(news) yamapi is the leader after all; gen
Rating: G
Genre: General, fluff
Notes: Like I said, it’s reeeally short. And fuzzy. And pointless. And NEWS.
“You, there,” Yamapi pointed at Ryo and then at a spot at a spot on the floor, “and on your hands and knees. Now,” he added firmly when the desired member made no move to obey. Yamapi raised his eyebrows at the man and Ryo flinched ever so slightly. Tegoshi observed. Those were definitely blackmail eyebrows. He turned to look at Massu for confirmation but the latter just looked away awkwardly.
Ryo cursed under his breath as he positioned himself like ordered on the ground, growling frequently. Damn Yamapi. The leader then turned to Shige and asked for the same thing “just beside that one.” Ryo gawked at the unfamiliar tone used for the second time that evening and fought back the sudden urge to jump up and slam the man’s pretty face into the wall. Shige frowned inwardly but complied, ever curious about the leader and his ideas. Massu didn’t even need Yamapi to finish the sentence before he dropped to the ground beside Shige. There was no use in protesting. The sooner they were done, the sooner he could get to his dinner.
Yamapi threw around a few more orders and watched the others assemble, snickering. He nodded at the almost-complete human pyramid in satisfaction. He laughed silently at Koyama and Tegoshi who were already having trouble balancing on top of the other three and walked up to the group, trying to decide which side would be easiest to climb up from. Getting up proved to be one of the most difficult tasks of the week, but he managed to do so, hopefully only breaking one or two of the vertebrae in Massu’s back; even Tegoshi couldn’t be bothered to be flustered anymore with the extremely uncomfortable pain in his own back.
Yamapi pushed off Koyama and Tegoshi, balancing just on his knees, no longer using his hands for support. He laughed, causing his body to shake, and in turn making the tower wobble.
“Wh-” Ryo’s words were cut short as Tegoshi’s knee suddenly pressed into his back. Ryo’s glares apparently were useless at this stage, with the youngest not being able to see him and all.
The door opened and in strolled a lady who looked as if she were in about her late 20s holding a notebook and pen, accompanied by a male with a large camera. “Oh well that’s certainly interesting. Snap it! Snap it!” she encouraged the photographer. Yamapi grinned and held up a peace sign as the flash blinded everyone. “What is the meaning of all this, boys?”
Yamapi immediately replied, “I am the best!” and shifted his knee ever so slightly. But apparently his knee was now invading a strangely sensitive part on Koyama’s body, who in turn twitched, making the whole pyramid collapse into a misshapen pile of arms and legs. Sure it was painful having internal organs squished, but it was all in good fun. The journalist laughed at the members red faces as Yamapi was sprawled out across them, still in a position of power, while more bright flashes ensued.
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A satisfied grin appeared on Yamapi’s face the next morning as he looked at the magazine (NEWS Special!) with images from the previous day splattered everywhere. If at all possible his grin widened as he came across the spread of the human pyramid, and his eyes settled on the heading:
“All hail the leader!”
So journalists could get some things right these days.
Genre: General, fluff
Notes: Like I said, it’s reeeally short. And fuzzy. And pointless. And NEWS.
“You, there,” Yamapi pointed at Ryo and then at a spot at a spot on the floor, “and on your hands and knees. Now,” he added firmly when the desired member made no move to obey. Yamapi raised his eyebrows at the man and Ryo flinched ever so slightly. Tegoshi observed. Those were definitely blackmail eyebrows. He turned to look at Massu for confirmation but the latter just looked away awkwardly.
Ryo cursed under his breath as he positioned himself like ordered on the ground, growling frequently. Damn Yamapi. The leader then turned to Shige and asked for the same thing “just beside that one.” Ryo gawked at the unfamiliar tone used for the second time that evening and fought back the sudden urge to jump up and slam the man’s pretty face into the wall. Shige frowned inwardly but complied, ever curious about the leader and his ideas. Massu didn’t even need Yamapi to finish the sentence before he dropped to the ground beside Shige. There was no use in protesting. The sooner they were done, the sooner he could get to his dinner.
Yamapi threw around a few more orders and watched the others assemble, snickering. He nodded at the almost-complete human pyramid in satisfaction. He laughed silently at Koyama and Tegoshi who were already having trouble balancing on top of the other three and walked up to the group, trying to decide which side would be easiest to climb up from. Getting up proved to be one of the most difficult tasks of the week, but he managed to do so, hopefully only breaking one or two of the vertebrae in Massu’s back; even Tegoshi couldn’t be bothered to be flustered anymore with the extremely uncomfortable pain in his own back.
Yamapi pushed off Koyama and Tegoshi, balancing just on his knees, no longer using his hands for support. He laughed, causing his body to shake, and in turn making the tower wobble.
“Wh-” Ryo’s words were cut short as Tegoshi’s knee suddenly pressed into his back. Ryo’s glares apparently were useless at this stage, with the youngest not being able to see him and all.
The door opened and in strolled a lady who looked as if she were in about her late 20s holding a notebook and pen, accompanied by a male with a large camera. “Oh well that’s certainly interesting. Snap it! Snap it!” she encouraged the photographer. Yamapi grinned and held up a peace sign as the flash blinded everyone. “What is the meaning of all this, boys?”
Yamapi immediately replied, “I am the best!” and shifted his knee ever so slightly. But apparently his knee was now invading a strangely sensitive part on Koyama’s body, who in turn twitched, making the whole pyramid collapse into a misshapen pile of arms and legs. Sure it was painful having internal organs squished, but it was all in good fun. The journalist laughed at the members red faces as Yamapi was sprawled out across them, still in a position of power, while more bright flashes ensued.
----
A satisfied grin appeared on Yamapi’s face the next morning as he looked at the magazine (NEWS Special!) with images from the previous day splattered everywhere. If at all possible his grin widened as he came across the spread of the human pyramid, and his eyes settled on the heading:
“All hail the leader!”
So journalists could get some things right these days.