Yukimura and Fuji were back in the coffee shop, with Fuji sipping hot chocolate and Yukimura staring at him intently. The shop was quiet, but it was an amiable sort of silence—both were remembering the horrified expression on Akaya's face when he walked out of the dressing room.

As if stealing the thought from Yukimura's head, Fuji said, "Remember Akaya's face when he came out of the closet?" He grinned. "Pun intended."

Yukimura laughed. "As a matter of fact, I do. It was amusing, wasn't it? Though I think you took it a step too far when you starting talking about how you ate Tezuka."

"Surely you know I didn't eat Tezuka."

"Of course." Yukimura waved the silly thought away. "I saw him only two days ago. But I don't think Akaya believed you. You don't look like a cannibal."

"Oh I wasn't going for that," Fuji assured. "That is, the cannibal image doesn't suit me. I was going for more of a psycho-just-escaped-the-mental-institution thing. And maybe a said-psycho-may-or-may-not-believe-he's-a-cannibal too."

Yukimura nodded. "I'd say you achieved that rather well."

Fuji smiled. "I know. But now that the photo shoot is over…"

"It's hardly a bad thing. If you ask me, it was quite entertaining."

"It was, but now it's over. What do we do next?"

"We?" Yukimura repeated, amused.

"Well, yes. It's been such a long time since I've had the chance to mess with anyone's head. You're not going to deny me the opportunity, are you?"

"I wouldn't dream of it." A bored Fuji was a dangerous Fuji, and usually that could be seen through his designs. A happy Fuji involved elegant, tasteful designs, and often his face on the cover of a fashion magazine. A bored Fuji involved gothic gowns, with attached pockets for hiding knives, guns, and poison. Boots were steel-toed and studded, and his shop took on the look of a haunted house—hence, a dangerous Fuji.

Dangerous Fuji also liked to mess with people's personal lives, and Yukimura would rather oversee his meddling than let it slip by him, unknown.

The two of them thought intently for a moment. Nothing came to mind, and Fuji reached for his hot chocolate again. Then, with a jolt, he placed it down.

Yukimura tilted his head to the side to prompt him.

Fuji's blue eyes flashed open. Yukimura had seen that look before.

Sometimes, Fuji's sanity ran away with his kindness (what little he had) and abandoned him for any period of time—from three seconds to three years. (Yuuta was still very mind-scarred.) This was one of those instances.

So in a way, Yukimura had expected it when Fuji said, "Threesome?"

Akaya fell face-first on the bed, while Marui watched with a faintly amused smile. "What happened this time?"

"You heard it during work," was the muffled reply. "Don't make me repeat it."

"Well, you screaming 'What the hell do you mean by a foursome?' doesn't really tell me a whole lot." Marui pointed out. "I mean, 'foursome' isn't even a word."

Akaya sat up and gave him a pointed look. "What, your amazing genius and supreme talent in tennis can't figure it out?"

"It can," he admitted, "but I just want to hear you say it."

Akaya grimaced. "I give up."

". . .So are you gonna tell me or not?"

"Yukimura Seiichi wants to have a threesome."

"He promised you a threesome," Marui repeated.

"Wait, no, a foursome," Akaya corrected wearily. "Him, Sanada, and Fuji. Actually, he said it would technically be a fivesome, because Fuji ate his boyfriend and all…"

"…What?"

"A fivesome."

"Dude. You should so go."

He glared. "First of all, no." He paused. "That's it."

"Don't you still need to take embarrassing photos of Yukimura? You know Niou's not going to let you off 'till you do, right? I bet Yukimura has, like, twenty blackmail-worthy photos of you now." He cackled. "I can't wait to see that photo shoot you had…"

"I am not having a fivesome," he said flatly.

"Ready for our fivesome?" Yukimura trilled, opening the door to his mansion. Akaya feigned a smile and nodded.

"I'm sure it'll be an interesting experience," he said stiffly.

Okay, so when I get in, I just run to the bathroom and say I have to change, and then I climb out the window and run home. Okay. Okay. Deep breaths. Okay.

To Akaya's surprise, the room was filled with mini-celebrities.

"Hey, Eiji! Don't eat that!"

"But Oishi, it looks really chocolatey…"

"Echizen, you're such a rock."

"You sounded endearing, Saeki…"

"Why do you sound endearing? Why is this house so big? Why is Eiji trying to eat a bookshelf? Why? Why?"

"Fuji, what is the meaning of this?"

"Saa, didn't I eat you, Tezuka?"

". . . Excuse me?"

"Ore-sama demands a room separate from all these hooligans!"

"Sheesh, Atobe, why do you always have such a stick up your—"

"Shishido-san!"

"Eh? Akaya-kun?"

Akaya's head shot up. "Yagyuu-san? What're you doing here?"

A redhead with bright blue eyes bounced up to him. "You know Yagyuu, too? Hi, I'm Eiji. See, I just had to come because it's been forever since I've hung out with Fuji, so of course I invited Oishi, and Oishi didn't want anyone to feel left out so he invited O'chibi and the rest of the group. And Fuji wanted to invite Yuuta-chan, but Yuuta refused, and then Saeki heard about it so he came, too, and invited his colleagues, and somehow Atobe heard about it and once he was coming, he invited his friends too, although Choutaro-chan probably just came to make sure Shishido didn't kill anybody. Choutaro's the only one I can stand, because he's so nice and he's good at tennis and he could totally make it in the pro circuits, like me and Oishi and Sanada-chan and Yukimura-chan and everybody, but he'd rather do office work which is really weird because. . ."

Akaya watched Eiji ramble, feeling slightly nauseated.

"You don't mind, do you?" Yukimura's soft voice interrupted his reverie. "I couldn't turn all my friends down. You understand, don't you?"

No not really and I think you're really freaky for making me come here and can all these people even fit on a bed, damn it? "Um."

"It's a twenty-threesome now," Yukimura continued. "Which is really only eighteen more than we originally planned, right?"

Fuji walked over to him, eyes shining. "I don't think everybody can fit on a bed," he said, echoing Akaya's thoughts. "Maybe we should try the floor, instead."

"Oh, aren't they having a World's Biggest Bed exhibit downtown? Maybe we can talk the manager into letting us borrow it. It should be more than big enough."

"Don't worry, Yukimura. Let me do it, instead. The manager owes me a favor."

"Oh?"

"Yes. A few months ago, he got lost in a jungle and . . ."

Akaya didn't bother to listen to the rest of the conversation.

Sorry about the really late update. I got sidetracked with Russian Roulette, and writing the second chapter is taking me forever. This scene will be continued next week, because it doesn't quite end there, but it'd be really rushed if I tried to put it in this chapter, so yeah. Preview:

"What do you mean? I got the damn photos already, didn't I?"

"Language, Aka-chan. You're in too deep now, don't you see? Hey, I don't care if you ditch it now; I just needed the photos. But wouldn't you be breaking Yukimura's darling little heart if you left him?"

He could just hear the mockery in his boss's voice, and hated him—not for the first time—for being right. "Yeah, well…"

"Besides, what's the worst that could happen?"

"You don't want to know."