bunnyfic 44
clearly, i should have deadlines breathing down my neck all the time. :D Another update! Part yet-more-procrastination, part OH GOD I SAID I WOULD FINISH THIS BY NOVEMBER WHY THE HELL DID I SAY THAT KJHJKHJKWE.
...anyway. douzo! 8D;
again, hovering over most of the japanese text (and some romaji this chapter! |D) gives you a translation.
21-K, 53-N. 74-M, M15.
( 44: reap what you sow )
"Nika-chan, Nika-chaaan~♪" Senga called, entirely too loud and awake in Nikaido's opinion.
"What," Nikaido grunted, then grunted again as Senga jumped onto the bed beside him. The light was on in the room. (...already? For how long?)
"Get up, lazyass!" Senga teased, and poked him in the stomach. "Laaazy~!"
Nikaido tried to slap Senga away without moving, but it didn't work too well. "Shut up," he groaned instead, rolling over. Everything ached, and mentally he added carrying deadweight government agents very fast and very far to his list of things to make somebody else do in the future. (Kitayama'd probably already put it on his own list ages ago, that pudgy old bastard.)
There was a moment of blissful silence in which Nikaido was almost able to delude himself into believing that Senga was in fact going to keep his mouth shut. But then, by Nikaido's ear, Senga murmured quietly, "Hey~ we can do lunch?"
His breathy tone made Nikaido question what exactly the definition of 'lunch' even was in Senga's mental dictionary.
"Because it's definitely lunchtime, I think~"
Nikaido twitched himself out of a shiver, and finally cracked an eye open. "What's lunch?" he wanted to know.
Senga grinned at him, sitting back. "Food?" And then his stomach growled and he snickered, shattering Nikaido's illusion of promised sexy.
"Go away, moron!" Nikaido tried to bury himself back under their blankets. "If it's lunch, then bring me some here. I'm not leaving."
"Aren't you?" Senga queried. He sounded amused, but Nikaido wasn't going to fall for it.
"Nope," he said, not looking up.
"Want me to feed you then?" Senga tried instead then, guileless innocence all over his tone.
And again, against his better judgement, Nikaido quashed his first (very strong) instinct to call Senga weird and be all How about no?. After a beat, he rolled over and asked with guarded curiosity, "What if I said maybe?"
Maybe it'd pay off.
(...or maybe he'd just never learn.)
Senga grinned widely. "Well~ we can't eat in here anyway or Yokoo-kun will kill us, so I guess I'll just have to carry you to the dining hall?"
As the words left Senga's mouth, Nikaido felt his stomach lurch from more than dismay. "You can't-AH! What the hell you idiot, stop that! OI!"
It didn't take more than a small tussle for Senga to stand again, triumphant, with Nikaido sitting atop his shoulders as if he weighed no more than his bunny alter ego. "I win!" Senga crowed.
"You win my ass!" Nikaido said, his hands braced against the ceiling for balance. Senga wasn't a giant, but there was still not that much room between him and the white, prefabricated sheeting and the floor above. "You could've smacked my head up here! Put me down!"
"No can do~" Senga laughed, but then squawked as Nikaido slapped his hands over Senga's eyes. "Oi! Oi!"
"How about you put me down and you can have your eyes back, huh?" Nikaido challenged, squishing Senga's head between his thighs while he was at it (just because he could).
"Buu~" Senga pouted, sounding funny through his squashed cheeks. Nikaido felt a moment of impending victory-before it slipped clean through his fingers as Senga started spinning around and around, staggering blindly and coming dangerously close to all the room's fixtures.
"Stop! Nikaido shouted, flailing for balance. He feared for his life like that one time his left skate knocked a connection loose and lost power mid-air, but Senga just laughed through all his protests.
"How about you give me my eyes back or I try find the doorway and forget where to duck?"
"Yeah?" Nikaido said as Senga spun past their bed, and threw his weight backwards. "Duck this."
But his prize landing backfired when Senga failed to let go of his legs, a small lurch the only indication he'd felt Nikaido's weight shift at all.
"...what the hell," Nikaido protested, almost petulant as he hung upside down from Senga's shoulders. Senga, at least, had stopped spinning around now that he could see again.
"Are you okay, Nika?" he asked, and tried to look over his shoulder. But then snickered and blew a raspberry into the side of Nikaido's calf instead.
"Oi, stop!" Nikaido squawked, and kicked his legs.
Senga yelped, digging his fingers in. "You stop! I'll drop you!"
Nikaido stopped. And folded his arms. "So what now? Am I stuck?"
"...sit up," Senga said, and leaned forward a bit. "I can't walk like this."
"Tcht." With effort, Nikaido hauled himself back up to sit atop Senga's shoulders, his abs complaining after yesterday-and-last-night's abuse. "Moron."
*
Senga was a weird ride.
"This isn't even the way to the dining hall," Nikaido said, though he'd given up struggling to be let down (since it'd just made Senga laugh a lot).
"Yup!" Senga agreed. "We're stopping by Hiromii's room~"
Nikaido frowned. "What even for? Who even wants that guy?"
Senga's puppy eyes didn't quite work with the way Nikaido was leaning on his head, but his Tone of Disappointment was still audible. "That's not very nice, you know. Boss Tackey said we should play nice with Hiromii more, because he gets lonely."
"Tcht, as if. Loneliness is Taipi's thing," Nikaido snerked.
"And yours," Senga said, and then grinned when Nikaido squashed his cheeks again in retribution. "But like, you and Taipi make a big deal out of it. Hiromii doesn't. He just sleeps."
"He sleeps because he wants to, moron," Nikaido said.
"Mn~ sometimes," Senga hummed. "But he's been doing it even more lately, but not coming over so much, so I think it's just 'cause sometimes he's got nothing else to do-"
"You mean no one else to do."
"-and so we should keep him company more, okay? Because it sucks being lonely."
"Well... yeah," Nikaido frowned some more. "Obviously. But why start now? Just 'cause Boss Tackey told you to?"
Senga gave him a funny look. "Well, yeah... Obviously."
"Tcht," Nikaido said again, but then was quiet for a moment as Senga kept weaving their slow way through Takizawa's halls. Something about the whole issue didn't sit right with him, and it wasn't just that Kitayama was a pudgy old bastard either. It wasn't jealousy... right? Why should it be? It wasn't.
But then what?
After a bit more deep thought (-and a reminder of why thinking just wasn't his style. Too much effort), it occurred to Nikaido that maybe sharing Senga wasn't the problem so much as being told to share Senga. That was probably it. Yeah...
Probably.
The more Nikaido thought about it, the stupider he found the notion. "...we should'a just done it from the start," he said aloud.
"Hm?" Senga tipped his head back, trying to meet Nikaido's eyes. "Done what?"
"Oi-!" Squirming, Nikaido tightened his hands in Senga's hair. "Look straight! It's weird having my dick in the back of your head."
Senga made an obscene noise and laughed because Nikaido obviously had no problem when said dick was in front of Senga's face instead.
"Shut up," Nikaido told him. "And I told you to stop it! Look straight ahead!"
"Yeah, yeah~" Senga snickered. "But, hey. We should've done what from the start?"
"What?"
"You said..."
"Oh, duh." Nikaido went back to frowning. "I said we should've dragged Kitayama over and stuff. Before. If he was lonely and stuff."
"Yeah?" Senga said, and did a little skip with his feet. "You reckon?"
"Well... yeah," Nikaido said. "Obviously."
"You wouldn't have minded but? Really?" Senga persisted, though his tone was a little more playful now. "You won't mind now? Are you sure~?"
"Quit teasing," Nikaido grumbled. But the truth was that he couldn't really say he wouldn't mind for sure, so he didn't make any stupid promises. "We'll start with lunch and see how it goes," he said, as they arrived at Kitayama's door and Senga set him back on his feet on the floor.
But not without another teasing look. "Lunch, huh?" Senga asked with a smirk, straightening up. "What's lunch?"
"Food, moron," Nikaido rolled his eyes. "Let's just go already." And slapped the door controls to Kitayama's room.
*
Over the course of a few slow seconds, Tamamori became aware of a voice or two as his consciousness re-engaged semi-active status. They were noisy voices, muffled a little. Outside? Inconsequential, he decided, and abandoned strenuous thought in favour of appreciating the hand stroking through his hair.
It was brushing in the right direction, again and again, with gentle fingers that made Tamamori want to melt back into the unconscious realm. "Mm..." he murmured, lingering in the greylands.
The stroking paused then, and a familiar voice made some sort of inquiry. Tamamori frowned, brows drawing a little. Not fair~ he thought. Don't stop.
The familiar voice chuckled softly and the fingers resumed stroking. Tamamori relaxed again, satisfied that his telepathic message had been delivered.
Then the door whooshed open and four things happened at once.
"WAKE THE HELL UP, KITAYAMA," Nikaido yelled, storming in. "YOU'RE-"
"Ooh~" Senga chirped. "Not Hiromii! Hi, guys! Haha, naked!" ("Butt na~ked!" Nikaido cackled, and they high-fived.)
"Yo~!" Miyata grinned and waved.
And Tamamori jerked upright and scrabbled for the blankets and yanked them up to his eyes, demanding in his mind that somebody tell him just how many times he could feel like killing himself in a twelve-hour period.
Then again, he thought, better not to test that limit any more than had been done already. Instead, he tried to steady his racing pulse and threw his darkest morning glare Nikaido's way. "Aren't people supposed to knock at doors?"
"Do they offline?" Nikaido shrugged. "Wouldn't know." He posted his hands on his hips. "Anyway, the point is what are you guys doing here?"
"And we don't mean the leisure activities," Senga clarified, grinning tactlessly at Miyata and Tamamori's current dress code. "But you can tell us about them later if you like."
"Eh, maybe we'll listen," Nikaido said loftily. "I dunno, they don't look like it'll be too interesting to me."
"...what's wrong with you?" Tamamori muttered, and pulled the blankets tighter around his burning cheeks. Not even Miyata reaching back up to stroke his hair again mollified him much.
Especially not when Senga opened his mouth again.
"Ne," he chirped, "is it true you FD'd yourself with a cyber?"
"What?" Nikaido laughed, incredulous. "Are you for real? I figured there was no way Kitayama wasn't bullshitting me."
"Oh my god," Tamamori said.
"Nope?" Senga grinned, "I think Yokoo-kun said-"
"Yup!" Miyata beamed, and flashed them a happy v-sign. "It was our first time, too!"
"Miyacchi!" Tamamori said, mortified.
"Oh, gross!" Nikaido exclaimed, and clapped his hands over his ears. "Why the hell are you so TMI?"
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..."
*
"Aww, Tama-chan. But it got them off track, didn't it?" Miyata grinned, trying to coax Tamamori out from under his blanket shell. "See?"
Loudly, Nikaido squawked and flailed across the room, trying to fend off Senga's ninja butt-pinch attacks (first launched when Nikaido had blocked his ears and thus left himself wide open). The pair of them played like a dog and its tail. It was actually quite entertaining.
"Doesn't matter," Tamamori said vehemently, refusing to emerge. "There's something wrong with you all."
"まぁ～オレは玉ちゃんが好きなとこか、玉ちゃんはマイ・イチバンだと思ってるとこでしょう?" Miyata grinned, and Senga paused where Nikaido was trying to pin him to the floor.
"ウルサイ!" Tamamori snapped from under his shell. "...そんなことがあまり悪くない... と思った. Or something." He poked his head out from under his blankets enough to glare at Miyata.
"Wait, wait!" Senga called. "オールド・ローカルで話すこと出来る、ユー・ガイズ?" and then yelped when Nikaido bit him.
"Eh?"
"Will you bastards talk like NORMAL PEOPLE?" Nikaido glared around the room. "テメのカーちゃんs all デべソ desu yo!"
Miyata folded, laughing 'til his sides hurt while Tamamori and Senga just blinked at each other.
"I hope skate acid liquefies your face," Nikaido said vehemently.
"Excuse you, Nikaido?" Yokoo said from the doorway.
"Watta-!"
"Hush," Yokoo said, and cast a critical eye across the bed.
"よ～横尾さん!" Miyata smiled.
"Get dressed and go see Takizawa," Yokoo said. "You, too, Tamamori." And then he disappeared again. Presumably to lunch.
"...where are your clothes?" Senga asked after a second, tackling the most logical problem first.
"Ah, we put them in the laundry..." Miyata said.
"I'm surprised you didn't just toss them," Nikaido snorted. "Or Tamamori's pants at least." Which earned him another glare from the hacker.
"Hn~" Senga chewed on his lip. "Well if you just left them in the laundry, who knows where they might be by now. And we can't keep Boss Tackey waiting, so-"
"Eh?" Miyata blinked, sitting up. "Clothes theives?"
Senga shrugged, going over to rifle through Kitayama's storage units. "Sharing is caring around here, you know." He pulled out a couple of pairs of baggy pants and tees, and tossed them up onto the bed.
"...so, you share clothes?" Miyata asked, picking a t-shirt up. "These aren't Kitayama's either?"
Tamamori sat tentatively, still hunkered under the blanket.
"Um, not really?" Senga said. "They're his favourites and they fit him, that's why he keeps them here. He did bring some of his own clothes with him from ages back, but half of them kind of ended up at Tottsu's anyway, and so the Guard kind of just helps themselves generally these days. 'Cause they're the same size-ish."
"And 'cause, you know, this door doesn't lock," Nikaido added, jerking his thumb back in indication.
"It doesn't lock?" Tamamori said under his breath, and then, flatly disapproving, eyeing one of the pairs of pants: "These are going to be capris on me."
"I think you'd look good in capris?" Miyata offered.
"You're biased," Tamamori told him.
"Why are you so fussy?" Nikaido rolled his eyes. "Just wear them! We'll go raid Taipi's stuff after."
"I'm not putting on anything that makes me look like a kid on growth hormones," Tamamori said, cheeks flushing again. "You're just going to stand there and laugh!"
"What the hell is your problem!" Nikaido snapped. "Beggars can't be pickers!"
"I'm hardly a beggar!" Tamamori said hotly. But Senga derailed Nikaido's riposte by shimmying out of his own pants in a way that drew all eyes in the room.
"You can wear my pants?" Senga said, offering them Tamamori's way with an amicable grin. "Actually, I stole them from Taipi before. Nika's, too."
"...whatever," Nikaido said. (Well, if Senga had no qualms passing his pants around...) "Here." He climbed out of his own pair and tossed them at Miyata. "They'll probably fit you better, too."
"Aww, everybody here is so nice~" Miyata said, grinning a gap-toothed happy grin as he popped his head out of one of Kitayama's tees. "Thank you!"
Nikaido snorted. "Well, the clothes make the man and stuff," he said with a pointed gesture. "Especially when you're ugly."
"HEY," Tamamori protested, red-faced, but sat up indignantly enough.
"Wasn't talking to you," Nikaido told him.
Miyata laughed.
"I know," Tamamori said. But then his voice dropped to a mutter, as if running out of steam. "Doesn't mean I have to like what you say."
"Aww~ you're defending me!" Miyata grinned, and threw his arms happily around Tamamori's middle.
"Doesn't mean your nose still isn't huge!" Tamamori told him, struggling to climb out of bed and away.
"You two make me sick," Nikaido declared. "Just hurry the hell up and get dressed already!"
"Do you want my tee, too, Tama-chan?" Senga asked, then took the article off unprompted. "Here. Oh! Hi, Taipi~"
*
In the doorway, Fujigaya surveyed the scene before him as his brain picked over its facts.
There was Senga in his boxers, Nikaido without any pants, Miyata also without pants, and Tamamori crouched in a ball behind Kitayama's bed, stark naked. Various other articles of clothing were strewn around the small room.
It made no sense.
Strip janken? Or maybe hadaka no hide-and-seek?
"...do I even want to ask," Fujigaya said, as Kawai began to laugh out in the hall behind him.
"You mean, do you even have to ask?" he leered.
"Shut up, Fumi," Fujigaya said, before turning back to Kitayama's room at large. "I thought Wataru told you to get your asses to the meeting room? How long do you plan to keep Takizawa-sama waiting?"
"We were just sorting out logistics," Nikaido told him, arms crossed.
"Logistics," Fujigaya snorted. "You two-" he gestured at Nikaido and Senga "-take Fumito to the dining hall. No stops along the way; Wataru's waiting. Cyber pair, I am going to close this door for thirteen seconds and you'd better be fully dressed when it opens again. Go," he said. And levelled a glare Nikaido's way when it looked like he was going to argue. "Now."
"Go~iiing," Senga chirped, grabbing Nikaido's arm and collecting Kawai on the way past. ("Taipi gets serious when it comes to Boss Tackey," he whispered not-so-quietly.)
Nikaido blew a raspberry (and shouted back "ちょーウザイよ、太ピー!") before they disappeared around the corner, and Fujigaya sighed, slapping the door controls closed and counting aloud, "Thirteen thousand, twelve thousand, eleven thousand, ten..." in order to avoid thinking about what exactly the older House members all must have done to deserve charges like the ones they had.
1- senga has totally just dragged nikaido and kawai away to lunch in nothing but his boxers. ♥
2- i clearly lied when i said "it'll be done in just one more chapter and a couple' omake" because loool, forgot how much they DON'T SHUT UP when they're all awake in the same place at the same time.
3- i didn't check my japanese so much this time, so heeere's hoping it's mostly okay. :D? miyata's japanese fixed by shimizumiki, ahaha~ xD xD THANK YOU.
4- nikaido can pretty much only swear in Old, because obvs that's the first thing an unwilling language student learns. 8D he probably picked up half of it from yokoo swearing at him during lessons. ♥ (AH, but that yo mama one is a bona fide insult.)
...anyway. douzo! 8D;
again, hovering over most of the japanese text (and some romaji this chapter! |D) gives you a translation.
21-K, 53-N. 74-M, M15.
( 44: reap what you sow )
"Nika-chan, Nika-chaaan~♪" Senga called, entirely too loud and awake in Nikaido's opinion.
"What," Nikaido grunted, then grunted again as Senga jumped onto the bed beside him. The light was on in the room. (...already? For how long?)
"Get up, lazyass!" Senga teased, and poked him in the stomach. "Laaazy~!"
Nikaido tried to slap Senga away without moving, but it didn't work too well. "Shut up," he groaned instead, rolling over. Everything ached, and mentally he added carrying deadweight government agents very fast and very far to his list of things to make somebody else do in the future. (Kitayama'd probably already put it on his own list ages ago, that pudgy old bastard.)
There was a moment of blissful silence in which Nikaido was almost able to delude himself into believing that Senga was in fact going to keep his mouth shut. But then, by Nikaido's ear, Senga murmured quietly, "Hey~ we can do lunch?"
His breathy tone made Nikaido question what exactly the definition of 'lunch' even was in Senga's mental dictionary.
"Because it's definitely lunchtime, I think~"
Nikaido twitched himself out of a shiver, and finally cracked an eye open. "What's lunch?" he wanted to know.
Senga grinned at him, sitting back. "Food?" And then his stomach growled and he snickered, shattering Nikaido's illusion of promised sexy.
"Go away, moron!" Nikaido tried to bury himself back under their blankets. "If it's lunch, then bring me some here. I'm not leaving."
"Aren't you?" Senga queried. He sounded amused, but Nikaido wasn't going to fall for it.
"Nope," he said, not looking up.
"Want me to feed you then?" Senga tried instead then, guileless innocence all over his tone.
And again, against his better judgement, Nikaido quashed his first (very strong) instinct to call Senga weird and be all How about no?. After a beat, he rolled over and asked with guarded curiosity, "What if I said maybe?"
Maybe it'd pay off.
(...or maybe he'd just never learn.)
Senga grinned widely. "Well~ we can't eat in here anyway or Yokoo-kun will kill us, so I guess I'll just have to carry you to the dining hall?"
As the words left Senga's mouth, Nikaido felt his stomach lurch from more than dismay. "You can't-AH! What the hell you idiot, stop that! OI!"
It didn't take more than a small tussle for Senga to stand again, triumphant, with Nikaido sitting atop his shoulders as if he weighed no more than his bunny alter ego. "I win!" Senga crowed.
"You win my ass!" Nikaido said, his hands braced against the ceiling for balance. Senga wasn't a giant, but there was still not that much room between him and the white, prefabricated sheeting and the floor above. "You could've smacked my head up here! Put me down!"
"No can do~" Senga laughed, but then squawked as Nikaido slapped his hands over Senga's eyes. "Oi! Oi!"
"How about you put me down and you can have your eyes back, huh?" Nikaido challenged, squishing Senga's head between his thighs while he was at it (just because he could).
"Buu~" Senga pouted, sounding funny through his squashed cheeks. Nikaido felt a moment of impending victory-before it slipped clean through his fingers as Senga started spinning around and around, staggering blindly and coming dangerously close to all the room's fixtures.
"Stop! Nikaido shouted, flailing for balance. He feared for his life like that one time his left skate knocked a connection loose and lost power mid-air, but Senga just laughed through all his protests.
"How about you give me my eyes back or I try find the doorway and forget where to duck?"
"Yeah?" Nikaido said as Senga spun past their bed, and threw his weight backwards. "Duck this."
But his prize landing backfired when Senga failed to let go of his legs, a small lurch the only indication he'd felt Nikaido's weight shift at all.
"...what the hell," Nikaido protested, almost petulant as he hung upside down from Senga's shoulders. Senga, at least, had stopped spinning around now that he could see again.
"Are you okay, Nika?" he asked, and tried to look over his shoulder. But then snickered and blew a raspberry into the side of Nikaido's calf instead.
"Oi, stop!" Nikaido squawked, and kicked his legs.
Senga yelped, digging his fingers in. "You stop! I'll drop you!"
Nikaido stopped. And folded his arms. "So what now? Am I stuck?"
"...sit up," Senga said, and leaned forward a bit. "I can't walk like this."
"Tcht." With effort, Nikaido hauled himself back up to sit atop Senga's shoulders, his abs complaining after yesterday-and-last-night's abuse. "Moron."
*
Senga was a weird ride.
"This isn't even the way to the dining hall," Nikaido said, though he'd given up struggling to be let down (since it'd just made Senga laugh a lot).
"Yup!" Senga agreed. "We're stopping by Hiromii's room~"
Nikaido frowned. "What even for? Who even wants that guy?"
Senga's puppy eyes didn't quite work with the way Nikaido was leaning on his head, but his Tone of Disappointment was still audible. "That's not very nice, you know. Boss Tackey said we should play nice with Hiromii more, because he gets lonely."
"Tcht, as if. Loneliness is Taipi's thing," Nikaido snerked.
"And yours," Senga said, and then grinned when Nikaido squashed his cheeks again in retribution. "But like, you and Taipi make a big deal out of it. Hiromii doesn't. He just sleeps."
"He sleeps because he wants to, moron," Nikaido said.
"Mn~ sometimes," Senga hummed. "But he's been doing it even more lately, but not coming over so much, so I think it's just 'cause sometimes he's got nothing else to do-"
"You mean no one else to do."
"-and so we should keep him company more, okay? Because it sucks being lonely."
"Well... yeah," Nikaido frowned some more. "Obviously. But why start now? Just 'cause Boss Tackey told you to?"
Senga gave him a funny look. "Well, yeah... Obviously."
"Tcht," Nikaido said again, but then was quiet for a moment as Senga kept weaving their slow way through Takizawa's halls. Something about the whole issue didn't sit right with him, and it wasn't just that Kitayama was a pudgy old bastard either. It wasn't jealousy... right? Why should it be? It wasn't.
But then what?
After a bit more deep thought (-and a reminder of why thinking just wasn't his style. Too much effort), it occurred to Nikaido that maybe sharing Senga wasn't the problem so much as being told to share Senga. That was probably it. Yeah...
Probably.
The more Nikaido thought about it, the stupider he found the notion. "...we should'a just done it from the start," he said aloud.
"Hm?" Senga tipped his head back, trying to meet Nikaido's eyes. "Done what?"
"Oi-!" Squirming, Nikaido tightened his hands in Senga's hair. "Look straight! It's weird having my dick in the back of your head."
Senga made an obscene noise and laughed because Nikaido obviously had no problem when said dick was in front of Senga's face instead.
"Shut up," Nikaido told him. "And I told you to stop it! Look straight ahead!"
"Yeah, yeah~" Senga snickered. "But, hey. We should've done what from the start?"
"What?"
"You said..."
"Oh, duh." Nikaido went back to frowning. "I said we should've dragged Kitayama over and stuff. Before. If he was lonely and stuff."
"Yeah?" Senga said, and did a little skip with his feet. "You reckon?"
"Well... yeah," Nikaido said. "Obviously."
"You wouldn't have minded but? Really?" Senga persisted, though his tone was a little more playful now. "You won't mind now? Are you sure~?"
"Quit teasing," Nikaido grumbled. But the truth was that he couldn't really say he wouldn't mind for sure, so he didn't make any stupid promises. "We'll start with lunch and see how it goes," he said, as they arrived at Kitayama's door and Senga set him back on his feet on the floor.
But not without another teasing look. "Lunch, huh?" Senga asked with a smirk, straightening up. "What's lunch?"
"Food, moron," Nikaido rolled his eyes. "Let's just go already." And slapped the door controls to Kitayama's room.
*
Over the course of a few slow seconds, Tamamori became aware of a voice or two as his consciousness re-engaged semi-active status. They were noisy voices, muffled a little. Outside? Inconsequential, he decided, and abandoned strenuous thought in favour of appreciating the hand stroking through his hair.
It was brushing in the right direction, again and again, with gentle fingers that made Tamamori want to melt back into the unconscious realm. "Mm..." he murmured, lingering in the greylands.
The stroking paused then, and a familiar voice made some sort of inquiry. Tamamori frowned, brows drawing a little. Not fair~ he thought. Don't stop.
The familiar voice chuckled softly and the fingers resumed stroking. Tamamori relaxed again, satisfied that his telepathic message had been delivered.
Then the door whooshed open and four things happened at once.
"WAKE THE HELL UP, KITAYAMA," Nikaido yelled, storming in. "YOU'RE-"
"Ooh~" Senga chirped. "Not Hiromii! Hi, guys! Haha, naked!" ("Butt na~ked!" Nikaido cackled, and they high-fived.)
"Yo~!" Miyata grinned and waved.
And Tamamori jerked upright and scrabbled for the blankets and yanked them up to his eyes, demanding in his mind that somebody tell him just how many times he could feel like killing himself in a twelve-hour period.
Then again, he thought, better not to test that limit any more than had been done already. Instead, he tried to steady his racing pulse and threw his darkest morning glare Nikaido's way. "Aren't people supposed to knock at doors?"
"Do they offline?" Nikaido shrugged. "Wouldn't know." He posted his hands on his hips. "Anyway, the point is what are you guys doing here?"
"And we don't mean the leisure activities," Senga clarified, grinning tactlessly at Miyata and Tamamori's current dress code. "But you can tell us about them later if you like."
"Eh, maybe we'll listen," Nikaido said loftily. "I dunno, they don't look like it'll be too interesting to me."
"...what's wrong with you?" Tamamori muttered, and pulled the blankets tighter around his burning cheeks. Not even Miyata reaching back up to stroke his hair again mollified him much.
Especially not when Senga opened his mouth again.
"Ne," he chirped, "is it true you FD'd yourself with a cyber?"
"What?" Nikaido laughed, incredulous. "Are you for real? I figured there was no way Kitayama wasn't bullshitting me."
"Oh my god," Tamamori said.
"Nope?" Senga grinned, "I think Yokoo-kun said-"
"Yup!" Miyata beamed, and flashed them a happy v-sign. "It was our first time, too!"
"Miyacchi!" Tamamori said, mortified.
"Oh, gross!" Nikaido exclaimed, and clapped his hands over his ears. "Why the hell are you so TMI?"
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..."
*
"Aww, Tama-chan. But it got them off track, didn't it?" Miyata grinned, trying to coax Tamamori out from under his blanket shell. "See?"
Loudly, Nikaido squawked and flailed across the room, trying to fend off Senga's ninja butt-pinch attacks (first launched when Nikaido had blocked his ears and thus left himself wide open). The pair of them played like a dog and its tail. It was actually quite entertaining.
"Doesn't matter," Tamamori said vehemently, refusing to emerge. "There's something wrong with you all."
"まぁ～オレは玉ちゃんが好きなとこか、玉ちゃんはマイ・イチバンだと思ってるとこでしょう?" Miyata grinned, and Senga paused where Nikaido was trying to pin him to the floor.
"ウルサイ!" Tamamori snapped from under his shell. "...そんなことがあまり悪くない... と思った. Or something." He poked his head out from under his blankets enough to glare at Miyata.
"Wait, wait!" Senga called. "オールド・ローカルで話すこと出来る、ユー・ガイズ?" and then yelped when Nikaido bit him.
"Eh?"
"Will you bastards talk like NORMAL PEOPLE?" Nikaido glared around the room. "テメのカーちゃんs all デべソ desu yo!"
Miyata folded, laughing 'til his sides hurt while Tamamori and Senga just blinked at each other.
"I hope skate acid liquefies your face," Nikaido said vehemently.
"Excuse you, Nikaido?" Yokoo said from the doorway.
"Watta-!"
"Hush," Yokoo said, and cast a critical eye across the bed.
"よ～横尾さん!" Miyata smiled.
"Get dressed and go see Takizawa," Yokoo said. "You, too, Tamamori." And then he disappeared again. Presumably to lunch.
"...where are your clothes?" Senga asked after a second, tackling the most logical problem first.
"Ah, we put them in the laundry..." Miyata said.
"I'm surprised you didn't just toss them," Nikaido snorted. "Or Tamamori's pants at least." Which earned him another glare from the hacker.
"Hn~" Senga chewed on his lip. "Well if you just left them in the laundry, who knows where they might be by now. And we can't keep Boss Tackey waiting, so-"
"Eh?" Miyata blinked, sitting up. "Clothes theives?"
Senga shrugged, going over to rifle through Kitayama's storage units. "Sharing is caring around here, you know." He pulled out a couple of pairs of baggy pants and tees, and tossed them up onto the bed.
"...so, you share clothes?" Miyata asked, picking a t-shirt up. "These aren't Kitayama's either?"
Tamamori sat tentatively, still hunkered under the blanket.
"Um, not really?" Senga said. "They're his favourites and they fit him, that's why he keeps them here. He did bring some of his own clothes with him from ages back, but half of them kind of ended up at Tottsu's anyway, and so the Guard kind of just helps themselves generally these days. 'Cause they're the same size-ish."
"And 'cause, you know, this door doesn't lock," Nikaido added, jerking his thumb back in indication.
"It doesn't lock?" Tamamori said under his breath, and then, flatly disapproving, eyeing one of the pairs of pants: "These are going to be capris on me."
"I think you'd look good in capris?" Miyata offered.
"You're biased," Tamamori told him.
"Why are you so fussy?" Nikaido rolled his eyes. "Just wear them! We'll go raid Taipi's stuff after."
"I'm not putting on anything that makes me look like a kid on growth hormones," Tamamori said, cheeks flushing again. "You're just going to stand there and laugh!"
"What the hell is your problem!" Nikaido snapped. "Beggars can't be pickers!"
"I'm hardly a beggar!" Tamamori said hotly. But Senga derailed Nikaido's riposte by shimmying out of his own pants in a way that drew all eyes in the room.
"You can wear my pants?" Senga said, offering them Tamamori's way with an amicable grin. "Actually, I stole them from Taipi before. Nika's, too."
"...whatever," Nikaido said. (Well, if Senga had no qualms passing his pants around...) "Here." He climbed out of his own pair and tossed them at Miyata. "They'll probably fit you better, too."
"Aww, everybody here is so nice~" Miyata said, grinning a gap-toothed happy grin as he popped his head out of one of Kitayama's tees. "Thank you!"
Nikaido snorted. "Well, the clothes make the man and stuff," he said with a pointed gesture. "Especially when you're ugly."
"HEY," Tamamori protested, red-faced, but sat up indignantly enough.
"Wasn't talking to you," Nikaido told him.
Miyata laughed.
"I know," Tamamori said. But then his voice dropped to a mutter, as if running out of steam. "Doesn't mean I have to like what you say."
"Aww~ you're defending me!" Miyata grinned, and threw his arms happily around Tamamori's middle.
"Doesn't mean your nose still isn't huge!" Tamamori told him, struggling to climb out of bed and away.
"You two make me sick," Nikaido declared. "Just hurry the hell up and get dressed already!"
"Do you want my tee, too, Tama-chan?" Senga asked, then took the article off unprompted. "Here. Oh! Hi, Taipi~"
*
In the doorway, Fujigaya surveyed the scene before him as his brain picked over its facts.
There was Senga in his boxers, Nikaido without any pants, Miyata also without pants, and Tamamori crouched in a ball behind Kitayama's bed, stark naked. Various other articles of clothing were strewn around the small room.
It made no sense.
Strip janken? Or maybe hadaka no hide-and-seek?
"...do I even want to ask," Fujigaya said, as Kawai began to laugh out in the hall behind him.
"You mean, do you even have to ask?" he leered.
"Shut up, Fumi," Fujigaya said, before turning back to Kitayama's room at large. "I thought Wataru told you to get your asses to the meeting room? How long do you plan to keep Takizawa-sama waiting?"
"We were just sorting out logistics," Nikaido told him, arms crossed.
"Logistics," Fujigaya snorted. "You two-" he gestured at Nikaido and Senga "-take Fumito to the dining hall. No stops along the way; Wataru's waiting. Cyber pair, I am going to close this door for thirteen seconds and you'd better be fully dressed when it opens again. Go," he said. And levelled a glare Nikaido's way when it looked like he was going to argue. "Now."
"Go~iiing," Senga chirped, grabbing Nikaido's arm and collecting Kawai on the way past. ("Taipi gets serious when it comes to Boss Tackey," he whispered not-so-quietly.)
Nikaido blew a raspberry (and shouted back "ちょーウザイよ、太ピー!") before they disappeared around the corner, and Fujigaya sighed, slapping the door controls closed and counting aloud, "Thirteen thousand, twelve thousand, eleven thousand, ten..." in order to avoid thinking about what exactly the older House members all must have done to deserve charges like the ones they had.
1- senga has totally just dragged nikaido and kawai away to lunch in nothing but his boxers. ♥
2- i clearly lied when i said "it'll be done in just one more chapter and a couple' omake" because loool, forgot how much they DON'T SHUT UP when they're all awake in the same place at the same time.
3- i didn't check my japanese so much this time, so heeere's hoping it's mostly okay. :D? miyata's japanese fixed by shimizumiki, ahaha~ xD xD THANK YOU.
4- nikaido can pretty much only swear in Old, because obvs that's the first thing an unwilling language student learns. 8D he probably picked up half of it from yokoo swearing at him during lessons. ♥ (AH, but that yo mama one is a bona fide insult.)