Love = Happy Fun Times - Chapter 1/?? - RukixReitaxKaixUruhaxAoi
Title: Love = Happy Fun Times
Author: shurikenwielder
Disclaimer: don't own 'em
Rating: PG - NC-17
Chapter(s): 1/??
Warning(s): language, eventual sex, polygamy, randomness
Genre: Romance, Comedy
Pairing: RukixReitaxKaixUruhaxAoi
Summary: Yuu's a photographer, Akira's a mechanic, Yutaka's a vet, and Uruha's the owner of a music store. When they bring another addition into their group named Takanori and fall in love with him... well... that can only mean happy fun times right?
- -
"Yuu! Come quick!" Akira yelled from down the street. "Hurry!" he continued to screech.
The other soon came sprinting down the street, scarf flying behind him. "What is it?!" he asked to see his lover standing next to an alley with a worried expression.
Akira grabbed the taller man's arm and pointed down the alley. "Honey, he's hurt…" he said slowly, staring at the figure. Yuu turned as well to see a short boy, no older than eighteen, huddled next to a box.
"Can we take him home?"
Yuu turned towards the other with a glare already set in place. "Akira, we can't just take in every single-"
"Please!" the blond continued to ask. "Look!"
Yuu felt his heartstrings tug a little at the sight of the boy lifting a small spoonful of food to his lips from a can with hands shaking from the cold. He seemed completely unaware of the two watching him. A sigh passed over his lips. "Are you sure?"
The man eagerly nodded.
He looked back to the small boy and felt a frustrated sigh escape him.
"Yutaka and Kouyou are gonna kill me…"
The brightest smile spread over his lover's face. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!" he cheered and smothered the other with hugs and kisses.
"Yeah, I know," Yuu said, his own smile on his face. "Now go get him."
Akira nodded and calmed himself down, cautiously walking towards the boy. "Hey…"
The boy quickly looked up fearfully, dropping the utensils in his frail hands. "N-no… get away!"
"Hey I'm just trying to help-!"
"Get away from me!" the younger yelled and started throwing things his hands found on the ground at the approaching man.
"Hey-" Akira said, flinching as a piece of broken wood was flung at him. "Stop-!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" the two turned as Yuu suddenly bellowed.
The hothead quickly walked up and lifted the younger by the neck of his shirt despite his lover yelling at him to stop.
He brought the other's face close to his. "Now listen, he is just trying to help your sorry ass get off the streets so I suggest you quit throwing things at him before I beat the fuck out of you."
The other continued to struggle for a bit before tears broke loose.
"Let me go...!"
"Yuu!" his lover exclaimed. "Put him down!"
The other sneered at the one in his grip before dropping him back to the ground. "Fine," he held his hands up. "I'll be waiting by the car."
Akira watched with a stern glare as Yuu turned around the corner. He sighed and looked back to the figure shaking on the ground.
"Sorry, I know he can be a dick sometimes, but-" he stopped when the other suddenly flung his arms around him, head tucked into his shirt.
"I'm sorry..." the shorter one said into the cotton of the shirt.
Akira scrunched his nose as the other's rather retched smell reached his senses but hugged back anyway even though it was obvious the other hadn't showered for a long time.
"C'mon," he said. "I'm wanna take you home with us."
The smaller boy looked at him with obvious distrust at the words but slowly nodded his head once in agreement.
"What's your name?" he asked as they were walking.
The smaller boy ducked his head low and mumbled.
"Takanori..."
The other smiled. "Good. I'm Akira and the dick you just met was Yuu," he continued to babble, one of his annoying traits he had picked up from Yutaka.
Yuu looked up as the two came walking to the car.
"You finally convince him?"
Akira nodded as they all got in the car. "Yeah, it wasn't too hard after you scared the living shit out of him though," he answered scoldingly.
Yuu laughed. "It's called good cop, bad cop love. Good cop, bad cop..." he chuckled and pulled out into the road to begin driving home.
Akira snorted. "Yeah except your bad cop's almost demonic."
"You and Kouyou never seem to complain in bed."
Takanori watched from the back seat as Akira's cheeks turned red and he bashfully slapped the other on the arm.
"Stop it!" Akira laughed.
Takanori watched as the two continued to playfully bicker back and forth the entire time they drove back to the house. He thought these were strange people.
"Oh, Takanori!" Akira said suddenly, turning around in his seat. "I forgot to tell you that there are two other people at our house. Their names are Yutaka and Kouyou. They're mine and Yuu's lovers too."
"Uh?" the smaller boy scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "Like... polygamy?"
The other shrugged. "Yeah, I guess if that's the way you see it." He looked up. "It won't bother you too much will it?"
Takanori quickly shook his head. "No of course not... I was just wondering... I-I didn't want to make assumptions..."
He ducked his head lower as Akira beamed bright at him. Why was this person always so happy?
He soon found his eyes slipping closed and his head leaning against the window, being hushed to sleep by the soft lull of the car.
- -
"...nori..."
"...kanori..."
"Takanori... we're here."
Takanori fluttered his eyes open to see a fairly decent apartment complex in front of him. He turned as the other two got out of the car, to which he quickly followed.
They ascended the stairs and came to a stop by the room 10281.
Despite his distrust, Takanori found himself clutching Akira's hand tightly and hiding behind him as Yuu turned the key in the door. He blinked as he was bombarded with the middle of a large argument, guitars blasting, and pots clanging.
"Goddamit Kouyou! Turn down the amp! I can barely hear myself think!"
"I wouldn't have to turn it up so loud if you could cook a little quieter!"
The other man who Takanori assumed was Yutaka put his hands on his hips in a big diva fashion.
"Well excuse the hell out of me! Let me just turn the amp on the stove down so I don't disturb you your highness!" he retorted sarcastically.
The arguing couple looked up as Yuu cleared his throat quite audibly to gain their attention.
"Yuu!" they both cheered simultaneously. They stopped what they were doing and hugged the eldest man. "Akira!" they paused as they saw the figure behind their lover.
Yuu sighed and closed his eyes waiting for the two's onslaught of excitement.
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod Akira who is this?! He's so cute!" Kouyou screamed. Yuu shut the door as to not disturb the neighbors.
"Where'd the hell'd you find him?! What's his name?!" Yutaka joined in, staring from the other side uncaring of the flour covering his already pale cheeks.
"Takanori..." the younger one mumbled his answer.
The two gushed. "Aw, Takanori! That's so cute!"
Takanori cowered under the other two's blaring questions, gripping the man's hand beside him tightly. He hid his face into the other's side. "Akira..."
Akira looked down and realized the smaller boy was shaking, huddling into his side.
Kouyou also realized this and slapped Yutaka on the arm. "Stop it! You're scaring him stupid!"
The other man quickly put his hands on his hips again in defiance. "I'm not! You're the stupidest out of all of us!"
"Well at least I don't look like Casper!"
"Casper isn't Asian!"
Akira looked down as the other suddenly tugged on his sleeve, getting on his tiptoes to whisper into his ear.
"What's wrong with them?" the younger whispered quietly, watching the two break out into a mini cat fight.
Akira shook his head, grin in place. "No one knows…"
"Yo," Yuu called nonchalantly from the couch. He pointed a still rolled up newspaper towards the kitchen. "Asian Casper, your food's burning."
"Shit!" Yutaka quickly ran into the kitchen only to emit a large whine.
"Yuu! Why didn't you warn me earlier?!" he complained, stomping his foot in a rather childish manner.
Yuu simply turn the page to his beloved newspaper and answered, "Not my responsibility, not my problem."
"B-but…" Yutaka gave a frustrated yell and turned towards the three in the doorway. "Then you three are gonna help me make this."
- -
"Akira that's too much salt!"
Akira continued to pour the white crystals anyway. "You never put enough in!"
"Yutaka move your ass! I can't open the fridge!" Kouyou yelled, tugging on the door to the refrigerator.
"Kouyou can't you wait till we finish cooking before you have your booze?!"
Akira threw his hands up in the air and pointed at the stove.
"Yutaka! You're gonna let it burn again!"
Yutaka gave the other and incredulous and exasperated look as the microwave began to beep. "Then you stir it! Don't just stare at it!"
"Get the potatoes out of the microwave you ass!" Kouyou yelled, still tugging on the fridge as the device continued to blare.
Takanori just sat at in one of the chairs at the counter of the island while he watched the three grown men fight their way around the tiny apartment kitchen.
These people are crazy… he thought to himself. He turned to watch Yuu sit on the couch, face void of emotion, not taking part in on the fun.
He bit his lip. He didn't think he had seen the other crack a smile once aside from what he could see out of the reflection of the mirror in the car.
Is he normally like this or is this just because I'm here? he couldn't help but wonder. He hadn't wanted to intrude but the blond Akira had been so determined.
He sucked in a breath as the other suddenly turned and smiled at him. His heart began thumping erratically in his chest. He didn't understand why it was doing that. It just did.
He shook his head and turned back around. How long was he staying here? Would it just be for the night and then they would kick him back out on the streets? Or would they keep him here as long as they liked? Takanori really didn't know.
The trio in the kitchen had soon sorted everything out, placing the individual plates out on the table.
"Takanori, Yuu! Dinner's ready!"
Takanori found himself hesitantly walking towards the table only to have himself almost drool. It was quite simple food, chicken noodle soup and potatoes, but he hadn't ate properly in such a long time. The small can he had found back in the alley had been mere luck. He frowned as he couldn't help but notice that there was significantly more food on his plate than everyone else.
It… it was too much.
"I can't take all this…" he whispered as he stared at the plate.
"Uh?" Yutaka looked up. "What do you mean?"
Takanori looked up surprised at being heard. "I-I…" he swallowed. "I can't eat all this. It's too much… i-it wouldn't be right. This is your house."
Kouyou frowned and argued back. "Yeah but you're skinnier than Akira and he's a human twig!"
"Oi!"
He turned towards Akira. "Well it's true!" he pointed at the man with dyed blond haired man. "He's practically nothing but skin and bones and Takanori's a human skeleton!"
Akira looked away from the two's argument to see the small boy in question wrapping his arms around himself at the comment.
"Guys!" he hissed. "You're making him self-conscious!"
The two arguing men turned to see the same as the blond.
"Sorry…" they both mumbled in unison.
Takanori looked up, unaware of the effect his big brown doe eyes had on them.
"It's okay," he said quietly and sat down at the chair designated for him. He began to take small bites of food, trying not to engulf the entire thing right then and there at the table. It was a few minutes later that red flooded into his cheeks as he realized he was being stared at by the man he thought was Yuu for slurping the soup so loudly.
"S-sorry-" he began to apologize when the other man suddenly wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin.
"You had some soup there," the man said with a smile, tapping the corner of his own mouth for emphasis.
The younger missed the other three next to him sharing a knowing look and looked down at his lap, cheeks turning a further scarlet red.
The rest of dinner went relatively smooth, small chitter chatter and talks of how the day went. Takanori only nodded and mumbled small short answers when asked even though they were trying to start conversation. Everything had been going fine, that is until someone decided to talk about his past.
"So Takanori how old are you?"
The younger boy froze at the question.
"F-fifteen?…" he quickly shook his head. "No, eighteen… s-seventeen?"
The four all looked at each other sadly as the brown-haired teen continued to mumble to himself about his age.
"Do… do you not know?" Yutaka began slowly, not wanting to offend the other.
The boy quickly looked up with both fearful and ashamed eyes. His eyes turned downcast towards the floor as he solemnly shook his head.
Yutaka softly smiled and rested a hand on the younger's shoulder, not moving it even as the other's body stiffened under the touch.
"Do you know which year?" he asked.
The boy shook his head again. His shoulder's began to tremble with the guilt of not knowing.
Kouyou noticed this and spoke up. "Maybe we should all just go to sleep." He stood up and gestured his hand out for the young brunette to grab. "Come on Takanori, I'll show you where you can sleep."
Takanori found himself being lead down the hall by the man when he stopped by a room and pointed in.
"You can sleep in here," Kouyou walked in and opened the drawers, shuffling through them before he pulled out multiple articles of clothing. "And here's some clothes…"
"Why are you all so nice to me?" the brunette suddenly asked.
Kouyou stopped and stared at the other before breaking into a smile. He walked up and quickly kissed the other on the forehead before he could protest.
"Why shouldn't we?" was all he said before leaving the room.
Takanori stared after him as the older man walked and disappeared down the hall. His entire body felt warm. It seemed almost happy with the slightest kindness of Kouyou's small kiss atop his head.
It was only minutes later that he heard clatters and screams again as the four men tried to clean up the dirty dishes.
"Dammit Akira you dropped the plates!"
"Kouyou hit me with the fridge!"
"I was out of wine!"
Takanori smiled softly to himself. Yes, these were strange people indeed.
- -
AN: Ah, I just needed some happy fun times to right where everyone goofs off and basically is an amazing idot. XD The product is this.
Author: shurikenwielder
Disclaimer: don't own 'em
Rating: PG - NC-17
Chapter(s): 1/??
Warning(s): language, eventual sex, polygamy, randomness
Genre: Romance, Comedy
Pairing: RukixReitaxKaixUruhaxAoi
Summary: Yuu's a photographer, Akira's a mechanic, Yutaka's a vet, and Uruha's the owner of a music store. When they bring another addition into their group named Takanori and fall in love with him... well... that can only mean happy fun times right?
- -
"Yuu! Come quick!" Akira yelled from down the street. "Hurry!" he continued to screech.
The other soon came sprinting down the street, scarf flying behind him. "What is it?!" he asked to see his lover standing next to an alley with a worried expression.
Akira grabbed the taller man's arm and pointed down the alley. "Honey, he's hurt…" he said slowly, staring at the figure. Yuu turned as well to see a short boy, no older than eighteen, huddled next to a box.
"Can we take him home?"
Yuu turned towards the other with a glare already set in place. "Akira, we can't just take in every single-"
"Please!" the blond continued to ask. "Look!"
Yuu felt his heartstrings tug a little at the sight of the boy lifting a small spoonful of food to his lips from a can with hands shaking from the cold. He seemed completely unaware of the two watching him. A sigh passed over his lips. "Are you sure?"
The man eagerly nodded.
He looked back to the small boy and felt a frustrated sigh escape him.
"Yutaka and Kouyou are gonna kill me…"
The brightest smile spread over his lover's face. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!" he cheered and smothered the other with hugs and kisses.
"Yeah, I know," Yuu said, his own smile on his face. "Now go get him."
Akira nodded and calmed himself down, cautiously walking towards the boy. "Hey…"
The boy quickly looked up fearfully, dropping the utensils in his frail hands. "N-no… get away!"
"Hey I'm just trying to help-!"
"Get away from me!" the younger yelled and started throwing things his hands found on the ground at the approaching man.
"Hey-" Akira said, flinching as a piece of broken wood was flung at him. "Stop-!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" the two turned as Yuu suddenly bellowed.
The hothead quickly walked up and lifted the younger by the neck of his shirt despite his lover yelling at him to stop.
He brought the other's face close to his. "Now listen, he is just trying to help your sorry ass get off the streets so I suggest you quit throwing things at him before I beat the fuck out of you."
The other continued to struggle for a bit before tears broke loose.
"Let me go...!"
"Yuu!" his lover exclaimed. "Put him down!"
The other sneered at the one in his grip before dropping him back to the ground. "Fine," he held his hands up. "I'll be waiting by the car."
Akira watched with a stern glare as Yuu turned around the corner. He sighed and looked back to the figure shaking on the ground.
"Sorry, I know he can be a dick sometimes, but-" he stopped when the other suddenly flung his arms around him, head tucked into his shirt.
"I'm sorry..." the shorter one said into the cotton of the shirt.
Akira scrunched his nose as the other's rather retched smell reached his senses but hugged back anyway even though it was obvious the other hadn't showered for a long time.
"C'mon," he said. "I'm wanna take you home with us."
The smaller boy looked at him with obvious distrust at the words but slowly nodded his head once in agreement.
"What's your name?" he asked as they were walking.
The smaller boy ducked his head low and mumbled.
"Takanori..."
The other smiled. "Good. I'm Akira and the dick you just met was Yuu," he continued to babble, one of his annoying traits he had picked up from Yutaka.
Yuu looked up as the two came walking to the car.
"You finally convince him?"
Akira nodded as they all got in the car. "Yeah, it wasn't too hard after you scared the living shit out of him though," he answered scoldingly.
Yuu laughed. "It's called good cop, bad cop love. Good cop, bad cop..." he chuckled and pulled out into the road to begin driving home.
Akira snorted. "Yeah except your bad cop's almost demonic."
"You and Kouyou never seem to complain in bed."
Takanori watched from the back seat as Akira's cheeks turned red and he bashfully slapped the other on the arm.
"Stop it!" Akira laughed.
Takanori watched as the two continued to playfully bicker back and forth the entire time they drove back to the house. He thought these were strange people.
"Oh, Takanori!" Akira said suddenly, turning around in his seat. "I forgot to tell you that there are two other people at our house. Their names are Yutaka and Kouyou. They're mine and Yuu's lovers too."
"Uh?" the smaller boy scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "Like... polygamy?"
The other shrugged. "Yeah, I guess if that's the way you see it." He looked up. "It won't bother you too much will it?"
Takanori quickly shook his head. "No of course not... I was just wondering... I-I didn't want to make assumptions..."
He ducked his head lower as Akira beamed bright at him. Why was this person always so happy?
He soon found his eyes slipping closed and his head leaning against the window, being hushed to sleep by the soft lull of the car.
- -
"...nori..."
"...kanori..."
"Takanori... we're here."
Takanori fluttered his eyes open to see a fairly decent apartment complex in front of him. He turned as the other two got out of the car, to which he quickly followed.
They ascended the stairs and came to a stop by the room 10281.
Despite his distrust, Takanori found himself clutching Akira's hand tightly and hiding behind him as Yuu turned the key in the door. He blinked as he was bombarded with the middle of a large argument, guitars blasting, and pots clanging.
"Goddamit Kouyou! Turn down the amp! I can barely hear myself think!"
"I wouldn't have to turn it up so loud if you could cook a little quieter!"
The other man who Takanori assumed was Yutaka put his hands on his hips in a big diva fashion.
"Well excuse the hell out of me! Let me just turn the amp on the stove down so I don't disturb you your highness!" he retorted sarcastically.
The arguing couple looked up as Yuu cleared his throat quite audibly to gain their attention.
"Yuu!" they both cheered simultaneously. They stopped what they were doing and hugged the eldest man. "Akira!" they paused as they saw the figure behind their lover.
Yuu sighed and closed his eyes waiting for the two's onslaught of excitement.
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod Akira who is this?! He's so cute!" Kouyou screamed. Yuu shut the door as to not disturb the neighbors.
"Where'd the hell'd you find him?! What's his name?!" Yutaka joined in, staring from the other side uncaring of the flour covering his already pale cheeks.
"Takanori..." the younger one mumbled his answer.
The two gushed. "Aw, Takanori! That's so cute!"
Takanori cowered under the other two's blaring questions, gripping the man's hand beside him tightly. He hid his face into the other's side. "Akira..."
Akira looked down and realized the smaller boy was shaking, huddling into his side.
Kouyou also realized this and slapped Yutaka on the arm. "Stop it! You're scaring him stupid!"
The other man quickly put his hands on his hips again in defiance. "I'm not! You're the stupidest out of all of us!"
"Well at least I don't look like Casper!"
"Casper isn't Asian!"
Akira looked down as the other suddenly tugged on his sleeve, getting on his tiptoes to whisper into his ear.
"What's wrong with them?" the younger whispered quietly, watching the two break out into a mini cat fight.
Akira shook his head, grin in place. "No one knows…"
"Yo," Yuu called nonchalantly from the couch. He pointed a still rolled up newspaper towards the kitchen. "Asian Casper, your food's burning."
"Shit!" Yutaka quickly ran into the kitchen only to emit a large whine.
"Yuu! Why didn't you warn me earlier?!" he complained, stomping his foot in a rather childish manner.
Yuu simply turn the page to his beloved newspaper and answered, "Not my responsibility, not my problem."
"B-but…" Yutaka gave a frustrated yell and turned towards the three in the doorway. "Then you three are gonna help me make this."
- -
"Akira that's too much salt!"
Akira continued to pour the white crystals anyway. "You never put enough in!"
"Yutaka move your ass! I can't open the fridge!" Kouyou yelled, tugging on the door to the refrigerator.
"Kouyou can't you wait till we finish cooking before you have your booze?!"
Akira threw his hands up in the air and pointed at the stove.
"Yutaka! You're gonna let it burn again!"
Yutaka gave the other and incredulous and exasperated look as the microwave began to beep. "Then you stir it! Don't just stare at it!"
"Get the potatoes out of the microwave you ass!" Kouyou yelled, still tugging on the fridge as the device continued to blare.
Takanori just sat at in one of the chairs at the counter of the island while he watched the three grown men fight their way around the tiny apartment kitchen.
These people are crazy… he thought to himself. He turned to watch Yuu sit on the couch, face void of emotion, not taking part in on the fun.
He bit his lip. He didn't think he had seen the other crack a smile once aside from what he could see out of the reflection of the mirror in the car.
Is he normally like this or is this just because I'm here? he couldn't help but wonder. He hadn't wanted to intrude but the blond Akira had been so determined.
He sucked in a breath as the other suddenly turned and smiled at him. His heart began thumping erratically in his chest. He didn't understand why it was doing that. It just did.
He shook his head and turned back around. How long was he staying here? Would it just be for the night and then they would kick him back out on the streets? Or would they keep him here as long as they liked? Takanori really didn't know.
The trio in the kitchen had soon sorted everything out, placing the individual plates out on the table.
"Takanori, Yuu! Dinner's ready!"
Takanori found himself hesitantly walking towards the table only to have himself almost drool. It was quite simple food, chicken noodle soup and potatoes, but he hadn't ate properly in such a long time. The small can he had found back in the alley had been mere luck. He frowned as he couldn't help but notice that there was significantly more food on his plate than everyone else.
It… it was too much.
"I can't take all this…" he whispered as he stared at the plate.
"Uh?" Yutaka looked up. "What do you mean?"
Takanori looked up surprised at being heard. "I-I…" he swallowed. "I can't eat all this. It's too much… i-it wouldn't be right. This is your house."
Kouyou frowned and argued back. "Yeah but you're skinnier than Akira and he's a human twig!"
"Oi!"
He turned towards Akira. "Well it's true!" he pointed at the man with dyed blond haired man. "He's practically nothing but skin and bones and Takanori's a human skeleton!"
Akira looked away from the two's argument to see the small boy in question wrapping his arms around himself at the comment.
"Guys!" he hissed. "You're making him self-conscious!"
The two arguing men turned to see the same as the blond.
"Sorry…" they both mumbled in unison.
Takanori looked up, unaware of the effect his big brown doe eyes had on them.
"It's okay," he said quietly and sat down at the chair designated for him. He began to take small bites of food, trying not to engulf the entire thing right then and there at the table. It was a few minutes later that red flooded into his cheeks as he realized he was being stared at by the man he thought was Yuu for slurping the soup so loudly.
"S-sorry-" he began to apologize when the other man suddenly wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin.
"You had some soup there," the man said with a smile, tapping the corner of his own mouth for emphasis.
The younger missed the other three next to him sharing a knowing look and looked down at his lap, cheeks turning a further scarlet red.
The rest of dinner went relatively smooth, small chitter chatter and talks of how the day went. Takanori only nodded and mumbled small short answers when asked even though they were trying to start conversation. Everything had been going fine, that is until someone decided to talk about his past.
"So Takanori how old are you?"
The younger boy froze at the question.
"F-fifteen?…" he quickly shook his head. "No, eighteen… s-seventeen?"
The four all looked at each other sadly as the brown-haired teen continued to mumble to himself about his age.
"Do… do you not know?" Yutaka began slowly, not wanting to offend the other.
The boy quickly looked up with both fearful and ashamed eyes. His eyes turned downcast towards the floor as he solemnly shook his head.
Yutaka softly smiled and rested a hand on the younger's shoulder, not moving it even as the other's body stiffened under the touch.
"Do you know which year?" he asked.
The boy shook his head again. His shoulder's began to tremble with the guilt of not knowing.
Kouyou noticed this and spoke up. "Maybe we should all just go to sleep." He stood up and gestured his hand out for the young brunette to grab. "Come on Takanori, I'll show you where you can sleep."
Takanori found himself being lead down the hall by the man when he stopped by a room and pointed in.
"You can sleep in here," Kouyou walked in and opened the drawers, shuffling through them before he pulled out multiple articles of clothing. "And here's some clothes…"
"Why are you all so nice to me?" the brunette suddenly asked.
Kouyou stopped and stared at the other before breaking into a smile. He walked up and quickly kissed the other on the forehead before he could protest.
"Why shouldn't we?" was all he said before leaving the room.
Takanori stared after him as the older man walked and disappeared down the hall. His entire body felt warm. It seemed almost happy with the slightest kindness of Kouyou's small kiss atop his head.
It was only minutes later that he heard clatters and screams again as the four men tried to clean up the dirty dishes.
"Dammit Akira you dropped the plates!"
"Kouyou hit me with the fridge!"
"I was out of wine!"
Takanori smiled softly to himself. Yes, these were strange people indeed.
- -
AN: Ah, I just needed some happy fun times to right where everyone goofs off and basically is an amazing idot. XD The product is this.