Summary:
In which Yuya, Yuto, and Yugo hang around in the ceiling and debate important matters. Characters: Yugo, Yuya, Yuto and Yusei.
He leaned forward, careful to keep his weight evenly distributed to avoid setting off any noises as he navigated the cramped space, icy blue eyes fixed determinedly on his quarry through the thin gaps in the grate.
"What are you doing?" A serious voice suddenly spoke up from behind him and he nearly plummeted through the ceiling in shock. Snapping his head backwards, he hissed in displeasure upon catching a glimpse of a frowning version of his own face behind him.
"Me?!" he retorted, "When did you even get up here?! And, oh my god, do you seriously have to follow me everywhere, Yuto?"
Yuto's dark eyes narrowed. "You should leave him alone. This obsession of yours is getting out of hand."
"I'm not obsessed!" He denied vehemently.
"What are you doing up here in the ceiling, then?" A new voice interjected, startling them both for a moment. There was a soft scraping sound as one of the grates beside them detached themselves and a tomato colored head popped into the narrow crawlspace. It was starting to get a little bit cramped up there.
"Yuya?!" The blue haired boy shrieked, but in a tense whisper, lest he alerted the entire building of his probably less than wholesome deeds. "Are you following me too?!"
"Nope, I've been here all day," Yuya admitted. Hiding from Sora and Yuri, he didn't add. "So what are you doing, Yugo?"
"He's spying," Yuto said distastefully, "On another agent."
"Shut up," Yugo insisted. "I'm not spying."
"Stalking, then?" Yuto suggested, raising a wry eyebrow.
"Shhhhhh," Yugo said suddenly and forced down their heads. "He's here!"
Down below, there was a small beep and the mechanical doors to the workshop slid open. A dark haired man with golden streaks through his hair wandered in nothing but a pair of loose pants and a towel draped around his shoulders. His faintly damp hair that was curling around his neck suggested a recent shower. The man made a beeline for his laptop and flipped it open, not bothering to pull on a shirt.
"You have a crush on Yusei?" Yuya whispered gleefully.
"Oh god, will you shut up!" Yugo hissed back, ears reddening. "It's not a crush, damnit!"
"He's been stalking him for days," Yuto sighed in a long suffering kind of way. "I've been telling him to just go talk to him."
"Shut up, it's not a crush and I am not stalking anyone!" Yugo let out a string of furious denials. "I... I just admire him as a senior agent!"
Yuya was shaking from the effort of holding in his laughter. "Yuto, why didn't you mention this before?!"
"'Cuz I said I'd punt his punk ass into a different dimension!" Yugo growled.
Silence filled the vent for a moment when they realized Yugo had neglected to moderate his voice that time. The three peered down again only to freeze when they saw that the subject of their discussion had stopped working and was now watching the vent with inscrutable blue eyes. The three of them eep'ed and ducked out of the way but it was already too late.
"Yuya, could you and your brothers to speak a little quieter?" Yusei requested, smiling apologetically. "The sound kind of carries... And, Yugo, right? You're more than welcome to visit in person if you need anything."
Yugo thought he would die of embarrassment.