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Ryuichi struggled under the weight of his recently liberated son. Sure Shuichi was smaller and lighter than Ryuichi himself, but just like Shuichi, eating enormous amounts of food and doing regular to excessive physical exercise did not equate to being particularly muscular. Sure he could do 24 levels of Dance Dance Revolution without breaking a sweat but when it came to carrying someone close to his own size . . . damn. Luckily he had learnt a trick from Tohma to deal with this. . . erm. . . shortcoming.
"K! Carry Shu-chan!" Ordered Ryuichi imperiously. The natural blonde hefted the pink haired boy easily over his shoulder since the squealing and struggling had stopped immediately (well immediately after K ground his gun barrel into Shuichi's head anyway). "We need to go somewhere they'll never think of looking for us!" Well. That immediately ruled out Tokyo Tower because if Ryuichi was looking for Ryuichi the first place he would go would be Tokyo Tower. Why? Well who the hell knows? Maybe it was the really cool souvenirs. "Aha! We'll go to NG Studio's! They'll never, ever, ever think to go there!"
K and Sakano facefaulted.
"Ano. . . isn't that the first place they'll look?" Wow. That was an unusually observant (not to mention correct) remark from Shuichi. Too bad he didn't have the brain's to keep it to himself since technically he WANTED to be in the first place they would look. Damn bursts of intelligence!
Argh! There was another one telling him he'd screwed up royally!
"Honto." Murmured Ryuichi to himself humming and harring thoughtfully. "Where else would they not look then. . . "
"Yuki's place?" Suggested Shuichi brightly. Even someone of Ryuichi's limited facilities knew better than to dignify that suggestion with a response. Shuichi, still slung over K's shoulder, went back to pouting with a vengeance (presumably to distract himself from the fact that thong backed bunny suits were a fashion don't).
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Shuichi watched in horror as Ryuichi pointed to the menu while instructing the waitress.
"More cake!"
Shuichi looked horrified from K to Sakano to Ryuichi himself who had an encouraging smile on his face.
"Eat up Shu-chan!" Ryuichi couldn't help feeling confused at Shuichi's petulant look. He didn't understand what was going on at all. He'd spent all night playing princess maker2 and knew exactly how to be a good father now. Yes! Shumagarou was just stressed. Eating cake would lower his stress. Then Shu would be happy and good and not marry the prince of darkness (Yuki).
. . . and could that waitress run. Hadn't she ever heard gun shots before?
If the 6'3", gun-toting gaijin hadn't scared her off, it's fairly certain the 5'5" wailing puddle on the floor would have. Ryuichi noted Shumagarou didn't like cheesecake. The boy had started wailing for Yuki as soon as he saw it. K, reacting on instinct had riddled it with bullets, but instead of thanking K, as he should have, for removing the offensive dessert, Shumagarou was just crying more. There had been no incidents like this in the simulation.
Ryuichi secretly wondered where he might find a young officer and a buxomise pill
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Ah. Noon. Time to get up. If Shuichi hadn't noticed Yuki's perfect body in repose by now it wasn't going to happen today. Heh. It was a curse to be so good looking.
"Nicotine! Now!" Demanded the perfect body, much to Yuki's chagrin. If he wasn't such a sexy beast he'd quit smoking just to spite himself, but carcinogenic though it might be, he was convinced it made him look cool. Or at least that's how he justified it. Yeah. He could quit anytime, it was just an image thing.
"If I don't get some damn nicotine in the next thirty seconds. . . " Warned his body causing Yuki to eep. The last time he'd ignored a nicotine craving had been horrendous! Unconsciously he rubbed a hand over his scarred hip in remembrance of 'the cheesecake incident'.
Such was a day in the life of Yuki Eiri. Wake up. Fulfil nicotine and caffeine obligations. Watch some soaps (Days of our Lives and The Young and the Restless). Do a little housework. Whip out a few chapters. Back to watch soaps (Icha Icha Paradise and The Bold and the Beautiful). Order some takeout and 'make' dinner (surely raking it out of the container could be considered work).
He wasn't a housewife dammit! He was a domestic artiste!
Yuki plodded over to the couch with his coffee in one hand and the remote in the other and scowled.
His schedule was out already since he'd had to find an open grocery store at 6am to fix his hair.
"Move!" He ordered Tatsuha who was staring dazed at the ceiling. God no! He was drooling on Shuichi's pillow! Now it would have nasty Tats smell and when Brooke dumped Deacon, Yuki would have nothing to cuddle!
Finally an advertisement.
"What's wrong with you?" Yuki asked offhanded.
"Concussion." Replied Tatsuha .
"Hn." Replied Yuki with just a hint of sympathy, having been the recipient of many such injuries since Shuichi came into his life.
"I must have hit my head on something when they came and took Shu." Tatsuha responded, still in complete denial that his idol could be in anyway related to something that caused him pain.
"Hn." Replied Yuki, pretending to be engrossed with the TV.
Tatsuha, being one of two people in the whole entire Universe that understood Yuki-speak (though he may not be as fluent as Shuichi he prided himself on this fact) continued. "I don't know where! He might be molesting Shu right now for all we know!"
Shu was gone? But. . . but. . . who would come home and tell Yuki what a fantastic cook he was? How he was such a great writer? How sexy he was?
'No nagging you smoke to much?' Suggested the body slyly.
"Hn." Replied Yuki.
"You're right!" Cheered Tatsuha. "We need to go watch!"
Yuki looked at his brother coldly.
"Ohh. you said 'Hn.' Gomen. . . You're right! Of course we need to go rescue him . . .ehehe . . "
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"Are you sure you're not a Yuki clone in disguise trying to infiltrate my home and destabilize my relationship with Shumagarou?"
Tatsuha, dressed in a school girl outfit shook his head vehemently. His original plan had been to disguise himself as a maid, but this was the best he could find in Shuichi's stuff. So instead he would have to try for babysitter.
"Can you talk to emperor Penguins?" Asked Sakuma innocently.
"Erm. Hai?" Gambled Tatsuha. It was a 50/50 thing.
"You're hired!" Squealed Ryuichi happily.
Damn Eiri. He was probably still at his apartment trying to program the VCR. Boy was Shuichi ever going to be pissed when he found out Aniki had used his precious concert tapes to record soaps. Tatsuha, as a last mercy had hidden all the Nittle Grasper tapes - that would have just been sacrilege.
So here he was executing his brilliant plan. Code name: Infiltrate Sakuma- sama's Home and Free Shuichi (if all went to plan this would involve seducing Sakuma or at the very least seeing him naked).
Ryuichi led Tatsuha through to the lounge room where Shuichi who was still bawling (though admittedly less, given imminent dehydration) ceased to cry immediately. Ryuichi was delighted.
"Ohh! Shumagarou likes you!" He exclaimed delightedly.
Shuichi just stared, memorizing every detail since he doubted he would even see the real Yuki in drag (well there had been that one time, but who could blame him when anyone that had drunk that much coffee in one sitting would act the same way, neee?).
"This is K and this is Cube!" Ryuichi indicated K and Sakano. "And this is Shu-chan and Kuma-chan!" Ryuichi introduced his two babies, seating himself on the sofa next to Shuichi he proceeded to cuddle Kumagarou and chew on his ear (as he habitually tended to do - Kumagarou never complained at any rate) when Shuichi (the shock having worn off) started to sniffle again. Ryuichi panicked trying to understand what had suddenly upset Shumagarou again. . . oh my. . . was Shu-chan jealous? Ryuichi's eye's widened in surprise at the revelation.
"Shu-chan! I love you just as much as I love Kumagarou!!" He declared biting Shuichi's ear to prove it. It was funny really, Tohma had invested years convincing Ryuichi that biting people was not a good thing, but it was worth it to see Shu-chan turn a delightful shade of pink before collapsing into a relaxing sleep (all that crying for joy must have worn him out). Yes, Ryuichi decided, he would definitely have to bite more people in the near future.
"Please bite me too!" Begged the Babysitter.
Ryuichi struggled under the weight of his recently liberated son. Sure Shuichi was smaller and lighter than Ryuichi himself, but just like Shuichi, eating enormous amounts of food and doing regular to excessive physical exercise did not equate to being particularly muscular. Sure he could do 24 levels of Dance Dance Revolution without breaking a sweat but when it came to carrying someone close to his own size . . . damn. Luckily he had learnt a trick from Tohma to deal with this. . . erm. . . shortcoming.
"K! Carry Shu-chan!" Ordered Ryuichi imperiously. The natural blonde hefted the pink haired boy easily over his shoulder since the squealing and struggling had stopped immediately (well immediately after K ground his gun barrel into Shuichi's head anyway). "We need to go somewhere they'll never think of looking for us!" Well. That immediately ruled out Tokyo Tower because if Ryuichi was looking for Ryuichi the first place he would go would be Tokyo Tower. Why? Well who the hell knows? Maybe it was the really cool souvenirs. "Aha! We'll go to NG Studio's! They'll never, ever, ever think to go there!"
K and Sakano facefaulted.
"Ano. . . isn't that the first place they'll look?" Wow. That was an unusually observant (not to mention correct) remark from Shuichi. Too bad he didn't have the brain's to keep it to himself since technically he WANTED to be in the first place they would look. Damn bursts of intelligence!
Argh! There was another one telling him he'd screwed up royally!
"Honto." Murmured Ryuichi to himself humming and harring thoughtfully. "Where else would they not look then. . . "
"Yuki's place?" Suggested Shuichi brightly. Even someone of Ryuichi's limited facilities knew better than to dignify that suggestion with a response. Shuichi, still slung over K's shoulder, went back to pouting with a vengeance (presumably to distract himself from the fact that thong backed bunny suits were a fashion don't).
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Shuichi watched in horror as Ryuichi pointed to the menu while instructing the waitress.
"More cake!"
Shuichi looked horrified from K to Sakano to Ryuichi himself who had an encouraging smile on his face.
"Eat up Shu-chan!" Ryuichi couldn't help feeling confused at Shuichi's petulant look. He didn't understand what was going on at all. He'd spent all night playing princess maker2 and knew exactly how to be a good father now. Yes! Shumagarou was just stressed. Eating cake would lower his stress. Then Shu would be happy and good and not marry the prince of darkness (Yuki).
. . . and could that waitress run. Hadn't she ever heard gun shots before?
If the 6'3", gun-toting gaijin hadn't scared her off, it's fairly certain the 5'5" wailing puddle on the floor would have. Ryuichi noted Shumagarou didn't like cheesecake. The boy had started wailing for Yuki as soon as he saw it. K, reacting on instinct had riddled it with bullets, but instead of thanking K, as he should have, for removing the offensive dessert, Shumagarou was just crying more. There had been no incidents like this in the simulation.
Ryuichi secretly wondered where he might find a young officer and a buxomise pill
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Ah. Noon. Time to get up. If Shuichi hadn't noticed Yuki's perfect body in repose by now it wasn't going to happen today. Heh. It was a curse to be so good looking.
"Nicotine! Now!" Demanded the perfect body, much to Yuki's chagrin. If he wasn't such a sexy beast he'd quit smoking just to spite himself, but carcinogenic though it might be, he was convinced it made him look cool. Or at least that's how he justified it. Yeah. He could quit anytime, it was just an image thing.
"If I don't get some damn nicotine in the next thirty seconds. . . " Warned his body causing Yuki to eep. The last time he'd ignored a nicotine craving had been horrendous! Unconsciously he rubbed a hand over his scarred hip in remembrance of 'the cheesecake incident'.
Such was a day in the life of Yuki Eiri. Wake up. Fulfil nicotine and caffeine obligations. Watch some soaps (Days of our Lives and The Young and the Restless). Do a little housework. Whip out a few chapters. Back to watch soaps (Icha Icha Paradise and The Bold and the Beautiful). Order some takeout and 'make' dinner (surely raking it out of the container could be considered work).
He wasn't a housewife dammit! He was a domestic artiste!
Yuki plodded over to the couch with his coffee in one hand and the remote in the other and scowled.
His schedule was out already since he'd had to find an open grocery store at 6am to fix his hair.
"Move!" He ordered Tatsuha who was staring dazed at the ceiling. God no! He was drooling on Shuichi's pillow! Now it would have nasty Tats smell and when Brooke dumped Deacon, Yuki would have nothing to cuddle!
Finally an advertisement.
"What's wrong with you?" Yuki asked offhanded.
"Concussion." Replied Tatsuha .
"Hn." Replied Yuki with just a hint of sympathy, having been the recipient of many such injuries since Shuichi came into his life.
"I must have hit my head on something when they came and took Shu." Tatsuha responded, still in complete denial that his idol could be in anyway related to something that caused him pain.
"Hn." Replied Yuki, pretending to be engrossed with the TV.
Tatsuha, being one of two people in the whole entire Universe that understood Yuki-speak (though he may not be as fluent as Shuichi he prided himself on this fact) continued. "I don't know where! He might be molesting Shu right now for all we know!"
Shu was gone? But. . . but. . . who would come home and tell Yuki what a fantastic cook he was? How he was such a great writer? How sexy he was?
'No nagging you smoke to much?' Suggested the body slyly.
"Hn." Replied Yuki.
"You're right!" Cheered Tatsuha. "We need to go watch!"
Yuki looked at his brother coldly.
"Ohh. you said 'Hn.' Gomen. . . You're right! Of course we need to go rescue him . . .ehehe . . "
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"Are you sure you're not a Yuki clone in disguise trying to infiltrate my home and destabilize my relationship with Shumagarou?"
Tatsuha, dressed in a school girl outfit shook his head vehemently. His original plan had been to disguise himself as a maid, but this was the best he could find in Shuichi's stuff. So instead he would have to try for babysitter.
"Can you talk to emperor Penguins?" Asked Sakuma innocently.
"Erm. Hai?" Gambled Tatsuha. It was a 50/50 thing.
"You're hired!" Squealed Ryuichi happily.
Damn Eiri. He was probably still at his apartment trying to program the VCR. Boy was Shuichi ever going to be pissed when he found out Aniki had used his precious concert tapes to record soaps. Tatsuha, as a last mercy had hidden all the Nittle Grasper tapes - that would have just been sacrilege.
So here he was executing his brilliant plan. Code name: Infiltrate Sakuma- sama's Home and Free Shuichi (if all went to plan this would involve seducing Sakuma or at the very least seeing him naked).
Ryuichi led Tatsuha through to the lounge room where Shuichi who was still bawling (though admittedly less, given imminent dehydration) ceased to cry immediately. Ryuichi was delighted.
"Ohh! Shumagarou likes you!" He exclaimed delightedly.
Shuichi just stared, memorizing every detail since he doubted he would even see the real Yuki in drag (well there had been that one time, but who could blame him when anyone that had drunk that much coffee in one sitting would act the same way, neee?).
"This is K and this is Cube!" Ryuichi indicated K and Sakano. "And this is Shu-chan and Kuma-chan!" Ryuichi introduced his two babies, seating himself on the sofa next to Shuichi he proceeded to cuddle Kumagarou and chew on his ear (as he habitually tended to do - Kumagarou never complained at any rate) when Shuichi (the shock having worn off) started to sniffle again. Ryuichi panicked trying to understand what had suddenly upset Shumagarou again. . . oh my. . . was Shu-chan jealous? Ryuichi's eye's widened in surprise at the revelation.
"Shu-chan! I love you just as much as I love Kumagarou!!" He declared biting Shuichi's ear to prove it. It was funny really, Tohma had invested years convincing Ryuichi that biting people was not a good thing, but it was worth it to see Shu-chan turn a delightful shade of pink before collapsing into a relaxing sleep (all that crying for joy must have worn him out). Yes, Ryuichi decided, he would definitely have to bite more people in the near future.
"Please bite me too!" Begged the Babysitter.