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Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,891
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
The pinky and the not-so-brainy brain
The pinky and the not-so-brainy brain
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Just language mostly
Pairing: Not gonna tell… ;)
Summary: Um..well…what to tell you so that it won’t ruin it?!
Just read it and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN anything but these words!
“Sakuma-san, I really don’t think this is a very good idea,” Shindou Shuichi, Bad Luck’s hit vocalist, worried. Some rational part of the pink haired youth’s conscious just couldn’t do what his God wanted him to do. It just wasn’t right. But, as with every thing to do with Sakuma Ryuichi, in his head there is no ‘right’ or ‘wrong’.
“Don’t worry Shuichi!” Ryuichi giggled at the most adorable faces his best friend in the whole wide world was making. “Quit wiggling around and just do it. What are you worried about anyway?”
“Well, um…,” Shuichi just couldn’t voice all the concerns running around in his head.
Ryuichi looked at the doubt shimmering in the youth’s cute little brain. Laughing at the way the thought was made visible, he asks,” Are you worried about getting caught?” The light sparkling in Nittle Grasper’s lead vocalist just this side of creepy. “Don’t be. Besides Mr. Kumagoru locked the door.”
“WHAT!?” came the startled cry. Jumping up from the position he was sitting in, Shuichi ran over to try the brass knob. Jiggling it all about in a freak attempt to have it release. “ Sakuma-san! We really shouldn’t do it, if the others ever found out…”, the high pitched voice wails, trailing off as the fat tears gathered in violet eyes. One word kept echoing through his head…Seguchi. If something happened to Ryuichi while the he was with him, the president of NG would have his pink little head. Hit rock star or not, he would be dead come morning if Sakuma-san got hurt from this.
“You worry to much, Shu-chan,” Ryuichi attempted to stop the oncoming baby fit brewing in Shuichi’s eyes. “And, if they say anything Mr. Kuma will take the blame.” Sakuma-san’s eyes widen and grew teary in love for his pink bunny friend. Hugging the stuffy to his chest, yelling at the tops of his talented lungs, “He’s like a super agent undercover Kumagoru!”
Rolling moist eyes at the antic’s his friend is playing, he sighs. “I’m sure, but remember that Seguchi-sama is like the ULTIMATE in mad scientists! And….and if he gets his evil mitts on me after we do this I’ma gonna be fish food!”
“You’re such a drama queen Shuichi, just relax and hand me that bottle over there,” he motions to the ’harmless’ looking bottle sitting ’innocently’ on the table.
Resigned in helping his God no matter what, Shuichi huffs in aggravation, “ I AM NOT a drama queen!” Stomping over to the table, he grabs the bottle in his hands. Holding it like it was the plague, Shuichi stomps back over to Nittle Grasper’s insane singer.
“Are too!” Ryuichi teased him, it was so much fun to get him riled. The way the anger lit up his whole face, flushed his cheeks, and the way his body moves when stomping around the apartment was enough to flutter any eunuch’s heart. Being anything but a eunuch, Sakuma Ryuichi’s heart sped up slightly.
“OH come on! Look who’s talking. You had the biggest conniption fit, just last week, when you couldn’t find Mr. Kumagoru! You huffed and puffed and blew through all of NG studios because you couldn’t remember where you left him last!” Narrowing his eyes at the stunningly gorgeous smug face of his God, Shuichi plowed on with the finishing remark. “Some friend you are.”
Gritting his teeth at Shuichi’s stinging comment, the Nittle Grasper vocalist bites back, “I didn’t loose him! He was STOLEN from me! I think Noriko took him as a joke, but it made me cry. It was only too convenient for her to find him, and then say sorry when she gave him back.” Lost in the memory, sniffling he continues, “It was the scariest ever.”
Feeling like the heel he was being, Shuichi quickly forgets his anger and runs to his crying idol. “Oh, Sakuma-san, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so nasty to you. I’m just glad you found him again.” Hugging the sobbing man close to his chest, Shuichi felt the body shiver and hiccup. “Please don’t cry anymore, ok? I will do what ever you want if you stop.” Unable to take the tears on his friends face, knowing they’re from his harsh words, fully meaning what he says.
Face buried in silky pink hair, Ryuichi tightens the grip on the smaller man. Taking advantage of the warm body, he inhales the natural scent that is Shuichi. Silently laughing inwardly, he smells like strawberries and sunshine. Everything that makes up Shuichi. “Anything?” he asks. Happy once more, he leaps from the soft chest of Shuichi. “That means we can do it, and you promised so you can’t complain about it anymore! OH happy day we’re gonna do it!” He sings, running around the room. All thoughts of tears and lost friends gone.
Groaning at the stupid slip of the tongue he made, Shuichi tries desperately to think of a way out of this mess. Looking up at the way Sakuma-san is running around like the mad-hatter, he knows there’s no way around it. Come tomorrow, Shindou Shuichi is going to be a dead man.
Smiling from adorable ear to ear, Ryuichi runs for the kitchen yelling, “Come on Shuichi, bring the bottle too! I wanna get started right away, the best is yet to come.”
Noticing the way Sakuma is taking off his shirt, one small button after another, his mouth waters. Slowly they pop out of the hole, bit by bit flesh peeks out from behind. The curve of his smile, the tangible heat radiating off him is scorching, with a wink he drops his shoulder and lets the silk shirt flutter to the floor. Mesmerized by the scene playing before his wide lavender eyes, a choked ‘Sakuma-san’ escapes his opened mouth.
“Don’t just stand there Shuichi come here and help me!”
“But, wouldn’t it be better if we did it wet? Yuki always said that it was better wet.”
Blue eyes wonder over the small, quiet, form of Shindou Shuichi as he contemplates the info just provided for his imaginary enjoyment. “As fun as that sounds, I don’t think that’s for the best.” Wrinkling his brow in thought, he continues, “ If we did that then the bottle would slip, and that’s something we don’t want to happen.”
“Why?” he gulps. “What would happen?”
“Very bad things Shuichi,” the serious Sakuma replies. “One time K and I did it wet, and it was so bad. I don’t even want to remember it, I couldn’t even walk in public let alone get on a stage and sing!”
The mental picture of his idol waddling around is just too much of a visual image. Now the heat’s on, if he screws up he will SO be dead. “Okay, Sakuma-san lets get this over with. Just tell me what to do.”
“Come over to me and take off your shirt, we can start from there,” Ryuichi’s voice glides across his skin. Slowly, in a daze like state, he walks over to him. Stopping in front the half naked man, he pulls up the bottom of his own orange fleece hoodie. Shivering at the cool air flowing from the air conditioner, the pink nipples constrict and grow hard. “Wow, Shuichi, all the times I have seen you on stage I don’t think I have seen your bare chest.” Reaching out to run a flat palm over the boys shoulder, running it down over the naked chest, and following down the hard abs. “Very nice Shuichi, do you work out?” he asks, leaning into the boys ear whispering, “or is this all raw natural beauty?”
“K makes me go to the gym twice a week. He says I am lazy,” the pink hair singer breathes out at the contact to his nude chest. Opening the eyes that had dropped, he asks, “What else should I do?”
“Open the bottle, and come closer.”
“Are you sure? Sure you want to continue? It’s not too late you know, and I will never tell I promise!”
Smiling at Shuichi, “Oh your such a good friend, but I need to do this!” Grabbing him, running into the kitchen to begin. Let’s just say Sakuma Ryuichi’s neighbors got a an ear full that day….
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Several hours later, Shuichi crept through the door trying not to wake his lover. Looking at the clock on the microwave, the red numbers pierce the darkness. Two thirty four a.m. He did not want to be out this late, but Sakuma-san would not let him leave until he saw their game end. And what an end it was, a real rough night. Best not to let Yuki see him like this until he can get ‘fixed up’.
“Well about time you decided to wander home,” a deep voice cuts the young man, followed by the glow of a cigarette. That left no doubt in his mind who the demon waiting in the darkness was. His lover, cold hearted bastard extraordinaire, the man who will never let this go with out making fun of him, a mister Yuki Eiri.
“I was held up at work, sorry to have kept you up I’ll be going to bed now. Goodnight Yuki!” the hyper rushed words just flew out of the young man’s mouth. Walking quickly down the hallway, rounding a corner to the bathroom, he slams into a Yuki sized brick wall.
“Not a chance out of this one brat, where were you really?” he growls, grabbing hold of the squirming mass of pink. “I know something’s up, you never come in and not pounce me the moment you lay eyes on me. So tell me again what’s up!?”
“Let me go Yuki, I just wanna go to bed. K made me stay late ok?” ~Oh shit…oh shit…OH SHIT, Yuki’s going to find out what happened, and he’s gonna be mad!~ he thought to himself fighting harder to get loose. A mad Yuki is never a good Yuki!
“That’s IT! Enough of your foolishness,” he yells, pulling the boy into the bathroom.
“Stop it Yuki! NO, don’t turn on the light!”
Yanking Shuichi across the tile floor to the light switch, he flicks it on. Turning angrily to the man he thought he trusted, all thought stops when the light floods across the room. There before him stood his little lover, covered in Pink hair dye. “What the hell happened to you?” A twitch of the lip threatens to turn into a smile, but before he gives in to the laughter bubbling up he says, “Come on Shuichi, I know you’re a natural pink haired freak, so why the dye?”
“Don’t say a word Yuki! NOT ONE WORD!” he yells, turning to the mirror to double take the disaster be felled upon him, groaning in response. “This is so not fair, they’re gonna kill me in the morning! Fish food YUKI….FISH FOOD!” he screams running from the room.
“Fish food?” Yuki asks out loud, wondering if Shuichi is drunk or on drugs. Chasing after him, finding him arm pit deep in dish soap at the kitchen sink.
“Fish food, brat? What do fish have to do with the fact you’re pink all over?” Now, Yuki Eiri is not a dumb man not by any means. But, at present he is most certainly lost.
“In the morning, the fish will have a buffet. A Shuichi sized buffet!” he cries, scrubbing the soap all over. Large pink tinged soap suds fly all over the kitchen. Pink spots splatter on the white stove, sink, and fridge.
“You’re making a damned mess, get your ass into the shower right now!” Yuki roars at the nonsense Shuichi is driveling. When he didn’t listen, the blonde author just scoops up the younger male.
Walking slowly down the hall, trying not to drop a wiggling slippery Shuichi, he kicked open the door. Dropping the soapy man on his hysterical ass, while turning on the shower. All the while Shuichi was rambling on and on about fish eating him in the morning. “Shuichi are you on drugs? Did you hit your head at all today?” Real fear blossoming in his mind at the thought of Shuichi hitting his head.
“Drugs? What…NO not drugs, unless Sakuma Ryuichi is a drug. Could he be a drug, he did make me do things that I didn’t want to do. So I guess he could be one, right? Um…Yuki why are you so red?”
“What. Did. He. Make you do?” the writer gritted out, trying not to throttle the pink boy.
“Oh it’s his fault I am all pink! Yuki it was horrible, look at the back of my hair! I will never be able to sing now, not like this!” He whines, turning around to show Yuki Ryuichi’s handy work.
“Wow,” he laughs now. “That’s just friggin’ perfect.” The back of Shuichi’s pink mane was covered in little white spots, all centering around a rather large white one. Come to think of it, it resembles a certain stuffed rabbit.
“Knock it off Yuki, you are so mean to me! I can’t even fix this until tomorrow, and I have to be at work at seven. And we all know what happens if I try to go in late let alone call out! K is gonna kill me, and then Seguchi-sama is gonna grind my bones when he sees Sakuma-san!”
“Why what’s the idiot look like?” Swallowing the belly laughs erupting, the chibi-like look on his lover’s face is too much. That matched with the pink dye all over his face, and the white spots on the back of his head.
“OH he has pink hair now, cause he wanted to be like me! Of all the crazy things to do, this has to be the worst. Now Seguchi-sama is gonna have my head over this cause the bleach fell out of my hands cause those stupid gloves are slippery and it fell down over his eyebrow. So now his right eyebrow is blond with pink on it, and the other one is brown. Not to mention that when it fell on to it, it got in his eye. Then he yelled, throwing the bottle at me cause it was burning his eye. I turned caught the blunt of it in the back, then a sopping wet bleached Kumagoru came hurdling towards me! Hence the GIANT white spot on the back of my head!”
Not able to hold the laughter now, it roars up and flies out of his open mouth. “Okay that explains the white, but now the pink?”
“OH don’t get me started! After the bleach was out I put the pink dye in. It was cold and he jumped up AGAIN knocking the bottle from my hand…damn those gloves. So the pink went ALL OVER THE PLACE, mainly me and Kumagoru. The last of the dye went into his hair, and I didn’t know what I looked like until I was done! OH YUKI it’s horrible! So now, as Sakuma-san put it, I look like the back of my head was in a snowball fight!” the tears just kept coming and coming, and all Yuki could do was laugh at him. Because that was the first thing he thought of when he saw the back of his hair, but he would rather die than admit that he had the same thought wave as the village idiot.
“Move over brat, I’ll wash your back,” the author tells him. His laughing fits caught in his throat at the bent over form of his ‘natural pink haired freak’. Climbing into the shower to ‘help’ him wash the two crowded the stall.
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After an hour long shower, many jokes later, and not to mention the steamy love makin’ session they finally went to bed. A shrill beeping of the alarm clock jolted the writer from a very pleasant dream he was having. Reaching over to hit the snooze, the beeping still wouldn’t shut up. Growling at the stupid machine, realizing it’s not the alarm it’s his cell phone.
“What!” he barks into the receiver, not caring who it is. It’s their own damned fault for calling him anyway.
“And good morning to you too Eiri,” the soft voice of Seguchi Touma floats over the phone. “I think there’s a few things we need to speak about. It seems that our ‘wards’ have gotten into….Hello Eiri? Eiri?” but all he received was the blank air way of a hung up telephone.
Laughing at the fact the he was able to piss off someone before even climbing out of bed. Yuki throws his arms up stretching out, rolling every muscle like a cat, tossing back the covers he gets the birds eye view of his own disaster. “What the FUCK!” he yells at the now pink penis he is spouting! “Damn you Shuichi and your pink cheeks!” *Winks…now I am not telling which cheeks*
~~~*~~~ Owari ~~~*~~~
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So what did you think of it??? LOL…it just sorta popped into my head one night I was dying my friends hair pink. And let me tell you the gloves are redundant because they leak and I had pink EVERYWHERE! The sink, the fridge, and the stove…LOLOLOL…even the phone had dye on it!
SeveredWings
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Rating: PG-13
Warning: Just language mostly
Pairing: Not gonna tell… ;)
Summary: Um..well…what to tell you so that it won’t ruin it?!
Just read it and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN anything but these words!
“Sakuma-san, I really don’t think this is a very good idea,” Shindou Shuichi, Bad Luck’s hit vocalist, worried. Some rational part of the pink haired youth’s conscious just couldn’t do what his God wanted him to do. It just wasn’t right. But, as with every thing to do with Sakuma Ryuichi, in his head there is no ‘right’ or ‘wrong’.
“Don’t worry Shuichi!” Ryuichi giggled at the most adorable faces his best friend in the whole wide world was making. “Quit wiggling around and just do it. What are you worried about anyway?”
“Well, um…,” Shuichi just couldn’t voice all the concerns running around in his head.
Ryuichi looked at the doubt shimmering in the youth’s cute little brain. Laughing at the way the thought was made visible, he asks,” Are you worried about getting caught?” The light sparkling in Nittle Grasper’s lead vocalist just this side of creepy. “Don’t be. Besides Mr. Kumagoru locked the door.”
“WHAT!?” came the startled cry. Jumping up from the position he was sitting in, Shuichi ran over to try the brass knob. Jiggling it all about in a freak attempt to have it release. “ Sakuma-san! We really shouldn’t do it, if the others ever found out…”, the high pitched voice wails, trailing off as the fat tears gathered in violet eyes. One word kept echoing through his head…Seguchi. If something happened to Ryuichi while the he was with him, the president of NG would have his pink little head. Hit rock star or not, he would be dead come morning if Sakuma-san got hurt from this.
“You worry to much, Shu-chan,” Ryuichi attempted to stop the oncoming baby fit brewing in Shuichi’s eyes. “And, if they say anything Mr. Kuma will take the blame.” Sakuma-san’s eyes widen and grew teary in love for his pink bunny friend. Hugging the stuffy to his chest, yelling at the tops of his talented lungs, “He’s like a super agent undercover Kumagoru!”
Rolling moist eyes at the antic’s his friend is playing, he sighs. “I’m sure, but remember that Seguchi-sama is like the ULTIMATE in mad scientists! And….and if he gets his evil mitts on me after we do this I’ma gonna be fish food!”
“You’re such a drama queen Shuichi, just relax and hand me that bottle over there,” he motions to the ’harmless’ looking bottle sitting ’innocently’ on the table.
Resigned in helping his God no matter what, Shuichi huffs in aggravation, “ I AM NOT a drama queen!” Stomping over to the table, he grabs the bottle in his hands. Holding it like it was the plague, Shuichi stomps back over to Nittle Grasper’s insane singer.
“Are too!” Ryuichi teased him, it was so much fun to get him riled. The way the anger lit up his whole face, flushed his cheeks, and the way his body moves when stomping around the apartment was enough to flutter any eunuch’s heart. Being anything but a eunuch, Sakuma Ryuichi’s heart sped up slightly.
“OH come on! Look who’s talking. You had the biggest conniption fit, just last week, when you couldn’t find Mr. Kumagoru! You huffed and puffed and blew through all of NG studios because you couldn’t remember where you left him last!” Narrowing his eyes at the stunningly gorgeous smug face of his God, Shuichi plowed on with the finishing remark. “Some friend you are.”
Gritting his teeth at Shuichi’s stinging comment, the Nittle Grasper vocalist bites back, “I didn’t loose him! He was STOLEN from me! I think Noriko took him as a joke, but it made me cry. It was only too convenient for her to find him, and then say sorry when she gave him back.” Lost in the memory, sniffling he continues, “It was the scariest ever.”
Feeling like the heel he was being, Shuichi quickly forgets his anger and runs to his crying idol. “Oh, Sakuma-san, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so nasty to you. I’m just glad you found him again.” Hugging the sobbing man close to his chest, Shuichi felt the body shiver and hiccup. “Please don’t cry anymore, ok? I will do what ever you want if you stop.” Unable to take the tears on his friends face, knowing they’re from his harsh words, fully meaning what he says.
Face buried in silky pink hair, Ryuichi tightens the grip on the smaller man. Taking advantage of the warm body, he inhales the natural scent that is Shuichi. Silently laughing inwardly, he smells like strawberries and sunshine. Everything that makes up Shuichi. “Anything?” he asks. Happy once more, he leaps from the soft chest of Shuichi. “That means we can do it, and you promised so you can’t complain about it anymore! OH happy day we’re gonna do it!” He sings, running around the room. All thoughts of tears and lost friends gone.
Groaning at the stupid slip of the tongue he made, Shuichi tries desperately to think of a way out of this mess. Looking up at the way Sakuma-san is running around like the mad-hatter, he knows there’s no way around it. Come tomorrow, Shindou Shuichi is going to be a dead man.
Smiling from adorable ear to ear, Ryuichi runs for the kitchen yelling, “Come on Shuichi, bring the bottle too! I wanna get started right away, the best is yet to come.”
Noticing the way Sakuma is taking off his shirt, one small button after another, his mouth waters. Slowly they pop out of the hole, bit by bit flesh peeks out from behind. The curve of his smile, the tangible heat radiating off him is scorching, with a wink he drops his shoulder and lets the silk shirt flutter to the floor. Mesmerized by the scene playing before his wide lavender eyes, a choked ‘Sakuma-san’ escapes his opened mouth.
“Don’t just stand there Shuichi come here and help me!”
“But, wouldn’t it be better if we did it wet? Yuki always said that it was better wet.”
Blue eyes wonder over the small, quiet, form of Shindou Shuichi as he contemplates the info just provided for his imaginary enjoyment. “As fun as that sounds, I don’t think that’s for the best.” Wrinkling his brow in thought, he continues, “ If we did that then the bottle would slip, and that’s something we don’t want to happen.”
“Why?” he gulps. “What would happen?”
“Very bad things Shuichi,” the serious Sakuma replies. “One time K and I did it wet, and it was so bad. I don’t even want to remember it, I couldn’t even walk in public let alone get on a stage and sing!”
The mental picture of his idol waddling around is just too much of a visual image. Now the heat’s on, if he screws up he will SO be dead. “Okay, Sakuma-san lets get this over with. Just tell me what to do.”
“Come over to me and take off your shirt, we can start from there,” Ryuichi’s voice glides across his skin. Slowly, in a daze like state, he walks over to him. Stopping in front the half naked man, he pulls up the bottom of his own orange fleece hoodie. Shivering at the cool air flowing from the air conditioner, the pink nipples constrict and grow hard. “Wow, Shuichi, all the times I have seen you on stage I don’t think I have seen your bare chest.” Reaching out to run a flat palm over the boys shoulder, running it down over the naked chest, and following down the hard abs. “Very nice Shuichi, do you work out?” he asks, leaning into the boys ear whispering, “or is this all raw natural beauty?”
“K makes me go to the gym twice a week. He says I am lazy,” the pink hair singer breathes out at the contact to his nude chest. Opening the eyes that had dropped, he asks, “What else should I do?”
“Open the bottle, and come closer.”
“Are you sure? Sure you want to continue? It’s not too late you know, and I will never tell I promise!”
Smiling at Shuichi, “Oh your such a good friend, but I need to do this!” Grabbing him, running into the kitchen to begin. Let’s just say Sakuma Ryuichi’s neighbors got a an ear full that day….
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Several hours later, Shuichi crept through the door trying not to wake his lover. Looking at the clock on the microwave, the red numbers pierce the darkness. Two thirty four a.m. He did not want to be out this late, but Sakuma-san would not let him leave until he saw their game end. And what an end it was, a real rough night. Best not to let Yuki see him like this until he can get ‘fixed up’.
“Well about time you decided to wander home,” a deep voice cuts the young man, followed by the glow of a cigarette. That left no doubt in his mind who the demon waiting in the darkness was. His lover, cold hearted bastard extraordinaire, the man who will never let this go with out making fun of him, a mister Yuki Eiri.
“I was held up at work, sorry to have kept you up I’ll be going to bed now. Goodnight Yuki!” the hyper rushed words just flew out of the young man’s mouth. Walking quickly down the hallway, rounding a corner to the bathroom, he slams into a Yuki sized brick wall.
“Not a chance out of this one brat, where were you really?” he growls, grabbing hold of the squirming mass of pink. “I know something’s up, you never come in and not pounce me the moment you lay eyes on me. So tell me again what’s up!?”
“Let me go Yuki, I just wanna go to bed. K made me stay late ok?” ~Oh shit…oh shit…OH SHIT, Yuki’s going to find out what happened, and he’s gonna be mad!~ he thought to himself fighting harder to get loose. A mad Yuki is never a good Yuki!
“That’s IT! Enough of your foolishness,” he yells, pulling the boy into the bathroom.
“Stop it Yuki! NO, don’t turn on the light!”
Yanking Shuichi across the tile floor to the light switch, he flicks it on. Turning angrily to the man he thought he trusted, all thought stops when the light floods across the room. There before him stood his little lover, covered in Pink hair dye. “What the hell happened to you?” A twitch of the lip threatens to turn into a smile, but before he gives in to the laughter bubbling up he says, “Come on Shuichi, I know you’re a natural pink haired freak, so why the dye?”
“Don’t say a word Yuki! NOT ONE WORD!” he yells, turning to the mirror to double take the disaster be felled upon him, groaning in response. “This is so not fair, they’re gonna kill me in the morning! Fish food YUKI….FISH FOOD!” he screams running from the room.
“Fish food?” Yuki asks out loud, wondering if Shuichi is drunk or on drugs. Chasing after him, finding him arm pit deep in dish soap at the kitchen sink.
“Fish food, brat? What do fish have to do with the fact you’re pink all over?” Now, Yuki Eiri is not a dumb man not by any means. But, at present he is most certainly lost.
“In the morning, the fish will have a buffet. A Shuichi sized buffet!” he cries, scrubbing the soap all over. Large pink tinged soap suds fly all over the kitchen. Pink spots splatter on the white stove, sink, and fridge.
“You’re making a damned mess, get your ass into the shower right now!” Yuki roars at the nonsense Shuichi is driveling. When he didn’t listen, the blonde author just scoops up the younger male.
Walking slowly down the hall, trying not to drop a wiggling slippery Shuichi, he kicked open the door. Dropping the soapy man on his hysterical ass, while turning on the shower. All the while Shuichi was rambling on and on about fish eating him in the morning. “Shuichi are you on drugs? Did you hit your head at all today?” Real fear blossoming in his mind at the thought of Shuichi hitting his head.
“Drugs? What…NO not drugs, unless Sakuma Ryuichi is a drug. Could he be a drug, he did make me do things that I didn’t want to do. So I guess he could be one, right? Um…Yuki why are you so red?”
“What. Did. He. Make you do?” the writer gritted out, trying not to throttle the pink boy.
“Oh it’s his fault I am all pink! Yuki it was horrible, look at the back of my hair! I will never be able to sing now, not like this!” He whines, turning around to show Yuki Ryuichi’s handy work.
“Wow,” he laughs now. “That’s just friggin’ perfect.” The back of Shuichi’s pink mane was covered in little white spots, all centering around a rather large white one. Come to think of it, it resembles a certain stuffed rabbit.
“Knock it off Yuki, you are so mean to me! I can’t even fix this until tomorrow, and I have to be at work at seven. And we all know what happens if I try to go in late let alone call out! K is gonna kill me, and then Seguchi-sama is gonna grind my bones when he sees Sakuma-san!”
“Why what’s the idiot look like?” Swallowing the belly laughs erupting, the chibi-like look on his lover’s face is too much. That matched with the pink dye all over his face, and the white spots on the back of his head.
“OH he has pink hair now, cause he wanted to be like me! Of all the crazy things to do, this has to be the worst. Now Seguchi-sama is gonna have my head over this cause the bleach fell out of my hands cause those stupid gloves are slippery and it fell down over his eyebrow. So now his right eyebrow is blond with pink on it, and the other one is brown. Not to mention that when it fell on to it, it got in his eye. Then he yelled, throwing the bottle at me cause it was burning his eye. I turned caught the blunt of it in the back, then a sopping wet bleached Kumagoru came hurdling towards me! Hence the GIANT white spot on the back of my head!”
Not able to hold the laughter now, it roars up and flies out of his open mouth. “Okay that explains the white, but now the pink?”
“OH don’t get me started! After the bleach was out I put the pink dye in. It was cold and he jumped up AGAIN knocking the bottle from my hand…damn those gloves. So the pink went ALL OVER THE PLACE, mainly me and Kumagoru. The last of the dye went into his hair, and I didn’t know what I looked like until I was done! OH YUKI it’s horrible! So now, as Sakuma-san put it, I look like the back of my head was in a snowball fight!” the tears just kept coming and coming, and all Yuki could do was laugh at him. Because that was the first thing he thought of when he saw the back of his hair, but he would rather die than admit that he had the same thought wave as the village idiot.
“Move over brat, I’ll wash your back,” the author tells him. His laughing fits caught in his throat at the bent over form of his ‘natural pink haired freak’. Climbing into the shower to ‘help’ him wash the two crowded the stall.
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After an hour long shower, many jokes later, and not to mention the steamy love makin’ session they finally went to bed. A shrill beeping of the alarm clock jolted the writer from a very pleasant dream he was having. Reaching over to hit the snooze, the beeping still wouldn’t shut up. Growling at the stupid machine, realizing it’s not the alarm it’s his cell phone.
“What!” he barks into the receiver, not caring who it is. It’s their own damned fault for calling him anyway.
“And good morning to you too Eiri,” the soft voice of Seguchi Touma floats over the phone. “I think there’s a few things we need to speak about. It seems that our ‘wards’ have gotten into….Hello Eiri? Eiri?” but all he received was the blank air way of a hung up telephone.
Laughing at the fact the he was able to piss off someone before even climbing out of bed. Yuki throws his arms up stretching out, rolling every muscle like a cat, tossing back the covers he gets the birds eye view of his own disaster. “What the FUCK!” he yells at the now pink penis he is spouting! “Damn you Shuichi and your pink cheeks!” *Winks…now I am not telling which cheeks*
~~~*~~~ Owari ~~~*~~~
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So what did you think of it??? LOL…it just sorta popped into my head one night I was dying my friends hair pink. And let me tell you the gloves are redundant because they leak and I had pink EVERYWHERE! The sink, the fridge, and the stove…LOLOLOL…even the phone had dye on it!
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