"The guy, Mr. Yuki, looked kinda pissed," Kioko whispered, slipping on her backpack. "I know. Its kinda creepy but at the same time..." Shuichi trailed off and put on his own backpack.

"No! Can it be?" Kioko placed her hands over her heart. "Is the Great King Thief Shuichi in love!" Kioko placed a hand on her forehead. "It can't be so!" Shuichi bit his lip and slugged Kioko, who grapped her arm in mock pain.

"Shut up. Here he comes." Shuichi nodded his head over to the the tall blonde guy who was walking towards them. "Lets go," he growled, walking past them without a second glance.

Kioko jogged after him. "Which ones your car," she asked. He pointed to the black car right in front. "I call front," she shouted to Shuichi and took off running. "What! No way!" Shuichi ran after her, leaving a glaring and slightly amused Yuki behind.

They both reached the car at the same time and broke into a fight over who sat up front.

Child's game.

"Both of you! In the back!" They stopped fighting and looked at Yuki. "Now," he bellowed. The two scrambled into the back without wasting another second but the girl...what was her name again? Oh right. Kioko. Kioko stuck her head out the window and said to him," Check your fly, Boss." The way she had said boss was intended as an insult. Yuki look down and growled. He zipped his fly and got in the drivers seat.

"There are rules in the house. If you don't like them then too bad." He looked in the rearview mirror and gripped the stearing wheel. They weren't listening to them. The boy Shuichi was leaning over Kioko's shoulder, looking at whatever she was doing on the laptop she had.

"Are you listening," Yuki growled.

Shuichi looked up and said, "No." Yuki really wanted to reached back there and slap them both.

"No, make it ligher." Shuichi pointed to something over her shoulder and Kioko's gaze went back to the laptop.

"Lighter?" Shuichi nodded his head.

Yuki watchd as Shuichi brushed a strand of his hair out of his face. He sifted in his seat, his grip on the streeing wheel tightened, as the car slowed down to a stop. Shuichi's pink tongue darted out and Yuki's mind morphed into slow motion as he watch him lick his lips. A horn honked and a driver yelled, "Fuckin' move it, damn it!" Yuki turned his attention back to the road and pressed on the gas, letting the car launch forward.

"Pay attention," Yuki snapped.

"No, you pay attention to the road! And if you can't I'll kick your sorry ass out of this car and drive myself," Kioko said, her eyes never leaving her laptop.

Yuki's jaw opened...shut then opened again. No one ever spoke to him like that. Not even his own sister!

Shuichi whispered something to Kioko before unbuckling his seat.

"What---? Are you high? Get your ass back in that seat and buckle up!" Yuki made a sharp turn to the right as Shuichu climbed inbetween the seats, sitting down in the passengers seat.

The black cars tires squealed as he pulled to a stop outside of his apartment. Yuki's hand grabbed the door handle and tried to open the door. It wouldn't budge as he tried once again to open his door.

"Do you need some help, Boss?"

"NO! Get up to the fourth floor and wait for me!"

To his dismay as he tried again to open his door---it still wouldn't budge---Kioko was the only one who left, laughter flowing out of her mouth as her bright blue backpack, hit her leg. Shuichi was in no bettter shape, his face bright red from laughing, holding his sides as he hit the dashboard to the car with his open palm.

"What are you laughing at," Yuki growled.

Shuichi's laughter faded into giggles as he leaned across the novlist, letting Yuki stare at the rear of the older of the two bodygaurds, his mouth suddenly dry.

There was a click and Shuichi opened the door, that was locked. "Your welcome, Boss!" Shuichi got out of the car, grabbing his yellow backpack from the floor.

Yuki glared at the retreating back of the pink haired teen, his pants tight against him.

Locked...why didn't he think to unlock his door?

It didn't matter now because not only was he angery at his stupidity but also at the fact that he wanted his pants to be...

One size larger. His member was pressed tightly against the zipper of his pants and now he suddenly understood why guy teenagers wore their pants so low.

A) To hide their erection

B) When they have one it doesn't hurt

Yuki opened the car door, and hoped that his erection wasn't noticable but he was large...so the chances of a woman or man stopping and staring were high.

With a big gulp, he started toward his apartment. Not ready for the hyper-active teens bouncing off his walls and most certainlyready for a bigger pair of pants.

My two favorite chapters in this story is Her Birthday and I Won't Say Thank You. And just like any other author I put a lot of time and effort into re-typing, and re-working this story. You'll soon find out why I like these two chapters later in the story for those who haven't read those two before.