Disclaimer: I don't own RK or American Pie. Please don't sue me, I am low on money right now and I am a poor fourteen year old girl. Please don't sue me and make me cry.
Prologue
Yahiko squinted at the TV screen in front of him, trying to make his eyes focus on the two people having sex on the inappropriate Playboy channel he had discovered only mere months ago. It had easily become his favorite channel. He could barely make out anything in front of him, but he saw just enough so that Mr. Happy could pop up and say hello. He kept the volume down as low as he could make it and still be able to hear so that he wouldn't disturb his grandpa nearby. Okina was downstairs, where he usually was late at night, most likely watching some kind of late night talk show.
Yahiko didn't like the idea of Okina finding out what exactly he was watching so he kept a tame nature channel on his call back button, just in case his grandpa came in for a late night check up on him. He wasn't taking any chances. A soft knock at his door made Yahiko jump and grab for the remote, having to let go of ahem something else and quickly changed the channel to the nature show. His grandfather, Okina, poked his head in and whispered something to Yahiko with a strange grin on his face.
"Psst... Turn your TV to channel eleven," Okina whispered, a hand covering his mouth a little bit. He closed the door silently and his soft footsteps disappeared into the distance. Yahiko tilted his head to the left at the weird suggestion and his eyes widened. 'Channel eleven!' Yahiko thought frantically, 'That's the porn channel I was just watching!!!' He gulped back and turned back towards the closed door where Okina had just left and shuddered. He didn't even wanna know what exactly his sixty-nine year old grandpa really was watching late at night, since what Yahiko was thinking about was just plain disturbing! He crawled under the covers, no longer in the mood to watch the all too familiar 'mating ritual' on TV anymore. He switched off the TV and placed his head softly down on the pillow, his mind still flooding with...well what else?