Shu and Ryu's Halloween Escapade
By Aoi Umi
A/N: Gomengomen....Halloween is long over. nn;; But I finally found time to finish this! Yay! Did everyone have a good Halloween? I dressed as Shuichi, even at school. Needless to say, it was awesome. XD
Chapter 3: "Sweet Chocolate"
Shuichi sniffled and rubbed at his nose. "It's kind of cold, isn't it?"
Ryuichi shrugged. He was preoccupied with the breeze's interplay on his billowy costume. Raising and lowering his arm, he was quite fascinated by the ghostly ripples and pockets that were created.
"Ano, Sakuma-san?"
"Hnya?"
"Didn't you say we're supposed to go to strangers' houses?"
Ryuichi suddenly turned a little more serious. "There's no such thing as strangers to us, Shui-chi!" He seized his companion by the shoulders. "We'd risk getting tied, bound and gagged, and even stripped, in the homes of rabid fangirls!"
Shuichi blushed and looked toward the ground in an attempt to deny a slightly wanton grin finding its way to his face. He squinted his eyes shut and internally reprimanded himself.
"Or even worse," Ryuichi continued, "their jealous boyfriends could tie us to rockets and take us to the roof and light a fuse that would go 'cschhhhhh' until the moment we blast off into the sky and who knows what would happen then! We could explode, Shuichi! Then it's 'bye-bye us' and no more shiny concerts, ever!"
"I guess that's not so cool," Shuichi conceded. Then his eyes lit up excitedly. "Unless they were the kind of rockets that don't explode..." he remarked. "Then we'd just go into orbit and we'd get a free ride around the whole world! I could bring back souvenirs for Yuki, like European cigars or something! Only, then he would smoke them – yuck. ....I know! I'd get him chocolate..."
Ryuichi's eyes widened somberly. Shuichi's did likewise and the two stared mournfully at each other. "Chocolate..." they both whined in the same longing voice.
Indeed, chocolate, the staple of any Halloween harvest, was one thing that was glaringly missing tonight.
Ryuichi jerked his head as if suddenly recalling something very important. "I know where we can find a LOT of chocolate na no da!! Come on!" He dashed down the street and around the corner, and Shuichi followed bewilderedly, choking on a sharp breath of cold air.
Shuichi's cat ears drooped. He panted heavily with the intense effort of running up the...what was it?...twenty-fifth flight of stairs? He coughed. "Sakuma-saaann..." he called weakly. "How many floors does this building have? Is there really chocolate at the top?"
Ryuichi turned his head for a moment but didn't stop bouncily running. "You're so slow, Shu-ichi...! And you look kinda pale! Of course there is chocolate na no da! I wouldn't lie about something as serious as sugary cocoa-bean yumminess!"
Shuichi laughed. "You'd better not!" He poured a burst of sugar-fed energy into his run. It didn't last long, though. He leaned against the wall. "I'm gonna need it..." he sighed. Squinting determinedly, he continued running. "I'm not ready for a sugar-hangover yet, dammit! I need more!"
At last, through a door, Shu-neko caught sight of the brilliant harvest moon. He had lost sight, however, of Ryuichi. "Sakuma-san...?" he called tentatively, emerging onto the roof. He found himself behind a large, mysterious curtained structure. Something was up.
Suddenly a deafening cheer was heard from the other side of the curtain. Before he could blink, Shuichi's cat-gloved arm was seized and he was yanked onto the stage.
He blinked dizzily. Before him were a thousand screaming, costumed, mostly female fans. They were very tightly packed onto every square inch of surface the building's roof could offer.
"Are you ready, Halloween fans? It's time for me and Shu-chan's special Halloween concert na no da!!" Ryuichi threw the ghost sheet off his head and into the audience. Beneath it, he was costumed in a sparkly, sexy, demon-underlord-themed wardrobe. His eyes glinted.
Chocolate was thrown onto the stage from every direction. Piles of it accumulated at the feet of the costumed rock stars.
Shuichi gaped but quickly regained his composure. He exchanged a glance with Ryuichi and received a wink. A song began that Shuichi recognized – it was from one of Nittle Grasper's old CDs. With a swish of his tail, he grabbed a mike and joined in.
A haunted, hunted moon
Reflected in your eye
A scattered melody
Your unwavering 'goodbye'
In this windswept moment
All gentleness is lost
Casually you shatter
A dream so shine-embossed
And so I draw you near
A lapse in dignity
I pierce you with my vampire heart
Mine for eternity
You never really noticed
A dear, sweet sort of prey
Having you was easy
'Till you tried to go astray
A demon born into this night
All sanctity is broken
You brought him to life, my dear
You never should have spoken
A lapse in dignity
I pierce you with my vampire heart
Mine for eternity
And so I draw you near
A lapse in dignity
I pierce you with--(cough!)
Shuichi's voice gave out and he gasped for breath. The world spun around him and the last thing he saw was the clear, starry sky as he fell to the stage and everything went black.
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"You really passed out on the stage?"
"Yeah," Shuichi muttered hoarsely into the phone. "Really."
"Heh...well, that's what you get for snogging with Yuki-san while he's sick. And for not inviting me to this concert."
"I told you; it was Sakuma-san's idea. It was a total surprise to me, too."
"Well, I hope you get better soon, man. Don't drown in a pile of tissues this time."
"Hiroo...You're exaggerating. Besides, Yuki will save me. He can be a sexy lifeguard and give me mouth-to-mouth."
"Then you'll get him sick again."
"Oh...yeah."
"Anyway, I'll catch you later, Shu. Maybe I'll stop by later with some of Ayaka's homemade cold remedy."
Shuichi smiled weakly. "Thanks, Hiro. Bye."
Beep. Shuichi set the phone aside and let his head fall back into the pillow. He sighed, frustrated with the ridiculous amount of effort it took to breathe. Though they were muffled due to the clogged state of his entire head, Shuichi heard Yuki's soft footsteps coming nearer. He extended a hand and caught Yuki's clothing in passing.
Eiri stumbled and nearly dropped the basket of clean laundry in his arms. After regaining his composure, he irritably looked down at the source of this disturbance. He didn't have the heart to glare as intensely as he would have liked when he caught sight of those pitiful, watery eyes set in that pale face. He still stared, still expecting an explanation, however.
"Yuki."
"What?"
Cough. "I'm hot again. Will you turn on the fan?"
"The one that you so cleverly entwined with meters upon meters of toilet tissue?"
Shuichi looked up. He tried to suppress a gigglish smirk, but it escaped anyway.
"Looks like you're S.O.L. until someone cleans it up, ne?" He walked to a nearby table and began folding the 'spring-fresh' shirts, socks, and underwear.
"I can't believe you just left all the toilet paper there, Yuki."
"Once you get over this ostensible couch-ridden illness, you're cleaning it up, piling it all into a bed, and sleeping on it for a week," he replied rather snappishly.
"Oh, come on, Yuki," he whimpered. "Didn't you (cough)...think it was funny at all?"
"It'll be pretty funny when you run out of Kleenex and there's no soft, disposable paper left anywhere in this house for you to blow your snot on," he smirked.
"I guess I'll use my sleeve, then." Shuichi made a motion to wipe his nose on his arm.
Eiri turned sharply. "That's my shirt!"
"Oh, come on...that's what doing the laundry is for." He rubbed his face tauntingly all over both sleeves.
Eiri turned back to his task with disgust and a vague aversion to Shuichi's childish behavior.
Riiing.
Shuichi seized the phone and looked at the Caller I.D. screen. "It's for me!" He waved the phone around.
"Then answer it, stupid." Eiri gathered up the folded laundry and took it into the other room.
Shuichi cleared his throat. Before he could say 'hello,' a very loud voice assaulted his ear. "SHUUICHI!! Shuichi, are you okay na no da??"
"Hi, Sakuma-san. I'm alright."
"You don't sound alright, Shu-chan! You sound like a frog that ate a concrete smoothie when he thought it was gonna be a chocolate-strawberry-banana smoothie!"
Shuichi laughed. He put a hand over the phone and called, "Yuki! Will you make me a (cough) chocolate-strawberry-banana smoothie?"
"No."
Shuichi turned back to his phone conversation. "I'm really sorry I ruined the concert," he said sadly.
"Don't worry about it, Shuichi. It was a free concert anyway; the only thing they had to bring was chocolate. Just work on getting better, and enjoying the chocolate na no da." His smile was somehow conveyed across the telephone, and Shuichi smiled, too.
Shuichi reached over the back of the couch and selected a piece from his extensive chocolate pile. Even at the rate he was eating, that pile would probably last for at least several months. It was sometimes nice to have so many shamelessly adoring fans.
"Shuichi? Are you still there?"
"Oh," he replied through a mouthful of candy, "Yeah. I'm eea'ing cho'olate like you said." He swallowed.
"Okay, well, call me when you get better, Shuichi, if you wanna do something like take some of our chocolate and melt it down and then make statues out of it!"
"Hey! That's a good idea!" he laughed. "Okay. See you later, Sakuma-san."
"Ryu-chan!"
Beep.
"I think this was a great Halloween," Shuichi announced. "It was fun! I want to have Halloween again next year."
"Really..." mumbled Eiri, half-listening.
"Yeah! And I vow to get double the chocolate next year!"
"You're going to need it," Eiri observed, casually selecting a few pieces from the pile for himself.
"Hey! That's my chocolate!"
"You should know that I sometimes take bribes," he smiled craftily.
Shuichi's eyes lit up. "Then you'll watch a movie with me?"
"I was actually referring to alleviating your 'toilet paper incident' sentence. But okay. Why not." Shuichi scooted over and allowed him to sit down on the couch. "Just don't sneeze on me. My cold's almost gone."
Shuichi squeezed him tightly. "I'm gonna make a chocolate statue for you!"
"Huh?"
END
A/N: No, that's not a real Grasper song. I wrote it because I wanted something that could tie in with Halloween. :) (Notice that it rhymes in English...n-n;;) Sorry that this kinda turned so needlessly YukiShu-ish near the end. I can't help it...writing them together is so much fun. Hehe.
Reviews are appreciated. Chocolate is expressly venerated, but until technology allows it to be transferred electronically, reviews are good. :)