eternity » auctioning
count: no idea whatsoever.
notes: OSAKE. yayy.
Gumi arrived to breakfast looking very pleased with herself. With a smug smile, directed mostly at Shuichi, she poured herself a generous cup of coffee. Absently humming to herself as she ate her toast, she pretended not to notice OSAKE's very curious stares. Except Hito, who ate his goldfish crackers like always and stared blankly at the wall, occasionally drumming something out with his fingers. Shin noted that Hito had very long fingers, like the guy from Harry Potter--Vold-something? Mold-something? Whatever it was, it had long fingers.
"What's up, Megumi?" Shin then ventured to ask, sensing that it was not like Gumi to be so happy, unless she had a) gotten drunk or b) suddenly acquired a boyfriend. Only the former had happened before.
"Oh, nothing," she replied cheerfully, shooting a discretly nasty glance at Shuichi, who blinked, blushed uncomfortably, and excused himself. The moment he disappeared back to his own room, Gumi leaned in and told Shin and Icarus and Hito, in a pleased whisper, "I'm auctioning off his pants at our next concert. We need money."
"Why not my pants? I'm tired of them," Shin began, but Icarus cut in with an aggressive growl--
"ARE YOU MAD, MEGUMI?"
"No, I'm not," she replied angrily.
"YOU DO THE MOST STUPID THINGS AS MANAGER!" he snapped, "AUC--"
"Shush!" Shin said quickly, "We can't let Shu-chan find out!"
- - -
"Gumi, how'd you get your hands on Shu-chan's pants anyways?" Shin asked the next afternoon, as they were backstage. "Ever since the last scandal he's been getting very, very possessive, you know, he labels all of his underwear now."
"I know," she replied, "I went through those too, but decided they were too icky."
"You went through his underwear," Icarus said murderously. He wondered if Yume did that to him, then decided Yume was too sane for that kind of thing.
"I wore gloves," she said pleasantly. "Now, then...lemme hear your line again, Icarus. And Shuichi--"
The bassist looked nervously in her direction.
"Remember that section we changed? It's a-D-a, not G-D-a, okay?"
- - -
"20 THOUSAND!"
"21 THOUSAND!"
"30 THOUSAND!"
"They're just pants," Icarus muttered. Shuichi was looking from Shin to the audience, and then vowing to kill Megumi the second they went offstage. Shin stepped up to the microphone amidst more yelling. One girl screamed out,
"WILL SHIN-SAMA SELL HIS PANTS TOO?"
"No," Shin smiled, "I'm placing a price limit--we're not accepting anything under 10 thousand yen."
Immediate shrieks of TEN THOUSAND! filled the echoing stadium.
- - -
"Twenty-thousand," Shin said cheerfully. Gumi looked mildly surprised.
"How'd you get that much?"
"I cut it in half."
"..."
"MEGUMI," Shuichi suddenly spoke up. Everyone started. "We need to talk."
"Do we?" Gumi asked, "You can say it right here, you know."
"Why...why did you auction off my pants?"
"Well, you told me that night that you didn't need them, so I assumed."
"He told you that?" Shin asked, eyes wide.
"Oh, yeah."
"You said you didn't need your shirt, either, but you wore it again anyways!" Shuichi snapped, red in the face.
"I liked the color!"
- - -
"You think they're together?" Shin asked, as the three were hiding in the closet, eavesdropping on Gumi and Shu doing whatever they were doing in Shuichi's bedroom.
"Hmm..."
There was a dull thud. The three of them rushed out of the closet, only to burst into Shu's bedroom and find him cowering on the floor. Gumi was there, too, screaming. "OLD! TOO RIPPED! UGLY! WHAT KIND OF CLOTHES DO YOU WEAR, BAKA? THROW THEM AWAY!"
A pause.
A collective "ohhh..." filled the room.
notes: OSAKE. yayy.
Gumi arrived to breakfast looking very pleased with herself. With a smug smile, directed mostly at Shuichi, she poured herself a generous cup of coffee. Absently humming to herself as she ate her toast, she pretended not to notice OSAKE's very curious stares. Except Hito, who ate his goldfish crackers like always and stared blankly at the wall, occasionally drumming something out with his fingers. Shin noted that Hito had very long fingers, like the guy from Harry Potter--Vold-something? Mold-something? Whatever it was, it had long fingers.
"What's up, Megumi?" Shin then ventured to ask, sensing that it was not like Gumi to be so happy, unless she had a) gotten drunk or b) suddenly acquired a boyfriend. Only the former had happened before.
"Oh, nothing," she replied cheerfully, shooting a discretly nasty glance at Shuichi, who blinked, blushed uncomfortably, and excused himself. The moment he disappeared back to his own room, Gumi leaned in and told Shin and Icarus and Hito, in a pleased whisper, "I'm auctioning off his pants at our next concert. We need money."
"Why not my pants? I'm tired of them," Shin began, but Icarus cut in with an aggressive growl--
"ARE YOU MAD, MEGUMI?"
"No, I'm not," she replied angrily.
"YOU DO THE MOST STUPID THINGS AS MANAGER!" he snapped, "AUC--"
"Shush!" Shin said quickly, "We can't let Shu-chan find out!"
- - -
"Gumi, how'd you get your hands on Shu-chan's pants anyways?" Shin asked the next afternoon, as they were backstage. "Ever since the last scandal he's been getting very, very possessive, you know, he labels all of his underwear now."
"I know," she replied, "I went through those too, but decided they were too icky."
"You went through his underwear," Icarus said murderously. He wondered if Yume did that to him, then decided Yume was too sane for that kind of thing.
"I wore gloves," she said pleasantly. "Now, then...lemme hear your line again, Icarus. And Shuichi--"
The bassist looked nervously in her direction.
"Remember that section we changed? It's a-D-a, not G-D-a, okay?"
- - -
"20 THOUSAND!"
"21 THOUSAND!"
"30 THOUSAND!"
"They're just pants," Icarus muttered. Shuichi was looking from Shin to the audience, and then vowing to kill Megumi the second they went offstage. Shin stepped up to the microphone amidst more yelling. One girl screamed out,
"WILL SHIN-SAMA SELL HIS PANTS TOO?"
"No," Shin smiled, "I'm placing a price limit--we're not accepting anything under 10 thousand yen."
Immediate shrieks of TEN THOUSAND! filled the echoing stadium.
- - -
"Twenty-thousand," Shin said cheerfully. Gumi looked mildly surprised.
"How'd you get that much?"
"I cut it in half."
"..."
"MEGUMI," Shuichi suddenly spoke up. Everyone started. "We need to talk."
"Do we?" Gumi asked, "You can say it right here, you know."
"Why...why did you auction off my pants?"
"Well, you told me that night that you didn't need them, so I assumed."
"He told you that?" Shin asked, eyes wide.
"Oh, yeah."
"You said you didn't need your shirt, either, but you wore it again anyways!" Shuichi snapped, red in the face.
"I liked the color!"
- - -
"You think they're together?" Shin asked, as the three were hiding in the closet, eavesdropping on Gumi and Shu doing whatever they were doing in Shuichi's bedroom.
"Hmm..."
There was a dull thud. The three of them rushed out of the closet, only to burst into Shu's bedroom and find him cowering on the floor. Gumi was there, too, screaming. "OLD! TOO RIPPED! UGLY! WHAT KIND OF CLOTHES DO YOU WEAR, BAKA? THROW THEM AWAY!"
A pause.
A collective "ohhh..." filled the room.