Hi~~~ My 3rd fic for Monochrome Factor, yay~~~

And just so you know, this is rated T for mild… sexiness…? I guess… =3

Anyways, enjoy~~

Sleep-over

Chapter 1

"Get! Out~!" Mayu yelled, crashing through Kengo's bedroom door.

"W-What?" Kengo had been listening to songs and had yanked off his earphones in surprise, which led to horrible ringing ears.

"I said get! Out~!" Mayu yelled again, pulling Kengo out of his bed.

"W-Why?"

"I need some alone time!" Mayu pushed Kengo towards the door. He prevented himself by spreading his arms and legs and grabbing the doorframe.

"What!"

"I just got dumped and I need some alone time!" Mayu kicked his butt and he fell. She grabbed him by the cuff of his Chinese-style green shirt and pulled him down the stairs.

"O-Ow! Hey! Ngaa, mou! Why don't you just drink it away?" Kengo whined.

That only made Mayu pull harder. "I did but Master stopped me and made me go home!" Mayu yanked open the door and shoved Kengo through.

"But why are you driving me out?"

"Shut up! I'll drink when you're out!"

"But I never bothered you when you drink!"

"So?"

"M-My clothes! Let me get my—"

Bam! Kengo heard the door being locked.

"Uuuuu~… Nee-san! Open up!"

No response.

"Sigh… Where do I go now?" He whined. "I don't have any money, any extra clothes, any friends where I could go to—" He blinked. "Akira!"

If it's Akira he might be able to stay for a night, since he lives alone. But…

Kengo remembered the last times he went.

"A—kira~!" Kengo grinned.

"Go away." Akira shut the door in his face. End of story.

"I-If he knows about the situation, maybe…" he drifted off his sentence and started to walk off, and heard the door shut a second time behind me. He whirled around to find a plastic bag with a messy note taped on it.

He crouched down and read the scrawled writing.

If you're going to Akira's, share this with him. There was a heart shape drawn at the end and Mayu's signature.

He picked it up. There were cans of juice and it was a little heavy. Some unknown brand he had never seen before. Well, at least he won't go empty-handed. He sniffed, and trudged off to Akira's.

Ding-dong!

Akira groaned as he got off the couch. Stupid doorbell. Stupid salesman. He sniffed indignantly, preparing to burn the salesman alive. With his words and facial expression, that is.

He pulled open the door to see a pitiful-looking Kengo. He dropped his face expression instantly.

"K-Kengo! What the hell are you doing here, and at this time?" Akira demanded, pulling the door open a little wider.

"Uuuu~ Akiraa~ Please, let me stay for a night," he whined.

"Wait, what?"

"Nee-san threw me out and I have nowhere to go!"

"If you're thrown out because of something I don't like, then no way in hell am I gonna invite you in. And there's no way I'll let you bite me."

"B-Bite…?" Kengo looked confused.

Akira put his head in his hand. Haa… He sure is a slow one…

"Fine, fine, come on in." Akira pulled the door open wide and took Kengo's arm and pulled him in, shutting the door and locking it.

Th-this easily? Yatta!

Akira plopped himself down on the couch and yawned. Kengo put the bag of drinks on the coffee table and sat down himself.

"….De?"

"What?"

"Why were you thrown out?"

"Nee-san got dumped and Master won't let her drink so she took it out on me."

"Ah… The usual, huh?"

They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the TV.

"N-Nee, Akira."

"Haa?"

"Did you eat dinner yet?"

"Nope. You?"

"Not yet either."

"Then you want some? Make something for me too."

"Oh, ok." Kengo stood up. "What do you want?"

"Anything's fine."

"Umm…" Kengo walked towards the kitchen. "Where's Shirogane?"

"Shirogane's out so it'd only be the two of us tonight."

Akira watched TV as Kengo cooked instant ramen.

"Hai, ramen!" Kengo set down a bowl of ramen in front of Akira.

Akira picked up his chopsticks, eyes still glued to the TV screen. "What's with that cheerful tone? It's not like you made it. It's instant." He slurped his noodles.

"Wha~t? I still put in some extra vegetables and an egg, too! And I'm too hungry I can't wait to eat." Kengo poked at his egg, and then slurped his noodles also.

"Nee."

"Hm?"

"What is this?" Akira poked at the cans of juice. Kengo had just taken it out of the refrigerator. There were 8 cans.

"I don't really know. Nee-san left them for us."

"Are you sure it's not poisonous or something? I've never seen this before."

"Me too but I'm sure it's not. It's just juice." Kengo opened a can. "I guess," he added.

"Hmm…" Akira mused before opening a can and taking a sip.

"A~kira~" Kou called out cheerfully while picking on the lock on his front door. He opened it, stepping through. All was quiet except for the sound of TV and muffled voices.

"Ara?" Kou kicked off his shoes. "You can't already be asleep, can you? Shirogane told me to check on you, that's why I came…" he said, half to himself.

He went into the living room. The long couch had its back to him, so he can't see who's in it, but he can see two pairs of legs dangling over the armrest, and heard the sound of clothes rustling against each other.

Kou's jaw dropped about two feet. I— I-Is he d-doing it?

Haha… I like this story better than Kengo's Dark Side! XD