"What happened to our original plan of lies 'n deceit? I liked that plan!"
"I'm not going any further in a dress dammit!"
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After five minutes of knocking, Yuki finally answered the door. He looked from the tuxedo clad Shuichi (who had decided that given his current, sorry state of affairs it was better to knock than head in full force) to the dragged up Suguru.
"Again?" He stated simply, raising one hand to massage his temple. Shuichi nodded sadly. He opened the door wide to allow the two entry. Shuichi disappeared to find some clothes.
"Let me fill in the blanks for you." Muttered Yuki darkly while Suguru stood awkwardly in the main room.
"You got drunk. You allowed Shuichi to get drunk." That was a reasonable assumption. Yuki took out a cigarette and lit up. Suguru was actually kind of relieved. Yuki was normally very possessive of Shuichi, he'd presumed when they dragged their sorry asses in Yuki would have killed him.
"Shuichi is obsessed with weddings." Picking up the album, he crossed over to the cupboard, producing several with titles such as 'Treasured Memories' and 'Congratulations'. Shuichi and Yuki. Shuichi and Hiro. Shuichi and K, Shuichi and Yuki, Shuichi and Ryuichi, Shuichi and Touma (what the hell?), Shuichi and Yuki, Shuichi and Tatsuha. . . it was a yaoi fans dream come true. There were more but Suguru didn't get a chance to see.
"How to say. . . when he is drunk enough, he can be convincing. Very convincing." Confided Yuki.
"Yuuuuuuki! You promised not to show those to anyone!" Whined Shuichi reentering the room with a change of casual clothes for Suguru.
"It's a special occasion!" Sniffed Yuki. "You usually wear the dress."
"I was drunk!" Exclaimed Shuichi and Suguru in unison.
"Even when he married Mika he wore the . . ."
"YUKIIIII!" Whined Shuichi, nearly in tears, pummeling the author who was taking entirely too much amusement at the situation for Suguru's liking.
". . . aren't you worried someone will take advantage of Shuichi?" Interrupted Suguru, wide eyed.
"He only ever marries people he's known for a while." Yuki remarked. "So they have to be incredibly intoxicated to agree - which renders the likelihood of anything else (beyond getting nekkid) zero." He stated simply as if this explained all. "Not to mention he promised not to get drunk anymore." Yuki glared at Shuichi who 'eeped'.
"Hiro knew about this." Stated Suguru, slamming the album on the coffee table - Yuki returned his preciouses to their secret hold to avoid any further casual destruction). Obviously K too, if that album were any indicator (of course Suguru knew better than to swear vengeance on the guy with the gun - so Hiro and Hiro alone would feel the wrath of Fujisaki).
"Did you consider the option he set you up?" Yuki remarked lighting up another cigarette (stating the obvious perhaps, but when one lives with the perpetually obtuse, one picks up bad habits).
"I'll kill him!" Declared Suguru, marching out the door to murder his new target (and hopefully find the car - though this was now a secondary concern). He paused in his new mission only to return, change clothes, and borrow the Touma album (just in case he didn't find the car - not to mention a deep seated curiosity).
Yuki had been surprisingly obliging, even going so far as to point out the most compromising shots. Or at leas the had been obliging, right up until he noticed that big red hickey on Suguru's neck that had been previously hidden by the seeded pearl choker.
"Why'd you **sniffle** have to have that?" Bawled Shuichi into his vanilla coke. Suguru was fairly certain allowing Shuichi to consume caffeine was tantamount to suicide - but wasn't of a state of mind himself to care.
"Baka. Who gave it to me?"
Shuichi paled, got over being thrown out of Yuki's apartment, and went to see if the 24hr diner they were in happened to sell toothbrushes.
Well . . . perhaps 'thrown out' wasn't quite the right expression. 'Had fled screaming' might be a better one. But then the sight of the normally indifferent author wielding a melon baller like that . . . (one might presume he had meant to grab a knife however the intended victims were not dallied to question this choice of utensil).
"Snap out of it Shindo!" Demanded Suguru decisively. The impact was mostly lost since Shuichi had indeed already snapped out of it (being somewhat of an expert when it came to being-thrown-out-of/fleeing-in-terror from Yuki's apartment) and was currently exchanging pleasantries with the waitress (the kind which involved an inane amount of blushing and giggling and pointing at himself). "We have to find Tohma's car!" He hated to admit it, but if he had to talk to Ryuichi he might need Shuichi to interpret.
"You're going to see Ryuichi?" Tatsuha manifested.
Tatsuha had given a speech once in the coffee lounge at NG, which had been disturbingly convincing and researched to the effect that Shuichi was a clone of Ryuichi. As Ryuichi was Tatsuha's soulmate, it was okay for Tatsuha to grope Shuichi. Demonstration.
Too confuzzled at all the big words to resist (which may have been the original intent), but having seen Star Wars II thirteen and a half times, Shuichi had asked if Tatsuha was a clone of Yuki, since he supposed that would be alright then.
Yes.
Tatsuha was subsequently throttled by the author.
"I'm helping Suguru look for Tohma's car!" Beamed Shuichi, oblivious to the hand rather blatantly running up his thigh. Suguru couldn't help but wonder if Shuichi was in denial or had already genuinely forgotten . . . the rest. It was extremely OOC for Shuichi to have something like . . . say . . . discretion. Having no particular wish to reveal any more than necessary, he chose to keep quiet on the matter.
"Are we going to look at Ryuichi's? I bet it's there! Let's look there first!" Cheered Tatsuha, inviting himself to sit at the table.
"That's just what I thought too!" Chimed Shuichi.
As if they had any other leads. AND they had to keep moving since at least two homicidal blondes were after them (maybe 3 if Tohma had already found out). Suguru felt the need to hit someone.
. . . Preferably someone with pink hair.
"I'm not going any further in a dress dammit!"
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After five minutes of knocking, Yuki finally answered the door. He looked from the tuxedo clad Shuichi (who had decided that given his current, sorry state of affairs it was better to knock than head in full force) to the dragged up Suguru.
"Again?" He stated simply, raising one hand to massage his temple. Shuichi nodded sadly. He opened the door wide to allow the two entry. Shuichi disappeared to find some clothes.
"Let me fill in the blanks for you." Muttered Yuki darkly while Suguru stood awkwardly in the main room.
"You got drunk. You allowed Shuichi to get drunk." That was a reasonable assumption. Yuki took out a cigarette and lit up. Suguru was actually kind of relieved. Yuki was normally very possessive of Shuichi, he'd presumed when they dragged their sorry asses in Yuki would have killed him.
"Shuichi is obsessed with weddings." Picking up the album, he crossed over to the cupboard, producing several with titles such as 'Treasured Memories' and 'Congratulations'. Shuichi and Yuki. Shuichi and Hiro. Shuichi and K, Shuichi and Yuki, Shuichi and Ryuichi, Shuichi and Touma (what the hell?), Shuichi and Yuki, Shuichi and Tatsuha. . . it was a yaoi fans dream come true. There were more but Suguru didn't get a chance to see.
"How to say. . . when he is drunk enough, he can be convincing. Very convincing." Confided Yuki.
"Yuuuuuuki! You promised not to show those to anyone!" Whined Shuichi reentering the room with a change of casual clothes for Suguru.
"It's a special occasion!" Sniffed Yuki. "You usually wear the dress."
"I was drunk!" Exclaimed Shuichi and Suguru in unison.
"Even when he married Mika he wore the . . ."
"YUKIIIII!" Whined Shuichi, nearly in tears, pummeling the author who was taking entirely too much amusement at the situation for Suguru's liking.
". . . aren't you worried someone will take advantage of Shuichi?" Interrupted Suguru, wide eyed.
"He only ever marries people he's known for a while." Yuki remarked. "So they have to be incredibly intoxicated to agree - which renders the likelihood of anything else (beyond getting nekkid) zero." He stated simply as if this explained all. "Not to mention he promised not to get drunk anymore." Yuki glared at Shuichi who 'eeped'.
"Hiro knew about this." Stated Suguru, slamming the album on the coffee table - Yuki returned his preciouses to their secret hold to avoid any further casual destruction). Obviously K too, if that album were any indicator (of course Suguru knew better than to swear vengeance on the guy with the gun - so Hiro and Hiro alone would feel the wrath of Fujisaki).
"Did you consider the option he set you up?" Yuki remarked lighting up another cigarette (stating the obvious perhaps, but when one lives with the perpetually obtuse, one picks up bad habits).
"I'll kill him!" Declared Suguru, marching out the door to murder his new target (and hopefully find the car - though this was now a secondary concern). He paused in his new mission only to return, change clothes, and borrow the Touma album (just in case he didn't find the car - not to mention a deep seated curiosity).
Yuki had been surprisingly obliging, even going so far as to point out the most compromising shots. Or at leas the had been obliging, right up until he noticed that big red hickey on Suguru's neck that had been previously hidden by the seeded pearl choker.
"Why'd you **sniffle** have to have that?" Bawled Shuichi into his vanilla coke. Suguru was fairly certain allowing Shuichi to consume caffeine was tantamount to suicide - but wasn't of a state of mind himself to care.
"Baka. Who gave it to me?"
Shuichi paled, got over being thrown out of Yuki's apartment, and went to see if the 24hr diner they were in happened to sell toothbrushes.
Well . . . perhaps 'thrown out' wasn't quite the right expression. 'Had fled screaming' might be a better one. But then the sight of the normally indifferent author wielding a melon baller like that . . . (one might presume he had meant to grab a knife however the intended victims were not dallied to question this choice of utensil).
"Snap out of it Shindo!" Demanded Suguru decisively. The impact was mostly lost since Shuichi had indeed already snapped out of it (being somewhat of an expert when it came to being-thrown-out-of/fleeing-in-terror from Yuki's apartment) and was currently exchanging pleasantries with the waitress (the kind which involved an inane amount of blushing and giggling and pointing at himself). "We have to find Tohma's car!" He hated to admit it, but if he had to talk to Ryuichi he might need Shuichi to interpret.
"You're going to see Ryuichi?" Tatsuha manifested.
Tatsuha had given a speech once in the coffee lounge at NG, which had been disturbingly convincing and researched to the effect that Shuichi was a clone of Ryuichi. As Ryuichi was Tatsuha's soulmate, it was okay for Tatsuha to grope Shuichi. Demonstration.
Too confuzzled at all the big words to resist (which may have been the original intent), but having seen Star Wars II thirteen and a half times, Shuichi had asked if Tatsuha was a clone of Yuki, since he supposed that would be alright then.
Yes.
Tatsuha was subsequently throttled by the author.
"I'm helping Suguru look for Tohma's car!" Beamed Shuichi, oblivious to the hand rather blatantly running up his thigh. Suguru couldn't help but wonder if Shuichi was in denial or had already genuinely forgotten . . . the rest. It was extremely OOC for Shuichi to have something like . . . say . . . discretion. Having no particular wish to reveal any more than necessary, he chose to keep quiet on the matter.
"Are we going to look at Ryuichi's? I bet it's there! Let's look there first!" Cheered Tatsuha, inviting himself to sit at the table.
"That's just what I thought too!" Chimed Shuichi.
As if they had any other leads. AND they had to keep moving since at least two homicidal blondes were after them (maybe 3 if Tohma had already found out). Suguru felt the need to hit someone.
. . . Preferably someone with pink hair.