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First Chapter
Shuuichi hunched over his cauldron, grinning wickedly. He looked back over at the counter, where a copy of Witchcraft and Wizardry for those Complete Nerds who have No Lives Whatsoever and Must Spend their Time Brewing Little Harmless Concoctions to Feed to their Friends, Family, and/or Coworkers to Make Themselves Feel Better and More Loved lay open to a very specific page. A page that Shuuichi had marked for a special occasion. And that occasion was now. Right now.
It was Yuki's fault that he was doing this. Well, it was Yuki's fault that he did anything stupid, but that still didn't change the fact that Yuki still was the cause of this. Yuki had, once again, to no one's surprise, kicked him out. Again. This time it was because of his cooking! And like Yuki could cook so much better than Shuuichi.
Well, maybe he could, but still, cooking? That was a bad reason to dump someone, Shuuichi decided. And so now, he was going to show Yuki just how well he could cook. Yes, by feeding him a magic potion that he learned the recipe for from this magic witchcraft book. It was guaranteed to make whosoever drank it fall madly in love with the first person they saw after fully swallowing .2mL of the potion. And Shuuichi was going to feed it to Yuki. And Yuki would fall madly in love with him and never kick him out again. Not ever. It was a completely, utterly foolproof plan.
Mwuahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa…ack! Man, this stench was really killing Shuuichi's throat. He hoped it wouldn't permanently damage his singing voice. That would be…not a very good thing.
Anyway, back to the recipe. Shuuichi slowly read the ingredients as he tossed them into the boiling cauldron. (Handy, that Tohma keeps a cauldron in the basement of NG Records, right next to that old fashion iron stove. Don't you agree?)
"Sugar," toss, sizzle.
"Spice," toss, sizzle.
"Everything…nice…?" Shuuichi looked at the ingredients again. It would be a little more helpful if it was just a tad bit more specific. Oh well. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a broken stick of strawberry pocky. Yes, that was nice.
Toss, sizzle.
But that wasn't everything that was nice. Yuki was nice. No, actually, on second thought, Yuki was really mean. Ryuuichi was nice. Yeah, Ryuuichi was really nice. Shuuichi looked around him. All around him, and through him, and over him, and under him, and even in him (Eww, pervert, I mean inside his mouth). But he really didn't have any Ryuuichi handy at the moment. So instead he pulled out a piece of string. Close enough.
Toss, sizzle.
Yep, that was about everything nice that Shuuichi could think of at that moment, so he figured it would suffice. And next on the ingredients list, a big huge pack of unconditional love. Ah, that was easy.
Toss, sizzle.
And then, suddenly the pot began to boil, and boil, and boil, and then it turned pink, and boiled some more. And then it stopped. So Shuuichi figured it was done, and began filling countless containers full of it. He then loaded the containers into his backpack and waltzed up the stairs.
Shuuichi was about to leave NG on his way home to Yuki, when suddenly a thought struck him. It struck him so hard that he almost lost consciousness. He began wondering if he would have a bruise the next day. Stupid thought. But that was beside the point. Back on track, a thought struck him. What if he accidentally messed up the recipe, and he was actually carrying around poison on his back? He didn't want to kill Yuki. Although it would be kind of cool to make him throw up after drinking Shuuichi's cooking after kicking Shuuichi out because he was throwing up after eating Shuuichi's cooking, but he didn't want to kill Yuki. No, he had to test it out first to make sure it worked. Just to make sure.
Shuuichi began going over everyone he knew in his head, trying to find someone that he didn't like and wouldn't be too horribly sad if they…accidentally got poisoned. His mind immediately clicked to Tohma. Yes, Tohma, who was always, and I mean always, checking Yuki out. Oh, it made Shuuichi so mad to even think about those wide, yet evil, evil blue-green eyes gracing their way along Yuki's nice, slender, masculine curves… Hmm, the thought of Yuki's nice, slender, masculine curves sure turned Shuuichi on. But then he was immediately repulsed when he thought of that one time. Yeah, that one time when Yuki was really drunk and Shuuichi took the liberty of noticing that his wonderfully, beautifully, cat-like…ahem, when Yuki's eyes returned the whole checking out business, and not-so-subtly drank Tohma's nice, slender, feminine curves. Hmm, the thought of Tohma's nice, slender, feminine curves kind of turned Shuuichi on too…
No, no, they didn't! Besides, Tohma was married, and to a woman at that. He had no right to be looking at Shuuichi's Yuki like he did. It just made Shuuichi so mad!
But, back onto the original train of thought that brought Shuuichi's thoughts to Tohma and his curves, Shuuichi began to seriously plan how to slip about, oh, say, .2mL of this baby into his blood stream. Yes, and then he'll be so involved in whomever he sees first that he won't even bother looking at Yuki ever again. Oh, the thought seemed too good to be possible. Swiftly and silently, like a stealth assassin ninja out to take revenge on the ronin samurai that stole his sushi, Shuuichi crept up to Tohma's office.
But inside he found the said blonde nowhere in sight. Instead, there was that one guy. Yeah, that one guy. The one who looked kind of like Yuki's younger brother Tatsuha, only his eyes curved slightly downwards. Otherwise they'd be identical twins. Shuuichi tried to remember that one guy's name, or what he did for a living, or how Shuuichi had met him in the first place, but his mind was drawing a blank. It didn't really matter though, since something much more interesting was going on with that one guy. Shuuichi had obviously walked in on him doing something he wasn't supposed, like…gasp!
"Huaghk! You're going through Seguchi-san's desk!" Shuuichi screamed as loud as he could. "I'm gonna tell the boss on you!"
That one guy froze. He stared at Shuuichi through those eyes
that slanted slightly downwards. Thank
goodness for those eyes, too, or else Shuuichi would constantly confuse that
one guy with Tatsuha, and that would be bad, since Shuuichi didn't really like
that one guy, but Tatsuha was his friend.
"No, no, you can't!" that one guy yelled back.
"Why not?" Shuuichi replied mockingly.
"Because, because," that one guy stuttered. "Oh, please don't tell. Seguchi-san's gonna kill me. Literally! He's already given me several death threats, and even pushed me out in front of that ca—uh, please don't tell him. I'll do anything!"
"Anything?" Shuuichi repeated. He liked it when people said that. Immediately he ran a list through his mind of all the things he could make that one guy do:
Evil tentacle rat feeding.
Alien cyber-adoption center.
Bunny Bunny lucky-go-funny dun-dun dance.
Happy penguin mechanical duck walking.
The possibilities ran through Shuuichi's mind. Yes, he loved the happy penguin. But his mind quickly snapped back to the present. He had a bigger hand at task, no, I mean task at hand, and he had no time to deal with that one guy's antics. Besides, he had to find Tohma to feed him the potion…
"Oh! The pooootttttiiiiiiooooonnnnn…" Shuuichi cooed. "I won't tell Seguchi-san that you were GOING THROUGH HIS DESK, if you drink this." He held up a glass of pink liquid that seemed to magically appear in his hand. That one guy 'tsk-ed' and snatched the glass out of Shuuichi's hand. He didn't drink it though. Just walked past Shuuichi out into the hallway, holding it. It was very frustrating to see.
That was when Shuuichi heard that familiar voice. "SHUUICHI, HAVE YOU SEEN SAKUMA-SAN ANYWHERE???" It was Tatsuha. Yeah, that's the only person who had access to NG that ever would call that out, excluding Shuuichi, and Shuuichi was pretty sure he wasn't the one who had just shouted that, so he figured it was safe to assume that it was Tatsuha.
That one guy stopped in front of Tatsuha, and Tatsuha stopped in front of that one guy, and the two stared at each other in horror.
"You look just like me," that one guy said.
"You look just like me too," Tatsuha said. "Only, your eyes are slanted slightly downwards. Otherwise, you'd look exactly like me."
"Yeah," that one guy agreed. It was a habit of his to just shove whatever happened to be in his hand at the time into his mouth when he got nervous, and at that time, there was a glass containing a pink potion, so he shoved it into his mouth, glass and all. Luckily it was a small glass.
"Yes," Shuuichi whispered as he hid behind Tohma's door so that he wouldn't be the first one that that one guy would see. He watched as the reaction took place.
First, that one guy looked like he was about to throw up for about five minutes. Then he closed his eyes and stood still for about five minutes. Then he began to convulse for about another five minutes. Then he stood up again and stood still for about another five minutes. Then he opened his eyes and looked at Tatsuha for about five minutes. Then he got this dreamy look in his eyes and immediately proceeded to glomp Tatsuha.
"Mission equals success," Shuuichi said happily as he stepped over Tatsuha, who was desperately trying to get out from under that one guy. Shuuichi nodded his head spastically in victory. As he was about to enter the elevator, he looked back and the new love couple. They were really cute together. Yup. This was really fun. And he had some spare potion anyway, so he decided to take the elevator the third floor where his rehearsal studio was located. Fujisaki was sure to be there. Shuuichi sometimes got the feeling that Fujisaki lived there, and slept there, and did everything there, except maybe use the bathroom, because it'd be stupid to use the bathroom in the rehearsal studio, since there was no bathroom in the rehearsal studio. No, the bathroom was just a few rooms down from the rehearsal studio, and Shuuichi didn't think Fujisaki was too lazy to not just walk a few rooms down to the bathroom from the rehearsal studio.
So, onto the studio…