Glaring Stupidity

If it wasn't for the resulting urge to strangle the young pink haired singer, it would have been cute. If it wasn't for the fact that the whole affair ended with his sister getting involved, it would have been funny.

Sighing for the thousandth time that day, the writer known to the resident screaming fan-girls of Japan as Eiri Yuki struggled to keep his often explosive temper at bay. Too bad that wasn't what the fates decided upon…

3…

Realizing the implications of the sour expression plastered on his lover's usually breathtaking features, the pink-haired lead singer of Bad Luck backed up a few steps, all the while making sure to keep his eyes on the agitated blonde, knowing full that should he look away for even the quickest of seconds, it could mean the difference between life and death.

2…

Frowning and glaring ferociously, Eiri Yuki took one step forward, then another, and then another. In just a few short seconds, the blonde closed the already too small gap between himself and his lover, dreadfully silent all the while.

Staring at the now quivering pink, orange, and grey-green mass in front of him, Yuki's mind struggled to find what on Earth compelled the singer to do what he had done. After a moment of being unable to come up with anything, the blonde allowed himself to submit to the actions compelled and fueled by raw emotion alone.

1…

Grabbing the smaller sized singer by the shoulder, Yuki pushed the before mentioned singer roughly, causing him to fall backwards. The pink haired boy landed with a soft 'oof' when the younger's fall halted by the soft cushioning of the couch. Not allowing the boy a moment of reprieve, Yuki continued closer, closing in on his prey.

"Y-Yuki, I can explain!" The singer said, his voice quivering, but his eyes never leaving the blonde's. "Yuki, I said I was sorry, but I'll say it again however many times you want."

Stopping for a second, the blonde took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and after a moment exhaled. After another long moment of trying to calm himself as not to lash out, he attempted to speak. "Wha…"

He paused again and sighed again, this time rubbing the bridge of his nose. He attempted again to speak in a civil manner. "What compelled you…"

"Sakuma-san was doing it. So was Seguchi-san. And Hiro too!" The younger half of the couple replied hastily, wincing when Yuki's hand made signs of sudden movement.

Sighing yet again, Yuki looked down at his lover with a mix of pain, just a hint of anger displayed before, and his patented 'you're a moron' look. The glance between the two men lasted several minutes before either one said anything.

"Look, I just want to know what compelled you to be so stupid." Surprised by the slightly concerned tone in the blonde's voice, the pinked haired singer looked up.

"What compelled you to go diving off the stage into the crowd during the concert, dressed only in your boxers and socks?" The blonde shook his head, still trying to figure out what went through his lover's head. Oh wait, he already knew, it was the same thing that went through the singer's head everyday: air. As the younger man went to answer, Yuki cut him off. "And don't give me that bullshit about Sakuma, or anyone else for that matter, doing it…"

"Well, to get the record straight, that was only ONE of the reasons for doing it. Also for the record, I was FULLY clothed when I jumped in, I'll have you know!" The pink haired singer argued. "And besides, Seguchi-san and Sakuma-san where the ones stripping!"

"Well, Sakuma's an idiot. Seguchi, on the other hand…"

"Sakuma-san and Noriko-san slipped a little something into his water before the show because he was, now how did Sakuma-san phrase it, 'cranky'. And besides, Sakuma-san's not stupid! He's a lyrical genus! Once we were talking and…"

"…You do realize that you still have not answered my question or is that a little out of your range of comprehension?" Yuki looked at his lover, expecting an explanation. He didn't really expect a deep or intelligent explanation, but he wanted one none the less.

"Well, the truth of the matter is…"

"Well…"

"Promise you wont be mad…" The singer looked up sheepishly. "Please Yuki…"

"…" Yuki glared down at the other man. "And why should I?"

"I'll do anything you want." The singer smirked. Yuki shook his head and turned his back to the pink haired singer. "A-n-y-thing."

"…just tell me." This was ridiculous. It wasn't so much that Yuki was angry anymore. Now he was just mildly annoyed at the fact that his boyfriend wouldn't tell him is 'reason' for doing something stupid. He was always doing something stupid, so why did he even bother. Oh yes, two reasons: he grew 'fond' of the singer (he deliberately avoided the word love whenever possible) and what that singer would so to get back on Eiri's good side, namely sex.

"Well…" The singer looked down at his socked feet. "I did it because…"

Eiri raised a golden eyebrow, although the singer couldn't see it. This would be vaguely interesting. "…I mean, it seemed like a good idea at the time."

Eiri Yuki, the normally cool and collected one was floored, utterly floored. That had to be the STUPIDEST excuse the singer had come up with since they met. He jumped off the stage into a pit of screaming fan-girls and was stripped by hands belonging to someone other then himself, all because it seemed like a good idea at the time?

"Y-Yuki?" The singer attempted to wave a hand in front of his lover's face. "Anyone home? Yuki, Earth calling Yuki. Yuki, please respond."

"Shut up, you damn brat." Yuki turned to face him and sighed looking at the sight before him before shaking his head yet again. "I need a cigarette."

"Yuki, I…" The boy attempted to follow his lover to his office, but was stopped by a glare and a hand pushing him back down on the couch. "And keep of that leg or you'll worsen the damage and that's all I need."

Watching his lover's retreating back, Shuichi Shindo got comfortable and reached for the remote control. Sighing, he turned on the television and began to flip.

Looking over his shoulder at his pair of wooden crutches leaning against the wall and sighed again. He might as well get used to it, for he wasn't going anywhere for a long time. Not with a leg broken in three places and fractured in six…

END