WOOHOO, LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD! I'm going to try to update this often because I actually have a really long and good plot for this story which should take a while to complete! Review follow and favourite for a happy author and a happy author = frequent updates!


The next day had been as idly spent as the last, no event happening and the nature of the house finding a peaceful balance. The kids were on a week break and the weather was drab, keeping all of them confined. Yet none of them seemed to mind, instead spending their days lounging around the house and making conversation, completely oblivious to the author living in his office. Shigure would sit there, day in day out and type up his work, if not, gnawing on the end of a pen and demanding inspiration from his brain as a way to distract himself from what was sure to come.

And when it did come, all hell broke loose...

It started on a Friday morning. The trio of teenagers had awakened and wondered down the stairs and into the kitchen where Tohru had mad breakfast with the drowsy help of Kyo. They had eaten in something that resembled silence, nothing but the quiet patter of rain and the sporadic remark from one of the three. They seemed content with the limited interaction; they were all exhausted from the exams they'd been subjected to up until the very last day of school and were now determined to spend their week slowly building up a reserve of energy that they'd need to return to school. None of them had noticed the lack of their older cousin's presence, not even dear Tohru who was always so concerned about the smallest things. It was only when the doorbell had impatiently rung several times and they'd been greeted by a group of young men (maybe mid-twenties), did their confusion toward their guardians whereabouts arise.

They'd walked around the house and yelled while Yuki had waited with the men.

When they'd found him, sprawled out across his desk and dramatically crying, Kyo had dragged him to his room to get dressed and deal with the annoying men downstairs.

Which is exactly what he had done. He'd strolled down the stairs and into the room like it was nobody's business while the trio retreated to their separate rooms. It was only hours later, when they'd heard the unmistakeable opening and closing of the front door did they finally saunter downstairs to interrogate their cousin while Tohru started on dinner.

Except that's not how it went.

As they descended the steps and started to walk towards the kitchen, they saw something that stopped them all in their tracks.

Because there was Shigure, standing on his tiptoes with his arms thrown over a man's shoulders. His eyes seemed to have fluttered shut and their lips were blatantly connected, both of their heads softly turned at an angle for better access. However, the most shocking thing to see was that the taller man had one hand wrapped around the slim waist and the other tightly gripping their cousin's ass, visibly squeezing it.

Kyo was the first to react. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" he yelled, storming down the remainder of the steps and tugging his cousin back by the collar of his kimono.

And maybe it was because he was pulled so hard and maybe it was because he was so startled that he fell to the floor, landing on his butt.

"Owwww... Why'd you do that?" He complained, looking up in confusion.

Kyo moved to stand over him and glare. "What do you mean why'd I do that!? Nobody wants to come downstairs to you being groped while you eat some guy's face." He made a point to look behind him and momentarily glower at the man who had started laughing at the display.

"Okay, let me explain," Shigure said standing up, rubbing the back and laughing. They all looked at him in silent expectation, even Tohru and Yuki who stood at the bottom of the stairs. But they weren't gifted with a reply. Just a rush of air as Shigure dashed past and down the corridor where he locked his bedroom door and left four people standing awkwardly outside to clean up his mess.