Authoress here.

I'm not doing homework in order to get this chapter up. Ah, the dedication to fan fiction! Anyway, I wrote this chapter at work again (embarrassed grin) and I hope you all like it. Thanks again to my splendiferous readers- you guys rock!

And a special thanks to the boatman of the River Styx. Just don't ask.

Congratulations to Narrin, Kiamo, Katsu, and other theater people. The show was totally great!

Three Way Tie
Chapter Seven: Rise and Shine


Gravitation

Aoyou pressed the pillow over her head, trying to block out the noise from the room below, where Yuki and Shuichi were currently quite busy.

Downstairs and unaware of their unwilling audience, Yuki groaned passionately as Shuichi's tongue slipped around his ears lobe. He leaned down farther to allow the teen more access to his weak spot, and Shuichi's response was above par to Yuki's expectations. It was pushing the limit of his self-will, and Yuki couldn't have been more satisfied.

Shuichi withdrew his tongue as Yuki's mouth found his neck. The teen moaned in an agonized delight as the older man sucked in harshly.

Both jumped as a loud BANG! Sounded, coming from the ceiling. Aoyou's irritated yell followed.

"Get a room!"

Yuki cursed before shouting back. "This IS my house!" He paused, and then added, "This IS my room!"

"Will ya keep it down then! These floors ain't thick!"

"Shut up! Do I have to remind you that you are a guest in MY HOUSE!"

"There are usually a few niceties that are kept when you're hosting a guest!" Aoyou shouted back. "And usually they include a respite from X-rated activity!"

"Listen, bitch!" Yuki roared. "I haven't had a good fuck since you've arrived; this is my house, my lover, and my fucking bed! I'll do what I want with them!"

They both heard Aoyou's annoyed growl. Then Shuichi started stroking Yuki's bare chest. "That was really sexy."

Yuki glanced at him. "What?"

Shuichi sat up and started kissing Yuki's lower neck and upper chest. "How you said that you'll do what you want with your lover and your bed."

Yuki closed his eyes in pleasure as he relaxed beneath Shuichi's warm mouth.

This is the reason I'm screwing a girl, Yuki thought. Because this little bastard is so damn good.

Aoyou heard the activities pick up again and she groaned. She was so tired, and a glance at her digital watch confirmed that she had to be at the publishing company in less than six hours.

I'll just have to go down there and get them to shut up a little bit.

Of course, Aoyou didn't quite think her decision through. She obviously didn't think, in her sleep deprived state, as to what she would see when she opened up the master bedroom door.

Yuki hastily pulled the sheets over his and Shuichi's bodies as the squeak of door hinges announced Aoyou's presence.

"Will you two shut up…?" Aoyou trailed off as her brain registered what she was seeing. "Oh my…shit."

With that, Aoyou fainted.

Yuki carefully climbed off of Shuichi and the two crawled to the end of the bed to peer at the unconscious woman sprawled on the floor.

Shuichi began to giggle. Then he started to really laugh, huge gasps of mirth that brought tears to his eyes.

"What the hell is so funny?" Yuki demanded.

Shuichi wiped his eyes, still helplessly laughing. "She- just walked right in!" He gasped out. "The look on her face!"

Yuki's anger at being interrupted slowly dissipated as he started to see the humor in the situation. His face broke into a grin before he too started to laugh. That set Shuichi off again, and soon the two of them were left helplessly chuckling.

"D'you wanna freak her out when she wakes up?" Yuki asked, another grin coming to his face.

"Yeah!" Shuichi bounced around a little bit. "What'll we do?"

"Here." Yuki pulled his lover close and whispered into his ear. Shuichi's smile grew wider and wider as the plan was explained.

"That'll be great!"

7:30, next morning

Aoyou slowly opened her eyes, feeling quite warm and comfortable. She blinked once, sleepily, before shutting her eyes again. She felt much too comfortable and sleepy to wake up just yet.

She rolled over onto one side and froze. The fact that an arm was draped over her stomach had just registered, as well as her tank top being pushed up to just below her breasts.

Aoyou's eyes flew open, and there, two inches from her nose, was Shuichi's peacefully slumbering face. Aoyou whirled around in panic, and there was Yuki, head nestled close and arm encircling her.

The shriek that rent the air woke up the neighbors as well as the two other occupants in the bed.

Aoyou scrambled to get out from in between Shuichi and Yuki. Yuki caught her ankle and, with a maddening smirk on his face, pulled her back towards them.

"Leaving so soon, Aoyou?"

"Bastard!" Aoyou screamed. "If you two raped me-"

"Hey!" Shuichi sat up, a hurt look on his face as he glared tearfully at the livid young woman. "You know I wouldn't do that! We just wanted to freak you out!"

"Good job!" Aoyou said sarcastically, disbelief written all over her face. She glanced suspiciously at Yuki, who relinquished his grip on her ankle to raise his hands in a gesture of denial.

"The brat's right." He drawled. "Neither of us deflowered your virgin petal, so keep your shirt on." He paused, smirking wickedly. "Unless, of course, you don't want to-"

His words were abruptly cut off as Aoyou reeled back and slapped him across the face. "PERVERT!"

With that, she scrambled out of the bed and ran out the door.

Shuichi and Yuki exchanged looks and burst into laugher.

Aoyou Tsumaru

My unfriendly wake-up call, coupled with the short amount of rest I got, made it hard for me to drag myself in and out of the shower. But I had to get to the publishing company, so I dried my hair and put on a clean and pressed blouse and skirt.

I called for a taxi to pick me up, but that left me with fifteen minutes to do nothing. I guessed from the silence that Shuichi and Yuki had gone back to sleep.

I heaved a sigh, and went to the kitchen. Despite their prank, I still wanted to make breakfast for them.

I assembled the ingredients I would need and fired up the stove, which had been used more in the last four days than in the last four months. I was just in the middle of the 'scramble' part of scrambled eggs when someone knocked gently on the door lintel.

"Hey." It was Shuichi, with a remorseful look in his puppy-dog eyes. I had to look away; only Shuichi could pull off those short shorts and light pink tee he had thrown on. I had learned it was really hard to stay angry at someone when they looked as cute as Shuichi did.

"Good morning." I tried my hardest to sound aloof.

"Aoyou?" His voice was timid. I found myself melting at his little-kid like innocence.

"What?" Damn. I was sounding friendly.

"I'm really sorry. We didn't really do anything, I promise."

I turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean; you didn't really do anything to me? What did you do?"

"Well…" Shuichi's face turned a bright red. "Nothing, really! Yuki suggested that we should pull into bed with us to really freak you out, and then I sort of suggested it would freak you out more if we sort of…hugged you all night."

I shoved the wooden spoon I was wielding into the eggs. "You guys are jerks. Yuki's such a lowlife to suggest that!"

"Hey!" Shuichi jumped to Yuki's defense. "He's no lowlife; he just has a weird sense of humor!"

"Right." A horn honked outside, and I quickly flipped the finished eggs onto an awaiting plate. "Shuichi, why don't you toast some bread and pour some juice for you and Yuki? I'll be back home around five."

I was almost out of the kitchen when Shuichi gave me a huge hug from behind, arms wrapped around my stomach and chin resting on my shoulder.

"This is how we held you last night." He said simply. Then he relinquished his hold on me and turned back into the kitchen.

I hurried out the door, a little shaken. He and Yuki had been holding me while I slept? Instead of feeling terribly angry and embarrassed, I sorta felt…good.

When I finally got to the publishing company, I had a stupid grin on my face that I couldn't wipe off. I got Miss Mizuki's room number from a lady at the front desk, and I continued up the elevator and to her office.

"Aoyou Tsumaru?" A pretty black haired woman greeted me, and I recognized her from the photo I had seen attached to her file.

"Yes. Miss Mizuki?" I offered my hand and she shook it warmly.

"Well, I'll just give you a quick tour and we'll get to work."

I spent the next two hours of the morning on the "quick tour." This publishing company was huge, and it seemed that everyone wanted her to introduce me to them. Or, they already knew my name and wanted to shake my hand.

Once the onslaught was over, I commented on how friendly everyone was. Miss Mizuki laughed.

"They're friendly alright, but most of them read Watoshi no Tokyo."

I started to turn bright red and she patted my shoulder.

"I think tat you did a very nice think for Yuki and Shuichi."

"Uh..." I sort of stared at her dumbly.

"Don't worry, Miss Tsumaru. I call Yuki periodically and make him tell me what's happening in his soap opera life. It's my entertainment." She joked. "Now, if you'll follow me, I'll let you settle in your office."

"I have an OFFICE?"

"Yes. It's sort of small, but it'll be perfect for late night-editing." She led me over across the hall from her office. There was a temporary sign on the door.

AOYOU TSUMARU

Assistant Editor

"Wow." I had to consciously tell myself not to let my jaw drop. Miss Mizuki opened the door and we both went inside.

It was fairly small, but I loved it. A huge wooden desk took up the majority of the room, and on top was a closed laptop computer that reminded me of the one Yuki had.

"The computer is a company-issue," she explained. "All the employees get them for work at home and here at the company."

"Thank you, Miss Mizuki." I bowed formally to her. She bowed back and handed me a huge stack of paper.

"This is the beginning of Yuki's manuscript." She said. "It's only halfway done, but I think you'll find his progress interesting. If you could have it edited and in to me by noon tomorrow, that'd be great."

I bowed again. She winked and then let herself out, closing the door- MY door- behind her. I sat down, got out a highlighter and pen from my desk drawer, and began to read.

End Chapter


Authoress right about…….here.

Anyways… yeah, I've been listening to Gravitation music, like Smashing Blue, No Style, and the really cool jazz-band trumpet awesomeness last song on the CD with the "woo-hoo's!" and with the mambo beat. I'm too lazy to actually go and look at the title of the track.

And….what was I going to say? Crap, I forgot. Oh yes! To have a lemon or not to have a lemon? Please vote when you review…. I have sort of equally good ideas for both.

WheeeeeeeeE!