In retrospect Yuki's car might have been a better choice
BUT I DIDN'T THINK!
So instead it's Touma's pimp mobile that's missing.
(I love that pimp mobile reference, but it ain't mine so I can't use it in
the fic dammit)
Then again, maybe Suguru wouldn't help if it weren't Touma's car so I guess
it had to be.
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Shuichi nervously shuffled in front of the door, before Suguru heaved a sigh and pushed him aside to knock. Shuichi had wanted to go to Hiro's but Suguru wasn't too convinced how. . . discrete Hiro would be when it came to his pride. He was quite convinced K wouldn't be that much more understanding.
"What the hell was I thinking?" He muttered diving into a nearby bush to hide.
Somebody was at the door momentarily. It was not K.
"Shhhh!" He practically screamed in a shushing way.
"Hiro?" Asked Shuichi uncertainly.
Hiro facefaulted at being caught out by the only person in the whole of Japan who might 'think stuff' at him being caught at his managers house dressed in nothing but a bedsheet toga and a fluorescent pink thong monogrammed in rhinestones with the words 'Spicy Caribbean'.
Well. . .
Perhaps not the only one.
The image was particularly burned into Shuichi's brain, as he thought Spicy Caribbean might not be a bad title for the 'Marmalade remix Suguru had been working on.
"Hiroooo! What are you doing here?" Whined Shuichi after shaking his head furiously to banish the 'stuff' he had been thinking. "No never mind that! More importantly, do you remember anything about what happened last night?"
Hiro thought real hard for a couple minutes.
"No, not really." Hiro, who was wondering why a bush in K's garden was wearing an ugly brocade wedding dress, began to worry. In all honesty he too was wondering why he had woken up at K's in the aforementioned thong, but was too afraid to wake K to ask.
Suguru sidled up bedsides Shuichi to whisper something.
"AND give us clothes!" Demanded Shuichi, who thought the request was overrated, but then he wasn't the one in satin and lace so added it anyway).
'Us'?
"Oh gawd Shuichi! Not again!" Sighed Hiro (partially in relief that it wasn't his own drunken nuptials they'd ended up celebrating the night before) . "I'm sorry miss, when my friend gets too drunk he . . ." Suguru lifted his veil to glare at Hiro who suffered his first cardiac arrest. "That was . . . exceptionally unexpected."
"No more unexpected than finding you here in a hot pink thong." Quipped Shuichi.
"Touché." Remarked Hiro. "Well I suppose you better come in."
Suguru had been all for waking K, but soon changed his mind when he found the man ACTUALLY DID sleep with a loaded weapon (and not the hentai kind).
"What do you mean there's nothing?" Demanded Suguru of Hiro. He demanded in a very low, very quiet voice. "Surely K owns more than one suit!"
Hiro shrugged.
"When I woke up I was wearing this . . . and holding a large bouquet of white roses . . . and no clothing in the whole damn place!" He scowled at Shuichi who was smirking evilly. "Don't even think it!" He warned. "It's like . . . like. . ."
"Two drunken idiots shanghaied my wardrobe." Finished K, wandering into the kitchen wearing a blessedly opaque shower curtain, red eyed and weary, to get an aspirin.
"K! You're being civil!" Shuichi yelped, perhaps a little higher in pitch than necessary as everyone winced in pain. "Aren't you going to yell at me or something?" He asked, genuinely confused, pulling the dragged-up Suguru into the spotlight with him.
"Again?" K sighed, knocking back a second aspirin just to be on the safe side. He glanced between the packet and his watch. "It says here I have about 15 minutes before this aspirin kicks in. That means you have exactly 15 minutes to find and return my things, or 15 minutes to run as far as possible." For added measure, he took out his BFG2000, and started loading it with a menace.
Shuichi started dragging Suguru out.
"Wait! Touma's car!" Exclaimed Suguru.
"I believe you were headed to Sakuma's." K's body language added: 'my revenge will be swift and terrible'.
Shuichi succeeded in fleeing with the dazed Suguru.
Hiro looked between the retreating figures to K to the retreating figures. Why am I still here? He wondered wistfully.
"So. . . exactly how did I end up here again?"
"You caught the bouquet." Smirked K.
"Oh?"
"It's tradition. Whoever catches the bouquet will be the next to get married."
"But I still don't understand why . . . and why did you let them take your clothes?"
"How to put this . . . Ah! I believe in your own words as you helped them . . . " K grinned even broader. "You won't be needing clothes anymore." Hiro had discovered a new shade of white to turn. "I may give them 30 minutes." He finished with a purr, advancing on the hapless Hiro.
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Shuichi nervously shuffled in front of the door, before Suguru heaved a sigh and pushed him aside to knock. Shuichi had wanted to go to Hiro's but Suguru wasn't too convinced how. . . discrete Hiro would be when it came to his pride. He was quite convinced K wouldn't be that much more understanding.
"What the hell was I thinking?" He muttered diving into a nearby bush to hide.
Somebody was at the door momentarily. It was not K.
"Shhhh!" He practically screamed in a shushing way.
"Hiro?" Asked Shuichi uncertainly.
Hiro facefaulted at being caught out by the only person in the whole of Japan who might 'think stuff' at him being caught at his managers house dressed in nothing but a bedsheet toga and a fluorescent pink thong monogrammed in rhinestones with the words 'Spicy Caribbean'.
Well. . .
Perhaps not the only one.
The image was particularly burned into Shuichi's brain, as he thought Spicy Caribbean might not be a bad title for the 'Marmalade remix Suguru had been working on.
"Hiroooo! What are you doing here?" Whined Shuichi after shaking his head furiously to banish the 'stuff' he had been thinking. "No never mind that! More importantly, do you remember anything about what happened last night?"
Hiro thought real hard for a couple minutes.
"No, not really." Hiro, who was wondering why a bush in K's garden was wearing an ugly brocade wedding dress, began to worry. In all honesty he too was wondering why he had woken up at K's in the aforementioned thong, but was too afraid to wake K to ask.
Suguru sidled up bedsides Shuichi to whisper something.
"AND give us clothes!" Demanded Shuichi, who thought the request was overrated, but then he wasn't the one in satin and lace so added it anyway).
'Us'?
"Oh gawd Shuichi! Not again!" Sighed Hiro (partially in relief that it wasn't his own drunken nuptials they'd ended up celebrating the night before) . "I'm sorry miss, when my friend gets too drunk he . . ." Suguru lifted his veil to glare at Hiro who suffered his first cardiac arrest. "That was . . . exceptionally unexpected."
"No more unexpected than finding you here in a hot pink thong." Quipped Shuichi.
"Touché." Remarked Hiro. "Well I suppose you better come in."
Suguru had been all for waking K, but soon changed his mind when he found the man ACTUALLY DID sleep with a loaded weapon (and not the hentai kind).
"What do you mean there's nothing?" Demanded Suguru of Hiro. He demanded in a very low, very quiet voice. "Surely K owns more than one suit!"
Hiro shrugged.
"When I woke up I was wearing this . . . and holding a large bouquet of white roses . . . and no clothing in the whole damn place!" He scowled at Shuichi who was smirking evilly. "Don't even think it!" He warned. "It's like . . . like. . ."
"Two drunken idiots shanghaied my wardrobe." Finished K, wandering into the kitchen wearing a blessedly opaque shower curtain, red eyed and weary, to get an aspirin.
"K! You're being civil!" Shuichi yelped, perhaps a little higher in pitch than necessary as everyone winced in pain. "Aren't you going to yell at me or something?" He asked, genuinely confused, pulling the dragged-up Suguru into the spotlight with him.
"Again?" K sighed, knocking back a second aspirin just to be on the safe side. He glanced between the packet and his watch. "It says here I have about 15 minutes before this aspirin kicks in. That means you have exactly 15 minutes to find and return my things, or 15 minutes to run as far as possible." For added measure, he took out his BFG2000, and started loading it with a menace.
Shuichi started dragging Suguru out.
"Wait! Touma's car!" Exclaimed Suguru.
"I believe you were headed to Sakuma's." K's body language added: 'my revenge will be swift and terrible'.
Shuichi succeeded in fleeing with the dazed Suguru.
Hiro looked between the retreating figures to K to the retreating figures. Why am I still here? He wondered wistfully.
"So. . . exactly how did I end up here again?"
"You caught the bouquet." Smirked K.
"Oh?"
"It's tradition. Whoever catches the bouquet will be the next to get married."
"But I still don't understand why . . . and why did you let them take your clothes?"
"How to put this . . . Ah! I believe in your own words as you helped them . . . " K grinned even broader. "You won't be needing clothes anymore." Hiro had discovered a new shade of white to turn. "I may give them 30 minutes." He finished with a purr, advancing on the hapless Hiro.