Shuichi's Morning cont.

A bitter, acrid taste rose from the back of his throat which he tried to swallow back down. A low grumble came from his stomach, not from hunger, but indigestion. What was with that fruit anyway? Had it been rotting in the basket, or perhaps, he had eaten too many? Clutching at his aching abdomen, Shuichi glanced at the piece of paper with his lyrics. He tried to decipher the original writing between the lines of his messy handwriting:

*Wah...koo...sue...koo...dah...moe...no.....!?!

His eyes widened as he tried to surpress the rush of bile filling his mouth. Shuichi quickly covered his mouth, and clumsily made his way to the bathroom near the master bedroom and Yuki's study.

* Wakkusu/rou kudamono = wax fruit