Chapter Word Count: 500||Story Word Count: 1,000||Chapter Count: 2/3
Ryou let out a very long, very exasperated sigh and closed his eyes. Fubuki could not wait to hear this explanation. He knew the sort of thing that Edo and Ryou got up to and while he wasn't as quite into the same things they were, he also knew they took precautions so this kind of thing wasn't really supposed to happen.
"These handcuffs are set up so I can unlock them, but I need the key to do it with." He tilted his head so his chin pointed to a spot on the bedstead. "That's where the key is supposed to be."
Fubuki took a look. There wasn't a key there. He responsibly reported that.
"I know. We had an earthquake this morning, remember?"
That got a nod. It hadn't been much of one; hardly enough to wake most people, but it happened all the same. A few ornaments fell here and there, and that was about it.
Then it clicked and Fubuki could almost not believe it. "Did the key fall off?"
"It fell off. Edo had already left by then. He wanted to check on some things at the stadium."
That too didn't surprise Fubuki. Not too long after Edo and Ryou started their relationship, Edo joined in with Ryou and Shou's own Pro League, becoming part owner. He kept a firm eye on their stadium, and even a small earthquake like this could upset things. Better to check and make sure than to not bother and something unwanted turned up.
"Why didn't he unlock you before he left?" Fubuki wasn't always one for logic, but this seemed a good time to make an exception.
Another sigh. "I told him not to worry about it. The key hadn't fallen out of reach then, but I was trying to get to it, and it fell farther down. I think it's under the bed now." Ryou twisted around to give the floor, and part of the bed, a very stern look. "And I can't get to it."
His cell phone wasn't in reach either, sitting on the desk, peacefully recharging. Fubuki strolled over and bent down to look under the bed. Ryou might not ask him to help, but Ryou wanted him to help, and Fubuki would do just about anything for his friends.
"I can't see it," he reported. There wasn't anything under the bed at all. Wherever the key vanished off to, it wasn't there.
Ryou said a few more words. Not all of them were in Japanese. Clearly being with Edo improved his vocabulary all out of bounds.
Fubuki leaned back and examined the handcuffs. "You know, you're kind of in a bind here."
"I noticed that." Ryou bit the words off as of biting into a thick side of meat. "Is there anything that you can do?"
Fubuki considered suggesting a locksmith. He didn't think that would go over very well, not with how hotly Ryou glared. Some things not even Hell Kaiser would face.
To Be Continued
Notes: So what will Fubuki do?
