eternity » when in rome...
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notes: really out of character. i'm out of practice.
Hito, poor soul, had the unfortunate luck to be stranded with Shin in a hotel a few miles away from home. The two had originally intended to go hunting that night, but Shin had a spur of the moment decision, and the two went-to Hito’s dismay-to a club instead. Shin was so drunk that he’d completely forgotten how to seduce pretty women. Hito just wished that Icarus would magically show up before he killed himself in despair.
See, Shin still knew how to seduce pretty men-that was the problem.
“Heeeyyyy, handsome,” Shin drawled out, smiling a dazzling smile at Hito. Hito felt rather blinded by the teeth and half-shut his eyes to keep out the strong light. Why did the hotel have to have such bright lighting, he wondered. Why? WHY?
“What?” he replied warily, kitchen knife in hand. Shin just continued to smile creepily, advancing towards him, wrapping his arms around Hito (who died a little), unbuttoning his shirt ever…so…slowly.
Hito had to bite his lips to keep from screaming. If he screamed, Shin would turn into a murdering, rampaging vampire-still creepy-and then run him through with the kitchen knife in his hand. So Hito was forced to remain silent, sort of. “Shin?” he asked, averting his eyes from Shin’s blinding white teeth.
“Don’t talk, Shuichi,” Shin said softly, closing his eyes and leaning down to press his lips against-against-
Hito scrambled backwards, panicking. Usually he didn’t panic, but there were always exceptions to the “usually”, and a creepy Shin would cause anyone to panic, even Gumi. “I don’t know what kind of sick, twisted love affair you’re having with Shuichi, but-”
“I want you,” Shin said, so solemnly that Hito wondered for a second if he was really drunk. “I want you…now.”
Hito pulled out his phone, took the opportunity to dial with one slender hand, while the other slammed Shin into the bed so that he was lying dazedly, mumbling about pancakes. Hito took the momentary distraction to call Icarus. “Help me!” he almost cried. Almost. He wasn’t quite panicked enough to cry anything.
“What?” came Icarus’s voice. In the background Hito heard Yume whispering sweet things into Icarus’s ear-then further in the background, Gumi and Shuichi having a loud argument about broomsticks and pancakes.
“Shin’s trying to molest me! He thinks I’m Shuichi, for something reason!”
To his dismay, Icarus burst into laughter. “What are you talking about? Shin doesn’t want to molest Shu…”
“You’d be surprised,” Gumi and Shu chorused, coming to a momentary stalemate. Icarus stopped laughing immediately, like he’d just been punched. An awkward pause followed.
“You are so lucky,” Gumi sighed Icarus as Shuichi lunged for the phone, yelling at Hito to put Shin on, “You don’t know what it’s like to be molested by Shin.”
“NO, WE DID NOT MAKE OUT IN YOUR BED LAST NIGHT,” Shuichi was half-mad, blushing like a tomato, “I LIKE GIRLS-oh, this is useless, I need to talk to Hito.”
“Hito’s…currently unavailable,” Shin’s voice said silkily.
Icarus raised an eyebrow as Gumi’s eyes widened with the effort of stifling her laughter.
“Shin, you must be fantasizing about Yume,” Shuichi finally said after a long silence. Icarus twitched and grabbed the phone out of Shuichi’s hands, yelling loudly,
“KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER, YAMADA, OR ELSE.”
“I’ll bet you ten bucks Shin gets a black eye the second he walks through the door,” Gumi offered to Shuichi, who shook on it.
“Ten bucks says Shin gets a black eye and a broken bone.”
“You’re on.”
“Ohhh Shuichi,” Shin cooed into the phone, elbow pinning Hito onto the bed at a sensitive spot in his elbow (poor Hito had given up and died, lying senseless on top of the covers), “You don’t know how much I…”
“Shin.”
“Yes?” smilingly.
“How drunk are you?” the phone asked skeptically.
“I am not drunk!” Shin cried indignantly, while he absentmindedly worked his way down Hito’s shirt, “I am cold stone sober!”
A pause.
“What color are Gumi’s eyes?” Shuichi asked.
“Hmm…I think…strawberry banana?”
Shuichi slammed the phone shut, eyebrow twitching madly. He proceeded to throw the phone out the window into the rose bushes-they were in Yume’s room. When he turned around, Gumi was smirking, having evidently triumphed over something.
Shuichi eyed Gumi suspiciously.
Gumi laughed.
Shuichi backed towards the wall; Yume backed out of the room entirely, looking fearful; Icarus dove out the window to retrieve his phone (and to escape the suddenly uncomfortable atmosphere). Gumi laughed creepily, in a way that made Shuichi suddenly think that Shin was advancing towards him.
“Was that Shin?” she asked in a low voice, hands behind her back.
“No…it was…Shin,” Shuichi was shaking violently.
“Hmm,” Gumi said thoughtfully, “That bad, huh?”
“He told me he wanted to shove his tongue down my throat!” Shuichi all but screamed out, too preoccupied in his tragedy now to notice Gumi getting closer still, a creepy, Shin-esque smile on her face.
“Hey, Shu?” she purred.
Shuichi looked up, alarmed.
“You know what I wanna do?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and (Shuichi thought) flickering her eyes towards the bed. She actually didn’t, but Shuichi thought she did.
“N-not…really?” he squeaked.
a few minutes ago
“I wanna crush you against the wall and run my hands all over your body,” Shin whispered to Shuichi, looking through the hotel cabinet to see if they had any cookies.
“That’s…umm…nice,” Shuichi’s voice quivered.
“I want you,” Shin repeated.
“Err…th-thank you?”
“I want you.”
Shuichi took the cue to hang up. Shin, completely unfazed, kept talking.
“Shuuu,” Gumi purred, staring straight into Shuichi’s eyes, one hand out to support herself against the wall.
“PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD,” Shuichi said desperately, “Please do not crush me against the…walll…”
Gumi laughed again. “It’s a bit late for that,” still staring into his eyes as her other hand made contact with the wall as well with a slam.
His eyes narrowed. “Are you drunk?”
“Nope!” she announced cheerfully. His eyebrow twitched. Against his better judgment, he realized that her eyes were so green…and her scent was still…
Gumi leaned in, closing her eyes. Against his will, Shuichi did the same, but…
His hands were burning. And she didn’t kiss him. When he opened his eyes to look perplexedly at her, she was grinning widely, waving the glue gun in her hand…glue gun? He realized that his hands were stuck to the wall-eyes turned on Gumi, smoldering with fury. Gumi laughed.
“You never sleep in your bed, see, and it’s a shame, because it’s so soft,” she explained, and then left, laughing madly. Shuichi fumed for a few minutes. This had been a ploy to get his bed-his really really soft comfortable bed?! The one he saved for the most special of naps?
“SCREW YOU, MEGUMI!”
Shin blinked, opening his eyes and sitting up in bed. He realized that his shirt had been thrown somewhere in the room during the night-which was a blur, although he thought he remembered taking someone’s shirt off-and looked around to locate it. “Sakamoto-chan?” he asked hopefully.
Someone was in the same bed, someone with dark hair. Sakamoto-chan had dark hair, he recalled.
Then, a second later, Hito rolled over and opened his eyes. Shin’s eyes widened and he let out a strangled, choking sort of noise. Hito’s eyes roved around the room as well, looking for his shirt-Shin had a sudden sinking feeling.
“Are you-are you wearing pants?” he asked, choking.
Hito nodded with a ‘duh’ sort of expression on his face. Then he realized that he was in Shin’s bed and leapt out as if the thing was filled with snakes. Shin was frowning and blushing.
“Why-why were you in my bed?” he asked.
“I dunno…but I think I saw what heaven looked like,” Hito shrugged, “I’m leaving.” And he walked out of the room, tugging his shirt down over his head. Which left Shin to pay-oh, this was bad.
Shuichi opened his eyes too. He’d gotten about two hours of sleep, and his body hurt. Then he remembered why-he was still glued to the wall. Shin’s face swam into focus.
“Morning, Shu,” Shin said sunnily, “Did Icarus do this to you?”
“NO, IT WAS MEGUMI,” Shuichi growled, immediately, pouring out a torrent of complaints to Shin, about how Gumi had pretended to molest him to glue him to the wall, and how she’d stolen his special really soft bed, but Shin just laughed.
Shuichi’s eyebrow twitched.
“She did?” Shin asked in surprised, although he didn’t sound too upset.
“YES.”
“Oh, well, I taught her well then,” Shin said airily, “She wanted to nail you through, actually, but then we decided that my method would make you more mentally unsettled. Where is she, anyways?”
“ASLEEP.” In my bed, he thought furiously.
“Ah, well. Have a nice day,” Shin said, turning to leave.
“WAIT, YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE ME HERE-WHAT ABOUT YUME?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about her,” Shin said, pausing, “She sleeps in Icarus’s room. And I suppose I owe you something.”
“…” Shuichi fumed.
Shin kissed him. “There! Now we’re even!”
OMAKE
“Gumi-chan, it’s been a few hours,” Yume said worriedly, peering at Shuichi. Gumi was inspecting the glue. “Shouldn’t you…”
Gumi looked at Shuichi’s face. It was frozen in horror. Then she laughed.
-OWARI-
notes: really out of character. i'm out of practice.
Hito, poor soul, had the unfortunate luck to be stranded with Shin in a hotel a few miles away from home. The two had originally intended to go hunting that night, but Shin had a spur of the moment decision, and the two went-to Hito’s dismay-to a club instead. Shin was so drunk that he’d completely forgotten how to seduce pretty women. Hito just wished that Icarus would magically show up before he killed himself in despair.
See, Shin still knew how to seduce pretty men-that was the problem.
“Heeeyyyy, handsome,” Shin drawled out, smiling a dazzling smile at Hito. Hito felt rather blinded by the teeth and half-shut his eyes to keep out the strong light. Why did the hotel have to have such bright lighting, he wondered. Why? WHY?
“What?” he replied warily, kitchen knife in hand. Shin just continued to smile creepily, advancing towards him, wrapping his arms around Hito (who died a little), unbuttoning his shirt ever…so…slowly.
Hito had to bite his lips to keep from screaming. If he screamed, Shin would turn into a murdering, rampaging vampire-still creepy-and then run him through with the kitchen knife in his hand. So Hito was forced to remain silent, sort of. “Shin?” he asked, averting his eyes from Shin’s blinding white teeth.
“Don’t talk, Shuichi,” Shin said softly, closing his eyes and leaning down to press his lips against-against-
Hito scrambled backwards, panicking. Usually he didn’t panic, but there were always exceptions to the “usually”, and a creepy Shin would cause anyone to panic, even Gumi. “I don’t know what kind of sick, twisted love affair you’re having with Shuichi, but-”
“I want you,” Shin said, so solemnly that Hito wondered for a second if he was really drunk. “I want you…now.”
Hito pulled out his phone, took the opportunity to dial with one slender hand, while the other slammed Shin into the bed so that he was lying dazedly, mumbling about pancakes. Hito took the momentary distraction to call Icarus. “Help me!” he almost cried. Almost. He wasn’t quite panicked enough to cry anything.
“What?” came Icarus’s voice. In the background Hito heard Yume whispering sweet things into Icarus’s ear-then further in the background, Gumi and Shuichi having a loud argument about broomsticks and pancakes.
“Shin’s trying to molest me! He thinks I’m Shuichi, for something reason!”
To his dismay, Icarus burst into laughter. “What are you talking about? Shin doesn’t want to molest Shu…”
“You’d be surprised,” Gumi and Shu chorused, coming to a momentary stalemate. Icarus stopped laughing immediately, like he’d just been punched. An awkward pause followed.
“You are so lucky,” Gumi sighed Icarus as Shuichi lunged for the phone, yelling at Hito to put Shin on, “You don’t know what it’s like to be molested by Shin.”
“NO, WE DID NOT MAKE OUT IN YOUR BED LAST NIGHT,” Shuichi was half-mad, blushing like a tomato, “I LIKE GIRLS-oh, this is useless, I need to talk to Hito.”
“Hito’s…currently unavailable,” Shin’s voice said silkily.
Icarus raised an eyebrow as Gumi’s eyes widened with the effort of stifling her laughter.
“Shin, you must be fantasizing about Yume,” Shuichi finally said after a long silence. Icarus twitched and grabbed the phone out of Shuichi’s hands, yelling loudly,
“KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER, YAMADA, OR ELSE.”
“I’ll bet you ten bucks Shin gets a black eye the second he walks through the door,” Gumi offered to Shuichi, who shook on it.
“Ten bucks says Shin gets a black eye and a broken bone.”
“You’re on.”
“Ohhh Shuichi,” Shin cooed into the phone, elbow pinning Hito onto the bed at a sensitive spot in his elbow (poor Hito had given up and died, lying senseless on top of the covers), “You don’t know how much I…”
“Shin.”
“Yes?” smilingly.
“How drunk are you?” the phone asked skeptically.
“I am not drunk!” Shin cried indignantly, while he absentmindedly worked his way down Hito’s shirt, “I am cold stone sober!”
A pause.
“What color are Gumi’s eyes?” Shuichi asked.
“Hmm…I think…strawberry banana?”
Shuichi slammed the phone shut, eyebrow twitching madly. He proceeded to throw the phone out the window into the rose bushes-they were in Yume’s room. When he turned around, Gumi was smirking, having evidently triumphed over something.
Shuichi eyed Gumi suspiciously.
Gumi laughed.
Shuichi backed towards the wall; Yume backed out of the room entirely, looking fearful; Icarus dove out the window to retrieve his phone (and to escape the suddenly uncomfortable atmosphere). Gumi laughed creepily, in a way that made Shuichi suddenly think that Shin was advancing towards him.
“Was that Shin?” she asked in a low voice, hands behind her back.
“No…it was…Shin,” Shuichi was shaking violently.
“Hmm,” Gumi said thoughtfully, “That bad, huh?”
“He told me he wanted to shove his tongue down my throat!” Shuichi all but screamed out, too preoccupied in his tragedy now to notice Gumi getting closer still, a creepy, Shin-esque smile on her face.
“Hey, Shu?” she purred.
Shuichi looked up, alarmed.
“You know what I wanna do?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and (Shuichi thought) flickering her eyes towards the bed. She actually didn’t, but Shuichi thought she did.
“N-not…really?” he squeaked.
a few minutes ago
“I wanna crush you against the wall and run my hands all over your body,” Shin whispered to Shuichi, looking through the hotel cabinet to see if they had any cookies.
“That’s…umm…nice,” Shuichi’s voice quivered.
“I want you,” Shin repeated.
“Err…th-thank you?”
“I want you.”
Shuichi took the cue to hang up. Shin, completely unfazed, kept talking.
“Shuuu,” Gumi purred, staring straight into Shuichi’s eyes, one hand out to support herself against the wall.
“PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD,” Shuichi said desperately, “Please do not crush me against the…walll…”
Gumi laughed again. “It’s a bit late for that,” still staring into his eyes as her other hand made contact with the wall as well with a slam.
His eyes narrowed. “Are you drunk?”
“Nope!” she announced cheerfully. His eyebrow twitched. Against his better judgment, he realized that her eyes were so green…and her scent was still…
Gumi leaned in, closing her eyes. Against his will, Shuichi did the same, but…
His hands were burning. And she didn’t kiss him. When he opened his eyes to look perplexedly at her, she was grinning widely, waving the glue gun in her hand…glue gun? He realized that his hands were stuck to the wall-eyes turned on Gumi, smoldering with fury. Gumi laughed.
“You never sleep in your bed, see, and it’s a shame, because it’s so soft,” she explained, and then left, laughing madly. Shuichi fumed for a few minutes. This had been a ploy to get his bed-his really really soft comfortable bed?! The one he saved for the most special of naps?
“SCREW YOU, MEGUMI!”
Shin blinked, opening his eyes and sitting up in bed. He realized that his shirt had been thrown somewhere in the room during the night-which was a blur, although he thought he remembered taking someone’s shirt off-and looked around to locate it. “Sakamoto-chan?” he asked hopefully.
Someone was in the same bed, someone with dark hair. Sakamoto-chan had dark hair, he recalled.
Then, a second later, Hito rolled over and opened his eyes. Shin’s eyes widened and he let out a strangled, choking sort of noise. Hito’s eyes roved around the room as well, looking for his shirt-Shin had a sudden sinking feeling.
“Are you-are you wearing pants?” he asked, choking.
Hito nodded with a ‘duh’ sort of expression on his face. Then he realized that he was in Shin’s bed and leapt out as if the thing was filled with snakes. Shin was frowning and blushing.
“Why-why were you in my bed?” he asked.
“I dunno…but I think I saw what heaven looked like,” Hito shrugged, “I’m leaving.” And he walked out of the room, tugging his shirt down over his head. Which left Shin to pay-oh, this was bad.
Shuichi opened his eyes too. He’d gotten about two hours of sleep, and his body hurt. Then he remembered why-he was still glued to the wall. Shin’s face swam into focus.
“Morning, Shu,” Shin said sunnily, “Did Icarus do this to you?”
“NO, IT WAS MEGUMI,” Shuichi growled, immediately, pouring out a torrent of complaints to Shin, about how Gumi had pretended to molest him to glue him to the wall, and how she’d stolen his special really soft bed, but Shin just laughed.
Shuichi’s eyebrow twitched.
“She did?” Shin asked in surprised, although he didn’t sound too upset.
“YES.”
“Oh, well, I taught her well then,” Shin said airily, “She wanted to nail you through, actually, but then we decided that my method would make you more mentally unsettled. Where is she, anyways?”
“ASLEEP.” In my bed, he thought furiously.
“Ah, well. Have a nice day,” Shin said, turning to leave.
“WAIT, YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE ME HERE-WHAT ABOUT YUME?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about her,” Shin said, pausing, “She sleeps in Icarus’s room. And I suppose I owe you something.”
“…” Shuichi fumed.
Shin kissed him. “There! Now we’re even!”
OMAKE
“Gumi-chan, it’s been a few hours,” Yume said worriedly, peering at Shuichi. Gumi was inspecting the glue. “Shouldn’t you…”
Gumi looked at Shuichi’s face. It was frozen in horror. Then she laughed.
-OWARI-