"Aaaaargh!" Keisuke growled in irritation as he rummaged through the contents in the drawer, flinging assorted items of clothing on the floor and creating a bigger mess in the already disordered room.

Takeshi rubbed his eyes sleepily, stretched and rolled over to look at his lover. "What's wrong?" he asked as he slid off the bed and onto the floor, yawning. He eyed the clock on the wall and noted that it was almost noon. Thank goodness it was the weekend.

"I can't find any of my boxers!" Keisuke whined.

Takeshi blinked rapidly at the comical sight of the young man standing in front of him, dressed only in a shirt that just barely covered his ass, and his feet tucked in a pair of fuzzy house slippers. The GT-R driver put one hand to his mouth to muffle a snicker.

Keisuke scowled. "What's so funny?" he demanded.

"Nothing," Takeshi answered innocently. "I'm just admiring those legs of yours," he added, grinning wickedly at his lover's bare limbs.

Keisuke redirected his scowl at the drawer and slammed it shut. "I hope aniki knows where they are," he grumbled as he headed for the door.

Takeshi allowed himself one last fit of snickering before he composed himself and followed his lover downstairs.

"Aniki~!" Keisuke called out as he plodded into the living room.

"What is it, Keisuke?" Ryousuke asked, looking away from his newspaper. "And why on earth aren't you wearing any pants!?" he croaked at his brother in bewilderment.

"I can't find my boxers!" Keisuke whined.

Ryousuke sighed. "Serves you right for not doing your laundry until the last minute. Go check the backyard - I think most of your clothes are on the clothesline. At least one of your underwear ought to be dry by now."

"Okay," Keisuke said brightly before he exited the living room.

Takeshi rolled his eyes to the ceiling, eliciting a chuckle from Ryousuke.

"Takeshi~!" Keisuke called out impatiently from the kitchen. "Are you coming or not?"

"Why on earth does he want me to go with him just to take his stupid underwear?" Takeshi sighed before he plodded off to the back of the house. He entered the kitchen and found Keisuke in the act of opening the back door.

The blonde trotted to the clothesline and scrutinised the various items hanging on it before-

"AAAAAAAAAARGH!" Keisuke screamed in frustration.

Takeshi's eyes widened in shock and he stood rooted to where he was until a set of rapid footsteps announced Ryousuke's arrival. "Keisuke?" Ryousuke asked worriedly, at the same time shaking the stunned Takeshi by one shoulder to snap him out of it.

"Someone stole my boxers!" Keisuke announced.

Ryousuke's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Takeshi's reaction however, was to promptly burst into a fit of laughter.

"It's not funny!" Keisuke growled at the other two drivers.

"Keisuke," Ryousuke tried to soothe his younger brother, "I'm sure they weren't stolen." He walked up to the clothesline and gave the load of laundry hanging out to dry a close look. "I'm sure your boxers are here..."

Keisuke made a huffy sort of noise.

"Oh shit, they're not!" Ryousuke exclaimed. "Someone did steal your boxers!"

Keisuke turned around to glare at his lover. "Will you stop that?" he all but growled.

Takeshi swallowed his laughter with much difficulty before he cautiously made his way to the two brothers. "I can't believe someone would steal Keisuke's boxers. I thought underwear theft only happened to girls!" he said.

Keisuke's lower lip stuck out in a pout. "What am I supposed to do now?"

"Just borrow one of your brother's for today and buy some new ones when we go out," Takeshi suggested.

"But aniki doesn't wear CKs!" Keisuke whined. "I only wear CK boxers!"

"Then go commando!" Takeshi said exasperatedly.

"This is crazy!" Ryousuke said furiously, "I can't believe someone stole my brother's underwear!"

"What are you so angry about, aniki?" Keisuke asked curiously. "I'm the one whose boxers got lifted..."

"That's precisely my point!"

Both Keisuke and Takeshi stared at him blankly.

"How come no one stole my underwear?" Ryousuke complained with all seriousness.

The other two drivers stared at him for another long moment before the corners of Ryousuke's mouth turned up in a small smile, and all three of them burst out laughing.

Somewhere else in Gunma, a young man with heavily tanned skin carefully placed his latest and most valuable acquisition to his Takahashi Keisuke shrine in a glass case. It was placed next to what he thought was the second most valuable object he had gathered, namely Keisuke's old toothbrush.

"Ah, Keisuke-san!" he gushed, his eyes sparkling, and one could practically hear the pink hearts in his voice. "I am so sorry for stealing your underwear! But I must have it for my shrine so I can worship you even more!"