Title: Residential Complication
Disclaimer: Gravitation belongs to Murakami Maki-sensei.
Summary: Eiri, Shuichi, Tatsuha, Ryuichi, K, and Hiro are staying together. Many people assume that they're just ordinary housemates. The question is - are they? Join me, and we shall take a peek in the six bishounens' diaries as things begin to get complicated.
Warnings: Yaoi, slight AU (the characters are the same... it's just that they're living together), incest, slight OOC-ness, perhaps?
Pairings: Almost every pairing possible with the six of them, but it might change in the end.
Notes: Oh... My... God... I re-read this fic, and I felt like committing suicide. I am one terrible, horrible, abominable author. Kill me. It's a miracle that people even bother to review. Oh, and have I mentioned that my summary sucks? Well, now I have.
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[Entry Three – Nakano Hiroshi's Diary]
12th February
It was supposed to end with *me* screaming his name. However, it ended with *Shuichi* screaming his head off.
Ha, ha, ha (Mmm, sarcasm).
Well, of course that voice belonged to Shuichi. I'm not his best friend for nothing.
Anyway, back to our situation. K yawned and gestured that it was okay for me to go and see what Shuichi's been up to, so I pulled out my jeans from the pile of clothes at the foot of my – I mean, *our* bed. As I rummaged the pile for my shirt, I suddenly remembered that I had spilled miso soup down my front last night. I dragged it out and – ooh, now *that* is just plain disgusting. There goes my nice shirt. I sighed.
When I had dressed (I had to wear another shirt), I slipped out of the room and went into the kitchen. Shuichi was sitting at the table with a dazed expression, and Yuki was trying to get his attention.
"Shuichi?"
No response from the pink-haired boy. Oh well, I might as well help the poor guy (Yuki, I mean) out.
"Um, Yuki, let me deal with this," I said.
Yuki looked back at Shuichi and sighed.
"Please take care of him," he said, before leaving.
"Sure thing," I replied.
When Yuki was out of earshot, I approached Shuichi and patted his shoulder.
"Hey, Shuichi."
He looked up with tear-filled eyes. "Hiro, I'm so glad you're here – So glad... I – I don't know – what's going on – and – and..."
"It's okay, just cry, you'll feel better," I murmured, pulling him into a loose embrace.
He sniffed. I patted. He sniffed some more. I patted some more.
"...This is getting us nowhere," I said. "Just cry your eyes out – nobody will know. Not that they'd care, come to think of it," I added.
"Stop it, you're ruining the mood," he muttered.
"Oh, so Shuu-chan doesn't want to cry? Aww, too bad..."
"Shut up, Hiro."
I let go of him and pulled out another chair.
"So," I said, sitting down. "Mind telling me what happened?"
Shuichi tweaked the hem of his shirt. "Well, um, Yuki – he..."
I narrowed my eyes. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"
He jerked his head up; eyes wide. "No! It's nothing, really!"
I stood up. "That bastard! When I find him, I'll –"
Shuichi grabbed my arm. "Hiro, please! Don't do anything rash!" he cried, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"He made you cry! I don't care – I'm going to give him a piece of my mind, right now!"
"Hiro! Stop!"
"Hey, guys, please! You're too loud!" said Tatsuha, walking in. When he saw my angry expression and Shuichi's tear-streaked face, he froze.
Shuichi turned towards him. "It's okay, Tatsuha. I'm not angry at anyone. It's – It's not that he hasn't done it before..."
"What?!" I yelled. "That... bastard did it before?!"
"Did what?" asked Tatsuha curiously.
...Good question. Shuichi didn't tell me what that jerk of a Yuki did.
"What did he do, Shuichi?" I asked, trying to calm down.
"He – He... um, he thought Ryuichi was me one day, and he –"
"...Kami-sama, he – he screwed him?" said Tatsuha, with a disbelieving look.
That's it. I've had enough of this. That Uesugi bastard (Yuki) is *so* gonna pay.
I stomped out of the kitchen despite of Shuichi's protests and was about to look for that stuck-up jerk when somebody grabbed my collar and dragged me away.
"Hey!" I yelped. "Let go!"
"If I let you go, no sex tonight," murmured a husky voice in my ear.
I stopped struggling immediately. K really means what he says. Resistance is futile.
"...Can you tie me up?" I asked, my voice dripping with pure lust.
He let out a totally un-K like cackle and slammed the door shut.
Looks like somebody else is also pent-up from just now...
[Entry Three – Complete]
Meow hoo ha ha ha! I know, I know, the characters seem extremely OOC here, but I couldn't help it. Anyway, I'm rather busy these days – no time to reply mail and stuff (I'm sorry, papa-chan!)... that's why this chapter is rather short. ;___; Thank you for reading – thank you thank you thank you! (I'm not gonna ask you to review... It's up to you to decide, but reviews will make me happy, of course.)
