Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ A Place To Stay ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

A Place To Stay

By: Araki

Disclaimer: Maki Marukami owns Gravitation, not I. If I owned it, I wouldn't be sitting here, I assure you. Anything Else I talk about in it (suppose Walt Disney, Cartoon Names, Actors, excreta…) I don't own, because I'm poor.

Pairings: Suguru x Shuichi

Summary: Suguru needs to find a place to stay; Shuichi is in desperate need for a roommate after he left Eiri. A simple placement as friends, roommates, and band mates turned into much more in time, leaving both poor boys confused on their feelings

Warnings: Fluff! Maybe some child molesting on poor Suguru's account

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Rebelyell59: I would have had this up sooner, but I came down with severe writer's block. I couldn't even write the full 8000 words for this chapter, it's only 5000 instead. Oh well, I'm glad you enjoy the story so far though (smile).

DBZ_Luver2: The *journal* (Shuichi would throw a fit if we called it a Diary, ne?) stares in this again, but once more, I haven't decided when Suguru will actually return it, but Shuichi's going to know sometime, right? Suguru can't hide it forever, can he?

Blackrosebunny: I'm glad I've changed your opinion on him. Since I'm an OOC writer (I can make even Eiri Yuki as cuddly as a kitten) I thought I'd give him that soft spot for Shuichi. He spends a lot of time fixating on the boy at work, always complaining about the pink-haired baka.

XXDream_TheatreXX: It did take a long time, I really apologize. I kept typing and trying, and found myself unable to write anymore when I got to 5000 words, I wanted to do a third part, but I just couldn't find the inspiration. I hope the next chapter doesn't take this long.

Akeatia Mochidzuki Ookami: I wonder myself (whistles, even though unable). It is a Shu x Suguru (or is it Suguru on top?). More coming more coming. I promise.

Wendyghost: Yeah! I'm so glad it has a nice beat to it, I always wonder if I'm rushing into it, or I'm not putting the characters into enough emotional debate since they're not with their designed loves. Who knows, maybe Shuichi deserved someone other than Yuki, even though the two are like glue ;)

Christy: Wanna know a secret? I screwed up the last chapter and didn't realize until I was editing myself at school after it was up. Had to get that out, see if you can find it ;). I'll give a hint, Suguru's crazy family comes back later on too. I like messing with Tohma's head.

Kitsune Thief: I'll try to update sooner then I did next time, depends on if I can find my inspiration again.

Remmy Wolf: I know he was mean to Ryuichi. I just felt taunted that the mean Suguru disappeared over a page, and was no longer picking on Shuichi, so I had to give him the Shu-a-like, Ryuichi. He'll be nicer…one day.

Suckers love: I'm glad you enjoy…?

Kagome: Maybe you can help me, since you've read more relations where Shu is with someone other than Yuki (I read Tohma or Ryuichi, but I'm picky on what I do read). Who would be seme (dominate), Suguru - who is no one's bitch, but has no sexual experience - or Shuichi - who has sexual experience, but seems like the type who doesn't want to be `butch' in bed. Your choice, I can't really decide.

Anon: I had to buy a new monitor (same as before), but this chapter now took longer because it was with my beta, and during the time she did finish, I had a Trojin virus that just wouldn't go away. I'm clean now ^-^ yah!

I: Who knows? I think Suguru will just keep it with him until the time is right, and Shuichi isn't there…whenever that is :) I apologize dearly that I don't frequently update, I have difficulty recently because I find other things I'd rather do (I have updated other fics, finally though), or I just can't find the motive to write. I'll try to write more for the next chapter. T___T

GoTrinba: Hehe. I like the fact that he has all girl friends, it actually reasons some of his body language also (he puts his hands on his hips a lot, very feminine), can't expect NOT to gain something from hanging around girls.

Inuyashagirl5: I know they're so rare. I also put a surprise pairing in this fic (*yah!*). I'm glad you enjoy the fanfic itself, as well.

Evraen: I'm a smiles that you think this is wonderful

Lily: I just see Suguru as a forgotten character, or as a shadow. No one ever really remembers that without the keyboardist, BAD LUCK is nothing even though they had Hiro and Shuichi. Besides, I think the only reason BAD LUCK is so popular is because all the guys gotta be gay (how else do you pick up so many fangirls, we have active imaginations :)).

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Suguru was awakened from his sound sleep by a sudden ear-shattering scream. A powerful scream at that. At first, when he jumped up and onto his two legs, he thought that Shuichi was being murdered. Of course, most singers were able to make an enraged scream sound like a person dying a horribly death. As he finally opened his door, he had froze in place when Shuichi started crying that he couldn't remember where he put his notebook. That was where he still stood, a few minutes later, staring at the door of the most dangerous creature known to Japanese Population.

He chocolate eyes stared at his bed; a small book shaped lump was forming from where he had hid the notebook. At first it was just a reminder to put the notebook back where it was suppose to be. Shuichi had never noticed, Suguru had thought he had more time. Apparently he did not. Shutting his door, quietly, he placed his weight against the boarding material to keep it from opening, his heart pounding as he could hear the crashing of things from Shuichi's room. Yes, he was in deep shit if Shuichi found out.

Shuichi's door opened in a swift movement, his eyes glaring at Suguru as if he knew that the poor keyboardist stole his notebook. “Suguru! My notebook is gone!” Tears clouded his eyes, and Suguru tried to pull together his calm demeanor and lie his way through it - like a hero.

“You have a lot of notebooks. It's not my fault you can't find it in the disaster of a room.” He was about to turn around when Shuichi grabbed his shirt, tears falling to the floor. “I swear, Shuichi, I haven't seen it.” Suguru bit his tongue, wanting to smile at his fools proof lie, but Shuichi ignored him and continued to talk about what the spiral book looked like, as if he had seen it somewhere in the house. With a grumble, he said no, he never knew that a stupid notebook like that existed, and if he did find it, he would plan on burning it for all the sleep it was taking from him.

As he shut his door, he could hear the sudden whine escape from Shuichi's mouth. It was almost like a dog crying, but only more annoying and anxious. With a roll of his eyes, as did his shoulders, he plucked the notebook from the safety of his futon and walked towards his keyboard case, dumping the poor spiral notebook in with all the snack foods he had stashed away during K-san's house cleaning.

Shuichi's was moving around in the kitchen, and Suguru could hear the doorbell ringing. Fully aware that it'd be a neighbor complaining, Suguru went to open the door himself, eyeing Shuichi as the boy cleaned out the refrigerator. Flinging the door open, he was met by the grim face, not of his neighbors, but of a cop. The face turned from grim to shock, as if suddenly knowing what house he had been sent to in the dead of night. “Um, we r-received a call of disturbance from your neighbors…?” He asked, hesitant and scared. To be honest, Suguru leaned forward to see if the name Sakano was on his tag.

“I apologize about the noise,” Suguru pushed hair from his face, glaring at the ground. “If I may borrow a taser, we'll calm it down some.” The officer looked as if he was really thinking if it'd be safe to give one to the keyboardist before a polite grin took over his face.

“Aha, very funny, please keep the noise down though,” he chuckled and was about to turn and leave, since he had delivered his `warning', before turning back. “Fujisaki-sama,” he reached into his hip pouch, pulling out traffic tickets, but turned it over, “may I have your autograph, I'm a big fan of BAD LUCK!” He stared back at Shuichi (who had still accomplished to not realize they had company at all).

Suguru turned, walked towards Shuichi and ripped a strand of hair off his head. Whining, the boy curled to his side against the floor, but still was looking for his notebook as he rubbed his head. “Here.” He gave the strands, signed his name in what looked like scribble (which Suguru actually did) and handed it to the officer. While shutting the door, Suguru glared at Shuichi before once more opening the door and walking out. He could only handle so much before nine' o'clock.

In his pajamas, he walked through some of the streets of Tokyo. It was still alive with movement, not as much as in the daylight, but movement nonetheless. Finally, reaching his desired place, Suguru reached the desired apartments and started inside, ignoring to buzz to his location. Finally reaching Hiro's apartment door, he beat his fist against the hard wood, ignoring the fact that the usually calm man would probably attack him now.

The door peaked open, one eye staring out at him in a frown before closing and unlatched fully. Hiro glanced at the ready-to-sleep keyboardist, holding his door opened. “Shuichi?”

“Yep.” Suguru walked towards the couch, crowded with either boxes or magazines. Pushing everything on the ground, Suguru dropped like logs on the soft cushions, never moving as Hiro dropped a blanket on him and left the living room back to the safety of his own bedroom. The only phrase he did hear was something along `notebooks' and `keyboardists'. Suguru couldn't care; he fell dead to the world in seconds.

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“Wake up, princess!” Suguru huffed awake as the loud, accented, voice boomed through the apartment. Staring around, he tried to remember where he was, ignoring the gun placed to his temple. Figuring since he was on the couch, and wasn't married yet, he placed down Hiro's place. Hiro was stepping out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a scowl on his face before stepping into the kitchen to grab something to eat, ignoring the gun being pointed at it. Suguru sometimes wished he could have Hiro's nerves of steel. “The apocalypse must be near!” K-san dramatically cried out, placing a hand to his forehead for affect. “Shuichi-kun was at work long before you two decided to embrace the day! I'm so proud of him,” K-san took a tissue and tapped away his fake tears.

Hiro and Suguru raised eyebrows at each other, before turning away without much of a care. Shuichi probably had something crazy planned. Suguru could just see it now, The Great Search of the Missing Notebook (Secretly Hidden Under Suguru's Bed). Oh how karma laughed at him this very moment. Stealing the notebook had caused him to be late to work (and school) numerous times. This was what he got for wanting to know more about Shuichi's life.

“Let me guess, he's looking for his journal?” Hiro asked, starting out the door as Suguru was lifted (or rather, thrown over K-san's shoulder) from the couch by K-san and carried, in his pajamas, to the car. The manager nodded, and Hiro snorted. “He won't stop at anything until he finds out what happened to the book.” He eyed the young keyboardist as the boy was sat on in the backseat. “You wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you Fujisaki?” He glared.

Without hesitation, Suguru shook his head, “nope, wouldn't know a thing!” With a grin from ear to ear, he glanced out the window at the busing crowds, ignoring the `all knowing' glance that Hiro was giving him before the guitarist once more ignored both men in the vehicle.

Finally, the arrived at NG and dragged their way to the recording floor. Suguru was blushed red at the giggles and chuckles he received for still running around in his pajamas, and only now realized he had walked some of Tokyo in the same wear. Maybe he could claim them as everyday clothes. Not really, blue with yellow stars straight pants and oversized shirt gave a little bit of an idea that he wasn't really dressed for the day. Not strange with BAD LUCK at all, but still a funny sight. Every once in awhile, one of them wanted to sleep in, and hit the snooze button, and would end up at work in something they'd rather not be seen in. Shuichi was often in his nightshirt and boxers when he was drug in. Hiro was lucky; he went to bed in just sweatpants. Suguru was equipped with full pajamas, as he had been raised and never changed from this since he was a four year old (well, he got rid of the footed pajamas, all and all).

The elevator doors opened, and Seguchi's eyes grew wide at his cousin's wardrobe. Being one to usually arrive on time to work (until recently), no one had really seen the poor keyboardist in his pajamas unless he was pulled out of bed to act upon a foolish plan made by their manager.

“Are you ready for bed or for work, Fujisaki-san?” Tohma looked over his cousin's clothes again, this time Suguru turned away, wrapping his arms around his body.

Laughing, K-san wrapped his arms around Suguru's waist. “I remember in grade school, we use to have `Pajama Day' at school. Suguru misses those days, even though Japanese schools don't support this type of behavior, but he decided he loved his job too much to be late to work just to change clothes. Isn't that right, Suguru-kun?” He chuckled.

“Would have been nice if I could have grabbed my shoes before we left, but yes. That was my plan.” Suguru lied before following K-san and Hiro through the elevator doors with a wave to his cousin. With another ding, these doors closed, leaving Tohma behind with his skeptical face staring at the three, though they did hear him muttering something along the lines of `BAD LUCK will be the death of us yet.'

The elevator was quiet, not even the awkward, horrible elevator music played (for a reason of course). None of the three said anything before the doors once more threw open and a pink ball of fluff jumped in and onto Hiro, screaming about his notebook. Hiro just smiled, either pretending or really listening, Suguru wasn't so sure, K-san just shook his head and continued down the hall before flinging his arm around Sakano, watching the man tense again.

“Let's get down to work! Seguchi-san wants all the bands to have their song in by eight, and no later!” Suguru frowned, yes; he was there for that meeting. Seguchi-san decided that all the bands under his label should turn over a Christmas song for a full CD. It wasn't really Christian or Catholic, being that Japan was only three percent Christian, or rather other. Most were Buddhist, or the older ones still remained Shinto. Though, Christmas had always been celebrated, as a chance to give gifts to the ones the person loves. Suguru could still remember the stories of Hoteiosha(1). Yes, he could remember those mean stories to make sure he was good around the end of the year.

“…I couldn't find it Hiro!” Shuichi's voice wailed as Hiro was walking down the hall with his best friend leeched onto his arm. Suguru tilted his head but followed anyway until they reached the quiet room. K-san was sitting on a rolling chair, glancing at the sound room, as if expecting to find BAD LUCK already inside, doing what they were paid to do. Make music that was, though sometimes Suguru wondered if that's what they did most of the time.

Walking towards his prepared synthesizer, he saw a piece of paper on the keys, just leaking with curiosity to all around. His name was written in horrible Hiragana, and often had been scribbled out because it was misspelled. Ryuichi… Suguru rolled his eyes and plucked the note to see what was written inside. It took a few seconds, but finally it clicked in his head what was written:

Stupid

Nice, he growled. Very professional, that moron was. This little note was supposed to hurt him? Rolling it up in a ball, he chucked it at Shuichi's head, grinned from ear to ear and started playing warm up keys. Shuichi broke out into loud screaming upon reading the note, something about Suguru hated him. Suguru stared up, trying to figure out what the moron was talking about, only to be nose to paper with the word Stupid written on it.

“Really, Suguru-kun, I thought you were most mature out of the bunch. Do I need to find you a corner in this room?” K-san was grinning from ear to ear, and Suguru frowned. Damn, he forgot his name was written on the back. Did they really think he wrote it? Did he seem like that bad of a person?

The little devil and angel conscious said `yes' at once to this thought. Damn, he needed a new image when your mind played games on you.

After a few more minutes, the room quieted down and came into control - a few holes in the wall from K was all that was really needed. The band played in sync together. Finally, around noon, they finished the NG project and had nothing else to do. Shuichi whined quietly on a chair, ignoring the comforting words given by Sakano. Not that they were much help, rather then making all much worse. Suguru was putting his synthesizer away properly when he heard a small chuckle from behind him. Turning, his gaze fell on Hiro, watching the guitarist smiling as he finished tuning his instrument.

“What?” The green haired teenager narrowed his eyes, death glaring at the redhead.

“I really wonder if I can make all things better for Shuichi by telling him that the notebook is in your room. I know it's there, you seem to quiet for it not to be. Besides, how strange it is that Shuichi checked everywhere in the apartment, but your room because you are, and I repeat, `nice enough to not invade someone else's personal space'.” He chuckled.

Suguru felt the threat fall through, but he raised his hand, brushing it off. “Do so. The papers will have an anonymous source of information. I can see it now - `BAD LUCK's vocalist, Shindou Shuichi, first kiss not Yuki-sensei, but his best friend Nakano Hiro!'” He broke out into chuckles at this thought.

“You wouldn't-”

Suguru grinned, standing up. “Maybe I will. Keep your mouth shut, Nakano. I'll return it. I just haven't found the time to.” He stepped towards the crunched up Shuichi, grinning still. “Why don't we go shopping for another notebook? They say when you're busy looking for something, it hides itself, and when you are not, it'll appear!” He smiled cheerful, and Shuichi's face broke into full light.

“Okay!”

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And that was how this all had started. Trying to ease Shuichi from thinking about that stupid notebook until he could return it back to the boy's bedroom (or slyly claim he found it and hold it out to the boy), Suguru had offered to join Shuichi shopping. The streets of Tokyo seemed harder to get through then what it was on a normal day (which was honestly saying something!), but what made it harder was the fact that Suguru was babysitting.

Upon leaving NG, Ryuichi had run into them and decided he wanted to go shopping with “Shu-chan and Stinky”, so Suguru was told to keep both out of trouble. That was like trying to move Mount Fuji; it was just impossible, like taking four toddlers to a store just across from the toy store. It was just impossible.

On second he'd have them both in his sights, then Ryuichi would run off to go see a side market, or Shuichi would take off to go look through the window of a store full of goodies. Several times he'd lost them amongst the crowds, and they ended up finding him before he could figure out where they had walked off to.

After a period of time, the crowds stopped moving and were aligning the side of the roads, and Ryuichi had screamed out that the parade was starting. Suguru had immediately felt like bashing his head into a pole at that point. That was the last thing he really wanted. Oh joy, a parade full of screaming crowds - including Shuichi and Ryuichi. To think, at this point they could easily walk through all the stores without being separated.

“Suguru, come on!” Shuichi cried and Suguru found himself walking towards the equally short vocalist to the front of the crowds where Ryuichi and Kumagorou were reserving them some room to stand. The two childlike boys became obsessed with the colorful clothing and bands going around, talking and laughing as floats came in every now and then. There wasn't that many of them, but still a great amount for any Tokyo festivities. Children started screaming out, enjoying themselves. In those screams were Ryuichi and Shuichi. Soon, Shuichi fell quiet, and in a few seconds, Ryuichi turned to face him, as did Suguru.

Shuichi's blank stare caused both of them to follow the gaze, and Ryuichi gasped out one single name that Suguru didn't want to hear:

“Yuki.”

Just so, the blonde was standing on the other side of the street, his eyes were not on the festivities, but on Shuichi.

The pink haired vocalist stepped back, his hands falling to his lips, and Suguru figured the boy just wanted to scream out for his ex-lover and jump into the man's arms. Actually, just suddenly screaming out that it was Eiri Yuki was starting to look good, but if either Shuichi or Ryuichi cried it out; their voices could likely be identified. Suguru also had the feeling that hard-core BAD LUCK fan's knew his voice as well. Grasping hold of Shuichi and Ryuichi's hands, Suguru decided it was time to leave, and with one last look over his shoulder, he realized that Eiri Yuki was no longer at that post.

With a quick glance back at Shuichi, Suguru released both men's hands and slowed his walking, welcoming the silence. “Do you wanna go home, Shu-chan?” Ryuichi asked, though his voice was muffled some since he was chewing on Kumagorou's ear. Shuichi didn't respond, but stare ahead and continue walking, making the keyboardist think that Shuichi was finally starting to mature and get over his foolish crush on Eiri Yuki.

“Shuichi.” The group turned around as a voice addressed their younger vocalist. Suguru didn't really need to turn around to know that it was Eiri Yuki that had caught their attention. “Stop this foolishness and come with me.” Shuichi didn't move forward though, and Suguru could feel the small boy grasp onto his arm and tighten for support. Eiri was holding his hand out at this point, tempting Shuichi with open arms to return back. Back to the life the vocalist had before. The constant insults. The disrespect. Suguru felt some of his blood boil. He wasn't going to allow Shuichi to ruin his life over some stupid novelist that thought the world owed him something!

“No.” Shuichi shook his head, and Suguru froze, staring at Shuichi with a great amount of shock. “I'm not going home with you!” Shuichi cried out, tears falling from the corner of his eyes. “I-”

Wrapping his arms around Shuichi, Suguru achieved shutting the boy up. “He's not going with you because he's not going to cheat on me.” He reached forward, kissing the side of Shuichi's neck affectionately, feeling Shuichi shudder under the touch. “I please him so much more then you did…” Suguru felt pride form in his chest. Shuichi hadn't pushed him away, and Ryuichi had not said anything stupid yet. He could see Eiri's face go red with anger, but that didn't stop the young keyboardist from having the time of his life. Running his fingers up under Shuichi orange tunic, Suguru played with the soft nubs that were quickly hardening. With his other hand, he touched Shuichi's shocked face to face his own. “Come on, it's just Eiri. I'm sure he doesn't mind a little show.” He said, pressing his lips against Shuichi's.

With that little action, Suguru was jumping with glee on the inside. Not only was this his first kiss, but it was with the person he'd been dreaming about for months. Thousands of thoughts ran through his head, the main one was if he was doing this right. Shuichi had experience. What if the boy didn't think the he was good enough? Suguru pulled away, and glanced to see if Eiri was still there. He was.

Instead of the genuine rage that had been there before their kiss, it was now a mask. Suguru could see the hurt in Eiri's eyes, but he couldn't feel bad for what he had just done. Deep inside, Suguru knew that the cold man deserved to watch them, now seeing that every good thing in his life leaves because of his behavior. Shuichi was going to be safe, and he wasn't planning on ever allowing the pink haired fool to go near this novelist.

The mask of anger and rage once more took over everything on the novelist's face, including his eyes. If Suguru hadn't known him, he would have felt death rising to his sides, but he knew Eiri's behavior far to well, and was able to stand his ground. “Fine.” He turned around, preparing to walk away, but his voice spoke clearly to Suguru and Shuichi. “But remember, Shuichi. Only I know how to please you properly, and judging by that thing you guys called a kiss - you'll be back sooner than you expect.” He walked away, leaving the three on the corner, the crowds and cheers from the parade no longer in their hearing range.

Shuichi just stood there, shock written all over his face, his fingers against his lips. No one could say anything, and Suguru could feel the blood rise to his face quickly, and when he opened his mouth to say something, the pink haired vocalist bolted in the opposite direction that Eiri had turned. Glancing back, Suguru prepared to step forward to run after the boy, but something soft hit him in the back of the head. Clutching the less than fatal wound, Suguru turned and glared at the culprit.

“Damn it! Leave me alone for once!” He screamed at Ryuichi as the man-child bent down to pick up his bunny.

“You big pervert!” Ryuichi slapped Suguru with the pink rabbit again, and on reflex Suguru began to cover his face. Each time the cushioned creature hit him, he'd see black. It didn't hurt or anything, it was very annoying. Reaching up before the next impact, he grabbed Kumagorou's head and began to threaten yanking it off the body. Ryuichi froze, staring in shock at Suguru's white knuckles, tears filling his eyes. “No! Don't hurt Kumagorou!”

“Just leave me alone,” Suguru hissed. Letting go of the rabbit with enough force to have it fall back with its owner, he turned around and ran in the direction that Shuichi had taken off towards, furthering himself from the excessive crying from the older man.

It wasn't more than a block that Suguru found the sulking Shuichi in an alley, scrunched up and still holding his lips at the tips of his fingers. Suguru rolled his eyes, trying to quickly think of something (anything!) to say about what he had just done. He couldn't bring up what Shuichi had written in his notebook, that there was an attraction between the two, nor could he say that it was spur of the moment. Shuichi would feel used. No! This is what I've waited for, a chance to tell Shuichi how I love him enough to protect him from arrogant novelist and perverted fans! A grin took over the green haired boy's face, before vanishing into a concerned look. “Shindou-san, I'm so sorry! That was out of line, I should never have kissed you without permission!” He chose the words wisely, hoping that Shuichi wouldn't ask unnecessary questions.

Shuichi jumped, jerking up to face the person addressing him before looking back down at his knees, fingers pressing against his pink lips. “Then you shouldn't have bothered!” He cried out, covering his face again as more tears fell. “I could have handled Yuki myself!”

“You were doing one hell of a job!” Suguru yelled, fist at his hips. Shuichi stared at him, and both of their eyes remained narrow, full of hate. “If you didn't want it, you could have punched me. Since you weren't complaining, Eiri-san took us seriously, and is gone. He would have been there longer if you just tried talking to him. Knowing you, both of you'd make a scene, and we'd be trapped!”

Standing up, Shuichi's eyes gained a lot of hatred, trying to mask over the tears falling freely. “Right. I never expected you to be the type to just randomly kiss people!”

“Like that hasn't happened to you before!”

“Are you calling me a slut?” Shuichi screamed. Suguru didn't step back, but remained still to gain the high and mighty look. Inside, his nerves shook and scream for him to just back down if he ever wanted anything to do with Shuichi. He opened his mouth to speak, but Shuichi put his palm to Suguru's mouth, stopping any escaping words. Falling to his knees, his shoulders stiffened as he began to cry. “Maybe you're right. I am a no good slut. Even Yuki snuck up on me and took my first kiss.” Suguru shut his mouth himself; so he didn't say `don't you mean Hiro?' he was too good for that.

Scratching his scalp, Suguru collapsed onto his bottom, right next to Shuichi, pulling his own knees to his chest. “You're not a slut.” He finally whispered. “I'm just pissed off that I…” He bit his tongue, trying to keep his secret inside him, but Shuichi's lavender eyes never left him, waiting for the nervous green haired boy to continue his sentence. “Damn it, stop staring!” Suguru growled, wrapping his arms around himself.

“You were saying something. Come on, Suguru!” Shuichi poked the keyboardist sides, trying to get him to talk, but Suguru closed himself off further, not trusting his voice. When Suguru remained quiet, Shuichi did as well, staring up before his voice gasped out. “Lookee Suguru!” He yelled out, and Suguru's eyes widened, about to hit the idiot for screaming too loud. “Some one put mistletoe out! He pointed, and Suguru stared up to where the finger was directed. Yes, on someone's windowsill was mistletoe out in the opening for those that passed by. And of course, that person just had to be Suguru with his pink haired freak. Rolling his eyes, he was about to stand up when Shuichi pulled him down again, and onto warm lips. Suguru couldn't break the surprised expression that had frozen on him, and Shuichi's probing tongue wasn't something he was ready for.

Once more, one thousand thoughts ran through his head. Most being `oh shit! Shuichi's kissing me!' He just wanted to pull Shuichi close and enjoy this kiss, but he couldn't get over it. Shuichi pulled away, standing up on his weak legs. “Nah, sorry Suguru.”

“No!” Suguru grabbed Shuichi's hand, stopping the boy from leaving him alone right there. “You're wrong. I don't go around kissing people, not my first kiss…” He breathed deeply. “I only go around kissing people whom I really, really like.” He couldn't look up to meet Shuichi's eyes. Shame was going through his system, and no matter how many times he had read Shuichi's journal entry about liking him, Suguru felt that he was the only one that couldn't be loved.

A finger pressed under his chin, tilting his face up to see the other's look. “Suguru…” Shuichi whispered, and Suguru placed all his attention on the vocalist, his heart soaring. When had Shuichi looked so mature? So loveable? Licking his lips, Suguru had to flex his hand into a fist, just to control himself from jumping Shuichi then and there. “Do you mean that?” Shuichi whispered, awe-struck, and Suguru could only nod. With a timid smile, one very unlike the vocalist, Shuichi leaned in and captured Suguru's lips, and the green haired keyboardist loved it so very much.

“Did you hear? Sakuma-san is at the parade grounds!” Both men broke apart as two girls' voices broke the mood in the air. Shuichi's face was wide, somewhat scared, and Suguru felt all the blame suddenly land on him.

“Oh my god! I did hear, I also heard that BAD LUCK was with him, Yuki-sensei randomly showed up- `cause Shindou-sama and him were yelling at each other! I know one of the BAD LUCK members kissed Shindou-sama, I bet it was Nakano-san!” They squealed, and Shuichi took off in the direction where they had last left Ryuichi.

With a groan, Suguru followed suit, not as quickly. As he approached he could hear screams for Ryuichi and that Shuichi had arrived. Once more, they accomplished a riot. And like always, they didn't mean it. Standing in wait, Suguru watched as the crowds began to break up as two shots were heard, and in the middle - to Suguru's horror - was a partially dressed K-san, Shuichi, and a bawling Ryuichi.

“I missed something, ne?” Hiro whispered, startling they keyboardist. Turning to look at the guitarist, Suguru blushed at the half-dressed appearance of the flustered Hiro. Glancing towards K-san, then back at Hiro, Suguru felt the blood take over his face. “Uh…” Hiro rubbed his head. “You didn't see me?” He suggested, and Suguru agreed all too quickly.