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One Bad Week

Chapter 25: Midnight






Shutting the box with a sigh, Kara finally turned her attention upwards, her heart sinking as she watched Shuichi begin to fall.


On the roof, Yuki was absolutely frozen in terror, watching helplessly as his lover plunged towards the ground. Everything was happening in slow motion then. He could see the tears as they fell upwards. See the fear in Shuichi's eyes as he continued to stare up at Yuki. Panic rolled off the falling singer in waves as he plummeted towards the ground below.

And just like that, it was over.

Yuki stared, disbelief painting his entire being at the scene below. And he ran. He ran faster than he had ever ran in his life, taking the stairs three at a time until he finally reached his apartment. Slamming the door open, Yuki tore into the living room, stunned as he watched Hiro pull a limp Shuichi into the room by the hood on his shirt.

It was a one in a million chance.

Fishing out a pair of jeans and a large orange hoodie, the teen dressed quickly. He didn't know why he was putting a hoodie on. It was a little too warm for such things.

Everything would have had to of been just so.

"Why's there a giant hole in the living room?" Hiro asked from behind.

Absolutely perfect.

Finally spotting Kara heading to unlock a nearby car, the author motioned for the guitarist to follow. He had a feeling the red head was going to be needed once they finally got back to Shuichi.

One thing out of place…

"Hey, don't fall into a depression on me. We'll grab it." Hiro reassured.

And things could have been much different.

A low groan snapped Yuki from his thoughts and he shakily stumbled to the form on the floor.

"Shuichi?" he said quietly.

Another low groan and pair of violet eyes began to flutter open.

He could hear Hiro crying behind him. Relief pouring out of the red head as he struggled to catch his breath. Yuki turned his head towards the guitarist, a million words pouring from his eyes as he felt his own cheeks becoming wet. Hiro only nodded, too spent from the adrenaline rush to do much else.


Snapping his head back down, Yuki released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding as Shuichi stared back up at him.

"Am I…dead?"

Yuki couldn't help the smile that twitched at the corners of his mouth.

"No, idiot. You're not dead." he said with a shaky breath.

"I'm glad." the singer said quietly.

"So am I, Shu." Yuki said, drawing the younger man into his arms. "So am I."

Several days later…

Shuichi groaned as he opened his eyes to that damnable white ceiling again. He realized that he really needed to ask Yuki about painting their own ceiling a different color.

Maybe purple…

"Hey, you."

Glancing over, Shuichi smiled as Yuki stood up and walked towards the bed.

"Get enough sleep?" the author asked.

"I think so." Shuichi replied. "When do I get to go home?"

"Today if the doctor says you're good."

"Really?" the singer exclaimed, waking up a lot faster.


"Really really?"

Yuki growled. "Don't push it, brat."

And Shuichi devilishly imposed Yuki Payback tactic 34: Sexy Shuichi.

Lifting his arms out, Shuichi smiled as Yuki obediently stepped forward to hug the singer.

"Sooo mean, Yuki!" the singer chirped.

Running his hand down Yuki's cheek, the singer caught the novelist eyes with his own. Yuki gulped in return. The innocent half-asleep Shuichi had been cleverly replaced with a gorgeous young man, absolutely dripping sex from every pore of his being. He could feel Shuichi's breath hot on his cheek as the singer's lips slowly traveled towards his own. A moment later there was the slightest of touches, a gentle caress, a light nip and then Shuichi pushed himself forward, capturing Yuki's lips with his own.

Yuki absolutely melted in his arms.

The pink haired man mentally grinned. It wasn't a tactic he used often, but when he did…

A very loud clearing of throats surprised both men and they pulled apart quickly. Yuki panted several times before he was able to pull himself together and he turned around with a scowl on his face.

"Didn't mean to interrupt." Hiro said with a grin.


Easing his way around the fuming author, Hiro wrapped Shuichi in a quick hug.

"How're you doing today?" he asked.

"Okay, I guess." Shuichi said with a sigh. "Just desperate to go home."

Hiro nodded. "I bet you are."

The two continued to talk, catching up on Hiro's trip and other things as Yuki flopped himself back down in his chair. Soon the singer would be all his and he could institute his new 'no clothing in the house' policy. The thoughts that began running through Yuki's mind at that point kept him occupied for several minutes.

"Oh!" Hiro said suddenly. "I almost forgot the biggest reason I came to see you."

"Bigger than just seeing me?" Shuichi cried with a pout.

"Isn't everything bigger than you?" Hiro teased.


The guitarist laughed and waved his hand. "Alright, alright. Sorry. Anyway, I'm suppose to tell you about our vacation."

"Yeah, yeah. Less than a week left." Shuichi sighed. Although he was thankful that Dr. Misomu had been kind enough to set his community service back a few more weeks, Shuichi was not at all looking forward to going back to work right now.

Hiro grinned. "Well, I suppose if you want to go back to work without us that bad, I can't stop you."


"Tohma decided that because of what happened generating so much press, it would be better to push back the release date of our album to build up some anticipation." Hiro said, still grinning. "In other words, we're on vacation for an additional two weeks!"

Shuichi shot up in the bed, throwing up his arm and giving a loud whoop at the news. He immediately regretted it, however, as his entire chest began to hurt.

"Don't move around like that, idiot!" Yuki reprimanded, standing up. "Do you not understand the concept of broken ribs?"

Shuichi held his sides and slowly slid back down onto the bed with a pouting nod.

Hiro sighed but smiled. "I gotta get going."

"Aw, do you have to?" Shuichi asked.

"Yeah, sorry. But if you're still here I'll visit tomorrow. And if you're at home, well, I'll visit tomorrow!"

"Sounds good!" Shuichi said, hugging his friend again.

Hiro had just made it outside the door when a hand on his shoulder made him stop. Turning around, he was surprised to see Yuki standing behind him.

"Listen, about what happened…"

The guitarist could see the emotions as they danced over Yuki's eyes and waited patiently as the blond collected his thoughts.

"Thank you."

Hiro smiled at the novelist, his smile growing as he felt the hand on his shoulder tighten ever so slightly.

"Trust me," the red head replied, glancing over Yuki's shoulder to the singer behind. "It was my pleasure."

Several hours and several visitors later, Yuki walked back into the room with a wheelchair and a smile threatening to cross his lips.

Shuichi took one look at Yuki, one look at the chair and nearly jumped out of bed.

"Don't you dare." Yuki said suddenly, sensing the younger man's intent.

It took everything to restrain himself, but remembering the pain of earlier, Shuichi managed to do so. It was a bit of a struggle to get dressed and get situated in the chair but once Yuki started wheeling him towards the door, Shuichi was bursting with excitement. They slid out the back door, careful to not draw attention to themselves. Yuki wanted to avoid the journalists and the -shudder- fan girls at all costs.

Eventually, though, they were in the car and heading home.

Shuichi smiled and snuggled down in the familiar seat of Yuki's car, watching sleepily as the scenery passed by.

"Hey, Yuki?"


"I love you."

The blond turned his head and gave the singer a look. A moment later, Shuichi felt a hand curl around his own and give it a slight squeeze. Looking over at the novelist, Shuichi noted how calm and relaxed he seemed and decided not to say more, least he break the quiet moment they shared. He smiled as he let his eyes and body relax for the first time in a week.

This, was all he ever wanted.