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It's just a little crush
Not like I faint every time we touch
It's just some little thing
Not like everything I do, depends on you

-Crush, Jennifer Paige

In Spite Of It All

Crush

After cake they all decided to go to the hotel that Shuichi was staying at, but them Ryuichi remembered he had to go to a signing.

"Well, let me get changed and pack some clothed, then we'll go to you house, na no da!" Ryuichi said gleefully.

"Okay," Shuichi agreed. "I'll just wait over here."

He went and sat on the couch while Ryuichi and his alien brother were getting ready. It was silently assumed by Shuichi that Kazuya would go to the signing and Ryuichi would go with Shuichi to the hotel. It was a shame because Kazuya was really pretty. Shuichi knew that his twin brother was a good friend of his, but they had their differences. Kazuya's eyes were the dead give-away, except Shuichi noticed that Kazuya had a slightly slimmer build. This was probably because of all that American food Ryuichi had been eating when the singer-turned-actor made a movie there.

"Finished!" sang Ryuichi. "Let's go!"

The other twin walked out of the room he had entered earlier. Shuichi noticed something; both were wearing sunglasses. This formed a sort of problem, but he trusted Ryuichi.

Shuichi helped his friend with his bags. There were only a couple, so it wasn't that hard. Shuichi was still wearing his suit, but Ryuichi had changed into a "tacky tourist" outfit. You know, with the shades, Hawaiian print shirt, khaki shorts and of course, sandals with socks.

Once they got into the hotel room, Shuichi decided he should start looking for a real place. Since it was a hotel, there were only two rooms; the sleeping room and the bathroom. There were two beds which came as a sort of relief to Shuichi. The pair each took their own bed and collapsed onto it.

Once they had relaxed a little, Ryuichi took off his sunglasses. Those eyes.

"You aren't Ryuichi," Shuichi said to himself more than anyone else.

"Look, I don't want to have to go through this conversation again," Kazuya said in a harsh tone. "Ryuichi just got back form America. His movie is very popular and people want autographs. It was would be rude of me to go and sign for him, wouldn't it?"

He made a good point.

"Plus he'll be coming back here tomorrow morning," he added.

Yes, his eyes were defiantly deeper that Ryuichi's and somehow sexier. They were and attractive chocolate brown. Now that Shuichi thought about it his lips were defiantly fuller. Very kissable. If he could just- WHAT THE HELL? This was RYUICHI SAKUMA'S twin brother! He couldn't do that to his friend, let alone his idol.

"Stop staring at me."

Oh shit. Shuichi looked away immediately. He didn't mean to look at the alien like that. He was an alien after all. It wasn't his fault he was mildly attractive. Shuichi blushed. Maybe mild was an understatement. Maybe Kazuya was really so-hot-he-could-look-at-water-and-make-it-boil-not-to-mention-the-hard-on-Shuichi-had-on-the-bus-or-the-way-he-looked-at-Shuichi-like-there-was-somehting-there-or-that-he-was-the-hottest-extra-terrestrial-ever-andall-Shuichi-wanted-to-do-right-now-was-take-him-in-the-back-room-with-about-four-litres-of-chocolate-sauce-and-a-bucket-of-ice-cubes-for-some-sweet-alien-lovin' type of attractive. Maybe that was over going it a little. Maybe he should think about something else before a certain part of his body would be over doing it a little.

"Do you want some dinner?" Shuichi asked trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"Sure," Kazuya replied. "I'm starving. What are you making?"

"What do you want?"

"Curry."

"Sounds good. Let's go."

"We're in a hotel. There isn't exactly a kitchen right here, but there's a restraint downstairs. I'll pay."

"Sounds like a date to me."

Shuichi blushed, "It's not! It's just that, you know you're staying here. I mean, that makes you my guest, of sorts and before we go: CHANGE! I'm not letting you out in public with that outfit on." Kazuya was still sporting the tacky tourist look.

"Whatever."

It was official. The best alien award went to Kazuya and it was driving Shuichi nuts. That was saying something too, because the other two aliens (Yuki and Tohma) were not bad looking themselves. So as you can see, it wasn't easy to get the award.

When Kazuya came out he was wearing a pair of dark wash jeans and a long-sleeve shirt that said something in English on it. Somehow this looked terrifyingly delicious on him.

"Shall we?"

"Let's."

By this time it was around seven o'clock. Why was this restraunt so… romantic? This was supposed to be a hotel! Hotels aren't romantic! Kazuya was right, it did seem like a date, but Shuichi shouldn't be going on dates because he didn't think getting over Yuki would be that easy. Not that Shuichi wasn't still mad at him, he was livid. He was just over him in the romantical scheme of things.

The waiter approached them with water and menus. Kazuya didn't even look at his. Shuichi looked for a couple of minutes and decided after a long day he wanted yakitori, rice and beer.

After dinner Shuichi flicked on the TV and sat on one of the beds. There wasn't anything on, so he put on the music channel and closed his eyes. It was Utada Hikaru. She was becoming very popular now, and she had the voice to back it up too. She was one artist Shuichi would never admit to liking ever in a million years. He had a reputation to keep up.

"So, you like Utada?"

"No." Yes.

"You know you're in my bed right?"

"Uh…" Yes, I am quite aware of that.

"Are you getting out anytime soon?"

"…" No.

"Well, I'll just have to make you get out!"

"No! You're bigger and scarier!" But very sexy.

"Point?"

"Have mercy?"

Kazuya jumped on the bed and hit Shuichi hard with a pillow. He retaliated by giving Kazuya a huge alien wedgey. The two men –if you could call them that- got tangled in a mess of limbs as both tried to take charge of the bed. Suddenly, a punch was thrown.

"OW!" cried Kazuya.

"Just kidding," Shuichi said sheepishly.

"Say that you're sorry!"

"Sorry," Shuichi said without much feeling at all.

"Like you mean it!"

"I'm very sorry Kazuya."

"Now, kiss it better."

"But I hit you in the mouth!"

"You heard what I said," Kazuya said fiercely. He could be scary when he wanted to. Shuichi collected his breath, 'Be still my beating heart,' he thought to himself. He leaned forward and closed his eyes. Then… SMACK!

"Owie! That was my face!"

"Now you know how it feels," Kazuya said stubbornly. "I can't believe you feel for that! HAHAHA!"

"I'm not talking to you anymore," said Shuichi childishly. He turned off the TV and the lights and climbed into his own bed.

"I win," he heard a proud voice come from the bed beside him.

"…" Bastard.

Shuichi woke up the next morning to Ryuichi shaking him rather violently.

"Shuichi! Wake up!"

"Uhnnnn," Shuichi groaned.

"Come on, Kumugoro and I want breakfast," whined Ryuichi.

"Noooo, I sleep," mumbled Shuichi.

Shuichi could hear some whispering, but tried his best to ignore it. He was just about asleep when he heard:

"TAG TEAM!" Ryuichi and Kazuya jumped on him. Shuichi lost all ability to breathe. He grabbed on to someone, but still managed to fall off the bed.

"Ouch!" he yelped.

He looked to see who he had grabbed and found Kazuya on top of him.

"Sor- sorry Kazuya," Shuichi mumbled and blushed wildly. Luckily, most of his face was covered in blankets and no one noticed.

Kazuya stood up and offered him a hand.

"Let's go get breakfast na no da!" exclaimed Ryuichi as he hopped to the door with Kumugoro.

"Okay, I just have to get dressed first," said Shuichi who was still sleepy despite the rough wake up call.

Ten minutes later they were having breakfast in the restaurant.

"Shuichi, I'm sorry I didn't come yesterday," said Ryuichi with a mouthful of eggs. "But Kumugoro was tired after the signing, so I went home."

"That's okay Ryu-chan. There wasn't enough space in the hotel room anyways. I mean there are only two beds," explained Shuichi.

"Yeah, well Kazuya and I would've shared a bed." Shuichi began to choke on his pancakes.

"Are you okay Shuichi?" Kazuya asked.

"Yep," Shuichi managed weakly. Luckily, his choking covered the fact that he was blushing and the table cloth covered the tent that decided to erect itself in his pants. Shuichi silently cursed himself. One twin in chocolate sauce is good enough, you don't need two.

After breakfast Shuichi was starting to think he needed a real apartment. So he picked up a newspaper and circled some possible places.

By the end of the day he had visited three apartments. Two that could actually work and one that definitely couldn't because he when he phoned his voice was immediately recognised (creepy) and his ears were violated with the sounds of shrieking fan girls. That is why you always phone in advance, kids.

When he got back to the hotel room he just wanted to sleep, but instead found two members of his Alien List drinking Vanilla Twist Vodka. ☆yum☆

"Shuichi!" Ryuichi yelled in delight. "Come join us. We got PIZZA!"

Shuichi closed the door to the room so the drunken twins didn't get them kicked out. As he was walking across the floor he stepped on at least two beer cans, so he figured they had been drinking for a while.

"Um," Shuichi hesitated. What he really wanted to do was sleep, but the amount of sound coming from the other two was going to prohibit that from happening. He decided on having a drink or two because, hell, he deserved one after being bombarded by those creepy stalker girls.

Ryuichi was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans, a loose button shirt that was slightly undone and, as usual, and a bandana in his hair.

Kazuya on the other hand was wearing a pair of baggy cargo pants, a tight fitting t-shirt and no bandana. The shirt was really horrible, in Shuichi's opinion, and should probably come off. Bad Shuichi, he thought. Stop these dirty, provoking things from popping into your gutter of a brain.

"Pass me a drink!" Shuichi cried merrily.

Half an hour later Shuichi was feeling pretty tipsy. He had had to play the "catch up game" because the twins started drinking about an hour earlier than him. Maybe if he wasn't in love with vodka or if he wasn't a light-weight he wouldn't be feeling so warm and fuzzy. He needed a hug form a hot boy, or a drink.

"Ryuichi, pass me another drink," Shuichi demanded trying as best he could not to slur his words together.

"You are so drunk," Kazuya said in shock at Shuichi, while he was clearly not all that sober himself.

"Hey, man. So are you," Shuichi pointed out while stumbling over toward Ryuichi for his next drink.

"Here you are."

"Thank you," Shuichi said with a huge grin plastered all over his face.

"I'm …uh... going to bed now," Ryuichi managed to get out. "You guys make your own drinks." And he flopped all over one of the beds.

"Well, I guess it's just us now," Kazuya pointed out. "And as it is so, you must share your drink with me. I am completely inept at mixing a good drink."

"Okay. Here." Kazuya took the drink and drank half of it.

"Your turn. Drink the rest. Let's get plastered!" Bottoms up, Shuichi thought, and downed the remainder of the drink.

Another forty-five minutes later they were playing rock-paper-scissors for shots.

"This is the last shot. After this let's play…um…. Ah, never mind, lost it," Kazuya said.

They stood up, yelled out "ROCK PAPER SCISSORS!" and just as Shuichi's rock shattered Kazuya's scissors, Shuichi fell over. They landed on the floor in a big drunken heap. That's when Shuichi realised he was right on top of Kazuya.

"Whoa, that was not expected," Kazuya said rubbing the back of his head. "Hey, you look different form this angle."

Shuichi batted his eyelashes. "Aren't I sexy?" And that's when it happened. Kazuya lifted his head and just as he was about to kiss Shuichi, he passed out cold.

Shuichi decided that looks are deceiving when he was dragging Kazuya onto the bed and rolling him on his side (as to protect him from all the adventures that could ensue if he threw up). Damn, he sure is heavy. Reminder to self: pass out first next time as taking care of drunken fools is no fun at all.

After that was settled, Shuichi put himself to bed and almost immediately fell into a dreamless sleep. If he weren't so drunk, he would have been laying awake in bed wondering what just happened. But he was drunk and slept right beside Kazuya in the same bed, in spite of it all.

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