A/N I like shorter chapters. I don't know. This isn't going to be a long fic, and I mostly want to
get to the end because I have some REALLY good ideas for it, but I have to actually get to point
B from point A, so I hope I don't bore anyone along the way. Shouts out to panatlantic for being
the only person to bother reviewing the first chapter. I'm still going to write this, even if I get
none, but it would be nice. ^_^ I want to know how to improve. Enjoy this chapter.
Chapter Two - The Obligatory Shower Scene
"Well then..." Fujisaki Suguru stood in the middle of the abandoned foyer all dressed in his
stylish and standard suit. "At least I'm rid of Ryuichi and Shuichi for now," Suguru smiled to no
one in particular, "But I suppose I should find Hiro. Maybe convince him to dump Ayaka.
Maybe convince the author to change the rating. Well, won't accomplish much standing here.
Better find them before they hurt themselves."
And with that, Suguru calmly walked back through the door into the dark hallway. A dripping
sound eminated from one of the rooms. Heading towards it, he noticed steam pouring out the
bottom of the door. "A bathroom... Oh no... Not a lemon... Dear god not a lemon... I do NOT
want to do a bathroom scene..." Despite these inner prayers, Suguru opened to door to a full
blast of the steam. Collapsing to one side of the door, he waited until it was physically safe and
possible to enter the bathroom. And, of course, there was a shower. And it was on, and there
was a form in it.
With another of his sighs, Suguru ripped open the shower curtain, expecting, hoping, to see the
guitarist of his dreams. Instead, he found a most unusual sight. Shuichi was there. And by
some miracle, he was fully clothed. "Quit fooling around, Shindou-san, we really should find
the others." Shuichi didn't answer. "Hmm... Quiet... For once..." Suguru pondered this aloud,
realizing that a quiet Shuichi couldn't be right. It was then he noticed the singer's hand were
bound with rope, and attached to the shower head. And as his body slowly turned around,
Suguru fell back gasping at what he saw. The room was steamed for a reason, "Sh... Shindou-
san.... SHUICHI!!!!" Suguru yelled at the top of his lungs, unable to comprehend what the
burning water had done...
Switching his legs around to kneel, Suguru noticed something unusual at Shuichi's feet. A pair
of pink rabbit ears stuck out of the slowly overflowing bathtub. "Ku... Kumagoro...?
Ryuichi!?" Suguru jumped to his feet, unsure of why the other singer's most prized possession
would be in there... "No, he wouldn't... He couldn't..."
As Suguru leaned towards the stuffed bunny, barely visible below the water, a steel column rose
from the water, attached to it at the bottom, was Kumagoro. The column landed in front of
Suguru. As it landed, the steel became identifiable. The two foot tall Kumagoro was weilding a
three foot long pair of shears. Sharp shears. "No... It's not possible... How can a stupid
bunny..." But it didn't really matter as something more important came to mind. Namely,
running.
And run the surprisingly fast Suguru did. Running back into the hallway, he slammed the door
behind him. Not knowing if it would stop the seemingly possessed stuffed animal, Suguru
glanced at the nearby doors. Picking the closest, he opened it to a master bedroom. With beds.
Giving a silent thanks, Suguru fell to the floor, and easily fit his small frame under one of the
two beds in the room.
Just as he did this, he heard something smash through a door. "So the bunny can get through...
And I though Ryuichi had a lot of energy..." And after a short pause, the door to the bedroom
smashed, scattering small spinters everywhere. All the young musician could see was a pair of
fluffy legs walking across the room. But that didn't compare to the horrific sound of metal
sliding against metal, with a determined feel to it. Holding his breath, a technique he practiced
often to keep from snapping at Shuichi everytime the exuberant singer annoyed him, he only
hoped the feet would continue to the next room.
Kumagoro stopped. The scissors stopped to. Listening for something. Then, to Suguru's relief,
they walked out of view, and the smash of another door signalled the exit of the murderous
bunny rabbit. But that didn't encourage the young man to move. Lost in fear, Suguru stayed
hidden for what seemed like an eternity. All he knew was that he must escape, and soon. But
first, he had to find Hiro.
get to the end because I have some REALLY good ideas for it, but I have to actually get to point
B from point A, so I hope I don't bore anyone along the way. Shouts out to panatlantic for being
the only person to bother reviewing the first chapter. I'm still going to write this, even if I get
none, but it would be nice. ^_^ I want to know how to improve. Enjoy this chapter.
Chapter Two - The Obligatory Shower Scene
"Well then..." Fujisaki Suguru stood in the middle of the abandoned foyer all dressed in his
stylish and standard suit. "At least I'm rid of Ryuichi and Shuichi for now," Suguru smiled to no
one in particular, "But I suppose I should find Hiro. Maybe convince him to dump Ayaka.
Maybe convince the author to change the rating. Well, won't accomplish much standing here.
Better find them before they hurt themselves."
And with that, Suguru calmly walked back through the door into the dark hallway. A dripping
sound eminated from one of the rooms. Heading towards it, he noticed steam pouring out the
bottom of the door. "A bathroom... Oh no... Not a lemon... Dear god not a lemon... I do NOT
want to do a bathroom scene..." Despite these inner prayers, Suguru opened to door to a full
blast of the steam. Collapsing to one side of the door, he waited until it was physically safe and
possible to enter the bathroom. And, of course, there was a shower. And it was on, and there
was a form in it.
With another of his sighs, Suguru ripped open the shower curtain, expecting, hoping, to see the
guitarist of his dreams. Instead, he found a most unusual sight. Shuichi was there. And by
some miracle, he was fully clothed. "Quit fooling around, Shindou-san, we really should find
the others." Shuichi didn't answer. "Hmm... Quiet... For once..." Suguru pondered this aloud,
realizing that a quiet Shuichi couldn't be right. It was then he noticed the singer's hand were
bound with rope, and attached to the shower head. And as his body slowly turned around,
Suguru fell back gasping at what he saw. The room was steamed for a reason, "Sh... Shindou-
san.... SHUICHI!!!!" Suguru yelled at the top of his lungs, unable to comprehend what the
burning water had done...
Switching his legs around to kneel, Suguru noticed something unusual at Shuichi's feet. A pair
of pink rabbit ears stuck out of the slowly overflowing bathtub. "Ku... Kumagoro...?
Ryuichi!?" Suguru jumped to his feet, unsure of why the other singer's most prized possession
would be in there... "No, he wouldn't... He couldn't..."
As Suguru leaned towards the stuffed bunny, barely visible below the water, a steel column rose
from the water, attached to it at the bottom, was Kumagoro. The column landed in front of
Suguru. As it landed, the steel became identifiable. The two foot tall Kumagoro was weilding a
three foot long pair of shears. Sharp shears. "No... It's not possible... How can a stupid
bunny..." But it didn't really matter as something more important came to mind. Namely,
running.
And run the surprisingly fast Suguru did. Running back into the hallway, he slammed the door
behind him. Not knowing if it would stop the seemingly possessed stuffed animal, Suguru
glanced at the nearby doors. Picking the closest, he opened it to a master bedroom. With beds.
Giving a silent thanks, Suguru fell to the floor, and easily fit his small frame under one of the
two beds in the room.
Just as he did this, he heard something smash through a door. "So the bunny can get through...
And I though Ryuichi had a lot of energy..." And after a short pause, the door to the bedroom
smashed, scattering small spinters everywhere. All the young musician could see was a pair of
fluffy legs walking across the room. But that didn't compare to the horrific sound of metal
sliding against metal, with a determined feel to it. Holding his breath, a technique he practiced
often to keep from snapping at Shuichi everytime the exuberant singer annoyed him, he only
hoped the feet would continue to the next room.
Kumagoro stopped. The scissors stopped to. Listening for something. Then, to Suguru's relief,
they walked out of view, and the smash of another door signalled the exit of the murderous
bunny rabbit. But that didn't encourage the young man to move. Lost in fear, Suguru stayed
hidden for what seemed like an eternity. All he knew was that he must escape, and soon. But
first, he had to find Hiro.