My Dads Are Cooler!

Summary-thing: Taisho is your typical seventeen-year-old. She's got suitable grades, plays guitar, and has a love of photography. And who doesn't have a rock star-gone-model and a romance novelist for dads? First Gravi fic, so please don't hate me if it sucks.

Translation-thing: Otosan: Father/ Nani: What/ -chan: an honorific that shows a cute endearment/ -rin: an honorific also used for cute endearment, commonly used by high school girls/ J-Rock: short for Japanese Rock/ -kun: a term of endearment used mainly with boys, but girls can be called this too./ Urusei: Shut up/ -san: a term to show respect, sort of the equivalent of Mr., Ms., Mrs., etc.

Chapter One: Not Very Rarely Every Day

"Otosan!" half shouted a young girl with long blond hair and amethyst eyes. She seemed to be frantically searching for something, still in her pajamas.

Two men peeked their heads out, one from the kitchen and the other from a study. "Nani, Taisho-chan?"

Taisho sighed in exasperation; you would think that after twelve years of this whenever she called them that she would have learned by now to actually walk to the one she wanted to talk to. "Pink Otosan, not the scary novelist Otosan."

"Okay!" said the higher pitched voice out of the two men. The response was followed by the sound of feet against hardwood flooring. Shuichi Shindo was a man of thirty-two but didn't look a day over twenty, partly because of his height. He moved some of his short pink (freakishly pink) hair out of his innocent purple eyes. He reached Taisho's room and peered inside. "What was it you wanted?"

"Have you seen my J-rock Goddess shirt? You know, the black one with the sparkly letters and long purple sleeves that I got in America this summer?" she asked only taking a small break from her search to actually look at her father and to grab her hair ribbons from her bedside table. "I'm supposed to meet up with Ryu-chan and Noriko-rin in Shibuya in an hour or so, but first I have to stop by Hiroki's." She finished as she put up her hair quickly.

"I was wondering why you were up so early on a Sunday; you usually sleep in until two in the afternoon. Why Hiroki's?" Shuichi asked.

"He said that he and his parents needed help moving in a piece of the new furniture, so I volunteered." Taisho made a depressed sigh. "I was having a nice dream about muffins too. Bastard called me at seven o'clock!" She explained, scoffing and flipping her ponytails behind her. Taisho could feel the prideful smile Shuichi wore behind her. It was almost suffocating. "That'll only take a few minutes there and then I can probably get to Shibuya just in time to meet up with Ryu-chan." She turned around again. "So have you seen the shirt?"

"Yeah, it's in the laundry basket. It was just cleaned." Shuichi stuck his thumb in the direction of the living room.

"Sweet, thanks!" she said excitedly as she gave him a hug and ran to the living room for her favorite shirt. Feeling no shame and apparently having a sports bra on under pajama top, she took her top off and slipped the new one on. She went back to her room and pulled a pair of shorts off of her bed. They were baggy on her and olive colored.

"Where'd you get those?" Shuichi wondered. They looked familiar, but Shuichi couldn't remember where he had seen them before.

"Oh, according to other Otosan, these used to be yours. He said that you used to wear these all the time when you were my age." Shuichi smacked himself in the head for being so stupid; he used to love those shorts. Taisho did a little spin and did a "ta-da!" for him. "They just looked so awesome and I couldn't resist! I hope you don't mind." She asked him.

"Of course not, you just proved something for me." Shuichi said happily. Taisho looked confused so he decided to explain. "Now you can show people that I'm not the thinnest person in the world without being clinically ill."

Taisho sighed at the pathetic attempt at a joke. "Regardless to what you may have heard, I am a girl, it's okay if I'm thinner than you." She gave her immature father a pat on the shoulder and headed towards the kitchen. Only to be stopped by a deep voice from the other room.

"Wait a second," it said calmly. Even though this happened dozens upon dozens upon DOZENS of times before, Taisho was still creeped out whenever her other father did that. She stepped into the room that the voice had come from (the study) and closed the door behind her. At least a window was open so there was sunlight this time; usually she was left in pitch dark for what seemed like hours. She looked across the room and saw her father Eiri Yuki sitting in a chair by the desk.

Eiri Yuki was a handsome man of thirty-six with short golden hair and matching, almost demonic, golden eyes. He had a cool composure, which would make you feel like you were facing Satan himself at times. Other times you could feel like you were looking at the sexiest man in the world. That reason was why she rarely brought her friends over, male or female, they'd either swoon or start crying. He had a smirk on his lips and took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it out in the ashtray.

"What'd you want to talk about?" Taisho asked him.

"Oh just one of the most cliché topics of the era," he said cryptically.

Taisho wore the same smirk Eiri did and leaned against the wall. "Let me guess, 'The Talk', right?"

"Sadly, yes." He said as if he really didn't want to talk about it... which he didn't. "Let's see, I'll make this short. Drugs: don't do. Alcohol: Not a lot, well not yet anyway. Sex: Go ahead, use protection though. Date rape: You're smart enough to figure this out."

Taisho put her finger to her chin and tried to guess what she should do. "Tell you and Uncle Tohma so you can beat the rapist to near death, immediately shove them in front of a speeding truck and leave him in a ditch half-naked?"

"That's an even better answer than the one I had in mind." Eiri confessed. "Thanks for the idea."

"My pleasure." Taisho said nicely. Yuki nodded and went back to typing his new novel. Taisho walked over and leaned over his shoulder. "So what's this one about?" she asked.

"I'm trying something new," he began, "I'm basing the main character off of Shuichi, if that can help you."

"That's so awesome!" Taisho exclaimed as she hugged Eiri around the shoulders. "Did you tell him?"

"No."

"Why the hell not?" Taisho asked.

"Why do you question my methods?" Eiri asked back.

Taisho stayed silent. She knew that this could go on for hours; they did this once before when she was twelve, but she had places to go and didn't have the time to test her debating abilities with her father. "Shit." She swore as she looked at her watch. "Listen, I've gotta go, I'll be back in time for dinner though, alright?"

"Sure." Eiri answered. Taisho walked out of the room and her father went back to typing.

"You write like you're at a third grade reading level." The mysterious man said as he dropped the lyrics to the ground. Strangely enough, the wind blew it straight to the feet of the broken lyricist two yards away. "You've got zero talent." He said coldly. "Try going into a reliable career." Without another word being said, the strange man flipped his untamed blond hair out of his face and walked away.

Eiri stopped and leaned back in his chair. "It's weird writing about myself like this. I feel like some sort of villain."

Taisho quickly got into the kitchen, grabbed a piece of toast off of Shuichi's plate and said goodbye before she went out the door. Even though she had closed the door, both Shuichi and Eiri could hear her trip on the dip in the floor. At that point, Eiri decided it was safe to come out of hiding and stood next to Shuichi, who was by the door.

"You would have thought she had learned to step down by now." Eiri said, making Shuichi jump with a squeak. Shuichi saw that it was Eiri and exhaled deeply; Shuichi sort of liked it when Eiri snuck up on him, though. It reminded him that Eiri would always be there (in a masochistic, heart-attack inducing kind of way). "It's almost disturbing how similar you two are. Are you sure she isn't some distant relative of yours?" Eiri looked Shuichi straight in the eyes, those big, beautiful, amethyst eyes that he could stare into for hours at times.

Shuichi gave a small smile, a way to show he would respond without saying a word. "You should ask yourself the same question." He said mischievously. "You're both blond, tall, and gorgeous. I'm just--"

"The stupid monkey who has sex with me every night." Eiri finished in his casually cynical and cold voice. Shuichi shut up, he knew that Eiri was going to say something to make it seem like that last comment didn't exist. "Even so, the two of you are just so cheerful and outgoing," Eiri said with a calm voice as he stepped closer to Shuichi and taking hold of his hand, "and she has the same eyes as you do. Those eyes have the same effect on her friends as yours do on me. They make me want to be around you no matter what." Shuichi responded to this touch and got closer to Yuki, their bodies touching and Shuichi's arms draped around Eiri's neck. Eiri's hands were loosely placed at Shuichi's hips now.

"She's smart." Shuichi debated against him.

"Beautiful." Eiri added, his head lowering

"Almost as much as you." Shuichi went on his tiptoes.

There was silence for a few seconds between the two, both holding each other. Eiri ignored the pain in his neck and Shuichi did the same with his feet. They felt stronger just being that close. Their faces got closer together, their lips were only centimeters apart now.

"How many times have we argued about this?" Eiri said in a whisper that sent shivers up Shuichi's spine.

"I'm at seventy-four." Shuichi responded in a whisper of his own that made Eiri want him even more, completely ignoring the comment and only focusing on how he had said it.

Then their lips touched and it seemed like all forms of chaos ensued in each other's mouths. Shuichi gave a small moan in response and that was the signal for Eiri to go deeper in. He did, and it was glorious. They broke apart for air and Eiri saw that Shuichi's eyes were still closed, like it was a dream that he didn't want to wake up from.

"Did you say seventy-four?" Eiri said normally. Shuichi could only nod as he was still entranced by the act that had recently occurred. "You can count that high?" Shuichi's eyes opened quickly. All form of romanticism that had surrounded the two had immediately shattered around them and fell into a sulfurous abyss known as "Letdown".

"You ass!" Shuichi half shouted, giving Eiri a playful punch on the arm.

Meanwhile, about fifteen minutes later…

"Hey Tai-kun, how's it going?" said a smug Hiroki as he leaned in the doorway. Hiroki was a boy of seventeen with hair a chocolaty brunette color and teal eyes. He was tall and good looking in a normal guy kind of way, with a love of trash-punk fashion no less. Ripped clothes are always hot on guys like that.

When he asked that infernal question, Hiroki knew that he had to be prepared for anything, but didn't show it in his nonchalant demeanor.

Taisho pushed him out of the way. "URUSEI! You know damn well how it's going! You call me at the ass crack of dawn--"

"Seven is hardly that early."

"Shut your mouth! That's beside the point!" Taisho plopped down on the couch. "Anyway, you call me early as hell in the morning, say you need help moving some furniture and I find no evidence of furniture being moved or a delivery truck being nearby, and you know what I think?" Hiroki, still looking smug, put up his hands to signal giving up. "I think you're a lying bastard who's trying to keep me from hanging out with my older friends!"

Hiroki glanced at his watch, then back at her. "You done?" Taisho nodded as Hiroki plopped onto the recliner next to the couch.

"What do you have against Ryu-chan, anyway?" Taisho said in an exasperated voice. "The guy's like a big brother to me."

"Tai-kun, I don't have anything against the guy, in fact I think he and Noriko-rin are really awesome." Hiroki explained, but then he gave her his famous "listen or I'll die" look. "It's just I haven't seen you in a while since you transferred out to a different school, everyone misses you, y'know."

Taisho couldn't help but smile at the fact people missed her. Taisho recently had to transfer out of her old high school because people would say horrible things about her unorthodox parents. She put her hand on Hiroki's head and rubbed some of his brunette hair. "I know," she said humbly, "I've missed you guys too. But you know how I am with keeping promises, so if you're asking me to blow off meeting with them, it won't work. You know this by now."

Hiroki put his hand on the one presently on his head, which took Taisho back a few steps in what was going on; he was depressed a few seconds ago. He looked into her eyes for a second and gave another signature expression. His big, friendly smile. He stood up. "I know, I just found something you might like. Just stay put." He vaulted over the back of the recliner and walked down the hall.

"What the hell…" Taisho muttered as she let her head fall back. She sat there for a while, thinking things over. Like why Hiroki gave her that look…what the hell was that about? Had he pulled an all-nighter and couldn't control certain expressions from sleep deprivation or something? It had happened before. This one time, he hadn't gotten any sleep because of entrance exams and when he tried to ask out this one girl he accidentally looked pissed off. The girl ran off, but not before back-handing him.

Hiroki ran back into the room with something behind his back and vaulted onto the couch, landing right next to Taisho and causing her to jump. He revealed what he held in his hand. "Here, your birthday was last week, right? Sorry I couldn't be there." Hiroki put it in Taisho's hand and the longer she looked, the more excited her face became.

It was a CD case that looked a little old, part of the cover had a tiny crack in it. The picture on the front had three smiling young men in it. The one to the far left looked to be the youngest and had short black hair and big, innocent chestnut colored eyes. The one to the far right looked the part of the oldest and was very handsome with reddish-brunette hair and eyes of dark gray-blue. He had his arm around the boy in the middle, who had the brightest smile of them all. He had pink hair and his eyes were closed, so she couldn't see his eyes color, but Taisho already knew that they were amethyst. She screamed in a voice so high pitched that it made every window within a ten block radius crack. This was the last CD that her father's band, Bad Luck, had ever released.

Taisho immediately jumped on Hiroki and they both fell to the floor. Hiroki let out a shout as his head hit the hardwood flooring. Taisho opened her mouth and spoke non-fangirl (tangible Japanese) so he could understand. "Hiroki, this is the best gift ever! You've never done anything cooler ever since I met you! I mean, it was awesome of you to hack into the school's computer system to change our grades in Science last year, but it didn't make me this happy!" She stopped abruptly as she heard the front door open. It was Hiroki's twin sister Aki.

"I didn't barge in on something I shouldn't have, did I?" she said a little unsure. Aki had short hair that was dyed blue and wore clothing in the same genre her brother did, gutter punk. She wore it well, in fact she always looked gorgeous with her numerous ear peircings and heavy mascara. She'd always been beautiful, ever since Taisho had known her when they were little kids.

"Ah?" Taisho let out. She looked down and realized where Aki was coming from this time. Taisho was laying on top of her best friend's brother (well Hiroki was a best friend too, but just go with me on this one), who was blushing like mad on the living room floor. Not a good thing to walk in on. Taisho immediately shot up and stood with her face redder than someone after ten shots of tequila at New Year's. Hiroki did the same.

Aki let out a laugh…okay, more like kept laughing for about ten more seconds and gave Taisho a big hug, which Taisho graciously accepted. They pulled apart and gave each other a thorough look-over. "I haven't seen you in forever, Tai-kun!"

"It's awesome to see you too, Aki-chan! It's sucks that I can't stay much longer."

"Why's that?" Aki said, disappointed and angry.

"I promised Ryu-chan and Noriko-rin last week that we would hang out together in Shibuya today." Taisho said in a sorry tone.

"Lucky! I wish I could hang out with Sakuma-san! He's hot!" Aki exclaimed. This certain exclamation didn't surprise Hiroki, but really hit Taisho. So hard, in fact, Taisho back onto the floor with a loud "THUNK!". She was a quick recovery though.

"Aki! The guy turned forty-five this year! I thought you liked my Uncle Tatsuha!" Taisho grabbed Aki by the shoulders and shook her a bit.

"Yea, but Sakuma-san, your Uncles Tohma and Tatsuha, not to mention your dads must know where the Fountain of Youth is because they still look hot as hell!" she said bluntly. Taisho was used to this part of the clueless honesty, at least. Aki always complemented on how beautiful the men of her family were.

It was true that Taisho had grown up around beautiful people. Before she did public high schooling, they were the only people she talked to. She would go to Shuichi for boy advice, Eiri for when she was in a pissy mood, Ryu for cheering up, Tatsuha for a confidence boost, Tohma for whenever she needed a model for her photography and Noriko and Mika for girl talk. Sure, they were all considerably older than she was, but they all treated Taisho like their daughter and friend.

"Right, well I'm off! It was nice seeing you guys again!" Taisho ran past through the doorway and down the stairs of their apartment complex. Taisho stopped on the sidewalk facing their balcony. "Thanks for the CD, Hiroki! It's the best present ever!" Hiroki ran to the balcony and saw her waving. He waved back at her with a large smile as he saw Taisho take off down the street.

Aki walked behind her brother. "CD? That's bullshit, you were screwing." Hiroki's face lit up like a plutonium-powered Christmas tree in a pitch black room. He faced his sister, not realizing he was blushing so furiously. "Knew it." Aki said smugly.

"Aki! Tai-kun is my best friend, you don't bone your best friend!" Hiroki shouted. Aki stuck a pinky in her ear to try and block out the noise.

"By the look of a certain area," she said, darting her eyes to his belt region, "I beg to differ, dear brother of mine." Hiroki looked down…and if his face was red before, it had now gone so deep that it turned near purple. He rushed out of the room immediately, still blushing furious as ever. Aki watched him run and sat down on the couch. "I totally won that."