""SHUICHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Wha. . .?" Shuichi startled awake at Hiro's yell, before throwing aside the blanket to go see what the commotion was. Really Hiro had no compassion waking him up like that when he was so obviously feeling sorry for his un-Yuki'd self. But then again, maybe Yuki had turned over a new leaf! Maybe . . . maybe Yuki had realized that that whole playing-hard-to-get shtick was wearing thin and was RIGHT NOW downstairs burning with love-love passion! Wanting to express his feelings to Shuichi with flowers and pocky and moonlit walks! It had, after all, happened once before!
Of course Yuki had been stoned at the time . . . and nobody, not even Mika (who was mostly family . . . well . . . 'mostly' because Tatsuha entrusted shu with this incredibly believable theory involving Aliens just a few days ago) had known eating poppy seeds would have that kind of effect on Yuki. But that was irrelevant! Those had been the happiest 43 minutes and 12 seconds of Shuichi's life! He hadn't even known it was possible to do that kind of thing with a jar of peanuts and an electric toothbrush!
Bounding down the stairs ecstatically, Shuichi came upon a frantic Hiro. Glancing hopefully around the room he found Yuki!
"Yuuuuuuuuuuuuukiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" He screamed rapturously pouncing. Sure he remembered Yuki being. . . well 'taller'. . . and maybe 'blonde'. . . and definitely 'anti-social' (Yuki was never ever this casual about public shows of affection) . . . "You're not Yuki!" He screamed holding Kuma at arms length. While Shuichi might have been generally speaking . . . 'less-observant' than his lover, he didn't have the benefit of being inebriated, hence there was no way that (now he looked more closely) this could be Yuki.
"Hiiiiro!" Whined Shuichi looking accusingly in Hiro's direction. "Did you dress Kumagarou up as Yuki to try to trick me? That's just mean!" Sniffling to himself, Shuichi worked up a fresh batch of tears.
"Shuichi! Let's go to Yuki's place right now!" Decided Hiro, depositing Kumagarou in Shuichi's arms and grabbing his keys. The sooner he got rid of Shuichi the sooner he could concentrate on returning Kumagarou to Ryuichi, and the sooner he could forget the insanity and sleep. Sleep was good.
"Demo . . . Hiro, shouldn't we think about this first or something?" This was no time for Shuichi to be becoming self-aware! There was an extremely popular singer with the mentality of a 5-year-old running around Tokyo without his Kuma! "We have to formulate plans! And strategies! Maybe Yuki just needs some time alone? I could stay with you for a while! You wouldn't mind, ne? Ne?"
So Hiro did the sensible thing and deftly clubbed Shuichi on the back of the head with a conveniently placed fire extinguisher. Tying the temporarily unconscious Shuichi and Kuma (who was kinda . . . always unconscious) to the back of his motorcycle, Hiro headed for Yuki's apartment.
* * * *
It had been a good amount of time since Yuki prayed, but now, cowering in fear on his own couch while his homicidal lover rampaged just feet away, seemed like a good time to start. Since Shuichi had locked himself in the bedroom there had been a few punctuated squeals followed by a morbidly fascinating stretch of silence.
Now normally when someone came to the door at this time of night, Yuki ignored it, no matter how many times, or how politely they knocked. This time was the exception of course, which was just as well since Hiro had searched Shuichi for a key already and come up blank.
Throwing the door open wide, Yuki found Nakano. Now if only it wasn't against Yuki's nature to beg for help. Nakano blinked a few times and Yuki responded with a twitch. Having acknowledged each other as much as they normally did, Yuki finally broke the ice.
"What do you want?" He asked as expressionlessly as he could manage. He might have blown some cigarette smoke in the others face, but he'd decided to quit just to foil Shuichi's plans earlier. He finally settled for looking menacing.
"PLEASE! PLEASE TAKE HIM BACK!" Demanded Hiro, grabbing desperately at Yuki's shirt. Before thrusting the unconscious body at the writer. To Hiro's abject horror, Yuki looked at the body, before trudging back inside. Hiro taking this as some kind of rejection, began to panic. More.
Back inside, Yuki went over to the bedroom, forced the door, and found 'Shuichi' sleeping in his sock drawer. He wandered back to the front door where the weeping Hiro was trying to revive Shuichi with a box of pocky. Wandering back to the bedroom it finally occurred to him that this might not be Shuichi. After all, Shuichi knew he wasn't allowed to sleep in Yuki's closet. He hadn't been allowed to do that since the time he fell asleep in there with wet hair and stained all Yuki's shirts fushia.
Carrying Ryuichi by the scruff of his neck back to the door, Hiro threw him at the waiting Hiro, before nudging Shuichi with one slippered foot. Shuichi woke up immediately.
"YUUUUUUUKIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm sorry! I'll never do it again! I'm bad! Bad bad bad!" Wailed Shuichi, latching onto the author. Yuki, simply relieved to have the real Shuichi back, decided not to bother negotiating too much, instead he leaned forward to whisper something to Shuichi who gave a happy squee and had the majority of his clothes stripped off before he disappeared into the bedroom. Definitely the real Shuichi then.
Just to be on the safe, Yuki glared at Hiro and the fake a bit, before closing the door on them and going to join Shuichi. Hiro took this all rather well. Probably because he was used to it. In fact, he was even quite pleased with the transaction, which was definitely smoother than usual. He'd been prepared to settle for Yuki taking Shuichi for two days in three.
Hiro gave Ryuichi a few shakes to wake him up. "Ohayo Hiro-chan!" Sang Ryuichi waking up with a yawn. "Where's Shuichi?" He asked innocently. Hiro was always around when Shuichi was. Maybe they were friends or something.
"He's with Yuki-san right now."
"Ah! Yuki-san is mean! All he wants to do is look at naked people and type!" Warned Ryuichi shaking his head in a disapproving manner for emphasis. "We have to warn Shuichi!"
"Ah. . . well Shuichi might be busy . . . sleeping . . . " Mumbled Hiro. "Why don't we come back later?"
"Oh." Ryuichi conceded. It was awfully dark after all. "Okay! You'll bring me back first thing tomorrow and we can convince Shuichi to leave, right? Right?"
"Er. Sure." Replied Hiro who had just spent 10 minutes of dignity begging Yuki to take Shu back. However, it was most likely Ryuichi would find something else to distract himself within an hour and if not, Hiro had a whole roll of aluminum foil back at his apartment that said otherwise.
"Ah! Where's Kuma! I left him with you!" Ryuichi accused. Hiro remembering Kumagarou was still in Shuichi's pocket pointed wordlessly toward the apartment door.
* * * * * *
The plan was simple.
All Ryuichi had to do was sneak in and grab Kuma from Shuichi's pants and get out (they were right there on the floor by the couch), but being real sneaky-like so Yuki didn't see him and get grumpy. Creeping along he came across the pants and Kumagarou, who he immediately placed atop his head in the usual fashion. From the doorway Hiro gave him the thumbs up sign and beckoned for him to return . . . and yet there was a curious amount of noise coming form the bedroom. In fact, Ryuichi was convinced Shuichi and Yuki weren't asleep at all. It even sounded like they were discussing plumbing. Crawling over to the door he peered in.
"HOLY SHIT!" Exclaimed Ryuichi.
The unexpected intrusion naturally caused Shuichi to drop his plunger in surprise. Yuki wasn't holding anything to drop, but then it must have been pretty hard to hold anything when you were tied to the headboard like that. Not to mention they were both naked or nothing.
Ryuichi quickly covered Kumagarou's eyes.
"Er . . . this isn't what it looks like?" Tried Shuichi. It was times like this, you know . . .like when one of your best friends walked in on you having kinky sex? That you really appreciated that locks existed on doors for a reason. 20-20 hindsight however. So Shuichi did the next best thing, clapping twice the lights went out. Luckily Yuki was gagged so if he just kept quiet enough Ryuichi wouldn't find them and go away.
Ryuichi however had already seen this trick when he walked in on Tohma and Mika doing something . . . remarkably similar, so he was suitably unimpressed. "Let's go home Hiro." Sniffed Ryuichi indignantly. Kei had already explained this was a two people only game (except sometimes and since he wasn't invited, this was obviously not one of those times), so Ryuichi figured his time was better spent at Hiro's.
THE END
*It wasn't until several days after the event that Hiro thought to wonder exactly when Ryuichi had moved into his apartment. But that's another story.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
The ending sucked. But then they always do... ever wonder why they have those corny jokes at the end of cartoons to like round them off? Maybe its cos the writers are almost as bad as me and don't know how to end it otherwise... I have no corny joke for you... its just I'm determined to finish all my half-done fics - even if they have the crappy endings : ) then I can start something new !!! I wanna write something really cool for the obsession competition _ but I doubt I will be able to come up with anything v.v#
I ended up dropping the timestamps... er... kinda when I realized its 48 hrs to declare a missing person, not 24... I'm so stoopid... v.v
"Wha. . .?" Shuichi startled awake at Hiro's yell, before throwing aside the blanket to go see what the commotion was. Really Hiro had no compassion waking him up like that when he was so obviously feeling sorry for his un-Yuki'd self. But then again, maybe Yuki had turned over a new leaf! Maybe . . . maybe Yuki had realized that that whole playing-hard-to-get shtick was wearing thin and was RIGHT NOW downstairs burning with love-love passion! Wanting to express his feelings to Shuichi with flowers and pocky and moonlit walks! It had, after all, happened once before!
Of course Yuki had been stoned at the time . . . and nobody, not even Mika (who was mostly family . . . well . . . 'mostly' because Tatsuha entrusted shu with this incredibly believable theory involving Aliens just a few days ago) had known eating poppy seeds would have that kind of effect on Yuki. But that was irrelevant! Those had been the happiest 43 minutes and 12 seconds of Shuichi's life! He hadn't even known it was possible to do that kind of thing with a jar of peanuts and an electric toothbrush!
Bounding down the stairs ecstatically, Shuichi came upon a frantic Hiro. Glancing hopefully around the room he found Yuki!
"Yuuuuuuuuuuuuukiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" He screamed rapturously pouncing. Sure he remembered Yuki being. . . well 'taller'. . . and maybe 'blonde'. . . and definitely 'anti-social' (Yuki was never ever this casual about public shows of affection) . . . "You're not Yuki!" He screamed holding Kuma at arms length. While Shuichi might have been generally speaking . . . 'less-observant' than his lover, he didn't have the benefit of being inebriated, hence there was no way that (now he looked more closely) this could be Yuki.
"Hiiiiro!" Whined Shuichi looking accusingly in Hiro's direction. "Did you dress Kumagarou up as Yuki to try to trick me? That's just mean!" Sniffling to himself, Shuichi worked up a fresh batch of tears.
"Shuichi! Let's go to Yuki's place right now!" Decided Hiro, depositing Kumagarou in Shuichi's arms and grabbing his keys. The sooner he got rid of Shuichi the sooner he could concentrate on returning Kumagarou to Ryuichi, and the sooner he could forget the insanity and sleep. Sleep was good.
"Demo . . . Hiro, shouldn't we think about this first or something?" This was no time for Shuichi to be becoming self-aware! There was an extremely popular singer with the mentality of a 5-year-old running around Tokyo without his Kuma! "We have to formulate plans! And strategies! Maybe Yuki just needs some time alone? I could stay with you for a while! You wouldn't mind, ne? Ne?"
So Hiro did the sensible thing and deftly clubbed Shuichi on the back of the head with a conveniently placed fire extinguisher. Tying the temporarily unconscious Shuichi and Kuma (who was kinda . . . always unconscious) to the back of his motorcycle, Hiro headed for Yuki's apartment.
* * * *
It had been a good amount of time since Yuki prayed, but now, cowering in fear on his own couch while his homicidal lover rampaged just feet away, seemed like a good time to start. Since Shuichi had locked himself in the bedroom there had been a few punctuated squeals followed by a morbidly fascinating stretch of silence.
Now normally when someone came to the door at this time of night, Yuki ignored it, no matter how many times, or how politely they knocked. This time was the exception of course, which was just as well since Hiro had searched Shuichi for a key already and come up blank.
Throwing the door open wide, Yuki found Nakano. Now if only it wasn't against Yuki's nature to beg for help. Nakano blinked a few times and Yuki responded with a twitch. Having acknowledged each other as much as they normally did, Yuki finally broke the ice.
"What do you want?" He asked as expressionlessly as he could manage. He might have blown some cigarette smoke in the others face, but he'd decided to quit just to foil Shuichi's plans earlier. He finally settled for looking menacing.
"PLEASE! PLEASE TAKE HIM BACK!" Demanded Hiro, grabbing desperately at Yuki's shirt. Before thrusting the unconscious body at the writer. To Hiro's abject horror, Yuki looked at the body, before trudging back inside. Hiro taking this as some kind of rejection, began to panic. More.
Back inside, Yuki went over to the bedroom, forced the door, and found 'Shuichi' sleeping in his sock drawer. He wandered back to the front door where the weeping Hiro was trying to revive Shuichi with a box of pocky. Wandering back to the bedroom it finally occurred to him that this might not be Shuichi. After all, Shuichi knew he wasn't allowed to sleep in Yuki's closet. He hadn't been allowed to do that since the time he fell asleep in there with wet hair and stained all Yuki's shirts fushia.
Carrying Ryuichi by the scruff of his neck back to the door, Hiro threw him at the waiting Hiro, before nudging Shuichi with one slippered foot. Shuichi woke up immediately.
"YUUUUUUUKIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm sorry! I'll never do it again! I'm bad! Bad bad bad!" Wailed Shuichi, latching onto the author. Yuki, simply relieved to have the real Shuichi back, decided not to bother negotiating too much, instead he leaned forward to whisper something to Shuichi who gave a happy squee and had the majority of his clothes stripped off before he disappeared into the bedroom. Definitely the real Shuichi then.
Just to be on the safe, Yuki glared at Hiro and the fake a bit, before closing the door on them and going to join Shuichi. Hiro took this all rather well. Probably because he was used to it. In fact, he was even quite pleased with the transaction, which was definitely smoother than usual. He'd been prepared to settle for Yuki taking Shuichi for two days in three.
Hiro gave Ryuichi a few shakes to wake him up. "Ohayo Hiro-chan!" Sang Ryuichi waking up with a yawn. "Where's Shuichi?" He asked innocently. Hiro was always around when Shuichi was. Maybe they were friends or something.
"He's with Yuki-san right now."
"Ah! Yuki-san is mean! All he wants to do is look at naked people and type!" Warned Ryuichi shaking his head in a disapproving manner for emphasis. "We have to warn Shuichi!"
"Ah. . . well Shuichi might be busy . . . sleeping . . . " Mumbled Hiro. "Why don't we come back later?"
"Oh." Ryuichi conceded. It was awfully dark after all. "Okay! You'll bring me back first thing tomorrow and we can convince Shuichi to leave, right? Right?"
"Er. Sure." Replied Hiro who had just spent 10 minutes of dignity begging Yuki to take Shu back. However, it was most likely Ryuichi would find something else to distract himself within an hour and if not, Hiro had a whole roll of aluminum foil back at his apartment that said otherwise.
"Ah! Where's Kuma! I left him with you!" Ryuichi accused. Hiro remembering Kumagarou was still in Shuichi's pocket pointed wordlessly toward the apartment door.
* * * * * *
The plan was simple.
All Ryuichi had to do was sneak in and grab Kuma from Shuichi's pants and get out (they were right there on the floor by the couch), but being real sneaky-like so Yuki didn't see him and get grumpy. Creeping along he came across the pants and Kumagarou, who he immediately placed atop his head in the usual fashion. From the doorway Hiro gave him the thumbs up sign and beckoned for him to return . . . and yet there was a curious amount of noise coming form the bedroom. In fact, Ryuichi was convinced Shuichi and Yuki weren't asleep at all. It even sounded like they were discussing plumbing. Crawling over to the door he peered in.
"HOLY SHIT!" Exclaimed Ryuichi.
The unexpected intrusion naturally caused Shuichi to drop his plunger in surprise. Yuki wasn't holding anything to drop, but then it must have been pretty hard to hold anything when you were tied to the headboard like that. Not to mention they were both naked or nothing.
Ryuichi quickly covered Kumagarou's eyes.
"Er . . . this isn't what it looks like?" Tried Shuichi. It was times like this, you know . . .like when one of your best friends walked in on you having kinky sex? That you really appreciated that locks existed on doors for a reason. 20-20 hindsight however. So Shuichi did the next best thing, clapping twice the lights went out. Luckily Yuki was gagged so if he just kept quiet enough Ryuichi wouldn't find them and go away.
Ryuichi however had already seen this trick when he walked in on Tohma and Mika doing something . . . remarkably similar, so he was suitably unimpressed. "Let's go home Hiro." Sniffed Ryuichi indignantly. Kei had already explained this was a two people only game (except sometimes and since he wasn't invited, this was obviously not one of those times), so Ryuichi figured his time was better spent at Hiro's.
THE END
*It wasn't until several days after the event that Hiro thought to wonder exactly when Ryuichi had moved into his apartment. But that's another story.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
The ending sucked. But then they always do... ever wonder why they have those corny jokes at the end of cartoons to like round them off? Maybe its cos the writers are almost as bad as me and don't know how to end it otherwise... I have no corny joke for you... its just I'm determined to finish all my half-done fics - even if they have the crappy endings : ) then I can start something new !!! I wanna write something really cool for the obsession competition _ but I doubt I will be able to come up with anything v.v#
I ended up dropping the timestamps... er... kinda when I realized its 48 hrs to declare a missing person, not 24... I'm so stoopid... v.v