Hey mom, there's something
In the backroom
I hope it's not the
Creatures from above
-Aliens Exist, Blink 182

In Spite Of It All

Aliens Exist

"I'll explain it later," Ryuichi said quietly through the last of his tears. "I'd just like some help out of here."

"Okay, but we need disguises, you know, just in case," Shuichi said cheekily trying to lighten the mood. He very much liked the idea of going incognito.

For now, payback would come when they picked out Yuki's best Armani suits, put on his finest silk, Hugo Boss ties and matched it with two pairs of his most expensive Mezlan shoes. They both slicked their hair back for a very business look. They finishing touches were the Gucci sunglasses they found and a couple of surgical masks, so that nobody would recognize them. Not even Yuki. They looked at themselves in the mirror, then simultaneously looked at each other and nodded in agreement. Very stylish, even if the suits were a little too baggy. Okay, so they were a lot too baggy.

Since going down the elevator or even the stairs was completely out of the question, they decided to shimmy down the drain pipes. Think James Bond, only with pink hair and no gadgets. Shuichi felt so chivalrous, this was the first time he had ever saved anyone. People were always helping him cope, not the other way around. Once they got down the pole, which was tricky because Yuki lived on the fourth floor and they got scared, they did a couple dive roles for effect and trenched through the bushes. Shuichi lead them down the alley from which he came, to the bus stop he had got off of less than two hours earlier.

Their plan was to go to Ryuichi's house, grab his stuff and bus it to the hotel Shuichi was staying at. Although it seemed simple enough, fate would take an interesting turn for Shuichi.

"We should get off on the stop after this one," warned Ryuichi.

"Okay," Shuichi gave his friend a genuine smile. Thoughts of what Yuki might have done completely vanished as he saw the bastard himself driving with Tohma. Shuichi stared at the car when they were stopped at a red light and on until the announcement on the bus told them it was their stop.

As they were heading towards Ryuichi's apartment Shuichi could not help but think of the car Yuki was driving. He didn't particularly care if Yuki had bought a new car so Shuichi would stop tracking him down, because frankly, he didn't want to do that anymore. But one thing bugged him, the car was red. And it was a Honda. Red Honda and Yuki just didn't mix. Then it dawned on him. That wasn't Yuki's car at all. He felt his heart plummet through his chest. What other liberties had Yuki taken with Ryuichi?

As Ryuichi turned the handle to his apartment and flicked his lights on, it still felt dark. Something was different since last time Shuichi visited. Hold it- when was the last time he'd been here? Oh, right, this was his first time, silly billy. 'Ryu-chan is defiantly hiding something,' Shuichi thought. 'This can't be right.'

As soon as Ryuichi closed the door he disappeared. And two seconds later he reappeared wearing a completely different outfit with a half finished cigarette hanging form his lips. Ryuichi would defiantly be added to his list of suspected aliens.

"You again," stated the alien-Ryuichi.

"You're not Ryuichi," Shuichi said cautiously. "Ryuichi doesn't smoke," although it did look very appealing on him. Then alien-Ryuichi clapped his hands sarcastically and took off his sunglasses.

There were those eyes again.

"Hey-Hey-Hey," the alien said, referring to a popular Japanese trivia show. "You really are incredibly stupid."

Shuichi put his head down in embarrassment. Just because he tended to ignore certain aspects of life –mainly the negative ones- didn't mean he was stupid.

"That's no way to treat a guest, Kazuya," the real Ryuichi said while he was brushing his teeth. His perfect brown hair was up in a bandana and he was wearing a not-to-tight white t-shirt, but he kept the pants on. This was good because the pants looked very becoming on him. But if Shuichi was on him he'd be com- OH SWEET JESUS! What was he thinking? Not only was that a horrible pick-up line, but he was talking about Ryuichi.

'Stop it!' Shuichi mentally slapped himself. 'Now's not the time or place for that.' Then reality actually hit him. Why are there two Ryuichis? Shuichi's theory of aliens just seemed to confirm itself. Ryuichi had defiantly been cloned up in the dark recesses of space.

"Shuichi, are you okay? You're looking rather pale." A green slimy tentacle came slithering up Shuichi's arm.

"Aliens!" Shuichi screamed and fell over.

"Shuichi!" Ryuichi cried in alarm. He jumped over to help his friend up.

"Are you okay?"

"Huh?"

Shuichi looked at Ryuichi. "What?"

"You really do live on another plain of existence don't you?" This came from the alien-Ryuichi's mouth.

"Shut up, Kazuya. This doesn't usually happen, you know. If my friend's identical twin that I never knew existed just came up to me and said 'Hey, you're really stupid,' I'd probably freak out too," retorted Ryuichi.

Shuichi looked at them for a while and started to notice a difference. Alien-Ryuichi-apparently-called-Kazuya had different eyes. In fact, those eyes looked strangely familiar. Wait- wasn't that earlier today? Shuichi looked at normal Ryuichi, then at the alien/clone and said, "I don't get it."

"Oh fucking hell! A four-year-old could get it! Ryuichi, why do you hang around idiots like this?"

"Kazuya, once again, shut UP! He's already been through enough today and so have I. Go run into on-coming traffic!" yelled Ryuichi.

"What the fuck? You've been gone for a week and just come back like everything's okay. And to top it off, you bring this moron with you! UGH!" Kazuya exploded and stormed out of the room.

Ryuichi turned to his confused friend, "Sorry about that; Kazuya is a little defensive when he's worried. I told him I'd be here for dinner last week, but I never showed up." A sad smile appeared on his face.

"Who's Kazuya?" Shuichi asked, still not getting it. He still suspected that the extra terrestrial were behind this one.

"He's my twin brother, basically my best friend and stand in."

"Oh," was the only thing Shuichi managed to get out.

There definitely were some alien activities going on. 'Since when does Ryuichi Sakuma have a twin? Surely, I, his biggest fan, would know about this,' thought Shuichi.

"Yeah, he stands in for me when I want a day off, kind of like a stunt double. He usually does photo shoots. He's more photogenic."

"Well, that's not fair. I want a stunt double!" whined Shuichi.

"Hey, get your asses in here and get some food!" yelled the alien form the kitchen.

Ryuichi stood up and offered a thoroughly jealous Shuichi a hand and the pair proceeded to the kitchen. There had to be some way to get his own stunt double, right? Shuichi decided to figure it out later.

After dinner Shuichi decided to find out more about Kazuya.

"So, Ryuichi's your twin brother?" said Shuichi, just to confirm, because you never know.

"Yes, wasn't that already said?" It was. Shuichi was doing some serious alien look-out though. Kazuya was starting to get tired of how dull Shuichi was.

"And you stand in for him?"

"Yes."

"So, how many times have you seen me when I thought you were your brother?"

"Is that all you care about?" replied Kazuya. "You are a complete dolt. Yes, you've probably met me before, besides earlier today, but I don't care. I was looking for Ryuichi. Have you got it all now?"

"Sensory overload," Shuichi mumbled.

"What?" snapped Kazuya.

"I said sensory overload. It happens a lot. When I met Yuki's brother, Tatsuha. When I met Rage. Oh god, Rage. My life could be a sitcom."

"I love acting!" Ryuichi excitedly joined the conversation.

"My god, this just gets more brainless by the minute, doesn't it? Ryuichi, I will not act for you. It was bad enough to sing for you when you got a soar throat. People do not need to know I exist. I'm to down to earth for this shit. I'm going to be alone." Kazuya said broodingly as he walked casually out of the room.

"Um?"

"He gets that way," mumbled Ryuichi. "He worries that I can't take care of myself. I guess he has a valid reason though, I just got kidnapped, didn't I?"

Shuichi wasn't sure if he was ready to know what happened, so he changed the subject. He put his back on his friends back for comfort. That's what Hiro did when Shuichi was upset.

"I'm going to talk to Alien-Ryuichi," said Shuichi as he stood up.

"Tread lightly," Ryuichi warned. "He's tricky when he's mad na no da."

"I'll be fine."

Shuichi navigated his way down the hall, but had no clue which room was Kazuya's. He didn't want to be rude by just walking in or seem stupid by knocking on every door. He resorted to Marco-Polo.

"Marco!" Shuichi yelled gleefully. He waited a couple seconds for an answer, but none came.

"Marco!" He listened again. Finally he heard "Polo now shut the fuck up."

Shuichi poked his head into the second bedroom in the hall.

"Alien-Ryuichi?"

The room was semi-dark. There was a small lamp on in the corner. There was a bed against the far wall, a dresser by the door, a TV with video games and the last wall had just the closet.

"Nice room," said Shuichi.

The walls were plastered with pictures of Nittle Grasper, but not the pictures sold to the public. These were pictures of Ryuichi and Kazuya jamming with Tohma and Noriko. Pictures of parties, good times, Tohma's wedding, and concert dressing rooms. Every single one of them looked happy.

"Nice pictures," Shuichi commented.

"What do you want?" asked Kazuya. He looked slightly defeated. A defeated Ryuichi wasn't good, so Shuichi assumed a defeated Alien-Ryuichi was no good either. But it was just that, an assumption.

"I wanted to apologize for being an idiot," said Shuichi sincerely. "It was just shocking to find out that Ryuichi was a twin. I always thought I knew everything about Nittle Grasper. And Ryuichi Sakuma."

"Well, there's more to him than just the band," stated Kazuya.

"Yeah, I know. I learned that when we competed for songs."

"Look, if all you came to do was talk about your feelings, I'm going to ask you to leave."

"No, wait. I want to be friends. You seem like a good guy and we probably will be seeing a lot of each other, so it would be better not to be enemies. Let's start fresh. I'm Shindou Shuichi." He said holding out his hand.

Kazuya paused to consider this before taking Shuichi's hand. If Ryuichi was friends with him, why not at least try?

"I'm Sakuma Kazuya."

"Nice to meet you," replied Shuichi. "Now stop moping Sakuma-san. I want cake!"

Shuichi bounced once on Kazuya's bed, grabbed his wrist then began to literally drag him into the kitchen. And, in spite of it all, Kazuya smiled.

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