A Piece Of Cake
By: Teno Hikari
email: tenohikari@cs.com / teno_hikari@yahoo.com
* Disclaimers: If I did own the gorgeous bishounen from Yami no Matsuei... I would have made more yaoi scenes ^_~
* Summary: How can you hide a secret relationship between a homicidal doctor's friend and dream-uke, from the homicidal doctor? The third piece to the 'Rude Awakening Arc' ... I really can't say no to you reviewers ^_^;
* Warning: yaoi (m/m) pairing and some lemony *hints*
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[ 10 AM - At Oriya's *Restaurant* ]
"Please, young master!"
"Please?!"
"For the last time: NO!" Oriya shouted at his servants from where he was sitting at the table. "I will not have you taping me and Tsuzuki doing ... that stuff(1)!"
"But sir," Chiharu pleaded. "Why not?!"
"Because I said: 'NO'!"
"Young master," Yuki stepped in. "Think of all the money we could make."
"No, no, no and ... money?" the brothel owner paused. "What money?"
"We can sell tapes off to shounen ai fan-clubs(2)," said Ayako as she held up her video camera equipment. "We would make hundreds! Thousands!"
Dollar signs appeared in Oriya's eyes before he blinked them away. "No! We're supposed to represent tradition and none of our customers would be interested in these ... videos."
"That's not true," Asuza shook her head. "All our clients would love them, especially Doctor Muraki(3) ..."
Oriya paled, "NO! You are not showing Muraki any of those tapes!"
"So we can make them then! Yay!"
The six beautiful women excitedly rushed to the young master's bedroom to start setting up the equipment.
"Oi!" Oriya protested but his madly giggling servants were already off to prepare the room for the night. Defeated he turned back to his newspaper and began to read. A few seconds later, his secret-lover - Tsuzuki, came running into the room with tears in his eyes.
"Hide me!"
The broth -er- *Restaurant* owner starred at the whimpering Shinigami hiding underneath the table. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
He then looked up as the door slid open again.
"Good morning, Oriya," said Muraki as he entered the room.
Oriya twitched and began to look nervous, "Morning ... Muraki."
The doctor looked around the room for a moment and then back at his friend. "I'm looking for my puppy, have you seen him?"
"Your ... puppy?" the long-haired brunette looked down at the whimpering puppy Tsuzuki under the table by his feet.
"Yes," Muraki pushed up his glasses. "Brown hair ... purple eyes ... and cute little fangs. He's been a very *naughty* puppy and I must take him home to apply discipline ..."
From his hiding place, Tsuzuki began to whimper even more, before looking at Oriya's legs ... and up. "Hey, you're still not wearing anything under that ..."
Kicking Tsuzuki under the table, Oriya shook his head. "Nope, no puppies here ..."
Muraki frowned, "I could have sworn he ran in here ... odd since you two aren't seeing each other again, right?"
The killer gave his friend the infamous freaky eye glare. A bead of sweat ran down Oriya's face as he shook his head violently. "No, of course not! Why would I want that lazy, drooling, walking garbage disposal ... ouch!"
Tsuzuki gave his lover a death glare as he bit the man's ankle. Oriya returned the glare then looked back up to Muraki to continue, "And I would never betray our friendship ..."
The doctor considered this, not wondering in the slightest why his friend was hastily casting glances underneath the table. Muraki turned off his freaky-eye much to Oriya's relief. He sighed and sat down at the table, making Tsuzuki move even closer to the other man.
"Oh well, I guess I'll try 'Tsuzuki-hunting' later," Muraki folded his hands as Oriya poured him a cup of tea. "In the mean time, how have you been?"
"Same as always," Oriya shrugged. "You?"
"So glad you asked!" the doctor smiled insanely. "Now let me prattle on about my sick obsession for a man who's old enough to be my grandfather and how I like to rape little boys..."
Both Tsuzuki and Oriya twitched.
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Author's Ramble
(1) Oriya owns a brothel but still can't bring himself to say that he and Tsuzuki are doing the wild monkey dance ^^;;;
(2) How many of you would pay to see lemon-fanfics animated???
(3) I think Muraki would be very interested, but probably be pretty pissed off that he wasn't in the ::cough:: home video ^^;
By: Teno Hikari
email: tenohikari@cs.com / teno_hikari@yahoo.com
* Disclaimers: If I did own the gorgeous bishounen from Yami no Matsuei... I would have made more yaoi scenes ^_~
* Summary: How can you hide a secret relationship between a homicidal doctor's friend and dream-uke, from the homicidal doctor? The third piece to the 'Rude Awakening Arc' ... I really can't say no to you reviewers ^_^;
* Warning: yaoi (m/m) pairing and some lemony *hints*
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[ 10 AM - At Oriya's *Restaurant* ]
"Please, young master!"
"Please?!"
"For the last time: NO!" Oriya shouted at his servants from where he was sitting at the table. "I will not have you taping me and Tsuzuki doing ... that stuff(1)!"
"But sir," Chiharu pleaded. "Why not?!"
"Because I said: 'NO'!"
"Young master," Yuki stepped in. "Think of all the money we could make."
"No, no, no and ... money?" the brothel owner paused. "What money?"
"We can sell tapes off to shounen ai fan-clubs(2)," said Ayako as she held up her video camera equipment. "We would make hundreds! Thousands!"
Dollar signs appeared in Oriya's eyes before he blinked them away. "No! We're supposed to represent tradition and none of our customers would be interested in these ... videos."
"That's not true," Asuza shook her head. "All our clients would love them, especially Doctor Muraki(3) ..."
Oriya paled, "NO! You are not showing Muraki any of those tapes!"
"So we can make them then! Yay!"
The six beautiful women excitedly rushed to the young master's bedroom to start setting up the equipment.
"Oi!" Oriya protested but his madly giggling servants were already off to prepare the room for the night. Defeated he turned back to his newspaper and began to read. A few seconds later, his secret-lover - Tsuzuki, came running into the room with tears in his eyes.
"Hide me!"
The broth -er- *Restaurant* owner starred at the whimpering Shinigami hiding underneath the table. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
He then looked up as the door slid open again.
"Good morning, Oriya," said Muraki as he entered the room.
Oriya twitched and began to look nervous, "Morning ... Muraki."
The doctor looked around the room for a moment and then back at his friend. "I'm looking for my puppy, have you seen him?"
"Your ... puppy?" the long-haired brunette looked down at the whimpering puppy Tsuzuki under the table by his feet.
"Yes," Muraki pushed up his glasses. "Brown hair ... purple eyes ... and cute little fangs. He's been a very *naughty* puppy and I must take him home to apply discipline ..."
From his hiding place, Tsuzuki began to whimper even more, before looking at Oriya's legs ... and up. "Hey, you're still not wearing anything under that ..."
Kicking Tsuzuki under the table, Oriya shook his head. "Nope, no puppies here ..."
Muraki frowned, "I could have sworn he ran in here ... odd since you two aren't seeing each other again, right?"
The killer gave his friend the infamous freaky eye glare. A bead of sweat ran down Oriya's face as he shook his head violently. "No, of course not! Why would I want that lazy, drooling, walking garbage disposal ... ouch!"
Tsuzuki gave his lover a death glare as he bit the man's ankle. Oriya returned the glare then looked back up to Muraki to continue, "And I would never betray our friendship ..."
The doctor considered this, not wondering in the slightest why his friend was hastily casting glances underneath the table. Muraki turned off his freaky-eye much to Oriya's relief. He sighed and sat down at the table, making Tsuzuki move even closer to the other man.
"Oh well, I guess I'll try 'Tsuzuki-hunting' later," Muraki folded his hands as Oriya poured him a cup of tea. "In the mean time, how have you been?"
"Same as always," Oriya shrugged. "You?"
"So glad you asked!" the doctor smiled insanely. "Now let me prattle on about my sick obsession for a man who's old enough to be my grandfather and how I like to rape little boys..."
Both Tsuzuki and Oriya twitched.
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Author's Ramble
(1) Oriya owns a brothel but still can't bring himself to say that he and Tsuzuki are doing the wild monkey dance ^^;;;
(2) How many of you would pay to see lemon-fanfics animated???
(3) I think Muraki would be very interested, but probably be pretty pissed off that he wasn't in the ::cough:: home video ^^;