Suguru looked up at the odd scraping noise coming from the ventilation (not unlike the coffee machine last week).

Scrreek. Scrreeek. Screeeek.

'God. . . don't stop. Keep moving. . . ' Alas, it was not to be.

"KISSHIMKISSHIMKISSHIM!" Screamed Ryuichi springing forth from the duct and shoving Shuichi's face into Fujisaki's. Naturally Fujisaki, instead of obliging, stumbled back in fear, clutching his chest to try to control his racing pulse.

Ryuichi looked down at Suguru who was suffering some sort of cardiac arrest. Cool.

"No good Kuma!" Whined Ryuichi, as he went over to call an ambulance. K always said this was a nice thing to do if you accidentally give someone a heart attack, and Ryuichi, caring soul he was, liked doing nice things for people.

But this did not help his current situation. Fuji-chan was incapable of kissing Shu-chan in his current state.

". . ."

"Maybe you're right Kuma." Admitted Ryuichi. Maybe the element of surprise hadn't been the best approach . . . but just asking outright . . . was a kinda boring way to go about it. Fujisaki had been their main target (seeing as how everyone said he was the little prince of the Suguru's and Seguchi's - though generally when he wasn't there).

". . . "

"You're right Kuma! We have to get out of here!" K always said if you accidentally kill someone to run away straight away. Ryuichi supposed this was so you wouldn't be in the way of the ambulance people 'n stuff, and Ryuichi didn't want to be in anyone's way! "Baibai!" Kumagarou waved to the convulsing figure while they retreated with Shu to the relative safety of the ventilation duct.

". . . ."

"But Kuma. . . " Whispered Ryuichi, "We don't know any more princes!"

". . ."

"That's right!" It was so obvious! A Prince didn't always save the beautiful princess; sometimes it was a Hiro! A Hiro on a white horse! Kumagarou was so smart! Now if only they had a white horse . . .

"HIROHIROHIROHIRO!" Screamed the ventilation ducts followed by the furious clanging of feet and hands dragging through the metal crawlspace. Hiro, either alerted by some weird psychic reception (or maybe just the reverberation in the ducts) made quickly for the studio exit. He didn't even go to collect his guitar.

Which was a pity really, since he would have found valuable clues there as to what was happening. Namely in the form of a rather nasty message written by a rather put out rabbit, that was terribly upset to find out his secret crush had been but to sleep by some evil witch. Kuma you see was still not happy about having to let other people kiss his Shuichi. It was bad enough that Shuichi was still in a relationship with Yuki. Why, if that Yuki- fellow didn't intimidate Ryu so much, he might even do something about it!

Ryu, being the naturally oblivious owner he was, was naturally oblivious to all this (of course). He thought Kuma just looked at Shuichi as a friend . . . and Kuma, being a little embarrassed about the whole affair (Shuichi, pink as he may be, was still no rabbit) preferred to keep it this way.

Walk fast.

"HIRO! HIRO! MATTE!"

Don't look back.

"HIRO! HIROOOooooOOOOOoooo!"

". . . " Suggested Kumagarou. It was so insane, it just might work.

"I! HAVE! SHU-CHAN! HE WON'T MOVE!" Kekekekekeke. He looked. That was always their first mistake because once they looked they couldn't deny they'd heard you anymore. Hiro must have realized this because he smacked his own forehead in appreciation.

"Ohayo gozaimasu, Sakuma-san!" Greeted Hiro, a little curious as to why Ryuichi was dragging Shu around the car park.

". . . "

"Ahem." Ryuichi gestured meaningfully to Kuma.

"Ohayo Kuma-chan!"

". . . ."

"Ano . . . " Ryuichi blushed a little, bowing slightly. "If possible please call him Kuma-sama."

"Kuma. . . sama. . . "Corrected Hiro, and Ryuichi beamed. Kuma made a comment that Ryuichi largely suspected was sarcastic, but was otherwise pleased with this new mode of address.

"Hiro-chan?" Wheedled Ryuichi expertly.

"H. . . . hai?" Stuttered Hiro. Keeping in mind he was Shuichi's particular childhood friend, and was quite familiar with getting fleeced.

"Kuma needs a little favour. . . "

" H. . .hai . . ?" Familiar with, but not immune to. Sweatdrop.