"Ne, Yuuuuuuki."

Yuki Eiri, famed novelist, sat at his desk counting the blinks of the little word processor bar that seemed to taunt him about his writer's block. It had been three days since he had given up smoking. His left index finger pounded into random computer keys at the thought. Damn that Tohma, giving him an ultimatum. Why did Shuichi have to move out unless he gave up smoking? Smoking didn't really affect someone's voice! Those medical studies were completely biased.

"Ne, Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuki."

Yuki Eiri, sex-god, decided it was better to imagine that the bar was beckoning him into a new world of peace, quiet, and naked rock stars. Naked little pink haired rock stars. Like last night. Yes, that had been a lot of fun. Although, it hadn't really been all that quiet. Good thing he had a huge apartment and thick walls. Of course it could have been a lot more fun, had he been able to enjoy his usual post-coital smoke. Damn that Tohma.

"Ne, Yuuuuki!!! You're SMOKING!!!!!!"

Yuki Eiri, former smoker, picked up his stapler (a nice shiny black contraption) and chucked it at the pink haired head poking into his study. It was a process, damn it!