Disclaimer: Not ours. We'd like our own personal Hiros any day.

Strawberry Shuichi

Authors' note: Italics, as usual, are thoughts. Warning: weirdness.

Operation 2: Mission Impossible

In record time, Shuichi reached Hiro's apartment and only then did he stop to provide his brain with much needed oxygen. He bent low and placed his palms on his knees as he panted heavily. As his breathing became more relaxed, the singer rose to knock on his best friend's door. Before his fingers made any contact with the mahogany, a white piece of paper attached on the wood with something hastily scrawled on it caught his attention.

"In case…a cert…certain pink haired vo-vocalist wants to see his best friend, the great, gen…genius—and not to mention, perfectly handsoap…handsome—Hiro, because he has an ingenious plan for his boyfriend, run on over to NG Studios." Shuichi struggled to read the scribbles aloud but got the message. 'Hmm...Hiro is all knowing, all seeing…' he wondered and immediately prepared himself for blast off.

All systems: go.

Destination: NG Studios.

Launching, in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…

And there he went, at an inhuman speed towards said building to reveal his absolute geniosity to his brown haired pal.

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"Okay, guys, we've got to help Shindou-kun." Sakano exclaimed as he clenched his fist with determination, after Hiro finished explaining to everyone that Shuichi needed help finding an appropriate gift for Yuki for their anniversary. "If we don't, then Bad Luck will never be able to perform at Tokyo Dome. We don't want Shachou to drop us now when we're so far in the game." All trace of previous resolve was lost as the producer thought about his president. "I don't exactly like this idea of meddling in their personal business, but we have to do this!" Sakano banged his head repeatedly against the closest wall, leaving a nice dent.

"Hey, you! You're going to have to pay for that…" The genius guitarist of bad luck strummed the strings on his acoustic guitar as if he had no care in the world.

Sakano began to dance around, flailing his arms in the air, rotating his hips, and spinning like whirlpool thinking about his lack of money. "Seguchi-san's going to fire me..."

"I don't see why I can't just put a gun to Shuichi's head and make him sing." The crazy trigger happy American contemplated completely ignoring a Sakano-cyclone that was headed his way. "That would be less time consuming, and we wouldn't have to waste our cash either." K spoke in a monotone as he polished his already well-polished gun for the umpteenth time that day. "Hey, you! Stop that prancing around!" K said as he aimed his AK-47 at Sakano, finally noticing him.

"I don't see why this is our problem." Fujisaki, who had been silently absorbing what everyone was saying while working on a new arrangement for a new Bad Luck song spoke up. "I agree with K-san; we should just put a gun to Shindou-san's head." After being the victim of the same trick, and after being tortured by Shuichi's constant mood swings, Suguru thought it right for the vocalist to be subjected to the same medicine.

"If we do that, then he'll still be depressed." Sakano interjected, as he temporarily settled his fundament on a chair. "And if he's depressed, you guys will miss this golden opportunity to perform at THE Tokyo Dome because then his brain won't function." State the obvious, duh!

"As if it does now, anyway." Fujisaki mumbled to no one and focused his eyes back to his keyboard.

Putting away his guitar, Hiro spoke up. "Let's just help him and get it over with so that we can rehearse at top level." He flicked his hair back from his shoulder and rose from his seat.

As if on cue, Shuichi entered the room and crashed into the wall in which Sakano had already made quite a large dent.

"Hey, Hiro! I just got this great idea!" Shuichi spoke excitedly without stopping to breathe as he grabbed his best friend's shoulders to make sure he was getting all of the other boy's attention. "I can cover myself in strawberry syrup and give myself to Yuki! Then I can show him all that flexibility K-san was talking about! Isn't my plan just super!" Shuichi finished, still blissfully unaware the astonished faces of his speechless audience.

Someone coughed and the awkward silence that had enfolded the room was broken.

Shuichi looked around for the source of the cough and suddenly realized that he and Hiro were not the only occupants of the room. "Ummm... Hi guys." He laughed nervously. "What brings you here?" He managed in squeaks as his face visibly twitched.

"We work here too!" Came the unanimous reply.

"Don't worry about them, Shuichi." Hiro laughed nervously as he tried to alleviate the tension Shuichi's sudden proclamation had caused. "They've already volunteered to help you with Yuki-san's anniversary present." He patted his best friend on the back.

"R-really?" Shuichi's eyes shone like a thousand stars on the night of a full moon as he heard the news.

"Right, guys?" Glared Hiro for confirmation.

"..." Was the unanimous answer from the audience, who were still stunned upon hearing Shuichi's hentai plan.

Saturn's notes: We finally finished a chapter on time! Who would have thought that we could be punctual? We'll have the next chapter out soon (hopefully).

Rheyne says: And so, there it is: the second chapter. Let us know what you think, will you please? Should we have the gang help Shuichi go through with his plan or is there something else you'd like to see him get Yuki? Or should we just stick to whatever we have in our insane minds? Please help us decide Shuichi's fate. Feedback of praise, criticism, death threats, all are welcome; just let us know what you think! Ok I have to shut up now and go read more Bleach. Hitsugaya!11oneeleven!1! Ok, end of fangirling.