procrastination, life is your creation ♪
...I wrote this ages ago. xD; Like back in June last year. *minor edit* Uni will be eating me until Thursday, but I want to post something, SO HERE IS SOMETHING. 8D
① Right Said Fred: I'm Too Sexy For My Shirt DOWNLOAD. >:Db Awesome song. Our class made the boys strip to it during an assembly performance back in year 8. ♥ Good memories. 8D
② Starring: the Fujigaya Brothers. 400w, G.
Ryosuke opens his bedroom door only to be assaulted by a blast of English music from the living room -- and the image of his oldest brother passing by in nothing but old trackpants that hang precariously low as he swings his ass like a two-bit pole dancer.
("Sixty-four bit," Ryosuke hears one of his girl friends correct in the back of his own head. "At least.")
("Sixty-nine~" one of his male friends says, and wriggles his eyebrows. Augh.)
Ryosuke's sure his poor adolescent imagination's already too messed up to deal with crazies in reality, too. "Tai-nii!" he yells, maybe just a little on the desperate side before his brother disappears. "Turn the goddamn music down!"
Taisuke turns alright, but only to gesture that he can't hear Ryosuke already. Grinning, he offers a fine body-roll instead, tongue darting out just for the family's youngest.
Ryosuke wants to cry. "This isn't the fucking Shounen Club, okay?!"
"I'm too sexy for your body!" Taisuke calls back over the thumping bass, laughing. Ryosuke's still young, and mortified by the concept of Gay Johnny Cooties to boot. If this makes him too easy to pick on, well. Taisuke's never been particularly adverse to soft targets (to which Senga and Miyata can attest).
The bathroom door opens to Taisuke's left, Yusuke emerging in boxers and socks, pausing in towelling his hair dry. He's a little taller though one year shy of the same age, and they eye each other off for a moment. Then Yusuke cracks a grin and tosses his towel back where it came from, and shimmies in a way that'd do KAT-TUN proud.
"Partying without me?" Ryosuke distantly lip-reads more than hears, and wishes desperately to be taller than both his brothers some day. (Preferably soon. Like, tomorrow.)
Their eldest grins back, giving a return hip-swing, and it's definitely train-wreck syndrome if Ryosuke can't look away when Yusuke laughs, forming the back of a two-man congo line up on Taisuke, to dance into the kitchen -- out of sight, but unfortunately not out of mind.
Scarred, the youngest Fujigaya retreats back into his bedroom sanctuary, offering up a fervent forgive me to whichever gods he must have offended in a past life as he burrows back under his covers. Nobody good should have deserved his household at ten on a Sunday morning.
idk, i like writing retarded kyoudai. and maybe the fujigaya clan don't live in an apartment block, like half of ebikisu don't seem to. xD WHATEVER.
① Right Said Fred: I'm Too Sexy For My Shirt DOWNLOAD. >:Db Awesome song. Our class made the boys strip to it during an assembly performance back in year 8. ♥ Good memories. 8D
② Starring: the Fujigaya Brothers. 400w, G.
Ryosuke opens his bedroom door only to be assaulted by a blast of English music from the living room -- and the image of his oldest brother passing by in nothing but old trackpants that hang precariously low as he swings his ass like a two-bit pole dancer.
("Sixty-four bit," Ryosuke hears one of his girl friends correct in the back of his own head. "At least.")
("Sixty-nine~" one of his male friends says, and wriggles his eyebrows. Augh.)
Ryosuke's sure his poor adolescent imagination's already too messed up to deal with crazies in reality, too. "Tai-nii!" he yells, maybe just a little on the desperate side before his brother disappears. "Turn the goddamn music down!"
Taisuke turns alright, but only to gesture that he can't hear Ryosuke already. Grinning, he offers a fine body-roll instead, tongue darting out just for the family's youngest.
Ryosuke wants to cry. "This isn't the fucking Shounen Club, okay?!"
"I'm too sexy for your body!" Taisuke calls back over the thumping bass, laughing. Ryosuke's still young, and mortified by the concept of Gay Johnny Cooties to boot. If this makes him too easy to pick on, well. Taisuke's never been particularly adverse to soft targets (to which Senga and Miyata can attest).
The bathroom door opens to Taisuke's left, Yusuke emerging in boxers and socks, pausing in towelling his hair dry. He's a little taller though one year shy of the same age, and they eye each other off for a moment. Then Yusuke cracks a grin and tosses his towel back where it came from, and shimmies in a way that'd do KAT-TUN proud.
"Partying without me?" Ryosuke distantly lip-reads more than hears, and wishes desperately to be taller than both his brothers some day. (Preferably soon. Like, tomorrow.)
Their eldest grins back, giving a return hip-swing, and it's definitely train-wreck syndrome if Ryosuke can't look away when Yusuke laughs, forming the back of a two-man congo line up on Taisuke, to dance into the kitchen -- out of sight, but unfortunately not out of mind.
Scarred, the youngest Fujigaya retreats back into his bedroom sanctuary, offering up a fervent forgive me to whichever gods he must have offended in a past life as he burrows back under his covers. Nobody good should have deserved his household at ten on a Sunday morning.
idk, i like writing retarded kyoudai. and maybe the fujigaya clan don't live in an apartment block, like half of ebikisu don't seem to. xD WHATEVER.