FujimoriSunao xHashiba Sora Ranx Yoru

Fujimori suddenly snatched Toshizo away from the sleeping Hashiba. Hashiba reached out and twitched for Toshizo, but he didn't feel the pink elephant. He quickly sat up, seeing Fujimori with his beloved stuffed animal.

"Hey, give me back my Toshizo!" Hashiba launched forward to grab the elephant out of Fujimori's hands, but missed – and hit his nose on the ground.

Fujimori giggled.

"Oi, what's so funny?" asked Hashiba, sitting up, rubbing his nose.

Fujimori shook his head, still laughing. "Nothing."

Hashiba pouted, moving back into his bed.

Fujimori gazed down at the pink elephant. "You really love this, don't you?"

Hashiba laid on his back, his hands behind his head. "Yeah. It helps me sleep at night."

Fujimori frowned. "Hashiba, is this thing really that important to you?"

Hashiba sprung up. "What do you mean by 'thing'? His name is Toshizo, you know."

"Was it just an act?"

Hashiba raised his eyebrow. Just an act? What was Fujimori talking about?

Fujimori's voice went low. "...when you said you loved me?"

Hashiba's expression darkened. He had several flashbacks of him admitting he loved Fujimori.

"No," he said.

Fujimori invited himself to sit on Hashiba's bed.

He moved his hand back and forth on the sheets, smoothing them out.

"...I can't sleep."

Hashiba's face softened. "Why can't you sleep?"

Fujimori shrugged. He gazed up at the light, which was off.

Fujimori's eyes became lazy, not open all the way, almost squinting.
Hashiba became aware of what was happening.

Fujimori's eye color suddenly changed to ruby red.

He grabbed Hashiba's shoulder.

"Yoru...where is Yoru?"

Fujimori's 'other self' had come out.

"Ran," murmured Hashiba.

Ran moved his position, sitting in Hashiba's lap.

"Where's Yoru?" Tears started to form in the ruby colored eyes. Hashiba stared blankly at Ran, wondering why Ran appeared.

"What's wrong with Sunao?" asked Hashiba.

Ran pouted and crossed his arms, almost falling backwards off of Hashiba's lap. "Why would you care?"

Hashiba glanced up at the red eyes. "I'm...worried."

Ran moved to the end of Hashiba's bed. "Well, bring out Yoru and I'll tell you!"

"I can't!" shouted Hashiba, annoyed.

"You're so mean! I want Yoru!" cried Ran.

"Shhh! Not so loud! Matsuri-chan might here you!" whispered Hashiba.

Ran ignored him. "I want Yoru! Bring out Yoru! Yoru!"

Hashiba deeply sighed. "I can't bring him out. He won't come out. He left a while ago."

Suddenly an awkward silence filled the room. Minutes passed, and neither one of them talked. Their expressions were still and blank, their bodies motionless, exception to the expanding of their chest (since they were breathing).

Finally, Ran moved. He placed his index and middle finger – bent slightly – over his mouth. "Yoru's...gone?"

Hashiba nodded silently.

Ran burst out crying and screaming.

"Shut up!" shouted Hashiba, covering Ran's mouth. Ran bit his hand. He drew back, waving his hand up and down.

"That hurt!" murmured Hashiba, through his gritted teeth.

"Bring him back," demanded Ran.

Hashiba exchanged a glance with the moonlight.

"Tell me what's wrong with Sunao."

Ran shook his head. "Only if you promise to bring Yoru back."

Hashiba nodded.

Ran smirked. "Okay. Sunao's sad because you're not spending any time with him." Ran leaned forward.

"...that's it?" asked Hashiba.

Ran nodded, still smiling.

Hashiba tugged his sheets and laid down. Ran crawled over him.

"Bring back Yoru!"

Hashiba pushed Ran off of him and sat up. "He'll come back next time."

Ran had another blank expression and nodded. He blinked.

"Huh?" Fujimori blinked.

Hashiba grabbed the confused pink-hair boy's hand. "Wanna sleep with me tonight?"

Fujimori blushed. And Hashiba just realized why.

"Ahh! I mean...right next to me! Right here," he said, patting to the sheets on the left side.

Fujimori dived right in, cuddling next to Hashiba. After giving him a light peck on the cheek as a thanks, Fujimori dosed off.

Hashiba smiled, seeing Fujimori's sleeping face. "He looks...like...an angel."

He dosed off, unaware of what was going to happen next.

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Sweat was dripping down Ran's body. "Yoru..." he whispered, softly.

Yoru licked his ruby-eyed lover, right under the chin and down the neck. Ran let out a moan, the tone expressing the way he felt.

Yoru moved his leg slightly, making Ran yelp a tiny bit.

Yoru's right hand worked it's way down to the lower half of Ran.

Unfortunately for Yoru, Ran moved his hand upward, knocking over Hashiba's alarm clock...again. (Go watch the anime; well, actually, he didn't knock it over in the anime, but whatever...)

The clock crashed to the ground, waking up both Hashiba and Fujimori.

After blinking several times, they finally realized what 'they' were doing. They immediately turned red.

Hashiba snatched their clothes off the ground.

"Hey...Hashiba...?"

"What?" Hashiba was just about to hand Fujimori his clothes, when his pink-haired lover moved closer to his face.

"Can...we?"

Hashiba blinked, unsure what Fujimori was talking about at first. His eyes widened when he figured out what he meant.

He blushed a crimson color.

"W-what? You mean..."

Fujimori closed his eyes, threw his arms around his shoulders and kissed Hashiba.

Hashiba's eyes widened, but soon settled down.

He dropped the clothes back down onto the floor, as he and Fujimori's body lowered back onto the bed.

Their lips separated for a moment, allowing Fujimori to work his tongue into his lovers mouth.

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"Hashiba," Fujimori grabbed his hand. "Can we go somewhere for lunch on Sunday?"

Before Hashiba could answer, there was a bright flash.

"I see that you two are getting along!"

It was Matsuri.

"What do you want?" asked Fujimori. He wrapped his arm around Hashiba.

"We have more work to do!" exclaimed Matsuri, smiling and pointing his index finger up into the sky, and looked at it.

He looked back down to speak, but didn't see the lovers in front of him. He glanced behind him, seeing them in the distance.

"Sora-kun! Nao-kun!" He shouted, chasing after the two.

They glanced back and soon started to dash back to their dorm.