#3 Theme 48: The Prophet - Moi Dix Mois; Tora/Hiroto
Title: Rotundity
Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 048 The Prophet (Moi Dix Mois)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing:Tora/Hiroto, Alice Nine/Ono-san
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: long sentences…
Comments: It’s crackish and I blame it on Ono-san. Seriously though, the man seems hilarious.
Rotundity
Hiroto gave an unmanly squeal accompanied by an unsightly flail of his arms as their manager Ono-san walked into the room; a spectacle which, as of late, was no longer a rarity induced by wandering men dressed in Spiderman costumes. It was a rather common occurrence commonly occurring multiple times within the same hour.
"Your hair is so awesome now!!! SO awesome!!!!!"
Ono-san grinned for about the hundredth time that day. He'd always been pretty insecure and unsure of himself - choosing to swamp himself under layers of cotton and fleece, a beard and bangs - before the members of Alice Nine adopted him, showering him with their encouragement and the encouragement of their fans. Then Shou was tackling him into a hug, Saga not far behind with his camera phone, and Ono wasn't so sure if his personal team of self-esteem boosters was all that advantageous. They tended to be a bit too enthusiastic and Ono was fairly certain Nao had a whole folder solely full of pictures of himself on an external hard drive right next to a folder of all the memorable foods he'd ever eaten, which each of the band members had free and frequent access to.
Hiroto sent another wild grin Ono’s way, something lost on their new manager who was currently being straddled and subject to paparazzi snapshots. Flashing Nao a quick thumbs up before returning his hands back to his guitar, Hiroto gave it an absentminded strum before letting his thoughts trail off. He wouldn't admit it aloud to anyone, but Hiroto had always wanted to shave his head. He thought it looked pretty hardcore, very rock star. He would also look very grown up and masculine if only he could convince their company to give him the okay. But every day he picked up his razor to shave Hiroto remembered the chaos that was Tora’s half-bleached hair and decided it wasn’t worth the verbal beat down from the powers above or the hit and miss with their fans. He also knew how harshly many people associated shaved heads with bigots and bums so he kept the dream censored to the world and settled himself with staring wistfully at Ono's head as often as possible. Shaving off his goatee had only served to heighten Ono in Hiroto's eyes.
Tora was frankly jealous. Come on. Ono hadn't even been man enough to go get his own hair done or shave off his facial hair, it had all been Tora's idea. Now Hiroto couldn't keep his damn eyes off the other man plus he’d invited Ono to eat dinner with them every night that week.
Tora had tried countless times to bring the issue up.
"Hiroto, he used to look like a friggin oriental JESUS for Christ's sake! Why the hell are you fawning all over him now?"
To which Hiroto had promptly shoved the whole bag of Swedish Fish he’d previously been holding into his mouth and was unable to talk for a good half hour, by which time Tora was called in for his photo shoot and Hiroto took the opportunity to make himself scarce. Basically, Hiroto had been avoiding Tora’s questioning glances all week and every time the taller man got in his face and tried demanding an answer Hiroto’s eyes would glaze over - it was futile to try and get Hiroto’s attention at that point.
Tora supposed he should have realized the… the bald fetish was it?... sooner. The last time they’d passed a cardboard cutout of Spiderman, Hiroto had turned into a giggling school girl with a not so school girl hard on and Tora had been forced to act as the younger man’s human shield for the rest of the thirty minute walk home to their apartment. Smooth-headed Spiderman Pon liked. Take off the mask, leave the powers and everything else and Hiroto would boo at the screen before staring fixedly at Tora as if he were the one taking his masked joys away, as if he could make Spiderman put his mask back on and cover that obscene hair.
“Ono is so awwwwwwwwwwwesome.”
Hiroto had suddenly broke out in song and what little restraint Tora had left was shattering with each pouty curve of Hiroto’s lips on the other man’s name.
It was simply getting ridiculous now.
Shou’s belting chorus was cut off by the loud thump and high pitched “oh!” Hiroto made as Tora pounced onto his back, the soft plop of Hiroto’s guitar on the sofa not too far behind.
Hiroto gave another unmanly squeal of delight as Tora began nibbling at the back of his neck and rubbing up against his backside. Saga quickly backed off Ono and began to click his phone excitedly at the two on the ground. Ono and Nao tried to pull the two apart, Hiroto only halfheartedly trying to help while Shou continued singing in the background, before Tora turned around and literally snarled.
“MINE.”
The entire room was silent, taken aback by Tora’s seemingly random mood swing; everyone had pretty much been focused on annoying Ono before the live.
“Tora, what’s wrong with you? You nearly broke my guitar in half,” Hiroto whined turning around beneath the larger man’s weight. “Everyone already knows I’m yours.”
“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?! All week Pon, all week! Half the time you’ve been ignoring me, the other half you’ve been following Ono around like some dog in heat!”
Hiroto blushed at the accusation. That really wasn’t fair. He knew it looked bad. Really bad. But what could he do? It was silly to want to have the head of a middle aged man, but he couldn’t help wanting what he wanted.
Hiroto looked searchingly up into Tora’s eyes, trying to convey some sort of message to the other, reassure Tora of his permanent spot in his heart, but all he got was an angry glare. Reaching up to circle his arms around Tora’s neck, Hiroto pulled himself closer, sighing in defeat as he buried his face in the other’s neck.
“IjustwishIcouldshavemyheadtoo,” he mumbled quickly into Tora’s hair.
Tora remained frozen on the floor, Hiroto wrapped around him, for a minute. Staring dubiously at the lean form attached to his upper half, Tora pried Hiroto’s head away from his shoulder and immediately comprehended the truth behind his words. Hiroto was completely pink with embarrassment and alternatively shifting his eyes from Ono’s head to Tora’s eyes almost pleading as he squeezed him closer.
Grinning now, Tora tossed Ono a victorious look before pulling Hiroto up.
“Just had to get that out before the show started.”
Ono smiled hesitantly back, completely confused, but his attention was quickly diverted from Tora’s challenging stare as Shou pulled an inappropriately short, neon yellow dress out of nowhere.
“Onooooooooooo, look what Ex-manager-san got me.”
Tonight was going to be a very long night indeed.
A/N:
LOL wth. Sorry it's like this~
I also made it so Ono was their new manager b/c wtf idkkk~
And sorry the title almost makes no sense. I’m unawesome at titling things :)
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Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 048 The Prophet (Moi Dix Mois)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing:Tora/Hiroto, Alice Nine/Ono-san
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: long sentences…
Comments: It’s crackish and I blame it on Ono-san. Seriously though, the man seems hilarious.
Rotundity
Hiroto gave an unmanly squeal accompanied by an unsightly flail of his arms as their manager Ono-san walked into the room; a spectacle which, as of late, was no longer a rarity induced by wandering men dressed in Spiderman costumes. It was a rather common occurrence commonly occurring multiple times within the same hour.
"Your hair is so awesome now!!! SO awesome!!!!!"
Ono-san grinned for about the hundredth time that day. He'd always been pretty insecure and unsure of himself - choosing to swamp himself under layers of cotton and fleece, a beard and bangs - before the members of Alice Nine adopted him, showering him with their encouragement and the encouragement of their fans. Then Shou was tackling him into a hug, Saga not far behind with his camera phone, and Ono wasn't so sure if his personal team of self-esteem boosters was all that advantageous. They tended to be a bit too enthusiastic and Ono was fairly certain Nao had a whole folder solely full of pictures of himself on an external hard drive right next to a folder of all the memorable foods he'd ever eaten, which each of the band members had free and frequent access to.
Hiroto sent another wild grin Ono’s way, something lost on their new manager who was currently being straddled and subject to paparazzi snapshots. Flashing Nao a quick thumbs up before returning his hands back to his guitar, Hiroto gave it an absentminded strum before letting his thoughts trail off. He wouldn't admit it aloud to anyone, but Hiroto had always wanted to shave his head. He thought it looked pretty hardcore, very rock star. He would also look very grown up and masculine if only he could convince their company to give him the okay. But every day he picked up his razor to shave Hiroto remembered the chaos that was Tora’s half-bleached hair and decided it wasn’t worth the verbal beat down from the powers above or the hit and miss with their fans. He also knew how harshly many people associated shaved heads with bigots and bums so he kept the dream censored to the world and settled himself with staring wistfully at Ono's head as often as possible. Shaving off his goatee had only served to heighten Ono in Hiroto's eyes.
Tora was frankly jealous. Come on. Ono hadn't even been man enough to go get his own hair done or shave off his facial hair, it had all been Tora's idea. Now Hiroto couldn't keep his damn eyes off the other man plus he’d invited Ono to eat dinner with them every night that week.
Tora had tried countless times to bring the issue up.
"Hiroto, he used to look like a friggin oriental JESUS for Christ's sake! Why the hell are you fawning all over him now?"
To which Hiroto had promptly shoved the whole bag of Swedish Fish he’d previously been holding into his mouth and was unable to talk for a good half hour, by which time Tora was called in for his photo shoot and Hiroto took the opportunity to make himself scarce. Basically, Hiroto had been avoiding Tora’s questioning glances all week and every time the taller man got in his face and tried demanding an answer Hiroto’s eyes would glaze over - it was futile to try and get Hiroto’s attention at that point.
Tora supposed he should have realized the… the bald fetish was it?... sooner. The last time they’d passed a cardboard cutout of Spiderman, Hiroto had turned into a giggling school girl with a not so school girl hard on and Tora had been forced to act as the younger man’s human shield for the rest of the thirty minute walk home to their apartment. Smooth-headed Spiderman Pon liked. Take off the mask, leave the powers and everything else and Hiroto would boo at the screen before staring fixedly at Tora as if he were the one taking his masked joys away, as if he could make Spiderman put his mask back on and cover that obscene hair.
“Ono is so awwwwwwwwwwwesome.”
Hiroto had suddenly broke out in song and what little restraint Tora had left was shattering with each pouty curve of Hiroto’s lips on the other man’s name.
It was simply getting ridiculous now.
Shou’s belting chorus was cut off by the loud thump and high pitched “oh!” Hiroto made as Tora pounced onto his back, the soft plop of Hiroto’s guitar on the sofa not too far behind.
Hiroto gave another unmanly squeal of delight as Tora began nibbling at the back of his neck and rubbing up against his backside. Saga quickly backed off Ono and began to click his phone excitedly at the two on the ground. Ono and Nao tried to pull the two apart, Hiroto only halfheartedly trying to help while Shou continued singing in the background, before Tora turned around and literally snarled.
“MINE.”
The entire room was silent, taken aback by Tora’s seemingly random mood swing; everyone had pretty much been focused on annoying Ono before the live.
“Tora, what’s wrong with you? You nearly broke my guitar in half,” Hiroto whined turning around beneath the larger man’s weight. “Everyone already knows I’m yours.”
“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?! All week Pon, all week! Half the time you’ve been ignoring me, the other half you’ve been following Ono around like some dog in heat!”
Hiroto blushed at the accusation. That really wasn’t fair. He knew it looked bad. Really bad. But what could he do? It was silly to want to have the head of a middle aged man, but he couldn’t help wanting what he wanted.
Hiroto looked searchingly up into Tora’s eyes, trying to convey some sort of message to the other, reassure Tora of his permanent spot in his heart, but all he got was an angry glare. Reaching up to circle his arms around Tora’s neck, Hiroto pulled himself closer, sighing in defeat as he buried his face in the other’s neck.
“IjustwishIcouldshavemyheadtoo,” he mumbled quickly into Tora’s hair.
Tora remained frozen on the floor, Hiroto wrapped around him, for a minute. Staring dubiously at the lean form attached to his upper half, Tora pried Hiroto’s head away from his shoulder and immediately comprehended the truth behind his words. Hiroto was completely pink with embarrassment and alternatively shifting his eyes from Ono’s head to Tora’s eyes almost pleading as he squeezed him closer.
Grinning now, Tora tossed Ono a victorious look before pulling Hiroto up.
“Just had to get that out before the show started.”
Ono smiled hesitantly back, completely confused, but his attention was quickly diverted from Tora’s challenging stare as Shou pulled an inappropriately short, neon yellow dress out of nowhere.
“Onooooooooooo, look what Ex-manager-san got me.”
Tonight was going to be a very long night indeed.
A/N:
LOL wth. Sorry it's like this~
I also made it so Ono was their new manager b/c wtf idkkk~
And sorry the title almost makes no sense. I’m unawesome at titling things :)
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