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At three o'clock the next afternoon, Yagami Raito stood at the Tokyo International Airport, his small carry-on bag clutched tightly in his white-knuckled fist. If any of the passers-by had known Raito, they most certainly wouldn't recognize him now. His face was paler than his wrinkled, white dress shirt, and there were circles under his eyes to rival those of Ryuuzaki's. Sweat dripped abundantly from under tangled auburn hair. Raito knew he looked horrible. He disgusted himself! But there was nothing he could do. Stopping in the airport restroom, Raito attempted to freshen up. He changed his dress shirt into an identical, but clean one. He refreshed his deodorant and his cologne. Finally, he rinsed his sweaty hair in the sink and sat under the hand-dryer, doing his best to look nonchalant. He silently cursed himself every time someone would enter the restroom, looking oddly at the boy under the hand-dryer. After a half-hour had passed, Raito stood. Stretching, he glanced at his wristwatch. Three fifty-two. Shit! Grabbing a paper towel, he wiped the sweat from his tortured brow and disappeared through the bathroom door.
Hell hath no fury like Raito on a mission. Dodging airline carts, old people, small children, and a fat man with a little dog, Raito dashed towards the airport doors. Yanking one open, he flew outside and was promptly drenched Raito skidded to a stop on the wet pavement and looked towards the sky. Floods of rain poured down, gracing Raito's newly dried hair with its icy wetness. Trying not to acknowledge the irony of the situation, Raito began to race towards Ryuuzaki's new apartment.
At that exact moment, said boy was pacing in his new, expansive living room. An expensive crystal chandelier dangled from the high, sloped ceiling, and the authentic leather furniture sat close to the ground, waiting for some unsuspecting fool to sink into its comfortable splendor. But Ryuuzaki did not sink into the chairs. He paced back and forth across the elegant wood floor. Raito was three minutes late. What had happened?
Car wreck…
Hit-and-run…
Mugging…
Drive-by…
Attacked by homicidal pink Chihuahuas? Of course! That was the only logical explanation!
Or maybe he had decided not to come. Maybe he decided that he didn't want to see Ryuuzaki after all? Maybe Raito was completely disgusted by Ryuu...
DING-DONG!
Ryuuzaki's head snapped up. He was here! Ohnohnohnohnohnohno!! What'll I do!!
"Answer the door, you moron!!" Raito called.
Right. Ryuuzaki scolded himself. You told Watari not to do it, and now you are proving to be too incompetent to do it yourself!!
"Ryuuzaki!!"
"COMING!"
The door swung timidly open, and a small, dark-eyed face peered around the corner of it. "Raito-kun?"
"For the love of Kira, Ryuuzaki, open the door!! I'm getting all wet out here!"
Ryuuzaki opened the door fully and Raito hurriedly entered.
He certainly was wet, Ryuuzaki thought, eying Raito appreciatively. His hair is soaked and it's sticking to his nose and he's dripping on my rug and look, his shirt is sticking to his chest...oh…um…
Ryuuzaki ripped his eyes away from Raito's chest. "Raito! You're soaked!"
"Uh, yeah Ryuuzaki! It's raining outside!"
Ryuuzaki walked into the bathroom and pulled out some towels. "Here," he said, thrusting them at Raito, "You'll get pneumonia if you don't dry off…"
"Right…" Raito mumbled, taking the towels and wrapping himself in one. Sinking down on the couch, Raito sighed.
"Wow, this couch is really comfortable."
"Don't encourage it."
"What?"
"Nothing."
Raito looked down at the carpet. "Well, how have you been?"
"Bored. I have not had any intellectual stimulation in a large amount of time."
Raito looked up skeptically. "The case couldn't have been that bad…"
"Really? They used a backhoe to dig up the body, completely destroying all of the evidence, and the killer used a one-of-a-kind collector's pistol with silver bullets. How hard is it to find the people who own the exact gun, and have bought silver bullets? And a backhoe?"
Raito gaped at Ryuuzaki. "Okay, they were pretty dumb."
"Yeah."
Suddenly, Raito shivered. "Wow, then why did they need you to come and solve the ca…" Raito burst into a fit of coughing.
"Raito?" Ryuuzaki said timidly, pounding on the other boy's back."
"Cough, cough, yeah, I'm alright."
Ryuuzaki pressed his lips together into a tight, pinched line. "No you're not. Come on."
"What?"
"We've got to get you out of those wet clothes."
"WHAT!"
"Do you want to catch pneumonia?"
"No, but…"
"Oh, come on! I'm not a rapist you know. We were chained together for months!"
Sighing, Raito followed Ryuuzaki into another room. Ryuuzaki waved a hand towards the tub. "The shower's over there. Make sure it's hot. Leave your clothes in the hamper; I'll fetch some of mine." He eyed Raito doubtfully. "They should fit, though they may be a bit baggier than you're used to…"
"Ok, ok, just leave already!!"
Ryuuzaki sadly turned and walked out of the bathroom. He turned into his bedroom and began rummaging through his drawers. After a moment of digging, he finally found a pair of pants with only one hole, and no cake stains. They would have to do. Re-entering the bathroom, Ryuuzaki placed his pants on the sink and removed Raito's clothing from the hamper.
"RYUUZAKI?" Raito yelled.
"I'm right here, Raito-kun. No need to shout."
"Ack! Ryuuzaki, what are you doing in here?"
"This is my bathroom, you know, Raito-kun. I was bringing in some clothes for you to use. I'm not going ogle you, you know…"
Silence.
"What did you want, Raito?"
"Oh, right. Do you have any soap?"
"Of course! Here…" Ryuuzaki dove under the sink, and after squirming a bit, brought up a full bottle of body wash.
"I bought it because it was strawberry, but I only used it once. I can't stand the smell. It makes me want to eat myself."
Raito looked at the little bottle in terror. "Are you sure that's the only soap you have?"
"Absolutely."
Raito sighed and held his hand out for the soap.
Fifteen minutes later, Raito reappeared in the living room, drying his hair on a fluffy, white towel. Ryuuzaki's eyes widened to their limits. Raito's hair was dangling wetly in his face, and his skin was glistening. The muscles of his chest were toned, yet graceful. The smell of strawberries lingered in the air, making Ryuuzaki's mouth water, and his stomach do flip-flops. In Ryuuzaki's opinion, his old, worn jeans did nothing to diminish Raito's appearance. In fact, they looked very good. The straight legs accentuated the strength of Raito's calves, and the baggy waist sat at a cocked angle, and rode very low on Raito's waist…painfully low. Ryuuzaki swallowed.
"Ryuuzaki?"
Ryuuzaki looked guiltily up and met Raito's amber eyes.
"Yes, Raito-kun?"
"Judging from your expression, I believe a belt is in order?"
"Sorry, Raito-kun, I don't own a belt…"
"What? How do you keep these pants up? There is no way you're bigger than me!"
"Magic."
After a momentary standoff, Raito turned away. "Whatever," he said. "Look all you want."
Ryuuzaki gleefully obliged.
Thanks for reading you guys! Now I not only need reviews, but plot ideas. I have no idea where to go from here! Should I lemon next chapter, or keep it strictly shounen-ai? And what should I do with the overall plot line? HELP ME OUT GUYS!! Your whim in my command. Review!