http://clampfix.fanworks.net/x-fix/fuumie05.txt </head><body><pre>Shinri: I know, I know. This took a while. I guess I was basking in the fact that I'm now seventeen... Axrynn: She didn't really want to say that her birthday was last June 3rd. Shinri: Hey...that means I'm at least as old as Fuuma! And it also means I could get into those sites that don't allow minors in! *cheers* Axrynn: Why the late announcement? Shinri: I guess I was in shock..heheh. On to the fic. Sleeping Fuumie by Shinri Ayase and Axrynn Ayase It was the day of Fuuma's seventeenth birthday. Everyone was invited (actually, everyone just sorta came to see if Fuuma's head really _is_ going to be lopped off. and to see Seishirou dressed up as Dipsy). Yes, even Fuuma's parents attended (they left the shinken behind), along with his little sister Kotori, whom he had never met. They all gathered in the forest, waiting in hushed silence as Fuuma came out of the cottage, dressed up as Po. Everyone stared at him in awe, for despite the fact that he was wearing such a ridiculous outfit, he still oozed with that sickeningly sexy aura. He scanned the crowd, and finally he went on forward. Instead of going straight to his biological family, he headed towards Kamui instead. "Kamui," he drawled. The boy hid behind Subaru, who just stood there...until Seishirou came along in his somehow-now-sexy Dipsy costume. Subaru ran with an "eep" as Seishirou began to chase him and talk about the wonders of "the dirty". Fuuma took this as an opportunity to finally get back at Kamui for making him wear the stupid costume which _so_ does not match his sexy eyes. As luck would have it, Queen Hokuto decided to leave early, as she tried to search for the original sleeping cutie that Kanoe cursed a long time ago. They said he was still asleep somewhere in the diet building, and his name was Kuzuki Kakyou. Hokuto liked cute and strange things. No one was there to protect Kamui. Fuuma hefted Kamui on to his shoulder vaguely aware of his mother's joyous sobs as she declared her son "all grown up". The purple-eyed bishounen began to scream for Subaru, and then realized that the Prince of Ueno was nowhere in sight. Neither was Seishirou. He shrieked for Kusanagi. Unfortunately, Kusanagi was still at the market and trying to get a discount on the five hundred kilograms of steak he plans to serve for the party. And nobody seemed to want to stop the deranged birthday boy. "I'll teach you to get me into trouble and leave me to wear this thing." Somewhere in the background, Kamui heard Yuuto (who was wearing a Lala costume) yell "You can do it, Fuuma!" Kamui closed his eyes and surrendered to the inevitable. Five hours later, Kusanagi finally got home. He noticed that there were certain strange sounds coming from strategically placed bushes. He also noticed that none of the guests seemed hungry at all, and in fact were cheering. He got to the clearing and his eye twitched. Fuuma and Seishirou were having a fucking contest. And Kamui and Subaru respectively seem to be enjoying it. A lot. "Say it, Kamui!" "Yesss! I'm your fucktoy! And I'm sorry I got you into trouble!" "I can't hear you, Subaru. What did you say?" "Yeeeeeeeeessssssss Massssteerrrrr!" Yuuto was hosting the damned show. The large fairy groaned and decided to just go to the back of the house and cook the steak. The party is hopeless. Kamui snuggled against Fuuma as they both gnawed on their shared steak. He couldn't believe he enjoyed that...that... He snuggled even more. "Warm..." he murmured against the taller boy's chest. Fuuma smiled gently, and then blinked. He was supposed to be mad at this boy. Kamui stiffened as well. He was supposed to hate the older boy. The looked at each other, and realized they can't live without screwing each other like minks. Scary music began to play. They were in love. "Seishirou-san?" Subaru whispered as he nibbled on his steak. "Eat your steak, Subaru." "Hai. Anou..." "Yes?" "Aishitteru." "..." "Seishirou-san?" "Let's get married." Subaru smiled happliy. "Hai." "Hai, what?" the older man said firmly. "H-hai, master." Amazingly, Fuuma's head wasn't lopped off that day. Tsuzuku... Oi. Pointlessness at its finest...</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>