It started at the Shonen-J Diner

A/N: Okay I do know where this started, but one day when I was checking on the latest releases of my favorites, it was born.
And in a small disclaimer, those books are the only parts of this story I do own. However, I now have my own characters elsewhere. So, I own something, Yeah!!!!

Chapter One: Another day at the Shonen-J Diner.

The diner wasn't crowded. In fact there was only two teenage boys.
One was tall, thin and had green hair in a long cropped cut. The other was shorter, had blond spikes with a lot of gel, and a weird headband. The first was dressed in a lavender suit, and the second a bright orange jump suit. They both sat at the counter and nursed cups of tea. They looked depressed.
The door burst open and a taller man with old style samurai clothing in purples and whites, came in his long red hair pulled back in a tie and an odd looking scar on his cheek. He walked briskly up to the counter and ordered some meals to go, heavy on the oysters and ramen. While he waited, he looked over at the two youths.
"You look down, that you do." he said. They both looked up.
"Well, it's been a long month," the green haired boy said.
"Yeah, and I hate waiting," came the blond's response. The redhead smiled a knowing smile.
"A long time between episode releases?" he asked and they both nodded. "I have news for you, that I do. It's a lot worse at the Tokyo P nightclub. Imagine all the has-beens there, with no further releases to look forward to. You have promising long lives. They are finished, that they are, and after such short careers."
The two looked at him with shock. Over. That was the crux of their world, to have your story cut off and nothing to look forward to. They stared on. The redhead smiled as his food arrived and he paid for it. Then he turned back to the two.
"Would you like to know how the rest of us handle the wait? I could show you, that I could." he said. They both bobbed their heads like anime. (And they were not anime)
"Then come with me, that you should." and the three headed for the door.
"I am called Ken," the redhead said, and the green haired youth introduced himself.
"Call me Akira, and I call him Nar." he said.
"But I hate it when you call me that!" the blond complained.
"That's why I do it." Was the response.
"You two will fit in, that you will." and they arrived at a giant building. In fact it was more like a huge mall. The sign across the front was all initials and the boys just looked at it then turned to Ken. "Come on in, I have to deliver these and Sano won't wait too long, but first we should find you a place." and they crossed the entry.
Akira and Nar felt odd. They felt like they had passed through an electric field and their clothes had shrunk. Akira looked over at the blond. "Nar, your clothes don't fit you."
"At least they fit better than yours," he said.
"Ahhh, I forgot the age sensors, that I did. Come in here and change clothes." and he led them to a side room.
Now dressed more appropriately, they headed down a long corridor. Ken explained things for them.
"In here, you can do whatever and so, you have to be kinda adult. So at the entrance everyone is at least 18. It's a rule; no one under 18 can enter this site. Now you must decide, that you must." and they stood before three doors. The first one said 'Yaoi', the second one 'Yuri' and the last one said 'Het'. The two looked at Ken in question. "You must choose a door."
"Which one do you like?" Akira asked the redhead and Ken nodded toward the first, "Sounds good to me, how about you Nar."
"Stop calling me that. I don't care which door, just keep moving, this hallway creeps me out." and they entered. Inside there was another hall and it was crowded with doors. Akira blinked and turned on Ken.
"What's so great about this?! It's just more doors!" he yelled. Not many could make Akira mad.
"But it's what is behind the doors that matters, that it is. Come." and he led them forward. He passed many doors and then came to a plain looking one that had "Hikago" on the placard. "In here, is a world that you will both recognize and not, and adventures of many kind will greet you. If you choose to enter. Farther down is your door," he said to Nar. "I have a door also. If you are very adventurous, there is a door at the end of the hall. You could go there together, that you could. It is marked very clearly. But, now I must leave you. Sano is waiting for his lunch and I must hurry." and the redhead stepped a few doors away and opened one marked RK. Then, he was gone. Akira looked at Nar.
"Are you going in there?" Nar asked. Akira swallowed, and looked at the door.
"Are you going to go in yours?" he asked back. Nar looked down the hall. One door was cracked open and light leaked around its edge. He could make out the placard on it and knew it to be his destination.
"I guess." he agreed.
"Tell you what, we go in, and stay for an hour and then meet back here and compare notes." Nar nodded in response as Akira opened the Hikago door and entered. When it closed Nar stepped down the hall and opened his own door and stepped in.

Akira stood in his father's go salon, and watched the people looking up at him. He turned and looked at the door behind him. Shrugging he turned back, only to have his ears assailed by the voice of his rival.
"Touya! I've been waiting. Where have you been?" he said. Shindou Hikaru sat at their usual place and tapped his fingers on the board, showing his impatience. He looked older. He wore his usual clothes, a t-shirt that had a large 5 on it's front, with a rainbow across the back. He wore the same jeans, a little tighter on him, but he looked Hot in them. Wait a minute. Why would he think his rival looked hot?! Akira crossed to him and sat opposite. They played a game and Akira was amazed at the skill and strength of his long time friend.
"I'm hungry let's go get some ramen. My treat." said the other. Akira nodded, wondering what the next thing in this world would bring, and ready for those adventures Ken had told him of. They exited the salon and headed for the street. Akira followed Hikaru and wondered where the boy was leading him. Soon they came to an apartment building, and rode the elevator up. On the third floor they got out and went to a door, that Hikaru took out a key to and entered. Akira followed and looked around. 'This must be his apartment,' he mused to himself. 'It looks like the kind of home he would have.'
It was spare and yet neat. There was a futon couch and a low table. A bookshelf in the corner was only half full, and mostly of old books about Kifu's and Shuusaka. Akira sat on the couch and waited as Hikaru slipped into the kitchen and made a lot of noise. Then he heard the other call out to him, "I'll be right back." and he waited some more.
Hikaru came out a while later carrying a tray with two bowls of ramen, and some tea. He placed it on the table and brushed his hands off on each other. Akira noticed he had changed his clothes. He now wore a traditional yukata and it fit loosely and looked comfortable. "This has to cool, so you have time to change if you want." and Akira looked up. Hikaru smiled a guileless smile so he stood and went to the hall. It was odd that he knew just where to look for his own such kimono, and changed quickly. When he returned Hikaru was sitting on the floor by the table and stirring his bowl. Akira dropped into his own place and picked up his utensils. Soon, they were eating and talking like long time friends do.
Hikaru finished first and leaned against the futon to watch as Akira sipped the fluid that remained of his own meal. Then, the other took the bowls to the kitchen and returned to sip at his tea. Akira was watching a strange look come into the green eyes that regarded him. Akira thought it strange that Hikaru looked even hungrier now that he had eaten.
Hikaru looked on, and suddenly leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Akira's mouth.
Akira realized what was happening too late and felt like he was dessert. The teacup was removed from his fingers and placed on the tray and hands slid under his arms and lifted him off the floor. Soon he found himself laying on the futon and his yukata was more open then closed, as fingers played at his skin and lips nipped at his neck Akira realized this was going farther than he expected. Akira decided it was time to take control of the situation.
"Hikaru?" he whispered as the boy nipped along his collar and down the front of his open robe.
"Mmmm?" came the response.
"I want you. I want to take you." he said, and waited to see the response.
"Mmmmm," was all he got. He pushed Hikaru away and sat up, reaching for the ties to the other's kimono. Hikaru looked at him and smiled.
"You aren't going to argue with me about this?" He asked.
"Have I ever?" came the unexpected response. Akira stared at the face of his rival, not looking so much like a rival right now. Hikaru looked overheated and needy. He finished with the ties and pulled the yukata open. Under the robe, his rival wore nothing at all, and Akira froze for a second, perusing the span of flesh before him. He noted the tan coloring and the planes of Hikaru's chest. He let his eyes rove over dusky toned nipples and down to the soft dark patch of hair that decorated his sex. Akira felt the stirrings in his loin, and quickly divested himself of his remaining clothing. He fell upon the other and allowed his hands to move across the soft contours of Hikaru's chest and abdomen.
The thought, only briefly disturbing him that he had never done this before, and yet seemed amazingly proficient. Well, maybe he was just a natural.
Hikaru began to squirm under him, and he shifted over the other, "Hurry, Akira. Do it now."
"Don't rush me," Akira returned as he let his hand move down the planes of the other's stomach to that patch of hair and below. He teased at the opening of his rival until Hikaru bucked up into his hands.
Akira was getting uncomfortably hard now, and he pushed his finger in, hearing Hikaru gasp. "Here." the tan boy said, as he thrust a bottle into Akira's other hand. Akira looked at it for a second, registering that it was lotion, and the other boy wanted lubrication. He nearly hit himself, as he realized his error. He opened the bottle and poured some into his palm, then rubbed it at his goal. This time when he pushed his finger in, Hikaru moaned in pleasure. That was much better, so he added another finger, and another. He pumped them, a few times, and by the time Hikaru was loosened, he was ready.
"I'm going to come in, now. Hikaru?" he asked, the other opened his eyes and gave him an odd look.
"It's so like you, to ask permission first. Do it!" he called out.
Akira rose to his knees and lifted Hikaru's legs to his shoulders. He presented his cock to the relaxed muscles of the other boy, and pressed forward. Hikaru mumbled something, and grabbed at the futon. It was so wonderful, the heat and the tightness of his long time companion. He moved his hips in a rolling motion, that felt incredible and caused Hikaru to squeak. He repeated it and added a small thrust, which made Hikaru moan loudly and his own stomach lurch.
This was great!
He thrust again, sending thrills down his legs and into his arms. Hikaru moved with him, in sync for the first time he could recall. Their motions fluid and strong. It brought him a thrill of a new kind, to be so close to this person who was an obsession for him. They knew each other so well, that this seemed so natural, and as he continued his motions, Hikaru matched them one for one. Not trying to capture territories now, they were aiming for a similar goal.
Akira moved faster now, and Hikaru called out encouragement. It spurred him to push harder and roll his hips again. He came in contact with something new, and Hikaru froze suddenly, gripping his arms tightly.
"What?" he asked. Hikaru opened his eyes and smiled at him.
"Gods, I love it when you do that." A hip thrust from the boy below him, and a wink of his glazed green eye punctuated the answer. Akira stared for a second. "Don't stop. Especially after you just get going good." and he moved under Akira once again.
The sensations sent his body into action, and Akira slammed into the body below him with vigor, groaning out, "Gods, it feels so good." and Hikaru moaned his agreement.
Both were close and their bodies were bathed in sweat. Akira went first, grabbing onto Hikaru's member as he came and pumping him in time to his thrusts. Hikaru screamed out his release onto his stomach and Akira's fingers.


The lights overhead were harsh and blinding. Akira pushed off the wall as he saw a figure approaching. He watched the confused looking blond and smiled a greeting. His mind had been replaying the scene with his rival over and over, and even now as he tried to block it, strange new thoughts came to his mind. The blond made his way towards Akira and looked up. Akira noticed for the first time how the other boy walked with supple grace even when looking clumsy. His eyes a deep blue perfectly off set by his brightly colored outfit, his face was clear and the odd looking whiskers gave him a pleasant and cuddly look. His genki ways made him cute, almost like Hikaru on a ramen binge. And there was that about Nar, also. He was addicted to the noodles almost as much as his rival. As he closed on Akira, the blond noticed a change in his friend. He smiled a friendly smile to calm the otherwise stoic teen, realizing that this boy was similar to Sasuke in more way than he wanted to think about right now. Especially after . . . . . .
"Did you have fun, Nar?" Akira asked.
"Don't call me that. Yes, I did," he said noncommittally.
"What did you do?" he questioned the blond.
"None of your business," the boy answered.
"I'll tell you what I did," Akira offered, "But you have to tell me what you did." Nar nodded slowly.
"Okay, but it's embarrassing,” Nar began. "First I caught up with Sasuke and Sakura on a mission. Only, Sakura wasn't happy to be there, and Sasuke was acting all weird. Hey, did you know that I can make funny fox ears come out of my head?" Akira's eyes went wide. He shook his head. "Well, in there I can. And I can also do some other things that I never did before. And I have got the biggest . . . . . " Nar began, and Akira stopped him.
"Not bigger than mine," he stated.
"Huh? Well, yeah. Maybe, Sasuke's was definitely bigger. I don't know how he got it in there." Nar was looking down and shaking his head as he pondered this thought. Akira had a realization.
"He put it in, . . . . . You?! I mean you bottomed?" Nar looked up and nodded shyly. Akira was overcome.
"I could have done it the other way, but I just . . . . . . " A pair of lips on his cut off Nar, as Akira closed on the surprised nin. "Wow, you do that real good." was all Nar said.
"I can do more," he replied. Nar smiled up at him.
"Your door or mine?" he said.
"Neither. You can not enter each other's story, that you can not." and Ken closed his door. "But, there is that door at the end of the hall." and they looked into the darkness.

:::Anybody want to know what is at the end of the hall? Or what the boys are up to? Or who else will be dropping by? Hmmmm? I take requests for this one, let me know.