~Chapter One: The Day the Bishounens Move in~
"Man!" The door to apartment A13 was pushed open, and a mass of cardboard boxes were being bought in my a bouncy head of strawberry-blonde hair. The person with said hair placed the boxes down, blue-green eyes taking in the conjured room and kitchen with a nod. "This place looks better than when we checked it out!" He braced his arms on the small window island of the shared room and leaped over it, one of the boxes toppling over.
"Shit!" In a quick dive, a black-haired man with dark green eyes caught the package just in time. He sighed with relief and glared at the younger teen, who looked at him with a blank look.
" . . . Jun, unless your porn is on that box, I don't see what's the big deal of that box dropping." He stated, narrowly missing the fist that was sent his way.
"Only you would say that," Grumbled Jun, pushing himself back to his feet. "And my laptop and the video game system are in this box. So, if Hisoka and Eric are gonna go after anyone as to why they are messed up, I blame you." He stated.
"Don't you blame him for everything, anyway?" Walking into the room was a bubbly blonde with black bangs framing his face, carrying a duffle bag.
"He deserves it anyway, Hisoka." Jun muttered, the blonde rolling his dark blue eyes briefly before walking to one of the rooms of the apartment.
"Anyway, can you guys believe we got this place?" Called the blonde as he walked back into the room with a smile. "Two bedrooms, a kitchen, living room, bathroom, fire escape! We got this place near the roof and there's the small patio in the back, too!" He looked very giddy and excited. "This is just awesome!"
"Did you guys break anything yet?" From the door now was a half-albino, dark grey eyes in a frozen-brooding look and himself just a tad shorter than the three. He noticed the box in Jun's hands and it looked as if something clicked in his mind. "Seth almost broke your porn, Jun?"
"It's not porn!" Jun growled, stocking out of the room and steam coming out of his ears.
"I'll go talk to him," Hisoka scurried out of the room and followed the older man.
"If you guys get it on like last time, keep it down!" Shouted the whitette after them. The strawberry-blonde, Seth, laughed behind his hands. Someone tapped his shoulder, and the youngest nearly jumped a mile, waving his hands to defend himself.
"GAH!" He yelped, only to look at who snuck up on him and groan. "Geez! Sire, don't do that! I was gonna piss my pants!"
"Really?" Rather sharp teeth grinned, the man with long red hair and matching eyes looked flatter rather than ashamed. "I was hoping for a better response, but at least I got a scare out of you." He laughed.
Seth rolled his eyes and decided to scope out the kitchen, the white-haired teen trailing after him while Sire stayed put in the living room, most likely plotting ways to scare the younger teen more.
"He really got me scared there, Eric," The half-American tested the fridge and light switches, making sure the electricity was working. "He almost made me think there was a ghost haunting this place."
"Like what that rat-assed landlord said earlier?" Asked Eric. "Right, he said something about a murder, right?"
"Yep!" Seth nodded, taking a seat on island and crossed his legs. "That guy who murder his wife when he found out she was cheating on him. Granted, he should have divorced her but-" He shrugged then. "What can you do? Though, it would be pretty creepy if we lived with a ghost."
" . . . You do remember that we live with two murders, right?"
"Well . . . Yeah," Seth said, scratching the back of his neck. "But they do it for the better of society! . . . Well, I think Jun does, at least. I think Sire only does it for fun." He shrugged again and moved off the counter, stopping when his feet touched a paper-surfaced. He looked down and cringed, jumping off the now-crushed cardboard box. He thanked his lucky stars that the parcel only contained the blankets Hisoka packed.
"Eric, when did you move the box?" He asked, opening the paper-wood flaps and taking out the folded blankets. "If you wanted one, ya could have asked."
"I didn't move them," Said Eric in his brutally honest way. Seth stared at him then, contemplating on what he said. The orange-blonde then shook his head a grinned.
"Good one! You almost scared me there!" Laughing, he walked back into the living room. "Come on, ghost boy! We got some more stuff to bring in!" He chimed. Eric stood there, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of nose.
"As if living with one blonde isn't enough."
After several hours of bringing up the rest of their clothing and personal belongs, the five Bishounens (Well, Hisoka and Seth seemed to be the pretty boys. Eric was half of that and then some with some sharp accents on him while Jun and Sire looked all-around bad ass) went their ways in the complex they now owned. It was agreed after the years they had met that they would all live together one day. They were the oddest mix of people to be living together, they would admit that. But with the five of them handling the rent and each other, things couldn't possibly go wrong, right?
"Alright, so it's agreed that Eric and I take one room while Jun and Sire take the other, and Seth takes the couch." Said Hisoka as the lot of them sat in the living room, himself standing up while Jun and Eric took the couch, Aire took the arm chair, and Seth perched on the island.
"Ha! Sucks to be you guys!" Laughed Seth. "I get the best place to sleep."
"You also have to pay double your share, Seth," Added Sire.
"Who's the dumbass with another spirit sharing his body?" Chide Eric.
"Hisoka, Garret, and Xavier don't count," Muttered Jun, glaring at the pouting teen. "Either suck it up or find some other places to live."
Shaking his head, Seth rested himself on the countertop. "Man, you guys are all just a bunch of-"
The lights suddenly began to flicker on and off, before the whole room turning pitch-black, Hisoka screaming his lungs out and a crash being heard.
"Oh, you have been wanting that all night, hmmm Jun?"
"Good joke, bad timing."
"What's with the shitting lighting?"
"Hold on, I'll get the lights."
"Hisoka-! Sh-Shit, Hisoka, that's my arm, damnit!"
The lights were on once more and Sire walked back in after getting the lights, Seth and Eric standing while Hisoka was clinging onto Jun like his life depended on it.
"What the Hell?" Asked Eric, tucking his pale strands behind his ear.
Jun made a move to stand, though that was rather impossible with a shaking blonde on his lap. "Come on, up we go," He tried, he and Hisoka standing up with the latter still shaking and latched onto him. "Hisoka, the lights are back on. You can let go."
"Nuh-uh," Breathed the blonde, nuzzling himself further.
"Huh," Seth crossed his arms behind his head lazily. "Looks like someone's getting' some tonight- OW!" He almost sang, only to cry out as he was kicked at the shin by an annoyed looking Eric. The half-albino shook his head and yawned.
"Whatever. Its late, I'm tired from carrying all of your shit, and I don't want to hear another word about "ghosts"." He muttered, scratching the back of his neck before walking to his room, grabbing Hisoka's arm and dragging him with him. "Come on, Bumblebee. You need to cover your bird's cage or something, right?"
With the prospect of taking care of his gold and black canary, Hisoka nodded and said goodnight to the guys as he and Eric walked into their room.
"Alright, you guys go out, too," Seth rounded the blackette and the crimsonette near the door, Yawning lazily. "I can't sleep with you two in my bedroom. One of you might stick a knife in my neck or a shoot a pistol in my sleep."
" . . . Who says we won't do that?" Jun and Sire asked in creepy unison, the both of them hiding secret grins as the strawberry-blonde ran to the couch and hid in under his blanket, whimpering about crazy killers with sharp knives and pistols.
"Hm, might as well," Sire yawned. "Then, we can start plans for tomorrow night."
"I hear a that a senator is staying in the city," Jun grinned ravenously as he and the redhead walked to their room. "Let's give him a proper welcome, hm?"
Sire grinned and hooked his arm over Jun's shoulders. "Jun, you are forever my wingman."
"As long as I don't bottom, I'm all up for it."
"Very well, but we will alternate, yes~?"
"Humph, you and I think alike, Sire."
Their teasing friendship was something expected. Considering their "interesting hobbies" the two worked well together. However, Jun would always like Hisoka, hands down. And Sire understood that. He wasn't Bi, but he did like Jun like a little brother.
As the two closed their bedroom door, a brown head poked out of the front door, light brown eyes glinting behind glasses with a maniacal giggle.
"Ha, new movers are always fun to shit with," He laughed. Rush Marche, the young landlord of the apartments, loved to mess with all the occupants. And he figured he was going to have fun with this lot. Laughing once more, he closed the door and snuck away.
To Be Continued!