LONG AN:

What? This isn't a drabble! This is far too long to be considered a drabble... it's not even a one-shot gasp! This little story will even be continued in parts because of its lengthiness :P silly me.

Why don't I just upload this as a multi-chapter fic, you ask? Well, you see, it's very simple... um... this has no solid plot (neither does Skool Daze... but thats besides the point!) this is just the start in a bunch of stories that could happen if Kazahaya and Rikuo decided to become lovers and live together!

BTW, I'm totally gonna accept drabble commissions for this series. I have a lot of stories in mind... but they're really long, and I want to actually write something short, if you please. So, send me your ideas, vague or detailed. Bring it onnnn :D

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Moving Out

Kazahaya couldn't believe it. He counted again just to be sure. Kazahaya really could not believe it.

He sat on his bed, upstairs in the Green Drug Store apartment he shared with Rikuo. In front of him were two large piles of cash money and coins, along with the empty tin coffee container he had been stashing it all in.

It had been three years since he began working for Kakei. Three years since he was found in the snow. Kazahaya was now 20 years old, no longer a boy by any means.

It had been three years, and he finally had enough money saved up to move out... start a life of his own. The fact of the matter was mind boggling. He had always said he was getting out of here, always said that he needed the money, but in reality, hadn't ever actually looked at his earnings each time he received payment, just stuck it in the tin can. Kazahaya had much more than he had ever anticipated.

Kazahaya heard the heavy footsteps of his roommate climb up the steel stairs leading up to their apartment and quickly gathered up his money, stuffing it all back into his make-shift piggy bank, and once again sliding it under his bed when he heard the front door open.

"You know, Kazahaya," Rikuo began speaking loudly so his fellow employee could hear through the plywood wall that separated their shared bedroom from the living room. The door slammed shut.

"Just because your shift ended early, don't feel obligated to help me clean up the mess of spilled candy that you created. Please, don't," Rikuo spoke with heavy sarcasm. Kazahaya could hear his shoes being kicked off and onto the wood floor.

Rikuo was referring to an incident that happened less than an hour ago. Kazahaya had been sitting at the front counter, manning the register and dozing off because of the slow day, when out of nowhere Rikuo popped up from the other side, yelling the name of the dirty-blonde youth.

After emanating a blood curdling screech so loud, all of Japan must've heard it, and simultaneously jumping six feet in the air, Kazahaya had begun to tip backward in the stool he was seated upon. In a moment of panic, he grabbed hold of the nearest solid object to hold himself steady. Unfortunately, that object had been the candy rack on the other side of the register, and so slipped from the counter and crashed to the floor with the spazing boy.

"Thanks, I won't," Kazahaya responded coolly, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his head where it had made contact with the hard tiled floor in the store.

Despite having aged three years, the boys, and the men they worked for, still acted pretty much the same. Kazahaya was still a klutz, Rikuo was still a jerk, Kakei continued to be cryptic, and Saiga was still sleeping.

But they did mature, Rikuo and Kazahaya. They stopped arguing with their boss, they were able to talk most things out without anything getting physical, and Kazahaya had gotten so used to Rikuo's advances, that he developed some of his own.

Rikuo was still up to his usual antics, adding in more flirtatious undertones as they boys grew closer together. But Kazahaya had grown to roll with the punches, discovering that each time he would flare up and get angry at Rikuo, it only satisfied him. So Kazahaya began fighting back. He became less flustered whenever Rikuo picked on him, and even managed clever come backs of his own.

It didn't always work, Rikuo loved having the last word in. Kazahaya would usually drop it then, much to Rikuo's obvious disappointment. Arguments in the house or in the drug store had become some what endearing.

Rikuo walked into the bedroom, finding Kazahaya's gaze instantly.

"So, what have you been up to?"

"Nothing much," Kazahaya swung his legs to the edge of the bed. He wondered how he would break it to everyone, that he would be moving out.

Kazahaya stretched, his arms in the air and his back arched. He felt Rikuo's eyes on him.

"What are you starring at?" Kazahaya asked coyly, bringing his hands back to his sides.

"You stretch like a cat," Rikuo said nonchalantly.

Kazahaya looked unimpressed, responding sarcastically. "Oh, haven't heard that one before." He stood up and made his way to Rikuo, only because he was standing in the doorway.

Rikuo didn't move out of the way. "How about if I said 'you'? Just starring at you," he paused, leaning down to whisper in Kazahaya's ear. "How flexible you might be."

"That's enough," Kazahaya said sternly, putting his hands on Rikuo's chest and pushing past him, before he could see the pink that had begun on his cheeks.

Rikuo was going through torture.

He watched Kazahaya go into the kitchen, presumably to make dinner, and leaned heavily against the door frame. He figured out some time last year he had developed... some kind of thing for Kazahaya. Rikuo denied it for a long time; how could he possibly have any sort of fondness for his spaz of a roommate. But he couldn't help how he caught himself starring at the fairer boy before, during, and after working hours. Or when he woke up, flabbergasted and aroused, at raunchy dreams he would have. How, during more than a few occasions where he would get Kazahaya flustered and irritated, he had to hold himself back from closing what little space there was between their lips in a fiery and passionate kiss.

It was agonizing and confusing, and Rikuo hated it. He hated feeling this way over Kazahaya, his truly one friend who he felt he could share anything with. Kazahaya, who tripped over his own feet, who over analyzed everything, who always burnt his curry noodles, and who managed to be the only one to make his heart stop.

Rikuo wouldn't call it love though, and he refused to call it a crush. It was a 'thing,' and Rikuo wanted it to be kept that way.

"We're having curry noodles and veggies for dinner." Kazahaya called from the kitchen.

"Fuck no," Rikuo quickly made his way to Kazahaya, who was opening a box of Thai noodles.

Kazahaya looked affronted. "Why not?"

"Because you always burn it, that's why."

"I never burn it when you're around, so just stay here and tell me when to stir it," Kazahaya smiled up at Rikuo.

Shit... "You need to learn how to do it yourself," Rikuo scolded, tearing his gaze away from Kazahaya's almond colored eyes.

"But you're such a good teacher," Kazahaya teased.

Rikuo knew Kazahaya wasn't flirting, but it was hard not to hear it that way. Lately Rikuo had begun flirting with Kazahaya, heavily, and getting away with it because Kazahaya never took him seriously. Kazahaya still thought Rikuo was picking on him, and so copied Rikuo's actions, like a child being influenced by a parent, to use it against him, not thinking about the effect it had on the darker man.

Kazahaya was still naïve in that area.

"Fine," Rikuo caved. He must be turning into a masochist.

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Kazahaya watched Rikuo on the other side of their short table as they ate their food, in perfect quality, and wondered how he was going to word his announcement.

"So, um..."

Rikuo looked up, chewing his food.

"I kinda have some good news," Kazahaya continued to stare at his plate.

Rikuo swallowed what was in his mouth, wiping his lips with his hand and giving Kazahaya his full attention.

"Go on."

Kazahaya looked up, the corners of his mouth quirked up in a small smile.

"I've finally earned enough money to start looking for a place of my own."

Rikuo's heart fell. Kazahaya must've seen something in Rikuo's eyes because he suddenly looked confused, but he shook his head.

"I'll probably still keep my job here, since I haven't the first idea on how to make a resume, or talk to even my own supervisor, and I've already worked here long enough to get a raise..." Kazahaya rambled on.

Rikuo knew this day would come, eventually. He used to look upon this day with glee and satisfaction; finally he could be alone again, walk around apartment naked like he used to, and not have to answer stupid questions like, "If that squirrel stays on the telephone line, wont he get zapped?" And read his damn news paper at the table without ridicule.

But, who would he talk to when he needed consoling? Sharing his feelings with Kakei never got him far, and all Saiga wanted to do was tease him. Who would remind him to put his tooth brush back in the cup (not leave it in the shower), or to pick his clothes off the floor (not leave them strewn about the apartment), or when it was a full moon out, and thus perfect for midnight strolls. Rikuo needed someone his own age to be around, he didn't realize that until Kazahaya came around.

Rikuo hated to admit it, but thinking about life alone again was... sad.

"... are you listening to me?" Kazahaya interrupted Rikuo's train of thought.

Rikuo put on his trademark smirk. "Nope. Stopped listening after you said something about moving out."

Kazahaya's face fell, obviously hurt. Rikuo swallowed, wanting to take his words back.

"Never mind then," Kazahaya spoke softly, getting up from his seat and promptly scraping off his plate in the garbage.

Rikuo's mind raced. "Wait, Kaza-"

Kazahaya put a finger up, walking past him. "I'll be downstairs. I need to visit Kakei."

Rikuo watched Kazahaya go, sighing heavily when he shut the door behind him.

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A couple weeks had passed. The incident that night seemingly forgotten. Kakei had insisted that Kazahaya could find better work than what his drugstore could offer him, and together they helped in the completion of many job applications.

Kazahaya had also looked into several houses, not wanting to live in an apartment for the rest of his life– he could afford something bigger anyway. He had settled on a small, single story one-bedroom house in a small neighborhood. It was yellow with blue shingles and a pathetic excuse for a front lawn, but Kazahaya loved it, and had already made the down payment on it.

Rikuo was losing his chance to tell Kazahaya how he really felt. With each passing day came more and more unease in the shared apartment, and not just from Rikuo, surprisingly. Kazahaya looked like he had something to say as well, but kept silent more than ever. It made Rikuo's heart unsteady and nervous.

On the night before Kazahaya was scheduled to leave, Rikuo laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He heard the curtain separating their beds shift as Kazahaya walked over to him.

"Um, hey, Rikuo?"

"What?" Rikuo tried to sound disinterested. He couldn't stand himself, that he still felt the need to put up a wall between him and Kazahaya, a man he had grown to endear and trust.

Kazahaya pretended not to be affected by it.

"Want to take a walk with me?"

Rikuo looked over at the digital clock on his end table.

"At 11 o'clock at night?"

"It's a full moon out," Kazahaya shifted.

Rikuo decided right then and there to get over himself. Kazahaya was leaving, he was going out to make a life of his own. Rikuo should've known... no one can stay in one place forever, especially not Kazahaya. He always talked about running again, Kazahaya even managed to get himself lost on one particularly long walk he took. Rikuo was always the one who insisted Kazahaya stay, that it was safer for him here, that here, at the Green Drugstore, people would always be around to look after him, take care of him. Rikuo had meant himself, but didn't want Kazahaya to know the extent of his affections for him.

"Okay," Rikuo got up.

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It was the middle of summer, the night air, although cool, wasn't chilly. It was actually a very nice reprieve from the sweltering hot sun that beamed during the day. The darkness was mostly eradicated by the moon, which gave a soft glow to everything.

Kazahaya and Rikuo walked side by side. The streets were empty, except for the occasional late night driver vrooming past.

Silence had made itself comfortable between the boys. Usually they wouldn't talk during these moon lit walks, just enjoy each others company. Although he complained about it and teased his roommate at first, Rikuo grew to enjoy these occasional walks in the darkness. He could pretend for a moment, that it was just him and Kazahaya. No Kakei there to snoop, no chores that needed to be done, and certainly no ridiculous "side" jobs that had to be fulfilled.

There was a million things that Rikuo wanted to say, but Kazahaya spoke up first.

"I'm gonna miss you guys," it was barely audible. Rikuo looked over at the dirty blonde.

"Then don't leave," Rikuo said just as quietly. He figured, maybe if he talked softly, he could decline any confessions that might come out of his mouth.

Kazahaya shook his head. "I have to."

Rikuo brought his lower lip in, gnawing on it.

Another silence. Rikuo was fighting down the urge to wrap his arms around Kazahaya protectively and beg him to stay.

Kazahaya licked his lips. "Are you going to miss me?"

Rikuo looked to the side, watching Kazahaya look straight ahead. His hands were clasped in front of him.

Rikuo nodded, but Kazahaya didn't see it. He cleared his throat lightly.

"Yeah... yeah I am."

"Why?"

Rikuo flinched. It was a question filled with accusation. He couldn't blame Kazahaya though, if Rikuo were in his shoes, he would question the authenticity of missing him too.

Rikuo gathered his thoughts, Kazahaya peeked up at him, waiting.

"I... really like you... being around, Kazahaya," he spoke like it was difficult to form words. Rikuo sighed, shaking his head.

"And not just to practice my insults on, that's a bonus," Rikuo attempted to lighten the situation, but felt it was unnecessary. The look on Kazahaya's face confirmed that. "But, because you calm me down. You make me happy, believe it or not," he chanced another look at Kazahaya, who looked bewildered.

"I've never met someone like you in my entire life. You are smart, funny, weird, naïve, and... really fun to be around. I–" but Rikuo cut himself off, blushing at what he was about to say and looking down at the concrete sidewalk.

Kazahaya blinked, wide-eyed.

Rikuo laughed it off, chuckling lightly. "Even though you do overreact to everything, are a complete klutz, and faint like a girl."

Kazahaya rolled his eyes in the darkness. "At least I'm not an emotionless douche-bag who flirts with anything on two legs."

"That supposed to be me?"

"Who else could it be?"

Rikuo shook his head, letting it slide for once. It was Kazahaya's last night with him... he deserved to have the last word in.

"I thought you would be happy to be alone again. You said so yourself..." Kazahaya trailed off after an immeasurable amount of silence.

Rikuo opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out for a while.

"... I lied."

Kazahaya slowed his pace to a stop. Rikuo paused, turning to face him, hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Rikuo... did you hear what I said during dinner that night?"

Rikuo tried his best to bring his memories back, cursing himself for actually drowning out Kazahaya's words with his own thoughts. He shook his head lamely.

Kazahaya sighed. He looked down, shuffling his feet nervously.

"I asked... well, if you're interested. It's not like I want you to or anything, but I thought, maybe you'd like..." Kazahaya began stammering. Rikuo smiled in humor, finding a surge of confidence, he stepped up to Kazahaya, resting his hands on his shoulders. Kazahaya fell quiet, bringing his head up.

They stared into each others eyes for what seemed like hours. Rikuo once again fighting down the desire to kiss his roommate, finding it harder than ever before given their predicament and Kazahaya's situation. But mostly because Kazahaya looked... stunning right now, in the moonlight.

"Kazahaya..." Rikuo breathed, his resolve crumbling.

Kazahaya's almond eyes shook. His lips parted and a small sentence came out quietly.

"Move in with me?"

Rikuo blinked in surprise. Had he just heard him correctly?

"What?" Rikuo couldn't believe that just came out of Kazahaya's innocent, gullible, shy little mouth.

Rikuo watched Kazahaya's cheeks redden, even in the limited light the moon provided.

"I-I mean, not if you don't want to, of course. It would just be nice to have someone help pay rent and... you know, you really are useless by yourself– don't you know how to clean? And you are a complete grouch when you're alone. Have you–"

Kazahaya wasn't able to finish his scattered ramblings when he felt Rikuo's lips press harshly against his own.

Rikuo literally couldn't stop himself once he made up his mind. He moved a hand on Kazahaya's shoulder to the nape of his neck, gripping it lightly and splaying his fingers through the fine lightly colored hair. With his other hand he moved it around the smaller man's back, his arm becoming a vise-grip. He moved his lips along Kazahaya's, willing him to kiss back, he certainly hadn't pushed him away yet.

Kazahaya, caught completely unaware, finally relaxed, closing his eyes, and experimentally copying Rikuo's lip movements. There was no room to move, no room to breathe properly; Rikuo had him snared in his arms. Kazahaya's heart hurt from the pace it was thudding at, could hear his and Rikuo's noses breath erratically against each others skin, but for once found himself caring less.

Rikuo pulled the slighter man closer, sliding his arm down his back to push their hips together, letting Kazahaya step between his legs. He moaned lightly, feeling those thin pink lips move against his own, like he always imagined... better than he ever dreamed about. But it wasn't enough. Rikuo wanted him closer, wanted no gap, however miniscule, between them.

He walked Kazahaya backward, eventually pressing him against the wall of a building. Kazahaya's mouth opened in protest, but Rikuo quickly used that to his advantage, tugging Kazahaya's hair back, causing his head to tilt down, taking note of Kazahaya's pleasurably surprised gasp, and dove in to continue the kiss, sliding his tongue between those deliciously soft lips. He reveled in the sound of satisfaction Kazahaya emitted, becoming increasingly impressed and ridiculously turned on by the surprising skill level his roommate kissed back with.

Kazahaya tongue fought back for dominance, allowing for moments of weakness when Rikuo's large tongue, which tasted like peppermint tooth paste, flicked the roof of his mouth. Kazahaya was surprised at how a french kiss could make his brain turn to mush, and let Rikuo grip him like he had no bones.

He managed, in his intoxicated state of mind, to remember his useless arms at his side and brought them up and around Rikuo's shoulders, getting a handful of shirt and hanging on as Rikuo worked his mouth.

Kazahaya felt his knees bending as Rikuo continued to pull his lower half closer while his neck was being stretched out. He felt the top of his head pressing against the brick wall behind him, nudging against his sensitive skin.

In order to get Rikuo to change his position, Kazahaya grabbed the black hairs at the back of Rikuo's head, trying to pull him away. He heard Rikuo make a noise similar to a growl and had no time to think when his head was brought back up. Rikuo's hand moved to cradle the back of Kazahaya's head as he straightened him out, pushing Kazahaya and himself against the wall with renewed fervor.

A high pitched muffled moan was heard as Rikuo ground his hips against Kazahaya's. Rikuo paused at the sound, releasing Kazahaya's lips with a sucking sound. They lazily opened their eyes at the same time, breathing labored and chests moving up and down with the effort to gather fresh air. Rikuo visibly shuddered at the look in Kazahaya's eyes, it was a look of want, desire, more. His usually flat, almond colored eyes had taken a darker shade of brown, like melted chocolate.

"Shit, Kazahaya..." Rikuo kissed his lips chastely, then his chin, then up his jaw line to his ear. Kazahaya felt his eye lids flutter close, clenching his fingers unconsciously around Rikuo's hair again, but not pulling.

"So..." Kazahaya tried to find his voice. "Does this mean– ah!" Rikuo had nipped at a patch of skin below Kazahaya's ear. He then began to suckle on it. Kazahaya's thought process veered off it's track so he thought of nothing but the amount of pleasure he was feeling in his neck, the burn Rikuo's lips left after every kiss, and the unbearable tightness in his groin as Rikuo continued to grind his hips into it.

"Yes," Rikuo breathed against Kazahaya's neck. He licked the spot where he had been sucking and moved back to kiss Kazahaya on the mouth.

"I want to live with you," he kissed him again, cupping Kazahaya's cheeks in his hands. Kazahaya smiled widely, he couldn't help it.

"But..." Rikuo tried to get his breathing under control. "Not just as roommates..." he tapped his nose against Kazahaya's. "If you know what I mean."

Kazahaya surprised himself by grinning devilishly. "I'm fine with that."

Rikuo's hold around Kazahaya tightened. "Really?" He spoke with a suggestive undertone.

"Hmm... I don't know where this is all coming from," Kazahaya pushed his hips forward when Rikuo stilled his movements, his cargo shorts shuffling against Rikuo's jeans. "But I've been waiting for you to kiss me for years."

This time it was Rikuo's turn to be dumbfounded. "Really?"

Kazahaya smiled shyly, casting his eyes down. The innocent movement was enough to make Rikuo's cock twitch with anticipation.

"I've liked you for a while, Rikuo," Kazahaya was whispering now. "I beat myself up for it for months when I finally came to terms with it, but I grew to accept it, I just never knew what to do about it."

Rikuo snickered. Kazahaya looked back at Rikuo, his temper flaring.

"What?"

"I like how you say 'it,' instead of crush, or adoration, or..." Rikuo leaned forward, trademark smirk and a devious twinkle in his eyes. "... want."

Kazahaya didn't know what to say to that. The situation they had gotten themselves in sinking in and the lingering sensation of Rikuo's lips on his was beginning to make him antsy.

"Hm?" Rikuo let his eyes droop close again as he leaned into the crook of Kazahaya's neck, trailing his lips down from Kazahaya's ear to the base of his neck. Kazahaya lolled his head back, lips parted.

"Rikuo..." Kazahaya spoke softly, feebly gripping Rikuo's shoulders.

Rikuo didn't respond, instead began sucking on the expanse of skin before him. Kazahaya moaned silently.

"Rikuo," Kazahaya tried again. "We should... take this to the apartment..."

Rikuo paused, the brilliant idea Kazahaya presented getting his thoughts racing. Back at the apartment was privacy, warmth, and a bed...

The taller man moved his position from Kazahaya's neck to face him, giving a chaste kiss before speaking.

"Gladly."

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To be continued in Our Little Yellow House