Role Reversal: Here We Go Again!
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Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,049
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Four - How to Drive Sakano Insane, and Don�t Fuck With the Babysitter!
Rin-chan: Konbanwa, minna-san! Welcome to the fourth chapter of "Here We Go Again!"
Kei-chan:Hope you enjoy this...
By the way... we don't own Gravitation! I think it would be pretty obvious if we did, because we wouldn't be writing fanfiction! Duh.
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Chapter Four - How to Drive Sakano Insane, and Don’t Fuck With the Babysitter!
Ryuichi sat behind Tohma’s desk, an amused smile on his face as he watched Sakano twitch. Tohma bounced around with Kumagorou, singing at the top of his lungs. He froze as he heard a familiar sound. He sprinted over to the window, looking up. “Ooh! It’s a swirly thing!”
He shoved the chair Ryuichi was sat in, propelling him across the room, and threw himself under the desk. “They’re comin’ for us! They found us, na no da! WAI!”
Ryuichi blinked for a second, before sighing. He walked over, crouching to look under the desk. Tohma’s hand shot out and grabbed Ryuichi’s jacket, pulling him under with him. They looked up when they heard a scream, and saw Sakano swinging from the ceiling fan by his tie. He had obviously planned to hang himself, but didn’t realise the fan would have to be off. So he desperately clutched his tie as he swung around like spinning top.
Sakano spun around faster, faster, faster, until he let go, crashing through the window with a terrified yell. He was grabbed around his waist by K, who was hanging by a rope from a helicopter. Once Sakano had been deposited on the roof, K secured his rope to the railing. He promptly began to abseil down the building. As he reached a point just above the window to Tohma’s office, he pushed with his feet, hard. A moment later, he swung through the window, landing with a battle cry.
He straightened up, pulling out his guns. “Well, looks like I’ll be the one looking after you little punks. I have only one thing to say… DON’T FUCK WITH THE BABYSITTER!” He laughed maniacally as he shot bullet holes into Tohma’s walls. Tohma wailed, clutching Kumagorou, and Ryuichi sighed.
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Some time after Yuki had finally got some
Shuichi sighed, trying not to hobble as he walked into an anime store. He made his way around, looking for his revenge. ‘I’ll teach that bastard for screwing my ass into the bed… sure I wasn’t complaining at the time, but now I can’t even fucking sit down!’
He stopped in his tracks as he saw the ultimate revenge. A slow, evil smirk crossed his face. He picked up the item, and noticed something beside it. He picked that up too, before hunting for more. When he walked out of the store a while later, he had a demonic glint in his eyes, and headed to the next store.
Some time later, everyone was gathered in Tohma’s office, with no idea why they were there. Shuichi bounced through the door with lots of bags, a gleefully evil smile on his face. Without a word, he began rummaging in the bags. He produced a mass of orange, and handed it to Tohma. “There you go, one Naruto costume.” Everyone stared, suddenly having a very bad feeling.
Shuichi pulled out more stuff, and handed to bundles to Hiro and Fujisaki. “For Hiro, a Soubi costume. For Fujisaki, a Ritsuka costume… oh, and you two have to pretend to be lovers for this.” The two blushed, before glaring at Shuichi. He ignored them, as he went to K and Tohma. “Ryuichi, yours is Tsuzuki. Be glad. K, you have the distinct pleasure of being Watari!” He grinned, shoving the costumes at them.
Ryuichi shook his head. “I cannot, it would be detrimental to my image as NG’s president.” K scowled at Shuichi.
“No. Way. In. HELL!” He was about to begin a huge rant, when Shuichi unleashed the full power of his ‘Yuki Glare’ like never before.
“You will wear them, or you will face dire consequences! K, if you refuse, I’ll steal one of your precious guns, shove it up your ass, and pull the fucking trigger! And once I’ve done that, I’ll do the same to you!” he said, spinning around and pointing at Ryuichi. They both reluctantly agreed, both fearing for their backsides.
A moment later, Shuichi shoved another bundle at Tatsuha. “For Tatsuha, a very apt Kakashi costume… you’re a huge pervert, just like him, so I think it suits you… and don’t think I don’t know that you read Icha Icha Paradise, too.” Tatsuha grinned, not at all ashamed.
And finally, he turned to Yuki. The demonic glint in his lover’s eyes did nothing to reassure Yuki, and he winced slightly. Shuichi pondered for a second. “Y’know, I could have gotten you a Muraki costume… he’s blonde, wears glasses, and is completely creepy. Hmm, oh well.” He proudly presented Yuki with his costume. “For Yuki… a Roy Mustang costume!”
Yuki sighed. ‘Well, it could have been a lot worse…’ He suddenly narrowed his eyes. “And who are you dressing up as, punk?” Shuichi grinned, and held up his costume.
“I’m gonna be Edward Elric! Hah! I’m the Fullmetal Alchemist, so that means I can kick all of your asses! Mwah ha ha!” Everyone tuned him out as he began laughing evilly. Eventually, he calmed down.
“Okay, there’s an anime convention in two days, so you’ll all have the chance to wear the costumes.” He smirked, ignoring the groans and swearing that came his way.
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At the anime convention
“Yuki, help meeeee!” Shuichi screeched as he sprinted away from a random Winry cosplayer who was determined to molest him. Yuki - or rather, Roy - shook his head, sighing. He crossed his arms, refusing to move. Shuichi, noticing that Yuki wasn’t doing a damn thing to help him, used his most evil secret weapon.
“Yuki if you don’t get your ass over here and help me right now, then I swear you will face dire consequences once again!” That got Yuki moving.
After terrifying the cosplayer and sending her off in tears, Yuki clamped his arms around Shuichi. ‘I am not going to face dire consequences again… no way!’
Suddenly, they heard a squeal, and turned to see a Yuiko cosplayer running towards Fujisaki. He squeaked, running in the opposite direction. Everyone laughed as the girl chased him around in circles. Fujisaki aimed a small rant at Hiro. “Hey! Get over here and help me, you masochistic child molester!” Hiro snorted rudely, but went over to help him anyway.
Ryuichi was infinitely amused, until yet another cosplayer appeared. Tohma, clutching Kumagorou still, began wailing in terror as a Hinata cosplayer tried to tackle him. His face darkened like a thundercloud, and he stormed over, grabbing the girl by her hair. He dragged her off of Tohma, who was cowering on the floor, and whispered something in her ear. No one could hear what he said, and didn’t want to know once she ran away in tears, screaming like she was being murdered.
Tohma sprang to his feet, and launched himself at Ryuichi, wrapping his arms and legs around him. Ryuichi ended up on the floor, on his back. The two stared at each other, not saying a word. Yuki noticed the stare, and cleared his throat loudly, earning an elbow in the ribs by Shuichi for ruining the ‘perfect moment’. He shrugged. He may not like his sister, but he didn’t think it was fair to let her husband molest someone else.
The two quickly got off of the floor, blushing slightly.
Shuichi and Tohma dragged them around various stalls, stocking up on manga, doujinshi, and random collectables. After a few hours, K had reached the end of his rope.
“That’s it! I’ve had enough of this bullshit! I’m getting the hell out of here, and I DARE you to try and stop me! MWAH HA HA!” He tried to get out his guns, struggling with the lab coat that made him Watari, and ended up falling on his ass. He growled angrily, death-glaring Shuichi for forcing the damn outfit on him. Shuichi gulped, sprinting away from K, and praying that he wouldn’t catch up.
K immediately jumped up, ripping his lab coat to shreds, and triumphantly waved his guns in random directions. He took off after Shuichi, swearing bloody murder. “I’LL GET YOU FOR THIS, YOU LITTLE BASTARD!”
Yuki rolled his eyes, leaning against a nearby wall. Everyone else stared after the crazy American running after a trail of smoke for a moment, before shrugging, resigned to waiting around until he had calmed down.
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A while later, K hauled Shuichi out of the convention by his ear literally. He threw him into the limo, and turned to aim his gun at the group behind him. “Get in the damn limo, NOW!” He yelled, scowling fiercely. “I am NOT in the mood for this shit!”
Everyone took a running dive to get into the limo, not wanting to suffer the wrath of K’s magnum. K huffed, deciding he would shoot one of them one day… after all, he could get away with it. Everyone flinched as his maniacal laugh echoed through their heads, and Shuichi cowered against Yuki, trying to literally crawl into his cosplay uniform with him.
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Rin-chan: Thank you for reading, and please review!
Kei-chan: Indeed! We love hearing what you have to say!
Kei-chan:Hope you enjoy this...
By the way... we don't own Gravitation! I think it would be pretty obvious if we did, because we wouldn't be writing fanfiction! Duh.
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Chapter Four - How to Drive Sakano Insane, and Don’t Fuck With the Babysitter!
Ryuichi sat behind Tohma’s desk, an amused smile on his face as he watched Sakano twitch. Tohma bounced around with Kumagorou, singing at the top of his lungs. He froze as he heard a familiar sound. He sprinted over to the window, looking up. “Ooh! It’s a swirly thing!”
He shoved the chair Ryuichi was sat in, propelling him across the room, and threw himself under the desk. “They’re comin’ for us! They found us, na no da! WAI!”
Ryuichi blinked for a second, before sighing. He walked over, crouching to look under the desk. Tohma’s hand shot out and grabbed Ryuichi’s jacket, pulling him under with him. They looked up when they heard a scream, and saw Sakano swinging from the ceiling fan by his tie. He had obviously planned to hang himself, but didn’t realise the fan would have to be off. So he desperately clutched his tie as he swung around like spinning top.
Sakano spun around faster, faster, faster, until he let go, crashing through the window with a terrified yell. He was grabbed around his waist by K, who was hanging by a rope from a helicopter. Once Sakano had been deposited on the roof, K secured his rope to the railing. He promptly began to abseil down the building. As he reached a point just above the window to Tohma’s office, he pushed with his feet, hard. A moment later, he swung through the window, landing with a battle cry.
He straightened up, pulling out his guns. “Well, looks like I’ll be the one looking after you little punks. I have only one thing to say… DON’T FUCK WITH THE BABYSITTER!” He laughed maniacally as he shot bullet holes into Tohma’s walls. Tohma wailed, clutching Kumagorou, and Ryuichi sighed.
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Some time after Yuki had finally got some
Shuichi sighed, trying not to hobble as he walked into an anime store. He made his way around, looking for his revenge. ‘I’ll teach that bastard for screwing my ass into the bed… sure I wasn’t complaining at the time, but now I can’t even fucking sit down!’
He stopped in his tracks as he saw the ultimate revenge. A slow, evil smirk crossed his face. He picked up the item, and noticed something beside it. He picked that up too, before hunting for more. When he walked out of the store a while later, he had a demonic glint in his eyes, and headed to the next store.
Some time later, everyone was gathered in Tohma’s office, with no idea why they were there. Shuichi bounced through the door with lots of bags, a gleefully evil smile on his face. Without a word, he began rummaging in the bags. He produced a mass of orange, and handed it to Tohma. “There you go, one Naruto costume.” Everyone stared, suddenly having a very bad feeling.
Shuichi pulled out more stuff, and handed to bundles to Hiro and Fujisaki. “For Hiro, a Soubi costume. For Fujisaki, a Ritsuka costume… oh, and you two have to pretend to be lovers for this.” The two blushed, before glaring at Shuichi. He ignored them, as he went to K and Tohma. “Ryuichi, yours is Tsuzuki. Be glad. K, you have the distinct pleasure of being Watari!” He grinned, shoving the costumes at them.
Ryuichi shook his head. “I cannot, it would be detrimental to my image as NG’s president.” K scowled at Shuichi.
“No. Way. In. HELL!” He was about to begin a huge rant, when Shuichi unleashed the full power of his ‘Yuki Glare’ like never before.
“You will wear them, or you will face dire consequences! K, if you refuse, I’ll steal one of your precious guns, shove it up your ass, and pull the fucking trigger! And once I’ve done that, I’ll do the same to you!” he said, spinning around and pointing at Ryuichi. They both reluctantly agreed, both fearing for their backsides.
A moment later, Shuichi shoved another bundle at Tatsuha. “For Tatsuha, a very apt Kakashi costume… you’re a huge pervert, just like him, so I think it suits you… and don’t think I don’t know that you read Icha Icha Paradise, too.” Tatsuha grinned, not at all ashamed.
And finally, he turned to Yuki. The demonic glint in his lover’s eyes did nothing to reassure Yuki, and he winced slightly. Shuichi pondered for a second. “Y’know, I could have gotten you a Muraki costume… he’s blonde, wears glasses, and is completely creepy. Hmm, oh well.” He proudly presented Yuki with his costume. “For Yuki… a Roy Mustang costume!”
Yuki sighed. ‘Well, it could have been a lot worse…’ He suddenly narrowed his eyes. “And who are you dressing up as, punk?” Shuichi grinned, and held up his costume.
“I’m gonna be Edward Elric! Hah! I’m the Fullmetal Alchemist, so that means I can kick all of your asses! Mwah ha ha!” Everyone tuned him out as he began laughing evilly. Eventually, he calmed down.
“Okay, there’s an anime convention in two days, so you’ll all have the chance to wear the costumes.” He smirked, ignoring the groans and swearing that came his way.
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At the anime convention
“Yuki, help meeeee!” Shuichi screeched as he sprinted away from a random Winry cosplayer who was determined to molest him. Yuki - or rather, Roy - shook his head, sighing. He crossed his arms, refusing to move. Shuichi, noticing that Yuki wasn’t doing a damn thing to help him, used his most evil secret weapon.
“Yuki if you don’t get your ass over here and help me right now, then I swear you will face dire consequences once again!” That got Yuki moving.
After terrifying the cosplayer and sending her off in tears, Yuki clamped his arms around Shuichi. ‘I am not going to face dire consequences again… no way!’
Suddenly, they heard a squeal, and turned to see a Yuiko cosplayer running towards Fujisaki. He squeaked, running in the opposite direction. Everyone laughed as the girl chased him around in circles. Fujisaki aimed a small rant at Hiro. “Hey! Get over here and help me, you masochistic child molester!” Hiro snorted rudely, but went over to help him anyway.
Ryuichi was infinitely amused, until yet another cosplayer appeared. Tohma, clutching Kumagorou still, began wailing in terror as a Hinata cosplayer tried to tackle him. His face darkened like a thundercloud, and he stormed over, grabbing the girl by her hair. He dragged her off of Tohma, who was cowering on the floor, and whispered something in her ear. No one could hear what he said, and didn’t want to know once she ran away in tears, screaming like she was being murdered.
Tohma sprang to his feet, and launched himself at Ryuichi, wrapping his arms and legs around him. Ryuichi ended up on the floor, on his back. The two stared at each other, not saying a word. Yuki noticed the stare, and cleared his throat loudly, earning an elbow in the ribs by Shuichi for ruining the ‘perfect moment’. He shrugged. He may not like his sister, but he didn’t think it was fair to let her husband molest someone else.
The two quickly got off of the floor, blushing slightly.
Shuichi and Tohma dragged them around various stalls, stocking up on manga, doujinshi, and random collectables. After a few hours, K had reached the end of his rope.
“That’s it! I’ve had enough of this bullshit! I’m getting the hell out of here, and I DARE you to try and stop me! MWAH HA HA!” He tried to get out his guns, struggling with the lab coat that made him Watari, and ended up falling on his ass. He growled angrily, death-glaring Shuichi for forcing the damn outfit on him. Shuichi gulped, sprinting away from K, and praying that he wouldn’t catch up.
K immediately jumped up, ripping his lab coat to shreds, and triumphantly waved his guns in random directions. He took off after Shuichi, swearing bloody murder. “I’LL GET YOU FOR THIS, YOU LITTLE BASTARD!”
Yuki rolled his eyes, leaning against a nearby wall. Everyone else stared after the crazy American running after a trail of smoke for a moment, before shrugging, resigned to waiting around until he had calmed down.
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A while later, K hauled Shuichi out of the convention by his ear literally. He threw him into the limo, and turned to aim his gun at the group behind him. “Get in the damn limo, NOW!” He yelled, scowling fiercely. “I am NOT in the mood for this shit!”
Everyone took a running dive to get into the limo, not wanting to suffer the wrath of K’s magnum. K huffed, deciding he would shoot one of them one day… after all, he could get away with it. Everyone flinched as his maniacal laugh echoed through their heads, and Shuichi cowered against Yuki, trying to literally crawl into his cosplay uniform with him.
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Rin-chan: Thank you for reading, and please review!
Kei-chan: Indeed! We love hearing what you have to say!