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Peering out of a window tinted dark as midnight, a soft frown forming on his lips. If things had been completely different in his life, this university would be the exact type he’d be attending.
Leaning forward to lower the glass, the singer elbowed his nearest companion and murmured quietly - “Nice place. I think I understand how they could afford us now. Just looking at the
Buildings and grounds alone, it screams elite. Your fantasy of being molested by school boys just might come true, Ryu-chan~!”
He reached over to tug on the collar of Ryuichi’s shirt. “Come on. Let’s get moving. You know Ryohei has crazy marketing skills. He could set this up into a peep show, with you as the star no problem if you don’t move it.” Tossing the dancer an impish wink, Keita shifted to get out of the car, the thin disguise of dark glasses and a backward cap already in place.
“You look like a rabid porcupine.” He said in all seriousness to Ryuichi, and reached over to try and tame a particularly wild length of hair that’d been mussed to gravity defying levels as the
younger man had slept the ride away. Being ushered directly to the front entry made Keita falter - weren’t their any students around? Would they be recognized? “Is this alright?”
Something about a mass diversion and the name Atobe was all the explanation he was given by their manager.
Strange. Why did that name sound so familiar?
“Don’t make me have to spank you both, Mkay?” Taking advantage of his longer legs, and thus longer stride, the singer hurried inside, and through the lobby eager to see if the hall itself was as grand as the
Architecture outside. “Wow. It’s not Saitou, but it’s superb for a place owned by some private school.”
...........ehheh. I have no erfing clue what happened there. I haven't the foggiest why my lines were saved and yours weren't. Geebus How disorganized I became back then.
Little did he know what kind of scene was unfolding behind him. Stopping
dead and nearly tripping over a row of seating, Keita snorted on a half laugh.
"Trade you?" Offering his shirt out to Ryuichi with a sweet-as-can-be smile.
Keita blinked, opened his mouth to say something only to promptly shut it again. After all these years, he really should /know/ that to provoke either of these two wasn't wise.
So naturally, irritating them both at the same time could prove fatal. Ah well. Caution to the wind and all that.
Squirming in Ryohei's grasp, Keita squeaked - "You're crushing my spleen~ I need it to sing you know." Ruffling a hand through the elder man's hair, an eyebrow arched at Ryuichi
"Ho? Really. Considering it's the brand you bought me for my birthday last year..." The teasing light in dark eyes fully indicating he sooooo wanted to say more, but embarrassing Ryuichi to death wasn't on his agenda for the day.
...Is it very sad I don't even remember what that's from? Except I think? both of the above are from the same thing. ^^;;
Keita tugged absently on Ryuichi's sleeve, then leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Think we can make it without being spotted?" His eyes flickered down the crowded city walk with more than a little trepidation.
It wasn't unusual for the w-inds. boys to try and go out shopping in disguise, but those short bouts of insanity were usually done solo.
"I do hope you realize, if we get molested, or if any clothing gets ripped on the way to the car, I'm sooo making you pay for it, somehow." Keita paused to grin, just a touch naughtily. "Not necissarily with money, either."
Grinning and waving his arms, Ryuichi bounced on the spot and bumped his shoulder into Keita's ribs. "You're no fun, Kei," He laughed, taking a step or two forward and then turning around to face Keita, triumph evident in his face. "See? No molestation. Let's go, dammit, let's go!"
Adjusting the overly-large pair of shades that balanced precariously on his nose and reaching out to grab Keita's sleeve at the same time, he shot a look at the taller of the two that said very plainly that he didn't need ripped clothing as an excuse to bonk Keita. ".. Let's gooooooo!"
"Maybe not." Keita pulled a face that resembled someone biting into a sour pickle. "but fangirls are swift and vicious creatures. Don't forget that. They can strike anywhere, at any time."
Amazing how he sounded completely serious just then.
Slouching his shoulders, and taking the first few steps on this perilous journey, Keita reached out to tangle his fingers in the hem of Ryuichi's shirt, clinging to it much like a security blanket. "If we get separated. Run. And did you get everything you needed?"
"... Eh," Ryuichi mumbled, distracted by a window display. "Everything I need?" Stopping for a bit so he could walk by Keita's side, Ryuichi raised a brow at the lead singer of their little crack-group. "I have an overly-tall body guard here who refuses to let go of my shirt for fear that I might actually get recognized and groped at, yanno. I'm in good hands." He paused, as if seriously considering Keita's question. "Huh. Should've brought my cap along as well, I guess," He added as an afterthought.
Prying Keita's fingers off his shirt and fleetingly replacing the cotton with a playfully reassuring squeeze of his own hands, they both plunged into the thick of the crowd.
"But I left my stun gun at home." Keita argued weakly, twisting his hand just enough to curl his pinky around Ryuichi's thumb and securing a hold on it.
Distracted by dodging the other pedestrian traffic, Keita hadn't heard what Ryuichi'd said exactly - until he caught their reflections in a window. Cap? "Oh no...Ryu your hair...there's no way you won't be---" Shit. "Come on. In here."
Keita diverted them both through the nearest doorway. Right into a sporting goods store.
Ohhh...Shiny!
"You could distract them with your super-dazzling-sparklsparkle-wink while I escape?" Ryuichi offered, not the least bit worried as he stopped to look at the charm bracelets at a roadside store. He still hadn't let go of Keita's finger yet. "Don't -- Oi! Where are you dragging me off to?!"
Stumbling behind Keita and almost causing the surprised shopkeeper to drop serveral shoeboxes on their heads, Ryuichi had to cling onto Keita lest he fall flat on his face. Righting himself again and picking up his now wonky-looking sunglasses -- Armani his ass. If got bent all out of shape with just a fall? -- with a grimace, he frowned disapprovingly at Keita. "... What was that for?!"
Keita eeped and wound an arm about Ryuichi's shoulders to steady his balance. "Uhm, this?" Fingers automatically tiptoeing from the shorter man's upper arm and into his hair, tucking a tumbled strand behind his ear.
Peering over the frames of blue-lensed glasses, a playful light dancing in his eyes in response to the frowning. Keita couldn't resist that expression and poked both his index fingers into Ryuichi's cheeks. Hee! Fishie face, so cute.
"Your hair. You need to cover it. Or would you rather we have a shirt printed here with 'Hello. I'm Ryuichi Ogata. Come molest my fine ass, girls!'"
Glancing around the shop, something in one corner caught his eye, but honestly...truly, Keita was trying to be good and ignore it. "Just a hat and we'll leave. Promise."
"Meh," He replied. Flopping down on the seats provided for people to try out shoes, Ryuichi crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out at Keita. "Your idea," He explained, tipping his head toward the hats on display. "You go look for one then. And you're paying." Hah. Present from Keita. "... And I don't want a black one. Have two already."
Oh, this could be fun.
"... And I don't want anything that looks remotely like the one I wore for Pop Jam. Nothing sparkly either," He grinned, nibbling on his thumbnail. "Oh! Nothing too gay as well?"
Lips twitching to the side, mouth tangling into a cross between a frown and a pout, Keita's eyebrows lifted. Oh yes, he was pondering, "You're testing me, aren't you? Some sort of revenge for that time I accidentally erased your saves on the memory card?" Was he whining?
No.
"it was an accident. I swear." Now that...that was certainly whining.
And it wasn't working on Ryuichi at all. Boo to immunity.
"No black. No gay. Right." Keita turned and started poking through the display. White. Adidas. Embroidery in navy blue. Looked kind of like what Andy Roddick usually wore during tennis games. "This?"
"... Test?" Ryuichi blinked at Keita, hardly able to disguise the mischief that glowed in his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about, Kei. Aren't we here for a cap so people don't recognize me and start groping?" Ryuichi beamed.
Still perched comfortably upon the cushioned bench-thing, Ryuichi surveyed the cap in Keita's hands and scoffed at it. "That's not my color, by the way. And the cut'll make my head look fat. Really, Kei. What were you thinking? Next~"
TeapotMonster (7:57:04 AM):
"You're evil. You do know that, right?" Sighing as if greatly put upon, Keita thumbed through another neatly lined row of caps. "...nothing to do with the hat making your head look big. It's something called stubborn."
Next offering: grey Nike, dark red swoosh. "And what, exactly, is your color, darlingest dear-heart? Should I be browsing for pink?" Keita's nose wrinkled, just a little, in an effort to keep from giggling. "I think I saw a baby pink cowboy hat in a boutique a few streets back if you're interested."
Stubborn? Fiiiinnne. "Mmhmm. I'm stubborn, alright." Ryuichi made himself comfortable, tucking his legs beneath him and settling into his seat like he was ready to spend the entire afternoon there. Which was probably the case. "Stubborn about you looking for another cap, because this one looks worse." Leaning back onto the backrest and crossing his arms with the air of someone who'd experienced a great triumph, Ryuichi smiled an indulgent smile at Keita. "Grey is so... Boring. Try blue. And I'll let that comment about the cowboy hat pass if you're able to pick out a nice one the next round -- how about that?
"Worse, huh?" Keita stopped browsing through the stock that was obviously beneath the brat's exquisite tastes and smiled a smile that was entirely too bright.
Up to something? Perhaps. "Blue, you say?" Concocting a plan that would make this smooth and easy was closer to the truth.
Sauntering back over to Ryuichi empty handed, Keita leaned down over him until they were nearly nose to nose. "I think I know of the perfect thing. Do you want it?"