Shu and Ryu's Halloween Escapade
By Aoi Umi
Author's Notes: Just a simple title for a simple, light little fic. Being incredibly busy, I should never have begun writing this so close to Halloween. x.x I hope to have it finished on time. If I don't, shoot me. On second thought, don't. That would hurt. To you-know-who-you-are: Here, I did a Ryuichi fic. Happy? ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravi etc. etc. etc.
Chapter 1: "It's a Date"
"Shhuuuichiii!" rang a shrill, grating voice at the door. "Shuichi Shuichi Shuichiii!" The voice's owner pounded persistently.
Shuichi Shindou hit the "pause" button on his controller and stood up. Just when I get Yuki to finally play Super Smash Bros. with me... He sighed, but bounced toward the door anyway. "Stay right there, Yuki!" he called. "You promised!"
Eiri Yuki grunted. "Dammit, it's cold in here..." he muttered from the floor. He grappled behind him for a blanket from the couch and pulled it around himself rather than getting up to adjust the thermostat.
"You're moving in there!" warned Shuichi. "I can hear it!"
The poundings again came at the door, gaining rapidity.
"Just answer the damn door."
Shuichi did so. And was met with a face full of cottony pink rabbit.
"S-Sakuma-san? What are you doing here?"
"Hm..." began the spastic visitor. "Building an igloo? Chink, chink." He mimed stacking ice blocks. "Samuiii!!" He shivered.
"Ah, yeah, it is a little cold in here, isn't it?" Shuichi apologized. "I'll adjust the thermostat." He began to walk toward it. "Oh! Come on in, Sakuma-san."
"Ryu-chan," he corrected as he was led to the table.
"Would you like something to drink, Sakuma-san?" Shuichi continued, busily pushing glasses aside as he probed the cabinet for his set of Choco-Choco Pup mugs.
"Kuma-chan would like warm milk," Ryuichi announced. He seized a paper napkin and in an instant he had fashioned a small sweater for the apparently shivering stuffed animal. "Brr!"
Suddenly he caught sight of the television screen in the other room. "Superrr Smaaaassh Brotherrrs!" he chorused as he bounded into the other room, leapt over the back of the couch, and landed with a plop.
Eiri, nearby on the floor, grimaced and covered his head with the blanket. He coughed.
"Shuichi!" Ryu called. "I bet I can beat you!!"
"Wait!" replied Shuichi, abandoning the milk. "Yuki and I were in the middle of a fight...."
He arrived in the living room to find Eiri miserably dragging himself away from it. "Yuki? Where are you going?"
"Bed," he sniffled. "This is a sick day. Not a make-myself-more-sick day. I have a headache. I'm going to sleep."
"But Yuki, wait..."
"Go on, knock yourselves out. Just spare the new cushions if you decide to do anything naughty."
Shuichi scowled, following Yuki with his eyes until the bedroom door was shut in his face.
"Shuichi!!" Ryuichi waved from the couch. "I'm gonna be Pikachu! Pika pika!"
Deciding that there was no retrieving his crabby lover at this point, Shuichi leapt onto the couch beside Ryuichi. Some of Ryu's characteristic hyperness was already somehow transferring to him as though through osmosis, which was a fairly common phenomenon between the two. "Okay...I'm gonna be Pikachu, too!"
"Haha...ha!" chortled Ryuichi. "I got the superstar. Look at how shiny I am now! Pikapika pika pika!"
"Big deal," Shuichi laughed. His Pikachu, after lying in wait, delivered the decisive blow as soon as the superpowers had faded. "Victory!"
"Awww..." Ryuichi frowned. "You made Kumagoro sad." He sniffled. Then he grinned. "But it's okay! I came here to see you" – he held up his index finger – "because I have an idea, Shu-chan!!"
"Really? What?" Shuichi flung the controller aside and listened attentively.
"You did know that..." Ryuichi shifted his eyes back and forth mysteriously. "...Halloween is coming, right?"
"Halloween?" Shuichi blinked. "Halloween...Halloween..." he mumbled pensively. "What is Halloween?"
"Gaaasp," gasped Ryuichi. "You don't know what Halloween is?"
Shuichi shook his head.
"Halloween," Ryuichi began, "Is an American holiday where kids dress up in costumes and go to strangers' houses at night and ask for candy, and the strangers give it to them for free! They get a toooonnn of shugaaa! It's great!"
Shuichi was puzzled. "I thought Americans were paranoid of each other and locked themselves in their houses at night with guns under their beds."
"Not on Halloween! It's the hour of the spirits! And there are pumpkins and bats and stuff too. It's wonder-tastic-ful!"
"Oh! That! I've seen that on TV!"
Ryuichi nodded. "And we're gonna have a super special Halloween together, Shuichi!" He grinned. "Sounds like fun, neee?"
"Yeah!" Shuichi clenched his fist in excitement. "....um.....how, exactly?" A drop of sweat appeared on his pink head.
"Trick-or-Treating, of course! I'll come back tomorrow evening, so wear a costume na no da!"
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"Yuki! How do I look?" A pink-haired fuzzy cat spun around in front of the mirror. He wore tight clothing adorned with ears, paws, a tail, and various sparkly, buckled accessories.
"Like an anthropomorphic feline prostitute," Eiri replied, not bothering to look up from the book he was reading. A large whump beside him agitated the bed springs and disturbed the words on the page. A cattish nuzzle was felt in his side.
"You don't mean that, nyaa," Shuichi purred coyly.
"Oh, yes I do. If some pervert tries to pick you up off the street tonight, don't say I didn't warn you." He smirked.
Shu-neko scowled. "Well, whatever I get I'm not sharing with you," he stated resolutely.
Eiri raised an eyebrow.
"......—uh," Shuichi's face faltered. "I meant candy! I was talking about candy!!" he cried indignantly.
Eiri smiled and turned back to the book in his lap.
Ding-dong.
"Oh, that must be Sakuma-san." Shuichi bounced off the bed, again momentarily jarring the words on the page of Yuki's book, and ran for the door.
"Boo!" announced a crisp white sheet in the doorway. "And 'arrr!'" In his gloved hands was a pirate-impersonating Kumagoro. "You look great, Shuichi!"
Shuichi stuck out his tongue in the direction of the bedroom.
"Are you ready for an awesome night of hyper sugar fun??"
"Hai-nya!" he saluted. "Ittekimasu, Yuki!" he called over his shoulder.
In response he got only a vague "Nnn."
"What's his problem?" Shuichi muttered. Walking through the hallway, he turned again to Ryuichi and asked, "So, how exactly do we do 'Trick-or-Treating,' anyway?"
"Easy! We just ring peoples' doorbells and say 'Trick or Treat.' Then they give us yummy stuff na no da!"
"That's it?"
Ryuichi nodded. "Sugoi, ne?"
"What does 'Trick or Treat' mean?"
"Aahhh...mmm...hm." Ryuichi considered this, tapping his chin pensively. "I have no idea."
"What if nobody gives us candy?" Shuichi worried.
"Then we're supposed to do something funny to them, like put toilet paper in their yard!" Ryuichi grinned mischievously. "I brought some; look!" He rummaged in his coat pocket and indeed pulled out a roll from beneath his ghost costume.
"Ha ha!" Shuichi giggled. "I kind of hope they don't give us candy!" He stopped. "Oh! Let's go back and try it on Yuki!"
They turned around and hurried back to the apartment. "Nya..." Shu knocked and clawed at the door. After a minute had passed, he pounded harder.
Finally, the door was flung open and the exasperated blonde glared irately at him. "You could have let yourself in, you moron. What are you doing back already, anyway?"
"Ano... 'Trick or Treat!'" Shuichi enunciated as he grinned and held out an orange plastic bag at arm's length.
"......." Eiri lowered his eyes. "You live here. You know as well as I do that there is no candy in this house. The two of you ate it all yesterday." He blew a wisp of smoke testily.
"Well, you don't have to be so mean," Shuichi grumbled. "And why are you smoking when you have a cold? You really shouldn't."
Eiri ignored this and shut the door. A few seconds later, ear to the door, Shuichi heard the shutting of the bedroom door within. He entered the dark apartment quietly.
"What are we doing, Shuichi?" asked Ryuichi.
"Shh!" He went into the bathroom and came back out with supplies. "We're gonna toilet paper his living room," he whispered.
The two of them giggled and set to work. They draped streamers of the thin, 2-ply paper about the television, chairs, and potted plants. Shuichi even tangled it intricately through the blades of the ceiling fan.
Stepping back to admire their handiwork, they giggled again. to think of it, this is my living room, too," Shuichi realized. "Oh, well. I don't care! It serves Yuki right!" He smiled cheekily.
They left the apartment, laughing. "Okay, now the fun really begins!" they agreed as they hit the streets.
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