Drabble batch #5
I asked Cait to set me 30 prompts for this semester so that I could write a little bit when I wanted instead of going crazy. One was in the last post.
#26 “Merry-go-round” Yamapi, Massu, Ryo - G
They stood in the middle of the merry-go-round, backs to each other in a circle, shoulders pressed together, Yamapi, Massu, Ryo, looking up into the camera with serious faces.
“Doesn’t anyone find this weird?” Massu asks between shots as Ryo bends his neck and massages it.
“What?” Yamashita asks tiredly, rotating his shoulders.
“We’re on a merry-go-round. Shouldn’t we be smiling?”
Ryo snorts and Massu can feel him shrug his shoulder. Suddenly he jumps down, ignoring the photographer’s protests and his bandmates’ questioning grunts, and grabs the bars of the merry-go-round and runs around and around. Yamapi and Ryo let out entirely girly shrieks as their sense of gravity is thrown and they sink to the floor, holding tightly onto thin bars. They feel their bodies lengthening, sliding out to the edges and it’s Ryo who starts giggling first but Yamapi’s not far after. Massu grins wildly and runs fasterfasterfaster until he finally lets go, bending over and resting his hands on his knees as he takes deep gulping breaths. Yamapi and Ryo
crawl
off,
walking
slowly,
shoulders
shaking
in
mirth
as
they
regain
their
balance.
The make-up artists are instantly there, looking reproving as they blot sweat away and retouch, but Yamapi and Ryo are smiling at each other and Massu apologizes as sincerely as he can.
#30 "Ice Slippers" Yamapi, Koyama, Shige - G
The slippers were uncomfortable, freezing cold against her bare, tender feet as she walked painfully up the stairs to enter the ballroom.
“The price,” her fairy godmother had said, with a note of finality in her voice, and she couldn’t fight it.
The room froze at her entrance and she shuddered involuntarily at the myriad of eyes taking in her ice blue dress, delicately curled tresses, fragile mask a webwork against her face. Her eyes were drawn to the three men near the dias and she flushed at the knowledge that their attention was on her. She stumbled forward, the attendant smoothly covering her slip with an outstretched hand. She smiled gratefully at him and he let her go.
Numb feet navigated the steps as she made her way into the room and suddenly the oldest of the brothers was offering her his hand and pulling her gracefully into his arms, waltzing her around the room and smiling kindly down at her. The second brother held her farther away from him but kept shooting her dazzled looks with a serious face. The third brother was stiff and awkward but his smile warmed her cheeks, accentuating the cold she felt travelling up her calves.
Midnight came too soon, and too late and at the first chime she broke away from the eldest brother’s embrace and stumbledranfell, bunching her skirts in her hands and revealing her glittering slippers, toward the entrance and he watched her go in stunned silence. His brothers came and stood on either side of him for an astonished moment before running after her.
They stopped as one at the end of the hall and looked down at the glass slipper. The eldest stooped and picked it up, cursing in surprise at the cold. They watched it melt in his hands.
“Your wish. A night. A dance. A chance,” her fairy godmother had said. “Fairytales are just that,” she reminded her gently before transforming her rags into riches.
#6 "Where no one can find us" Koyama/Ryo - G Remixed into Take the Black and Paint it Red by owaranai_natsu .
Koyama laughed breathlessly as he rushed to the railing and slumped against it. Ryo followed more slowly after, deep breaths expanding his narrow chest as he leaned next to Koyama.
“I won,” Koyama said, giggling and Ryo just smiled at him, secretive.
Koyama blinked at him, still smiling and turned to lean his side against the railing and face Ryo. “What are we doing up here?” he asked.
“It’s a good place,” he replied, and leaned in to kiss Koyama gently. Where no one can find us... He smiled against Koyama’s lips when he brought his hands up to tangle in Ryo’s hair. I win.
#26 “Merry-go-round” Yamapi, Massu, Ryo - G
They stood in the middle of the merry-go-round, backs to each other in a circle, shoulders pressed together, Yamapi, Massu, Ryo, looking up into the camera with serious faces.
“Doesn’t anyone find this weird?” Massu asks between shots as Ryo bends his neck and massages it.
“What?” Yamashita asks tiredly, rotating his shoulders.
“We’re on a merry-go-round. Shouldn’t we be smiling?”
Ryo snorts and Massu can feel him shrug his shoulder. Suddenly he jumps down, ignoring the photographer’s protests and his bandmates’ questioning grunts, and grabs the bars of the merry-go-round and runs around and around. Yamapi and Ryo let out entirely girly shrieks as their sense of gravity is thrown and they sink to the floor, holding tightly onto thin bars. They feel their bodies lengthening, sliding out to the edges and it’s Ryo who starts giggling first but Yamapi’s not far after. Massu grins wildly and runs fasterfasterfaster until he finally lets go, bending over and resting his hands on his knees as he takes deep gulping breaths. Yamapi and Ryo
crawl
off,
walking
slowly,
shoulders
shaking
in
mirth
as
they
regain
their
balance.
The make-up artists are instantly there, looking reproving as they blot sweat away and retouch, but Yamapi and Ryo are smiling at each other and Massu apologizes as sincerely as he can.
#30 "Ice Slippers" Yamapi, Koyama, Shige - G
The slippers were uncomfortable, freezing cold against her bare, tender feet as she walked painfully up the stairs to enter the ballroom.
“The price,” her fairy godmother had said, with a note of finality in her voice, and she couldn’t fight it.
The room froze at her entrance and she shuddered involuntarily at the myriad of eyes taking in her ice blue dress, delicately curled tresses, fragile mask a webwork against her face. Her eyes were drawn to the three men near the dias and she flushed at the knowledge that their attention was on her. She stumbled forward, the attendant smoothly covering her slip with an outstretched hand. She smiled gratefully at him and he let her go.
Numb feet navigated the steps as she made her way into the room and suddenly the oldest of the brothers was offering her his hand and pulling her gracefully into his arms, waltzing her around the room and smiling kindly down at her. The second brother held her farther away from him but kept shooting her dazzled looks with a serious face. The third brother was stiff and awkward but his smile warmed her cheeks, accentuating the cold she felt travelling up her calves.
Midnight came too soon, and too late and at the first chime she broke away from the eldest brother’s embrace and stumbledranfell, bunching her skirts in her hands and revealing her glittering slippers, toward the entrance and he watched her go in stunned silence. His brothers came and stood on either side of him for an astonished moment before running after her.
They stopped as one at the end of the hall and looked down at the glass slipper. The eldest stooped and picked it up, cursing in surprise at the cold. They watched it melt in his hands.
“Your wish. A night. A dance. A chance,” her fairy godmother had said. “Fairytales are just that,” she reminded her gently before transforming her rags into riches.
#6 "Where no one can find us" Koyama/Ryo - G Remixed into Take the Black and Paint it Red by owaranai_natsu .
Koyama laughed breathlessly as he rushed to the railing and slumped against it. Ryo followed more slowly after, deep breaths expanding his narrow chest as he leaned next to Koyama.
“I won,” Koyama said, giggling and Ryo just smiled at him, secretive.
Koyama blinked at him, still smiling and turned to lean his side against the railing and face Ryo. “What are we doing up here?” he asked.
“It’s a good place,” he replied, and leaned in to kiss Koyama gently. Where no one can find us... He smiled against Koyama’s lips when he brought his hands up to tangle in Ryo’s hair. I win.