At exactly 10:02 a.m., Asia time. The NG building in Tokyo was hit with BIG NEWS.
Shindou Shuichi, rockstar and boyfriend of famously kinky writer/professional-hottie Yuki Eiri, accidentally blew up a microwave (and most of the building) after attempting to find out what would happen if a large, metal, and slightly radioactive robot dog were nuked for 1 hour. Rather than a horrible, burning death in the resultant radiation storm, however, the eerily hardy singer managed to gain super-cosmic-thrillingly-spectacular-uber-cool-spandex-wearing super powers!
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was only the beginning…
You see, the next day was cold and steaming, a muggy sort of clammy day all wrapped up in one confused 24-hour package. Back when men were men, women were women, and bunnies—well—they were BUNNIES…
"WAIT! STOP! THEIF!" A woman shrieked. A woman in red!
"click, click, click, click"
"HAVE NO FEAR! I am SUPER ROLLER DISCO SHU, from the planet Krynon, here to rescue you!"
"click, click, click, click"
"Yuuuuu-kiiiiii, you're typing!" whined Shuichi, jerking his head up to glare accusingly, "you promised to listen!"
"Ba-!" Yuki snapped his mouth shut as the word began to fly from his mouth. He could feel the vein in his left temple begin to throb with the effort, but today was a yellow day, he reminded himself. According to the color-themed schedule his therapist had set him, today was therefore a be-nice-to-your-lover day. Taking a deep breath, Yuki plastered a smile on his face. "I AM listening. Red. Roller disco. Continue, SHU-I-CHI."
Yuki watched as Shuichi's eyes, and most of the rest of his face, grew moist with (mostly) tears. "Yu-Yu-ki! You called me Shuichi!"
Shivers of disgusts crawled up Yuki's spine as he watched two streams of snot roll down Shuichi's face to mingle somewhere near his shoes. Sometimes, he wondered why they were lovers.
Snot left really bad stains…particularly Shuichi's…
"…" Yuki tried to massage away his quickly growing headache, "Shu, you wanted me to listen to the story you and that idi-… friend, Ruchi, wrote, so I'm listening."
"RYU-ichi!" Shuichi shouted, spazzing out of his tears straight into a state of dwarfish annoyance. "And how are you listening if you're typing!"
Yuki told himself to smile and nod. Just smile and nod. That would confuse Shuichi enough to buy him some time to try the mediation technique his therapist had recommended.
"Goose Fau Brau," Yuki muttered under his breath. "Goose Fau Brau."
"WHAT? Yuuu-kiiiii!" Who had indeed been quiet for a while, thrown off as he was by Yuki's smile.
"Goose Fau..." Yuki closed his eyes and tried to concentrate.
"Yuki! Yuki! Yuki!" Shuichi shouted, growing shriller with each cry. He wasn't sure what Yuki was talking about most of the time, but even he knew random Goose sentences were no good!
"OUT!" Yuki shouted, throwing the hapless singer out of his study.
"Goose Fau Brau," he muttered under his breath, as he slammed his study door shut. Shaking his head, Yuki reached for a cigarette. "Anger management, my ass. I'm finding a new damn therapist."
If you haven't seen the movie Anger Management, the Goose Fau Brau thing probably makes no sense to you. P