Rin-chan: When we originally posted this story, we managed six chapters before we were (for some reason) kicked off.

Kei-chan: That means that these next two chapters are a lot more recent. I think someone reported our story because they didn't like it, and wanted it gone. I hate it when people do petty things like that.


Chapter the Seventh

Shuichi woke up to Ryuichi singing loudly, and obnoxiously. He twitched. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He yelled angrily. A moment later, his door was wrenched open. In the doorway was a grinning Ryuichi. "GLOMP!" he yelled, launching himself at his friend.

"ACK!" Shuichi was pinned to the bed by the hyper racer now sitting on top of him. After he managed to kick Ryuichi off of the bed, where he had hit the floor with a huge 'thump', he hauled himself out of bed. As he stumbled out into the sitting room, he noticed a huge package on the couch.

He gave the package a weird look, and jumped when he heard Ryu's voice. "That came for you early this morning. I don't know what the hell it is, we didn't order anything." Shuichi shook his head to clear the cobwebs. He had been wondering if Yuki would still be there.

Grabbing the package, he sat down, and opened it. Inside, he found a note along with-

"STRAWBERRY POCKY!" He yelled excitedly. He snatched up the note, and stared.

Don't eat it all at once, you'll make yourself sick.

Call me,

Yuki

A grin spread across his face, but before he could yell and bounce around like he wanted to, Ryu's phone rang. Ryuichi pulled out his phone, and answered. "Hello, Sparkly Imports, how the fuck can I help you?" He was silent for a second, before he yelled. "Awesome! We get to kick his ass again!"

The next thing Shuichi saw, was Ryuichi jumping around like a maniac on speed. "Come on!" he yelled, jumping up and down, trying to pull on his jeans at the same time. "Get dressed, we've gotta go downstairs and make our cars shiny!"

Slightly confused, Shu went to get dressed. They made their way down to the garage, with Shuichi getting slightly annoyed. Ryuichi wouldn't answer Shu's questions. He just kept poking his shoulder. By the time they were stood in the garage, Shuichi was ready to explode.

"Damn it, just tell me what the hell is going on! You're driving me nuts!" Shu yelled, glaring at Ryuichi. His friend winced slightly, coughing.

"Alright, no need to get pissed off. Tyrone was the one that called. He said we can race that nancy boy, Taki, at the same place as last time… Tonight."

An evil grin crossed both of their faces. Shuichi threw an arm around Ryu's shoulders. "Well, I guess we should 'fine tune' some of the stuff in our cars."

Ryuichi's phone started ringing again. He answered it, smiling more than ever. "Hello, Sparkly Imports, how the fuck can I help you? Oh, hi Tohma!"

Shuichi scrunched his nose at hearing his old boss' name. Ryuichi casually flicked up his middle finger, pointing it in Shuichi's general direction. Ryu squeaked when Shuichi sucked on his finger.

On the other end of the line, Tohma was looking confused. The others, once again sat around Tohma's office, heard the squeak and all that followed. Tohma, weirdo that he is, had them on speakerphone.

"Ryuichi? Are you okay?"

Ryuichi blinked slightly. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that Shuichi's sucking on my-"

Tohma, eyes wide, interrupted quickly. "That's okay! Say no more!"

Yuki sat looking infinitely pissed off. What was he doing! He was supposed to be going out with the blonde, and now this?

They all heard Ryu snickering. "I was going to say finger. Wow, you're starting to turn into a bit of a pervert aren't you?"

Tohma actually blushed. "Yes, well… I was wondering if you would both come down to NG. We still have much to discuss."

They heard some shuffling, before they caught a faint "Shuichi, give me back my finger!" and an answering "Nuh uh! You taste like pocky!" Yuki's eye twitched. The author spoke, death in his tone. "Tell the idiot to remove his mouth from your finger, or I will personally make sure he feels pain like never before." They heard Ryuichi repeating his message, and then a short silence.

Suddenly, Shuichi's voice was heard. "You'd better watch it, Eiri-chan." Yuki choked as he heard his little 'nickname'. "Or I'll never go out with you again… ever."

Yuki scowled, slouching in his seat. "Just shut up, brat." Shuichi seemed to take his rude command as acceptance, because Ryuichi began talking again.

"Anyway… We can't come to NG. We have a race tonight. If you stand outside of NG, you might see us. I'll be sure to try and run you over as I pass."

The phone went dead before anyone could answer.