AUTHOR'S NOTES: College is a bitch. Well, anyway, I'll keep posting until it's finished. It's almost done, anyway. Now I'm starting to regret that I didn't make it a oneshot. Hehe.

WARNING: Very foul language. References to porn. And in case you still didn't know up to this point, this whole fic will contain SHOUNEN AI. If you're grossed out by two guys staring at each other with those sparkly eyes (and pastel background), I've got none of that here.


The Eighth Task: Fighting the Bleeding


Another bloody week.

The match against Shoyo was scheduled two weeks from now.

So what?

It was up to the series to tell of that.

"Micchy! I think I found something!"

"Keep your voice down, dumbass, you're embarrassing us!"

"Sakuragi, trust me, I've watched that and it sucks."

"Oh, OK."

"Hey, here's a good one."

"Yeah!"

"No, I think this suits them more."

"Good point, but this one has mind-blowing action."

"True, but the actresses here are better."

"Hey, I've got a copy of that."

Everyone turned to Kogure who was still wearing that schoolboy smile of his.

"Oh my God!"

"Mitsui, what have you done!"

"Kogure?! That is not you! Kogure doesn't watch this---"Glares from people, specifically the owner, arrive in nice little packages (with ribbons even!), "stuff! Kogure blushes at mention of the word kiss! Kogure nosebleeds at the word sex! Kogure dies from porn! No, you are not Kogure!"

"I'm a guy too!"

"But you fainted when you announced the fourth task!"

Kogure turned a very deep shade of red. Crimson. Scarlet. Maroon. Whatever. "Errrr...don't ask."


Rukawa stood in front of the machine, glaring at it sharply. A handful of tokens were in his hands, glittering in the flashing lights of the arcade. It was seven thirty in the evening and there were quite a lot of people in the arcade. He had practiced for the Shoyo game earlier and...it was up to the series to tell of that.

Checking for any fangirls and not finding any, he stepped up onto the platform of the machine.

It's time for DDR Revenge.


"You're underage!"

Once again, the Sakuragi Gundan got thrown out of the pachinko parlor. After muttering various curses, Youhei and co. walked away.

"So...what shall we do now?"

"Eat?"

"Let's just go to the arcade," Youhei proposed, much to Takamiya's dismay.

To the arcade they went, skipping happily like schoolgirls, throwing petals in their path. Err...typo.

Youhei skidded to a stop. "Wait a minute, isn't that Rukawa?"

CLEARED!

Rukawa smirked. After spending the handful and one (for the last test) tokens on DDR, he finally became Master of DDR! Hurray! Well, I'd beat Sendoh on that one.

Too late for that though.

Putting an extra smug expression on his lovely face, he quietly exited the arcade and failed to notice four goldfishes—err, guys watch him leave.

The Sakuragi Gundan crept out of their hiding place and gaped some more.

"Man, that guy's got everything! Looks, basketball, and now DDR!"

"I wish I'd brought my camera."

"Don't tell Hanamichi."


"So, when shall we tell them?"

"About your vast collection of porn?"

"No! About the task!"

"Oh. Just kidding!"

"Sakuragi?"

"I've got a great idea! Let's not tell them yet. Let's just tell them on the day of the task!"

"Know what? That's actually a good idea. That way they wouldn't be able to prepare."

"They wouldn't be able to prepare either way, baka. And it's Sendoh's task."

"But still! You'd see their true colors!"

"And he doesn't know which task we picked."

"I wonder how Rukawa will react."

"I wonder if he'll react."

"Who knows? Kogure watches porn."

"Hey!"


One little dunce went out one day over the ring and far away. Another dunce said, "Baka, baka." And—

"You fools!" Akagi delivered another couple of Gorilla punches on each of the dunces' heads before the two could even start a Freestyle Fighting Match (courtesy of the Tendo Dojo). "Quit fighting and concentrate on practice!"

The captain sighed. It was really a pain in the...neck when those two wrangle. Sure, they were excellent players, but it would help the team a great deal if they didn't fight a lot.

Kogure gently placed a hand on Akagi's shoulder. "Don't worry, it's not like those two would kill each other."

"Sometimes I wish they would."

Ow...

Rukawa woke with a start and stared at the poor lamppost that he just ran right into. As usual, he had been 'sleepwalking' (walking while asleep) to Kogure's house for the Eighth Task. He didn't have a clue what the Eighth Task was, but he definitely prayed to the gods that it wasn't one of Sakuragi's inane ones.

It was ten PM on a school day and damn, here he was, walking along a silent street to kick Sendoh's firm butt. Oh, another typo. Kick Sendoh's butt firmly.

Sounds reasonable.

In a train far, far away—OK, not so far, far away—our beloved Ryonan boy yawned. Like Rukawa, he also received a call from Sakuragi in the dead of night, waking him from his precious sleep. Therefore, at ten PM on a school day, here he was, sitting in the last train.

Now how am I going to go home? Maybe I could just crash at Rukawa's place?

Or not.

Somewhere, a sleepwalking someone tripped.


It was eerily quiet that night at Kogure's house. Perhaps because it was really late and nobody wanted to disturb anybody because they were nice and polite little boys. Not.

Actually, it was quiet because the judges thought it would be more interesting if they kept mum about it. That, and Kogure's parents were out.

So, Rukawa and Sendoh sat down on the couch quite hesitantly and waited. But all they got was a folded piece of paper from Sakuragi.

"Don't open it yet before the show starts," Mitsui said, winking at them both.

Show?

What show?

They found out a second later.

Both boys hurriedly opened the slip of paper.

First to nosebleed and/or have a "tight-pants problem" loses.

I guess I have to try my very best not to make this an R thing. And I think that's gonna be quite hard (no pun intended) since they're watching PORN!

Rukawa went dokidoki again. Damn! I thought I was way over this freaking dokidoki stage! He caught Sendoh staring at him with his blue eyes so big you can see the little streaks on his iris and the veins in his sclera so Rukawa snorted, crossed his arms and shifted his gaze at the screen. He'd watched a lot of films like this before, and he had been unaffected. The worse thing that porn did to him was squirm and twitch a bit. He'd win this task.

Sendoh however was cursing whatever spirit possessed him to write that down as a task. He now realized how embarrassing the situation would be. During the time he came up with that task, he was only imagining what Rukawa's reaction would be in such situations. Which was, as he observed now, nil.

The two drew their attention back to the writhing figures on the screen. Rukawa changed his mind; this flick could do more than make him squirm. I hope not, he thought. Sendoh was trying NOT to resort to biting his lip to stop his nose from bleeding. The first scene of the movie already has some graphic porn action, and yet they haven't shown the actors' and actress's faces yet.

The judges were whispering at the back.

"You watch this stuff, Kogure?"

"Why, don't you?"

"Yeah, but I just didn't know you liked this type of movies."

"You know...hormones and stuff. Some of those are my dad's, he passed them on to me. But he borrows them sometimes when he needs a little...inspiration. Those movies are great, by the way."

"Man, you're freaking me out!"

"Ehe..."

Sendoh breathed a relieved sigh. The first scene, which lasted for about twenty to thirty minutes of bumping and grinding and making noises, was over. His nose hadn't bled a single bloody drop and he didn't have a campsite in his pants. But he sighed too soon.

The camera now zoomed into the actress's face and it definitely made Sendoh drop his jaw way underground and I'm not saying anything about eyes.

I hope you didn't guess it, but I think you did. Yes, the actress bore an uncanny resemblance to Rukawa. Just make the Rukawa eyes sultrier (like straight out of bed after a wild night of bonking) and the hair longer, add breasts, add 'fe' to 'male genitalia' and you've got twins.

Sendoh threw his head towards Rukawa, then back to the screen, then to Rukawa again, then to the screen and he blinked. And gulped. Wait a minute...

Rukawa was quietly snoring beside him.

Then he had a weird, out-of-the-blue vision of Rukawa in the porn movie instead of the actress. And an odd addition of Mitsui and himself taking the place of the two actors. (Oh my goodness, a SENMITRU!!!!!! Author faints for a second.)

And the heavens opened up and blood gushed forth from Sendoh's nose.

The quiet judges sprang to life immediately. Sakuragi whacked the sleeping Rukawa upside the head to wake him up, thus angering Rukawa and making him retaliate with a punch and a "Do'ahou." Miyagi handed Sendoh a box of tissue. Mitsui turned off the TV, earning a groan of disappointment from Miyagi. Kogure smiled. "Well, I guess this task goes to Rukawa."

Sendoh was too busy cleaning up to hear. He knew anyway.

"Now, get out so we can check out Megane's collection!" said Sakuragi, pushing the two (rather roughly, I might add) down the stairs and out of the front door, adding a little goodbye wave at the end.

Once outside, Rukawa fought the urge to gloat at his victory. He looked over to Sendoh, who was still bleeding a little bit. Sendoh was trying to avoid Rukawa's eyes for reasons you already know. He was still having afterimages of that thing with Mitsui and Rukawa.

Rukawa shot one last look at Sendoh, put his hands in his pockets and started to walk away. He was getting really sleepy and he needed to get home as soon as possible.

Sendoh watched as his junior went away. Damn. Since when did I have YAOI thoughts about that guy?


"Hey, don't we all need to sleep?"

"Just one more movie!"

"Yeah!"

"But it's already two o'clock in the morning! And we have practice tomorrow!"

"It's your fault anyway, Kogure."

"What?! My fault?!"

"Just go to sleep, Megane-kun!"

"Yeah, we'll be fine by ourselves."

"Alright. But I am not going to save you three from Akagi's wrath."

"Yeah, yeah. Oyasumi nasai!"

"Oyasumi nasai!"

"Oyasumi nasai!"

"Oyasumi."

"Hey, are you two thinking what I'm thinking?"

"What are you thinking?"

"If it's a wild YAOI threesome, Mitsui, I'll pass."

"It's not that, Shorty! But we could wait until he's deep in Dreamland then we open up a few buttons..."

"Oh, you are so evil."


Cinnamon eyes were coaxed open by Thursday morning sunlight. Kogure tried to rub his eyes and get the sleep out of them, but no matter how hard he pulled at his hands, they wouldn't budge. What in the world--?

Puzzled and now fully awake, he turned his head and found:

his limbs tied to each of the four bedposts,

Mitsui's, Miyagi's and Sakuragi's sleeping half-naked bodies clinging to him in the most incriminating positions ever,

their shirts, including his pajama top, tying him to the bedposts, and

the TV off, thank goodness.

Kami-sama! What happened?! Did we---?!

A body shifted and he found himself looking straight into Mitsui's I-just-had-sex gaze. "Had a good sleep?"

the three-pointer asked, his voice hoarse and low. He got up and stretched and Kogure's eyes widened just a teeny bit more and a deep blush appeared on his whole face. "Errrr...Mitsui..."

"Ohayo, Mitsui, Kogure," Miyagi greeted. "Why the red face?" he asked Kogure, you please untie me, please?"

"Oh, right, right. Sheesh, who forgot to untie him last night?"

"Who was the last one with him?"

"What's going on here?" Sakuragi rose. Mitsui finished untying Kogure's arms and Miyagi with the legs. "Ohayo!"

"Uhm, can anyone please explain what happened last night?" Kogure asked.

Sakuragi gasped. "You mean you don't remember?"

"Remember what?" Kogure was getting more frantic. "What happened? Did we---all of us--?" he stammered.

"What?" Mitsui asked. "Say it, Kogure, you're not making any sense!"

"Did we have an orgy last night?" Kogure squeaked.

"What do you think?"

"Oh god. We did?!"

And at that, the other three burst out laughing, holding their sides. "Nah, it was just a joke by Mitsui," Miyagi explained, being the first to recover from the laughing fit.

"Oh, I am so going to kill you!"

Nobody even bothered to look at the wall clock.

TBC


Sorry for that dumb thing there. Yes, they did wake up late. It depends if I'm gonna grill them or not. Hehe. Anyway, if by any chance this fic gets deleted by , you can continue reading this at my site (link on profile, I think). And sorry for the long wait! I'll try to finish the whole thing in time for RuSen day. Is that too long?