[Fic] Top to Toe
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. If anything bad happens, I'd just poof them out before things get worse.
Summary: Drabble series where they meet their character counterpart. Part 1
Characters: Gun-chan, Naoto, Omi, Naoki
Rating: M
1. Gun-chan and Hachi
Misaki-san's delighted shriek upon seeing him was rather unexpected. Eito stood there with a sheepish smile not unlike his own, scratching the back of his head as his wife threw herself at Takanori.
"Finally I get to meet you, Gun-chan! Hachi has been talking about you non-stop." She rubbed their faces together. "Same face, same body build, but such different personalities!"
"Misaki-chan-" Eito began.
"Ah yes, I forgot my manners. Come in, come in! We have cake!"
As he allowed himself to be led into the cosy house, Takanori caught the soft look in Eito's eyes - ten years of unwavering love for his wife still going strong - and silently wished them a blissful marriage.
2. Gun-chan and Choco
The karaoke owner smelt of sweat, stale perfume and sex.
As he approached the counter, Takanori wrinkled his nose. Just how much perfume did the lady, or ladies - he smelt a few types - associated with the karaoke owner wear? It was nauseating in the slightly stale air of the slightly rundown establishment.
Emphasis on ‘slightly’.
“Room for seven please,” he managed to choke out. And kept a straight face when the karaoke owner peered curiously at him.
Just how many doppelgangers did he have anyway?
“Wow, I never knew I was this handsome,” Choco said, scrutinising him head to toe, then sparing the rest of the group a cursory glance. “How old are you?”
Takanori frowned. “Old enough.”
The karaoke owner laughed. "No need to get your briefs in a twist, my boy. At my age I still get mistaken for a college student, even though I never did go through college. Room 24 is available. I'll bring you up shortly."
3. Naoto and Tomonori
“Naoto-san, your hair is so soft.” Tomonori gushed as he cut and trimmed the long edges.
“Really? Thanks.” Naoto's grin matched the young beautician's. The initial shock after seeing a person who shared his looks wore off fast as they interacted. Especially when they discovered a mutual interest in manga and shopping at Mandarake.
They might have turned a few heads when their topic turned NSFW (“Adult manga. Really,” Sakura snorted to Rintarou, who in turn flicked her forehead and said, “Porn.”), but they were both perfectly healthy males with healthy libidos. Even if they had the face and size of someone whom people would want to kidnap home and have their wicked way with.
My hair is styled in a beauty salon by an employee who has my face, Naoto mailed his co-leader when Tomonori disappeared for a short while to grab the hair dye equipment. How cool is that?
4. Naoto and Wataru
"It's your fault I'm stuck in this mess!" Naoto snarled, pulling at his bonds. "I'm just a dancer, not some police officer thought to be dead! Also, I'm pretty sure I have no unknown twin brother separated at birth."
"Big words from a small man," Wataru rolled his eyes. "I don’t want you as a twin anyway. Now shut up so that I can concentrate on getting your innocent ass out of here."
Naoto clicked his tongue irritably, biting back an insult - pot calling the kettle black here? - but did as he was told. No point attracting unwanted attention from those underworld bastards who kidnapped him out of the blue after he had just finished hosting Viking. The staff was powerless to stop them from shoving a smelly old sack over his head and manhandling him into a vehicle.
Unsurprisingly, they took his mobile phone. If Hiro caught wind of this, they might suffer a fate worse than death.
Naoto entertained thoughts of Hiro sending Naoki to do the cleaning up, or Naoki volunteering to do it himself, with Mandy and Takahiro in tow, and snorted inwardly.
5. Omi and Haruyama
Hiroomi stared. Shook his head and rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was more tired than he thought if he were seeing double.
Across the street was a young punk who carried his face. He walked with a slight limp, supported by a short-haired girl looking far too mature to be a middle-schooler, judging from the uniform she wore.
But they looked so comfortable together as the boy rested his weight on her, his touch too familiar to be considered anything less than platonic. Chatting animatedly, they did not notice him when they entered a convenience store.
Hiroomi shook his head with a smile, and continued his way home.
He couldn’t wait to share the story with the rest of the group tomorrow.
6. Naoki and Raiun
His hands and legs were shackled to the wall with ropes.
Long, dexterous fingers trailed down his shirtless body. He shivered, bit his lower lip to stop a cry from escaping.
He felt violated, even though his perpetuator did nothing more than bind him to the wall and touch his torso.
"What an exquisite work of art." A smile that did not match those cold eyes, so devoid of sanity that he couldn't help that unpleasant shudder crawling down his spine. "Such flawless lines, most befitting of Adonis. But," - a drawl - "Adonis has a tragic story. Dying in Aphrodite's arms because he inspired jealousy."
He closed his eyes as calloused hands cupped his face, hands so similar to his own mapping out his features, gently tracing over eyes, nose, and lips. Opened them when this abomination of mankind kissed his forehead, deceivingly tender.
"I won't hurt you, Naoki. No, you're my carbon copy, soon to be my masterpiece," Raiun grinned, the sudden flash of his teeth making him flinch just a little.
"Let me take care of you forever."
Summary: Drabble series where they meet their character counterpart. Part 1
Characters: Gun-chan, Naoto, Omi, Naoki
Rating: M
1. Gun-chan and Hachi
Misaki-san's delighted shriek upon seeing him was rather unexpected. Eito stood there with a sheepish smile not unlike his own, scratching the back of his head as his wife threw herself at Takanori.
"Finally I get to meet you, Gun-chan! Hachi has been talking about you non-stop." She rubbed their faces together. "Same face, same body build, but such different personalities!"
"Misaki-chan-" Eito began.
"Ah yes, I forgot my manners. Come in, come in! We have cake!"
As he allowed himself to be led into the cosy house, Takanori caught the soft look in Eito's eyes - ten years of unwavering love for his wife still going strong - and silently wished them a blissful marriage.
2. Gun-chan and Choco
The karaoke owner smelt of sweat, stale perfume and sex.
As he approached the counter, Takanori wrinkled his nose. Just how much perfume did the lady, or ladies - he smelt a few types - associated with the karaoke owner wear? It was nauseating in the slightly stale air of the slightly rundown establishment.
Emphasis on ‘slightly’.
“Room for seven please,” he managed to choke out. And kept a straight face when the karaoke owner peered curiously at him.
Just how many doppelgangers did he have anyway?
“Wow, I never knew I was this handsome,” Choco said, scrutinising him head to toe, then sparing the rest of the group a cursory glance. “How old are you?”
Takanori frowned. “Old enough.”
The karaoke owner laughed. "No need to get your briefs in a twist, my boy. At my age I still get mistaken for a college student, even though I never did go through college. Room 24 is available. I'll bring you up shortly."
3. Naoto and Tomonori
“Naoto-san, your hair is so soft.” Tomonori gushed as he cut and trimmed the long edges.
“Really? Thanks.” Naoto's grin matched the young beautician's. The initial shock after seeing a person who shared his looks wore off fast as they interacted. Especially when they discovered a mutual interest in manga and shopping at Mandarake.
They might have turned a few heads when their topic turned NSFW (“Adult manga. Really,” Sakura snorted to Rintarou, who in turn flicked her forehead and said, “Porn.”), but they were both perfectly healthy males with healthy libidos. Even if they had the face and size of someone whom people would want to kidnap home and have their wicked way with.
My hair is styled in a beauty salon by an employee who has my face, Naoto mailed his co-leader when Tomonori disappeared for a short while to grab the hair dye equipment. How cool is that?
4. Naoto and Wataru
"It's your fault I'm stuck in this mess!" Naoto snarled, pulling at his bonds. "I'm just a dancer, not some police officer thought to be dead! Also, I'm pretty sure I have no unknown twin brother separated at birth."
"Big words from a small man," Wataru rolled his eyes. "I don’t want you as a twin anyway. Now shut up so that I can concentrate on getting your innocent ass out of here."
Naoto clicked his tongue irritably, biting back an insult - pot calling the kettle black here? - but did as he was told. No point attracting unwanted attention from those underworld bastards who kidnapped him out of the blue after he had just finished hosting Viking. The staff was powerless to stop them from shoving a smelly old sack over his head and manhandling him into a vehicle.
Unsurprisingly, they took his mobile phone. If Hiro caught wind of this, they might suffer a fate worse than death.
Naoto entertained thoughts of Hiro sending Naoki to do the cleaning up, or Naoki volunteering to do it himself, with Mandy and Takahiro in tow, and snorted inwardly.
5. Omi and Haruyama
Hiroomi stared. Shook his head and rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was more tired than he thought if he were seeing double.
Across the street was a young punk who carried his face. He walked with a slight limp, supported by a short-haired girl looking far too mature to be a middle-schooler, judging from the uniform she wore.
But they looked so comfortable together as the boy rested his weight on her, his touch too familiar to be considered anything less than platonic. Chatting animatedly, they did not notice him when they entered a convenience store.
Hiroomi shook his head with a smile, and continued his way home.
He couldn’t wait to share the story with the rest of the group tomorrow.
6. Naoki and Raiun
His hands and legs were shackled to the wall with ropes.
Long, dexterous fingers trailed down his shirtless body. He shivered, bit his lower lip to stop a cry from escaping.
He felt violated, even though his perpetuator did nothing more than bind him to the wall and touch his torso.
"What an exquisite work of art." A smile that did not match those cold eyes, so devoid of sanity that he couldn't help that unpleasant shudder crawling down his spine. "Such flawless lines, most befitting of Adonis. But," - a drawl - "Adonis has a tragic story. Dying in Aphrodite's arms because he inspired jealousy."
He closed his eyes as calloused hands cupped his face, hands so similar to his own mapping out his features, gently tracing over eyes, nose, and lips. Opened them when this abomination of mankind kissed his forehead, deceivingly tender.
"I won't hurt you, Naoki. No, you're my carbon copy, soon to be my masterpiece," Raiun grinned, the sudden flash of his teeth making him flinch just a little.
"Let me take care of you forever."