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Party from Hell
By: Nanaki BH

"Let me reassure you again, Yuki. I'm not going to do anything embarrassing."

"I don't trust your promises much," he said. We were just outside of the party and Yuki refused to go in until I made him believe nothing was going to happen. He'd gone over it with me in the car a billion and one times. Shuichi, don't do this. Shuichi, don't do that. It wasn't just annoying; it was a bit disappointing to me. You know, that he'd have such little faith in me.

"As I said before, Yuki, I'm winning our bet." I shoved my fists into my pants pockets. It's easy to tell when I'm irritated. I hope that doesn't become too much of a problem.

He shook his head, reaching for his back pocket. Ha, I knew he kept his cigarettes there. He stopped himself though, trying to make it look like he was just smoothing out his suit. "Shuichi," he said, standing awkwardly before me. "Remind me of the conditions of this bet."

I grinned. "You said you'd take me on a romantic dinner tomorrow if I behaved. I promised then that I would make myself fit in."

He groaned, pacing a little back and forth. Stopping, he looked around to make sure no one saw him so uncomfortable and out of his element. Once he was certain no one had seen him, he came closer to me and whispered directly to me. "That wasn't part of the deal. Don't make me look like an idiot. So please, do me a favor – do yourself a favor and stay out of the picture." Well, that was like a kick to the nuts. Seriously. The guy has no faith in me!

"Yuki!" I whined hopelessly. When I opened my mouth to speak again, he put his hand in front of my face to stop me.

"No," he said. "Just don't say anything. Don't make a mess of yourself. Don't make yourself look like an idiot. Don't…"

"YUKI! We went over this already!"

He coughed and glanced around again to make sure no one had heard my outburst. "It never hurts to be prepared." With that, he turned toward the door, not even bothering to wait for me. I guess he just expects me to follow him wherever he goes. That may be true that I follow him like a loyal dog… but still!

I ran after him quickly, trying to catch up so I didn't have to run in behind him. Actually, I didn't want to go in alone at all. In fact, I wanted to go in on his arm or something. You know how those snooty parties are. All of the "famous" people walk in with their arm candy. I'm his, he's mine. It works out nicely like that. But no… he can't be like everybody else. He can't conform to what the media expects of him. You know what? By now the media probably expects something outlandish from him, so how bad would the expected be?

…Forget I said that. Walking in with a guy on his arm isn't all that expected. Sure, they all know about me by now, but they don't really know me yet. And listen, I'm a fun guy, am I right? Who wouldn't want to know me? I'm sure that as soon as I walk in, somebody will notice my totally awesome fashion sense and my totally cute personality and invite me to dance or something. Do they dance in there? I don't know. I haven't even set foot in there yet. So, brushing some invisible dust off of my suit, I strode forward into the fray.

Yuki'd already made it inside, but a guy at the front stopped me. He was tall and bald; the kind of person you just don't want to mess with. My waist was smaller than one of his arms. The guy was massive! He came complete with shades too, I noticed. "Name?" He grunted.

I stood there dumbstruck for a moment. "Name?" I wondered aloud, a bit dazed. "Oh! You want my name!" I realized.

The name check grunted in assent. I read people pretty well. He was thinking I was the dumbest guy on the planet. Sheesh, what a meanie…

"Shuichi Shindou," I said proudly. He flipped through the pages on his clipboard and stopped at a page every now and then to check for my name. It wasn't long before he stopped his search and just… stood there. "What, you found my name, right?" That was just way too weird. I am invited, right?

He shook his head, which seemed a little difficult with a neck that thick. From behind him, the door opened and out came Yuki again. Thank God. "Yuki, he said my name's not on there," I said.

Yuki lowered his head and glowered something fierce at me. "You haven't even gotten in yet and you're causing me problems." He tapped the big guy on the shoulder and spoke softly with him for a moment. It must have been something derogatory because he laughed and stepped aside to let me in. How infuriating…!

I stormed past them, making sure not to even glance in Yuki's direction.

Author's Notes: Well, that was cute, wasn't it? Next chapter will probably finish it. I was planning on it finishing this chapter, but it seemed a little awkward to go into what I wanted after that last sentence. It was a good ending sentence, you know what I mean? Trust me; next one's coming right up. Reviews are appreciated!