Author's Note: Just got time to update! Fuck yeah for winter break! I think I managed to escape from school with no homework, so I decided to work on this instead! I know I haven't updated for, like, eons, and I'm sorry. I had those ten classes to take care of – and I got two A's and two B's in my four college classes! :D OK, I'll start (cough -try- cough) writing now... _

The Amazing Adventures of Motochika and Nari-chan!

"You're late, hoodlum."

Motochika groaned inwardly at the sound of his neighbor's voice.

"Well, I might have been a little less late if you'd at least unlocked the door! I had to pick the lock!"

Motonari was unfazed by this. "Yes, yes. I was aware that you possessed that particular skill set, so why waste effort when it's not necessary?"

The silver haired man just shrugged exaggeratedly, too tired to really carry on an argument. He yawned. "Alright, let's get this over with. Where the fuck do I start?"

"The kitchen. It's still covered in spinach and bits of nacho."

More groaning.

Adventure!

Motochika let out a huge sigh of relief as he finally managed to finish dusting, sweeping, and mopping the entire first floor. He leaned against the counter, exhausted, as he was not used to cleaning anything... ever.

The brunette, who had been carefully monitoring his progress, nodded his approval. "Excellent. Now, come straighten up the living room."

"Awww, but Nari-chaaan! Can't I rest for just a minute?!" the taller one protested.

"The sooner you finish, the sooner you can relax," Motonari replied, skillfully evading the question.

Motochika swore under his breath, but gathered up his little bucket of cleaning supplies and followed his neighbor into the living room nonetheless.

There was an overturned sofa, an impossibly skewed rug, a toppled DVD rack, and several important-looking wires strewn about on the floor. He felt his heart sink. Judging by the large collection of movies (that, knowing Motonari, which he did, probably had to first be sorted by genre and then alphabetically), this particular room would be his hell for at least an hour.

He first righted the couch, dusting off the cushions and returning the throw pillows to their original positions.

Next, he shifted all the furniture off the rug in question, then somehow managed to get it back to where it belonged (with some verbal guidance and support from his neighbor, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor across from him and being amazingly unhelpful, in Motochika's opinion).

Then, he had the time of his life trying to figure out where the fuck all the goddamn wires had come from, and then, how to reconnect them. He actually almost managed to strangle himself when an unnoticed wire wrapped its way around his neck and left arm. After much swearing, this grueling task was complete.

Finally, the moment the silver haired man had been dreading: the great sorting. He was crying on the inside when he turned to ask Motonari, "How do you want these arranged?"

"First, sort them by genre, then organize them alphabetically," his neighbor replied somewhat offhandedly as he started eating some of the leftovers from the Cookie Incident.

"You actually liked those?" Motochika asked, somewhat astonished, as he sat down and began separating everything into piles. "I thought you said they were the most disgusting things you'd ever laid eyes on."

"Besides you, of course," Motonari remarked sarcastically. "They're... an acquired taste, I suppose. I've grown to enjoy them."

Motchika ignored the jab aimed at him, instead deciding to take pride in the fact that his picky neighbor actually liked something he had made. He started sorting again, this time with a goofy smile on his face.

Adventure!

"Hey, Nari-chan, why do you have so goddamn many chick flicks?"

"I find them most entertaining. Keiji got me into them."

"HA! He was probably trying to use them to teach you that bullshit about 'the power of LOVE!'" the taller of the two replied, almost perfectly imitating Keiji's voice. This got a laugh out of Motonari.

"I'm sure. Is he still trying to hit on Magoichi?"

Motochika thought for a minute, putting down the romantic comedy he was holding. "I think so. Dude needs to learn when to give up. The chick's completely batshit."

"I think she just acts that way to try and dissuade him. He rarely leaves her side," Motonari responded. "Wouldn't you go to extreme measures, if you were in her situation?"

"Hell no! I'd just be like, 'Hey, I'm not interested, bro' and be done with it. Keiji's kinda thick-headed when it comes to this sort of stuff, so she needs to be direct with him."

"Hmm. I see. So, what is your opinion on..."

And this is how the two of them ended up laying on the floor and gossiping like school kids.

Adventure!

"Oh shit! It's been like seven hours!"

The brunette rolled over, then stood up to check the clock on the stove. "You're right."

"I know I'm right! I've been sitting around for... Blargh! I still haven't even finished with the DVDs!"

Motonari sighed. "Fine. Move over."

Motochika scooted to the side, allowing his friend to huddle up beside him.

"Motochika. Hand me that movie."

"Yeah, sure thing Nari-ch- err, Motonari."

He leaned forward to grab the case of a movie called "Mystery Men". He passed it over, then went to get a few more. With the two of them working together, it went by a lot more quickly. Soon enough, they had finished. The metal rack stood in its old space once more, filled with painstakingly organized DVD cases.

"Anything else I have to do?" Motochika asked, adjusting his eyepatch and running a hand through his hair.

"Umm..." Motonari paused. "I... I don't believe there is. Unless you'd like to help me fill in the hole in the wall from where Magoichi threw that knife yesterday."

"Sure, why not."

Adventure!

"No! NO! DON'T GO IN THERE! IT'S A TRAP!" There is the sound of screaming as a chainsaw starts up. Blood goes everywhere. "GODDAMNIT!"

Motochika tries to wrestle the remote away from the brunette, but he's quicker than he looks. He jumps to the other couch as the silver haired man leaps at him, instead crashing into the back of the sofa. "YOU KNOW I CAN'T WATCH SCARY MOVIES AT NIGHT!"

"That I do. However, this is my house and I like this movie, so we're watching it."

There's spooky music playing now, and Motochika is getting scared all over again. He grabs a quilt from the basket beside the sofa and hides under it for a while, peeking out when the music stops. Suddenly, the killer jumps out from within a closet, attacking his hapless victim. Motochika lets out a bloodcurdling pterodactyl shriek before darting back under the blanket.

Motonari found himself chuckling at the sight. "I'm going to go make popcorn. I'll be back in a minute."

"Don't leave me," the heap under the covers hissed.

"I'll just be in the other room. You'll be fine," Motonari insisted, rolling his eyes. "Don't destroy anything while I'm gone."

As soon as the smaller man left, everything went downhill. The TV showed someone getting decapitated, then someone else's limbs being torn off. Motochika almost threw up when it got to the nail-pulling scene.

Needless to say, Motonari returned to a sobbing mess on his couch, who was gibbering something about needles and hot chocolate.

Motonari shoved his friend's foot aside to make room for himself. "Here. Want some popcorn?" he asked, holding out the bowl.

"I'll never eat again," Motochika stated flatly as he reached for a handful, at which the other scoffed.

After a minute, Motochika seemed to finally have calmed down enough to watch the remainder of the movie without screaming or crying hysterically. "Hey, Nari-chan."

"Don't call me that," the other replied immediately, more out of habit than genuine annoyance.

"It's not so scary when I'm not by myself," Motochika finished, reaching for another fistful of popcorn. "We should do this again. It's fun hanging out."

"Whatever. As long as you don't invite all those people, as well... Unless you fancy cleaning my house again."

"Haha! Never again."

And that was how Motonari and Motochika learned to tolerate and (somewhat) respect each other.

Author's Note (Again): I can imagine Motochika going home and Gumby, like, pecking him really hard for forgetting about him all day XD Anyway, shitty ending is shitty, and I'm sorry for that :P