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

Rating: M. Bad Language.

Pairings: Yuki x Shuichi

Notes: Oic. Ryuichi’s going all evil-strange. I’m sorry! *begs* Don’t hate me! It’ll come clear soon enough! The ending is in sight!

Misread Circumstances

Shuichi moaned and tried to roll over. Why was it so hot? Why was it so hard to move? It felt like he was being weighed down by something.

Slowly he cracked his eyes open. The first thing he saw was the ton of blankets he was covered in, which was highly odd, since he remembered falling asleep in an alley. After he’d finished crying…he’d been so tired…and it was so cold…

He’d fallen asleep in the alley way. Then…where was he now?

Shuichi looked around before slowly sitting up, pushing back the mounds of blankets. His eyes fell upon a person. He couldn’t see their face but they had wonderful golden blonde hair…

“Yuki…” Shuichi breathed out. Yuki was fast asleep with his head buried in his arms as he leant on the bed. Shuichi reached forward. He just wanted to touch…not to wake…

The events before his crying came flooding back and he yanked his hand back with a chocked sob.

“I’m so sorry…” Shuichi cried. Yuki jerked and sat bolt upright. His eyes flashed to Shuichi quickly, still glazed from sleep.

“You’re awake!” Yuki cried and stood up. Before Shuichi could reply Yuki had caught him in a tight hug.

“You stupid baka. What were you thinking?! Sleeping in an alley?!” Yuki asked him angrily, but the anger was quickly dissolved with urgent kisses.

“You idiot Shuichi.” Yuki murmured once more, running his fingers through Shuichi’s candy colored hair.

“I’m so, so sorry Yuki…” Shuichi sobbed.

Yuki held him close, “Shh…it’s all right. Just don’t be so stupid next time.”

Shuichi clenched his fists into Yuki’s shirt. There shouldn’t have been a first time. There would not be a next time. Yuki didn’t have to know…Yuki would never know…

Yuki thrust a cup of hot chocolate into Shuichi’s hands, despite his protests of it being too hot. Keeping Shuichi in bed had been all but impossible, but Yuki found that Shuichi had none of his general life and hyperactivity today. He figured that it was just because of his rough night, but something nagged at him that it was very different. Shuichi didn’t seem sick. He seemed depressed…and timid. Every time Yuki went to touch him he would recoil or stiffen up. It was strange, to say the least.

“Shuichi…what happened?” Yuki asked after a moment of silence. Shuichi visibly tensed and looked at the mug in his hands with sudden fascination.

Yuki waited for an answer until he realized he wasn’t going to get one any time soon.

“Fine.” He sighed and stood. Just in time as well, for the phone rang.

Shuichi jumped. It was most likely K looking for him.

His suspicions were right as well. Yuki answered and was treated to yelling, screams and death threats.

“Where is he?” K asked finally.

“Here. With me,” Yuki replied, using English, the same as the American.

“He should be here, not there. Why isn’t he? This is the—”

“Back off,” Yuki growled and the other end of the line was completely silent. Yuki frowned and hung the phone up on K before taking it off its hook. They would not be bothered today.

Yuki reached for his cigarettes then remembered his lost lighter. He’d never thought to buy matches before. What did a smoker, with a perfectly good lighter, need matches for?

“Shuichi…I’m going to go—”

“I’ll go.”

Yuki shook his head and stood, “You stay here. Drink your chocolate and watch some TV.”

“Please Yuki…I need some fresh air…let me go.”

Yuki frowned and went to say no once more. Shuichi was almost pleading with him though. Those large, sparkling eyes were staring up at him, looking lost.

“Fine…you can go. I need some matches…and some more cigarettes.”

Shuichi nodded and stood. He was still wearing last night’s clothes and simply reached for his jacket.

Yuki frowned once more and moved closer to Shuichi. Damn his protectiveness. Shuichi had gone to the damn shops before. It wasn’t like he wasn’t coming back. How did Shuichi even get to him like this?

Maybe last night had proved how much he cared about the stupid idiot.

“Don’t take too long,” Yuki said and handed Shuichi his wallet.

Damn it. That wasn’t supposed to come out so harsh. He’d meant to say something more along the lines of ‘hurry back soon, okay?’ or ‘Don’t make me worry.’

Yuki leant down, intending to kiss his pink haired lover. Instead, Shuichi jumped back and nodded before running out the door.

Yuki frowned. Odd. Definitely very odd.

Yuki had only sat down for a couple minutes when he heard a knock at the door. Shuichi couldn’t be back all ready, besides, he had keys to get in. It had better not be K or one of those other NG annoyances. At the moment, he didn’t think he could even stomach Tohma.

Yuki sighed and got up. Delivery maybe? Though he didn’t know what.

Of course it could be some nice sales person he could take his anger out on.

He wrenched open the door, intent on giving whoever it was a mouthful, only to find Sakuma-san resting against the wall.

“What are you doing here?” Yuki growled. Ryuichi looked up at him, arms still crossed in front of him. Yuki furrowed his brows lightly. Sakuma-san smirked and moved to stand in front of the author.

Yuki frowned, “I shouldn’t have to ask again.”

Ryuichi smirked at him again before placing a hand on Yuki’s chest and pushing him inside, following quickly after, kicking the door shut after him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I bet you’re wondering what happened to Shuichi last night, ne?”