Lucky Guy - Chapter 1"No! Ren, who said you could move the chair? I liked it where it was!"
"I said I could move it. Because I live here, too. I know you live by yourself in your little world, but in the real world I have to be comfortable, too!"
This was a nightly occurrence. Ren and Masato, despite being roommates for the whole year, only ever seemed to speak to each other if they were fighting. It was this exact reason that Ren would spend many of his nights out, with Tokiya or Syo, leaving Masato to be by himself.
"But now there's not enough room to move, Ren! I need to be able to practice." Ren just rolled his eyes in response, lounging lazily on the freshly moved chair as he thumbed through some sheet music.
"Please. There's a studio within walking distance. Besides, won't I just distract you?" Ren purred, trying to weasel out of the argument with a joke. Masato just narrowed his eyes.
"No. You won't. Unless you don't plan on moving this chair back."
"Then you WILL distract me! Beca
Lucky Guy - Chapter 3This time, when Ren got to Tokiya's room, he was sure to knock. He didn't want to interrupt anything. When he heard a muffled hello through the door, he proceeded to burst in, slumping down on Tokiya's bed with a slight sigh.
"Tokiya, I have a problem," Ren mumbled, gaze focused straight in front of him at the wall. Tokiya didn't even look up from the book he was reading, though he did smirk a bit.
"Does it have to do with Masato?" he asked softly, sights finally setting on Ren in front of him. Ren just turned and looked back at him, an expression of surprise etched all over his face.
"Well Yes. How'd you know?" he asked, head cocked to the side. Tokiya just chuckled.
"I had a gut feeling. Besides, you two seem to be fighting a lot recently. Well, more than normal, at least," he added thoughtfully, setting his book aside after marking the page. "What happened?"
"Well, we were shopping last night, and we got into a fight at the mall. So I left him there. And "
"You left him
Lucky Guy - Chapter 2It seemed like Ren had only been asleep for a few minutes when Masato slipped into the door. He seemed really angry, which was to be expected. But a groggy Ren didn't see the slap coming, so he was surprised when Masato's hand connected with his cheek. Blinking a few times, he stuttered out a few words before simply closing his mouth.
"You Left me. In the mall. Who does that!" Masato tossed both jackets onto his bed before stepping toward Ren's bed. Ren just leaned over and smiled at the jacket.
"But you bought it," Ren said, smiling. Masato just stood his ground.
"Yeah. I bought it. Because I liked it. But why would you do that?" he asked, brows furrowed. "Do you really just not like me at all?"
Ren looked at the other, what was left of his smile quickly turning into a frown. He sat up, facing Masato with a sigh.
"I don't not like you," he started. "I just You just piss me off sometimes. Like when you call me lazy. Or easy." He shot a sideways glance to the right, tr
bedtime- Fanfiction for Fan Art"And so he's done it again, saving London from certain danger and managing to insult not only most of Scotland Yard and his brother but also a few foreign ambassadors in the process. But however much it may annoy people to admit, we really would be in a lot of trouble if it wasn't for the world's only consulting detective. If only he could just stop filling the utensils drawer with fingers and toes."
I typed the last sentence and yawned. The late night blogging was really starting to get to me. We'd been so busy with cases that I was awake until the early hours every night trying to keep the blog up to date. Rubbing my eyes, I rested my head on my hand. Now I just had to find a cheap replacement for the latest of Sherlock's kitchen appliance casualties and I could finally go to bed.
Suddenly I heard familiar footsteps behind me. There was a hand on my shoulder, sliding gently into the middle of my back. I glanced up and saw Sherlock looking down at me. His brow was furrowed with a look