Shuichi stifled a snicker finding Ryuichi in Tohma's office . . . boy was
he ever gonna get it.
"Shuichi. I have something very important to tell you."
Snicker. So serious . . .
"Ohhh. . . that's good Sakuma-san . . . just like him!"
"I'm . . . being serious Shuichi."
"Maaa . . . Tohma ALWAYS calls me Shindo-san! Shin-do-san!" Corrected Shuichi. "Let me try! Let me try!" Begged Shuichi, clearing his throat in an attempt to lower his voice to match Tohma. Which was a lost cause since he couldn't stop giggling which only drove him octaves higher.
"Go ahead Shindo-san." Shuichi froze as the real Seguchi Tohma made himself known. Shuichi's jaw hit the floor, before smirking to himself since Ryuichi was the one in Tohma's chair with his feet on Tohma's desk Nyeheheheheh. - that had to be worth more reprisal than wearing your bosses coat and hat while . . . - damn why did he have to be so good at improvisation?
Tohma simply raised an eyebrow at Ryuichi askance. Ryuichi raised two eyebrows in return. Tohma knew when he was beat and submissively sat in a vacant chair off to the side.
"Shuichi." Declared Ryuichi. "I have something very important to tell you." He started over.
"Oh my gawd! I'm fired! I'm fired aren't I?" Screamed Shuichi grasping his cheeks in shock. "You didn't have to get Ryuichi to tell me!" He directed an accusatory look at Tohma. "I would have gone quietly!"
"You're not fired Shindo-san." Supplied Tohma with a sigh, curious as to what Ryuichi had to say that required the hijacking of his office.
"Arghhh!!! Has Yuki been in an accident?!?!?" Screamed Shuichi in blind panic.
"No, Yuki is fine." Tohma confirmed.
"Than has. . . has . . . " Actually, aside from Yuki being on his deathbed or being fired, Shuichi couldn't think of anything else that could possibly bother him. "Oh. Uhm. What is it then?" He asked somewhat meekly.
"Shuichi!" Declared Ryuichi, placing one foot on Tohma's chair while pointing triumphantly to the ceiling. Shuichi looked up. "I! AM! YOUR FATHER!"
"I am the Son of God! Me!" Shuichi cheered. Tohma stood up from where he was sitting deciding to take the rest of the day off, taking only a slight detour to shake Shuichi out of his coat. "This is so cool!" Squealed Shuichi. This made perfect, perfect sense! Why people always said he looked like Ryuichi and acted like Ryuichi and sounded like . . . and hey, no one else in his family could hold a note. . . oops . . . except . . . except, "Demo. . . I already have a father." Pointed out Shuichi.
Ryuichi turned dangerously narrowed eyes on Shuichi who gulped nervously.
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Kei happened to be looking out a window when Tohma exited the NG building. Kei knew Tohma's schedule because he made a point of knowing everyone's schedule. Who was meant to be where and when. Like a rat leaving a sinking ship. He mused. If Tohma was there, then where was Shuichi? Shuichi had rather reluctantly been called off to Tohma's office and hadn't returned yet. Checking his six hidden and two not so hidden weapons quickly he made for Tohma's office.
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"Uh huh. Uh huh. Yep. Yep." Answered Ryuichi into the phone, scribbling notes in various coloured crayons into his sketchpad. "I see. Thankyou Mrs. Shuichi's Mom." He hung up the phone, turning back to Shuichi with a malevolent grin. "Okay, your mom said its okay for me to be your dad from now on." Stated Ryuichi. "An' Kumagaroo and you and me will all live happily together an'. . . "
Ryuichi frowned disapprovingly at Shuichi. He'd asked wardrobe to fit his long lost son with a rabbit suit so he wouldn't be jealous of Kumagarou's fuzziness, so he didn't know why they'd sent him back in fishnets and a leotard. . . though the ears and cotton tail were a definite improvement.
"Don't wanna!" Declared Shuichi removing the rabbit ears contemptuously.
"Aw . . . Shu-chans ears came off. . ." Ryuichi explained to the stuffed rabbit. "Don't cry Kumagarou, Ryu-tousan will make it allllll better!" He exclaimed rummaging through Tohma's drawers. "Aha!" He declared producing a stapler. "First aid!" Shuichi suddenly decided wearing the ears wasn't such a bad thing.
"Don't worry, Shumagarou." Whispered Ryuichi patting Shuichi's back in what he supposed was a fatherly way. "Daddy will buy you some Rogaine."
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Shuichi was sick of this game. He hoped Ryuichi would get bored of it soon too. It was boring and. . . and . . .. humiliating!
"Ah! I have it!" Yelped Shuichi. "You can't be my father 'cos you're too young!" Smirk Smirk.
"Iie!" Declared Ryuichi. "Kumagarou did the math!" In evidence the crayon calculations were presented to Shuichi. "You just have to be a minimum of four years younger. did you know you're only 14 Shumagarou?" He asked.
"Ack!" If Shuichi was only 14 then he was underage! If he was underage than that meant. . . ! As if reading his mind, Ryuichi delivered the finishing blow.
"No more bad Yuki for you!"
"NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"Yuuuuuuuukiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Squealed Shuichi when Yuki entered the office (finally). Actually, much to Ryuichi's displeasure, Shuichi had been screaming for Yuki for quite a while now - just this time it happened to herald the entrance of his arch-nemesis-to-be.
Yuki grimaced. When Kei had called him 'explaining' (in the least sense of the word) that Shuichi had been taken hostage by a madman this wasn't exactly how he had envisioned the situation.
"We meet at last, Yuki Eiri. Or should I say . . . " Ryuichi paused dramatically. "Yuki Usagi!" He accused as if confronting his mortal enemy, which in fact he thought he was doing.
"Demo. . . " Interrupted Shuichi. "You've met Yuki lots of times Sakuma-sa. . . " Ryuichi glared the glare of glaring hypercute death. ". . . er . . . I mean Ryu-tousan." Amended Shuichi nervously.
Eiri wondered exactly when Tohma had had manacles installed in his office as Shuichi strained at the chains in an attempt to glomp him. . . yes he'd definitely have to get a set of those at home, he thought as Shuichi slumped defeated. When there were no further denouncements on Shuichi's behalf, Yuki deigned to add, "Uesegi. My name is Uesegi, not Usagi."
"You admit it!" Screeched Ryuichi triumphantly. "I knew you were the mastermind behind all of this!"
"All of what?" Asked Yuki in that tone that suggested he neither knew nor cared (also technically true). Ryuichi, incensed by Yuki's lack of knowledge, puffed out his cheeks in frustration.
"You! You! Brainwashed my Shumagarou so he doesn't remember me!"
"I did nothing of the sort." Sniffed Yuki.
"You shaved off Shumagarou's lovely hair!"
Well that made Yuki turn a lovely shade of pink - so close to Kumagarou's own that Ryuichi wondered if maybe he had the wrong one. but nah, Yuki was way to old.
"He did that himself!" Denied Yuki.
"You molested my urk!" Ryuichi toppled when Kei pistol-whipped him from behind. In retrospect he decided maybe this wasn't such a good idea . . . he considered slipping the assault weapon into Shuichi's hand and acting innocent, but placing a loaded weapon in Shuichi's hands seemed an even worse option.
"A blow to the skull . . ." Mused Kei.
"He should only be out for a few minutes then." Reasoned Yuki, presuming Ryuichi had the same unnaturally thick skull as Shuichi who could take the greatest of blows to the head without repercussion. Perhaps there was some validity to this claim of Ryuichi's after all.
"Lets go! Lets go!" Whined Shuichi nervously tugging Yuki out of the office.
"How did you . . . ?"
"Geez Yuki I picked the locks already. . . I got lots of skills you don't know about, how do you think I get back in every time you change the locks? ('cos you keep forgetting to give me the new key! - I swear you're so paranoid)"
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"This is not over Usagi-san. . . Shumagarou will! Be! Ours!" Ryuichi laughed insanely from his crumpled heap on the floor.
TBC
"Shuichi. I have something very important to tell you."
Snicker. So serious . . .
"Ohhh. . . that's good Sakuma-san . . . just like him!"
"I'm . . . being serious Shuichi."
"Maaa . . . Tohma ALWAYS calls me Shindo-san! Shin-do-san!" Corrected Shuichi. "Let me try! Let me try!" Begged Shuichi, clearing his throat in an attempt to lower his voice to match Tohma. Which was a lost cause since he couldn't stop giggling which only drove him octaves higher.
"Go ahead Shindo-san." Shuichi froze as the real Seguchi Tohma made himself known. Shuichi's jaw hit the floor, before smirking to himself since Ryuichi was the one in Tohma's chair with his feet on Tohma's desk Nyeheheheheh. - that had to be worth more reprisal than wearing your bosses coat and hat while . . . - damn why did he have to be so good at improvisation?
Tohma simply raised an eyebrow at Ryuichi askance. Ryuichi raised two eyebrows in return. Tohma knew when he was beat and submissively sat in a vacant chair off to the side.
"Shuichi." Declared Ryuichi. "I have something very important to tell you." He started over.
"Oh my gawd! I'm fired! I'm fired aren't I?" Screamed Shuichi grasping his cheeks in shock. "You didn't have to get Ryuichi to tell me!" He directed an accusatory look at Tohma. "I would have gone quietly!"
"You're not fired Shindo-san." Supplied Tohma with a sigh, curious as to what Ryuichi had to say that required the hijacking of his office.
"Arghhh!!! Has Yuki been in an accident?!?!?" Screamed Shuichi in blind panic.
"No, Yuki is fine." Tohma confirmed.
"Than has. . . has . . . " Actually, aside from Yuki being on his deathbed or being fired, Shuichi couldn't think of anything else that could possibly bother him. "Oh. Uhm. What is it then?" He asked somewhat meekly.
"Shuichi!" Declared Ryuichi, placing one foot on Tohma's chair while pointing triumphantly to the ceiling. Shuichi looked up. "I! AM! YOUR FATHER!"
"I am the Son of God! Me!" Shuichi cheered. Tohma stood up from where he was sitting deciding to take the rest of the day off, taking only a slight detour to shake Shuichi out of his coat. "This is so cool!" Squealed Shuichi. This made perfect, perfect sense! Why people always said he looked like Ryuichi and acted like Ryuichi and sounded like . . . and hey, no one else in his family could hold a note. . . oops . . . except . . . except, "Demo. . . I already have a father." Pointed out Shuichi.
Ryuichi turned dangerously narrowed eyes on Shuichi who gulped nervously.
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Kei happened to be looking out a window when Tohma exited the NG building. Kei knew Tohma's schedule because he made a point of knowing everyone's schedule. Who was meant to be where and when. Like a rat leaving a sinking ship. He mused. If Tohma was there, then where was Shuichi? Shuichi had rather reluctantly been called off to Tohma's office and hadn't returned yet. Checking his six hidden and two not so hidden weapons quickly he made for Tohma's office.
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"Uh huh. Uh huh. Yep. Yep." Answered Ryuichi into the phone, scribbling notes in various coloured crayons into his sketchpad. "I see. Thankyou Mrs. Shuichi's Mom." He hung up the phone, turning back to Shuichi with a malevolent grin. "Okay, your mom said its okay for me to be your dad from now on." Stated Ryuichi. "An' Kumagaroo and you and me will all live happily together an'. . . "
Ryuichi frowned disapprovingly at Shuichi. He'd asked wardrobe to fit his long lost son with a rabbit suit so he wouldn't be jealous of Kumagarou's fuzziness, so he didn't know why they'd sent him back in fishnets and a leotard. . . though the ears and cotton tail were a definite improvement.
"Don't wanna!" Declared Shuichi removing the rabbit ears contemptuously.
"Aw . . . Shu-chans ears came off. . ." Ryuichi explained to the stuffed rabbit. "Don't cry Kumagarou, Ryu-tousan will make it allllll better!" He exclaimed rummaging through Tohma's drawers. "Aha!" He declared producing a stapler. "First aid!" Shuichi suddenly decided wearing the ears wasn't such a bad thing.
"Don't worry, Shumagarou." Whispered Ryuichi patting Shuichi's back in what he supposed was a fatherly way. "Daddy will buy you some Rogaine."
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Shuichi was sick of this game. He hoped Ryuichi would get bored of it soon too. It was boring and. . . and . . .. humiliating!
"Ah! I have it!" Yelped Shuichi. "You can't be my father 'cos you're too young!" Smirk Smirk.
"Iie!" Declared Ryuichi. "Kumagarou did the math!" In evidence the crayon calculations were presented to Shuichi. "You just have to be a minimum of four years younger. did you know you're only 14 Shumagarou?" He asked.
"Ack!" If Shuichi was only 14 then he was underage! If he was underage than that meant. . . ! As if reading his mind, Ryuichi delivered the finishing blow.
"No more bad Yuki for you!"
"NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"Yuuuuuuuukiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Squealed Shuichi when Yuki entered the office (finally). Actually, much to Ryuichi's displeasure, Shuichi had been screaming for Yuki for quite a while now - just this time it happened to herald the entrance of his arch-nemesis-to-be.
Yuki grimaced. When Kei had called him 'explaining' (in the least sense of the word) that Shuichi had been taken hostage by a madman this wasn't exactly how he had envisioned the situation.
"We meet at last, Yuki Eiri. Or should I say . . . " Ryuichi paused dramatically. "Yuki Usagi!" He accused as if confronting his mortal enemy, which in fact he thought he was doing.
"Demo. . . " Interrupted Shuichi. "You've met Yuki lots of times Sakuma-sa. . . " Ryuichi glared the glare of glaring hypercute death. ". . . er . . . I mean Ryu-tousan." Amended Shuichi nervously.
Eiri wondered exactly when Tohma had had manacles installed in his office as Shuichi strained at the chains in an attempt to glomp him. . . yes he'd definitely have to get a set of those at home, he thought as Shuichi slumped defeated. When there were no further denouncements on Shuichi's behalf, Yuki deigned to add, "Uesegi. My name is Uesegi, not Usagi."
"You admit it!" Screeched Ryuichi triumphantly. "I knew you were the mastermind behind all of this!"
"All of what?" Asked Yuki in that tone that suggested he neither knew nor cared (also technically true). Ryuichi, incensed by Yuki's lack of knowledge, puffed out his cheeks in frustration.
"You! You! Brainwashed my Shumagarou so he doesn't remember me!"
"I did nothing of the sort." Sniffed Yuki.
"You shaved off Shumagarou's lovely hair!"
Well that made Yuki turn a lovely shade of pink - so close to Kumagarou's own that Ryuichi wondered if maybe he had the wrong one. but nah, Yuki was way to old.
"He did that himself!" Denied Yuki.
"You molested my urk!" Ryuichi toppled when Kei pistol-whipped him from behind. In retrospect he decided maybe this wasn't such a good idea . . . he considered slipping the assault weapon into Shuichi's hand and acting innocent, but placing a loaded weapon in Shuichi's hands seemed an even worse option.
"A blow to the skull . . ." Mused Kei.
"He should only be out for a few minutes then." Reasoned Yuki, presuming Ryuichi had the same unnaturally thick skull as Shuichi who could take the greatest of blows to the head without repercussion. Perhaps there was some validity to this claim of Ryuichi's after all.
"Lets go! Lets go!" Whined Shuichi nervously tugging Yuki out of the office.
"How did you . . . ?"
"Geez Yuki I picked the locks already. . . I got lots of skills you don't know about, how do you think I get back in every time you change the locks? ('cos you keep forgetting to give me the new key! - I swear you're so paranoid)"
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"This is not over Usagi-san. . . Shumagarou will! Be! Ours!" Ryuichi laughed insanely from his crumpled heap on the floor.
TBC