Kinda short since I have to go to bed soon. :C

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Junjo Romantica!

I also do not own:

Izumiya Kenta

Izumiya Yuudai

I do own:

Tsukuyomi Family

Sato Toshiro

Watanabe Tatsuya

WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT WITHIN! PURE BL~!

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Chapter Ten: The Man With No Pants VS Obnoxious Lazy Brat!

"Your sunglasses? Hm, should be by the lava lamp in the corner by the dresser…" Akira answered, looking at Yuudai uncaringly.

"Akira, do us a favor," Hioshi said first, "Stick to dating guys who ditch you while you're sleeping." Akira glared at him.

"Hioshi! Be nice." Kazuya scolded. Yuudai smiled, but it was still the smile that meant he was somewhat annoyed.

"It's fine…. Hm? What'd ya know? Kenta-kun's here…" He mused, his smile faltering.

"Problem?" Hioshi jumped in. Yuudai smirked.

"Nope." Suddenly, a beeping went off and Tatsuya was up in an instant.

"Kazuya-kun, I got a call for us… Better hurry up, get your shoes on." Tatsuya said. Kazuya sighed and got up.

"You guys behave. Hioshi, you're in charge. Nice meeting you, by the way, Izumiya-san." He added with a quick smile at Yuudai, who nodded in return. Everything else was silent until the front door slammed shut.

"Put some pants on!" Riku barked. Yuudai glanced at him.

"You need a muzzle." He stated. Riku glared. Akira ignored the situation, leaning on his hand as he stabbed his eggs. Kenta didn't speak, staring down at his plate without eating. Hioshi frowned, watching Yuudai walk over and sit beside Akira.

"Riku has a point. Put something on… No one wants to see your package." He stated, closing his eyes and putting a sausage in his mouth. Yuudai rolled his eyes.

"Most people do. And no one wants to see you at all, so why speak?" He challenged. Hioshi's cold eyes merely glanced at him once. Riku glared at Yuudai, then slammed his plate down.

"Don't break that, dumbass!" Akira snapped. Riku slid off the counter.

"Shut up. I'm not hungry. Just looking at this guy is making me lose my appetite." He announced.

"Riku!" But the youngest Tsukuyomi brother was already out of the kitchen.

"He's got a big mouth." Yuudai muttered dryly, twirling a fork across the plate, making a slight screeching sound. Akira frowned.

"Yea. He needs to put it better use-"

"Akira," Hioshi cut in sharply, "Watch your mouth. Riku's your brother. Show some respect."

"Says the guy who's always acting like a jerk." Akira retorted. Hioshi rolled his eyes.

"Brothers don't have to be nice to each other." Kenta found himself saying aloud, then winced. Hioshi frowned at him. Akira raised an eyebrow. Yuudai smirked.

"Akira, don't you have somewhere to be?" Hioshi demanded suddenly. Akira stared at him blankly. Hioshi whacked him in the back of the head.

"Get more supplies and you can throw another party tonight." He said. Akira's somewhat dreary attitude lit up.

"Really? Sweet, sweet, sweet! I'll be back after shopping!" He sang and leapt off the stool, running out of the kitchen.

"Reminds me of a Chihuahua." Yuudai mused to himself. Hioshi shrugged and slid off his stool, gathering the plates.

"You should go too," He said, "You're obviously not welcomed."

"How rude of the shut-in to say so… Being a shut-in, you must be a virgin too, hm?" Yuudai asked. Hioshi almost dropped the plates, but caught himself, composing quickly. Kenta turned red and let his indigo hair fall like a curtain to hide his face.

"That's none of your business, whore." The word came out a lot faster than Hioshi could stop it from being said. He stopped in front of the sink, blinking in surprise in spite of himself. Yuudai raised an eyebrow and rose to his feet.

"You're either stupid or have guts to say that to me." He stated. Hioshi dropped the plates with a loud shattering sound and turned to face Yuudai, wearing a stone cold expression.

"What makes you so special? Why should I watch my mouth around you?" He demanded. Yuudai frowned. Kenta winced.

"Hioshi-san." He tried.

"Shut up, Kenta," Yuudai commanded sharply, "Let the guy talk for himself. I heard a lot about you… From Sato Toshiro." Hioshi's eyes went wide.

"Toshiro…?" Yuudai grinned at Hioshi's reaction.

"Yes. Toshiro-san told me about your guys' encounter… We happen to know each other after a little fling… You're an agoraphobic, huh?" He asked. Hioshi glared.

"Don't label me."

"You labeled me."

"Whores deserve to be labeled."

"Hioshi-san!" Kenta exclaimed. Yuudai smirked at Hioshi, leaning on the counter with his arms folded over his chest.

"And I think cowards deserve to be labeled too." He responded. Hioshi glared.

"I'm not a coward." He answered. Yuudai gave a little smile, so sweet that it could kill.

"This makes me want to open up all the windows and doors… Try and push you out one." He taunted. Hioshi rolled his eyes.

"Let's see you do that when I have already chopped off your arms. Stay here any longer and I won't hesitate to do it." He threatened and walked out the door in that instant, slamming it shut behind him. Kenta flinched and got up. Yuudai whirled on him.

"And you. You need to keep your damn nose out of my business. I can screw with anyone I want." He sneered.

"Don't pick on them, Yuudai. If anyone…" Kenta's voice trailed when Yuudai went up to him, his hand brushing along a plate as he moved.

"Keep talking, Kenta. I have plenty of things in here to use against you." He stated. Kenta stared at him blankly now. Yuudai smirked.

"You have such a stupid look on your face… Hope I don't see you later, fool." With that, he swept out of the kitchen. Kenta finally let out the breath he had been holding in.

JKJKJK

"This is stupid," Riku complained, "I don't get why I had to come with you!" He found himself holding Akira's groceries while he shopped for his party. Akira ignored him and happily picked out alcohol.

"Oh, this sounds good!" He cooed. Riku rolled his eyes. Accompanying them, surprisingly, was Yuudai, dressed in the outfit he wore the night before. Why was he there? He was bored… And he wanted the free booze… Not to mention, Akira was rather amusing.

"Be right back, gotta check if they have five cases of these!" Akira sang and practically fled the aisle. Riku glared after him and dropped the bags, folding his arms over his chest and silently fuming. Yuudai paused and glanced at him, smirking.

"Don't like hanging around your brother?" He asked. Riku glared at him.

"No. Don't talk to me."

"But why not? You're so cute." Yuudai replied. Riku blushed and clenched his fists.

"You're weird." He accused, looking the other way. Yuudai smiled slowly and bent down slightly to Riku's level, reaching out and taking Riku's chin to turn his face back. Riku blushed again, glaring at him.

"I can't think of a way to describe you… Kazuya reminds me of a puppy… Hioshi's like a mouse… Akira's like a kitten… And you… You're like a rabbit…" Yuudai mused, studying his face. Riku stared at him, then smacked his hand away.

"Don't touch me! I don't know what you've been doing with those hands." He added, crinkling his nose. Yuudai's blue eyes flickered with a sharp, slightly annoyed emotion and he stood back up as Akira came back into the aisle with five cases in a bag.

"Don't set those down," Akira scolded Riku, "They could get stolen. Are you dumb?"

"Are you dumb?" Riku returned, earning himself a smack in the back of the head. Akira sighed and picked up one of the bags just as his cell phone rang.

"Moshi-moshi," He greeted, then paused and laughed, "Haha… That's funny! Yea, tonight around nine? … Eight? You think you can come then? Haha, okay… What? What kind of question is that? Of course! … Ew, but yea. Hm? Oh, him… Yea, so what? It's a free country!"

Riku glared at Akira as they walked back to the penthouse. Akira's so oblivious… Kinda like Kazuya, but not as bad… I don't get why he's hanging out with Yuudai-san. He's a jerk and he's… Really weird! And he reeks of cigarettes and alcohol… He thought, glancing up at Yuudai, who was watching Akira walk, a cigarette hanging from between his lips. In a split second, Yuudai was glancing back at him. Riku jumped and looked forward again, blushing slightly.

Gods, it's almost like he can read my mind… That would be so weird… He thought flatly, looking on with a lazy expression, walking on without a single thought that he was crossing the street while a car came racing up the street. The loud honk made Riku yelp, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around him from behind and tore him backwards.

Riku snapped his eyes shut and tensed up, hanging onto whoever's arms were around him until he heard Akira's voice.

"Riku! Riku, what the Hell?" Akira barked. Riku's eyes flew open and he found himself in Yuudai's arms. Yuudai smirked at him. Riku yelped and flailed, tearing away from him.

"Didn't I tell you not to touch me?" He cried, but he had no time to yell for Akira practically tore him off the pavement in a sweeping hug.

"You scared me! What the hell is your problem? Pay attention! This is fucking Tokyo! Traffic, idiot! Traffic!" Akira yelled at him, his voice slightly muffled by Riku's shoulder. Riku sweat dropped, but relaxed a little while Akira hugged him to death.

"Thanks for that, Yuudai-sama," Akira sighed, "Riku, you really scared me…" Riku rolled his eyes and ended up scooping up the bags again.

"Yea, whatever…"

"… I'm so telling Kazuya!"

"NO! Akira, don't! Please!"

JKJKJK

"Riku! How could you? Watch what you're doing! You're going to give me a heart attack at twenty-four? You selfish kid!" This went on for a while as Kazuya crushed Riku in a loving hug, ruffling his hair up and practically stealing his air.

"Erk! Kazuya! Air! Air, I need air!" Riku gasped, squirming. Akira smirked, leaning on the doorframe confidently as if he did a job well done. Kazuya sighed, still hugging Riku, but less fiercely now as he smiled at Yuudai, who was enjoying the scene of the counter with a bottle of sake.

"Thank you so very much for saving Riku, Yuudai-san. You don't mind if I use your first name, right?" Kazuya asked with a sweet smile. Yuudai grinned.

"You can call me whatever you want, Kazuya-kun." He responded. Kazuya kept smiling obliviously. Riku sweat dropped.

"Kazuya, I love you and all, but you can be so clueless." He muttered. Kazuya blinked, touching a finger to his lip.

"What did I say?" He asked, question marks popping up around his head.

"… Never mind, aniki." Riku sighed, stepping away from Kazuya, who still looked clueless. Akira yawned and stretched.

"Ahh, as much as I'd love to stick around, I have a party to set up, so see you losers later." He announced and walked out the door, Yuudai following out of pure boredom. Riku rolled his eyes.

"I hate that guy. He's such a jerk." He muttered.

"Don't say that about your brother!"

"Not him! Well, yea, him too, but that Yuudai-san!"

"Riku, he saved your life! You should be grateful!" Kazuya came up behind Riku, pinching his cheeks and comically pulling on them. Riku flailed.

"Ah, let go! That hurts, aniki! Ow! Ow!"

"You say sorry!"

"Never!"

"Then I refuse to stop!"

"AHHHH!"

A/N: I really hope the characters are still in character… Just checking each time to make sure! This chapter is sort of random… OMG. I just love writing how freaking oblivious Kazuya is. It's fun~ And, I had to bring up Riku a little bit because I almost forgot him… 0o So, yup… xD I think that's all I have to say for this chapter… Thank you very much for reading and reviews are loved and make me squeal with joy! (They do. Really. O-o)