Title: Uneasy Coexistence
Description: In which the sexually repressed gay boy falls in love with his overly heterosexual roommate. They say you find yourself in college.
Pairing(s): main: Touya Akira / Shindou Hikaru;
AU: Alternate Universe in which Touya Akira never became a professional Go player, and instead is in pursuit of his MD; at 19 years old he is freshman in college at Tokyo University, is profoundly antisocial, and is an inactive homosexual. Where Shindou Hikaru was born in the Kyoto Prefecture and has come to Tokyo University several weeks after summer semester began for undisclosed reasons; at 19 he is Touya's opposite: social, friendly, and getting straighter every day. He has some hoodlum tendencies.
Author's Notes: I'm following the manga. In the colored pages of the manga Akira has blue-black hair.. so don't bother me about it being green in the anime. Anyways - I enjoy happy endings; I don't always write them. Angst is good. Sex is better. This story is starting out on T, but will upgrade to M if I feel like being a dirty little girl; which I inevitably will. If you read this you're going to witness Hikaru hook up with several women. He's straight, that happens. Akira gets his own action too. Oh, at some point they're going to have really dirty sex on a goban. Seriously, why is there not more fanfiction where that happens? Shit's awesome.
Also, at this moment I'm watching Wet being played by my best friend and partner in crime; what the fuck? She's stabbed 20 guys in the genital region so far. Feminist?
Prelude:
one year ago
Shindou Hikaru was not a novice to drinking. Some would even say he was impressive at it, and for one who was impressive at few publically acceptable things, this was quite an accomplishment. Not that drinking was acceptable in public, per say; it was just better than picking locks or pockets. Which was why, on one warm evening in Downtown Kyoto, Shindou Hikaru was nursing an American beer he couldn't pronounce, and spraying his name onto an alley wall behind a local convenience store.
"That was a pretty lame party," a feminine voice mused behind the male; Fujisaki Akari, longtime friend and possibly the only female in the world Hikaru had no interest in. She was a typical Japanese girl; long, silky dark hair ran down her should, and that evening she wore her school uniform. Sipping from a glass bottle, she winced, handing the drink over to a boy with wild hair who leaned against the wall next to her. "I didn't like anyone there,"
Hikaru ignored the girl, instead letting himself be mesmerized by the whisk of the spray-can as he shaped the letters of his name onto public property. Next to him, the wild haired boy, known as Tetsuo Kaga, tipped the bottle back and downed the entire thing, before throwing it down onto and concrete and smirking when it broke.
"Kaga," Akari whined, never one to facilitate trouble. "Someone could hurt themselves; and littering is bad."
Kaga slipped a cigarette into his mouth and lit it, taking a long drag before exhaling into the girl's face. "You're right; if you go get me another one I'll be sure to discard of it properly." The older teen winked smoothly, before dipping down and pulling a spray-can from the black backpack resting against the alley wall at his feet. He uncapped it, and began spraying different curse words in kanji across his side of the wall. They dripped down onto the pavement, staining the ground red and white.
"Do you want anything Hikaru?"
The teen looked up from his masterpiece, regarding Akari with interest. She was short, and with her hair like that she didn't look eighteen. "Should I come with you?" he asked on impulse; Hikaru was a sucker for helpless women.
Akari blinked. "Oh, no, I have my I.D. with me today. Un..unless you want to," she smiled hopefully, but Hikaru had already lost interest. He turned toward his wall and admired his handiwork.
"Get me another one of these things," he said, waving the American beer in his friend's direction. The boy completely missed the dejection on Akari's face as she stepped out of the alley and turned the corner, heading into the convenience store to further stem the alcohol-driven delinquency taking place outside.
Kaga pulled a cigarette from his leather jacket's pocket and offered it to Hikaru, who took it complacently and jabbed it between his lips. He produced a butane lighter from his pocket and flicked it, momentarily brightening the entire alleyway before leaving only the glowing embers of the cigarette to lighten his features. Sometimes he could be a really bad kid. "She's got it bad for you, you know," Kaga mused, exhaling smoke into the night air.
"Akari?" Hikaru asked, as if there was some other girl his friend would be referencing.
Kaga laughed. "Yeah, her. Who else?"
"I don't know. I just wouldn't think it'd be Akari. We've been friends way too long." Hikaru added emphasis to way, sounding a bit uncomfortable.
The older teen wet his lips, dropping the butt of his cigarette to the ground roughly and sending up a hail of sparks. "And she's liked you the whole time.. ah, man, I don't want to talk about this but she's been bugging be for a while now."
Hikaru breathed out. "Shit," he murmured, running his fingers absently through his blond bangs. "She's like, my friend. I'm not really into that.."
"Hey, back off!"
Hikaru and Kaga looked up at the same time, recognizing Akari's voice from around the corner.
"Hey!"
Both males, who had previously been leaning against the wall talking, lurched forward to see what was going on. They erupted from the opening to the alleyway, quickly catching sight of their small friend, who was backed against the wall with a large man in front of her. Hikaru noticed a rough hand on Akari's hip, and that was enough to send him storming up to the man. "Get the fuck off my friend..!" He screamed, ripping the man back by the shoulder and sending him stumbling across the sidewalk. A streetlamp flickered overhead; he looked like a common thug, black hoodie, beanie, and all.
"You're friend shouldn't look like such a tease," the man slurred, obviously sloshed.
Hikaru sneered, standing with his shoulders squared across from the stranger. Kaga had already attended to Akari, sliding protectively in front of her and looking lethal. This wouldn't be the first time they'd had to defend her against a scumbag. "Why don't you just get out of here?" the younger male called, glaring.
"Whatever," the man growled, throwing back a swig from the bottle he'd been clutching under his coat and turning to walk away. Hikaru shook his head and turned to Kaga and Akari, the latter of which was sniffling quietly.
He had just begun patting the girl's back comfortingly when suddenly there was a wet thump and Kaga sunk to his knees. Hikaru heard a glass bottle clatter to the ground, and whipped around just in time to find the drunken man rushing at him, fists cocked. "Fuck you, kid!" He yelled, fueled by poisonous rage. Akari screamed, watching as the man connected with Hikaru and smashed him in the stomach, making the boy double over and wheeze. The man didn't stop, smashing balled fists into the younger male's back furiously. Akari ran up and tried to grip the man's arm, only succeeding in stopping him for a moment before he shrugged her off and threw her to the ground.
"Hikaru!" the girl yelled, tears streaming down her face as her leg scrapped against broken glass. The teen in question had managed to stand up, and was ready when his wasted assailant returned his attention to him.
Hikaru cocked his fist back and slammed it straight into the psycho's face, feeling the skin split under his knuckles. He collided his knee with the drunk's stomach, before pulling him up straight and punching him square on. Underneath his fist the teen felt the man's nose collapse, and that was enough to make him back off. Hikaru stayed ready, watching his attacker cradle his face as blood spilled to the ground. "What the.. fuh.." words sounding wet from the blood streaming over his mouth, the thug began spewing random curse words and stumbling away.
A clerk from the convenience store rounded the corner, looking annoyed in his white apron and nametag. This was nothing new, really. "The cops will be here in a minute; I won't have this violence outside my store." Catching sight of the graffiti in the alleyway, the clerk sighed loudly. "Fucking kids," he murmured, rubbing the skin between his eyebrows.
As if on cue Hikaru could hear sirens in the distance, quickly approaching. He moved to Akari and helped her up, grimacing at the bloody scrapes on her thigh. "I'm sorry," he said, looking down helplessly.
"For what? You saved me," the girl replied, grasping her friend's arm for a moment before turning to where Kaga was and moving unsteadily towards him. "Is Kaga alright?"
Hikaru felt butterflies in his stomach as he listened to the police sirens getting closer and closer. He had a bad feeling, but pushed it to the back of his mind and instead knelt down to his older friend's side, giving his a small nudge. "I think he's out cold…"
The teen heard giggling, and turned in anger towards the smashed man who had done all this. "What's so funny?" he asked in anger, biting his lip to keep from spouting curse words.
"This couldn't have worked out better for me," the drunk slurred. "My dad's a cop."
xxx
Ring..
Ring...
Ring...
"Hello?"
"Mom – it's me, Hikaru."
"Baby? It's four in the morning. Where are you?"
"The police station… Mom, I'm in trouble."
"What happened?"
"I got in a fight – self defense. But, they want to press aggravated assault charges against me. Mom… I think I need a lawyer… they want to put me in jail…"
Chapter One
Toy Lightsabers are Effective in Battle
Touya Akira stood face-to-face with the oddest looking boy he had ever seen. Shaggy dark brown hair hung at the base of his neck, dyed blond bangs framing large amber eyes and making him look coordinated against his will. The boy was tall, his arms and legs lanky, but chest and shoulders broad. When Akira had been told a week prior his room was to house this young man, he'd expected someone a little more.. normal. The effect wasn't bad really, but it was somewhat surprising. Akira examined the teen closer, wondering what kind of roommate he would be.
"You have green eyes," the boy pointed out, looking like he'd been trying to come up with something to say for a few minutes and had only managed to single out a somewhat rare trait for Japanese males.
Akira blinked, surprised at hearing such a blatant thing. "Yes, and you are male."
His new roommate self-consciously brought his hand to the back of his head, scratching his scalp and grinning, "Yeah, I guess that was obvious. I'm Shindou Hikaru, nineteen years old; I like girls and Go, so don't touch my girls and don't touch my goban." He was trying to be funny; break the ice..
Obnoxious, Akira thought, reaching out to shake Hikaru's hand on polite impulse. The other boy reacted quickly, grabbing his hand enthusiastically. "I am Touya Akira, same age. I'm gay, and I have my own goban, so I don't think we'll have a problem." Hikaru's smile slid off like pudding, and Akira was pleased with his ability to make relaxed situations awkward as hell with just a few words. Realizing his hand was still being shaken, the boy delicately removed it and stepped away from his new roommate. "So, why did you suddenly transfer mid-semester? This is supposed to be a single room, but they ran out of doubles…"
Wow, he had no idea what to talk about in this situation.
"N..No real reason. Stuff at home; wanted to get away." Hikaru was still gaping, and Akira found that incredibly annoying. Had he never met a gay boy before? Or was there something on his face? The teen fingered his cheek unconsciously, before sliding his hand back over his head and smoothing his chin length blue-black locks. "Umm.." Akira was starting to think this kid was more awkward than he was. "What are you interested in? Besides, you know, guys and Go?"
"Annoying," Akira muttered, wandering away across the dorm's small living room. There was no time for small talk. He planted himself on the couch, ignoring the tall boy he was now being forced to room with. Hikaru simply stood there a moment, feeling out of place in the college setting. The dark haired boy began rifling through his backpack, pulling out a textbook and pretending to study until he felt a comfortable silence fall across the room.
Screeeeeeeeeech
Akira turned around, eye twitching, in time to see Hikaru dragging his kaya goban out from the corner across the linoleum floor. "Wow! Yours is so much better than mine!"
"What are you doing!" The smaller boy was off the couch and across the room in a second, batting Hikaru's fingers away from his goban fretfully. "Didn't we just agree this stuff wasn't to be touched?"
Amber orbs stared up are Akira gleefully, and the teen swallowed. "Well, technically you didn't say I couldn't touch yours. Want to play a game?"
"Not with you," Akira growled, pulling his goban back to the corner lightly. "Anyways, don't you need to go move your stuff up?" he paused, adding a resentful, "I suppose I can help.."
Hikaru waved his hands in front of his chest. "Oh, I have everything already." He motioned to a small pile of boxes by the door, "I just need to unpack."
Not much stuff… Akira thought, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and ignoring the awkward way Hikaru shuffled his feet. Is he poor? Poor people don't get into Toyo.. At some point during his inner musings Akira recognized a hand waving in front of his face; he looked up blankly. "You daydreaming?" the larger boy shoved his hands into his pocket, "I wanted to know where I should put my stuff."
Akira replied after a thoughtful moment, "I have an extra drawer in my dresser if you want to use it. I also don't mind helping you move the couch and tv out of the corner if you want to put your bed there…" The smaller teen rubbed his nose, looking over his shoulder to the door on the left side of the room that led to their bathroom; "I share a bathroom with the guys next door. If you have any toiletries you have to keep them in a basket by the door."
"Akira?" Hikaru was looking at the side of the room where Akira's bed was; underneath the window next to his desk and dresser. "I didn't bring a bed."
Akira stared at his roommate for a moment. "But I only have mine,"
And this is how Akira and Hikaru first met.
Akira had never understood what it meant to have someone that 'got under your skin'. He'd heard the saying, and he logically could interpret it, but his whole life he'd been so level-headed that he had never truly experienced it. For him it was just an idea; that is, until Tokyo University had decided to move Shindou Hikaru into his room. Only a week had passed since that time, but in that week Akira had quickly learned what the old saying meant. Everything about Shindou Hikaru 'got under his skin'.
First, Hikaru was loud. He was always yelling, and going on about pointless things that grated on Akira's nerves. And it didn't stop at that, either. He was loud all day and night. He was loud when he studied, when he watched television, and worst of all, when he had company ("Don't hit on any of my friends, Akira!" – "As if I would!"). Hikaru always had someone over; and more often than not it was a group of shameless frat-boys who would stay until late at night and keep Akira up with reckless drinking games and sex-talk. If it didn't piss him off endlessly, he probably would have been impressed with his roommate's social prowess.
But as it was, it fucking pissed him off. When does he ever sleep?
Second, Hikaru was a guy; and not in the 'he-has-a-penis' way, but in the 'cliché' way. Everything he touched got dirty. Everywhere he went a trail of dirty socks and underwear followed. On more than one occasion Akira found stale food under the mini-fridge, and he was scared to enter the bathroom less than ten minutes after Hikaru had been in. There was always a mess of blankets on the couch (where Hikaru had grudgingly consented to sleep), and sometimes Akira found used condoms in the cushions. He didn't even want to know how those got there.
He was living in hell. Stinky, loud hell.
The worst part was Akira could not totally hate Hikaru. The larger boy, while being a pest, had on many occasions tried to engage Akira and befriend him. In this area, Akira was the one resistant. He refused to speak more than required of him, except on the occasions Hikaru pushed him too far; both boys could yell back and forth for hours when they were really worked up. Akira tried to avoid these situations, because he always seemed to pay for any witty verbose.
It was like walking on glass.
Akira sighed, placing a delicate stone on the goban in front of him and looking up at his playmate, Tsutsui Kimihiro. "Why so glum, Touya-kun?" Tsutsui asked, placing his own stone down inexpertly on the board. The older boy, with his sort dark hair and shining glasses, was inferior to Akira in Go, but they often played.
"My roommate kept me up late last night," Akira said, glancing quickly over the board before setting down another stone. The moment his fingers left it a fan tapped him on the head; he looked up in surprise at his flamboyant sensei. "Fujiwara-sensei?" he asked, blinking as the long-haired man hovering over him.
"It's Sai! Sai!" His sensei insisted, waving his hands for a moment before leaning over and indicating an unoccupied spot on the goban with his fan. "This would have been a better move, Touya-san. Tsutsui-kun would have had no move against it."
Akira's lip ticked. I was going easy on him, he wanted to say, but remained quiet. "I see, thank you, sensei." The teen didn't really like his Go class; most of the students were below his level, and his teacher was so ridiculously strong playing him was simply a beating. He'd only taken it for a Humanities credit… well, there were worse ways to spend his time. Sai moved away from the two players, crossing the room and hovering over other games.
"I know you were just going easy on me," Tsutsui said, scratching the back of his head and looking similar to Akira's retard-roommate for a moment. As if reading his mind, Tsutsui continued, "So what about your roommate?"
"What about him?" Akira asked pointedly, rolling his eyes. "He had a bunch of guys over last night, and they stayed up yelling at the tv for hours. Then they all left, and he came back drunk and tried to crawl into my bed with me."
Tsutsui placed another stone, and the pa-chi rang in Akira's ears. "Were any of his friends cute?" That surprised the younger male; he knew his Go friend was gay, but they didn't exactly talk about that kind of stuff.
Akira automatically set another stone. "No, I couldn't think anyone that associated with Shindou Hikaru was attractive, anyways."
"So much dislike for him," Tsutsui mused, "Are you sure you aren't secretly in love with him? He does apparently try to crawl into bed with you."
Pa-chi
Blushing at such teasing, Akira shook his head. "Never," he replied, slamming down his stone. He did not hold back, sliding it into a spot on the board he'd been saving. One that he knew would end the game instantly. Tsutsui bit his lip for a moment, then hung his head.
"I have nothing."
Damn straight you don't, Akira thought, mentally smirking. He liked Tsutsui, but during the course of their many games, the older boy had grown somewhat forward.
"Class?" Everyone's attention was immediately brought to the front of the room, where Fuijiwara-sensei, Sai, was waving his fan around. "We have a student who recently transferred to the school, and he's joining our class." Sai grinned, tilting his head. "I've had the pleasure of playing him in a game, and he's very strong. Shindou-kun? You can come in now."
Heart sputtering, Akira turned wide eyes to the door at the left of the classroom. Shindou? He thought, alarm spiking in his stomach, surely there is some other Shindou..
No, of course it was Hikaru who walked through the door a moment later, grinning wildly and waving to the class. "Hi, 'm Shindou Hikaru. Nice to meet everyone!"
Don't make that cute face! Akira thought angrily, displeased with what he felt was insincerity. The Hikaru he knew was brash and sometimes mean, and though he laughed a lot he was still a malevolent force in Akira's previously peaceful life.
"Touya-kun?" Tsutsui whispered, looking harshly to Akira, "That's your roommate?"
Sticking his lower lip out in a raspberry, Akira nodded. "Why the heck are you complaining?" Tsutsui questioned in a low voice, leaning over the goban with wide blue eyes. "He's hot!"
Shindou is anything but! Akira wanted to reply, but the bane of his existence had already caught sight of him and was making his way over. "Touya-san? So we have the same class now," he spoke softly, seeming out of character to Akira. Tsutsui looked Hikaru over appreciatively, and once the boy had made his way to their goban he was on his feet offering his hand.
"I'm Tsutsui Kimihiro, it's nice to meet you!"
Hikaru laughed, allowing his hand to be bobbed continuously as if he was being worshipped. He must have no idea that Tsutsui wants him, Akira thought, feeling almost sour as he watched his friend beam. "I hope Touya hasn't spoken too badly of me," Hikaru said, finally dropping his hand and indicating to the goban, "would either of you like to play?"
Standing quickly, Akira moved away from his spot. Hikaru had constantly pestered him for a game, and he'd made it his mission in life not to give in. "I'm going to record the kifu; you guys have fun." As the teen walked away, he heard his roommate and Tsutsui exchanging pleasantries. Geez, he thought, moving across the room to mark his win against Tsutsui, what happened to the obnoxious Hikaru who tries to steal my bed and yells about me being too quiet? Akira had no idea where the publically acceptable Shindou had come from, but he knew it was just a façade that would probably fade by the time he got home that evening.
He was right.
It was after midnight when Akira left the library, struggling to hold all of his books while walking slowly across the deserted campus. He stuck to the sidewalks, jade eyes cast down, attempting to avoid glimpsing the ominous silhouettes of ancient oaks that littered the night sky and filled the dead air with mysterious rustling sounds. A light breeze picked up, bringing goosebumps to the teen's exposed arms. He shivered, even though it was still August and the summer air was ripe with heat.
The heels of Akira's leather shoes clapped the ground and echoed every so often; he winced each time, wishing he'd finished his study session earlier to avoid such a long, lonesome walk.
"Well," he said out loud, addressing himself since no one could hear him, "at least Shindou will probably be gone by the time I get back." Not that he'd taken that into account when he'd made his decision to finish an extra study-guide that night… but, one shouldn't question good fortune. Akira smiled, hugging his books into his chest and walking with a little more bounce. Hikaru would definitely be off at a party of some sort, he always seemed to have some kind of social engagement desperately vying for his attention. How a week-old transfer student became so popular so quickly was beyond Akira, but he'd never understood social dynamics anyways. "Maybe they just see something in him I don't," he scoffed, kicking the concrete and picking up his pace.
Akira made it back to his dorm in record time, struggling to fish a keycard from his pocket while still maintaining the delicate balance of books on his left arm. The teen finally managed, swiping the small card through the metal keylock on the outer door and waiting for the click to alert him to its opening. Sliding the key back into his pocket, Akira struggled to pull the heavy door open and shimmy inside.
He made his way up several flights of concrete stairs, leather heels clicking and reverberating through the narrow stairwell. Akira kept his books pushed into his chest, musing over facts absently to himself as he mechanically took each step upwards. After the third flight he stopped, using his back to push open a heavy, industrial like door and enter into a barren hallway. Blue carpet spanned underfoot, and Akira moved over it gracefully through several hallways until he came to a stop in front of his dorm's door.
Sprawling, golden kanji spelled 'Touya Akira' on the door, and tapped to a piece of notebook paper underneath Hikaru had added his own name. ("I should be the one with my name in gold! It's not like anyone comes to see you." – "Maybe I'd have company if my roommate wasn't so obnoxious!")
Akira managed to pull his keycard from his pocket yet again, sliding it over the handle of the door and then quickly pushing his way inside. The dorm was dark; Akira blindly set his books on the floor by the door and kicked his shoes off, stretching his arms out wide and yawning. It was peaceful without Hikaru and his friends around to bother him. Slowly undoing his belt, the teen ambled across the small room to the corner where his bed was – it'd been a long day, and he was ready to crash.
Moonlight cascading in from the window above Akira's bed slowly began to illuminate the room - more because the boy's eyes were adjusting to the darkness, rather than any actual change in the intensity of the light. Emerald orbs followed the stream of radiance to a series of unusual lumps in his comforter; his pupils dilated in the darkness, but it did not take him long to discern Hikaru's peaceful face crushed against his pillow.
Oh, and there was a naked girl sprawled over his chest. Akira winced, quickly averting his eyes from her bare breasts. Or at least the single visible one.
"Shindou -san," the dark haired teen growled lowly, going through various emotions at finding Hikaru in his bed with a woman, settling on anger. Akira leaned forward and shoved his roommate roughly, not regretting it for a moment when the peace fell from Hikaru's face and his amber eyes slid open. Blond fringe sprawled over the teen's cheeks, and he looked almost cute as he stared up uncertainly at Akira in a post-sleep haze.
Quickly enough recognition marred the boy's face; he sat up sharply, the covers and female both sliding off of his naked chest. "Oh!" he yelled, sounding stupid, "We fell asleep!"
Akira tried not to tremble in anger. "No, is that what you were doing?" he felt a vein in his neck throb – for the first time in his life he wanted to strike someone. Sex? In his bed? And he wasn't even the one having it? "Get out. Get out of my bed right now."
The smaller teen must have sounded deadly serious, because Hikaru was out of the bed in a moment's time. Akira saw his butt, but his roommate moved so quickly he missed everything else. After a second Hikaru had slid himself into a pair of boxers (from the floor), and was quickly gathering the unnamed and unconscious woman in Akira's bed's clothing. The aforementioned pissed off boy stepped back from the flurry, setting his belt on his desk and standing there looking malevolent.
"Hey, baby, wake up," Hikaru murmured, shaking the naked woman in Akira's bed haphazardly. She opened her eyes slowly, and immediately caught sight of Akira glowering at her. Bolting upright and covering her breasts, the girl scrounged for the covers and pulled them over herself, flushing violently.
Not interested, Akira wanted to say, but kept it to himself.
Hikaru dumped the girl's clothing into her lap, while saying apologetically, "I don't think we can sleep here… get dressed and we can go back to your room?"
Consciousness had calmed Hikaru; the teen was now completely ignoring the tendrils of hate Akira was sending at him. He seemed pragmatic, simply trying to alleviate the situation as quickly as possible. "Touya-san, can you please step out so she can change?"
Akira rubbed the vein on his neck, realizing quickly this was the 'chivalrous' Hikaru he was being faced with. "…Fine," he spoke harshly, whipping around and crossing the dorm room with measured steps. He pulled the door open and stepped outside, slamming it in his wake and leaving the two love-birds to their nest. I swear.. if they start up again… Akira wished he kept a handgun. His head hurt, and his rage was slowly being replaced with exhaustion. And disgust. He definitely had to wash his sheets now.
Five minutes later the happy couple stepped out of the room; Hikaru shirtless in a pair of loose jeans and his woman in a short dress. "Touya-san," the female addressed him, and Akira found himself wondering how she knew his name. The door? Did Shindou tell her? The first situation required her to be observant, the second, Hikaru to be polite; he doubted both possibilities seriously. "Forgive me for intruding in your bed," she said, and Akira could tell she was the type who expected apologies to be accepted whole-heartedly.
For some reason that just made Akira mad again. "Yeah, whatever. Next time soil your own sheets." He brushed between Hikaru and the girl, not bothered enough to ask her name, and slid back into the dorm room. The door slid shut solidly behind him, and with the room empty Akira felt worn out. He had never been more ready to fall into his bed, even if it would probably smell like stinky Hikaru and sex.
Akira slid his pants off, swiftly pulling the green polo he'd been wearing over his head and discarding both articles of clothing on the floor with little care. Usually he would fold them neatly and place them on his computer chair or in the hamper, but he couldn't be bothered. Instead he glanced at the mirror across the room, looking at the boyish angles of his small chest and the narrow set of his hips. Akira considered how Hikaru had looked; well-built and solid, and he felt somehow envious of his roommate. He pulled at the ends of his hair; the blue hue of it standing out remarkably in the moonlight. Akira felt silly inspecting himself; he shook his head and readjusted his boxers, more than ready to surrender to unconsciousness.
The boy slid into his bed as if he lacked a spine, becoming one with the soft contours and cold linens. It didn't really smell; at least Akira didn't notice it. He was preoccupied with how insanely comfortable he was. The teen flopped over onto his stomach, bunching his feather pillow under his cheek before sliding his hands underneath it to the cool side. His fingers met something wet.
"No, he wouldn't," Akira gripped the object and pulled it out from under his pillow, unsurprised to find a used condom, Hikaru's used condom, in his grasp. Sitting up, the boy was suddenly angrier than he had been all night. "You couldn't even throw it away, you bastard!" he yelled, as if Hikaru were standing right in front of him.
Akira shoved his covers off, jumping out of his bed and rushing furiously to the couch. He threw the condom on it with frustration, whirling around and wishing he could somehow have revenge against that inconsiderate bastard. "I'll cut up his clothes!" he said, running over to his desk and pulling open the top drawer in search of scissors. He found a pair, but underneath he found something even better.
Food coloring.
Evil grin in place, Akira removed the ancient dyes and picked out a pink one. He'd never been happier to have taken that HomeEc class in high school, and refused to throw away his food dye because he was sure he'd need it.
And look, he did!
"What to ruin, what to ruin," Akira mused, stepping onto the plush circle of carpet that covered the white linoleum floor of his room. The teen wiggled his toes, looking over Hikaru's area with dark intentions. Next to the couch resided his roommate's toiletries; shampoo, soap, toothpaste. Akira grabbed the shampoo, unscrewing the cap and throwing it on the floor. "Wait," he murmured, setting the shampoo down. "That bastard always steals mine."
It was decided. Akira kept his toiletries near the door to the bathroom. He grabbed his shampoo and was glad to find it almost empty. This would be Hikaru's punishment, and it would be killing two birds with one stone. If he stole the last of Akira's shampoo, he was getting dyed. The teen repressed a cackle, dumping the entire contents of his small bottle of coloring into the viscous shampoo with little reserve. Hikaru would get what was coming to him. Akira added a loud, "Asshole..!" for good measure, feeling slightly manic from sleep deprivation and anger.
The cap screwed back on with a click, and Akira left the bottle with the rest of his shower supplies. He forced himself back into his bed, yawned, and promptly fell asleep.
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Akira awoke to a gut-wrenching scream, which on any other occasion would have upset him. This particular morning, though, he simply smiled - leaning back against his pillow and crossing his arms behind his head. Revenge; there was nothing sweeter.
The door to the bathroom swung open, and a still-dripping-wet Hikaru stepped out clad only in a towel. The blond fringe of his hair was a soft pink, and to Akira's surprise, the larger teen's skin was also tinted the girlish color. "…What did you do?" Hikaru sounded venomous, turning slit eyes towards his reclining roommate.
"Oh, gee, you must have gotten into my science experiment. I'd've told you about it, but, you know, it's my shampoo." Akira had never been smugger; his grin was so high on his face he looked comical.
Hikaru twitched. "You did this on purpose! Bastard!" The boy lunged across the room, towel magically staying in place, and jumped on top of the bed. Akira had no time to react before Hikaru's full weight was crushing his midsection; he felt drops of water from the larger male's hair dripping onto his face as his writhed around and tried to wiggle away from him. Hikaru seemed to be serious though. After a moment blows began to connect with Akira's ribs, and the teen had to cover his face desperately to avoid any significant damage.
Swinging his fist up, the smaller of the two thumped Hikaru in the jaw and stunned him momentarily. Akira used the opportunity to clamp his legs around his cherry attacker's torso, turning them over so that he was on top. Akira had studied kung fu for several years; he was suddenly very glad of it.
Now Hikaru was even more pissed off, and while he was still swinging Akira struggled to grab his wrists and pin them against either side of his wet and now slightly pink pillow. "If you could throw a god damn condom away!" he yelled, pinching his knees forcefully into Hikaru's ribs. His roommate grimaced, shaking his body and seeming surprised at how effective Akira was at pinning him. The shaking upset Akira; he was only in his boxers, and Hikaru was right beneath him. The smaller boy blushed distractedly, suddenly a bit self-conscious.
"You dyed me PINK!" the teen roared, using the bounce of the bed to dislodge Akira and send him tumbling onto the cold floor. The covers spilled over the side of the bed with him; both boys regarded each other with heated expressions, panting.
"Well," Akira started, blush fading, "to be fair, I didn't know you'd use my shampoo as body-wash, too."
Hikaru threw the pillow behind him at his roommate's face. "Fuck you," he growled, shaking his head wildly to send pink-tinted drops of water over Akira's mattress.
"Dry off like a normal person!" the dark haired boy insisted; standing up, Akira attempted to flick the teen's forehead. Hikaru tried to grab and twist his wrist, but the smaller boy stepped back before he could. Akira smiled. "Have fun in school today."
Before Hikaru could start hitting him again, the smaller boy skirted across the room to his dresser and started pulling out clothes. He glimpsed his roommate slide off the bed and begin heading towards the bathroom. "Hey, Touya-fuckhead," Hikaru called; Akira turned to regard him, and was met with his pink-tinted middle finger:
"This means war."
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A/N: Writing this in one day was a lot of work. So many games were played; Wet, Flatout, Haunting Ground, Kingdom Hearts.. it was pretty impressive. I don't have much to say except that next chapter some romance will begin. :)
OH, HEY, LOOK, IT LETS YOU REVIEW!
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I WONDER WHAT THAT FUNCTION IS FOR.
(please review; it makes me feel nice. Really really nice. Even if it's a review of little substance.)
e:"I need a title; something kind of cultured."
r:"Transformers?"
e:"H..How is that cultured?"
r:"Because Hikaru transforms into a gay!"