ran out with tears flying after him. Yuki, who was still a bit shocked that Shuichi was so furious and swore, winced when he heard the 'SLAM!' of their bedroom door. He was still breathing heavily from this fight but has calmed down now, all the anger deserted him when Shuichi fled. Again. The brat deserved a good scolding for turning the room upside down but maybe this wasn't the way to go...
Yuki sighed heavily and dropped down into his office chair noisily, resting his head in one of his hands propped up on his knee. 'Shit...'Today was gonna suck pretty bad since it was still just before 12 and they've already had a massive fight, annoying their neighbors, no doubt -again. He heard loud sobs coming from the bedroom and felt a pang of guilt in his heart. He growled, hating this damn feeling. Since he couldn't go talk to Shuichi right now, Yuki started cleaning up his study. 'How can anyone cause so much damage to a room in such a short amount of time?!'
Way over an hour later, Yuki had finally finished straightening up the room and dragged his feet to the hall. No matter how much he didn't want to, the writer had to go in there and talk with the brat. He was standing in front of the bedroom door and opened it quietly with a sigh. He saw a small, curled up ball under the covers with a fluff of soft, black hair outside of the covers, marking Shuichi's head. Yuki put the syrup and spoon he brought with him on the bedside table, next to an empty cup.
The novelist sat down on the side of the bed, careful not to crush his small lover. Shuichi's face wasn't visible so Yuki couldn't tell if he was asleep or awake. He had to be careful when dealing with him – when sick, the singer really wasn't himself. And they had just had a fight. Yuki knew that his little runt didn't mean that last thing he said but for some reason, it still hurt.
“Shuichi?” He asked to see if the boy was awake. No response. “Shuichi.” Yuki leaned over to brush some of the black hair away from the boy's face but as soon as his skin made contact, the younger man curled up even more and pulled the covers up to cover his head too. “Shuichi, stop that. You'll suffocate under there.” Yuki pulled at the covers but Shuichi tightened his grip on them, not wanting to let go. Annoyed at how difficult his brat was being, the writer yanked the covers away with all his strength, sending them to the floor behind him. Realizing that the barrier was gone, Shuichi huffed and stubbornly turned away from Yuki, pulling his knees up close to his chin. He refused to look at the older man and stared into the wall with a determined expression on his child-like face.
Yuki sighed and leaned over close to the boy's ear to whisper softly, “Shu-chan... Come on, don't be like that.” Even though he was a romance novelist, Yuki despised sweet and fluffy talk but the cute nickname and his lover's breath on his cheek made Shuichi's heart flutter and he knew it. “I'm... 'sigh' I'm sorry, Shu...”
The boy's eyes filled up with tears and he whimpered quietly. This just wasn't fair – how was he supposed to stay mad at the author if he resorted to such dirty tricks? Shuichi's bottom lip trembled and he turned around too quickly to give Yuki any chance of escaping, hugging him tightly and bawling into his clean shirt. “Waaaahh!!! Yukii! I'm so sorryyy!!!”
The position was very difficult for the author to keep up for long – his legs were sitting over the edge of the bed and his torso was painfully twisted over 90°. Thank goodness that his both hands were on either side of Shuichi – otherwise he would've collapsed on top of the smaller boy, crushing him.
After a good few -very painful- minutes, the singer seemed to have calmed down a bit and his wails turned into sobs. Yuki saw this as the perfect opportunity to pull Shuichi up onto his lap, holding him close to his chest and slowly rocking back and forth, as if soothing a small child.
“Y-Yuki?”
“Yeah?”
Shuichi looked up at him with huge, wet eyes and puffy red cheeks, “You know I don't hate you, right? I didn't mean it...”
“I know, I know...” Yuki assured the young man, petting his black hair.
“You know I love you, right?” The boy asked.
“I know”
“Yuki..?”
“Yes?”
“And... Do you love me too?” Shuichi looked up again with tearful, hopeful eyes.
“Sure.. You know that..” Yuki told him, squeezing him tighter. He hated it when the brat asked him questions with such obvious answers. Shuichi smiled and nestled in closer to his lover.
When Yuki looked down at the boy a minute later, he saw that the exhausted singer drifted off to sleep after having wasted so much energy.
Shuichi opened his eyes and shifted under the warm covers, sitting upright. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was hallucinating -again- since the first thing he saw after having opened his eyes was his lover.
Yuki was sitting on the opposite side of the bed with his laptop on his lap. The writer would normally never take the precious machine out of his study if Shuichi was home but he just couldn't leave the singer and had to do something useful. The boy's eyes widened and his face lit up when the writer looked at him. 'Oh shit.'was the only thing Yuki could think after seeing the look on his brat's face. Shuichi was awake and in high spirits. Yuki had exactly 5 seconds before the young man would jump and glomp him. Fortunately for the writer -and his lover-, he was able to quickly press 'Ctrl+S' to save his progress just before being attacked.
“Yuuukiiii!!!” Shuichi screamed, launching to glomp his grumpy love. The hug was tight – no normal man would stand it – but just slightly less strong than usually.
While the brat was distracted, Yuki quickly uncapped the syrup bottle he held out of Shuichi's sight and poured some of the sticky substance on the spoon in his right hand. Then, when the boy opened his mouth to say something, the writer stuck the silverware in his lover's mouth with the speed and precision of a ninja.
“A-ghlp” Shuichi blinked his eyes a couple of times, surprised at the metal object that was suddenly thrust in his mouth. Yuki took the object out, making sure to empty its contents into the boy's mouth beforehand. Shuichi just sat there on his knees, arms around the writer, and didn't say anything for fear of spilling whatever it was that was in his mouth.
“Swallow it.” Yuki told him after a while, seeing that Shuichi's brain couldn't do anything without being given a clear order. The boy swallowed the thick, sweet liquid and shuddered as it slid down his throat.
“What-” He started but was rudely interrupted.
“Syrup. For your flu.” Yuki said, holding up the bottle.
“'Stomach-Flu-Be-Gone'” Shuichi read aloud, “Wow, what a lame name... Are you sure this isn't poison or anything? It doesn't sound like a brand name and it's too obvious...”
“It's just a syrup – if I wanted to poison you, I would've done it discreetly. The stupid name doesn't matter and she said I'd need a prescription for anything else.” The older man told him. “And that would involve going to the doctor's.” He added when he saw the question forming in his lover's brain. Shuichi quickly shut his mouth. He didn't really like doctors. For anything more serious than a simple flu, he would never go to the doctor's. Because 'doctors = shots'. And 'shots = needles + weird fluids, which = really sore arms'. He remembers his last injection years ago, back in high school, when the doctor gave him a damn vaccine for some new made-up disease – his arm was so sore, he couldn't play his beloved synth for days after! Shuichi fumed silently at the thought. When he snapped out of it, the boy noticed that his lover was missing. It was amazing how after just two years, Yuki was able to slip from Shuichi's grasp when the boy was distracted.
He got up and loudly padded to the kitchen, where he heard some pots and other cutlery clanging. Yuki was there, standing over the stove and a pot of boiling water. The singer sat down at a dining table there and asked “What are you doing, Yuki?”
“Baka. I'm cooking dinner – what does it look like?”
“Dinner already?! But it's still so early!”
“No, it's not. It's already four, you slept the whole afternoon off.”
“Wow...” Shuichi was surprised, he never slept so much.
Yuki turned around and, seeing that his brat was still wearing his PJ's, he told him “Go change. And not into some shorts and a thin tee. Wear something warmer. And put some socks on too.” Shuichi pouted a bit and went to their bedroom to change. 'Honestly! Sometimes it feels like I'm the damn brat's mother or something!'Yuki shuddered at the disturbing thought.
A few minutes later the singer came back, wearing worn out jeans, a thick brown jumper and a pair of fuzzy white socks. “So what are you cooking for dinner, Yuki?”
“Chicken soup. It's supposed to be good for stomach flu.”
“Aww... But I don't like soup... Couldn't you make spaghetti or something..?” He asked in a pleading voice.
“No.”
“But- please? I don't like chicken soup...”
“It's good for you. Spaghetti's not.” Yuki gave the boy an icy glare that made Shuichi shut up and hang his head down.
Some time later, Yuki poured the soup into two bowls and put one in front of Shuichi. The boy made a face but was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. Then the novelist went back to the kitchen and handed his brat a large glass of watered-down apple juice.
The singer looked at it and said, “Thanks... But I'll have some Coke instead.” He said, getting up, but his lover's sharp voice stopped him.
“No, you won't. Coke is really bad for your stomach.” Shuichi started saying something but was interrupted. “You wanna spend the rest of the day on the bathroom floor? Was it so much fun before?” His icy, piercing glare held Shuichi in place. When the brat sat back down and took the spoon in his hand to eat the soup, Yuki did the same.
They ate dinner in silence – a pretty rare occurrence when they weren't fighting.
After dinner, Yuki went to his study to work on his novel some more and Shuichi was in the living room, playing Kingdom Hearts and getting his ass kicked by Cerberus. When he saw the three-headed doggy at first, he thought it would be a fun boss but after having died three times in the first ten minutes, he changed his mind. He also learned that giving Donald and Goofy good potions was useless since they ended up dead half a minute into the fight, so he only gave them ethers from now on.
When it was past nine, Yuki got out of his study and waited patiently while his lover, satisfied that he finally beat the hellish dog, saved the game. They went to bed together but didn't even cuddle – which upset Shuichi – because Yuki, as he so kindly explained to Shuichi, didn't want to “get the damn virus. It's probably mutated to infect with your stupidity too and I don't wish to be sick with 'morons' flu'.” The writer blamed his bad mood on the fact that he was dead tired. After Shuichi whined some about how mean Yuki was being, they went to sleep.
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Wow.. XD It turned out way longer than I expected! XD
And I planned to have Shuichi go to the doctor in this one... But then I got too involved in the fight and stuff.. I just couldn't help it!! >.< I didn't want to insult KH! Really! It was all Yuki's fault – that's what he thinks of the game, not me! I'm a huge Kingdom Hearts fangirl!! >.< And yes, I did have some trouble with Cerberus... =.= And I'm really sorry about that OOCness of Yuki's before... v.v Heh.. It seems to me like they have their own thoughts and do what they want XD Wasn't gonna have Yuki and Shuichi fight like that but.. My first version was so OOCish that it felt really uncomfortable! XD I'm happier with this one.. XP
Please Review!! (and I welcome any ideas you might want to share with me? :3) Oh! What should I make Shuichi be sick with? I have kind of an idea (can't say it's original but oh well XP) but got nothing much beyond that.. XP just the scene at the doctor's.. XD
And thank you for reading! ^.^
I finished the second one just after the first but didn't have the time to type it out XP I really hope it doesn't suck, please Read and Review! (had NO idea how to call it so it's unnamed XD) Warning: A little bit of fluff
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Gravitation... No matter how much I might pretend, it still belongs to the wonderful Maki Murakami.
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Chapter Two: ---
Yuki parked his car in front of the house. He went up to the door and unlocked it very quietly, hoping that Shuichi was still asleep. After he hung up his coat and put away his shoes, the writer walked towards their bedroom but paused when he heard the sound of something heavy falling. He stopped in front of the door to his study, dreading of what-or who- he might find behind it. Another thud. Yuki put his hand on the doorknob and pushed it down. He opened the door to reveal Shuichi standing on Yuki's office chair, trying to reach the top of a tall bookcase.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?” The novelist asked, anger building up. Shuichi froze. He thought Yuki had gone out on an errand and wouldn't be back for a while and his game disc seemed to be 'missing'.
The young singer slowly turned around to look at his fuming lover. He was wearing large pajamas that Yuki made him change into before. They had blue and white stripes and the shirt was long, buttoned up almost all the way. The writer had to admit that his lover looked extremely adorable in the slightly too large pj's. Especially now that he was scared for his life. But Yuki couldn't let him get away with it – He was wrecking his neat and tidy study, there were books and papers all over the floor now! “I asked”, Yuki slowly ground out between his teeth, struggling not to yell, “what. The. Fuck. Are you DOING IN MY STUDY?!!!” And there goes his self-control.
“I... Umm... You see, Yuki... I-I-I... I wwas j-just looking for.. F-for my game...” Tears welded up in his eyes and he was trying very hard not to let them fall. But a second later he jumped off the chair and was sobbing into Yuki's shirt. “WAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! I'm sooo sorry Yukiiii!!! I didn't mean to mess up your study, I sweaaaarr! I just wanted to find my game and put everything back the way it waaas! Really! Waaah! Please don't be mad! Don't throw me out!!!”
Yuki pushed the slobbering boy away from his clean shirt and scolded him, “BAKA! Baka, baka, BAKA!!! You knowyou're NOT allowed in here when I'm not home!!! I've been gone for a mere couple of hours and look what you've done! You completely TRASHED my study! MY study!!!” The writer was panting with anger. This is the one place in the house he treasured most - where he could always lock himself inside and relax.
“I-I-It's your fault too, you know!” Shuichi shouted, switching to the defensive, with tears falling from his eyes, “YOU hid my game! I know you did it! It's your fault I had to come and look for it!”
“MY FAULT?!!!?! YOU! WRECKED! MY!! STUDY for some STUPID, idiotic game for MORONS and now it's suddenly MY FAULT!!??!!!? You damn brat! You weren't even supposed to play – you were supposed to REST!!!”
“Kingdom Hearts is NOT STUPID!!! YOU'RE stupid!!! And I was fucking BORED!!! I didn't wanna sleep! I wanted to PLAAAYYY!!! WAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!! I HATE YOU YUKI!!!!' With that, the singer ran out with tears flying after him. Yuki, who was still a bit shocked that Shuichi was so furious and swore, winced when he heard the 'SLAM!' of their bedroom door. He was still breathing heavily from this fight but has calmed down now, all the anger deserted him when Shuichi fled. Again. The brat deserved a good scolding for turning the room upside down but maybe this wasn't the way to go...
Yuki sighed heavily and dropped down into his office chair noisily, resting his head in one of his hands propped up on his knee. 'Shit...'Today was gonna suck pretty bad since it was still just before 12 and they've already had a massive fight, annoying their neighbors, no doubt -again. He heard loud sobs coming from the bedroom and felt a pang of guilt in his heart. He growled, hating this damn feeling. Since he couldn't go talk to Shuichi right now, Yuki started cleaning up his study. 'How can anyone cause so much damage to a room in such a short amount of time?!'
Way over an hour later, Yuki had finally finished straightening up the room and dragged his feet to the hall. No matter how much he didn't want to, the writer had to go in there and talk with the brat. He was standing in front of the bedroom door and opened it quietly with a sigh. He saw a small, curled up ball under the covers with a fluff of soft, black hair outside of the covers, marking Shuichi's head. Yuki put the syrup and spoon he brought with him on the bedside table, next to an empty cup.
The novelist sat down on the side of the bed, careful not to crush his small lover. Shuichi's face wasn't visible so Yuki couldn't tell if he was asleep or awake. He had to be careful when dealing with him – when sick, the singer really wasn't himself. And they had just had a fight. Yuki knew that his little runt didn't mean that last thing he said but for some reason, it still hurt.
“Shuichi?” He asked to see if the boy was awake. No response. “Shuichi.” Yuki leaned over to brush some of the black hair away from the boy's face but as soon as his skin made contact, the younger man curled up even more and pulled the covers up to cover his head too. “Shuichi, stop that. You'll suffocate under there.” Yuki pulled at the covers but Shuichi tightened his grip on them, not wanting to let go. Annoyed at how difficult his brat was being, the writer yanked the covers away with all his strength, sending them to the floor behind him. Realizing that the barrier was gone, Shuichi huffed and stubbornly turned away from Yuki, pulling his knees up close to his chin. He refused to look at the older man and stared into the wall with a determined expression on his child-like face.
Yuki sighed and leaned over close to the boy's ear to whisper softly, “Shu-chan... Come on, don't be like that.” Even though he was a romance novelist, Yuki despised sweet and fluffy talk but the cute nickname and his lover's breath on his cheek made Shuichi's heart flutter and he knew it. “I'm... 'sigh' I'm sorry, Shu...”
The boy's eyes filled up with tears and he whimpered quietly. This just wasn't fair – how was he supposed to stay mad at the author if he resorted to such dirty tricks? Shuichi's bottom lip trembled and he turned around too quickly to give Yuki any chance of escaping, hugging him tightly and bawling into his clean shirt. “Waaaahh!!! Yukii! I'm so sorryyy!!!”
The position was very difficult for the author to keep up for long – his legs were sitting over the edge of the bed and his torso was painfully twisted over 90°. Thank goodness that his both hands were on either side of Shuichi – otherwise he would've collapsed on top of the smaller boy, crushing him.
After a good few -very painful- minutes, the singer seemed to have calmed down a bit and his wails turned into sobs. Yuki saw this as the perfect opportunity to pull Shuichi up onto his lap, holding him close to his chest and slowly rocking back and forth, as if soothing a small child.
“Y-Yuki?”
“Yeah?”
Shuichi looked up at him with huge, wet eyes and puffy red cheeks, “You know I don't hate you, right? I didn't mean it...”
“I know, I know...” Yuki assured the young man, petting his black hair.
“You know I love you, right?” The boy asked.
“I know”
“Yuki..?”
“Yes?”
“And... Do you love me too?” Shuichi looked up again with tearful, hopeful eyes.
“Sure.. You know that..” Yuki told him, squeezing him tighter. He hated it when the brat asked him questions with such obvious answers. Shuichi smiled and nestled in closer to his lover.
When Yuki looked down at the boy a minute later, he saw that the exhausted singer drifted off to sleep after having wasted so much energy.
Shuichi opened his eyes and shifted under the warm covers, sitting upright. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was hallucinating -again- since the first thing he saw after having opened his eyes was his lover.
Yuki was sitting on the opposite side of the bed with his laptop on his lap. The writer would normally never take the precious machine out of his study if Shuichi was home but he just couldn't leave the singer and had to do something useful. The boy's eyes widened and his face lit up when the writer looked at him. 'Oh shit.'was the only thing Yuki could think after seeing the look on his brat's face. Shuichi was awake and in high spirits. Yuki had exactly 5 seconds before the young man would jump and glomp him. Fortunately for the writer -and his lover-, he was able to quickly press 'Ctrl+S' to save his progress just before being attacked.
“Yuuukiiii!!!” Shuichi screamed, launching to glomp his grumpy love. The hug was tight – no normal man would stand it – but just slightly less strong than usually.
While the brat was distracted, Yuki quickly uncapped the syrup bottle he held out of Shuichi's sight and poured some of the sticky substance on the spoon in his right hand. Then, when the boy opened his mouth to say something, the writer stuck the silverware in his lover's mouth with the speed and precision of a ninja.
“A-ghlp” Shuichi blinked his eyes a couple of times, surprised at the metal object that was suddenly thrust in his mouth. Yuki took the object out, making sure to empty its contents into the boy's mouth beforehand. Shuichi just sat there on his knees, arms around the writer, and didn't say anything for fear of spilling whatever it was that was in his mouth.
“Swallow it.” Yuki told him after a while, seeing that Shuichi's brain couldn't do anything without being given a clear order. The boy swallowed the thick, sweet liquid and shuddered as it slid down his throat.
“What-” He started but was rudely interrupted.
“Syrup. For your flu.” Yuki said, holding up the bottle.
“'Stomach-Flu-Be-Gone'” Shuichi read aloud, “Wow, what a lame name... Are you sure this isn't poison or anything? It doesn't sound like a brand name and it's too obvious...”
“It's just a syrup – if I wanted to poison you, I would've done it discreetly. The stupid name doesn't matter and she said I'd need a prescription for anything else.” The older man told him. “And that would involve going to the doctor's.” He added when he saw the question forming in his lover's brain. Shuichi quickly shut his mouth. He didn't really like doctors. For anything more serious than a simple flu, he would never go to the doctor's. Because 'doctors = shots'. And 'shots = needles + weird fluids, which = really sore arms'. He remembers his last injection years ago, back in high school, when the doctor gave him a damn vaccine for some new made-up disease – his arm was so sore, he couldn't play his beloved synth for days after! Shuichi fumed silently at the thought. When he snapped out of it, the boy noticed that his lover was missing. It was amazing how after just two years, Yuki was able to slip from Shuichi's grasp when the boy was distracted.
He got up and loudly padded to the kitchen, where he heard some pots and other cutlery clanging. Yuki was there, standing over the stove and a pot of boiling water. The singer sat down at a dining table there and asked “What are you doing, Yuki?”
“Baka. I'm cooking dinner – what does it look like?”
“Dinner already?! But it's still so early!”
“No, it's not. It's already four, you slept the whole afternoon off.”
“Wow...” Shuichi was surprised, he never slept so much.
Yuki turned around and, seeing that his brat was still wearing his PJ's, he told him “Go change. And not into some shorts and a thin tee. Wear something warmer. And put some socks on too.” Shuichi pouted a bit and went to their bedroom to change. 'Honestly! Sometimes it feels like I'm the damn brat's mother or something!'Yuki shuddered at the disturbing thought.
A few minutes later the singer came back, wearing worn out jeans, a thick brown jumper and a pair of fuzzy white socks. “So what are you cooking for dinner, Yuki?”
“Chicken soup. It's supposed to be good for stomach flu.”
“Aww... But I don't like soup... Couldn't you make spaghetti or something..?” He asked in a pleading voice.
“No.”
“But- please? I don't like chicken soup...”
“It's good for you. Spaghetti's not.” Yuki gave the boy an icy glare that made Shuichi shut up and hang his head down.
Some time later, Yuki poured the soup into two bowls and put one in front of Shuichi. The boy made a face but was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. Then the novelist went back to the kitchen and handed his brat a large glass of watered-down apple juice.
The singer looked at it and said, “Thanks... But I'll have some Coke instead.” He said, getting up, but his lover's sharp voice stopped him.
“No, you won't. Coke is really bad for your stomach.” Shuichi started saying something but was interrupted. “You wanna spend the rest of the day on the bathroom floor? Was it so much fun before?” His icy, piercing glare held Shuichi in place. When the brat sat back down and took the spoon in his hand to eat the soup, Yuki did the same.
They ate dinner in silence – a pretty rare occurrence when they weren't fighting.
After dinner, Yuki went to his study to work on his novel some more and Shuichi was in the living room, playing Kingdom Hearts and getting his ass kicked by Cerberus. When he saw the three-headed doggy at first, he thought it would be a fun boss but after having died three times in the first ten minutes, he changed his mind. He also learned that giving Donald and Goofy good potions was useless since they ended up dead half a minute into the fight, so he only gave them ethers from now on.
When it was past nine, Yuki got out of his study and waited patiently while his lover, satisfied that he finally beat the hellish dog, saved the game. They went to bed together but didn't even cuddle – which upset Shuichi – because Yuki, as he so kindly explained to Shuichi, didn't want to “get the damn virus. It's probably mutated to infect with your stupidity too and I don't wish to be sick with 'morons' flu'.” The writer blamed his bad mood on the fact that he was dead tired. After Shuichi whined some about how mean Yuki was being, they went to sleep.
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Wow.. XD It turned out way longer than I expected! XD
And I planned to have Shuichi go to the doctor in this one... But then I got too involved in the fight and stuff.. I just couldn't help it!! >.< I didn't want to insult KH! Really! It was all Yuki's fault – that's what he thinks of the game, not me! I'm a huge Kingdom Hearts fangirl!! >.< And yes, I did have some trouble with Cerberus... =.= And I'm really sorry about that OOCness of Yuki's before... v.v Heh.. It seems to me like they have their own thoughts and do what they want XD Wasn't gonna have Yuki and Shuichi fight like that but.. My first version was so OOCish that it felt really uncomfortable! XD I'm happier with this one.. XP
Please Review!! (and I welcome any ideas you might want to share with me? :3) Oh! What should I make Shuichi be sick with? I have kind of an idea (can't say it's original but oh well XP) but got nothing much beyond that.. XP just the scene at the doctor's.. XD
And thank you for reading! ^.^