*

Hanamichi was anything but 'small'.

"Dammit! Those are my ribs!!"

There was no apology of course. The Tensai didn't apologize for such small things as bruised ribs caused by nonexistent clumsiness.

"Hanamichi!"

"What?"

"Would you please tell me why you threw me into a closet?"

There was a substantial pause before Hanamichi shuffled his feet ---stepping on Youhei's toes in the process--- and finally said, "Because it's not a closet."

There was an even more substantial pause from his end before Youhei finally sighed. He wasn't sure if he wanted to make the effort of translating that statement into normal human speech.

"Not a closet."

"Nope."

There was a third pause, but being more than familiar with these sorts of conversations, Youhei didn't wait very long before prompting, "Then where are we?"

He could practically see the wide ear-to-ear grin that split itself across Hanamichi's face. Hanamichi lowered his voice in something he obviously meant to be seductive. Youhei'd never had the heart to tell him otherwise. "It's an elevator."

"An. Elevator. Wow. I've never been in one of those before! Wait 'til all m--OW!" Youhei yelped as his ribs were once again abused, this time on purpose.

"Right, right. An elevator. Why are we in an elevator?"

"Because we can't get out."

"So we got into an elevator that we can't get out? Why wou---oh." Youhei's train of thought derailed and he happily shut his mouth as a set of long fingers crept up under the hem of his shirt. Hanamichi had nice large hands. Warm, calloused and strong enough make Youhei squirm in embarrassing ways he'd never admit to in public.

"Yeah, we're trapped, see?" Hanamichi's voice lowered again, his breath brushing softly past his ear. For his part, Youhei tried very hard not to laugh in the large wave of amusement that rose and tried to drown him. He really did. Hopefully Hanamichi hadn't noticed the little snicker that did manage to sneak out.

Youhei obligingly shifted closer. "So. We're trapped. The world is ending, of course?"

"Of course."

Youhei reached up blindly and managed to find a pair of broad shoulders to latch onto without poking Hanamichi's eye out.

"So death and destruction everywhere?"

Strong arms wrapped around his waist, nearly lifting him up. Youhei dug his fingers into Hanamichi's shoulders battling momentarily to drag him down instead.

"No. The world's already ended. We're the only ones left."

"Ah." Youhei murmured into the neck he buried his face in. "And we're going to repopulate the earth." He nipped at soft throat flesh. "You get to be the mommy."

"What?! You're laughing at me!!" He was too easy sometimes. Hanamichi jerked, letting go of Youhei and knocking him backwards. That part Youhei had expected. The part he hadn't added in was the size of the closet. Or rather lack of it.

He felt himself bounce off of something before going down in a rain of clothes hangers. "Ow." Youhei said succinctly.

He could hear some shuffling. "Youhei? Where are you?"

"Down here." Youhei winced as a toe found it's way into his hip. "This elevator's just lost a line and we're both going to plummet to our deaths."

Hanamichi snorted. "No. You're just a klutz."

A large hand latched onto his arm and pulled him up. Youhei tried for a moment to stay on the floor but the hand was insistent.

"A klutz? I am not."

"Are to."

"Are not."

"Are... you're almost as bad as Nozomo, that's how clumb--" Youhei brought his hand up, aiming to cover Hanamichi's mouth. He ended up with a couple fingers up a large nostril instead.

He jerked his hand back quickly and wiped his hand on his pant leg. "Am not." Arms were pulling him close again. "Alright, no you're not. And don't dare saying anything about fat asses."

"Are you calling me infantile?"

"No. You're short, but definitely no baby."

Youhei shoved at Hanamichi's chest which was a little too high up to get as much force behind it as he'd wished. It vibrated from his booming laughter. "Dammit! I. Am. Not. Short!" The laughter got louder so he tried punching him. His fist hit meat with a satisfying thump.

He didn't stop laughing but at least he toned it down a bit. Jerk.

"I'm not short." He muttered in a patently false injured tone. Hanamichi, of course, fell for it and was already hugging him apologetically. He leaned into the fingers combing messily through his gel-hardened hair.

"You're just freakishly big."

Another outraged shout and he found himself sliding to the floor again, the rest of the hangers landing on his head.

"Youhei! You!"

Whatever reply Youhei intended to give was interrupted as the sun suddenly exploded-- Or rather--the closet door was jerked open, flooding the small closet with light. A voice could be clearly heard yelling, "Hanamichi!! Where are you and why are all my clothes on the floor out in the hall?" Youhei blinked blearily from underneath the coat hangers and finally recognized the confused face of Hanamichi's roommate. Hanamichi emitted something that sounded suspiciously like a growl.

The roommate didn't even pause as he muttered, "Never mind." And immediately closed the door again. There was a moment of blessed darkness before Youhei's muffled howls of laughter bounced and rebounded off the narrow walls.

Then Hanamichi really did growl and very firmly shut him up. Youhei couldn't find it in himself to mind at all.

-end.

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