A/N: The last chapter… whine. Sorry I haven't been updating lately! Busy busy busy! Oh well… it wasn't meant to be too long anyway. Everything is finally dying down and the robber was caught. Now Shuichi and Yuki can go home, relax, make love, do whatever they do best, ya know? As for me… I have officially started school on Aug. 21 (I think) on Monday. Eek! Hope my classes ain't too hard… I'll be in a class with DatenshiBlue39, so it couldn't be THAT bad, right? Hopefully we'll get the same lunch together! Anyway, thank you for reading this fan fic, and I hope to receive good reviews from the future readers. Read other works by me soon! (No flames please!)

Some paramedics had arrived on the scene once K's gunshots were heard a few seconds afterward. They immediately cleaned up and bandaged Shuichi's wound, and checked the rest of the hostages for any other injuries. Luckily, no one else had been harmed during the action. The police had to ask everyone a few questions about what they witnessed, and for them to call their family members to let them know they were alright. Reporters swarmed the facility, almost drowning Yuki and Shuichi in their cameras. The soonest chance the two got, they sprinted out of the clothing department and headed for home. Both of them couldn't stand being in that place any longer. That would be one men's store that Shuichi would NOT be getting his new wardrobe from, Yuki would make sure of that! If only the novelist had brought his car on this little trip.

"Sheesh! People are so inconsiderate nowadays! I mean, if they were in a situation like that not too long ago, they'd wanna get home as soon as possible too, right?" Shuichi complained and glanced behind him, making sure the paparazzi wasn't following them.

The blonde didn't respond to his lover's whining. He was tired, sweaty, and needed a cigarette… BAD. All he cared about was getting home safe and sound, taking a shower, finishing his story, getting all warm and comfortable under the covers with his boyfriend in bed that night, and sleeping in until he grew his first grey hair (which we hope won't be for a long time!).

Once they entered their condo, Shuichi made a break for the bathroom while Yuki started for the study.

'Hn. I didn't know he had to go that bad.' The author shrugged and turned on his laptop. After, the vocalist took his shower, got a midnight snack of Reverse Pocky (strawberry flavoured), and got ready for bed. Yuki, on the other hand, was STILL writing his novel.

"Um… don't you want to go to bed after what happened today, Yuki?" Shuichi asked a little sleepily.

"Not until I get done with this. You can. I'll be there in…"

"In what?"

"……"

"……"

"……… - -;

"………… o O;; Yuki! When are you going to bed! Are you going to leave me cold and alone by myself tonight as well! YUKI! You need your rest! Today was very bad for us! You can't push yourself like this after something like that! I won't go to bed until you do!" And with that, the pouty singer folded his arms and plopped himself down on the cornflower blue carpet.

"Sigh…" Great. Now he got himself all worked up. Yuki knew that if he didn't listen to what his baka of a lover said, that he'd indeed stay up all night with the busy blonde. He also knew that Shuichi had gotten hurt tonight, and needed that rest, but no matter what the man would try to say or do, the boy would not comply until he was in bad with him. So, without struggling, Yuki shut off his computer and got up to go change into his silky blue pajamas. This made Shuichi very happy, giving him a triumphant grin on his face. He knew that the novelist had a weak spot for his new injury he'd received from the robber's gun, and intended to use it against the man's stubborn attitude. So, without further a due, the pop star hopped into bad and pulled the comforter up to his chin snuggly. A yawn escaped his mouth, telling him that he wouldn't have stood a chance of staying awake all night if Yuki had decided to ignore his command. As he was yawning, the boy felt a large arm wrapping around his torso. He popped open one eye and saw scowling gold eyes staring at his.

"You owe me."

"Owe you? For what?"

"Lost time on my novel."

"Is time with your laptop more important than time with me?"

"Mmm, maybe. Depends on my mood." He smirked and laid completely on his back.

"Yuki! That's not true!"

"And how would you know?" Oh how Yuki loved it when he teased his little lover.

"If you recall, you owe me anyway. I never DID get my new clothes."

"Oh really? Well, maybe we were preoccupied at the moment." Had the boy been paying attention to what had happened at ALL tonight?

"Well… I guess that's the last time you'll ever go out with me." The vocalist said sadly. Now Yuki probably thought that he carried around bad luck whenever they went out.

"Baka… it wasn't your fault. Stuff like that happens every day without us even knowing it."

"Yeah. It's kind of sad… that people are that desperate for money. Maybe that guy from the store had a sick mother… and a starving wife and two kids…" He plagued his thoughts with images of the gunman's family living on the street, coughing and eating crumbs from the sidewalk.

"Yeah… and maybe he wanted to give candy to that pregnant woman's baby boy." Yuki rolled his eyes.

"Well… everyone has their issues… right?" The singer smiled sheepishly. "Anyway, you still owe me my new promised wardrobe." He reminded him.

"Oh, now it's 'promised'? Tell you what. I've got a better idea. There's a new "in" style these days that's much more popular than the clothes we saw at that department store."

"Really? What is it?" Shuichi's eyes glistened with curiosity.

"It's called… taking your clothes off." The blonde smirked as he trailed his fingers down his lover's covered chest.

The pink-haired teen was starting to get the meaning of Yuki's advice. "Ahh." He nodded. "Please… get me familiar with this… "new" style." Shuichi begged in a seductive voice.

"No problem. It's a simple process really. But first… where's my pay?"

"Oh! Almost forgot." The boy moved his lips closer to Yuki's.

"You thought you could weasel your way out of a deal?" The older man draped his arms around the teen's back and tightened his grip.

"Of course not! Besides, there's nothing cheap about what we have right now." The author smiled and instantly knew what his lover was referring to, and pulled him into a fervent kiss. During the rest of the night, Yuki and Shuichi had fun trying on each other's "new" clothes, knowing that no matter what the size, they'd still be a perfect fit.

Owari

A/N: Woo! It's the end, WOOT! Heh heh… no matter what the "size"… get it? nudge nudge Nevermind… I can just imagine Yuki saying during their little rendezvous, "Hmm, kind of a tight fit but… I think we can make this work". Ha ha! And Shuichi would say, "It feels really good around the lower area… I think I'll keep these for a LONG time." That'd be great if I had written a smutty scene! But I won't. I don't do that anymore. I only allow little hints and erotic scenes without sex exactly being in it. Sorry if I'm disappointing anyone here. I think it's the story that counts, not the "activity". That's just me as an author. But I'd like to thank everyone for their awesome reviews and for reading my fiction. I'll definitely be writing more! As long as school isn't TOO busy. Anyways, thanks and see ya around readers! WOOT!