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The Doc, The Freak And The Bishie	By : Kuroneko Category: Gravitation > Crossovers Views: 938 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Doc, The Freak And The Bishie
- 2-Chapter Two
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DISCLAIMER: Go back and read the first chapter. It's all there ^_^

--------Some time after Shuichi�s blood pressure returned to normal--------

Shuichi was browsing through the GameCube display of EB, a games store. Kay was busy haggling with the tired and impatient clerk, and they�d both had a brief scare when a passing Japanese girl with pink ribbons tied in her hair squealed in delight and fainted when she accidentally bumped into Shuichi. However, this was either unnoticed or ignored by the multitude of shoppers, and Kay had unceremoniously stuffed the unconscious girl into an empty rubbish bin to recover. As it was, this vacation wasn�t going too badly. Especially with that chance encounter with that mysterious man with the white hair and crimson earrings�.

Shuichi blushed as he realized he was thinking about him again. Thankful that Kay was too busy pistolwhipping the sales clerk to notice, he continued to look through the stack of video games.

He was so occupied with searching through the pile of software; he barely noticed the pale hand that had reached for the same copy of Serious Sam until they had both grabbed it. Shuichi looked up at him, and his heart skipped a beat. Was this�no, it wasn�t the white-haired man who�d helped him in the food court.

This man�s hair was cornflower-blonde, with thick streaks of white running through. It was long too, nearly reaching the back of his knees. He was very slender too, definitely very feminine. Shuichi made a mental note to thank every deity in existence that Rage wasn�t here with him; otherwise she�d definitely drool over, stalk and probably rape this pretty stranger.

�I�m sorry, do you mean to buy this?� the man asked in a quiet voice.

Shuichi waved his hand dismissively. �Oh no, it doesn�t matter. I�m only browsing anyway.�

The man brushed his hair out of his eyes. They were an odd sort of murky greeny-grey. �In any case, please, accept my apologies.�

�What do you mean, you don�t stock Pokemon cards?! What kinda shop are you running here anyway?!�

Shuichi didn�t even turn around. �And I must apologize for my associate�s poor ��

SCHWINNNG!!

This time Shuichi did turn around, and his jaw fell open in surprise. The elegant stranger had pulled a half-moon katana out of thin air and had the edge pressed against the clerk�s throat.

�I never thought you to be such an inadequate shopkeeper David,� he said lazily as the clerk stared in numb terror. �I know you keep the Pokemon cards under the desk. Get them. Now.�

The clerk, trembling and blubbering in terror, reached under the desk and came back up with a medium-sized brown box. He upturned it over the counter, spilling the brightly-wrapped contents everywhere, and then ran out of the store screaming and yelling.

�Yaaaaay!!!� Kay happily began stuffing as many card packs into his pockets as possible. �I love it when you do that!�
�Well, I always try to help a friend in need,� the man said sardonically, sliding the katana into a sheath with a scratching sound.

Shuichi blinked in astonishment. �Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. This is your friend?�

Kay threw an arm around the stranger�s shoulder. �Yep! This here�s my pal Aiko! He�s the most twisted, perverted, sadistic and all-round weirdest person in the entire country!�

Aiko glared at Kay. �A-hem��

�Oh yes, and the coolest as well.�

�Thank you.�

Shuichi shrugged. He�d met worse. �Um yeah, hi. I�m Shuichi Shindou. Nice to meet you.�

�Likewise,� Aiko said, holding out one slender hand for him to shake. Shuichi fought back a shudder, as Aiko�s flesh was very cold and clammy. Like shaking hands with a dead fish. Shuichi frowned and resumed his browsing.

�So how long are you staying for?� Aiko was asking Kay.

�Only a couple of days,� Kay said. �Just enough time for Shuichi to relax a little.�

At this rate, I�ll be lucky to leave before my ninety-third birthday, Shuichi thought darkly. He scratched at the back of his head angrily.

�Oh yes, I didn�t tell you, did I?� Aiko was saying.

�Tell me what?�

�I�ve got someone I want you to meet.�

Shuichi heard the ineloquent spin the word �someone� and wondered what was going on. Maybe he was married. That sounded about right. Maybe Aiko�s wife was as crazy as her husband and Kay put together. Or maybe not. Maybe she was a nice, sweet girl, nice enough to understand and keep the two guys busy long enough for him to sneak off to the airport�

�And here he is now,� Aiko said, stepping to one side to let someone through. �Kay, I want you to meet my boyfriend, Muraki Kazutaka.�

So he was gay. Figures. Shuichi turned his head to look at the newcomer properly.

The man from the food court.

Muraki smiled. �Too late. We�ve already met, I�m afraid.�

Aiko pouted. �Aww! No fair!!� He stomped one foot dramatically. �When was this?�

�Not too long ago, actually,� Shuichi offered. He could feel heat rising in his face as he spoke. Damn. �I collapsed in the food court, and he helped me.�

�Yeah, that sounds about right. Always there to help,� Aiko said in a voice that was dripping with playful sarcasm.

�Well you know me, I never could resist a damsel in distress,� Muraki smiled.

Aiko snorted and threw his head back dramatically. �You dragons all think alike! It�s enough to make me sick!�

�Good.� Muraki stepped very close to him so they were eye-to-eye. �I have no problems with nursing you.�

Aiko grinned broadly. �Ooh, tempting offer, but I�m too restless. You know that. You couldn�t get me to stay in bed.�

�Oh, I have my ways,� Muraki said, a devil�s grin on his face.

�Alright, but no handcuffs this time,� Aiko laughed, stepping forwards and kissing him.

Kay flinched. �Whoa, you guys are really into each other, huh? I mean, really, wow.�

Muraki drew back. �Yeah, we�re head over heels alright.�

�Ass over ankles,� Aiko added.

�Only on Fridays, dear,� Muraki corrected him.

Shuichi blinked. He didn�t just hear that, did he? Not only were these two together but they were�no, wait. Shuichi shook his head vigorously for a second or two. Don�t go there. Don�t even think about it.

�Listen, I really hate to cut this splendid little reunion short, but we have things to do, he and I,� Aiko said, leaning back and forth on the balls of his feet. �Things to buy, places to go, buildings to blow up. You know how it is.�

�Heh heh heh� don�t remind me,� Kay grinned, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

�We�re having a bit of a get-together later this evening though, might you join us?� Muraki asked. �A couple of our friends will be joining us as well, one of which Aiko tells me you know.�

Kay�s eyes glittered. �Don�t tell me��

�Aye,� Aiko confirmed, �Shingami. She�s coming tonight. Have we persuaded you?�

Kay�s eyes were filled with tears as he raised his clenched fist to the sky. �Yes!! Oh, but to see her again, to hear her beautiful voice, to hold her close to me tight in my arms� wait for me, my beloved Wen-chan!!�

Shuichi snorted, suppressing a smile. Aiko was giggling maniacally and covering his mouth with his hands, and Muraki was smiling and slowly shaking his head.

�Wen-chan, huh?� Aiko managed to say right before collapsing in a fit of laughter.

Kay�s face had turned bright red. �Um, well, that is to say, but, you know, Wendy��

�Oh, we know her,� Muraki smiled. �And she definitely remembers you, too.�

Kay�s expression became hopeful again. �She does?�

Aiko ceased giggling and picked himself off the ground. He began to nonchalantly pick at his fingernails. �Oh, yes. Sometimes we even have to pry the knife out of her hands.�

Kay whistled and began to jump up and down on the spot. �Yes!! Woohoo!! She still loves me! She still loves me!�

�Do you think now would be a good time to tell him?� Aiko whispered in Muraki�s ear.

�A good time yes, but not nearly as much fun,� Muraki whispered back, deliberately biting Aiko�s earlobe.

�Hmm. Point.�

Kay finally calmed down after a while and stopped punching the air enthusiastically. �So Ai-chan, when and where?�

Aiko steepled his fingers and then folded them into a ninjitsu sign. �Our place, from six thirty until twelve or you pass out on the rug in a drunken stupor, whichever comes first.�

Maybe this won�t be so bad after all, Shuichi grinned to himself. A late night drinking session with the gorgeous Muraki could be just what the doctor ordered. In any case, shaving off one of Kay�s eyebrows while he�s in an inebriated sleep would certainly make him feel a lot better.

�Hmmm, sounds good,� Kay said. �But what�s the address, so we know where to go?�

�I have a better idea,� Aiko replied. �Why don�t you give us your address, and we�ll come and get you?�

Kay shrugged and pulled a notepad and pen out of his pocket. He began scribbling down the address of the hotel that he and Shuichi were staying at. �Alcohol, food, friends and firearms. Just like the old days, hey?�

�Especially in the alcohol and firearms department,� Aiko joked. �I remember you used to drink so much you couldn�t hold your gun steady.�

�Look who�s talking,� Kay retorted as he handed Aiko the notepad. �You�d get so hammered all you could do was giggle and fall over. Not to mention your tendency to think that the TV was alive and conspiring against you.�

�I noticed you also forgot our inclination to climb onto the roof and take turns throwing empty bottles at passing traffic,� Aiko said sternly. �Or how you used to try and shoot every dog, cat and bird within sight while we were up there.�

�Or how you used to sing �I Wish I Was A Lesbian� and �Uses Of The Internet� at the top of your voice while I was doing it,� Kay scowled.

�Ahhh, good times!!�

�So wonderful!!�

Kay and Aiko leapt into each others arms, bawling their heads off like a couple of idiots.

�It�s a shame they had to end!!�

�Life was good!�

�Promise me Kay that we�ll never forget the good days again!!�

�I pro-o-omise!!�

The two sank to their knees in each other�s arms screaming and wailing. Shuichi sighed and turned to face Muraki, who was smiling at the miserable pair and shaking his head in amusement.

�Does he do this often?� Shuichi asked him. �I mean, screaming and blubbering like a baby?�

�Not very often,� Muraki replied. �Usually only when he remembers the stuff he and Kay used to get up to.�

Shuichi flinched. �I don�t wanna know.�

�I wasn�t going to tell you,� Muraki smiled. �They spent a lot of time together, those two. They took mercenary jobs as a duo. I really don�t know any more than that.�

Shuichi looked down at the howling pair. �Well, what do you suggest we do in the meantime?�

Muraki turned away. �I suggest we browse. This could take a while.� He walked over to one of the shelves and began leafing through copies of The Masquerade and Persona.

Shuichi sighed again and picked up the copy of Serious Sam again and tried to ignore the crying couple on the floor. Well, at least I have this evening to look forward to.

--------Some time later that evening--------

�You do know that the point of this little vacation is to RELAX, don�t you?� Kay said exasperatedly as Shuichi typed on his laptop. �I mean, you can�t be writing new songs all the time.�

�Yeah? Just watch me,� Shuichi retorted, dragging another rhythm into the timeline on his computer screen. He grabbed a couple of barbecue chips from an open packet sitting nearby and ate them as he clicked the Play button. A sweet, silky melody started playing through the large headphones Shuichi was wearing.

�And another thing. Quit eating!� Kay held up a stern finger. �Or you�ll rot your lovely white teeth. Besides, we�re having dinner at Aiko�s, remember?�

�For God�s sake Kay, it�s a packet of chips,� Shuichi groaned.

�Yeah! Your third one today!�

Exasperated, Shuichi ripped out his headphones and hit Save And Shutdown on the laptop. He crumpled up the half-empty chip packet and bounced it off Kay�s forehead. �Problem solved. Happy now?�

�Yes!� Kay began prancing about on one foot, then the other. �I�m delirious, mad with joy!�

Shuichi resisted the urge to clap his hand over his eyes. �Right, well then while you�re busy practicing for your Riverdance audition, I�m gonna go get changed.�

�Okay!� Kay called as Shuichi left the room, still dancing. �Let me know if you need any help, all right?�

�I seriously doubt you could help me at the moment,� Shuichi muttered. �Unless you have Muraki�s cell phone number.�

�Huh?� Kay paused. �You say something, Shuichi?�

�No, nothing at all,� Shuichi said hurriedly, quickening his pace and giving himself a solid mental kick in the ass.

He reached his room and closed the door. As an afterthought, he locked it and pushed his bed against it. There, that oughta do it. Now then, what to wear....

Shuichi rubbed the side of his neck distractedly. Maybe something casual, like a plain shirt and jeans, or something more formal? A tux or something?

Shuichi frowned and shook his head. He hated being panicky; it clouded his judgement. Formal was out of the question. It was a dinner at Muraki and Aiko�s place, not a frickin� charity ball.

Hmmm. That only left casual. Shuichi riffled through the heap of unsorted clean clothes on his bed, trying to find something suitable. After several minutes of frustrated searching, he settled on a pair of tight black denim jeans and a flowing short-sleeved shirt colored in red and charcoal gray. He also put a bracelet on each wrist; the pair were made out of magnetic black onyx. Shuichi felt a little guilty wearing them; they were a gift from Yuki. Considering he was trying to impress another guy, Shuichi felt a little awkward wearing them. He shook it off. As of late, Yuki had been somewhat of a prick anyway. Besides, it wasn�t as if Yuki had always been exactly squeaky-clean in all of his relationships.

What the hell. Shuichi gave himself a once-over in the mirror and smiled in satisfaction. Not bad. Not bad at all.

There was a loud bang as Kay tried to open the door and it hit the side of the bed. �Wha...? Dammit Shuichi, what did I say about barricading the goddamn doors?�

�Shit, I thought I locked that,� Shuichi muttered, accidentally saying it loudly enough that Kay heard him.

�You did. There is such a thing as lockpicks, you know.� There was some more thumping as Kay unsuccessfully tried to force the door open. �C�mon Shuichi, give me a break.�

�Not gonna happen,� Shuichi retorted. �You�re not getting in here.�

There was a brief silence.

�I�ll take that as a challenge.�

There was a deafening explosion and Shuichi instinctively shut his eyes and covered his ears as blast after blast ricocheted off the walls.

The explosions ceased after a few moments. Shuichi cautiously stood up and opened his eyes.

Kay daintily stepped through the wreckage of the door and Shuichi�s bed. He stood in the middle of the wrecked furniture and slid his Magnum back into its holster. �It�s time to go,� he said calmly. �They�re here.�

Shuichi just stared at Kay in dumbfounded disbelief. �Please tell me you didn�t just obliterate my bed and half of my clothes.�

�I didn�t just obliterate your bed and half of your clothes. Can we go now?�

Without waiting, Kay turned around and left the room. Shuichi sighed and carefully stepped around the wreckage of his room and out the door.

In the lounge room, Aiko and Muraki were seated. Muraki was patiently drinking a cup of coffee and Aiko, much to Shuichi�s horror and amazement, was juggling kitchen knives.

�Ah, Shuichi.� Muraki set his cup down on its saucer and smiled. �Are you ready to go?�

Shuichi didn�t answer. Muraki looked absolutely stunning. Instead of the bizarre white overcoat he was wearing earlier, he was dressed in a white three-piece suit, complete with black tie and gold cuff links. His shirt was a dark lavender, making him seem even paler.

�Umm, Shuichi?� Kay waved his hand in front of Shuichi�s face. �Yoo-hoo, anybody home?�

He snapped his fingers a few times, then after a few moments of careful consideration, gave him a wet willy. No reaction.

�Great,� Kay sighed. �Shuichi�s gone bye-bye. HEY! SHUICHI! SNAP OUT OF IT!!�

This also failed to have any effect. Shuichi continued to stare blankly at Muraki. A thin film of drool began to ooze down the side of his chin. Kay sighed and headed down the corridor and out of sight.

�Well I don�t know about you, but he�s creeping me out,� Aiko said, tossing his head back against the sofa. He juggled the knives a few more times, then held his hands out palms up and fingers spread, and caught the falling blades between his fingers and neatly lined them up on the table. �Any ideas?�

�My vote is we shave off one of his eyebrows,� Kay declared, reappearing with a toiletries bag. He unzipped it and pulled out a straight razor. �Or we could always change his gender.�

THWOCK!

Kay slowly turned around, eyes wide. Quivering in the wall behind him were two knives; one neatly impaling the razor, the other the toiletries bag.

�You will do no such thing,� Aiko and Muraki said together, both lowering their hands from identical throwing stances.
Kay�s eyes rolled up back into his head and he fainted, falling over backwards. On the way down, he caught his head on the coffee table with a wet thwack, which seemed to snap Shuichi out of it.

�Okay, ready to go?� Aiko smiled.

Shuichi rubbed the back of his neck in confusion. �Uhhh, sure, I guess.� He turned around and noticed Kay, who was still out of it and grinning maniacally at the ceiling. �Wow, what�s with him?�

�Who cares?� Aiko said dismissively.

�Maybe he just likes ceiling fans,� Muraki offered. �Well, I�d say it�s high time we...�

Shuichi wrinkled his nose. �Eww, what�s that?�

They all looked at Kay. There was a dark circle on his jeans, and it was spreading.

�That�s it, I�m waiting in the car,� Aiko said, quickly getting up and leaving the room.

--------Right after Kay awoke and ran down the hallway crying--------

�All righty then, is everybody buckled up?� Aiko gave a devil�s smile and thumped the side of the steering wheel. �Are we ready to go?�

�Yeah yeah yeah, let�s get this show on the road,� Kay said, impatiently hanging his head out of the passenger side window of the gargantuan black four-wheel drive.

Shuichi sat in the backseat, taken aback by the interior of the car. Black leather, black carpeting, even black window tint. Aiko and Muraki certainly had a theme going.

Well I�ll be. I�m riding in a hearse. Shuichi�s glumness was displaced for a moment however, as he looked at Muraki sitting on the opposite side, thoughtfully poring over a handful of papers in his right hand and sucking on a cigarette languidly. In the combined light of the gleaming full moon and the burning orange glow from the tip of his cigarette, Muraki looked....strange. His pale skin glimmered and his hair twirled and danced about his face, caught in a gentle breeze coming in through the open window from the sultry night air. The way the light played with his hair and reflected onto his face in a thousand different ways....Muraki looked almost angelic. He was so beautiful. Shuichi swallowed hard and hoped he wouldn�t have a nosebleed.

�Well then shall we be off, my dear?� Muraki asked, not looking up from his papers.

Shuichi stifled a gasp; when Muraki had spoken it had been like watching a marble statue come to life. It had damn near scared him half to death. How was it Muraki seemed so deathlike and gaunt and yet so brimming with energy?

Shuichi shrugged. Oh well. There�s lots of things I don�t know, after all.

�We shall,� Aiko declared. �Kay, my sweet?�

�Yes, dearest?� Kay replied, bowing mockingly in his seat.

�There�s a packet of Minties in the glove compartment. Get them, please.�

Kay shrugged and punched the front of the compartment. It fell open, the Minties falling into his lap, whereupon Kay slammed the door closed again. �Here you are. What are they for?�

�Not for, my sweet, for whom,� Aiko replied. �Who�s sitting behind me?�

�Me,� Shuichi said lightly.

Aiko turned around in his seat to face Shuichi. �There should be a pair of gloves under your seat, if you�d be so good as to pass them to me?�

Shuichi blinked and stuck his hand under the seat as requested. His hands closed on something hard and smooth; and he brought it up for inspection.

Aiko chuckled, a faint blush rising in his cheeks. �Oh dear, however did that get in here?�

�My fault,� Muraki said, duly raising one hand as if he were in class, still not looking up from his papers.

Shuichi didn�t need to look at the cylindrical object in his hand to know what it was. Suppressing a shudder at what he�d just touched, Shuichi tossed it over his shoulder into the rear of the car and tried again.

This time he was successful, bringing out a pair of black leather gloves, the interiors lined with black fur. He passed them to Aiko, still not able to get the thought of the shiny white vibrator out of his mind.

�So then who are these things for?� Kay persisted, jiggling the bag.

�For yourself and Shuichi,� Aiko replied, snapping on the gloves. He reached up into the sun visor and pulled down an evil-looking pair of yellow-tinted sunglasses and putting them on. �You�ll have want for them, trust me.�

Kay raised an eyebrow. �Huh? What are you - �

He was cut off as the car suddenly shot forwards with a screech and thundered down the crowded nighttime street, the streetlamps flashing past one after another.

Shuichi held onto his seatbelt for dear life as Kay screamed like a woman at the top of his lungs and Aiko cackled insanely as he jerked left and right on the steering wheel. Muraki seemed unperturbed; calmly reading through the sheets of paper he held in his hand, occasionally leaning to one side as Aiko careened around corners and swerved in and out of oncoming traffic.
�Oh God,� Kay groaned, �I think I�m gonna - �

He plunged his head outside the window as his whole body convulsed. Shuichi heard splattering noises and what sounded like people screaming.

�Now don�t you wish you�d listened to me?� Aiko said tranquilly, not taking his eyes off the road.

Kay hauled his head back inside the car. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand and tore open the bag of Minties, stuffing as many of them as possible into his mouth and then tossing the half-empty bag over his shoulder into the backseat.

�You should take a couple as well.�

Shuichi turned in his seat. Muraki was looking at him and smiling. He�d put the papers down and the cigarette had vanished. �Aiko�s driving is a little...erratic. You should take a couple of them; they help combat motion sickness. In your current state, a bout of motion sickness would mean trouble, I�m afraid.�

Shuichi blinked a few times, then shook his head to snap himself out of it. �Okay, thanks.�

He took a couple of Minties from the bag that was resting in the center of the backseat, unwrapped them and popped them both in his mouth.

Instantly a near-overpowering taste of mint flooded Shuichi�s mouth. Hmmmm. They did help. He relaxed slightly and allowed himself to fall backwards into the seat. The seats were actually pretty comfy. Come to think of it, Aiko�s driving was rather relaxing. Kind of like being on a train or a ship.

Shuichi sighed in contentment and snuggled deeper into the seat; looking out of the window and watching the night sky flash past and pedestrians yell and leap out of the way.

Aiko let out a devilish laugh. �Almost there, hang on!�

The way he said �hang on� made something inside Shuichi shrivel up. He leaned to the left and looked out through the windshield.

They were approaching an intersection. And the lights were red.

�Oh God please no...� Kay moaned.

Aiko laughed. �Here we go-o-o-o!!�

Shuichi found he couldn�t force himself to close his eyes. He had to watch as Aiko jerked hard on the wheel less than a split-second away from entering the intersection, spinning the car in a wild three-sixty that seemed to go on forever.

Shuichi quickly looked down so he wouldn�t get dizzy. He started counting the Minties that had fallen into his lap to maintain his focus as the car continued to revolve.

Suddenly all the Minties flew upwards, several of them striking Shuichi in the face. Shuichi looked up at the Minties clinging motionless to the ceiling, and was overcome with dread. He looked out of the windshield.

The night sky was as dark and beautiful as ever. Only now it seemed as if they were driving in an endless sea of black sky and stars. Above them was street-lit sidewalk and people pointing downwards at them in shock and amazement.

Aiko was giggling obsessively as Kay screamed in an uncontrollable fit.

�You�ve blown it all sky-y-y high-h-h,� he sang, bursting into laughter and drumming on the steering wheel.

Shuichi sat there, feeling all of the blood rushing to his head. He felt a panic attack coming on. Hey, given the situation, he deserved one, right?

He took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. Okay, so you�re upside-down in an unmarked car and flying through the air at a speed of a hundred and twenty kilometers an hour or more. Nothing to worry about. I�m sure I can handle this without shrieking like a baby.

He looked out of the window again. The sky of road and dirt seemed to be getting closer.

On second thoughts, fuck it.

�GYAAAAH-HA-HAAAAAA!! I�M TOO FUCKING YOUNG TO DIEEEE!!�

�Hmmm? You say something, Shuichi?� Aiko asked from the front seat. He leaned on the gas and sharply twisted the steering wheel to the right. Shuichi�s stomach flipped over, and so did the sky.

They landed with a jolt on the road and kept going, without losing any speed. Shuichi looked around frantically; the world seemed to be spinning before his eyes, but yes, they were on solid ground again.

�Jesus Christ, are you fucking trying to kill us?!� Kay screamed at Aiko.

�No my child, I am not,� Aiko said serenely, without looking away from the road. �And please, call me Aiko.�

Shuichi turned to look at Muraki. He was sitting there, motionless again. Only the constant glow from the tip of his cigarette indicated he was still breathing. He was casually drumming his fingers on the armrest built into the door and humming a tune that sounded suspiciously like that Danger Zone song from Top Gun.

The car suddenly jerked to the right, smashing through a low wooden fence and zooming into an abandoned playground. Aiko lined the car up with a massive dirt hill made by local stunt-jumping enthusiasts and floored the gas pedal.

�You�ve got to be fucking kidding me,� Kay said incredulously with one eyebrow raised as they sped towards the dirt jump. �Oh please no, I�m begging you here - �

They hit the base of the jump, and shot upwards towards the edge. They cleared it and flew upwards into the air. The car went higher, higher, until Shuichi looked out of the window and felt the bile rise into his mouth as he realized they were at least four stories high. Below them the many lights of many suburban homes flickered as the car flew through the air.

�Up through the air, I fly...� Aiko was singing.

�Jesus Christ, will you SHUT THE FUCK UP?!�

Shuichi swallowed. All of a sudden, it felt as if they weren�t going any higher. He looked out of the window. Indeed, they weren�t going any higher. In fact, they seemed to be descending.

�Waaaaah-ha-haaaa!!� Kay bawled as the car plummeted downwards. Shuichi shut his eyes and braced himself. Inwardly he laughed as he pictured Rage�s disbelieving face. �What do you mean, dropped out of the sky? What kind of idiot do you take me for?�

There was a massive craa-ack, and a jolt, and then everything was still. Shuichi opened one eye and looked around cautiously.
They had landed perfectly on a large concrete driveway. Shuichi looked through the front of the car and realized their landing wasn�t quite as perfect after all. The falling car had crushed the front metre or so of somebody�s garage. Shuichi easily pictured the metal roll-a-door and wooden siding crushed to matchwood beneath the miraculously-unscathed vehicle.

Aiko looked around, and then punched the steering wheel in annoyance. �God damn it! That�s the third time I�ve done that this week!!� He angrily got out of the car and slammed the door.

�Holy fuck...� Kay opened his door and tottered out drunkenly, before collapsing onto the lawn and not moving.

�Well, at least we�re at the right house this time,� Muraki said lightly, undoing his seatbelt. �Come on Shuichi. We�re here.�

Author's Note:

I apologize for the lack of hot and steamy sex. It is with much embarrassment I must admit that despite reviewing H-games for as long as I have, this is my first fanfic, and I seem to be unable to think such dirty, dirty thoughts (and share them with the world ^_~). I am trying.... the many references should show that ^_^ so don't give up, I have a nice yummy scene regarding Muraki and Shuichi coming up, and maybe I'll throw Aiko into it as well.... so stick around! I promise not to disappoint *maniacal laughter*
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