Title: Spill the Beans
Author: Kuroi Tenshi [kuroi_22@hotmail.com]
Pairings: MitKo, SenKosh, RuHana
Warnings: Weird Internet junkies, even weirder advice columnist and the weirdest of them all, the writer herself. ^_^ This is kinda AU, TWT also applies since well… I dunno, just don't think too much of the fic's plot and all that stuff since this will be more on humor [at least that's what it's supposed to be ^^;;]. Basketball's not that much of an issue in this fic so you can forget about that too.
Notes: Um, I'm aware that this format is kinda confusing but just try to guess who's who (it's not that hard, you'll see). Think of it this way. The ones asking Kate's advice are the SD charas using different SNs. The events are happening and told in their POV. Got it? Thanks. ^_^
Disclaimers: you know the drill by now. Not mine, no money, don't sue. Btw, the addresses and URL of the site [gotguts.org] isn't real. ^_^
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Prologue
He smiled at her, hands reaching to her as she rushed to him, her own hands open as her bare feet made contact with the smooth marble floor. Around her, a gentle breeze was blowing, making her long black hair whip around her face gently. The sheer white fabric that clung to her lithe body swayed with the wind. But she paid no heed to those insignificant details. She could die of pneumonia for all she cared. As long as she reached the waiting arms of Trowa Barton, she was a happy woman.
She was surprised since, even in her fogged up mind, she knew he was gay and was with Quatre. And she was also dimly aware of the fact he was only ink. But she didn't care as she felt his strong arms around her.
This is a dream, she concluded happily, snuggling close to the sexy pilot. But I don't give a rat's ass if this is a dream or reality. All I care about is the fact that this feels good.
Trowa tilted her chin upward and she stared into his beautiful green eyes. She was a sucker for emerald peepers, that small fact she was very much aware of. His sensuous lips opened and she learned closer, expecting a kiss or whispers professing his undying love for her.
Then frowned. Why the hell was Trowa singing Beautiful Alone? She strained her eyes as he was singing almost inaudibly. Then frowned. Now he's singing… she recoiled in horror. He was humming! Humming Barney songs!
"Trowa?" she asked worriedly, brows knitting as the love of her life—okay, one of the loves of her life continued to hum songs from the despicable purple freak. "Are you okay?"
The beautiful green eyes looked at her and he smiled. She instantly felt her heart leap. She could die happy just looking at him with that smile. Then her smile froze.
"I love you, you love me," he sang. ""We're best friends like friends should be, with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you, won't you say you love me too…"
"You're not Trowa!" she exclaimed, shaking him hard. "You're that monstrous purple dinosaur who takes pleasure in torturing people with your songs pretending to be Trowa! YOU'RE EVIL!"
Trowa by that time stopped singing and stared at her. "Are you alright? Kate?" Suddenly, the cold marble floor gave in and crumbled beneath her feet and she felt herself plunging downward.
"NOOOOO!" she exclaimed, flailing her arms around her helplessly. "NOOO!" At the background, she could hear L'Arc~en~Ciel's Blurry Eyes.
Someone was shaking her violently. She groggily opened her eyes and saw her sister next to her, frowning as she continued to shake her awake. "Anne?"
The older girl nodded, sighing as she shook her head. "Not only do you fall asleep with the computer on, you scream like a mad banshee in heat while you're at it. I'm a bit surprised mom and dad haven't come in here."
Kathryn yawned and stretched while her sister returned to her side of the room. She saw the clock and noticed it was almost two in the morning. Just in time, she thought a she clicked on the icon on her desktop. She was supposed to meet the others to discuss their new project.
She noticed the song playing in Winamp. It was DNA2's opening theme. So that was the background music she heard while she was dreaming. Shrugging at her silliness (and momentarily regretting the way it turned out), she logged on and waiting for the others to come. It was time to launch their latest pride and joy.
~*~*~*~
Kogure stifled a yawn as he browsed around the search engine for the search results. Good thing it was a Friday and he could afford to stay up late researching for their assignment in Physics. It was also a good thing his sister was sleeping over at her friend's house that he didn't have to worry about her yakking all night long on the phone, giggling and exchanging the latest tidbits on other people's love lives.
As he clicked the mouse to go to the next page, he caught sight of a weird banner at the right hand corner of the screen. He still had tomorrow to research. He could allow himself to take a break and browse around the site.
~*~*~*~
Koshino glared at Sendoh, sleeping soundly on the bed to his right. The other boy had stayed over to spend the night with him so they could finish their English project but he should've known better than to expect his friend to do any actual work.
But he smiled inwardly. It was good that Sendoh was asleep since he wouldn't see him browsing around cyberspace looking for "stuff," things he recently discovered that was rampant and overflowing all over the net. Closing the word processor window, he logged on and started his search with his newest favorite site.
He frowned when he received an instant message giving him a link to a new page. The warning level was only about 20% so he shrugged and clicked on the link. He could always buy a new computer if things go wrong—not that he was particularly looking forward in redoing all the work stored in his PC's hard drive. But still, it's just a link. And it seemed like fun.
~*~*~*~
Alexandria glared at her younger brother, doing a perfect imitation of their mother whenever she disapproved of something they did. Only the effect wasn't the same. Instead of eyes widening with fear or anxiety, her brother burst out laughing that made Alex's eyes bulge more. Then sighed. "Alright, what do you want in exchange of giving your older sister an extension of three to five years of her life in the future by saving her from an early cardiac arrest?"
"I passed by the video store and saw this really cool video game. It's called All Guts, No Glory. I want that by tomorrow afternoon after you return from the mall with your friends."
"I'm broke," she said simply, turning her laptop on. She was running a bit late for her meeting with the other "Board Members" of Guts, Inc. They were about to launch their newest project at three A.M. that day and it was already two-four.
For someone who's strict about virtues such as punctuality and such, it was like running four hours late. "What're you doing in my room anyway? Didn't you know a locked door means no entry?"
"And didn't you know staying up late just to chat is a big no-no in your mother's book of strict rules?"
"I'm not going to stay up late just to chat," she said defensively. "Now go away!"
"I want my video game."
Alex sighed. "Fine. Is that AGNG One or Two?" she asked, hating the way her brother, two years her junior, always managed to cause a major dent on her daily budget by pestering her to no need. It was like she was rewarding him for doing that. "Alright, you got what you wanted. Now scram!"
He shrugged and walked out of the room, deliberately walking slowly just to spite her. Gritting her teeth in an effort not to strangle him, as he was the youngest and the only boy, who would be carrying the family name, she logged on and clicked on the icon as he got out. The second he was out of the door, she shot up and bolted the door shut.
There. That'll keep that little rat out of here until he decides he needs to make my life hell again.
She clicked on the instant message she got from Kate and explained her delay. She sympathized and told her Blue still wasn't on line.
"She must've fallen asleep or something," she typed and pushed enter. To which Kate replied with a "Too bad she didn't have a sister who makes it her duty to yank her out of Dream Land."
"Or she could be doing last minute thingies on the page," Alex typed.
~*~*~*~
Sakuragi glared at the computer screen in front of him. Then grabbed the thick volume of Encyclopedia Yohei left by the study table (turned computer table) when they were doing their research on Japanese History. He then savagely thwacked the defenseless machine as it continued to refuse his direst wish.
For it to open and start up.
His best friend had left few minutes ago to relieve himself in the bathroom and had ordered him to turn the thing on so they could start researching on the web. But the thing wouldn't listen to him. His threats hadn't affected it. Now he was carrying out his deed as a Tensai's words were not to be taken lightly.
If he said he'd beat the life out of the machine of it did not start up in a second, he would.
Yohei came back just in time before the redhead hoisted the monitor into his arms and out the window. "What're you doing with that?" he asked, blinking at the sight of his friend carrying the monitor in his arms with the cords still attached to the CPU.
"I'm throwing this piece of metal crap out the window," he replied simply, as if it was the most logical answer to his question.
"And why is that?"
"It won't do as the Tensai commands! I told it to start up but it didn't. I was ripped off, Yohei. The man who sold this to my mother better not show his face to me or he'll be a dead man."
"Did you try pushing the button at the CPU?"
"What button?" Hanamichi asked, setting the thing back to its place, on top of the CPU on the table.
Yohei sweatdropped. "This button," he said, pushing it. The machine started to hum softly as it booted and Hanamichi watched in obvious delight and amazement.
"Teach me more what this thing can do, Yohei."
~*~*~*~
As the music vibrated throughout the rented room, a young woman with short dark blue hair nodded in approval at the screen. She was the one in charge of the site's layout and design. And she was satisfied with her work.
She noticed the right side of her wall was vibrating. She was sure it wasn't caused by the heavy metal blaring in an almost deafening volume. She grudgingly lowered the volume to loud-but-not-enough-to-shatter-your-eardrums just in time to catch the last part of the speech coming from the occupant of the next room.
"…do you think you own the goddamn place?" her neighbor belted through the night—actually, it was dawn—as Blue tuned it out. She'd been used to that. She checked her calendar and nodded. Yep, Friday (though technically, it was already Saturday) so it was the "do you think you own the whole building, you inconsiderate woman" speech.
She liked the other speech better, the one for Sundays. "Do you think that just because you're good at that artistic crap you can get away with busting off people's eardrums and giving them no peace and time to sleep?" At least the woman praised her artistic skills in that speech, even if she was swearing to have the landlord kick her out.
Completely tuning out the old woman's voice, she logged on and smiled as her "partners" greeted her. They were ready to launch Spill the Beans.
Tbc
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There! What do you guys think? Um, that was unbeta'd, as I'm back on the lookout for possible victims—er, beta readers who could edit my fic. I hope it didn't suck that much though. I thought I'd give the people a brief history before I really open the forum for the SD guys. ^______^ Hehe.
Now, I'm off to finish the darn anthology piece. ::cracks knuckles:: Mike's been pestering me to write his story for half a month now. ::shakes head:: Is every other drag queen out there as demanding as he is? O_o