Multitalented
Authors: A collaboration between myself,
SakuraLily, and ChienEin.
Rated: PG13
Warnings: Language, implicit sexual situations, and two guys making out.
Pairings: Horo x Ren x Horo. All the others are a secret.
Summary: (ManKin AU) Usui Horokeu, also known as Horohoro, is all the way from
Canada. By some act of god, he's accepted into the St. Michael's Art Institute,
a private school. The school seems relatively normal…except for the fact that
he's roommates with the world's biggest prick, Tao Ren.
---
"Damn… I should've worn my goggles today...." Horo sighed through
clenched teeth as he trudged home. His eyes hurt from trying to keep his eyes
open in the snow. He would have brought his goggles, but when he'd left, it
wasn't even snowing. He stopped at the mailbox, knowing Pilica would simply
send him back out if he conveniently "forgot" to check the
mail...trust me, he's tried it before. He wrenched open the mailbox, noting
that it was frosted over from the unexpected snow. Taking the envelopes in
hand, he thumbed through them one by one.
"Bills...bills...you may've won a million dollars...tired of your wife,
buy an inflatable one...you have just been accepted into St. Michael's Art
Institute in Irvine, California…junk..."
He stopped, and flipped back to the previous envelope. Sure enough, the
envelope was addressed to him, and it was indeed from California. He tore open
the letter, quickly scanning it over, and then ran inside the house.
"PILIKA! PILIKA PILIKA PILIKA PILIKA!! GUESS WHAAAAT?!" Pilika looked
up from her homework, sending a dirty look towards her older brother.
"What?" He waved the letter in her face, grinning from ear to ear.
"Guess what IIIIIII got~" He grinned, still waving the sheet of paper
around. "Big brother, you do know those million dollar things are a
scam---" "I didn't get one of THOSE. I GOT ACCEPTED!"
"Accepted?"
"Mmhmm!" He made a big show of handing her the letter he'd gotten.
She scanned through it quickly and looked up at him. "...You got accepted
into an ART school?"
"Yep!"
"All the way in California?"
"Yeah!" Pilika looked at him, as if she were about to cry. "You
want to leave me...?" Horo paused. "I never said that."
"But you're going ALL THE WAY TO CALIFORNIA! Without me?" Pilika bit
her lip, looking up at her older brother with those large puppy dog eyes she
was known so well for.
"Um...That's kind of the idea, Pil-" He was interrupted as she
glomped onto him. "You can't leave!"
"But...I got accepted there." Horo pointed out. He expected this
reaction, but he never really decided how he wanted to deal with it.
"You'll be fine here! Besides. In California its all hot and dry. Not like
up here." She sniffled slightly and then nodded, releasing her death grip
on her older brother. Horo gasped for breath, getting up, and headed towards
his room. He pinned the letter proudly on his wall. Term started in only two
weeks...
---
It happened too fast. The packing, the registration, the packets, the
orientation, the flight, the plane, the airport, the taxi, and now, Horo
currently sat in his dorm. Well, not his totally, it was a double to save
money. But, it was his dorm.
"...Hrm. White walls." Horo smiled to himself, pulling out a can of
pastel toned paint next to him. It was blue, but a very light, soft, and nice
blue. He didn't have a lot, so decided to paint the room only, the small
kitchen and the bathroom will be something different...
All of his painting supplies were stashed underneath his desk that he had
conveniently labeled with his all time favorite monogram. He popped open the
paint can. He had known it would look blah and boring, and dubbed it a good
thing he brought some of his paints. Horo smiled. The new freshmen grabbed a
broad paintbrush, duct tape, and a LOT of newspaper he found near the recycle
bin. He spread the newspaper all over the floor, and started duct taping the
windows and edges of tables and walls.
"Time to get MESSY." Horohoro smirked and brushed away.
With a loud sigh, two hours later, Horohoro collasped onto his
newspaper-covered bed. He wore his painting overalls and an old t-shirt, so he
didn't have to worry about staining any of his clothes. He had moved some of
the furniture, but now all the walls in the dorm room, minus the bathroom and
the miniscule kitchen, were a calming, light, and quite wonderful shade of
blue. His stomach growled.
"Time for a break!" He stood up and looked around proudly. He quickly
rushed over to one of the cabinets, changed, threw his clothes into the laundry
basket, and grabbed a sheet of paper.
"Lets see now..." Horo quickly scribbled onto the paper: "Dear
Roommate, Don't touch the walls. That's five coats and I still need to decorate
it. It might be wet too. Out to lunch! Your roommate, Horohoro."
The freshman smiled at the note, read it over once more, taped it to the desk.
He then briskly grabbed his wallet, and ran out of the door, only stopping to
lock it. With a happy sigh, he walked onward to the cafeteria.
---
"I keep GETTING them! It's starting to get weird." Hao complained to
his brother as he shoved the chocolates in a desk drawer. "Its tough being
popular." He sighed, collapsing on the bed opposite Yoh. Yoh looked at his
twin, trying hard not to keep from laughing. "You got them again? We're
running out of room."
"Should I start throwing them away?" Hao opened a box of them,
popping one in his mouth. "It –is- perfectly good chocolate after
all."
"But all of it's taking up so much SPACE." Yoh looked a bit
irritated. "Just EAT them all in one night."
"Oh. Me on a sugar high." He grinned at that and looked at Yoh.
"You'll eat them with me. And we can cause terror for the ENTIRE
SCHOOL!"
"...No thanks. I'd rather keep my good reputation." Yoh yawned,
stretching lazily across his bed.
"Suit yourself. Think I should ask Ren to join me in my quest to take over
the school?"
Yoh looked over at him, shrugging. "I seriously doubt that he'd want to
take over the school. You can ask Anna though. Maybe she'll help you. Or you
can ask your fanclub."
"My FANCLUB." Hao beamed, swallowing a chocolate currently in his
mouth. "Perfect idea, little brother."
Yoh closed his eyes. "Mmhm...I guess so."
---
Ren had gone to the library to pick up some books for his next assignment. He
fumbled with his books as he struggled to pull out his key from his pocket. The
books fell onto the floor, and he cursed softly.
He bent over to pick up his books when he caught the familiar smell of wet
paint. It was coming from...inside his room. He looked at the door and after a moment,
he cautiously opened the door.
What he saw inside would haunt him for days. His pristine white-painted walls
were now...a shade of light pastel blue. BLUE. His books fell to the
newspaper-covered floor as his mouth dropped in shock. WHO HAD DONE THIS?
Ren quickly searched through the room and discovered the note on the desk.
After reading it, he ripped it to pieces. He was angry, and he KNEW it was a
mistake for him to give in to his sister's demands about getting a double. He
HATED being with other people, including people who PAINTED HIS ROOM A PASTEL
BLUE WITHOUT PERMISSION.
He stalked out of the room, slamming the door closed, in search of his new
roommate. He had a thing or two or five to say to him.
