Author: Jasmine Flame, AKA Mirai. All flames can be directed to jasmine_flame@hotmail.com

Rating: PG 13+ Umm…innuendo-ish.

Pairings: Yuki x Shuichi, Ryuichi x Shuichi

Notes: Isn’t it amazing how sap completely writes itself? But, yet again, I find myself feeling very sorry for Ryuichi. I truly don’t know if he’s going to have a happy ending in this fic…I’ll try working one into it, but it’s not looking good. *frowns and hugs a Ryu-plushie* Poor guy…

Misread Circumstances

“Yuki! That was soooo much fun!” Shuichi squealed happily, bouncing ahead of the blonde author.

“Quiet down would you? Embarrassing me in front of all these people...” Yuki said and grabbed Shuichi’s arm, pulling him back.

“But Yuki! Can we do something else? It’s such a nice night.”

Yuki sighed and reached for the packet of cigarettes in his pocket. Shuichi snagged them before he could take one out though and bounced a couple paces away.

“Shuichi!”

“C’mon Yuki!” Shuichi giggled, waving the packet at Yuki.

Yuki sighed. Why did he agree to this again? Wait…it had been his idea. Even worse…

“Shuichi…please…” Yuki growled and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was getting a headache.

Shuichi hurried back and handed Yuki the packet before latching onto his arm, “We can do anything you’d like Yuki.”

“Home, then sleep.”

“That’s no fun!”

“You said anything I want!”

Shuichi pouted, “Please Yuki, tonight’s been so nice.”

Yuki stopped and looked down at Shuichi, who was pulling the ‘sad puppy’ look with everything he had.

“All right, all right. The park.”

Before he could brace himself, Shuichi had thrown himself into Yuki’s arms, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you—”

“If! If you be quiet.”

“Oh…okay…” Shuichi said with a pleased smile and resumed his place at Yuki’s side, hugging his arm as they walked.

“It’s getting cold Kumagarou. You want to sit in my pocket?” Ryuichi asked the stuffed rabbit.

“Okay!” he smiled and lifted Kumagarou up from his side and placing him in his coat pocket, “There. All better, ne?”

Ryuichi sighed and scanned the park, uninterested. It would be much more interesting if Shuichi were here with him. They could look at the stars and the pretty moon and walk together.

He could also think of a lot more interesting things to do, but Kumagarou shouldn’t hear about them.

Occasionally a couple would walk past, staring into each others eyes. He wished Shu-chan would look at him like that. He wouldn’t hurt Shu-chan like Yuki-san did. He would love Shu-chan forever and never let him get hurt by anyone.

If only he’d been quicker, before Shu-chan could fall so deeply for Yuki-san, they might’ve been together now.

Ryuichi sighed once more and pulled his legs up to his chest. He didn’t want to go home. It was cold and lonely there. Tohma didn’t care what happened to him anymore. Everyone was…gone.

He had to have Shuichi. He had to…Shuichi was so warm…warm and real. Shuichi wouldn’t leave him. He just had to make Shu-chan love him.

“Yuki! Aren’t the stars pretty? It’s so nice here. Bit cold though…maybe we should go home. But just a bit longer okay?”

Yuki sighed and wondered how Shuichi was capable of having a conversation entirely on his own.

“Come here,” Yuki said and grabbed Shuichi, pulling the pink haired vocalist against him.

“Yuki…” Shuichi swooned, staring up at him with those large violet eyes. [1]

“Shh…” Yuki whispered and leaned down, kissing Shuichi softly. As was to be expected, Shuichi melted in his arms.

Yuki pulled away slowly and smiled at Shuichi. Shuichi smiled back meekly as his knees gave way and he collapsed into Yuki’s arms.

“I love you Yuki…”

“Let’s go home,” Yuki said. As interesting as the prospect of taking Shuichi in the middle of the park was, he wasn’t too keen on the idea of being picked up by the cops.

Shuichi nodded and managed to remember how to stand on his own two feet.

They walked a little further in complete silence. Shuichi was too wrapped up in staring at Yuki to notice much else, Yuki, on the other hand, spotted the green-haired person sitting on the bench further up.

He tensed and Shuichi blinked, “What is it Yuki?”

“Sakuma-san,” Yuki said quietly. So quietly it sounded dangerous.

Shuichi bit his lip, “Yuki…please…he hasn’t done anything!” Not anything Yuki knew about anyhow.

“No…he hasn’t…yet.”

“Yuki please don’t…”

Yuki stared down at Shuichi, who was becoming all but frantic that perhaps he was going to do something to Sakuma-san.

Yuki smirked and leaned down, resting one hand on the back of Shuichi’s neck and pulling him closer with the other. Yeah, Sakuma-san wouldn’t miss this.

Yuki licked his lips quickly before capturing Shuichi’s as his own. Normally he wouldn’t do something like this but Sakuma-san needed to know exactly who Shuichi belonged to.

Yuki kissed Shuichi, one of the hot kisses from his books that had those silly housewives and teenagers drooling. Within mere seconds, Shuichi had forgotten anyone else on the planet even existed, never mind that Ryuichi was sitting a couple meters away.

Ryuichi stood, ready to leave. This was depressing. He just wanted to go home and have some nice hot chocolate and curl up in bed…alone, but he had Kumagarou right?

He tightened his coat around him and looked around, wondering which way would be the quicker way home. That’s when he spotted a very familiar splash of pink hair. Shuichi…

He was about to call out until he saw Yuki-san with him, and by the looks of it, they didn’t want to be bothered.

Ryuichi bit back a sob and pulled Kumagarou out of his pocket, holding the stuffed toy close, “Its not fair Kumagarou…” he sniffed, fully intent on holding back his tears. He hated crying so much. He hated crying when he truly felt it.

He bowed his head low and ran. He ran right past Shuichi and Yuki-san and kept running. He just wanted to go home.

Shuichi pulled back, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed. “Yuki…”

“Hm?”

“How could you?!” Shuichi yelled at him. Yuki stared at him.

“What the hell do you mean?”

Shuichi glared at him before pushing away and chasing Ryuichi down the path.

“Ryuichi! Wait!”

Yuki watched him leave. He would not lower himself by calling out after the baka, but now he was all hot and Shuichi was gone. Angry at him too…well…that didn’t work quite as he’d planned.

With a sigh, Yuki pulled out a cigarette and lit it, turning his back against the wind. Absently he wondered if there was a bar close by he could stop at for a while.

[1] Violet, Blue, hell I’ve even heard green! In most of the pictures I have though, Shuichi’s eyes are definitely violet.