ARCHIVE: Shibbalicious and
Anti Nostalgic. Anyone else wants, please ask me first.
COUPLE: Yuki+Shuichi
SUMMARY: Yuki just can't seem
to get to sleep.
SPOILERS: none
DISCLAIMER: No one recognisable
is owned by me, more's the pity.
NOTES: Thankyou to Tink and
NightMajik for betaing, you are both wonderful. Yuki POV.
The silence is stifling.
I lie awake in bed,
arms and legs spread like a starfish, a cigarette dangles from my lips. Cool
sheets cover up to my waist.
It is 2:26am, and
Bad Luck is on tour.
Just a small one,
relatively speaking. National. Playing to some of the smaller cities, building
their popularity up. News from their successes filters back to Tokyo, which
seems to grow more anxious in anticipation for the final show they will do here
before going back to the studio.
And there are so
many things I could be doing right now.
Over the past three
days Mika and Tatsuha have both rung, not-so-subtly inviting me out. To stop
brooding, they said. To get out of the house, they said. Nevermind that I'm
always too busy working any other time, they think I want the only week I'll
have to myself to finish my latest book to be interrupted by their inanities.
I hung up on them
both.
The silence is heavy,
inescapable.
The first day of
the tour was like some glorious holiday. No loud Nittle Grasper music. No tripping
over stacks of manga left in the hallway on the way to the bathroom. No slamming
of the front door. No screeching of my name. I got more written in the hours
of that day than I had the previous week.
And then... I went
to bed.
I don't know whether
I've ever had a worse night trying to sleep in my entire life. My eyelids didn't
even droop. It was as if I didn't know how. I ended up pacing and chain-smoking
until I finally fell into an exhausted heap on the sofa.
The next night was
no better. I couldn't drift off until I switched my pillow for the garish coloured
thing *he* sleeps on that clashes with my paintwork. A shirt wrapped
callously around my hand worked the following evening. The night after that,
I couldn't shut my eyes until I put one of his demo recordings in the cd player.
He really does write
mundane lyrics.
Which is where I
am now... my head on his pillow, his voice piping softly through speakers, a
bright and an article of entirely too effeminate clothing in my grip.
And the silence,
the *emptiness* that is his lack of presence has never been more apparent.
It's 2:33am and
Bad Luck is on tour.
I resign myself
to never being able to get a restful night's sleep alone for the rest of my
life when the phone rings. Well, my night can't really get any better, can it?
"What?" I demand
irritably into the receiver after letting the phone ring four times.
"Yuki? I didn't
wake you, did I?"
Shuichi Shindou.
The only person in the world who can ring somewhere in the small hours of the
morning and not assume someone is sleeping.
Well, I'm not, but
how does he know that, eh?
"Idiot, do you know
what time it is?"
"It's 2:35am!" He
answers back. I can *hear* the cheerful smile in his voice. He continues
before I have a chance. "I know it's a little late, but I *did* promise
to ring after the concert in Osaka."
"You could have
rung in the morning." I let my voice drip with irritation, as per usual.
The brat goes silent
on the other end of the line for about three seconds. "Whoops! I'm sorry, Yuki,
I'm still so hyped, that's all. Hiro told me to ring tomorrow, but I just couldn't
wait!"
"Did you ring just
to annoy me because you're out of town, or is there an actual purpose to this
phonecall?"
His laughter bubbles
joyfully. "I wanted to tell you that we've only got one more concert to go before
we finish!"
Hm. This means...
"So, what time do
I have to have the locks changed by?"
"4 o'clock!" He
answers happily. "We arrive in the afternoon, have a few hours to get settled,
and the concert's at 7."
"Is that all?" I
ask indifferently, suddenly feeling the urge to yawn.
"That and..." his
voice trails off, no longer carrying his almost perpetual manic whine. "And
I wanted to say goodnight. I miss you, Yuki."
I hate it when I
can't get mad at him. Even moreso when he makes that nonexistent smile ghost
my face.
"You know, ringing
at this time in the morning doesn't exactly endear you to me," I answer gruffly.
"Aww, but you're
so sexy when you're cranky!" The teasing is back in his voice.
"Idiot," I chide
softly, unable to stifle my yawn.
"Idiot's lover,"
he counters smoothly. My mouth opens, then closes, and opens again without making
a sound. The best I can manage is an indignant noise in the base of my throat.
"Yuki... do you
have one of my cd's on?" he asks curiously.
"No," I answer shortly
before hanging up the phone, cutting off the sound of his peals of laughter.
For some reason,
I can't seem to keep my eyes open any more. About time, too. I roll over and
settle myself comfortably on my stomach. It must be his boring conversation.
"Idiot's lover,"
I mutter through a yawn. "Damn straight," is the last coherent thought I have
before sinking into a peaceful slumber.
After all, the silence
will be shortlived. Better make the most of it.
Restless
By: Avarice
