Dreams do come true......?
Who: Yuki, Sakuma!Shuuichi (LOL)
What: Yuki finding out Shuuichi had switched bodies with Ryuuichi, who he loathes
When: During body switch~<3 and after this~
Where: Yuki's house
Rating: M (for language)
Mouth open wide and snoring like all the worries in the world have disappeared, Shuuichi, yet again was kicked out of the bedroom for reasons he wasn’t sure of. He simply took it as Yuki having his usual fits and as much as he wanted to object to the writer’s decision, he opted not to. Yuki had been acting really strange these past few days and the peace that they once had somehow crumbled in what seemed like a blink of an eye. The pink-haired singer had gone through a hectic transformation himself but with his body back to the way it had always been, he quickly adapted to his usual self. One arm across his stomach and the other flung over his head while lying on his back on top of a comfortable couch in the living room, he softly mumbled his lover’s name with a childish giggle as he dreamt of his numerous fantasies with the blond.
Eiri had woken up later in the morning, having hardly been able to sleep without the pink brat by his side. His frustration, also keeping him awake. He opened his door and moved to the kitchen, planning on getting a beer to calm him and help him sleep. Moving to the couch where a banished shuichi slept, he was faced with something totally unexpected.
"What the hell are you doing in my house?" He asked angrily. Why was Ryuichi in his house, sleeping of all things!? Had he not caused enough damage?!
Rubbing his eyes to the boisterous voice of his lover, Shuuichi opened one eye and started to roll when he yelped in a panic. “Yu….ki? UWAaaahh~~!” Crashing onto the floor with a hard thud head first, he sat himself up with his legs crossed over in front of him as he soothed the pain felt on the back of his head. A bit annoyed to be woken up in such a manner, the singer snapped back when he noticed the look on Yuki’s face. “Aaa~ Yuuukiii~ can’t you wake me up, you know, more nice~ and gen~tly with a sweeeeeeeeeet…. ki….ss? Yuki? Why do you look so.. pissed?” Weakly laughing out loud, the pink-haired singer had no clue what was going on.
"What the hell are you playing at? I don't know what went through that head of yours to think you could come into my house ryuichi, but don't think you're welcome here. So get the fuck out!" He voiced venomously to the man. His eyes held anger, sadness, and fear. He didn’t want him around him. No more, he couldn't take anymore.
Ryuuichi? Did he just say Ryuuichi as in Sakuma Ryuuichi? As the name registered in his mind, he opened his eyes in shock. “What Sakuma-san’s here!??” For a moment, the singer quickly looked around him to see who Yuki was referring to but only to find the room empty except for the two of them. Shuu dumbfounded, glanced back at the novelist with a raised eyebrow. The boy was completely lost now. Not that he ever had the brains to quickly puzzle things together, Shuuichi just rubbed the back of his head more as he cocks it to the side. Flopping his wrist up and down, he tried to calm him down in his own…Shuuichi-like way. “Yuuuuuki~ You silly~ Sakuma-san isn’t here~ ha ha ha~ What are you getting all angry about~?”
Why the fuck was he playing these types of games. "Get out." He warned. He acted like shuichi at the moment, but it was certainly a game. A trick, teasing, mocking, tearing him down. "Where's shuichi!?" He then suddenly asked, glaring menacingly, his voice hard and angry. Demanding of an answer
He’s lost it too, Shuuichi thought. What was Yuki talking about? He was right there, sitting right in front of him. Giving him a pout, the singer quickly got to his feet as he began to whine while shaking his upper torso left and right with his arms in the front. “Yuuuki~~~ What are you talking about~~!? I’m right here, you dummy! Did you hit your head and forget who your cute lover is~~~~~~!? Yuuuuuuuki~~~~~~~ just just just because you didn’t want to sleep with me yesterday doesn’t mean that you could treat me like I don’t exist or like I’m… someone….. else?” Finally with the gears turning, he crossed his arm and began to think. Yuki was asking for him and at the same time was claiming that his idol was present. Something had to be up. Getting a headache from thinking for too long, he soon viciously scratched his head from utter frustration when it hit him. Olive green strands of hair shedding onto the palm of his hand, Shuuichi shuttered in shock to what he was seeing.
What: Yuki finding out Shuuichi had switched bodies with Ryuuichi, who he loathes
When: During body switch~<3 and after this~
Where: Yuki's house
Rating: M (for language)
Mouth open wide and snoring like all the worries in the world have disappeared, Shuuichi, yet again was kicked out of the bedroom for reasons he wasn’t sure of. He simply took it as Yuki having his usual fits and as much as he wanted to object to the writer’s decision, he opted not to. Yuki had been acting really strange these past few days and the peace that they once had somehow crumbled in what seemed like a blink of an eye. The pink-haired singer had gone through a hectic transformation himself but with his body back to the way it had always been, he quickly adapted to his usual self. One arm across his stomach and the other flung over his head while lying on his back on top of a comfortable couch in the living room, he softly mumbled his lover’s name with a childish giggle as he dreamt of his numerous fantasies with the blond.
Eiri had woken up later in the morning, having hardly been able to sleep without the pink brat by his side. His frustration, also keeping him awake. He opened his door and moved to the kitchen, planning on getting a beer to calm him and help him sleep. Moving to the couch where a banished shuichi slept, he was faced with something totally unexpected.
"What the hell are you doing in my house?" He asked angrily. Why was Ryuichi in his house, sleeping of all things!? Had he not caused enough damage?!
Rubbing his eyes to the boisterous voice of his lover, Shuuichi opened one eye and started to roll when he yelped in a panic. “Yu….ki? UWAaaahh~~!” Crashing onto the floor with a hard thud head first, he sat himself up with his legs crossed over in front of him as he soothed the pain felt on the back of his head. A bit annoyed to be woken up in such a manner, the singer snapped back when he noticed the look on Yuki’s face. “Aaa~ Yuuukiii~ can’t you wake me up, you know, more nice~ and gen~tly with a sweeeeeeeeeet…. ki….ss? Yuki? Why do you look so.. pissed?” Weakly laughing out loud, the pink-haired singer had no clue what was going on.
"What the hell are you playing at? I don't know what went through that head of yours to think you could come into my house ryuichi, but don't think you're welcome here. So get the fuck out!" He voiced venomously to the man. His eyes held anger, sadness, and fear. He didn’t want him around him. No more, he couldn't take anymore.
Ryuuichi? Did he just say Ryuuichi as in Sakuma Ryuuichi? As the name registered in his mind, he opened his eyes in shock. “What Sakuma-san’s here!??” For a moment, the singer quickly looked around him to see who Yuki was referring to but only to find the room empty except for the two of them. Shuu dumbfounded, glanced back at the novelist with a raised eyebrow. The boy was completely lost now. Not that he ever had the brains to quickly puzzle things together, Shuuichi just rubbed the back of his head more as he cocks it to the side. Flopping his wrist up and down, he tried to calm him down in his own…Shuuichi-like way. “Yuuuuuki~ You silly~ Sakuma-san isn’t here~ ha ha ha~ What are you getting all angry about~?”
Why the fuck was he playing these types of games. "Get out." He warned. He acted like shuichi at the moment, but it was certainly a game. A trick, teasing, mocking, tearing him down. "Where's shuichi!?" He then suddenly asked, glaring menacingly, his voice hard and angry. Demanding of an answer
He’s lost it too, Shuuichi thought. What was Yuki talking about? He was right there, sitting right in front of him. Giving him a pout, the singer quickly got to his feet as he began to whine while shaking his upper torso left and right with his arms in the front. “Yuuuki~~~ What are you talking about~~!? I’m right here, you dummy! Did you hit your head and forget who your cute lover is~~~~~~!? Yuuuuuuuki~~~~~~~ just just just because you didn’t want to sleep with me yesterday doesn’t mean that you could treat me like I don’t exist or like I’m… someone….. else?” Finally with the gears turning, he crossed his arm and began to think. Yuki was asking for him and at the same time was claiming that his idol was present. Something had to be up. Getting a headache from thinking for too long, he soon viciously scratched his head from utter frustration when it hit him. Olive green strands of hair shedding onto the palm of his hand, Shuuichi shuttered in shock to what he was seeing.