http://clampfix.fanworks.net/smut/akira3.txt </head><body><pre>Akira's Birthday part 3 by Kristin Huntsman released 3/12/98 Akira opened his eyes again late at night, confused for a few moments by the warmth of his bed and the other people in it; then he remembered what had happened. He blushed starkly red. "Akira-kun." "Santa-san?" he asked, looking up automatically at the familiar voice. Santa Claus-san stood just inside his bedroom door, looking at Akira and Kaichou and Takamura-sempai as they lay all tangled together in the bed. Akira considered fainting for a moment from the shame of what had obviously happened between him and his sempai and the fact that Santa Claus-san of all people had seen it. "Akira-kun, why don't you put on your robe and come have a talk with me in the living room?" Santa Claus asked, with what Akira *thought* might be half a smile. Akira scrambled to obey as Santa-san disappeared in the general direction of the living room. Shigetoshi smiled and folded his hands under his chin as Akira poured the tea. At sixteen his son was almost a fully-grown man. It was probably time for Shigetoshi to give up the disguise of Santa Claus and let his son know who he really was, but.... <Just one more year,> he thought. Akira sat down uncomfortably, looking wretched and humiliated about what "Santa Claus" had seen in his bedroom. "So," Shigetoshi said, taking a sip of his son's excellent tea, "how have you been this last year, Akira-kun?" "Um... well," Akira whispered. "And Utako-san?" "She's doing fine too," Akira whispered, not raising his eyes from the edge of the table. "And your friends Imonoyama-kun and Takamura-kun?" Shigetoshi asked, letting a gleam of humor creep into his voice. "....I'm sorry, Santa-san!" Akira suddenly burst out. "I'm really really sorry!" "For what?" Shigetoshi asked, wanting his son to purge the feelings of guilt. "Kaichou-- Takamura-sempai-- we...!" His son really was quite modest, Shigetoshi had realized long ago, and quite shy. It was a good thing he had Utako to bolster him. "Had sex," he supplied the words. "I take it this was Imonoyama-kun's idea of a birthday gift?" He had met Nokoru more than once and had a respectful idea of the teenager's mind. Akira went even more red than before at that, if such a thing was possible, and started bowing deeply again. "I'm sorry!" "It's good," Shigetoshi said, picking up his cup again, "that you're learning about such things from people you like and can trust." Ei and Vi crept into the doorway of the living room to peek. "Our husband!" they breathed in simultaneous sighs of happiness, seeing Shigetoshi-san sitting there drinking tea with Akira-san. They stayed discretely in the doorway, hearts floating over both of their heads as they watched their husband, in his Santa Claus outfit, talk with their son. "Mm?" Nokoru sat up and rubbed the back of his arm over his eyes. He didn't recognize his surroundings for a minute (it was dark), then remembered where he was. "Suoh," he said, poking his friend in the shoulder, "wake up! Akira's missing!" The empty space on Nokoru's left where Akira had been a few hours ago when they had all fallen asleep attested to that. "Kaichou..." Suoh groaned, "go back to sleep." "Can't. I'm cold on that side now," Nokoru rationalized. "Then go find Ijyuin," Suoh responded and drew the covers up over his head without once having opened his eyes. Nokoru sighed and slipped out of the bed, going to his duffel bag and pulling out some pyjamas to wear while searching the house for Akira. Akira was bright red still, upset and nervous about everything. He couldn't believe he was talking about sex... with Santa-san of all people! "It happens," Santa-san said sotto voce. "It doesn't make you a bad person, Akira-kun." "I... guess not," Akira admitted. He looked up. "Are you really sure it's okay, Santa-san?" Santa Claus nodded. "Just be careful, okay?" "Mm!" Akira nodded sharply in return. "Akira?" a semi-sleepy voice called out from one of the doors. Kaichou stood there blinking, wearing blue satiny pyjamas. "I was wondering where you'd gone." Ei and Vi ducked back behind the frame of the door. "Imonoyama-san?" Ei whispered. "What's he doing here?" Vi whispered. "...." "Akira-san is having a sleepover!" they cried out together, dancing happily. They peered around the doorframe again, hearts firmly back in place over their heads as Imonoyama-san shuffled over to the table where Akira-san and Shigetoshi-san sat. Shigetoshi nodded solemnly to Nokoru, catching the glint of recognition in the boy's eyes. "Imonoyama-kun," he greeted with a certain humor lurking in his own eyes. "Santa Claus-san," Nokoru returned as he sat down, smiling with the softness of sleep still about him. Akira blinked, pouring a third cup of tea. "You've met Santa-san, Kaichou?" "Of course!" Shigetoshi said with a broad wink that included his son. "I've met almost everyone because I'm Santa Claus! And Imonoyama-kun here has been good every year." "Do I have a present underneath my tree at home, Santa-san?" Nokoru asked with a smile, leaning his head on one hand as Akira set the tea down in front of him. "Thank you, Akira." "Of course, Imonoyama-kun," Shigetoshi replied. "Isn't there one every year?" Suoh turned over, vaguely annoyed and unable to go back to sleep now that Nokoru had woken him. Finally he sighed and slipped out from between the sheets, going to the duffel near the door for something to wear while tracking down his sempai and kouhai both. <Drat Kaichou for waking me up....> He walked out of Akira's bedroom and began a swift, efficient search (despite his still slightly sleep-fogged brain) of the premises. "Um... Kaichou, I have something to tell you..." Akira said, looking down into his tea. "Oh?" Nokoru asked. "What's that, Akira?" "Um... well, it's something I've been meaning to tell you for a while..." Akira hedged, part of him wanting to be out and done with it, the other part wanting to not tell Kaichou for just a little longer. "Go on, Akira-kun," Santa-san encouraged him. They'd had talks about this before. "I'm...." Akira took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "I'm Twenty Mensou," he confessed. "Oh." Kaichou didn't sound even startled. "Is that all, Akira?" Akira opened his eyes. "You mean you don't care, Kaichou?!" "Twenty...Mensou...?" an unsteady voice asked from the north doorway to the living room. Akira turned his head to see Suoh there, looking decidedly the worse for having overheard the confession. "Takamura-sempai!" "Suoh!" Akira and Nokoru both pushed out of their chairs and ran to the door as Suoh wavered then fell to his knees. "This is not good," Nokoru said a few minutes later when they had Suoh laid out on a couch with a damp cloth over his forehead. "Suoh wasn't ready for that." "And you were, Kaichou?" Akira asked. Nokoru shrugged. "I figured out you were Twenty Mensou several years ago, Akira, shortly after we first met. I never told Suoh, though, and he's not the sort to come up with such a thing... let alone be happy with it." He frowned. "Suoh is just too straight-laced for his own good." "This is not happening," Suoh murmured from the couch. "I did *not* hear that." "Umm... Takamura-sempai, you're mad at me, aren't you?" Akira asked. "You are *not* Twenty Mensou, Ijyuin," Suoh declared. Akira felt a hand land on his shoulder and turned around to see Santa Claus looking into his eyes. "I have to go, Akira-kun," Santa told him. "I have faith in you and Imonoyama-kun to handle this situation, though. I'll see you again soon." Akira nodded. "Of course, Santa-san," he said. "Drive the reindeer-san carefully, please - it would be bad if they flew into an airplane or something!" "Of course, Akira-kun," Santa-san replied. "Now have a good New Year's too, okay?" "Mm-hmm!" With a fond pat on the head to his son, Shigetoshi left the room, knowing that the situation between his son and Akira's friends/lovers could solve itself best without his presence. He was immediately set upon by his two cute wives and dragged willingly along to their bedroom, where they could talk (among other things) without the risk of interruption. Ei and Vi were so cute, he thought with a smile as the door closed behind the three of them. Suoh's mind was having a distinct problem reconciling Twenty Mensou, the dashing thief, with Akira Ijyuin, the shy chef. And somehow along the way he'd been repositioned so he was laying back against Nokoru, the two of them facing Ijyuin. Nokoru's arms crossed on Suoh's chest, a loving position. It was so like Kaichou to underline the obvious point of their relationship. "Why?" he asked Ijyuin. Akira's gray eyes were directed towards the floor. "My mothers ask me to get things for them," he murmured. "How am I supposed to say no?" "But it's wrong!" Suoh struggled to sit upright but Nokoru's arms held him down. "You're taking things that don't belong to you, Ijyuin!" "I know." Akira was feeling rather miserable now. Takamura-sempai hated him now, Akira was sure of that. But there was no way to undo the past, and he couldn't just stop - his mothers and Utako-san had Twenty Mensou quite thoroughly wrapped around their fingers and they knew it and Akira loved all three of them enough that he'd do whatever they asked of him. "Suoh," Nokoru said into the silence that hung between the three of them, "you're the one interested in history. Don't you remember the stories of Robin Hood?" "Yes, but what does that--" "It's the same thing," "WHAT?!" Akira's gaze was drawn to Takamura-sempai as his sempai twisted around in Nokoru-san's arms to look up at the president. "Haven't you ever thought, Suoh, that we who are 'of means' deserve to be knocked down a peg from our high stations?" Nokoru explained in soft tones. "We have so much, collect so much... even though we help others, we are still above ourselves as human beings a good amount of the time. We too need to feel the pains of life in order to appreciate it. Akira facilitates that function." Nokoru smiled at Akira. "I've never really minded when you lifted stuff from the Campus or my family... we have more stuff than we'll ever need, and if your mothers want some of it, well, I *like* your family, Akira." That smile, paired with the blue eyes, was beguiling. Then Nokoru yawned and the blue eyes blinked sleepily. The yawn caught and Akira found himself sleepy too. It was two-thirty in the morning, he realized as he looked at the clock. "Can we go to bed and finish this discussion in the morning?" Nokoru asked, looking at Suoh. "I'm tired." Akira watched as Takamura-sempai fought against it, then finally smiled. "Wore you out, did we, Kaichou?" his sempai teased. Nokoru-san swatted fondly at Takamura-sempai, who caught his hand easily, in a gentle hold. "Fine. Let's finish this in the morning, then." Takamura-sempai kissed the center of Nokoru's palm then sat up to let Nokoru stand. "I'll go make the bed," Kaichou offered. "You two make up and I'm going to be in the middle of Akira's bed, falling asleep, before you can even get there." He smiled at the two of them, then turned and walked out of the room. Akira and Suoh looked at each other. "Friends, Takamura-sempai?" Akira asked hesitantly, holding forth one hand. Suoh didn't answer for a second. Then, "Friends," he replied, taking Akira's hand in his own. Akira smiled, then sobered again. "There's just one thing I want to know, Takamura-sempai...." "What's that?" "If it's *my* bed, then how come Kaichou gets to be in the middle?" ************ Author stuff: Only two and a half months late, I finish the story. ^^; Thanks to the members of Char for C&Cs. Since Akira's mothers were never given proper names in _20 Mensou ni Onegai_ I decided to name them after what's on their coffee cups... "Mama A" and "Mama B"... "A" and "B" being "Ei" and "Vi" in phonetic Japanese. ^^ Also, Akira's father was not given a name in the manga series, but in the anime books for the _CLAMP Gakuen Tanteidan_ TV series, he was named "Shigetoshi," so I took that. I hope you found the story a good/fun read. Mata ne~! :) </pre><p><a href="./">Back</a></p><p><a href=http://www.dreamhost.com/donate.cgi?id=216><img border=0 alt="Donate towards our web hosting bill!" src=https://secure.newdream.net/donate1.gif></a></p></body></html>