Six Inches Under: K8
Title: Six Inches Under
Pairing: Yasu/Baru, with some Ohkura/Ryo, Yoko/Hina and Maru/Uchi.
Notes: The second chocolate fic. Sequel, alsom to Bugs (aka Shota and Subs' first fight).
It was a sombre occasion. All of KanJani had gathered in the tiny patch of yard attached to Subaru’s apartment complex. Even Uchi had managed to make an appearance.
In the middle of the small huddle was a small hole, six inches deep.
Finally Subaru spoke, reading awkwardly from a small slip of paper emblazoned with Yasu’s scrawl.
“Um, we’re gathered here today to mourn the passing of Mr Cockroach. He...Shota, do I really have to read all this?”
Shota shot Subaru a death glare that reminded him he’d be getting no more cuddles or anything else until he’d done this. The singer sighed.
“Mr Cockroach lived a wonderful life with all his family, until his time was mercilessly cut short by a cruel...Shota, is all this entirely necessary?”
Ryo started coughing, which sounded suspiciously like it had started as a snicker. Yoko shifted uncomfortably. Shota began to tear up.
“Bring him out.” The guitarist sniffled.
Uchi stepped forward with a small box, holding it as far away from his body as possible, whimpering as quietly as he could and shooting pleading glances at Maru. It had been Subaru’s brilliant idea to make the baby carry the cockroach’s coffin, although he’d gotten Hina to suggest it to Yasuda so Yasu wouldn’t think he was just trying to get out of pall bearing duty. Besides, they all still liked coming up with creative ways to punish their young miscreant.
Subaru sighed as he watched Uchi gingerly bend down to place the box in the hole. He’s spent hours making the damn box. He’d tried using a matchbox, but the cockroach was a little bit bigger than that, and Yasu had actually slapped him when he’d been caught trying to squash it in. And so he’d been forced to spend two precious hours carefully constructing a little cockroach coffin out of balsa wood, craft glue, and sequins.
Suddenly there was a loud shriek and Uchi jumped three feet in the air and burst into tears. The word
“Spider” had barely escaped his lips before the unfortunate arachnid met with Maru’s shoe. A small squeak escaped the bassist’s throat. Shota screamed and burst into tears, turning to Hina to sob into his chest. Hina gave Maru a look that hit him as hard as his hand would have, had it not been wrapped around the guitarist’s heaving shoulders. Ryo hid a smirk. Shyly, Ohkura spoke up.
“Well maybe it’s better that way - quick and painless, unlike the agonising death of pesti...”
The three Ossans glared and he promptly shut up. Maru wiped his shoe off on a rock while Shota still wasn’t looking.
“Come on Shota.” Hina soothed, patting the guitarist’s hair and thumbing a tear from his cheek. He glanced over to his own boyfriend for support, but met with only a stroppy glare. “Let’s get Mr Cockroach his proper funeral.”
Shota nodded and allowed himself to be pried off the dancer’s torso, now soaked with tears. He quietly edged up to the eldest, who was still looking pissed off. The entire thing was taking far too long for Yoko’s liking. Also, Hina had promised him a hand job afterwards if he behaved himself and didn’t make Shota cry, and he really wanted it to be afterwards now.
“Can I borrow something please, Kimi?”
“Huh?”
“I have something blue, something old, and something new, but I need something borrowed.”
“Shota!” Subaru exclaimed. “That’s for weddings!”
“But...” Shota began sobbing again, “Mr Cockroach won’t know that.”
Reluctantly, Yoko dug his hands into his pockets, groping around for a little while before producing a packet of tissues.
“Will this do?” He asked. Shota looked touched.
“Thank you.” He whispered.
The packet of tissues was set in the ground, beside an old plectrum, a blue flower and some shiny streamers from the cannons at their concerts. Hina handed Uchi a trowel, and this time youngest made no effort to hide that he was on the verge of tears as he began shovelling earth back into the hole. As soon as he’d patted the last of the dirt down, he immediately ran back to the safety of the bassist’s strong, bug-killing arms.
Shota knelt down and pushed a little cross he’d fashioned himself out of sparkly fabric, paddle pop sticks and a broken guitar string into the ground at the head of the grave. He bowed his head and prayed for the departed soul of the insect before standing up. Subaru let him have a minute of respectful silence before raising his voice.
“So, does this mean you’ll have sex with me again now?”
Shota turned on his heel and strode indignantly upstairs.
“Uh, there’s sort of a wake thing upstairs. Just some drinks and nibblies.”
Maru was the first to move, taking the baby’s hand and leading him away from the garden, for which Uchi seemed greatly relieved. Hina placed a hand against his lover’s back and not-too-gently steered him towards the door, muttering a cursory
“Later” when the eldest threatened to open his mouth. Ryo and Ohkura managed to stop trying to surreptitiously grope each other long enough to notice they were supposed to follow everyone else indoors, and did so.
Subaru found Shota in the kitchen, busying himself with preparing tea. As was typical of him, he was so absorbed in his craft that he didn’t notice the singer until Subaru wrapped his arms around his waist from behind and rested his chin on Yasu’s shoulder. The younger male startled before relaxing back into the singer’s embrace, as time had conditioned him to.
“I love you Shota, and I’m sorry for what I did.”
Shota raised a hand to his face and rubbed his eye. Subaru presumed he was tearing up again and hugged him tighter.
“Please come back to bed with me?”
“Not while everyone’s still...”
“No, of course not, Shochan. But when they’ve gone, how about we have a nice bath together?”
“Mmm...”
“I’ll wash your hair for you too if you’d like.”
“That’d be nice.”
“And give you a foot rub.”
Shota seemed to have run out of words, so he started purring instead.
“And then I want to get you on your back, just like your friend Mr Cockroach is.”
Subaru stumbled as his support disappeared in a flurry of royal indignance, an almost palpable storm cloud above his head. Subaru chuckled as he imagined what Shota would be like in bed that night, completely sure in his ability to seduce the younger male. The tea had probably had long enough to draw properly, so Subaru set it on a tray with some cups and carried it out to the lounge. Shota was chatting to Hina, and Subaru watched them as he set the tea tray on the side table, nearly tripping over Ohkura and Ryo as they sat together on the couch, Ohkura’s long limbs tangled easily around the young singer and sprawling across the floor. Subaru shot the couple a quick glare and returned to eavesdropping on his lover’s conversation.
“So Hina, do they really have to pluck the feathers out of the chickens to make our costumes?” The guitarist asked, voice full of concern.
“Of course not, Yasu.” The dancer assured him, raising a hand to pat the smaller male’s shoulder. “They just take the feathers that fall out naturally.”
“So they don’t pull them out?”
“What’s this about pulling?” Subaru asked, forcing his way into the conversation by draping himself over his lover. He felt the younger male flinch. “Because Shochan loves being pulled off, don’t you?”
He gave the guitarist a quick peck on the cheek and nipped off to pour a cup of tea before Shota had a chance to retort with even so much as a mortified gasp. He seated himself on the free end of the couch and watched Shota and Hina’s conversation flounder with a smirk.
“Even I’m not that evil.” Ryo chuckled, swatting Ohkura’s hand away as it tried to force another cookie in his mouth.
“He hasn’t let me screw him in a week.” Subaru responded as though that explained it. He sipped his tea, which somehow didn’t taste quite as good as when Yasu poured it.
“Shibutani Subaru, you have not screwed me in months.” Yasu boomed suddenly, turning around to stare his lover in the eye. “Need I remind you that you’re the one on your back, begging me to screw you? And harder, you always want to be fucked harder.”
Silence descended for a few seconds until Maruyama started choking on his cookie and flailed off to the bathroom, tears streaming from his eyes. It took only a second for Uchi to bolt after him, whether wanting genuinely just to help his boyfriend or to escape the electrical storm building around the guitarist, no one would ever know. The apartment was silent but for the bassist’s spluttering and the crackle of electricity around the small male.
“Wait, Yasu’s sem...” Yoko was cut off by an elbow in his ribcage.
“So why don’t you be a good little uke and shut your mouth until everyone’s gone and I can give you something better to do with it?” Yasuda concluded, aura still ablaze with reigned fury.
Subaru considered this for a minute. Hina silently prayed Subaru wouldn’t dig himself any deeper. Ryo, on the other hand, was highly amused and would have gladly lent Subaru a shovel. Finally the singer spoke.
“This means you are going to sleep with me tonight, doesn’t it Yasu?”
The guitarist faltered.
“Well, obviously yes, but...” he turned to the drummer and composed his features into a sweet smile. “Tacchon, do you still keep handcuffs in your car?”
The lanky drummer managed a dry nod.
“Can I please borrow them? I think my Shibuyan wants to be punished.”
“Shota wait, I...” Subaru stammered, utterly lost. “...What?”
“Or maybe the gag would be better.” Shota mused aloud.
“Shota, please...” Subaru implored.
“Or maybe you could just get me a cup of tea and sit beside me and hold my hand?”
It took a few seconds for Subaru to work out what his boyfriend was on about. When he finally did, he smiled meekly and obeyed. He poured a cup of tea, putting the mug in one of Shota’s hands and his own hand in the other. Ohkura smirked and Ryo rolled his eyes and that couple shifted over to clear some space for the other, newly reconciled couple.
“Thank you for today.” Shota spoke up, looking around the room and making eye contact with everyone. Maru’s face was still pink, and a concerned Uchi was still patting him on the back. Hina looked totally out of his depth. Yoko was still reeling with the day’s revelations and the mental image of Subaru bound and gagged. Ohkura and Ryo were sharing knowing smiles. Ohkura nodded and they both got up.
“It was a lovely funeral. I’m sure Mr Cockroach is happy where he is.” Ryo spoke sincerely while his lover hid a smile. “We best head off now. See you later.”
“Bye.” Ohkura added, waving with the hand that covered his mouth.
“I think we’d better leave too.” Hina said, grabbing Yoko’s arm and only having to tug for a second before the eldest remembered the hand job he’d been promised and went willingly.
“Bye!” Yoko grinned, pulling Hina out of the door.
“I better take Ryuhei home.” Uchi said. “Um, thanks. Bye.”
Maru waved as they left, unsure if he wanted to speak and risk choking again.
Alone at last, Subaru let himself slide down the guitarist’s torso until he was lying with his head in his lover’s lap.
“Thank you, Shibuyan.” Shota thanked him, affectionately stroking the singer’s hair.
“Shochan?”
“Mmm?”
“Let’s never fight again, okay?”
Shota smiled.
“Okay.”
A beetle flew across the room.
Subaru forced himself to smile at it.
MK~
Pairing: Yasu/Baru, with some Ohkura/Ryo, Yoko/Hina and Maru/Uchi.
Notes: The second chocolate fic. Sequel, alsom to Bugs (aka Shota and Subs' first fight).
It was a sombre occasion. All of KanJani had gathered in the tiny patch of yard attached to Subaru’s apartment complex. Even Uchi had managed to make an appearance.
In the middle of the small huddle was a small hole, six inches deep.
Finally Subaru spoke, reading awkwardly from a small slip of paper emblazoned with Yasu’s scrawl.
“Um, we’re gathered here today to mourn the passing of Mr Cockroach. He...Shota, do I really have to read all this?”
Shota shot Subaru a death glare that reminded him he’d be getting no more cuddles or anything else until he’d done this. The singer sighed.
“Mr Cockroach lived a wonderful life with all his family, until his time was mercilessly cut short by a cruel...Shota, is all this entirely necessary?”
Ryo started coughing, which sounded suspiciously like it had started as a snicker. Yoko shifted uncomfortably. Shota began to tear up.
“Bring him out.” The guitarist sniffled.
Uchi stepped forward with a small box, holding it as far away from his body as possible, whimpering as quietly as he could and shooting pleading glances at Maru. It had been Subaru’s brilliant idea to make the baby carry the cockroach’s coffin, although he’d gotten Hina to suggest it to Yasuda so Yasu wouldn’t think he was just trying to get out of pall bearing duty. Besides, they all still liked coming up with creative ways to punish their young miscreant.
Subaru sighed as he watched Uchi gingerly bend down to place the box in the hole. He’s spent hours making the damn box. He’d tried using a matchbox, but the cockroach was a little bit bigger than that, and Yasu had actually slapped him when he’d been caught trying to squash it in. And so he’d been forced to spend two precious hours carefully constructing a little cockroach coffin out of balsa wood, craft glue, and sequins.
Suddenly there was a loud shriek and Uchi jumped three feet in the air and burst into tears. The word
“Spider” had barely escaped his lips before the unfortunate arachnid met with Maru’s shoe. A small squeak escaped the bassist’s throat. Shota screamed and burst into tears, turning to Hina to sob into his chest. Hina gave Maru a look that hit him as hard as his hand would have, had it not been wrapped around the guitarist’s heaving shoulders. Ryo hid a smirk. Shyly, Ohkura spoke up.
“Well maybe it’s better that way - quick and painless, unlike the agonising death of pesti...”
The three Ossans glared and he promptly shut up. Maru wiped his shoe off on a rock while Shota still wasn’t looking.
“Come on Shota.” Hina soothed, patting the guitarist’s hair and thumbing a tear from his cheek. He glanced over to his own boyfriend for support, but met with only a stroppy glare. “Let’s get Mr Cockroach his proper funeral.”
Shota nodded and allowed himself to be pried off the dancer’s torso, now soaked with tears. He quietly edged up to the eldest, who was still looking pissed off. The entire thing was taking far too long for Yoko’s liking. Also, Hina had promised him a hand job afterwards if he behaved himself and didn’t make Shota cry, and he really wanted it to be afterwards now.
“Can I borrow something please, Kimi?”
“Huh?”
“I have something blue, something old, and something new, but I need something borrowed.”
“Shota!” Subaru exclaimed. “That’s for weddings!”
“But...” Shota began sobbing again, “Mr Cockroach won’t know that.”
Reluctantly, Yoko dug his hands into his pockets, groping around for a little while before producing a packet of tissues.
“Will this do?” He asked. Shota looked touched.
“Thank you.” He whispered.
The packet of tissues was set in the ground, beside an old plectrum, a blue flower and some shiny streamers from the cannons at their concerts. Hina handed Uchi a trowel, and this time youngest made no effort to hide that he was on the verge of tears as he began shovelling earth back into the hole. As soon as he’d patted the last of the dirt down, he immediately ran back to the safety of the bassist’s strong, bug-killing arms.
Shota knelt down and pushed a little cross he’d fashioned himself out of sparkly fabric, paddle pop sticks and a broken guitar string into the ground at the head of the grave. He bowed his head and prayed for the departed soul of the insect before standing up. Subaru let him have a minute of respectful silence before raising his voice.
“So, does this mean you’ll have sex with me again now?”
Shota turned on his heel and strode indignantly upstairs.
“Uh, there’s sort of a wake thing upstairs. Just some drinks and nibblies.”
Maru was the first to move, taking the baby’s hand and leading him away from the garden, for which Uchi seemed greatly relieved. Hina placed a hand against his lover’s back and not-too-gently steered him towards the door, muttering a cursory
“Later” when the eldest threatened to open his mouth. Ryo and Ohkura managed to stop trying to surreptitiously grope each other long enough to notice they were supposed to follow everyone else indoors, and did so.
Subaru found Shota in the kitchen, busying himself with preparing tea. As was typical of him, he was so absorbed in his craft that he didn’t notice the singer until Subaru wrapped his arms around his waist from behind and rested his chin on Yasu’s shoulder. The younger male startled before relaxing back into the singer’s embrace, as time had conditioned him to.
“I love you Shota, and I’m sorry for what I did.”
Shota raised a hand to his face and rubbed his eye. Subaru presumed he was tearing up again and hugged him tighter.
“Please come back to bed with me?”
“Not while everyone’s still...”
“No, of course not, Shochan. But when they’ve gone, how about we have a nice bath together?”
“Mmm...”
“I’ll wash your hair for you too if you’d like.”
“That’d be nice.”
“And give you a foot rub.”
Shota seemed to have run out of words, so he started purring instead.
“And then I want to get you on your back, just like your friend Mr Cockroach is.”
Subaru stumbled as his support disappeared in a flurry of royal indignance, an almost palpable storm cloud above his head. Subaru chuckled as he imagined what Shota would be like in bed that night, completely sure in his ability to seduce the younger male. The tea had probably had long enough to draw properly, so Subaru set it on a tray with some cups and carried it out to the lounge. Shota was chatting to Hina, and Subaru watched them as he set the tea tray on the side table, nearly tripping over Ohkura and Ryo as they sat together on the couch, Ohkura’s long limbs tangled easily around the young singer and sprawling across the floor. Subaru shot the couple a quick glare and returned to eavesdropping on his lover’s conversation.
“So Hina, do they really have to pluck the feathers out of the chickens to make our costumes?” The guitarist asked, voice full of concern.
“Of course not, Yasu.” The dancer assured him, raising a hand to pat the smaller male’s shoulder. “They just take the feathers that fall out naturally.”
“So they don’t pull them out?”
“What’s this about pulling?” Subaru asked, forcing his way into the conversation by draping himself over his lover. He felt the younger male flinch. “Because Shochan loves being pulled off, don’t you?”
He gave the guitarist a quick peck on the cheek and nipped off to pour a cup of tea before Shota had a chance to retort with even so much as a mortified gasp. He seated himself on the free end of the couch and watched Shota and Hina’s conversation flounder with a smirk.
“Even I’m not that evil.” Ryo chuckled, swatting Ohkura’s hand away as it tried to force another cookie in his mouth.
“He hasn’t let me screw him in a week.” Subaru responded as though that explained it. He sipped his tea, which somehow didn’t taste quite as good as when Yasu poured it.
“Shibutani Subaru, you have not screwed me in months.” Yasu boomed suddenly, turning around to stare his lover in the eye. “Need I remind you that you’re the one on your back, begging me to screw you? And harder, you always want to be fucked harder.”
Silence descended for a few seconds until Maruyama started choking on his cookie and flailed off to the bathroom, tears streaming from his eyes. It took only a second for Uchi to bolt after him, whether wanting genuinely just to help his boyfriend or to escape the electrical storm building around the guitarist, no one would ever know. The apartment was silent but for the bassist’s spluttering and the crackle of electricity around the small male.
“Wait, Yasu’s sem...” Yoko was cut off by an elbow in his ribcage.
“So why don’t you be a good little uke and shut your mouth until everyone’s gone and I can give you something better to do with it?” Yasuda concluded, aura still ablaze with reigned fury.
Subaru considered this for a minute. Hina silently prayed Subaru wouldn’t dig himself any deeper. Ryo, on the other hand, was highly amused and would have gladly lent Subaru a shovel. Finally the singer spoke.
“This means you are going to sleep with me tonight, doesn’t it Yasu?”
The guitarist faltered.
“Well, obviously yes, but...” he turned to the drummer and composed his features into a sweet smile. “Tacchon, do you still keep handcuffs in your car?”
The lanky drummer managed a dry nod.
“Can I please borrow them? I think my Shibuyan wants to be punished.”
“Shota wait, I...” Subaru stammered, utterly lost. “...What?”
“Or maybe the gag would be better.” Shota mused aloud.
“Shota, please...” Subaru implored.
“Or maybe you could just get me a cup of tea and sit beside me and hold my hand?”
It took a few seconds for Subaru to work out what his boyfriend was on about. When he finally did, he smiled meekly and obeyed. He poured a cup of tea, putting the mug in one of Shota’s hands and his own hand in the other. Ohkura smirked and Ryo rolled his eyes and that couple shifted over to clear some space for the other, newly reconciled couple.
“Thank you for today.” Shota spoke up, looking around the room and making eye contact with everyone. Maru’s face was still pink, and a concerned Uchi was still patting him on the back. Hina looked totally out of his depth. Yoko was still reeling with the day’s revelations and the mental image of Subaru bound and gagged. Ohkura and Ryo were sharing knowing smiles. Ohkura nodded and they both got up.
“It was a lovely funeral. I’m sure Mr Cockroach is happy where he is.” Ryo spoke sincerely while his lover hid a smile. “We best head off now. See you later.”
“Bye.” Ohkura added, waving with the hand that covered his mouth.
“I think we’d better leave too.” Hina said, grabbing Yoko’s arm and only having to tug for a second before the eldest remembered the hand job he’d been promised and went willingly.
“Bye!” Yoko grinned, pulling Hina out of the door.
“I better take Ryuhei home.” Uchi said. “Um, thanks. Bye.”
Maru waved as they left, unsure if he wanted to speak and risk choking again.
Alone at last, Subaru let himself slide down the guitarist’s torso until he was lying with his head in his lover’s lap.
“Thank you, Shibuyan.” Shota thanked him, affectionately stroking the singer’s hair.
“Shochan?”
“Mmm?”
“Let’s never fight again, okay?”
Shota smiled.
“Okay.”
A beetle flew across the room.
Subaru forced himself to smile at it.
MK~