The Sakuma Phone Conversations!

Disclaimer: I wish that I owned Gravitation, especially Ryuichi. But since I don't, I'm just gonna write some killer fanfiction and be a nerd. I need a life, I know. XD

Conversation One: Victim - K, also known as Claude Winchester.

Ryuichi Sakuma was bored.

He was busy telling this to his best friend, Kumagoro who, crossing his plush pink arms, was agreeing completely.

Sakuma-san also had a new cell phone. This sparked an idea to come to life in Ryuichi. He was gonna have some FUN!

Helping Kumagoro dial a number, he snickered a little, and put the phone to his own ear.

"K here."

Ryuichi kept in his laughter the best he could, and changed his voice a little, hoping K wouldn't recognize him right away. "No way. You're not him, I think I'd know his voice."

Pause. The deep voice on the other line came again, suspicious and a little menacing. "Who is this? If you're some idiot newsperson looking for information on Bad Luck, call back later so I can track your number and find where you live. It'd be a pleasure to SHOOT YOU." Maniacal laughter drifted up through the earpiece, dying down so that the speaker could mutter something in English. "You catch my drift?"

Ryuichi pouted a little, listening to K speaking. He didn't like it when people spoke too much Japanese; it confused him because he couldn't remember a lot of it. "You want to take pictures of me? K, I didn't know you were a pervert!"

Silence. The phone sweat dropped, probably because K was at the moment himself. "No, not the camera kind of shoot! Do you not speak Japanese or something?"

…

"Ryuichi!"

Panic! "No! It's…it's…it's not Ryuichi, cause it's Mr. Bear! That's right."

K sighed on the other line, and Nittle Grasper's lead singer knew he was caught. "Ryu-chan, I know you better than anyone else in the world does. I know 'Mr. Bear' is a pseudonym for Kumagoro."

"…Do you still wanna take pictures of me, K?"

Sweat drop. "Maybe later? I've got to go. Bubble wrap is driving me nuts here—Err. I meant, 'work is really killing me here.'" More laughter. K-san was scary, but Ryuichi liked him a lot; he was fun!

Ryuichi pouted more. "Fine, but you have to play with me later. I'm bored K, I'm really bored, I'm really bored, really really really really…."

Click!

Turning off the phone, he looked to Kumagoro and blinked. "You think we should call Shuichi's house next? Oh, that'd be perfect! He'd play with us for sure, wouldn't he Kumagoro?"

Author's Notes: I'm psychotic, and I'm bored too. XD This isn't meant as a serious fic, obviously, but it's fun to write, maa. You can flame it if you want, it'll deserve it. XD
More conversations to come! Forgive the yaoi implications….