Very random batch of drabbles. Cleaning house. XD Wait. I see a theme... LOL Massu you ninja. XD Sorry about the sad at the end. :( You may want to read it first because the rest are all fluff.
“Ice cream” Massu/Tegoshi - G (bday drabble for a friend)
When Tegoshi goes for ice cream, it’s something he craves, because he doesn’t really like sweet things. So when his taste buds are screaming for ice cream, he goes all out: chocolate syrup, rainbow sprinkles, whipped cream, and, if he’s lucky, he even gets a cherry on top. Sometimes there are peanuts, sometimes strawberry syrup or maybe even caramel and sometimes it’s everything all together at once, like today. He eats it slowly, savoring it, knowing he won’t be able to finish it, but that’s okay too. Massu is sitting next to him eating plain vanilla and Tegoshi looks between their cups.
“Massu. Your ice cream is boring. If you’re going to have ice cream, you should really have it.”
Massu stares at his ice cream, then Tegoshi’s, then back to his own, and then up at Tegoshi himself. “But Tegoshi,” he says with a smile. “If I want ice cream, I want to taste it.” He takes a small spoonful of his own ice cream and holds it up to Tegoshi’s mouth. “Do you even remember what plain ice cream tastes like?” he teases.
Tegoshi frowns but delicately takes the spoon between his lips and slides the ice cream off into his mouth. He lets it melt, the ice cream slipping around his tongue, and he really tastes it. It is better than he rememberss, all delicate flavoring and just this side of sweet. “It’s good,” he says. Then he takes a huge bite of his own sundae and grins at Massu around a mouthful of it. “But mine’s still better.”
Massu just shrugs and laughs before harassing Tegoshi while he steals a bite, grimacing at the taste. “Sweet! Agh! So sweet!”
“Just like us,” Tegoshi says, batting his lashes at Massu, knocking their shoulders together, and Massu wrinkles his nose at him.
“Well, okay… You just keep your sweetness to yourself.”
Tegoshi just laughs and starts trying to force Massu to take another bite. Because Tegoshi knows Massu is sweet as well - he just hides it better.
Massu/Tegoshi for
nanyakanya - G prompted with Feist's "
Mushaboom" (Thanks, Da!) AU
They stood in front of the heavy wooden door to their new home, the keys dangling from Masuda's fingers and they looked from the door to each other and back, smiling nervously. Masuda slid the key into the lock and twisted, clucking his tongue in irritation as it stuck and he had to jiggle it to get it to click and turn. He opened the door and stood back, letting Tegoshi be the first to step inside.
Turning to face Masuda with a smile, he said, "Welcome home."
Masuda blushed and lowered his eyes. "I'm home."
They looked around the tiny space with its dingy walls and dust-covered surfaces, its outdated kitchen, and peeling paint.
"I'm sorry we couldn't afford something better, yet," Masuda said shyly.
Tegoshi took another look around before moving to stand in front of Masuda and taking the older man's face between his small hands. "One day," he said. "But I have everything I need right here."
"All wrapped up in sunshine" Koyama/Massu - G
Koyama heard the alarm, felt the bed dip and rise as a weight moved then lifted off of it, and he whined a little bit in the back of his throat at the loss of warmth, but, ultimately, he fell back asleep, just after a hand smoothed across his cheek.
He woke again, at a more acceptable time he figured since this time, at least, warm light pressed against his eyelids, when he felt the bed dip again and strong arms wrapped around him. He snuggled up against a broad chest, nudging his head against a chin until it raised enough for him to press his nose against the warm neck and sigh in content.
Rumbling laughter preceded his voice, bubbling up from his stomach and spilling out his lips. “Koyama,” Massu said, still laughing, “you are such a cat.”
“Nya,” Koyama mumbled groggily and kneaded at Massu’s stomach. Massu was right. He was a cat, and here he was, all wrapped up in sunshine.
"Spring Onions" Koyama/Massu - G
Koyama stood under the eaves of the grocery, frowning at the chilly rain and huddling further against the wall when he was suddenly splashed by errant drops. He knew it was stupid to stand here and try to wait out the rain but… He clutched his grocery bag to his chest and forlornly watched the people walk by with their umbrellas. He’d left his at home and he’d have to cross the street to buy one.
He’d just made up his mind to just do it already, even shifted his weight forward, when Massu was in front of him, smiling brightly and holding up a large umbrella, electric blue with yellow ducks on.
“I thought that was you.” His eyes dropped down to the spring onions sticking out of the top of Koyama’s bag and his smile widened. “I think you’re missing the scrunchy, Koyama.”
Koyama looked at him blankly for a moment then laughed loudly. “Will you still walk me home?”
Massu pretended to think for a moment, tapping his chin and looking up, and Koyama swatted good-naturedly at his arm. “I guess I ought to. Being a gentleman and all that.” Massu took the bag from him, handing the umbrella to Koyama, and wrapped an arm around Koyama’s waist.
Suddenly the rain didn’t bother him at all, with warmth radiating out from Massu to seep through his t-shirt and heat his skin and Massu’s smile to brighten up the grey.
#1 “Massu died last week, and he still isn’t better” Massu - PG for character death. This is your warning. (I'm pretty sure Cait meant for this to be crack and I was totally imagining zombies but then this happened...)
Massu died last week; not in a bright pool of red or flash of lights, but in bed, asleep. Probably a gasp, a violent throb interrupting a dream before sliding into black; dark lashes resting against cherubic cheeks, slight wrinkle between his eyes, lips parted.
An emergency meeting, their manager laying out the facts, not meeting anyone’s eyes. Heart failure, he said, genetic they thought but they didn’t know.
“A broken heart?” Koyama asked, incredulous and wide-eyed. “I didn’t think that was actually possible.”
Shige began giggling, Koyama shifting guilty eyes to his friend’s face, until hiccups interrupted hysterical giggles, until they became sobs and Koyama wrapped his arms around him.
Tegoshi glared at the table refusing to blink his tears into falling. Ryo looked confused, lost, small where he sat curled in on himself in his chair. Yamashita just looked resigned, old, too sad.
He’s still here, though, every day, in flashes of memories, bright clothing that catches their eyes and makes them look up with a smile, expecting to see him in something blinding but him, glimpses of sunshine like his smile, snatches of music they can practically hear him singing with his voice like honey. Every time, disappointment contorts their faces when they realize it’s just a phantom and they comfort each other when they can, when they’re not alone. They can't let him go.
Massu died last week. And he still isn’t any better, trapped in happy memories soured by sorrow. But maybe next month, next year, the memories will only be bittersweet instead and they can move on. But not just yet.