A/N – Here's the long-awaited 3rd chapter. I'm actually surprised that I was able to post this up, considering. I don't have the Sims2, so I'm not really up-to-date. I've been trying to lengthen my chapters, so let's see if I succeed, yes? It's been hard to pick up where you left off a year ago, but I tried my best. Enjoy.
Disclaimer – We went through this the last two chapters. I'm sure you understand by now.
HAPPY SIM-ULATED BIRTHDAY, INUI!
3. 3Q
With their newly-acquired money code, the Seigaku team had gone on an intense computer shopping spree, quite literally rejoicing with their Simoleons and losing track of the time. Building extensions to their house, it looked like a mini-mansion with every inch of space covered with an item, leaving the poor Seigaku-mini-Sims with very little space to maneuver. Eiji was currently occupying the computer for the 4th time already, with a vaguely blur Oishi by his side. The Vice-President's eyes were beginning to swim from staring at the computer screen for such a long time. The other Seigaku regulars were either downstairs pigging out in Inui's refrigerator (Tezuka refused to touch anything inside that was green or hairy and had threatened to make Momoshiro and Echizen flounder around in the rain when they had tricked him into biting into some mouldy thingamabob in his sandwich) while others were ransacking Inui's room for something to do. The room was littered with his homework and some other data. The bespectacled boy crawled around the floor; Kirihara Akaya's data was still missing, much to his despair.
Eiji sighed loudly as for what seemed like the umpteenth time, his Sim began to relieve himself right there in front of Kaidoh-Sim on the linoleum carpet of the living room. Oishi-Sim seemed to have radar-cleaning senses, as he bounded down the stairs and magically produced a mop out of nowhere to clean up the puddle. Fuji peered closely in the screen, his face glowing eerily in the blue light of the computer.
"Saa, Eiji. Your Sim seems to be incapable of using the bathroom. I don't think he's been toilet-trained," came the quiet but effective comment, "He doesn't seem to have any manners either." Mini-Eiji was now trying to give Mini-Kaidoh a friendly hug, either not noticing or not having any people skills to see that Kaidoh was a Very Moody Cowboy.
"I know, nyah! I don't know why he's so stupid. Everyone else can take care of themselves okay. He's giving us Nekos a bad name," wailed Eiji, banging his fist on the keyboard.
Inui frowned as he finally came across the Rikkai Dai junior's data. It was wedged under Oishi's foot; already dusty and frayed. Inui vowed never to ask his fellow regulars to celebrate his birthday with him again before he realized that he never did invite them over in the first place and resorted to fuming silently.
Meanwhile, downstairs, the majority of the regulars had abandoned all hope (most of them doubting there was any hope in the first place) with the kitchen and were fiddling the Harry Potter equivalent to Clue-do. Echizen had forgotten all about his deceased Sim and now was only a few steps away from the Philosopher's Stone. The triumph he was feeling doubled as he saw that Tezuka-buchou was stuck with discovering the Spell card. Hah. But damn him if he was going to show any emotion when he won. Echizen Ryoma would carelessly shrug and drawl out his usual "Mada-mada dane." He had it all planned out.
Momoshiro couldn't stop himself from cracking up when Kaidoh had been stranded up on the stairs due to Peeves the Poltergeist bumping his rump up them for most of the time. Hissing violently, Kaidoh rolled a six and made a sprint for the Quidditch pitch.
"Kawamura-senpai, it's your turn. Make sure it counts, we don't want Echizen to win this one," said Momoshiro.
"Aah, okay." Kawamura feebly tossed the dice, only succeeding in sliding them across the board. Tezuka uncharacteristically handed him a spare tennis racket on the floor, slightly hoping that his plan would make Echizen fail. The kouhai looked too smug for his own good.
"HAHAHAHA! GREATO!"
However, Kawamura in his burning state didn't use his brain too much, as he threw the dice up into the air and gave them a good smack with his racket. One of them thwacked Echizen's forehead rather soundly.
"Itte!" Echizen yelped, removing his cap and rubbing sorely on the bruise. Damn burning mode.
Tezuka mentally cheered. Score one for the buchou. Outside, he maintained his poker face.
While our beloved Seigaku boys were cramped inside the Inui household, outside, the rain had already stopped and the sun was brightly shining. Not that Jiroh cared much for it, of course. Sun meant lethargy. Lethargy equaled sleep. Sleep was good. Yes. Snore. However, his companion for the day was the narcissistic leader of Hyoutei. Atobe wanted some attention, damn it! He slapped the sleeping boy's shoulder for a bit (rather cautiously, heaven forbid if he broke a nail), which only ignited a terrific grunt in return.
The park wasn't all that busy today, it seemed that for once, Atobe and Jiroh could spend a quiet afternoon together... If said boyfriend actually bothered to open his eyes for a bit and stop looking like every bit of an angel. Atobe-sama had needs too! The urge to not blatantly grope the red-headed boy was none too eager.
"Oh, it seems that we have stumbled onto a veryintimate scene, Yuuta-kun."
The sight of Mizuki's outrageous purple get-up almost made Atobe scream and head for the other direction. Jiroh would have to fend for himself on this one. But being the ultimate Tennis Prodigy King, Atobe merely blinked and hoped that the flashing lights in his eyes would go away. Jiroh sniffed from his position.
Fuji Yuuta was horrified at the entire thing, no matter how many times he reassured himself that "Hell, they weren't even DOING anything remotely suspicious,", the sight of Jiroh on Atobe's lap made his face flush in embarrassment. "O-Oi, let's go Mizuki-san," came the lame reply. Mizuki felt compelled to ignore the statement.
"So, even the great Atobe cannot even control his lover? Pity, I guess not all of us have all the luck," said the fashion disaster.
Atobe briefly wondered if he should comment on how style seemed to have abandoned all hope with said annoyance in front of him before realizing that surely, the boy deserved all the bewildered and disgusted stares he got.
"Ore-sama can control Jiroh well enough. Ore-sama's not the one who has to fend off a rabid Fuji Syuusuke every time I date his brother."
Mizuki felt the colour drain from his face. The conversation had suddenly gone on a very bad turn. The oldest Fuji brother he could do without. He got enough of it after every date with Yuuta where the sleepy-eyed boy would ring him up and scare him with underlying threats and a sweet voice. Mizuki usually got nightmares the nights after these calls.
"HIS brother? I'm FUJI YUUTA! I'm ME!" came the expected outburst from the youngest Fuji.
Mizuki was about to come up with something oh-so-spectacular and malicious to verbally assault the primping big-head before it was lost on the tip of his tongue when Jiroh shot up from his laying position and began to jump up and down.
"FUJI YUUTA-KUN! Sugoi! It must be so cool to have Fuji Syuusuke as a brother, neh?"
The twitch in Yuuta's eyebrow increased with greater dexterity. Jiroh seemed not to notice that if eyes could kill,he would be twitching and sizzling on the ground.
"Neh, did he ever teach you any cool tricks? Like the Cut Serve and the disappearing ball? KAKKOII!"
Atobe smirked and settled back on the bench to watch the proceedings. Oh yes, this would be worth watching. Seeing Mizuki almost recoil with fear at the name and Yuuta nearly reaching breaking point was priceless.
"Oh oh! And Hakugei! Suuugooooiiiii!"
Mizuki wondered what he did to deserve the onslaught of the boy's seizure.
"I think it was a bit like this!" Jiroh then subsequently began what can only be called a shoddy imitation of the Swallow Return, making animated noises as he did so. He finished with a realistic (the author laughs loudly here) "whoooosh" and wiggled his eyebrows for emphasis.
"ARRRGHHHH!" growled Yuuta, stomping his way towards the red-headed player and began to shake his fist, "Don't talk about him in front of me!" Jiroh looked vaguely confused as if he couldn't imaginewhy Yuuta wouldn't want to be associated with his awesome brother.
Mizuki thought that divine intervention would be good sometime around now and stepped in. "Yuuta-kun, don't waste your time on mere commoners. Let's go. The movie starts in 15 minutes," he said, beckoning to his desire with his hand.
What the hell was thisgnat on? Everybody knew that Atobe-sama was NOT a mere plebe! "Ore-sama's worth more of you multiplied by infinity, Mizuki-san. Ore-sama's a GOD compared to you in your tutu."
A furious Mizuki was a... furious Mizuki. This was his favourite shirt! The glitter added the artistic touch! He stoically turned his back on the trio and started to walked away. "Come, Yuuta-kun." He needed time to lick his wounds. He would have to ask Yuuta about what he thought about his choice of shirts the next time around, he personally thought that Atobe was just jealous that he could not find anything remotely fashionable like Mizuki could.
Once the pair were a good few metres away, Atobe glanced at the still-squatting Jiroh, who still looked stunned. The Hyoutei leader mentally scrolled through words thatwould pacify his lover.
"Jiro—"
"SUGOIIIIII! Did you see that, Atobe-san? I had a deep conversation with Fuji-kun's BROTHER! We're good friends now!" Jiroh resumed his leaping state, jumping around excitedly.
"Umm, yes."
His red-headed ball of energy sat back next to his boyfriend and cocked his head. "Well, what do you want to do now?"
FINALLY, Atobe felt a sense of deep satisfaction. Lightly brushing his hand behind Jiroh's sensitive neck, he leaned closer. "We could make out," he whispered sensually into his lover's ear, nibbling the cartilage. Jiroh gave a small sigh and lowered his head to Atobe's neck. The hickey from two days ago was beginning to fade, he needed a new one.
Atobe knew how to control Jiroh. It usually took around half-an-hour to get Jiroh somewhat awake; but it only took a mere 20 minutes now. Hell yeah, Atobe was God. It would do good for some morons to know that.
In the dark atmosphere of the cinema, Mizuki sneezed loudly.
Ephedrine (formally Kawaii Kinomoto)
