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.


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"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...

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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.

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"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."

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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.