Let it Will Be

Let it Will Be
Flora Winters
I do not own Gravitation. It is so wonderful.
Summary: Shuichi is kicked out of Yuki’s apartment yet again and Ryuichi is there for him with Kumagoro in tow. MM, Language.

Chapter Four

Touma was sitting at his desk with an extremely calm expression on his pretty face. The volcano exploded the instant the door to his office was shut.

“WHAT?” He shrieked into his phone, looking around with crazed eyes, wondering where his killing stick had gotten off to. “I DID NOT GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO GO FROLICKING ACROSS JAPAN TO VISIT A HOT SPRING!”

Poor Mr. Sakano was so scared, he actually wet himself. He had never seen Mr. Seguchi so angry. Well, there was that one time, but that silly little girl in the red slippers had it coming.

“I gave Mr. Shindou time off, not you, Ryu!” He bellowed, doing his very best not to turn green and nasty.

A knock came at the door and Touma very quickly composed himself. It was just like magic. He told Ryuichi that he would phone him back later. This was so not over, not by a long shot. If he knew what was good for him, he would have that car turn around immediately.

He would teach him to bounce across the country without informing him prior. Only the gods knew what kind of mischief those two could stir up when together on their own. Where the hell was Noriko?

He threw the phone down and motioned for his slave to answer the door. Oh, he was so pissed!

He had a meeting with gods only knew who and he was fucking white knuckling it through the whole damn fiasco. He could not believe it. Why, oh why, was he surrounded by such incompetent fools?

Some bitches outfit did not complement her paid for but wonderful cleavage. A backup dancer had fallen off a twenty foot ladder. The gods only knew why the idiot was dancing up on a ladder to begin with.

He was so happy that his blonde bangs were long enough to hide the menace that was shimmering in his wicked emerald orbs. It was beginning to sound like he needed to let loose the Flying Monkeys of Doom.

“And a backup singer somehow successfully succeeded in strangling himself with a cordless microphone, Sir.” Mr. Tamagachi said, rolling up his very long list that had unrolled twice around Touma’s desk.

Touma was massaging his temples with razor sharp manicured fingers. He had them styled in just such a way so he could cut people who angered him. Oh, he was so tempted to slash this idiot’s face off.

He looked up at the intern and the young man gulped. He had never seen such frightening eyes in all his life. They looked like acid green pools of death.

“Send them all a wonderful gift basket,” Touma told him, smiling as if nothing was at all wrong with the world, “And a lovely card from Hallmark, too.”

Mr. Tamagachi bowed his way from the room, only to take off running for his worthless life when the door closed. He had escaped the vicious jaws of the Devil.

Touma got to his feet, narrowing his eyes at Mr. Sakano. “Did you piss yourself?”

The poor man squeaked and fell flat on his face with a thud. Touma rolled his eyes and stepped over him.

He was going to get himself something to eat and then he was going to let Ryu have it. One could not bitch on an empty stomach. It went against some religion he had yet to make up and feed to the masses through subliminal messages.

He threw his head back and cackled maniacally as he strolled to the elevator. All the little underlings ran for their little lives. Today was so not the day to ask for a raise. He was likely to suck out their souls in order to keep himself young and beautiful forever and ever.

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Shuichi’s medication had knocked him out and he was snoring away next to Ryuichi. He was even holding onto Kumagoro, too.

Ryuichi was playing Kuma in the Carrot Patch on his hand held thingy. The little pink bunny was hitting moles over the head with his little fluffy pink mallet. It was loads of fun.

He could only snicker at how angry Touma was. He could see his irate friend stuffing his pretty face with something yummy right now.

Touma always had to get something to eat before he could throw a proper bitch fit. Ryuichi couldn’t wait. They were so much fun. He wanted to see just how high he could make the blonde’s blood pressure soar today.

All he had to do was cry and throw a tantrum. Perhaps he could even threaten to run away from home again? That would have Noriko biting Touma’s ankles for being such a meanie to him.

He was so bad he started to laugh. He couldn’t help it. Making Touma’s blood pressure rise like magma to the surface was so much fun. He simply loved playing with him and seeing just how red he could make his face before he popped.

“Are we there yet?” He asked his driver.

“What did I tell you five minutes ago, Mr. Sakuma?” The driver asked him.

Ryuichi scratched his head. “No?”

“Exactly!” The driver snapped. “Now, play a game, watch a movie, or nap like your boyfriend.”

Ryuichi’s jaw fell off, hit the floorboard, bruised, and he instantly picked it up. He would need it in order to deny such a statement.

“Shuichi is not my boyfriend, Toya!” He snapped. “Shuichi is my very good friend!”

Toya rolled his eyes at him from the rearview mirror. “My apologies, Sir.”

“You don’t sound the least bit sorry, Toya.” Ryuichi pouted, his bottom lip trembling.

Toya snickered. “Who wants to watch Fruits Basket?”

Ryuichi was instantly distracted from his false anger by all the pretty shiny on the television. This was one of his favorite anime of all time.

He made sure that Shuichi was comfortable in his sleep position before turning back to his pretties. A tiny sweat drop trickled down his brow as he waited for Touma’s impending call.

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Touma made his way into the noodle shop across the street from N-G. He was not happy and the bitches who were jumping and scurrying out of his path knew it.

He did not want to start a fight with Ryuichi. It would only lead to screaming and being drowned in a flood of salty tears.

He snapped his deadly fingers and ordered a yummy noodle bowl. His stomach was growling like a pissed off dragon.

The establishment owner lived in holy terror of Touma Seguchi. He made sure that everything was flawless and beyond yummy for his near to godlike patron.

Touma kept his stylish shades on and took his seat at his usual table. He loved the view it gave him of the whole restaurant.

The owner was always keeping a lookout for him. If people were sitting at his table, well, their asses were kicked to the curb, doggie bags in hand. That’ll learn them a thing or three.

His soup was delivered in stylish haste and he began to slurp away. He was hungry and did not care who was looking at him. Oh, yeah, oops, this was Japan. It is polite to slurp here. The louder the better even. He traveled way too much and needed to pay someone in order to keep up with these customs for him. They were always getting muddled up in his head.

He was a very busy man and having to deal with mega stars like Ryuichi was enough to drive the most grounded person a little bonkers. Hell, dealing with Shuichi Shindou was enough to get a ticket to the Nut Farm.

He accidentally snapped each of his chopsticks into halves. He blinked in shock and slightly gasped.

He dropped them to the table and began to drink from the bowl. This was the tastiest soup he had ever had here yet. The chef needed a raise.

His cell began to ring and he pulled it out to see who it was. He sighed and answered it. Let the fight begin.

“Hello, Ryu,” he said, wishing he had some matches.

“Oh, Touma!” Ryuichi squealed into his ear at the top of his lungs. “We got a flat tire!”

“WHAT?” Touma shrieked, causing every head in the place to turn and look at him in fear. He fought real hard to control his escaped temper. “Where are you and Shindou at, Ryu?”

“Hmm,” Ryuichi said, sounding as if he were looking around. “I see lots of Moo-Moo’s and Shuichi is petting one.”

Touma began to smack his head against the tabletop. He was going to throttle him real good.

“HEY!” Ryuichi yelled. “STOP EATING SHUICHI!”

“Ryu?” Touma asked, his voice suddenly filled with worry. “What’s going on?”

“KUMAGORO FLASH!” Ryuichi cried out and the line went dead.

Touma blinked, squeezing the phone with all his might. “Ryu?”

He was squeezing his cell phone with so much force, it shattered in his hand. He was up, racing for the door, smacking bitches out of his way, left and right.

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Ryuichi sat back in his seat, howling with evil laughter. That had been so much fun. He removed his hand from Shuichi’s stunned red lips.

Shuichi was looking at him in awe and knew that it was wrong to smile, but that had been so funny. His idol had sounded so convincing.

“Was that at all wise, Sir?” Toya asked, looking at his boss from the rearview mirror.

“Probably not,” Ryuichi winked, playing with his bunny. “But it was fun, and it was all Kuma’s idea.”

Shuichi had no idea that Ryuichi was such a prankster. This was exciting. If only his nose would stop running.

He sneezed and Ryuichi gave him a tissue.

“Let’s watch a movie, Shuichi,” Ryuichi grinned. “You pick.”

Toya shook his head. It looked like Ryuichi was showing off to impress Mr. Shindou.

“Oh, Shuichi!” Ryuichi squealed in delight, having Kumagoro to pounce him with lots of love. “You picked our favorite!”

He popped in Sleeping Beauty.

Shuichi grinned only for his mind to wonder off on Yuki. He would call him the instant he got some alone time at the hot spring.

“I’m the prince!” Ryuichi giggled, having Kumagoro to gallop across his lap like a horse. “Who do you want to be, Shuichi?”

Shuichi gave him a dark smile. “I’m the Wicked Faerie, of course.”

Ryuichi’s heart skipped a beat. Shuichi really was beautiful. He could never be wicked.

“Are you going to lock me up in chains and keep me forever and ever, Shuichi?” He asked before thinking, and quickly cuddled Kuma close.

Shuichi snickered, thinking it was a joke. “Is Kumagoro and Flora both pink?”

Toya rolled his eyes once more at the two of them. This was going to be such a beautiful disaster.

TBC…

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HUGS!

Flora.