A/N: And the story is COMPLETE! I'm dead. This one is OOC to the max, in my opinion. I ran out of good ideas, plot, and all that stuff. Heck, I had no plan for this one as well as any of them. I wrote as I went along and I think it went pretty badly. Oh well...

Disclaimer: I don't own.

OT3 (TezuFujiRyo)

It was New Year's Eve and the Echizen household was on vacation, except for Ryoma. Nanako went on a trip with some of her friends to an onsen and would not be back for a couple of days. Nanjiroh and Rinko decided to visit America for the holidays and will not be back for at least a week. So the Echizen residence has been vacant for a while.

Ryoma was tired of coming home to an empty house so on New Year's Eve, he planned something with his boyfriends. Yes, boyfriends, as in plural. He had already asked them ahead of time and the both of them agreed to spend New Year's Eve together.

That afternoon, Ryoma invited Tezuka and Fuji to come over and spend the night with him. He even got a spare futon and placed it next to his so it looked like one big bed. Before the other two came, Ryoma decided to do some cleaning. When his family left for the holidays, he had not dusted the place because he was always home alone and if he was alone, he could do the dust later. But today, he had guests, special guests, so he might as well tidy up.

Ryoma wiped the sweat that was accumulating on his forehead as he finished up tidying up his house. He noted the time and realized he only had a couple minutes before his lovers arrived. Running to his room, he picked out a few clothes and headed towards the bathroom. There was no time for him to soak in the bath like he wanted, so he ended up taking a quick shower.

When Ryoma finished, the doorbell rang. Ryoma rushed to get the door. As soon as he even got a crack of the door open, Fuji barged through the door to glomp the poor boy.

"Ack! Syuu, I can't breathe!" The emerald haired boy huffed in slight annoyance, but he was secretly thrilled (pun intended!) to have his lovers over.

Outside, still, stood Tezuka smiling slightly at the scene. He had expected Fuji's absurd way of showing his love and his younger lover's reaction to said show of affection. This was pretty normal.

"Syuusuke," Tezuka called sternly but gently, "Ryoma invited us to spend the day together not to kill each other."

"Saa... but our Ryo-chan is so cute." Syuusuke reasoned as he continued to cuddle the shorter male.

Tezuka sighed. He stepped into the house and closed the door. As much as he loved his lover, Fuji was overreacting. Not in a bad way, no, just a little over the top. Tezuka wrapped his arm around Fuji's midsection and easily pulled Fuji away from the younger boy.

"Spoil sport." Fuji pouted but leaned back to peck Tezuka's lips anyways.

"Good evening, Ryoma," Tezuka greeted affectionately.

Ryoma smiled at his tallest lover and tiptoed to kiss him. "Aa, good evening, Kunimitsu."

Fuji pouted and complained even more, "Mou, I want some love too."

"Hai, hai," Ryoma said exasperated, "Good evening, Syuusuke." Ryoma placed a kiss on Fuji's lips while Tezuka gave the brunette a kiss on his temple.

"We should go get started," Ryoma told his lovers, effectively breaking the loving moment, "You can leave your stuff in the room."

In less than a minute, all three males were standing in the kitchen deciding what to cook, who was going to cook, and who was pretty much doing the work. Ryoma knew he wasn't that decent in cooking. He knew the basics, yes, but apart from that, he could not cook. Fuji thought about his own cooking and he really wasn't that bad, as long as he put wasabi in it. The two looked at each other then stared at pointedly Tezuka.

"Omaera..." Tezuka's glasses gleamed and he twitched minutely, but sighed and got to work. If he was cooking, he might as well make whatever he felt like eating.

"Mada mada dane, Mitsu" Ryoma smirked but before anything could happen, Fuji dragged him out from the kitchen. Tezuka with a knife was scary.

"We love you, Mitsu-dear!" Fuji called.

About an hour later, Fuji and Ryoma got bored. They looked into the kitchen to see Tezuka diligently working on their meal.

"Mitsu, do you need help?" Fuji called.

"Aa, you and Ryoma go set up the table."

"Hai~" Fuji's voice rang.

The two walked into the kitchen as one, Ryoma leading with Fuji glued onto him. Tezuka looked over at the two then sighed. 'Those two...'

The trio ate dinner comfortably. Tezuka was used to the silence at his house, as well as Ryoma, but Fuji liked to communicate. So, instead, the three made light conversation all throughout dinner, talking about the most random things, really.

After dinner, Ryoma and Fuji cleared the table because they felt a twinge of guilt for having Tezuka cook dinner. Ryoma and Fuji also obligated themselves to washing the dishes. It was more of Ryoma washing the dishes while Fuji splashed him. They were in fits of giggles and shouting.

Tezuka walked up to the pair to see if everything was going well, and he was met with a soaking wet Ryoma and an amused Fuji.

Cautiously, Tezuka wrapped his arms around Fuji and placed his chin atop of Fuji's head.

"Syuusuke," Tezuka said, "what are you doing?"

"Cleaning." Syuusuke answered.

Ryoma scoffed. Fuji was not cleaning, he was.

"I see..." Tezuka said slowly. "Giving Ryoma a bath is not cleaning."

Tezuka soon regretted what he said as Fuji brightened up with an idea.

"That's wonderful!" Fuji exclaimed. "We should give our Ryo-chan a bath. He's all soaking wet."

Ryoma glared, "Whose fault is that?"

"Saa... I guess that would be mine." Fuji chuckled, grasped both of his lovers' hands, and lead them to the bathroom.

After the relaxing bath, the three made their way towards the living room. The three sat on each other. Tezuka at the very bottom, Fuji on top of him, and Ryoma on top of Fuji. It was like a long train. A long train of cuddling.

On TV, the end of the year's festivities were being played and soon, a big screen appeared on the program, beginning the countdown. "3...2...1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The announcer cheered.

"Happy New Year, Mitsu." Ryoma and Fuji sang along and kissed either of his cheeks.

"Aa, Happy New Year, Ryoma," Tezuka kissed Ryoma, "Syuusuke" then Fuji.

That night, the three lay in bed with Ryoma in the middle, and the other two on either side of him, holding on tightly.

It was a Happy New Year, indeed. One fill with love and trust.

-owari-

Review?

Comment on mistakes or suggestions on how to make things better. ANYTHING. I also noticed that as the stories went on, it got really repetitive. I really apologize. If I edit my work more than once, I will lose interest totally. So sorry for all these horrid mistakes. I'm ashamed.