Mischief: Role-Play

Fuji Syuusuke x Saeki Kojirou

When a boy impersonates another…

Syuusuke laughed uncontrollably as Kojirou continued his imitation of Atobe- in a purple coloured skirt.

"Ore-sama no bigi ni yoi na!" He said in a too-high falsetto, strutting about in her three-inch heels. "Ore-sama is not pleased with the quality of this house! Ore-sama demands that it gets renovated! Oi! Stop laughing, you peasant! Don't you hear Ore-sama? Shut your unworthy lips!"

However, she continued to laugh, her stomach beginning to form its phantom pains. "Y-you-" she doubled over, "are s-such a- such an Atobe!"

Kojirou just continued to give her a dull look, one of his hands on his hip, and the other threaded through his hair. "Ore-sama is an Atobe." He then strutted over to her – his hips swinging from side to side too naturally – his skirt swaying around his legs. "You plebeian."

The brunette was still grinning when his legs went on either side of her waist, resting his posterior on her thighs. "Kojirou…" Her eyes opened somewhat when he suddenly smirked.

"Why are you calling Ore-sama, Kojirou?" He demanded, his falsetto disappearing to deepen into Atobe's voice. She looked surprised for a moment, before her lips curled into a smirk. "Ore-sama is pretty sure that Ore-sama is not that plebeian." His smirk widened. "You need to learn."

"Oh, and what do I need to learn, Atobe-sama?" Syuusuke asked coyly.

Kojirou's hands moved so that they were on either side of her head, his body hovering above hers. The bicolour-haired male then let out a haughty string of laughter. "Ore-sama is Ore-sama. And no one else. Oh- and Ore-sama will be generous. Call me Keigo." His lips pressed against hers, one of his hands moving to cup the back of her head.

"Of course, Kei-chama," She said, once he'd broken their kiss. She shifted slightly, shimmying out of his weight and she sat up. "But what about my boyfriend?" She quirked an eyebrow, grinning widely at him, with a challenging feel to her look.

Kojirou paused for a few minutes, before he flicked his bangs away from his face. "Ore-sama no bigi ni yoi na. Ore-sama does not fear this puny boyfriend." He then sat down on the bed, folding his legs on front of him. He reached out to pull her into his embrace, his arms winding around her waist, but Syuusuke then seemed to notice something that she'd seen as she was pulled towards him.

Her eyes opened in shock. She was speechless- why was he wearing that?

"What?" He frowned slightly, wondering what it was.

She couldn't answer him – a bubbling feeling inside of her was too strong – and she pulled away from his grip to move his (her) skirt a little higher. When she caught another glimpse of it – he had let out a rather girly-sounding protest – the brunette succumbed to what her body was trying to get her to do. Syuusuke began laughing.

"I can't believe-" numerous pants to try to breath, "-that you w-wore-" breathless giggles erupted from her unwilling body, "-my panties!"

He then brightened, before smirking. "You were looking at Ore-sama's crotch. Ore-sama is flattered."

She fell into a bigger fit of laughter.

Atobe would be so offended should he find out about this!

-x-

"Hello, Kei-chan."

"Heh, so you finally decided to come into Ore-sama's-"

He was caught off when Syuusuke barely glanced at him as she walked towards Kojirou, her smile widening. She hugged him tightly, but as she let him go, she heard Kojirou whisper, "Ore-sama would like you to come over tonight. … There might be some… Role-playing going on?"

"Of course, Kei-chama…"

This would be amusing. Who would he impersonate next?

Note: Happy Valentine's Day!