Part Three: Kamui Learns About Ukes! Nataku Plays Poker?
Kamui soon learned of Subaru's angst fest moment with Seishiro, and shrugged. This happened about once a week, and by now, he expected it.
Kamui had been sitting in the library, reading a Mercedes Lackey book called "Magic's Pawn," until he came upon the part with Vanyel and Tylendel. He then tossed it aside, and started to read something cleaner. The first thing he found was "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty," by Anne Rice. Bad smut was better than reading about what Subaru's life could have been like. Or his own, if he liked men, or allowed Subaru to comfort him on stormy nights. It was a secret fear of Kamui's, lightning storms. Which probably meant Fuuma loved them.
'My luck, the day of the final battle, not only will Fuuma REALLY decided to screw me senseless, but it'll be up in Tokyo Tower during the middle of a nasty lighning storm.'
Kamui's other fear was a fear of hieghts.
Anyway, he had been enjoying the bad smut, when Aoki entered the room.
"Good evening, Kamui," said Aoki. "You know, my daughter has a pair of pajama's just like yours."
'Yeah, Aoki...that's just what I wanted to hear,' thought or bear- clad Prince of Angst (This role was formerly played by Subaru, until he lost all emotions).
Kamui carefully kept from cringing, and Aoki smiled. "So, what are you reading?"
"Bad smut," he replied.
Aoki nodded. "'The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty'?"
"Yeah," said Kamui. "How'd you know?"
"Well, that's the worst smut book I can think of," said Aoki. He blushed. "Not that I've read it, Sorata-"
"You don't have to lie with me," said Kamui.
"Actually, my wife read it," he said. "I read the chapter she wanted to-" Aoki noticed the look of absolute horror on Kamui's face that was leading into the boy screaming 'TOO MUCH INFORMATION!', and stopped.
"Sorry," said Aoki.
Kamui shook his head, and cleared his mind. "I'll be okay," he said. "Besides, I have a question for you."
"Oh?" said Aoki. "What?"
"What's an uke?"
Aoki then turned bright red. A man who had just seconds ago been about to reveal his sex secrets was now blushing about explaining what an uke is. What a world. Obviously, Karen had only partially broken down his 'chastity' barriers. "Wh-what? You mean you don't know?"
"No," said Kamui. "So, tell me. I wanna know."
"You know, that book," said Aoki, calmly ignoring the question at hand and changing subjects slyly, "I can give you a copy of something I borrowed from Sorata."
Kamui looked very unamused. "Nice try, how about answering my question?"
Aoki looked at him, and took a deep breathe. "An uke is....well, when two men...um...oh, just ask Karen."
"Someone call for me?" she said, poppng up conviniantly.
"Yeah," said Kamui. "No one will tell me what an uke is!"
"Oh, honey, don't ask anyone who's a male and straight about that," she said. "Ask me. Or better yet, ask Subaru to demonstrate. Hew's a pretty good uke, according to Seishiro."
"I know, I heard."
Karen laughed. "Oh honey, you don't sleep in the room next to them!"
Kamui was unamused. Which, cause further amusement for Karen.
Kamui took a deep breath, and asked, very calmly (much to his credit), "Now, please, tell me, what is an uke?"
Karen regained her composure, and said, suddenly stoping with her laughter and taking on a very serious face and tone of voice, "Well, and uke is the guy in a homosexual relationship who is typically the one who's getting fucked up the ass," she said, rather bluntly.
Kamui stared. And promptly fell out of his chair, still in a sitting position.
Aoki laughed softly. "Ever hear of subtle, Karen-san?" he asked.
"Nope."
After a few moments, it was apparent that Kamui was not moving. Cautiously, Karen poked him. He fell over again, like a statue, except without breaking.
"Damn," said Karen. "Looks like he's in a state of shock."
Aoki nodded. "You should probably learn subtle, Karen-san."
Later, Kamui was back in the kitchen, scrubbing the countertops. After what Arashi and Sorata were up to, he was afraid no amount of lysol would ever let him feel safe about eating there. Nekoi came in, smiling happily with Inuiki. She opened the huge plot hole sized freezer to get an ice cream come.
"Oh, thank you!" she said, and a hand reached out and handed her a cone. Kamui looked up from his scrubbing, and blinked.
And blinked again.
'What the-?'
Kamui looked in the freezer. There was Fuuma, playing cards with Nataku, inside the freezer. "I don't care how nucking futs this world is," said Kamui, "But there is no reason for you to be playing cards in the freezer!"
"See Kamui, I'm your foil. *You* would never play cards with Nataku in the freezer, So I must."
Kamui stared blankly at his dead sexy former-freind turned evil-enemy- man-who-wants-to-be-a-suitor. "Look, I also get dressed in the morning, and would never fly around Tokyo naked. Don't tell me-"
Fuuma smiled.
"Ah hell," said Kamui. He slammed the freezer door shut, and left the kitchen.
Nekoi carefully opened the door, and looked at Fuuma. "I take it you never told him that you like to reside in our freezer on Thursday's and play cards with Nataku?"
"I never told him I floated around Tokyo naked either."
"Hmm...I better start watching the skies then," she replied with a giggle.
"I'm naked from around seven until whenever I finish my rounds. Usually about three hours. Except Sundays, that's my off day."
"Okay! Thanks!"
"Daddy," said Nataku, looking at Fuuma, "Is this good?" Nataku laid down a beautiful royal flush.
"Well, hot damn! You beat me again!" said Fuuma. He only had a pair of twos.
Nekoi shrugged and shut the door.
'Those Chi no Ryu are so wierd!' she thought. 'I wonder where that Kusanagi guy is....'
Next Time: Part Four: Tying the Knot! Keiichi's Forgotten Lines!
Yesyes.....you say, why no part four here? because.....part three is long enough! Enjoy!!!
Kamui soon learned of Subaru's angst fest moment with Seishiro, and shrugged. This happened about once a week, and by now, he expected it.
Kamui had been sitting in the library, reading a Mercedes Lackey book called "Magic's Pawn," until he came upon the part with Vanyel and Tylendel. He then tossed it aside, and started to read something cleaner. The first thing he found was "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty," by Anne Rice. Bad smut was better than reading about what Subaru's life could have been like. Or his own, if he liked men, or allowed Subaru to comfort him on stormy nights. It was a secret fear of Kamui's, lightning storms. Which probably meant Fuuma loved them.
'My luck, the day of the final battle, not only will Fuuma REALLY decided to screw me senseless, but it'll be up in Tokyo Tower during the middle of a nasty lighning storm.'
Kamui's other fear was a fear of hieghts.
Anyway, he had been enjoying the bad smut, when Aoki entered the room.
"Good evening, Kamui," said Aoki. "You know, my daughter has a pair of pajama's just like yours."
'Yeah, Aoki...that's just what I wanted to hear,' thought or bear- clad Prince of Angst (This role was formerly played by Subaru, until he lost all emotions).
Kamui carefully kept from cringing, and Aoki smiled. "So, what are you reading?"
"Bad smut," he replied.
Aoki nodded. "'The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty'?"
"Yeah," said Kamui. "How'd you know?"
"Well, that's the worst smut book I can think of," said Aoki. He blushed. "Not that I've read it, Sorata-"
"You don't have to lie with me," said Kamui.
"Actually, my wife read it," he said. "I read the chapter she wanted to-" Aoki noticed the look of absolute horror on Kamui's face that was leading into the boy screaming 'TOO MUCH INFORMATION!', and stopped.
"Sorry," said Aoki.
Kamui shook his head, and cleared his mind. "I'll be okay," he said. "Besides, I have a question for you."
"Oh?" said Aoki. "What?"
"What's an uke?"
Aoki then turned bright red. A man who had just seconds ago been about to reveal his sex secrets was now blushing about explaining what an uke is. What a world. Obviously, Karen had only partially broken down his 'chastity' barriers. "Wh-what? You mean you don't know?"
"No," said Kamui. "So, tell me. I wanna know."
"You know, that book," said Aoki, calmly ignoring the question at hand and changing subjects slyly, "I can give you a copy of something I borrowed from Sorata."
Kamui looked very unamused. "Nice try, how about answering my question?"
Aoki looked at him, and took a deep breathe. "An uke is....well, when two men...um...oh, just ask Karen."
"Someone call for me?" she said, poppng up conviniantly.
"Yeah," said Kamui. "No one will tell me what an uke is!"
"Oh, honey, don't ask anyone who's a male and straight about that," she said. "Ask me. Or better yet, ask Subaru to demonstrate. Hew's a pretty good uke, according to Seishiro."
"I know, I heard."
Karen laughed. "Oh honey, you don't sleep in the room next to them!"
Kamui was unamused. Which, cause further amusement for Karen.
Kamui took a deep breath, and asked, very calmly (much to his credit), "Now, please, tell me, what is an uke?"
Karen regained her composure, and said, suddenly stoping with her laughter and taking on a very serious face and tone of voice, "Well, and uke is the guy in a homosexual relationship who is typically the one who's getting fucked up the ass," she said, rather bluntly.
Kamui stared. And promptly fell out of his chair, still in a sitting position.
Aoki laughed softly. "Ever hear of subtle, Karen-san?" he asked.
"Nope."
After a few moments, it was apparent that Kamui was not moving. Cautiously, Karen poked him. He fell over again, like a statue, except without breaking.
"Damn," said Karen. "Looks like he's in a state of shock."
Aoki nodded. "You should probably learn subtle, Karen-san."
Later, Kamui was back in the kitchen, scrubbing the countertops. After what Arashi and Sorata were up to, he was afraid no amount of lysol would ever let him feel safe about eating there. Nekoi came in, smiling happily with Inuiki. She opened the huge plot hole sized freezer to get an ice cream come.
"Oh, thank you!" she said, and a hand reached out and handed her a cone. Kamui looked up from his scrubbing, and blinked.
And blinked again.
'What the-?'
Kamui looked in the freezer. There was Fuuma, playing cards with Nataku, inside the freezer. "I don't care how nucking futs this world is," said Kamui, "But there is no reason for you to be playing cards in the freezer!"
"See Kamui, I'm your foil. *You* would never play cards with Nataku in the freezer, So I must."
Kamui stared blankly at his dead sexy former-freind turned evil-enemy- man-who-wants-to-be-a-suitor. "Look, I also get dressed in the morning, and would never fly around Tokyo naked. Don't tell me-"
Fuuma smiled.
"Ah hell," said Kamui. He slammed the freezer door shut, and left the kitchen.
Nekoi carefully opened the door, and looked at Fuuma. "I take it you never told him that you like to reside in our freezer on Thursday's and play cards with Nataku?"
"I never told him I floated around Tokyo naked either."
"Hmm...I better start watching the skies then," she replied with a giggle.
"I'm naked from around seven until whenever I finish my rounds. Usually about three hours. Except Sundays, that's my off day."
"Okay! Thanks!"
"Daddy," said Nataku, looking at Fuuma, "Is this good?" Nataku laid down a beautiful royal flush.
"Well, hot damn! You beat me again!" said Fuuma. He only had a pair of twos.
Nekoi shrugged and shut the door.
'Those Chi no Ryu are so wierd!' she thought. 'I wonder where that Kusanagi guy is....'
Next Time: Part Four: Tying the Knot! Keiichi's Forgotten Lines!
Yesyes.....you say, why no part four here? because.....part three is long enough! Enjoy!!!