Waaagh, I've been doing non-stop mathematics for almost a week now (seriously! Not a minute of spare time as long as my parents were around!) and I have only gotten one chapter done! I need to do another one for the test, which is monday, and I don't understand a shit of the entire book! I'm gonna die, or go mad, or something! Argh and my boyfriend is out of town so I haven't had any for ages and you guys should all be really glad I'm using this priceless moment of spare time (my mom's still at work) to work on this fic. Now if you mind, I'm gonna crawl into a corner and have a stress-indulged ulcer (just like Yuki!)


Suguru twitched as he took in the scene before him. Pieces of scenery were everywhere, Ryuichi was dancing around half naked because he couldn't get his shirt on, and Shuichi was flat out from blood loss because of this. Hiro and K were still acting like nervous schoolgirls. Gods, even Suguru himself didn't take that long!

"Where do you want this tree, Su-kun? Over there?"

"Yes, over there is fine."

"No way! Kumaguro says it'll look much better over there na no da!"

"Sakuma-san, please stop bothering us! You and Shindo-kun have plenty of scenes you need to rehearse!"

Ryuichi pouted. "But-

"No buts! We don't have time for this! Get moving, c'mon!"

Suguru shoved Ryuichi in the general direction of Shuichi. The singer fell flat on his face and started crying for Shuichi, who promptly regained consciousness and came running.

"Su-kun, you need to relax. Even if we screw up this whole play, it doesn't matter, all those girls will be happy just seeing everyone in costume and all."

"But, I…"

"I know you want it to be perfect, and I'm trying my best to make it perfect. Shouting at everyone and getting all stressed out isn't going to help."

Suguru sighed. "Yeah, I know you're right, but I can't help it…"

Tatsuha hugged him. "Hush, you'll be okay, hmmm."

Suguru broke down and sobbed into his shirt. Maiko squealed in the background.


Judy Winchester sat hiding behind a wall. She peeked over it and scowled. There was her Cloud darling, being seduced by that Japanese punk.

"So, Judy-sama, what do we do now?"

"Save my darling Cloud, of course! It's not his fault he hasn't got enough brains to understand what that boy is doing to him! I need to protect him!"

"Umm, Judy-san…"

"What is it, Seguchu?"

"Seguchi."

"Whatever."

"I think K-san is completely aware of what Nakano-san is, um, 'doing to him'."

"Nonsense! He would never cheat on me! No, it is that kid that has… has put him under a spell!"

Tohma sweat dropped as she rambled on. This was not going as planned. Judy had indeed come to Japan right away, but instead of wanting to beat her, she was trying to save him from Hiro. Ark was under her order, and Rage was always in for a fight, especially with K.

Tohma sighed. He had to do something, else Suguru might actually win! As things were standing now, his best chance was to make sure they could not perform tonight. He glanced at Rage's bazooka. He wasn't an expert on weaponry, but a few shots from that thing ought to be enough to destroy Zepp Tokyo, right? Yeah, he just had to make sure Eiri-san didn't get caught in the explosion.

He glanced to his side, where Eiri was sitting, smoking and typing away on his laptop, as if plotting to kill a innocent (relatively, he'd set up that garlic thing after all) boy and the destruction of an expensive building were everyday business. Which, he supposed, to a certain extend, they were. At least the death part was.

"Say, Rage-san?"

"Yeah?"

"Could I borrow your bazooka for a moment? You won't be needing it anyway, since Judy-san insisted you use a gun to prevent Cloud from dying together with Nakano-san."

Rage looked at him. "Do you even know how to use a bazooka?"

"Well, you just have to pull the trigger, right?"

Rage sweat dropped, and began explaining him how to use a bazooka.


Suguru was sweaty. Very sweaty. He'd been sweating from stress all day long and it was hot, too. His shirt was soaked, and it was dripping down his pants, and now he couldn't get them of. He cursed. He was really stuck here. He really couldn't ask anyone to help him get his pants of.

Ryuichi… Well, who knew what the man would do when asked something like that (what if he stole his underpants or something!) Shuichi would be confused as to why he didn't ask Tatsuha, and Tatsuha… Well, let's just say Suguru wanted to keep his virginity a little longer. And that would be impossible if he dared ask Tatsuha to take his pants of.

…So what now? Suguru gave a deep sigh and continued his struggle in solitude.


"Shu! Shuuuu!"

"What? What is it, Ryu?"

Ryuichi sniffled. "Ryu-chan just realized… There is no costume for Kumaguro na no da!"

The singer then burst out crying and clung onto his boyfriend.

"Umm, don't worry, we'll get Kumaguro a nice costume!"

"R... (sob) Really?"

"Umm, yeah, how about, erm, hey aren't statues usually naked?"

"Yeah, but when Fu-chan was a statue, he got pants no da!"

"He got a thong, I don't think that counts as pants… But wasn't that because he refused to go naked?"

"It was da?"

Shuichi nodded.

"Then it's okay! then let's rehearse some more na no da!"

Shuichi nodded again, and they went back to kissing. Sorry, back to rehearsing.


Tohma peeked around a corner. The hallway was empty. He sighed as he tugged the incredibly short maid's skirt down. He'd stolen it off some poor girl that was now stuck in her underwear, but the girl had been shorter than him. He would have looked for a girl his own size or perhaps a little taller, but after Rage's three-hour lecture on the do's and dont's of a bazooka, he had to hurry, or he would be too late.

Why Tohma was in a maid's uniform, you ask? Well, first of all, because qwerty54 wanted it, and because he is nice and reviews, and second because I love the idea.

Anyway, the real reason Tohma is in a maid's uniform is, that he needed a way to sneak into Zepp Tokyo. He knew they didn't have maids there, but it was the only available option. He just had to hope the people here were too stupid to realise. He glanced at the bazooka. He'd stuck some feathers he'd found in the park on it, but it wasn't a very convincing feather duster. Oh well, most people were dumb and easy to manipulate anyway.

He looked at the door he was now standing before. According to his calculations, the window in this room was perfect for blowing up the building, without making the building he was in collapse, and not harm Eiri-san. Now he could only hope there was no one inside.

He plucked at his wig, and opened the door.

Inside (you guessed it) was Suguru, fighting with his pants.

Silence fell. Suguru turned red.

"Umm… Room service?"

"Oh, erm, yeah, I was just, ahh…"

"I… I'll give you a hand…"

Tohma began trying to get his cousin's pants off. The sooner he got the boy out of his pants and out of the room, the sooner he could fire the bazooka.

"Ah, yeah, thanks… I think…"

Tohma remained quiet. He could morph his voice pretty well, but he shouldn't push Suguru's ignorance.

Minutes passed. The evil pants would not leave Suguru. Just when Su-kun was giving up hope…

"Uwaah! Su-kun! How could you! Letting some random maid into your pants and giving me nothing of it!"

"No! It's not like that! I couldn't get my pants off because they were sticky and-

"Why were they sticky!"

"Because I was hot!"

"You're not that hot!"

"It's like a hundred degrees in here!"

"Why didn't you let me do it?"

"I wanted to keep my virginity a little longer!"

Silence fell.

"I suppose you have a point. But why a maid!"

"Because she came in all of a sudden and offered help!"

Tatsuha pouted. "Aww!"

It was then that Tohma was victorious over the pants and slipped them off. Suguru immediately pushed him away and grabbed his costume.

"Thank you, maid-san, that's all I need, please leave now!"

"Yes, umm, shouldn't you be hurrying downstairs and do your little play thingy?"

"Oh, right, yeah."

Suguru hurried out of the room, dragging a whining Tatsuha with him. Tohma smirked evilly. That was quite easy. They were so stupid. He locked the door behind him and began setting up the bazooka.


Shuichi looked from the wings to the crowd gathering by the stage. They were all, without exception, crazed fangirls (well, there was the occasional fan boy, too, but most had learnt not to come because the girls jumped them)

He sighed. This was not going to be easy. He just couldn't get those lines down, and it was kind of embarrassing, making out before all those people. He felt an arm slip around his waist, and smiled, knowing who it was.

"It'll be okay no da, Shu."

He nodded. "Yeah, I know. But the feeling right before you're going up to stage is just so special."

Ryuichi smiled and kissed him softly.


Hiro sighed as he watched the two singers start yet another make-out session. How did they manage that all day long? He couldn't even get him and K into a single compromising position! It was unfair; Shuichi always got boyfriends with lots of sex drive. Though, he had to admit, he didn't know how big Cloud's sex drive was, maybe he was just afraid to seem pushy or something…

He glanced at the tall American sitting next to him. His hair fell in beautiful tresses down his face. He sighed again. It was so unfair.

"Hiro-kun? Is something wrong?"

"Hnn? Oh, no, I'm fine… Just getting a little tired of those two."

He gestured at the cute bishonen who were really getting in the mood.

"Ah, I see…"

Silence fell again. It wasn't as comfortable as before though. Hiro shifted, moving slightly closer to K. Did he dare take his hand as well? He blushed at the thought.


K smiled. Hiro was just too precious for words. All tough and big brother-y around Shuichi, full of good advice on his love-life, but a blushing teenager when it came down to his own. Eventually, Hiro decided he was not brave enough to take his love's hand, but laid his own out in plain sight instead. A rather obvious sign and K gladly took it.

The guitarist's blush deepened, but he smiled coyly up at his manager none the less. The Silence was more comfortable now.


Up in the room Suguru had been struggling in moments before, Tohma grinned evilly as he watched his cousin coming out onto the stage to finally start the play.

"Ladies, gentleman, fangirls. I am sorry for the slight delay, but we will now bring to you: Romeo and Juliet!" Suguru bowed slightly and went back of stage. The lights dimmed, and the curtains opened, revealing Shuichi and Ryuichi kissing. The audience went crazy. What an opening scene.


HyperRyu-chan69: OMG, did she actually read it out loud! 0.o (shocked) My creepy French teacher keeps sneaking up behind me, panting and drooling on my books, and asking what my drawings have to do with French. One time, I drew a hump of fat and told her it was her. I got detention for two weeks and had to write a letter of apology for a note (cries). Anyway, I studied math for over a week, every single minute I had, and I still only got seven out of ten on an easy test (I really wouldn't know what a seven is in the American system, I suppose a B or something?)(coughs up more blood.) I am so dead.

Annie loves it: Yes, I've heard that form more people. I tried to do more description in this chapter, but it turned out to be almost only description and no dialogues. I suppose that's me; it's always an extreme, never balanced. Anyway, about asking forgiveness for criticizing: Isn't the original meaning of a review to give feedback, be it positive or negative?

rebelyell59: (grins) Thanks a lot! It's people like you that keep me going.

crazyinmind: Exited, exited! I'm sorry not to have started the play in this chapter (well, technically, it started) anyway, next one will finally be the actual play! Wohoo!


And, in general, for all the people who want to see more TatsXSugu smut, after this play is finished, they are going to get a story of their own! No more impossible-to-write-and-never-very-funny-anyway KXHiro, no more sugar-high RyuShu (that's not so good, but hey, they've already got plenty of fictions out there). And there will be some of the good stuff in the epilogue as well. I'm so looking forward to it, but I've got to do the play itself first.