Monday, October 10, 2005

~Chapter Two~ “Reasons Why Not to Play Spin the Bottle”
“You have to come out eventually,” Hisoka said to the closed door.

“Not until everyone is out of this house,” Tatsumi’s muffled reply came back. Hisoka sighed and rolled his eyes. This was going to prove difficult.

Back in the living room, Watari was fixing Muraki’s nose. Hisoka re-entered with a sigh, causing Tsuzuki to perk up.

“Is Tatsumi coming out?” Tsuzuki asked, concerned. Hisoka shook his head with distaste.

“He says he’s not coming out until we’ve all left.”

“Coward,” Muraki sniffed.

“I can’t believe he admitted it,” Watari sang as he finished plastering Muraki’s nose, “I mean, he actually said it out loud!”

“Admitted what?” Tsuzuki asked.

“At least this experiment worked,” Hisoka said dryly.

“What did Tatsumi admit?” Tsuzuki tried again.

“My experiments always work,” Watari said defensively, “just not always how I expect them to!”

“Ne, ne, what did Tatsumi admit to?” Tsuzuki asked again, a little louder.

“What’s he so afraid of, though?” Muraki wondered.

“Hey! Is anyone listening? I want to know what Tatsumi said!” Tsuzuki complained.

“Oh, Sei-chan has a major guilt complex,” Watari replied, “not to mention incredibly low self-esteem for someone like him. He thinks he’s not good enough.”

“Am I invisible?” Tsuzuki waved his hand in front of his face to check.

“I suppose he would consider confessing to be a bit childish anyway,” Hisoka mused, “I can’t really see him putting love letters in lockers or meeting under big trees.”

“Love letters? What?” Now Tsuzuki was just confused.

“It doesn’t need to be that cliché,” Muraki rolled his eyes, “he could be open about it without being soppy.”

“Open about what?!” Tsuzuki screamed. Finally, the other three boys seemed to notice him.

“Oh, Asato-kun!” Watari blinked. “Um, nothing. It was just something weird Tatsumi-kun said while you were out of the room.”

“What did he say?” Tsuzuki asked again, glad to finally have someone listening.

“He said—“ Muraki’s voice was cut off as Hisoka’s book hit him in the face. He yelped in pain. “My nose! Yutaka-kun only just fixed that, you irritating boy!”

“Get over it,” Hisoka snorted. “Anyway, Asato-kun, it doesn’t matter what Tatsumi-kun said. It was just a little out of character, that’s all. It wasn’t…um…concerning you or anything.”

“Liar,” Muraki growled, then ducked as another book went sailing through the space his head used to be. Tsuzuki still looked suspicious, but curiosity quickly faded into boredom.

“What can we do now?” He wondered out loud. Muraki found this to be a perfect opportunity.

“We could…play a game,” he said. It was supposed to sound sneaky and clever, but as his nose was broken it came out somewhat nasally and irritating. Hisoka snickered from behind his book.

“A game?” Tsuzuki seemed genuinely interested. “I like games. What kind of game were you thinking?

“Spin the bottle,” Muraki replied. Massive, collective sweatdrop in response.

“Um…don’t we need girls for that?” Watari asked, scratching his head.

“What makes you think that?” Muraki responded.

“Why do we need girls? How do you play?” Tsuzuki asked, blissfully ignorant. Muraki opened his mouth to enlighten him, but Hisoka beat him to it.

“Everyone sits in a circle and someone spins a bottle,” he explained. “When the bottle stops, whoever spun it has to kiss the person it’s pointing to. It’s a stupid game,” he added, scowling. Tsuzuki didn’t seem to think so, though.

“Whee! I’ll go find a bottle! I’m sure Tatsumi won’t mind if we borrow one.” Puppy ears popped out as he bounced off to find an empty bottle. Muraki smirked, and Hisoka threw another book at him.

“Should we ask Sei-chan if he wants to join in?” Watari asked no one in particular. Hisoka shrugged.

“You can try if you want,” he said, “but I doubt he’s going to come out of his room anytime soon.”

“Sei-chan!” Watari yelled, obviously feeling too lazy to get up and walk to the door, “Asato-kun has gone to borrow a bottle, we’re going to play Spin the Bottle. Do you want to join in?”

“Don’t call me Sei-chan!” Tatsumi’s reply came back. Then silence.

“I guess that means no,” Watari mumbled. Tsuzuki bounced back into the middle of the living room brandishing a bottle.

“Okay!” He squealed, “Let’s get started! Everyone plays…even you, Hisoka!”

“What? I don’t think so,” Hisoka deadpanned, going back to his book.

“You have to, Hisoka!” Tsuzuki whined, “It won’t be any fun with only three of us playing! You have to join in. Please?” Tsuzuki’s eyes started sparkling like stars during a blackout. Hisoka mumbled something unflattering, then put his book down and sat on the floor with the other three boys.

“Who goes first?” Tsuzuki asked, blinking.

“We spin to see,” Muraki answered nasally, and reached out to spin the bottle. It twirled around for a few seconds before slowing. Four pairs of eyes watched the neck eagerly to see who would be the one to demonstrate the rest of the game. Slower it turned…slower…slower…finally, it came to rest.

On Hisoka.

Oh nutbunnies, the youngest boy sweatdropped.

“Okay! Hisoka, you go first!” Tsuzuki beamed. Hisoka briefly cursed his stupidity in agreeing to play this game. Then he cursed it a bit more and a bit more, until the cursing wasn’t so brief. Subsequently he realized there was no way out of this, so he might as well get it over with. With a sigh, he reached forward to spin the bottle and resigned himself to his fate.

Around and around the bottle went.

Please don’t let it land on Muraki, Hisoka prayed silently. The Powers That Be seemed to have been on his side today, because as the bottle slowed it passed Muraki…instead choosing Watari as its target.

Hisoka’s first reaction was a sigh of relief. That is, until he looked at the other faces in the room who were staring at him with expectation and he suddenly remembered what is was he was supposed to do to whoever the bottled picked. A blush crept up his neck.

“Do I have to?” He whined. Tsuzuki nodded adamantly.

“Of course you do,” he replied, “it’s the rule.”

“I’m not that bad, am I?” Watari pouted. Muraki was snickering openly. Hisoka wished he had another book handy.

“Come on, Bon! Smooch, smooch!” Watari crawled over to the other boy, leering. That leer was all it took for Hisoka to decide this game wasn’t funny anymore, in fact, it was downright scary, and he wanted out.

Unfortunately, Watari had other ideas, pouncing on top of him.

“What the hell!? Get off me, you pervert!” Hisoka tried to push the over-enthusiastic blonde off him. Watari giggled like a maniac before planting a smooch on the younger boy’s lips. Hisoka’s face went white. Then it went red, then green.

“Quite a colourful display,” Muraki noted. Tsuzuki nodded in agreement. Watari got off Hisoka and grinned insanely.

“PERVERT!” Hisoka screamed, and tumbled backwards, trying to scuttle away from the longhaired blonde.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Watari replied innocently, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. “I didn’t grope you or anything. Didn’t even use my tongue.” Hisoka went red again and sweatdropped.

“It’s your turn, Asato-kun,” Muraki pointed out, trying very hard not to think about Watari in…those kinds of situations. Tsuzuki nodded and spun the bottle. It whirled around for a bit before settling on Watari.

“I’m getting lucky today,” Watari noted with a grin. Muraki smirked.

“Don’t phrase things like that!” Hisoka growled.

Tsuzuki bounced over the bottle to land in front of Watari. There was a moment of awkwardness as both of them realized that the other wasn’t going to struggle and try to get away like Hisoka did.

“Well? Go on, already,” Muraki grumbled. His turn was next and he was getting impatient.

Tsuzuki and Watari stared at each other for a bit longer. They were good friends, and this felt just a tad strange…especially since neither of them was trying to escape.

“Are you feeling as weirded out as I am?” Tsuzuki asked.

“Yup,” Watari sweatdropped, “shall we just get it over with?” Tsuzuki nodded and blushed a bit. They kissed – or perhaps pecked is a better word – very quickly, then Tsuzuki bounced back to his place between Hisoka and Muraki.

“Finally,” Muraki grumbled, reaching forward to give the bottle a spin. Watari was trying really hard not to think about what just happened, because it was freaking him out. Judging by the expression on Tsuzuki’s face, it was just as creepy for him.

Around and around the bottle went, finally coming to rest on Tsuzuki. Muraki grinned openly. Lady Luck was obviously feeling charitable towards him today.

“Come here, puppy,” Muraki purred. Tsuzuki’s puppy ears twitched, and a little whimper escaped his mouth.

“You have to. It’s the rule,” Muraki said, throwing Tsuzuki’s earlier words back at him. Tsuzuki whimpered again, then reluctantly crawled over to Muraki.

“Good puppy,” Muraki cooed. Veins were popping out of Hisoka’s forehead, and he looked for another book to throw before Watari stopped him.

“It is part of the game, Bon,” he whispered, “besides, I have a plan to get Sei-chan out of his room.” Hisoka didn’t look convinced, but Watari snatched his book away from him. Hisoka pouted.

“Ano…Muraki…you don’t have to hold me like that…” Tsuzuki whimpered as Muraki locked his hands in the small of Tsuzuki’s back, “I’m not going to try and get away, I promise. Well, not unless you do something weird anyway…”

“Weird, Asato-kun?” Muraki feigned innocence. “I’m not going to do anything…weird. Just do my part in the game, right?” Tsuzuki didn’t get a chance to answer. The kiss wasn’t so bad, but when Muraki’s hands started wandering…

“Mmph!” Tsuzuki squeaked. He was trying to ask for help, but Watari was just sitting there looking on expectantly. Hisoka would have assisted, but Watari was kind of holding his arm in a very awkward position.

Zip.

A moment of silence as it took three of the boys in the room to figure out just what had made the zip sound. Tsuzuki realized it first, and immediately tried to wriggle away from Muraki. Seeing Tsuzuki’s wriggling, Watari and Hisoka both came to the same conclusion: Muraki was a pervert trying to get into Tsuzuki’s pants. Literally.

“If you have a plan, now would probably be a good time to implement it,” Hisoka said to Watari, his eyes wide. Watari nodded dumbly, then took a deep breath.

“Sei-chan! Kazutaka-kun is molesting Asato-kun!”

The result was everything Watari’s twisted little mind could have hoped for. Tatsumi appeared out of nowhere and landed one heck of a big mallet on Muraki’s head. Muraki twitched a couple of times and Tsuzuki did his fly back up in record speed.

“What…the hell…do you suppose…you’re doing!?” Tatsumi growled, now fully in Scary Mode™.

“Would you believe playing a game?” Muraki winced from under the mallet.

“That’s true, Tatsumi,” Tsuzuki sniffled offside, “we were just playing a game and it got a little…weird…”

“Game? Game!? What kind of game includes groping?”

“Are you jealous?” Muraki sniggered. A vein popped out of Tatsumi’s head and he slammed the mallet into Muraki’s skull again. “I didn’t ask for your input,” he growled at the white-haired boy.

“I think you are,” Muraki singsonged, which was quite a feat considering the massive headache pounding through his brain. Tatsumi lifted the mallet again, but had a better idea and flicked Muraki’s nose instead. Muraki swore loudly and clutched his face.

“No more games,” Tatsumi said firmly, adjusting his glasses. Everyone was more than happy to agree with him.

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