A/N: Hello there, and welcome to my bad story! It was originally going to be a oneshot since it's so short, but it was even more confusing all mushed together! So enjoy or don't! Disclaimers!
Ryuichi: Kumagoro doesn't belong to her, na no da!
"YUKI!!! I'm home!!!" Shindo Shuichi, vocalist of the Japanese pop band Bad Luck, bounded inside the large apartment.
"Welcome home darling!!" Shuichi was immediately tackle-glomped by his lover, Yuki Eiri.
"Y-Yuki?!?" Shuichi made the bigger man lie on the floor as he began to examine him. "Did you fall and hit your head? Have you been taking drugs?? OH YUKI, WHY?!"
Eiri got up and hugged his love again. "Don't be silly, Shu-Chan! I'm just so happy that you're home!!" He hugged Shuichi tighter, cutting off the poor boy's circulation, and burst into tears. "I wish you wouldn't leave me and go to work all the time. How do I know you're really coming back?? If you never came back to me…I'd…I'd…"
Fresh tears began to flow as Shuichi gaped at him. "Yuki…are you okay?!" Shuichi was beginning to freak out, which could only be expected, seeing as how the always cold and cruel novelist was now showing nearly as much emotion as Shuichi himself.
"I'm fine now that you're here." He sighed. Shuichi started bleeding profusely. "I was so overcome by my joy of seeing you again, I almost forgot!" Yuki finally released Shuichi from his death grip. "I made you a delicious meal and seasoned it with love!!"
"Um…just a minute Yuki…I need to make a phone call…" Shuichi laughed nervously and ran to the bathroom.
"Okay, but don't keep me waiting too long!!" Yuki called after him.
"C'mon, Hiro, pick uuuuuuup!!" Shuichi screamed into his cell phone.
"H-hello?" a nervous male voice finally answered.
"Oh Hiro, thank God I got a hold of you!! Listen…Yuki is…"
"Just one moment please, Shuichi…" Shuichi could hear a small thump where Hiro had put his phone down. "DIE GERMS, DIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!"
Shuichi blinked. "Uh….Hiro…?"
He heard someone scream like a little girl on the other end. "I SAID BACK TO HELL WHERE THOU CAME FROM, YOU BIG MEANIE, YOU!!!!"
Shuichi sweatdropped. "…Hiro?"
"Sorry Shuichi, but there were-gag-GERMS on my newly vacuumed Persian rug! Now what were you saying?"
"Hiro, what are you talking about? Nevermind…listen…There's something wrong with Yuki. Very wrong"
Hiro gasped. "Whatever is the matter?"
"He's…being…NICE!!"
Hiro giggled (like a school girl). "Isn't that a good thing?"
"Yes…I mean no…well it is but…"
"WHAT??? I can't hear you Shuichi, those gosh darned neighbor kids are playing their stereo system too loud!"
Shuichi hung up the phone, completely positive that everyone had lost it.
"Shu-Chan?" Shuichi gasped in surprise as he heard someone knocking at the door. "Are you okay?? Should I call an ambulance??"
"…"
"Why aren't you answering me??? DO YOU HATE ME?!?!?! OH GOD, WHY?!?!?!??!?!" Yuki fell to the ground sobbing. Shuichi decided it was best he sleep in the bathroom that night.