Hey there, buddy here! so i read this fic by BC called "Child's room" and it sparked my muse wide awake. It intrigued me to imagine Ryuichi taking Shuichi to his childhood home.

Don't get me wrong, i am quite the strong supporter of yuki and shuichi, i guess i just wanted a taste of ryu/shu, you never know what you like until you've tried it. and as i have recently become quite obsessed with this pairing, i should write a bit about how i see it, or feel it, even if not directly.

of course, most people didn't bother to read that but hey, what does it matter.

Release my muse!

A trip to nowhere

Shuichi had a knack for getting himself in odd situations, this being no exception, but he still couldn't help but wonder how it was exactly he got himself in this one. One minute he had been recording under the watchful eye of his producer and his idol, Ryuichi, now, as fate would have it, he was on the back of a motorcycle speeding to god knows where clinging to said to idol. What on earth was he getting himself into, as it was he couldn't just ask to be taken back home. Ryuichi had been so serious when he'd handed Shuichi a helmet and said "Follow me." Who was Shuichi to argue?

Oh yeah, how had he forgotten that his idol had proclaimed his love for him not to long ago? Kissed him in front of Yuki and then brushed it off by as something he had felt the urge to do; to make Shuichi fall for him instead of Eiri? Shuichi shook his head against the wind that he could hear whistling past the helmet on his head. Sometimes he cursed his stupid recklessness.

Shuichi tightened his hold as Ryuichi veered off onto a dirt road. He couldn't help but wonder where they were and where they were going. They'd been traveling for at least two hours. No breaks for anything, it was as if Ryuichi had planned this all out. Shuichi closed his eyes and simply thought. He was starting to go numb from being on the bike this long. But his mind was still wide awake, filled with strange thoughts. What would Yuki say about him missing? Would he even care? Shuichi had to doubt it, but part of him really wanted to know what his lovers face would look like when he didn't return home that night. Shuichi had to tighten his grip again when the road became bumpier and he was nearly knocked off. He clenched his eyes shut and waited for it to pass.

He didn't open his eyes when he felt the bike start to slow, or when the road suddenly smoothed out a bit and was able to loosen his grip a bit, it was ironic how that made him a bit sad though. He opened his eyes and saw an overgrown lawn. He blinked to make sure he wasn't seeing things and sat up a little straighter to see over Ryuichi's shoulder. It was then he saw what looked like a creepy old house from a horror movie. The windows were boarded up, vines were growing up to the roof of the house, and what might have been a pristine white at one time was now dull beige.

Shuichi was still in awe over the house that he failed to notice that Ryuichi had removed both their helmets and was now watching him with that serious look on his face. The one he got on stage, only now it was a bit softer, less calculating, and more normal than anything he'd ever seen on that face before. When Shuichi finally caught that gaze, he nearly gasped and moved back but was stopped from his almost blunder by Ryuichi turning to the house and saying words Shuichi never thought he'd ever hear, "This is where I grew up. It's also to where I disappear to."

Shuichi turned to look at the house, beaten up by years of neglect and Ryuichi came here when he disappeared? Shuichi was stunned, why share this information with him? A small voice in the back of his mind reminded him that Ryuichi loved him. Loved him. Dear God, what was he getting himself into this time? He was startled out of his thoughts when the object of said thoughts held out a hand in front of his face and smiled that childish smile at him. Shuichi took it and allowed himself to be pulled toward the house that stood before them. He watched as Ryuichi opened the door using an ancient looking key on the rusted padlock, and led the way inside.

Shuichi wasn't sure what he was expecting to see within the house, but he was sure it wasn't this. The inside, was for the most part, clean. Dusty, sure, but clean, the furniture looked worn, and the walls had a few cracks in them, the floors looked desperate for a good mopping and the windows were streaky with what had to be dry water stains. But the house was still livable. Shuichi looked around then focused on Ryuichi who had been focused on him the entire time. Shuichi was stuck staring at those eyes that held a hint of sadness, they seemed to glow almost with the setting sun that made everything seem to appear in shades of golden yellows and oranges. Ryuichi held out his hand for Shuichi to take and he did once more, allowing Ryuichi to pull him up a set of stairs and down a narrow hallway.

"Shu-chan, you can pick a room to stay in. I don't really care which one."

Shuichi just stared at Ryuichi, a man who could tame an entire crowd with the flick of his wrist, who was blushing and looking off to the side as though afraid to meet Shuichi's gaze. "Sakuma-san, which room are you staying in?"

Ryuichi looked up and almost seemed to glare at him. "Ryuichi."

Shuichi was confused for a second then understood what his idol was trying to tell him, "Ryuichi-kun, which room are you staying in?"

"This one; my room, na no da!" Ryuichi said while rapping his knuckles against a wooden door, big smile on his face.

Shuichi smiled and tapped the door as well. "Then I'll be staying in this room."

Ryuichi looked startled for a moment then lowered his face so his bangs covered his eyes. Shuichi didn't like how this cast most of Ryuichi's face in shadow; he reached out and gently lifted his idols face to meet his own. Ryuichi smacked his hands away and Shuichi instinctively stepped back to give him room, but Ryuichi pulled him close. Shuichi, who was afraid, confused, and extremely happy by being this close to his idol, nearly died of shock when he felt wetness against his neck and shoulder.

Ryuichi was crying, not the phony he-didn't-get-his-way-around-N-G look, but real tears, and he wrapped his arms around Shuichi's waist and held him tight, and Shuichi, too stunned to think much, wrapped his arms around Ryuichi's neck and let him cry. Shuichi wasn't used to seeing Ryuichi cry like this; he was used to the giant crocodile tears the older man usually shed, regardless, Shuichi held him close, softly running his fingers through those thick brown locks.

It took a while, but eventually Ryuichi had stopped crying and left Shuichi in an odd predicament; Ryuichi wasn't letting him go, and while Shuichi knew the older man probably needed comfort, he was still sure that this hug was not the right way to give it, seeing as how their entire bodies were flush against each other. Shuichi was just about to pull away when Ryu did it for him. The older singer wiped his eyes and opened the door to his room. Shuichi was prepared to be awed by the rock star's room, but was instead surprised to see it look a lot like his own; a synthesizer, a computer, a bed, and posters of just about everything all over the walls.

Shuichi watched Ryuichi walk over to the bed and plop down on the mattress, eyes closed and a small smile playing at his lips. He sat next to Ryu and was almost immediately pulled down into a hug that turned into an impromptu wrestling match. Shocked at first and then determined, Shuichi won by pinning Ryu's arms above his head and straddling his waist. Shuichi couldn't help but notice that for being pinned Ryuichi looked awful smug. He was proved right when the positions were reversed and Shuichi was stuck with a rock god between his legs pinning his arms down.

Ryuichi leaned down to where his lips brushed Shuichi's as he whispered "I win." Shuichi blushed crimson and tried to pull back to find no room to escape. Ryu pushed forward and suddenly had Shu's lips in a soft, chaste kiss. Shuichi wasn't sure what crazy idea went through his mind, but he kissed back and suddenly felt his world crashing around him. He pulled back in a hurry and ended up pushing himself so far he fell off the edge of the small bed. Ryuichi just peered at him curiously then laughed childishly into his pillow. Shuichi stood up and jumped onto the bed.

"No fair Ryuichi! You can't do that!"

Ryuichi didn't even look fazed as he stared up into Shuichi's eyes. "Do what, Shuichi?"

It was Shuichi's turn to hide behind his bangs as he felt an oncoming nosebleed. Ryuichi looked hot laying there, hair messed up, shirt riding up, and that sexy little smirk he wore when he felt confidant about something. He was startled when his face was lifted and those lips were back on his. They were soft, gentle, and seemed to just be content with being in contact with his own. When Ryuichi pulled away he had on his characteristic chibi smile and pulled Shuichi to lay down with him in the bed. "I'm sorry Shuichi, I couldn't resist no da."

Shuichi didn't say anything and allowed his idol to wrap him up in a comforting embrace. Shuichi still wasn't satisfied that the whole kiss thing was being ignored, but he dealt with it. 'I'll just confront him in the morning.' Slowly falling asleep in the arms of a man who was not his lover left him feeling a bit unsettled, but almost completely content.

Ryuichi though stayed awake long after Shuichi had fallen asleep. He brought the young singer here to show him that what Ryuichi felt for him was real and that if anyone was going to hold Shuichi's heart, it was he. Placing a soft kiss to the boys' forehead, Ryuichi forced himself to sleep.