Title: Kancho King

Theme: April "Aprils fool or a prank" Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or its characters. I do not make any profit from this text.
Warnings: None
Summary: Hell hath no fury like an Eiri kancho'd.

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Shuichi was running as fast as he could down the busy streets of Tokyo. He was weaving in and out of the crowd, shouting "I'm Sorry" over his shoulder as he went. All he could think of was that he shouldn't have listened to Hiro!

It had all started out innocently enough. Yesterday, Shuichi and Hiro were relaxing on a park bench near NG. They were taking an afternoon "creativity" break as Shuichi liked to call it when his writer's block forced him to hair pulling frustration. Behind their dark shades and wide hat brims they watched in amusement as a grade school girl snuck up behind a little boy on the playground.

Shuichi couldn't hide his smile when he saw her crouch down into a classic kancho stance, and raising her two index fingers together she attacked, stabbing her fingers into the unsuspecting classmate's butt. The boy's startled shriek caused laughter to erupt among the other children, and it was mirrored by Shuichi. Hiro was glad to hear his friend laugh; nothing ever seemed to get Shuichi down long.

"Hey, 'Kancho king' do you remember doing that?" Hiro said with a smile as he turned to his friend.

"Of course, I wasn't called that for nothing!" Shuichi smiled at the memories. "My lightning fast reflexes and small size let me evade almost everyone! I could sneak up on them before they ever saw me." Shuichi sat up straighter, still feeling proud of his grade school claim to fame.

"Well, I guess you don't have your title anymore," Hiro said slyly.

"What do you mean?"

Hiro was unable to repress a laugh as he continued. "I think Yuki-san kancho's you about every night. I think he's taken your title."

Instead of getting all riled up as Hiro had expected, Shuichi just smiled. He had an evil gleam in his eye when he said, "We'll see about that."

With those words, Shuichi's fate had been sealed. When he got home that night it was late. After his break in the park, he had broken through his block and hammered out lyrics and a promising melody. Eiri had already closeted himself away with his laptop for the night so after a half hearted attempt to beat down the door while whining at the top of his lungs, Shuichi went to bed.

The next morning yielded the perfect opportunity as Shuichi quietly walked into the kitchen, observing Eiri finishing a cup of tea. Shuichi grinned, with sleep deprivation dulling Eiri's senses he'd be able to sneak up on him easily. As soon as the mug hit the counter Shuichi struck! He managed to actually penetrate Eiri a little as the author's loose sleep pants and lack of underwear had left him unprotected.

After uttering a blood curdling scream Eiri whirled around ready to do violence. Shuichi was doubled over with laughter; he had actually gotten one over on the novelist!

Eiri took one look at the laughing baka and his anger boiled over. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!" he roared.

Shuichi tried to stop laughing, knowing it was only going to make it worse. Yet when he saw Eiri trying to dig his pants out of his ass he fell onto the floor as peals of laughter erupted from him.

Eiri kicked Shuichi, only managing at the last minute to pull it so he didn't actually hurt the singer.

Shuichi yip'd at the kick but still couldn't quite quell his laughter, mirthful tears streaming down his face. "I was… reclaiming my… title" Shuichi managed to choke out.

Hauling his lover up off the floor by the front of his t-shirt Eiri couldn't help but shake him "What title?"

Shuichi finally stopped laughing, he looked into Eiri's enraged eyes and realized he was in big trouble. He immediately started in with the blubbering and puppy dog looks trying to save his behind. "Well you do it to me every night so I though I'd do it back to you."

Eiri blinked and shook his head trying to make sense of what Shuichi was saying. "What?" he growled out punctuating it by giving his lover a hard shake.

Shuichi started blubbering, something about a "kancho king" could be heard in the gibberish.

Eiri was not in the mood to deal with this shit. He gave Shuichi one more shake before shoving him towards the door. "I'm going to give you till the count of ten before I kick the shit out of you, you better start running now brat!"

Shuichi didn't even wait to hear the "Ichi" as he bolted towards the door, managing to slip on his sneakers mid stride.

Eiri waited for five more counts after the door had closed before he started to snicker. He rinsed his mug out and lazily made his way to the bedroom. After quickly undressing he slipped into bed, careful of his tender bottom.

He couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he imagined what would happen later. In a few hours Shuichi was slink back in, ready to do anything to earn his forgiveness, and that's when he would get his revenge. Let's see who the "Kancho King" was after all when the baka was ass up face buried in the mattress while he had his way with him.

A/N: This is both late and a little long – but I wanted to write some humor after writing some darker stories lately. I hope you got a chuckle out of it! Thank you ffpanda for keeping on me till I wrote this.

Note: "Kancho is a game or trick often played in Japan by young school-aged children; it is performed by clasping the hands together so the index fingers are pointing out and attempting to insert them into someone's anal region when the victim is not looking." Taken from http/en. (check out the funny illustration!)

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