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

Rating: M. Bad Language mostly.

Pairings: Yuki x Shuichi

Notes: Shuichi x Yuki fluffiness I suppose. I’m trying to make up for the last chapter.

Misread Circumstances

Yuki put down the glass and slid from the bar stool. A quick check of the old clock on the wall told him it was definitely time to go home. 4:30 in the blasted morning.

He rubbed his forehead and pulled on his jacket before wandering out of the bar. God he loved those all night bars. They really helped on those long restless nights and even more on the nights Shuichi was away.

He yawned and walked down the pathway. The streets were still all but bare, but over the horizon, between buildings, the first rays of sunlight were beginning to show.

Yuki shoved his hands deep into his pockets. The breeze had picked up while he was in the sickly warm bar, and the chill of the morning wasn’t being erased by the slowly approaching day.

Yuki fumbled his fingers in his pocket until he found his cigarettes and lighter. He opened the packet with an annoyed frown. Four left. Not enough to get him through the day, especially if Shuichi was going to come home. He ducked into an alley way to light up. In the darkness he stumbled and fell against the wall a little roughly. His lighter was jolted from his hand and clattered to the floor. Yuki cursed and knelt down, trying to find the object.

He found something else.

Yuki stumbled back when his hands touched something warm. Something breathing. It was covered by a coat and curled into a tiny ball.

Yuki frowned and continued to look for his lost lighted. His shoe snagged the coat though and pulled it away from the body. A flash of pink.

“Shuichi?!” Yuki asked, eyes going wide. He shuffled over and pulled away the coat. The tell tale pink hair was enough though. He shook Shuichi fiercely and rolled him onto his back.

“Shuichi! Wake up!”

“Hnmm…not now…sleeping…”

Yuki frowned. God, he was freezing. Baka. What the hell was he doing out here? Why didn’t he go home?

“Shuichi…wake up!”

Again, he got rather the same response. The lighter was completely forgotten as Yuki grabbed the coat and wrapped it around Shuichi, then slipped off his own and did the same with it.

“You baka…what are you doing out here? You’re freezing.”

Yuki lifted Shuichi into his arms, making sure the coats were covering him properly, before he headed for home.

“Shuichi…you stupid…moronic…idiot!” Yuki cursed in a whisper. Shuichi was still fast asleep and he was still ice cold. Yuki had bunched him up in every blanket he could find and turned the heating right up. He was sweltering but it didn’t matter. What mattered was Shuichi.

Why the hell had Shuichi been out there? In an alleyway?! Why hadn’t he gone home? Surely he wouldn’t have gone home, not found him, and gone looking. Then, falling asleep in an alley? He wouldn’t be that stupid would he? Shuichi had done some dumb things before, but nothing like this.

Yuki ran a hand through his blonde hair, completely annoyed.

Annoyed with himself.

If he’d followed…or if he’d gone straight home…this might not have happened. Shuichi would be okay.

Yuki shook his head. Dammit, why did this always happen to him? Shuichi just upended his life every waking moment. Yet, he still cared. He still bloody cared!

He’d liked being by himself. It was quiet and predictable. Nothing had ever changed and then along came Shuichi. That fateful day in the park and some stupid wind had changed everything. Everything went from normal to chaotic.

“Hnn…Yuki…” Shuichi mumbled. Yuki jumped, being completely wrapped in his own thoughts. He sat up straight in the chair and looked at Shuichi. He wasn’t awake…

He was having a bad dream most likely. Yuki shuffled the chair closer and felt Shuichi’s forehead with the back of his hand. He felt warmer. That was a good sign.

“Shuichi you stupid idiot,” Yuki growled but his features quickly softened, “Don’t scare me like this.”