For what you are to me

Chapter 1:

With so few words I can say…

"YUKI! YUKI! YUUUUUUUUUUUUKKIIIIIII!"

Eiri Yuki jerked his head up and stared at his computer modem. The cursor was blinking insistently, demanding that he type.

He rubbed the side of his face to remove the excess spittle and sighed tiredly. He was only a third of the way through of his new novel and only had two months to finish, his deadline looming. Needless to say he did not need any distractions from his increasingly annoying roommate, who showed up regardless if Yuki wanted to be interrupted or not.

"YUKI!"

Yuki stretched and fumbled in his shirt pocket for his package of cigarettes. He pulled one out, searched his desk drawer for a lighter and pulled that out as well. He had just put the cigarette to his lips and was prepared to light it when his door exploded open.

"There you are Yuki!

Yuki closed his eyes. Standing in the doorway was a small, feminine looking boy with bright pink hair wearing the most ridiculous outfit Yuki had ever seen.

The boy was wearing a black leather skirt, an orange bikini top, a black biker jacket and an orange cowboy hat, which completed this outrageous ensemble.

"What ARE you wearing!"

The boy flinched and cowered in the doorway.

"B-but I thought it would turn you on if I wore this."

"Your crazy."

"Your not one bit inspired by this?"

Yuki opened his eyes and glared at the boy. "I'm inspired to throw you out; and what do you mean inspired by this?"

The boy shifted his feet. "Well um…I-I've came in here before…uh, just to you know to um…see how you were doing and I'd find you asleep, so I'd get you a blanket and cover you with it and I'd see you'd only have like a paragraph on the screen…"

Yuki rose from his chair, and threw a glance at the computer. "Have you ever read what I've written?" he asked sharply.

The boy shook his head vigorously. "Oh no! That would mean that I was snooping! I wouldn't do that!"

"Hmmm…"

The boy looked at him anxiously. "D-did I make you mad? I didn't mean to! I was just trying to make sure that you didn't get cold!"

Yuki sat back down in his chair and rubbed his throbbing temples. "Get out. I'm tired of listening to your nonsense babbling, and I don't want you prancing around here like some stupid gay fairy!"

"Eh. Yuki…"The boy trailed off looking crestfallen.

Yuki turned back to his computer without another word.

The boy stared at him a moment longer, then turned around, and shuffled out the door, closing it behind him.

Hearing the door close Yuki allowed a small smile to grace his lips. "He thought I'd get cold huh? Some times I think that punk really is to good for me…"

Yuki was furiously typing away when his stomach uttered a low growl. He glance at the clock and now saw that it read 10:03 am, the boy having woken him hours before.

Yuki was tempted to ignore his stomach's loud protests, but knew that if he did so he would have to pay for it later.

Yuki slid the mouse up to the corner of the screen and saved what he had written. He got up and scratched the back of his head.

He walked across the room and flung open the door, expecting to hear the requiem of silence.

What hit him instead was the warm fragrance of coffee drifting out of the kitchen mingling with the smell of bacon.

Yuki wrinkled his nose. Something was burning.

Rushing to the kitchen Yuki stopped short at the sight he had found.

"Funny little turtle, hiding in your shell, I'll bet you have a secret to tell! You are green and not blue, which makes me not blue…too! I love it when you speak; you go gurgle, gurgle, gurgle! I just love you my funny little turtle!"

The boy with the pink hair was dancing around the kitchen with a stack of pancakes on a plate shaped like turtles with strawberries for eyes. He placed the stack of pancakes on the table and sauntered over to the counter to grab the cup of coffee; turning and seeing Yuki he gasped.

"Man! You scared me!"

Yuki narrowed his eyes. "I pray that you are not planning to add that song to one of your albums."

The boy cocked his head. "What do you mean? I thought that song had potential. For the kids you know?"

Yuki snorted. " If you mean that smut is potential for retarded three year olds, then hey, you've got yourself a song."

The boy put the cup of coffee next to the stack of pancakes on the table.

"Hey Yuki, you could write a song for me…"

Yuki shrugged. "I'll pass."

The boy looked at him hurt. "Why?"

Yuki walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. He picked up the cup of coffee and took a sip, promptly spitting it out.

"What the hell did you put in this! Mud?"

The boy looked at him. "No! I just put sugar in it!" he cried indignantly.

Yuki raised an eyebrow. "And just how much sugar did you add?" he asked.

The boy put a finger to his lips. "Um…uh…well…er…" he stammered.

Yuki sighed. "Never mind." He surveyed the table and found that along with the pancakes, bacon and coffee; he had also made toast and eggs

Yuki picked up the toast and held it gingerly between his forefinger and thumb. "Shuichi…how the hell did you manage to burn toast?"

The pink haired boy turned around and flushed. "The stupid toaster setting was on bagels! How should I have known it would have cooked so quickly?"

"You also managed to burn the eggs and bacon."

Shuichi glared at him. "Damn it! Can't you be grateful for once!"

"Why should I? I'd get better service at a homeless shelter."

"Y-Yuki…do you not love me? Is that why you wont eat my food?"

Yuki curled his lip. "I won't eat your food because your food sucks."

Shuichi's eyes filled with tears. "T-then Yuki…you do love me?"

Yuki eyed him warily. "When did I say that?"

"AH! Yuki! Why do you have to be so mean! Why can't you just be more honest, open up, say what you feel once in while!" Shuichi covered his eyes with his hands, beginning to sob.

Yuki smirked. "You want me to say what I feel?"

Shuichi removed his hands from his eyes and looked at Yuki hopefully.

"What I'm feeling right now…"

Shuichi stared at him, his eyes bright. "Yes?"

Yuki took a deep breath. "What I'm feeling right now is…"

"Yes? Yes?"

Yuki looked away then glanced at Shuichi who was now practically on the floor kneeling and felt the smirk on his face grow. "What I'm feeling right now is…Pretty pissed off!"

Shuichi stumbled, his eyes wide. "P-pissed off? Waaaaaaaahhhhh! Why YUUUUUKKKKKKIIIIIII?" He collapsed to the floor and began sobbing again.

Yuki narrowed his eyes. "Because you act like a spoiled brat! Jesus! Stop that keening!"

"No! You haaaaaaaaate meeeeeeeeeee!"

"Oh for the love of god Shuichi, look! Look at me!"

Shuichi lifted his head and stared at Yuki blearily, tears still trickling down his cheeks.

Yuki sighed, and ripped a strawberry out of one of the pancakes, putting it in his mouth, chewing it furiously.

Shuichi gasped.

Yuki stood up and swallowed the remains of the strawberry. "Are you happy now?"

Shuichi scrambled to his feet, and swiped at the few remaining tears that were held prisoner in his eyes. "Yuki…"

Yuki rolled his eyes. "I'm getting some real breakfast."

"Yuki! Yuki! Can I come with you? Huh? Huh? Huh?"

Yuki looked him up and down. " There's no way in hell you're tagging along if you insist on wearing that get up."

Shuichi glanced down at what he was wearing and blushed. He was still wearing the outfit that he worn earlier when he attempted to inspire Yuki.

"I-I'll change Yuki! Give me a second!"

Yuki ignored him, went into the hallway and grabbed his jacket.

"Wait!"

Yuki spun around. "Hurry up, dumbass."

Shuichi ran into the bedroom and fumbled around for a proper looking shirt, and a pair of jeans.

"I'm leaving."

"No! Wait!" Shuichi cried, stumbling into the living room, while pulling on a pair of jeans.

Yuki ran his fingers through his mass of blonde hair and shook his head. "You really are retarded. Like I'd be stupid enough to leave you alone in my house with out any supervision."

Shuichi stuck out his lower lip. "It's not like I'd burn down your house or somethin'."

"Shuichi. You managed to burn toast; if you can burn toast then only god knows what you'd do if I left you here by yourself." Yuki opened the door and stepped outside, squinting in the harsh light. Shuichi bounded out behind him.

"Shuichi don't slam the-"

Bam! "What Yuki?"

Yuki pointed to his black Mercedes. "Get in."

Shuichi glanced at his lover before jogging to the car, opening the door, and hopping into the passenger's seat.

Yuki sauntered over to the car, opened the door and slid into the driver's seat. He put the key into the ignition and started the car, putting the car into reverse, backing out of the driveway.

Shuichi reached down to turn on the radio.

"Leave it."

Shuichi's hand snapped back. "O-ok…"

Shuichi stared out the window and watched as the other cars rolled by. He loved studying the people inside, wondering what their lives were like, and how he could meld them into a song.

He stole a look at Yuki who was staring intently over the hood of the car. "Yuki?"

"Yeah."

"Why…how come you won't write a song for me? Um…I p-promise that I wouldn't ruin it…or at least I'd try not to…"

Yuki's knuckles grew white with the force of which he was gripping the steering wheel.

They came to a stop at a red light. Yuki still choose to ignore Shuichi.

"Yuki?"

Yuki sighed and assumed an air of indifference. "Because. I don't have time to play your silly games, I've got my own work to do. Besides…your whinny voice would kill the beautiful masterpiece I would have created."

The light turned green once more and Yuki drove on, with Shuichi silently sulking.