This is my first Sukisyo fanfiction. I've seen the whole series at least three times, but it still might not be that good. Anyway, I hope it's not that bad, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sukisyo / Sukisho. Hence, the name "FanFiction"

Pairing: Sora X Sunao

"Talking"

Thoughts

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The week was like any other, classes, and Matsuri's bothering him with doing tasks for his Jack-Of-All-Trades Store, along with his roommate, Sora. But now, it was Saturday. A day of rest. At least that's what Saturday's are suppose to be, and Sunao would do anything to just get Sora and Matsuri off his back about working or getting up. All Sunao wanted to do was sleep; sleep the whole day away. Which is what he was currently trying to do. Trying.

Sora nudged his roommate, trying to wake him up, frowning when the other gave him no response. "Fujimori!"

"Mm… go away, Hashiba."

"It's ten in the morning, wake up!"

Sunao turned his head to glare at him. "I said leave me a lone, Hashiba."

"Hmph. What the hell is your problem?" Sora walked across the room to get something, waiting for some response, which he got none. Only a small grunt, and the noise of his roommate rolling back over and covering himself back up. Which made Sora sigh and stare at Sunao in concern. "Fujimori..?"

"What?" Sunao sounded sleepy, yet irritated.

"Nothing. Nevermind." He heard Sunao give a irritated noise then all went silent. Sunao trying to sleep, and Sora trying to think of something to say to get him to get up.

Matsuri, on the other hand, came into their room without more than just one knock. "Ohayou, Sora! Nao-kun!" The blonde was as cheerful as ever.

Sora smiled toward him. "Good morning, Matsuri."

The said man looked from Sora to Sunao, giving a frown that he was still lying in bed, supposedly asleep. "Nao-kun..?" Nothing. Frown deepening, Matsuri strolled over to lean over and take a picture of the boy's sleeping face; causing the boy to groan and rub his eyes, trying to get the small flashes out. "What do you want, Matsuri-chan?"

"Get up! Get up!"

Sunao rolled over to face both of them, that was it. Sunao was still determined to make them leave him alone, and sleep more.

I have a job for you two!" Matsuri's lips were curled up into one of his grins, one that said he was up to something, which was like all the time, but oh well.

"What is it?" Sora asked, as Matsuri searched through the few papers that had requests on them, skimming over them quickly until he found the right one. Holding it up victoriously.

"Ah, here we are! There's this house a few miles away that someone wants to know if it's really haunted or not. And they want you two to do it!" Matsuri was smiling.

Sora just stared. And Sunao just frowned and muttered: "Count me out."

Matsuri, not liking his childhood friends attitude, grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of bed, handing him clothes to wear that just came out of no where. "It's a job, and you'll do it!"

"But..."

"Are you scared, Fujimori?"

Stupid Sora, accusing him of being scared. Sunao just didn't want to do anything. He wanted to sleep, and stay away from everyone, especially the Hashiba boy. "No!"

"Then why don't you want to do it?"

"Because I don't want to work with you! Besides, it sounds stupid. There's no such thing as a haunted house." The faded pink haired male pointed dramatically at Sora, near the first part of his sentence.

"Well I don't want to work with you either!"

"Maa, maa, Sora, Nao-kun.." Matsuri smiled nervously, trying to get his friends to calm down. "Hm." He decided to become serious then. "You're doing it! Come on, get ready! Haiaku, haiaku!" He pushed both boys to each of their side of the room, rushing them to get packed. "You're leaving right now!"

"But..!"

"No buts, Nao-kun." Sora sighed, and packed, Sunao mumbled and packed. Matsuri just smiled. Of course, Matsuri had been the one to place such an order for them to stay at an abandoned house, together. The blonde and his ideas to get them together. Sheesh. It's a wonder why Sunao hadn't killed him yet.
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"So...this is the place?" Sora hesitantly stepped foot on the property. The house was old, covered with vines, and extremely dark. It was a house made out of wood, obviously very old. The shackles from the roof were falling off, and some windows were either bordered up, or broken. Obviously some people had decided that place was a good place to live. No one was there now, it had been cleared out a few weeks ago, which is how Matsuri found out about this place. Blah. Stupid Matsuri. The yard around the house was unkempt; lawn being overgrown, needing a good mowing; and trash covering it in various places. Sunao looked the place over then began walking inside.

Sora blinked. "H-hey, wait up, Fujimori!" Sunao didn't wait. Why should he? Sora and Matsuri both sighed and followed the other into the house.
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The inside of the house was no better. Everything was covered in dust, and cobwebs. The group decided to split up to search the house, then meet back up at the front door when they were done.

Sunao ventured upstairs. Walking up the spiral staircase, which squeaked as he took careful steps. It looked unsteady, like it could break at any time. He was glad when he made it to the top. There were five rooms, from what he could see. The first room he went into was a small bathroom. There was a small white sink, a small shower, a rusty toilet, which was dirty beyond belief, so he wasn't going to use it, he made that decision right there and then. He left that room and went to the next one. A small room with nothing in it. Blah. He went to the next one, a bedroom. There was actually a bed in there. One that could fit at least two people in it. Off white sheets spread out over the bed with a couple of old pillows. Other than that, there was nothing. Nothing but dust. Well, onto the fourth room. He peered inside the next one, to be met with a large library. One actually filled with books in bookcases, and a table and three chairs. "Hm." He would be coming back to this room later. Shutting the door, Sunao walked over to the next door, opening it. "A closet..." How boring...

Sora had went to look around downstairs. Checking out the living room, looking at the couch, slightly filthy, but still decent. A few rugs were in there, but nothing fancy. Sighing from boredom, Sora went to the next room he saw. A kitchen. A fridge, counter, even a table with chairs, a dishwasher, which he doubted it worked. Along with a few cupboards. Which he opened, only to be met with tons of dust and spider weds. He frowned. Icky. Well there wasn't any food. Luckily, he had brought lots! ; Sora's smart. Mhm. Oh right, he was now in a small room that had a desk and a chair with a few random pictures on the wall. Nothing exciting. Downstairs was boring. There were a few closets, and another bathroom, in better shape than the one upstairs, but other than that, there was nothing.

There was a third floor, which Matsuri checked out. There were no rooms. It was just one big open space. Storage scattered all over the place on one side of the room, while the other, well, it was too dark to see, and Matsuri would rather not go look. Seemed scary. He shuddered and walked back downstairs.
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"Soooo, Matsuri, do we really have to stay here?" Sora seemed to be the one that was scared. Which made Sunao laugh some, in a mocking way.

"Looks like you're the one that's scared, Hashiba."

"Am not!"

"Maa, don't fight!" Matsuri handed them their things, winked and left with only saying one thing: "See you in a few days!"

So, there they stood, Sora and Sunao, staring at where their friend had been standing just moments ago.

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End Chapter 1.

TBC.

Ah, it sucked, it was just a spur of the moment thing. Tell me what you think. Maybe I'll continue, maybe I won't, depends on what you people think. \

So uh...reviews would be helpful ;; Arigatou.