Minor warning for mentioning of sex and pornography.
The Nishiura team hesitated in following Mihashi and his housemates to greet the man waiting for them downstairs. With a glaring and tired-looking face covered in stubble and five-o-clock shadow, this Yoshimura fellow didn't appear to be official at all. His dark brown hair that reached to his chin was a matted mess and his grey eyes were drooping. He was disheveled from head to toe, carrying a briefcase that was exploding with various folders and papers. While the Nishiura team was skeptical about conversing with this man, the housemates didn't feel intimidated in the slightest.
"Yo, Yoshi-san, what's up?" Shito said with a wave.
"My blood pressure, that's what's up." Yoshimura answered gruffly. "Handling all the bloody paperwork for you five is driving me up the wall."
"Jeez, when was the last time you had a shave, man?" Tat asked, running a hand over his own bald chin. "Or some sleep for that matter, you're a mess."
As the three out of five housemates poked at the obviously weary and grumpy detective, Mihashi disappeared to the kitchen for a moment before returning with a fresh cup of coffee.
"Here," he held out the small tray the cup was on, "the bathroom's free upstairs."
"Thanks." Yoshimura nodded, and passed his briefcase to the blonde before taking the cup with him up the stairs. Mihashi situated the bursting leather case onto a coffee table in the nearby living room.
"Wait, you knew he was coming?" Ruki asked. Mihashi nodded.
"While you guys were chatting upstairs, he called and said he'd be coming over today." The pitcher answered. "So I made some coffee and left some towels and a razor in the bathroom upstairs. He's been working for a good few days on very little sleep thanks to you guys."
"He's the one who volunteered to go through our paperwork and settle all the stuff for us." Shito said. "If he works himself into the ground, it's on him. I mean, if I knew how to do my own paperwork, I would but since I don't… yeah."
"Regardless, let's just give him some space." Mihashi said. "He has some things to discuss with us, so once he's out of the shower and fully awake…" Mihashi trailed off as he raised an eyebrow, taking a look up the stairs.
"What's wrong?" Tat asked.
"…Yoshimura-san." Mihashi called up the stairs, and the detective peeked his head into the entrance to the stairwell in recognition. "What are you waiting for?"
"I'm pretty sure Jun and Michiro are currently occupying the restroom." He said, and instantaneously Mihashi was held back by Ruki while Shito raced up the stairs.
"I'll get it, I'll get it," He said, "don't let Miha go Ruki or he'll kill 'em." The violet-eyed housemate knocked on the bathroom door a few times before turning the handle to let himself in.
"Dude—Shit—what the fuck—Ahn~—close the door!" Michiro shouted. "Can't you see—Ah fuck—we're a little busy?"
"Yoshimura's here." Shito said. A loud thud came from the room and Michiro groaned.
"Way to kill a good hard-on, man." He grumbled. "What does he want that's so important?"
"He needs the bathroom before we start discussing things." Shito answered. "So why don't you guys move back to your room to finish up?"
"Michiro forgot to change the sheets this morning." Jun said. Shito sighed.
"I'll go get you new sheets, just get out of the bathroom." He said. "Miha's already ready to strangle you both."
"Fine." Michiro said, but before he could try leaving the restroom, Shito told him to cover up. "What for? We're all guys here, Shi, it's not like they haven't seen a dick before, I mean come on."
"Alright, but don't blame me when Miha has you castrated." Shito warned, and led him out of the bathroom. Jun made sure he covered himself up, while Michiro just didn't bother with anything. "It's all yours, Yoshi-san."
"Thanks…" Yoshimura nodded, and entered the bathroom to finally shower and shave, a process he had been neglecting for the past several days.
"Now just wait in the room while I get back with your sheets." Shito said, and headed off downstairs where Ruki and Tat had dragged Mihashi off to the living room to keep an eye on him. They had to make sure he didn't try to head upstairs and strangle the two boyfriends. However, once Michiro noticed a few of the Nishiura teammates taking a peek out of the doorway to Mihashi's room, he pinned Jun to the nearest wall. Hooking his leg around the older boy's hip, he caused the towel that was around him to fall. The redhead snickered before pulling Jun's head down into a long kiss. During the occasional break for air, he would notice the few players still watching, and he'd smile to himself. Virgins.
"I said get in the room!" Shito said as he lugged a set of sheets up the stairs. He didn't hesitate to smack Michiro on the ass before kicking the door to their room open. "Come on already!"
Michiro laughed before pulling Jun into the room after him, closing the door behind them. And once Shito left the room after a few minutes, he entered Mihashi's room next door, finding half of the Nishiura baseball team a bright shade of red. He laughed.
"C'mon you guys, let's head downstairs." He said. "If you guys are red now, you'll be a bunch of tomatoes if you hear those two going at it."
The moment he said that, the entire team was rushing downstairs with the snacks in hand. No more awkward boners thank you very much!
The living room downstairs was quiet when the team entered, Ruki and Tat sitting on the couch… on top of Mihashi. Shito didn't question it and sat between them, also on top of Mihashi.
"Uh…" Sakaeguchi said, "Can he still breathe under there?"
"Yeah, he's fine." Ruki said. "He'd just throw us off if he was uncomfortable."
"In that case," Mihashi said, his back quickly arching and tossing the three off of him, "get the fuck off of me."
"Jun and Michi are back in their room like you wanted, Angel." Shito said. "So you don't have to kill them today."
"Good to hear." Mihashi answered. "Now all we have to do is wait for Yoshimura to finish up upstairs."
"And it's still early." Tat said. "So what should we do in the meantime?"
"I know!" Shito said, and reached for the edge of Mihashi's shirt. The pitcher swiftly smacked the hand away, but Shito persisted. They were equally matched in speed, but it wasn't long until Shito grabbed Mihashi's hands.
"Come on, Miha, just show them!" he said, "It's not going to kill you!"
"I said no and I mean no!" Mihashi exclaimed. "You can't make me show them!"
"Challenge accepted." Ruki stood up, cracking his knuckles. "Tat, grab his legs!"
"I don't think so!" Mihashi said, using his leg to kick Shito up and over his head, knocking him into Ruki. Shito lost his grip on Mihashi's hands and the pitcher slid off the couch as the two larger housemates caught their violet-eyed friend. The pitcher didn't hesitate to go for the nearest window, hopping out and latching onto the overhang, lifting himself up and onto the roof.
"God dammit, get 'im!" Shito exclaimed, following suit. Ruki and Tat sighed and took the stairs instead of trying to play acrobats on the roof.
The air became tense and quiet as the Nishiura team tried to hear anything that could be happening outside, but for some reason, everything was quiet. It wasn't until Jun came downstairs that some light was shed on the situation.
"They're going at it pretty persistently." He said. "But don't expect to be hearing a ruckus from them. One of the rules is that we don't cause any sort of disruption in the neighborhood, especially at this time of day."
"Weren't you with… Michiro?" Hanai asked hesitantly.
"Michiro got distracted." Jun answered. "He wants Mihashi to show you his tattoos just as much as Shito does, so he joined them in chasing him up on the roof." A set of thuds were heard outside the window Mihashi had jumped out of and Jun spotted movement. "And now they're headed out back. Care to watch?" He stepped towards the window and leaned out before motioning the team to the window as well. Tajima was the first to join him.
"It's probably best if we stay a decent distance from all the action," Jun said, stepping back from the window as Tajima leaned out with his jaw wide open, "the lot of them have the tendency of being quite violent during these kinds of confrontations."
"…Where'd they get those poles?" Tajima asked once he got his mouth to close.
"Michiro… requested them." Jun said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. "Still very lively for having recently busted out of a literal prison. But that's just like him, one to easily adapt."
"Uh… he didn't request them for fighting, did he?" Tajima asked, still staring outside.
"No, he asked for them for… other reasons in particular." Jun cleared his throat before taking another look out the window. Sure enough, Michiro was off to the side, grinding himself shamelessly on the piece of stainless steel. Jun sighed. "Exactly my point, that's what happens when he doesn't let himself finish. I better go get him. We can't have the neighbors seeing him like that."
Jun made sure to nudge Tajima away from the window before heading outside through the back door. However, neither he nor Michiro came back in through the same door, instead being heard climbing up on the overhang and into the window of their room. The rest of the Nishiura team joined Tajima near the window, a little hesitant, but all the more curious as to what was going on out there. But when the majority of them reached the window, a slam was heard in the direction of the back door, and Shito ran in.
"We got 'im!" he grinned, and Ruki, panting heavily, dragged in Mihashi by the ankles. After letting his feet fall to the carpet, the pitcher refused to lift his head off the floor.
"Come on, Miha, you lost fair and square—" Shito started to say, but Mihashi interrupted him.
"It was three against one!" he exclaimed, peeling his face off the floor to shout at his housemate.
"Yeah, and you've beaten us plenty times before this, so it's totally fair." Shito said. "Now take off the damn shirt and show them already, jeez!"
Mihashi set a glare on the brunette before begrudgingly standing up and pulling off his shirt. He sat back on the couch, but allowed his back to face his teammates. He reached back and slightly pulled up the back part of his hair to show the word 'Ace', while the tattoos on his back were clearly visible from where he sat. He didn't try to show them the nine stars on his front pelvis, however, since those came quite close to his nether regions and he wanted to keep himself decent for the most part.
And while his teammates didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable, they couldn't help but gawk at the pair of wings that adorned Mihashi's back. The details were so intricate, with the icy hues of blues and violets along with the sharp black lines that showed the shape of the wings, they understood why Tat said that it had taken him so long to complete them. They could only imagine how much it had hurt to get them done, and against his will for that matter.
"…So are we just going to spend the rest of the night awkwardly staring at Mihashi's tattoos?" Yoshimura asked as he came down the stairs, looking much more refreshed then how he had first entered the house. He used a towel that hung around his shoulders on top of the black t-shirt he now wore to dry his hair. The shirt and the jeans he had on possibly belonged to Mihashi's father. However, no one bothered to ask. "Or are we actually going to talk about something important?"
"It depends on what you deem to be 'important', Yoshi." Shito said. "What do we need to talk about?"
"Well, the Organization decided that you five need to have some school experience." Yoshimura said, finding his stuffed briefcase and prying it open. He found what he was looking for and scanned it before speaking again. "We have a list of schools here that fill the criteria, and once you're enrolled, you'll be there for the rest of the school year until you quote unquote 'graduate'. Granted only Tat will have to be there for one year while the rest of you have two—"
"Is Nishiura on that list?" Shito asked, bouncing around the detective as he tried to sneak a peek at the paperwork. "We wanna go to Nishiura!"
"It's on the list, but—"
"'But' nothing! Nishiura it is!" Shito proclaimed, only to get a short smack to the head by Jun, who had followed Yoshimura downstairs. "Ow! What was that for— oh, hey Jun. Did you finish fucking Michi yet?"
"Would I even be down here if the answer was no?" Jun asked, rolling his eyes. "But back on the subject at hand, picking a school isn't going to be as easy as it sounds. We need to let them know about our mannerisms and what happened to us, as well as give them fair warning to the markings we've sustained."
"What, you mean they won't let us in if we got tattoos, is that what you're saying?!" Shito exclaimed. Jun nodded. "But that's stupid!"
"Teenagers our age don't normally have tattoos, Shito." Jun answered. "It may pose a problem, especially if we indirectly influence the other students."
"The general dress code for Nishiura can cover up a decent number of your tattoos." Mihashi said, pulling his shirt back on. "But a few might end up showing through, like any that are particularly low on the arms. Yoshimura already talked to the principal on my behalf since my 1 easily shows, and he let it slide, though I'm not sure about you guys. You're not exactly… the most discreet of people. Also, changing for PE might raise some eyebrows, you know?"
"Yeah, since we're pretty inked up." Ruki nodded.
"I don't think it'll be a problem." Tat said. "I mean, if we explain the situation and not openly flaunt them around, I'm sure it'll be fine."
"Of course, we gotta take Michi's personality into consideration." Shito said. "We can't have him jumping any of his classmates."
"Controlling him will ultimately fall onto my shoulders." Jun said. "As well as Mihashi's, if he chooses to help keep him in line."
"I'll try to refrain from killing him in the process." Mihashi said. "But I'm responsible for all of you, since you're living with me after all."
"Oh, speaking of that, have there been any updates in regards to our place of residence?" Shito asked. "Since we obviously can't stay here forever."
Yoshimura dug through his briefcase again before pulling out another set of papers. "Let's see…" Flipping through a few pages, he read over the one he stopped on before continuing. "We're focusing on locating and contacting any possible relatives for you five before we go letting you live on your own. However, Tat is the only one whose searches have come up empty thus far, so we're finding options for a place for him."
"…Hey, Yoshi. Do you mind stopping the search, at least on my part?" Ruki asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Yoshimura raised an eyebrow.
"Why?" he asked in return, but Ruki glanced over to the Nishiura team before looking back to the detective. Yoshimura understood. "Alright, talk to me later about it."
"…Have you had any luck thus far for the rest of us?" Shito asked. Yoshimura knew what—or more specifically who—the brunette was referring to.
"Nothing has come up just yet." He said. "It appears that any relatives we've found through your familial records don't live in the same vicinity as your previous homes, so it's taking us awhile to find them all." Shito looked disappointed, but nodded; he'd still have to wait.
"But back on the topic of school," Yoshimura changed the subject, "are you all set on Nishiura? If so, I'll make an appointment with the principal for this week." The four out of five housemates looked to each other and nodded. Majority ruled, so Michiro's vote wasn't required, though if Jun planned on going to Nishiura, then Michi would follow close behind. "Alright. I'll inform my superiors about your choice, and they'll make preparations accordingly."
As if on cue, the detective's cell phone rang, and he promptly fished it out of his pockets. In the next room, Mihashi's house phone also started ringing, and the pitcher left the room to go answer it. Yoshimura stepped out of the room to keep the call private, and the large group of boys stood in the living room, wondering what else there was to do. It hadn't taken the housemates long to explain their situation to them, so they wondered if they should call it a day and head home. But before any of them could voice that particular question, Michiro came bounding down the stairs, a large box in hand. He glanced around before sticking the box in a nearby closet.
"Where's Angel?" he asked.
"Answering the phone, why?" Abe asked. Michiro grinned.
"I found a little something-something in Jun's closet." He said. Jun pinched the bridge of his nose before inquiring just what did he find in his closet. "Oh, you know what it is Jun~ But we need to get Miha out of the house before I—" Mihashi returned to the living room before the redhead could finish his sentence, his hand immediately covering his mouth to stop him from speaking.
"My mom needs me to step out to buy something for dinner." The pitcher said. "Do you guys think you'll be staying?"
"Oh, probably not…" Nishihiro said, looking to the rest of the team. "We wouldn't want to impose too much."
"Alright, well, I'll be back in a little while." Mihashi nodded. "And since Yoshimura's here, I'm allowed to leave the others here without worrying that they'll destroy the house."
"Pf, as if we would." Michiro laughed. "Come off it, Miha, you gotta trust us a little more than that."
"If I could, I would." Mihashi said. "But four months in the Ring only builds certain kinds of bonds. Just behave and I won't have to chop your dicks off while you're sleeping." Michiro flinched and grabbed his crotch in fear; he knew that Mihashi was usually set on keeping those kinds of promises.
"I'll keep him in line, Miha, just go and do your shopping." Jun said while ushering the pitcher out, half to protect Michiro, half to avoid an actual attempt at removing the redhead's genitals. That definitely wouldn't go well.
And once Mihashi was out of sight down the road, Michiro ran back to the closet, only to be stopped by Jun.
"Michi, I think you've caused enough trouble today—"
"Sure I've done plenty of that." Michiro interrupted. "But I haven't hit my boner quota!"
"C'mon Michi, I'm sure the guys are tired of hearing it—" Shito tried chiming in, but Michi promptly grabbed Jun by the collar and threw him at the brunette.
"When in Rome, let them watch porn I say!" Michiro exclaimed, opening the closet door and lugging out the box. "Who has their preferences, I'm pretty sure I have enough for everyone!"
"If you think I'm going to let you pass out pornography you shouldn't even have to these guys, you got another thing coming." Yoshimura reentered the living room after finishing his call. "We've already had this discussion Michiro."
"It's not like I'm handing them a nuclear weapon and asking them to go into Tokyo to test it, Yoshi!" Michi retaliated. "It's just porn, all guys watch it! It's a safe and green way to get off, plus it can keep your hormones in check. And as a legitimate spokesperson for the past five years, I think I know what I'm talking about."
"I'm not going to comment on that," Yoshimura said, "but it's not only that you're all minors; that can be considered child pornography in your hands right now. And you can get arrested for that."
"Hey, who said it was just my stuff in here?" Michiro said, putting down the box and rifling through it. "There's lots of stuff in here, with legal porn-stars even. I can just divide the legal stuff from the personal stuff; will that satisfy you Mr. Legal-Person-Man?"
Yoshimura sighed. Michiro could be horribly persistent when he wanted to be, so he allowed for that much, but still forbade him from passing any around to the Nishiura baseball team. Michiro continued to whine, but when Jun handed him a laptop and told him to make sure the DVDs and such were still in working condition, Michiro blindly complied and left the room with the box.
"…Why did you even have that box of stuff, Jun?" Shito asked. "I didn't think you were a porn kind of guy."
"With some of Nakumori's underlings still wandering around, I couldn't allow any of those tapes to end up on the Internet." Jun said. "So I had one of Yoshimura's men to collect Nakumori's collection."
"Ew, he's such a creep." Shito shivered. "I honestly hope none of that shit gets leaked."
"Either way, would you boys rather head home now?" Yoshimura asked the Nishiura team. "Just listening to all this nonsense has probably bored you all by now."
"Err, well…" Hanai looked to the rest of the team, all standing around the room obviously uncomfortable. "I mean, it's probably just me, but I was wondering if we could get a take of what happened from Mihashi himself."
"If Miha ran for the hills when we wanted to show you his tats, he'll flee the country before he breathes a word of what happened to you guys!" Michiro shouted from the other room. "I'm just saying!"
"Then we'll just have to wait then!" Abe shouted back. "Sheesh."
"Though if all we can do is wait, then I guess we should get going." Sakaeguchi said. "We wouldn't want to intrude for too long."
"Do you guys need a ride home?" Tat asked. "I could give you a ride in my van."
"Nah, our bikes are still waiting for us at school." Hanai said. "We'll just walk back."
"Alright." Shito said, giving them a smile. "I guess we'll see you tomorrow then, since it's obvious we'll be accompanying Miha to practice—" A loud slam came from the front of the house, and Mihashi's voice rang through the air.
"Yoshimura!" he exclaimed, carrying three bags of groceries and panting heavily from running. "Yoshimura, I swear to God please tell me you know Maru's location."
"You mean Marukizawa?" Yoshimura asked. "Honestly… we had him when we seized the warehouse, but he disappeared. Why?"
With his chest heaving, Mihashi put down the grocery bags and pulled out a dark red collar with a silver tag reading 'Mutt' out of his pocket. He tossed it to Yoshimura, who looked shocked at the strip of leather.
"There was an attempted robbery at the store a few minutes before I got there." Mihashi said. "I found that at the scene, and judging by the wounds the robber sustained, Maru's in the area. And he's angry."
-coughcough- Maru's my favorite -coughcough-
Next Chapter is in Progress (I was really late with updating this time around)
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