A/N: This one here pried its way inside my head a little while before Thanksgiving and it's been making itself quite at home. I've been writing various scenes for it and it's gotten to the point where it'd be ridiculous if I continued further without putting out a first chapter.

As you might have read in the summary on the way in, this is an AU. Many of the characters are going to be high school-aged (yes, it's that sort of fic). We're only seeing four of the characters in this chapter, but trust me, there'll be more coming.

Title: Youth Gone Wild

Summary: The death of a distant relative brings Shiori and Shuichi Minamino to town. The deceased's eighteen-year-old son, Yoko, has bailed and wants to strike out for himself. Cutting ties isn't easy, though, when Yoko and Shuichi attend the same school. Various pairings inside.

Warnings: innuendos, language, consensual sex, some nonconsensual sex, substances (alcohol, smoking, etc.), some child abuse, and references to hair metal bands.

Pairings: We see one of them and an allusion to another (um, sort of…) in this chapter. More will be coming. We'll be seeing guy with guy, guy with girl, and girl with girl. Don't like any of those, bail out now or deal with it.

By the way, though there will be romance (that usually goes with the pairings, unless it's noncon), and Shuichi and Yoko will be among the ones having romances, this isn't one of those fics where the two will be having romances with each other. In this story they're distant relatives, and the relationship they have will be of the familial type.

Well, I think I've chatted it up enough, so anyway:

Youth Gone Wild
Chapter 1: Eighteen
December 2, 2008

"Shuichi?"

"Mm?"

Shuichi Minamino blinked, and pulled himself out of his stupor long enough to focus on the face of his mother looking inquisitively over at him in the near-dark, periodically dispelled by brief intervals of headlights. "Yes?"

"You seem sleepy. Should I turn the radio off?"

Some classic rock tune was drifting up at a low volume. Was that Alice Cooper? "It's fine," he said, shaking his head and yawning. Yeah, he seemed sleepy: it was three in the morning. But his mother wanted to get as much moved in as early as possible. So there the two of them were, somehow fit in the car stuffed with boxes and miscellaneous loose items, pulling a U-haul behind them, heading to the new house that awaited them.

It'd all been due to a death. One of their distant relatives had lost the battle with a long-term illness and had left the house in the care of Shuichi's mother Shiori. Proximity had been a deciding factor; having the house had persuaded Shiori to accept a job offer with a company nearby.

So, to reiterate: them, car, U-haul, packed, three in the morning. Today was technically a Saturday. Monday would see a new job for Shiori and a new school for Shuichi. No need to miss a day of education when he could catch up on his sleep on Sunday. Hypothetically speaking, of course.

But it wasn't like they were moving to some big mess or blank slate like some movers do. The house sill had a living occupant, the deceased's eighteen-year-old son. There'd just have to be some rearranging. A lot of rearranging.

Tap-tap, nudge on his shoulder. "Shuichi, there should be a pillow in the backseat. I don't want you to mess up your neck leaning against the window."

Sleepily he murmured, "'kay, Mom," and twisting around fumbled his hand around the backseat.

It was 3:00 and Yoko Kurama was waiting on the landing outside an apartment complex, hoping the tenant behind the door he'd just finished banging on would wake up and let him in.

He felt a little bad since it was so late/early, but the Minaminos had chosen the middle of the night to move in and he hadn't felt like voicing his intentions to Shiori in person, since such a scenario always made it more difficult to elude elaboration when demanded.

'Doesn't matter anyway,' he thought defiantly. He was eighteen, a legal adult. They could have the house; where he lived was his decision, and he'd chosen to live here rather than there. It'd just be nice if "here" would let him in already; he and his things were getting lonely out in the yard.

When the door opened, the sleepy and confused greeter had no chance to inquire who was there and what the hell was going on before Kurama had seized him in an enthusiastic embrace. "My relatives might already be at the house," he explained once he let go. "By the time they arrived I wanted to be long gone. I didn't wake up your son, did I?"

Yawn. "No; Shura actually went down at a decent time and he's stayed down, thankfully. Do you need help moving anything right now?"

"Most of my stuff's in Kuronue's storage. I can move in what I have on my own." He picked up his bags and stepped inside the apartment.

"Do you need a light…?" Yomi groped along the wall (Kuronue's favorite joke nowadays was that Yomi had become an "expert groper") and found the switch.

Kurama looked around the living room. Well, a still recently blind parent with an energetic toddler wasn't going to keep the most orderly place. He hoped Yomi didn't trip a lot. "Thanks," he told his friend, thinking that if he was going to be living here, maybe he should be the one who made sure to keep the place picked up. "What are you doing tomorrow … today?"

"I told Enki you'd be moving in sometime soon." He'd just thought Kurama would choose the daylight hours. Even if he couldn't see the time anymore, he could still feel it. Oh well; he smirked. "So he shouldn't mind if I come in later tomorrow."

So they were on the same page. "I already turned in what's due tomorrow, so I'm going to skip." Setting down his stuff, he approached his friend, sizing him up. "Will Shura wake up if you try to get back in bed?"

Yomi took a slow breath as a slender finger traced one of his clavicles. "Possibly," he replied carefully. The finger was tracing circles in the hollow of his throat now. "That uh … couch, pulls out…" Kurama was playing with his ear now.

"I was counting on that." Yomi's ears were very sensitive to … well, most things nowadays.

Said man shuddered as Kurama stroked the spot right behind his lobe. "There'll be room for both of us to sleep," he murmured.

"Eventually," Kurama added, smiling lewdly as he pulled Yomi with him toward the couch.

A/N: It's short, I know, I'm sorry. More will be coming. We'll probably see the school in the next chapter, and among the characters that are coming we'll meet a pair of foster kid siblings that I think play a pretty big role in the story, so stay tuned.