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

Rating: PG. Only for a little bit of Bad Language.

Pairings: Yuki x Shuichi, Ryuichi x Shuichi

Disclaimer: I hate disclaimers. From now one, just read the previous chapters and you should get the idea ^.~

Notes: English isn't my first language...gibberish is. Grammar is not my strong suit and this isn't Beta'd. This chapter was also longer than the others. I think I'm becoming attached to my little side project.


Misread Circumstances


Shuichi jumped as he heard a knock on the door. He shifted on the couch, kicking the covers aside and racing to the door still rubbing his eyes. He hadn't dared try sleep with Yuki last night. He'd looked so mad...
Shuichi ran a hand through his messy hair and opened the door. Ryuichi smiled and leapt at him, knocking them both to the floor.
"Shu-chan! Good morning!"
"W-what are you doing here? What's the time?"
"Eight, it's not too early is it? I want to take you for breakfast."
"But...I have to make Yuki breakfast..."
"I'm sure he's capable of making his own breakfast for a change. Go get dressed okay? You look cute like that but I don't know if you want to go to breakfast without proper clothes on..."
Shuichi's eyes went wide and he felt very naked in his tank top and shorts all of a sudden.
"I'll...be quick. Please sit down Sakuma-san."
Ryuichi smiled and waved him away into the other room before finding himself a spot to sit.


"What's with the noise brat?" Yuki asked, sitting up in his bed.
Shuichi tried to think of something to say, but couldn't think of anything more intelligent than babbles.
"Did I hear Sakuma-san out there? What's the hell is he doing here so early?"
"He's...He's..."
"Out with it!"
"He's taking me for breakfast!" Shuichi cried, covering his face with his hand. Yuki frowned when he saw the gold bracelet still around his wrist.
There was a knock on the bedroom door and Yuki looked over.
"Shuichi? What's wrong?!" Ryuichi called from outside the door.
"Just get out. I don't care if you go out. Maybe I can have something decent for breakfast if I make it myself."
Shuichi grabbed his things with a sob and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He promptly threw himself into Ryuichi's arms and started to cry.
"Shu-chan, what's wrong?!" Ryuichi asked, rubbing his back gently.
"N-nothing..."
"Silly Shu-chan. You get dressed and we'll go, okay?"
Shuichi nodded and pulled away from Ryuichi, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Ryuichi smiled at him warmly and put a hand on his shoulder, "Shu-chan shouldn't cry. No one should make you cry."
Shuichi nodded again and Ryuichi turned his back.
"Promise I won't look. You get changed."
Shuichi was about to protest and go to change in another room but Ryuichi didn't look very patient today. He quickly dressed and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to look a little more respectable.
"Okay..." Shuichi said after a moment, "Just let me get my blankets..."
"Nuh-uh! Let's go!"
"But-"
Ryuichi grabbed his hand and pulled him from the apartment.


Yuki looked at the couch with a frown. Usually by the time he woke up Shuichi had everything cleaned up and breakfast made. Damn Sakuma-san, who exactly did he think he was? Shuichi belonged here.
Yuki was a little surprised at his own jealousy and reached for his packet of cigarettes with shaky hands. Why the hell should he care what that idiot was doing? It wasn't like he was incapable of making his own breakfast or anything...
He lit his cigarette with a scowl, knowing he shouldn't be smoking before breakfast. He could almost imagine Shuichi complaining...
Yuki growled and went to make himself something to eat.


"Eat Shu-chan! It'll get cold!"
Shuichi smiled weakly. Ryuichi, having been in America for so long, was used to eating this much for breakfast. He however, was not.
Shuichi fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat. He really should be making Yuki breakfast, not out with Sakuma-san. He shouldn't be here...
"Is there something wrong?"
Shuichi looked up and found Ryuichi smiling at him.
"N-no...nothing's wrong."
"You should eat some more then. Just a little. You're so skinny. Yuki does not look after you properly."
Shuichi nodded and continued to eat. It made him a little nervous though that Ryuichi kept looking at him like that.
"Does he hurt you?"
Shuichi choked on his food. What? Where did that come from?
"Oh Shu-chan! Are you all right? I'm sorry!" Ryuichi asked, handing him a glass of water. Shuichi nodded as he slowly regained his breath.
Ryuichi was still looking at him thought, his eyes full of worry.
"Of course he doesn't! How could you think that?"
"I'm sorry...it's just...you're always crying."
Shuichi looked down at his plate. He cried because Yuki was mean to him...but Yuki would never hurt him. Not intentionally...
"He's so mean to you Shuichi..."
"But it's always my fault. I always break things...or annoy him...or-or-"
Tears began to well up in Shuichi's eyes and Ryuichi panicked, rushing to his friend's side to hug him.
"I'm sorry! I don't mean to make you cry!"
"It's...not your fault."
Ryuichi smoothed Shuichi's hair gently, "C'mon. We can go to my place okay? We'll watch some TV. That'll make Shu-chan feel better, ne?"
Before Shuichi could say anything, he was pulled to his feet and towards the counter. Ryuichi paid and pulled him out of the café.
"Ryuichi..."
"Hm?"
"Why are you so nice to me?" Shuichi asked quietly.
"Because, you are my friend."
"But---"
"Shu-chan asks too many questions. I like you and you are my friend. That's why I'm nice to you."
Ryuichi stopped and turned to face Shuichi, smiling warmly, "I don't want to see you hurt."
"But I-"
Shuichi squeaked in surprise as he was pulled into a tight hug.
"No one is going to hurt my Shu-chan." Ryuichi said finally.


Ryuichi looked up as someone knocked on his door. Not wanting to disturb Shuichi who was sleeping against him, he called out that it was open.
Tohma looked into the apartment before walking in and shutting the door behind him.
"You never came to get this," Tohma said, setting the pink rabbit down on the coffee table.
"Kumagarou!" Ryuichi smiled and reached for the pink bunny. It was a little out of his reach though and moving would have disturbed Shuichi, so he left it where it was.
Tohma looked at him curiously, and then looked at Shuichi. Finally he gave Ryuichi a puzzled look.
"I see you found something more interesting to hold," Tohma whispered.
Ryuichi glared at him, "He was tired and upset."
Tohma gave him an all knowing smile and a short nod.
"What are you doing here anyhow? You didn't just come to deliver Kumagarou."
"No, I didn't. I am wondering what you are doing with Shuichi."
"Secret. Can't tell, not even you."
Tohma shrugged, "You had better not be interfering in anyone's lives."
Ryuichi glared at him, "Like you could say anything about that."
Tohma was slightly taken aback. No one saw much of that side of Ryuichi, but when you did, it was not easy to forget it.
"Fine. I will see you tomorrow then."
With that, Tohma left, shutting the door a little too roughly as he did.
"Hmm...who was that Ryuichi?" Shuichi asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Oh! Tohma woke you! I'm sorry Shu-chan."
"Did I really fall asleep? How embarrassing..."
Ryuichi smiled fondly at him and slipped an arm around Shuichi's shoulders, pulling him close again, "I don't mind! Tohma just came over to drop off Kumagarou. You can sleep."
Shuichi blushed brighter than the color of his own hair as he snuggled closer to Ryuichi. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night, worrying about if Yuki was mad or not. Sakuma-san was so nice to him, letting him sleep like this, taking him for breakfast...buying him things...
Slowly Shuichi drifted back to sleep letting Ryuichi run his fingers through his hair gently.