The end of that prompt thing!
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First of all, how about those debates, huh? Hoo. That's all I'll say about that.
So those fic prompts I put up a while back? Yes. I've finally finished them. (Let me rephrase. I finished them a while ago. Extraneous circumstances prevented me from posting them.)
photoash wanted a fic describing the moment Shuichi and Hiro (of Gravitation fame) first became friends. To begin, I'd like to thank her for being incredibly patient with me. I told her two weeks ago that her prompt was ready, and then the AC adapter on my laptop stopped working and, well... Yes. It's ready now. I apologize for the wait, and the ending. But I hopes you likes it.
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Maiko cooed and gurgled into her breast, and Shindou Komiko sighed and shifted her baby girl to her other arm. The arm of the park bench dug into her hip, and she tried to ease away from it with very little success. Next to her, Nakano Nami leaned forward in her seat, momentarily interrupting her sewing.
"Everything all right?"
"Hm. Oh, yes." Komiko sighed again. "I'm glad your husband was transferred to Tokyo, that's all. It's good to have you back."
Nami only nodded. "I'm glad, too. The city hasn't changed much since I left."
Komiko thought it had changed a great deal, but she said nothing. She knew from their childhood that Nami was not exceptionally emotional, but that she was remarkably passionate. However, like the city, Nami had changed a great deal in recent years -- since her marriage and subsequent departure -- and Komiko tread careful ground. She'd thought the park would serve as a nice, neutral place to meet, especially since it was an opportunity for the kids to get acquainted, and she was glad she'd at least been right about that. Everything else had seemed very off-center lately.
She looked across the park to their sons, who, though not interacting, were at least playing side by side. "They're getting along very well."
Nami nodded, every facet of her face displaying her pride. "Well, Hiroshi is a brilliant child. Yuuji, too, but Hiroshi especially."
"Is that so?" Komiko shifted again, easing away from the arm of the bench. She was a little more successful this time, but Maiko complained when she was eased out of the crook of her mother's arm and Komiko had to pause to hush the child again.
"Yes." Nami's smile dared Komiko to argue with her. "He's going to be a doctor one day, you know."
"That's quite an aspiration."
Nami nodded, smile still glued in place. "And Shuichi? What will he be?"
Komiko looked to her own son. Whereas Hiro was building castles and towers from rocks, Shuichi was using sticks to beat on the ground. Nami followed her gaze, and both women watched as Shuichi turned and knocked over Hiro's rock towers, cheering as they toppled. His mother hesitated.
"Happy," she said at last. "I think he'll be happy."
"'Happy' won't give him an easy life."
Komiko looked down at her infant daughter and smoothed the baby's hair. Maiko gurgled and blew a spit bubble. "That's all right."
"Hm." Nami folded her hands neatly in her lap. "Well, perhaps he'll surprise you."
"Maybe the two of them will surprise both of us."
Nami didn't respond, and she returned to her sewing. The women were both quiet for some time, until the playing boys got up and went to play in the long grasses. Both mothers angled themselves on the park bench so they could more easily see their sons, and Nami put down her sewing again.
"You've changed."
"Have I?" Komiko glanced down to Maiko again, careful not to meet Nami's eyes. "I was just thinking the same about you."
"Were you? That's interesting." Nami pulled out a stitch, carefully pulling the thread through silk. "I wonder what did it."
"Time, maybe? Or children."
Nami nodded and re-threaded her needle. "Both, perhaps."
"Both is possible." She glanced at the boys, who were screaming and yelling at the top of their lungs as they toddled through the grass. It earned them peeved looks from strangers and a frown from Nami, but Komiko, able to pick out the tune Shuichi was shouting with practiced ease, hummed along softly, smiling to herself.
Nami let out an exasperated breath. "Hiroshi, stop that!"
Her boy fell obediently quiet, but when Shuichi continued on undeterred he cast his mother a sidelong look and joined in again.
Komiko smiled. "They're going to be very good friends, I think. See how much fun they're having?"
Nami gaped at her. "You can't be serious."
"Why not?"
"It's just... They need to learn to listen, Komiko."
Komiko only shrugged, and she enjoyed the noise while she fussed over her daughter. Sure, at home she would be the first to tell Shuichi to quiet down, but here, in the park? There was no need. There would be plenty of time for quiet later on, and Shuichi would have to settle down someday, after all.
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vialia, who asked me for a fic about how Eiri and Shuichi's parents (Gravitation) first met. Scary!
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If he had known Mika was dragging their father to Tokyo for her son's naming ceremony, Eiri would have feigned death, or at least been out of town that weekend. If he'd known the old bastard would corner him on the streets, he never would have left his apartment. And if he'd known his father would insist on seeing Eiri's "wretched den", Eiri at least would have made sure Shuichi's parents weren't visiting at the same time.
All conversation stopped when Eiri stepped inside, flanked by the bastard, and the writer, who knew how rare a collective Shindou silence really was, briefly relished it. Then Shuichi cleared his throat.
"Um," he said. "Welcome back, Yuki. Uesugi-san."
The bastard scowled at Shuichi. At least this time the singer wasn't wearing a dress, and Eiri thanked Buddha for small favors, briefly considered the Shindous, and then turned to his lover. He arched an eyebrow to ask 'Why are they here?' and Shuichi raised one back to reply 'Why is he?'.
At a silent impasse, Eiri sighed. he started to say something, but Shuichi's mother pushed forward.
"Yuki-san, I hope you don't mind our visiting at such short notice..." She beamed. "And you must be Yuki-san's father? It's wonderful to meet you at last, of course."
Eiri's father cast a quick look at his son, eyebrows raised, then offered a short bow to the Shindou matriarch. "Uesugi. It's a pleasure, Shindou-san."
"Oh, please, call me Komiko. And my husband, Dais. We're practically family, you know!"
Shuichi tugged at his mother's -- Komiko's -- arm. "Mom, maybe you should just --"
"You must be terribly proud of Yuki-san," she went on, nonplussed by her son's interruption. Shuichi let out a long breath, glancing to Eiri as if to say 'I am so, so sorry, but this wouldn't have happened if you'd told me he was going to be here'. Eiri shot a look back, pressing his lips together to say 'Someway, somehow, this is still entirely your fault'.
Eiri's father nodded stiffly. "Of course," he said. "Very proud."
Shuichi's parents were apparently just as oblivious to sarcasm as their son. Or, rather, as their son had been. Shuichi winced. His parents nodded sagely, and Komiko beamed.
"Of course you are. After all, he's the Yuki Eiri, loved by teenage girls and housewives alike, winner of two --"
"Mom!" Shuichi's eyes flicked from Eiri to Eiri's father, whose face was beginning to turn some shade of red, and cringed. "I'm sure he knows all that stuff. Don't you, Uesugi-san?"
"Hm."
Shuichi forced an awkward laugh. "Right, well, this has been great, Mom, Dad, but I think... Well, Uesugi-san doesn't really visit, you know, um, ever, so maybe we should leave them alone and just --"
"Don't be silly," Dais scolded.
Komiko nodded, smiling. "Family is family. And besides, I've always wanted to know who Yuki-san gets his good looks from."
"My mother," Eiri muttered at the same time as Uesugi-san said, "His mother". They looked briefly to one another, and as Komiko laughed softly, Eiri saw a muscle in his father's cheek twitch, just a little.
Positive this would push his father further toward an aneurysm -- and was that such a bad thing? --, Eiri looked back to the Shindou trio. "Maiko couldn't join you?"
"She had to study for school, of course." Dais looked to Eiri's father. "She's studying to be a social case worker, you know. Or a business executive."
"Or both," Komiko continued. "She's sometimes a little vague about these things."
The last time Eiri had seen her, Maiko had been preparing herself for an active social life and little else, so he just nodded vaguely. His father's lips pursed. Shuichi glanced desperately around the room, clearly watching for a way to get himself -- and, if possible, his parents -- far, far away from Eiri's father. Eiri didn't blame him. He was already assembling a packing list in his head: now that the bastard knew where he lived, Eiri had no choice but to move.
Dais and Komiko stepped forward, and Komiko took the bastard's arm. "Come, we'll show you around. We've been here enough that we know where everything is."
They had? Eiri glanced to Shuichi, who held up two fingers and shrugged.
Dais nodded his head. "In the meantime, Yuki-san can make tea."
As the Shindous led Eiri's dad down the hall, the monk couldn't resist a comment. "Tea?" he repeated. "That's a very feminine task."
Komiko tittered. "Why yes, I suppose it is," she agreed, and they disappeared down the hall.
Eiri whirled on Shuichi. "Why are they here?"
"They're visiting. It was a surprise. Why is he here? You said he didn't travel out as far as this! Ever!"
"He made an exception." Eiri ran a hand through his hair. "We have to get them out of here."
"We have to get him out of here."
"He was part of the 'them'."
Shuichi shook his head. "Why do my parents have to leave? Your dad is the asshole."
"It's my apartment. I can decide who stays and who goes."
"I live here too!"
Eiri shushed him, moving to the kitchen. "You won't for long if you keep this kind of shit up. What have I said about this?"
"About bringing people over?"
"Yes."
"Not to do it," the singer answered, but he continued quickly. "But that was just because of that one time with those girls and you locked them all in your office anyway and everything was fine and I promised not to do it again, so it's a stupid rule, Yuki!"
"Quiet." Eiri filled a pot with water and set it to boil. "I told you, two weeks' notice for all guests. No exceptions."
"What about your dad, then?"
"He didn't leave me a great deal of choice."
Shuichi made a face and went into the cabinets for tea cups. "Neither did mine. You know you only have three of these, right? Don't they usually come in sets of four?"
"There's another in there somewhere." He measured out tea. "How do we get rid of them?"
"How should I know? I usually don't try to scare off my parents, much less yours."
Eiri waved a hand. "He's easy. We'll parade you around in a dress until he stops breathing or his brain overloads. That isn't a problem."
"So...?"
"So, do you really want your parents to see you in a dress?"
Shuichi thought about that, then shook his head. "Not really. My mom would probably give me fashion tips, and my dad... Well, I'm not sure what he'd do. But he knows a lot about makeup, so..."
Eiri shook his head. Of course Shuichi's parents could never be like normal people. It was outrageous of him to expect it.
Shuichi leaned against a counter next to Eiri. "Maybe it won't be so bad. You dad is only being a little mean with them here, and they'd have to meet each other at the wedding anyway."
"I told you to stop the wedding fantasies." Eiri frowned and lit a cigarette, glancing to the hallway. "Your parents don't seem to mind, anyway."
Shuichi snorted, but didn't argue. Instead, he leaned forward. "My mom thinks you're hot. Not that she's wrong, I mean, but that's why she doesn't --"
"Stop talking."
"Jerk." The singer leaned backward, resting his elbows on the countertop. "You are pretty hot, you know. She just --"
"You aren't helping." Determined to stay busy, Eiri checked the water. It hadn't even reached the threat of boiling. "They all have to leave. I have work to do."
"Ahuh. That didn't keep you from X-X-X-ing me last night." With ever 'x', he crossed his index fingers, for emphasis.
"We're censoring ourselves now?"
"Just while my parents are here. And your dad, I guess." Shuichi considered Eiri and tilted his head to one side, listening for noises in the hall. "You don't have to work. So what's up, really?"
"Nothing." The water was beginning to bubble; he could hear it in the kettle. The writer turned off the heat.
Shuichi turned it on. "Don't say 'nothing', Yuki!" He pushed up to sidle close to the writer, circling his arms around the other man's waist. "Well?"
Eiri scowled and pulled on his cigarette. "I don't like them meeting." He'd given in too quickly, and he didn't miss the flicker of surprise that passed over Shuichi's face, only to be replaced by the pleased smirk Shuichi referred to as 'kitten eyes' and Eiri called 'annoying as all fuck'.
"Why?" Shuichi asked. He ran a hand under Eiri's shirt, warming his fingers against the writer's back. "Does it make it too official? The us being together thing?"
Eiri pulled away and started pouring tea into cops. "Shut up."
"That is it! Yuki!" Shuichi had the gall to look offended. "I've lived with you for two years and you think this makes it too official? I'm surprised you even thought I was more than a fling long enough to propose!"
"I never proposed to you. Stop having that stupid daydream."
"Yuki!"
"And quiet down." Eiri frowned, glancing toward the hall. He could hear the murmur of displeased voices, and he had a hunch he knew what was coming. "Did you clean the bedroom?"
"Why would I do that? You always do that."
"You were still in the bed when I left this morning."
"Yeah, but..." Shuichi paled. "Ohhh..."
"You can stop calling it 'X-X-X-ing' now," he said, even as the trio of parents came in. "I think they know."
Shuichi groaned, and Eiri contented himself knowing that Shuichi couldn't criticize his commitment issues when his parents were lecturing him on the importance of safe(r) sex and Eiri's father was scowling in the background.
So those fic prompts I put up a while back? Yes. I've finally finished them. (Let me rephrase. I finished them a while ago. Extraneous circumstances prevented me from posting them.)
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Maiko cooed and gurgled into her breast, and Shindou Komiko sighed and shifted her baby girl to her other arm. The arm of the park bench dug into her hip, and she tried to ease away from it with very little success. Next to her, Nakano Nami leaned forward in her seat, momentarily interrupting her sewing.
"Everything all right?"
"Hm. Oh, yes." Komiko sighed again. "I'm glad your husband was transferred to Tokyo, that's all. It's good to have you back."
Nami only nodded. "I'm glad, too. The city hasn't changed much since I left."
Komiko thought it had changed a great deal, but she said nothing. She knew from their childhood that Nami was not exceptionally emotional, but that she was remarkably passionate. However, like the city, Nami had changed a great deal in recent years -- since her marriage and subsequent departure -- and Komiko tread careful ground. She'd thought the park would serve as a nice, neutral place to meet, especially since it was an opportunity for the kids to get acquainted, and she was glad she'd at least been right about that. Everything else had seemed very off-center lately.
She looked across the park to their sons, who, though not interacting, were at least playing side by side. "They're getting along very well."
Nami nodded, every facet of her face displaying her pride. "Well, Hiroshi is a brilliant child. Yuuji, too, but Hiroshi especially."
"Is that so?" Komiko shifted again, easing away from the arm of the bench. She was a little more successful this time, but Maiko complained when she was eased out of the crook of her mother's arm and Komiko had to pause to hush the child again.
"Yes." Nami's smile dared Komiko to argue with her. "He's going to be a doctor one day, you know."
"That's quite an aspiration."
Nami nodded, smile still glued in place. "And Shuichi? What will he be?"
Komiko looked to her own son. Whereas Hiro was building castles and towers from rocks, Shuichi was using sticks to beat on the ground. Nami followed her gaze, and both women watched as Shuichi turned and knocked over Hiro's rock towers, cheering as they toppled. His mother hesitated.
"Happy," she said at last. "I think he'll be happy."
"'Happy' won't give him an easy life."
Komiko looked down at her infant daughter and smoothed the baby's hair. Maiko gurgled and blew a spit bubble. "That's all right."
"Hm." Nami folded her hands neatly in her lap. "Well, perhaps he'll surprise you."
"Maybe the two of them will surprise both of us."
Nami didn't respond, and she returned to her sewing. The women were both quiet for some time, until the playing boys got up and went to play in the long grasses. Both mothers angled themselves on the park bench so they could more easily see their sons, and Nami put down her sewing again.
"You've changed."
"Have I?" Komiko glanced down to Maiko again, careful not to meet Nami's eyes. "I was just thinking the same about you."
"Were you? That's interesting." Nami pulled out a stitch, carefully pulling the thread through silk. "I wonder what did it."
"Time, maybe? Or children."
Nami nodded and re-threaded her needle. "Both, perhaps."
"Both is possible." She glanced at the boys, who were screaming and yelling at the top of their lungs as they toddled through the grass. It earned them peeved looks from strangers and a frown from Nami, but Komiko, able to pick out the tune Shuichi was shouting with practiced ease, hummed along softly, smiling to herself.
Nami let out an exasperated breath. "Hiroshi, stop that!"
Her boy fell obediently quiet, but when Shuichi continued on undeterred he cast his mother a sidelong look and joined in again.
Komiko smiled. "They're going to be very good friends, I think. See how much fun they're having?"
Nami gaped at her. "You can't be serious."
"Why not?"
"It's just... They need to learn to listen, Komiko."
Komiko only shrugged, and she enjoyed the noise while she fussed over her daughter. Sure, at home she would be the first to tell Shuichi to quiet down, but here, in the park? There was no need. There would be plenty of time for quiet later on, and Shuichi would have to settle down someday, after all.
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If he had known Mika was dragging their father to Tokyo for her son's naming ceremony, Eiri would have feigned death, or at least been out of town that weekend. If he'd known the old bastard would corner him on the streets, he never would have left his apartment. And if he'd known his father would insist on seeing Eiri's "wretched den", Eiri at least would have made sure Shuichi's parents weren't visiting at the same time.
All conversation stopped when Eiri stepped inside, flanked by the bastard, and the writer, who knew how rare a collective Shindou silence really was, briefly relished it. Then Shuichi cleared his throat.
"Um," he said. "Welcome back, Yuki. Uesugi-san."
The bastard scowled at Shuichi. At least this time the singer wasn't wearing a dress, and Eiri thanked Buddha for small favors, briefly considered the Shindous, and then turned to his lover. He arched an eyebrow to ask 'Why are they here?' and Shuichi raised one back to reply 'Why is he?'.
At a silent impasse, Eiri sighed. he started to say something, but Shuichi's mother pushed forward.
"Yuki-san, I hope you don't mind our visiting at such short notice..." She beamed. "And you must be Yuki-san's father? It's wonderful to meet you at last, of course."
Eiri's father cast a quick look at his son, eyebrows raised, then offered a short bow to the Shindou matriarch. "Uesugi. It's a pleasure, Shindou-san."
"Oh, please, call me Komiko. And my husband, Dais. We're practically family, you know!"
Shuichi tugged at his mother's -- Komiko's -- arm. "Mom, maybe you should just --"
"You must be terribly proud of Yuki-san," she went on, nonplussed by her son's interruption. Shuichi let out a long breath, glancing to Eiri as if to say 'I am so, so sorry, but this wouldn't have happened if you'd told me he was going to be here'. Eiri shot a look back, pressing his lips together to say 'Someway, somehow, this is still entirely your fault'.
Eiri's father nodded stiffly. "Of course," he said. "Very proud."
Shuichi's parents were apparently just as oblivious to sarcasm as their son. Or, rather, as their son had been. Shuichi winced. His parents nodded sagely, and Komiko beamed.
"Of course you are. After all, he's the Yuki Eiri, loved by teenage girls and housewives alike, winner of two --"
"Mom!" Shuichi's eyes flicked from Eiri to Eiri's father, whose face was beginning to turn some shade of red, and cringed. "I'm sure he knows all that stuff. Don't you, Uesugi-san?"
"Hm."
Shuichi forced an awkward laugh. "Right, well, this has been great, Mom, Dad, but I think... Well, Uesugi-san doesn't really visit, you know, um, ever, so maybe we should leave them alone and just --"
"Don't be silly," Dais scolded.
Komiko nodded, smiling. "Family is family. And besides, I've always wanted to know who Yuki-san gets his good looks from."
"My mother," Eiri muttered at the same time as Uesugi-san said, "His mother". They looked briefly to one another, and as Komiko laughed softly, Eiri saw a muscle in his father's cheek twitch, just a little.
Positive this would push his father further toward an aneurysm -- and was that such a bad thing? --, Eiri looked back to the Shindou trio. "Maiko couldn't join you?"
"She had to study for school, of course." Dais looked to Eiri's father. "She's studying to be a social case worker, you know. Or a business executive."
"Or both," Komiko continued. "She's sometimes a little vague about these things."
The last time Eiri had seen her, Maiko had been preparing herself for an active social life and little else, so he just nodded vaguely. His father's lips pursed. Shuichi glanced desperately around the room, clearly watching for a way to get himself -- and, if possible, his parents -- far, far away from Eiri's father. Eiri didn't blame him. He was already assembling a packing list in his head: now that the bastard knew where he lived, Eiri had no choice but to move.
Dais and Komiko stepped forward, and Komiko took the bastard's arm. "Come, we'll show you around. We've been here enough that we know where everything is."
They had? Eiri glanced to Shuichi, who held up two fingers and shrugged.
Dais nodded his head. "In the meantime, Yuki-san can make tea."
As the Shindous led Eiri's dad down the hall, the monk couldn't resist a comment. "Tea?" he repeated. "That's a very feminine task."
Komiko tittered. "Why yes, I suppose it is," she agreed, and they disappeared down the hall.
Eiri whirled on Shuichi. "Why are they here?"
"They're visiting. It was a surprise. Why is he here? You said he didn't travel out as far as this! Ever!"
"He made an exception." Eiri ran a hand through his hair. "We have to get them out of here."
"We have to get him out of here."
"He was part of the 'them'."
Shuichi shook his head. "Why do my parents have to leave? Your dad is the asshole."
"It's my apartment. I can decide who stays and who goes."
"I live here too!"
Eiri shushed him, moving to the kitchen. "You won't for long if you keep this kind of shit up. What have I said about this?"
"About bringing people over?"
"Yes."
"Not to do it," the singer answered, but he continued quickly. "But that was just because of that one time with those girls and you locked them all in your office anyway and everything was fine and I promised not to do it again, so it's a stupid rule, Yuki!"
"Quiet." Eiri filled a pot with water and set it to boil. "I told you, two weeks' notice for all guests. No exceptions."
"What about your dad, then?"
"He didn't leave me a great deal of choice."
Shuichi made a face and went into the cabinets for tea cups. "Neither did mine. You know you only have three of these, right? Don't they usually come in sets of four?"
"There's another in there somewhere." He measured out tea. "How do we get rid of them?"
"How should I know? I usually don't try to scare off my parents, much less yours."
Eiri waved a hand. "He's easy. We'll parade you around in a dress until he stops breathing or his brain overloads. That isn't a problem."
"So...?"
"So, do you really want your parents to see you in a dress?"
Shuichi thought about that, then shook his head. "Not really. My mom would probably give me fashion tips, and my dad... Well, I'm not sure what he'd do. But he knows a lot about makeup, so..."
Eiri shook his head. Of course Shuichi's parents could never be like normal people. It was outrageous of him to expect it.
Shuichi leaned against a counter next to Eiri. "Maybe it won't be so bad. You dad is only being a little mean with them here, and they'd have to meet each other at the wedding anyway."
"I told you to stop the wedding fantasies." Eiri frowned and lit a cigarette, glancing to the hallway. "Your parents don't seem to mind, anyway."
Shuichi snorted, but didn't argue. Instead, he leaned forward. "My mom thinks you're hot. Not that she's wrong, I mean, but that's why she doesn't --"
"Stop talking."
"Jerk." The singer leaned backward, resting his elbows on the countertop. "You are pretty hot, you know. She just --"
"You aren't helping." Determined to stay busy, Eiri checked the water. It hadn't even reached the threat of boiling. "They all have to leave. I have work to do."
"Ahuh. That didn't keep you from X-X-X-ing me last night." With ever 'x', he crossed his index fingers, for emphasis.
"We're censoring ourselves now?"
"Just while my parents are here. And your dad, I guess." Shuichi considered Eiri and tilted his head to one side, listening for noises in the hall. "You don't have to work. So what's up, really?"
"Nothing." The water was beginning to bubble; he could hear it in the kettle. The writer turned off the heat.
Shuichi turned it on. "Don't say 'nothing', Yuki!" He pushed up to sidle close to the writer, circling his arms around the other man's waist. "Well?"
Eiri scowled and pulled on his cigarette. "I don't like them meeting." He'd given in too quickly, and he didn't miss the flicker of surprise that passed over Shuichi's face, only to be replaced by the pleased smirk Shuichi referred to as 'kitten eyes' and Eiri called 'annoying as all fuck'.
"Why?" Shuichi asked. He ran a hand under Eiri's shirt, warming his fingers against the writer's back. "Does it make it too official? The us being together thing?"
Eiri pulled away and started pouring tea into cops. "Shut up."
"That is it! Yuki!" Shuichi had the gall to look offended. "I've lived with you for two years and you think this makes it too official? I'm surprised you even thought I was more than a fling long enough to propose!"
"I never proposed to you. Stop having that stupid daydream."
"Yuki!"
"And quiet down." Eiri frowned, glancing toward the hall. He could hear the murmur of displeased voices, and he had a hunch he knew what was coming. "Did you clean the bedroom?"
"Why would I do that? You always do that."
"You were still in the bed when I left this morning."
"Yeah, but..." Shuichi paled. "Ohhh..."
"You can stop calling it 'X-X-X-ing' now," he said, even as the trio of parents came in. "I think they know."
Shuichi groaned, and Eiri contented himself knowing that Shuichi couldn't criticize his commitment issues when his parents were lecturing him on the importance of safe(r) sex and Eiri's father was scowling in the background.
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Date: 2008-10-08 04:03 am (UTC)and OMG the importance of safer sex eh? <3 that's fantastic <3 for the parents meeting :)
great writing all around <3 thanks for sharing them!!
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Date: 2008-10-08 11:41 am (UTC)Safer sex is important. Sex with whips and chains? Mmm. That's dangerous.
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Date: 2008-10-08 08:48 am (UTC)*runs to read now*
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Date: 2008-10-08 04:51 pm (UTC)I felt sorry for Eiri and Shuichi being stuck in this situation. ^^; And OMG the ending, what would happend next seems to sound even worse that it was. Poor guys..
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Date: 2008-10-08 07:31 pm (UTC)