2 times MA fanboyed Koichi
Pairing: M.A/Kinki Kids (kind of o__o)
Rating: PG for Kinki Kids being Kinki Kids.
Notes: Written to one of the prompts on the ficathon. I'm posting these in parts because they got a little long and to encourage me to finish and edit \o/ Some notes at the bottom.
Machida’s fingers swept along the faux-mahogany counter up to Koichi’s discarded, half-eaten bowl of noodles.
“Do you think he’s going to finish these?” he asked the room in general.
There were scrabbling sounds and Yara’s head popped up, peering over the sofa.
“I doubt it.”
Koichi and Tsuyoshi had been spirited away for an interview intended for the concert DVD. The ½ bowl of noodles was, quite possibly, all that Koichi had eaten that day. Also, Tsuyoshi was still hyper and mostly naked when the interviewer had arrived. It was, therefore, anyone’s guess how that interview must be going.
“Do you think,” Machida began again, playing innocently with Koichi’s chopsticks, “He’d mind if I finished them on his behalf?”
Yara slid back down the sofa.
“There’s, like, 5 other packs in the mini-bar,” he pointed out, muffled voice coming from the level of the cushions.
Machida’s lips curled into a pout.
“In that case,” he announced, “I’m having the last pork flavour pack.”
Another head poked around the side of the sofa.
“But you had all the other pork flavour,” Akiyama whined, “I was hoping to save that pack for later.”
Machida lifted his chin.
“Akki is already huge so doesn’t need to eat again. And your leader is still hungry,” he countered matter-of-factly.
“My leader has a bottomless pit for a stomach,” Akiyama mumbled, settling back into his seat, not so much put out as impressed by scrawny Machida’s ability to consume in one sitting enough to feed a small village. Definitely a small one. Probably a township too, he decided with a satisfied nod to himself.
Yonehana snickered quietly. Sitting on the floor with his legs crossed at the ankles, he had a good view of everyone.
“I think you should finish Koichi’s noodles,” he commented, overwrought nonchalance in every syllable. “Not like anyone else will. Besides, I bet they taste better. Or something.”
Machida immediately slammed the mini-bar shut and plucked Koichi’s discarded bowl up with both hands.
“Yes,” he replied. “Yes, they do.”
Yonehana and Yara smirked knowingly. Akiyama eyed their leader warily - that was only half a bowl so logically his pork noodles weren’t definitely safe yet. Machida found a seat, snuggling in between bulky Akki and sprawled Yara on the sofa to eat his 3rd bowl of noodles. Koichi’s bowl… That Koichi had touched… With His Hands! Even using these chopsticks - chopsticks that must surely have traces of Koichi’s saliva still on them.
Machida stuffed some food into his mouth, heart racing as he thought about indirect kisses and how he’d have to write about this moment later so that it could be recorded for posterity’s sake.
XXX
Theoretically, they have 5 minutes to during the MC to get changed, grab a drink and be out on stage and be out on stage in time for the gag where Tsuyoshi sings a new song about Koichi’s hair and they join in for the chorus. That’s the theory. In practice, the screen mounted in the corner of their dressing room shows Koichi rambling about how great it is to be here even though he’s missing the Hungarian Grand Prix. So no one in M.A is feeling particularly rushed.
Judging from appearances, this goes doubly for Akiyama. But for the mic strapped to his chest, he’s naked from the waist up. His hands are hovering at his trouser buttons without actually doing them up. All his attention is focused on the screen. Yonehana waves a hand in front of his face.
“Wake up, Akki.”
Akiyama bats his hand away.
“How do they do that?” he asks seriously, finally remembering to button his trousers.
“Do what?” Yara grunts from the floor. He’s gotten most of his costume on and is stretching out in the narrow space between chairs. Bustling crew members hop and stumble over his legs without stopping.
“That, you know?” On screen, Tsuyoshi kneels in front of Koichi and, for reasons that probably make perfect sense to Kinki Kids, starts fiddling with his jeans. The crowd goes wild. Koichi yells at them to be quiet.
“That’s great, that reaction. How do they make 50,000 people do that?”
“10 years experience,” Machida supplies easily. His voice is muffled by the t-shirt he’s pulling over his head.
“They act like idiots on stage,” Yonehana answers, ignoring his leader. As the only one fully dressed, he’s gravitated to the mirror to perfect the arrangement of his spiky hair.
Akiyama’s brow furrows into obscurity for a minute.
“That can’t be it,” he decides at last. (Tsuyoshi demonstrates a “correct” Okinawa Sea Turtle. Koichi smacks his partner’s ass while he’s at it). “Anyone can act like an idiot on stage. That doesn’t mean all those girls will automatically swoon for them.”
“I think,” Yara suggests after a moments thought, “That kissing each other on stage doesn’t hurt matters.” He jumps up from where he was stretching, making 2 technicians carrying armfuls of wiring almost crash into him.
Akiyama perches his hands on his hips.
“I guess,” he allows, dubiously, “But people won’t pay to see just anyone kiss. No one would pay to see us kiss.”
Yone snorts. Yara grins.
“I’ll pay you 10,000 to kiss Maachin.”
Machida shrieks.
For the first time, Akiyama drags his eyes away from the screen.
“Sir, I accept your wager.”
XXX
1. Because of this, wherein Akki and Maachin are giggly and cute and shy in front of the camera for once :D;
2. Some of the Kinki Kids-ness in the second one is kind of pulled out of D2's You concert notes. Kind of.
3. Mirror off shoot gallery. In which... Machida eats. A lot.
4. KinToMa translations. In which Machida is a Koichi fanboy, Yone gets teased about always looking at his reflection and Toma acts like a poor abused kouhai.
Rating: PG for Kinki Kids being Kinki Kids.
Notes: Written to one of the prompts on the ficathon. I'm posting these in parts because they got a little long and to encourage me to finish and edit \o/ Some notes at the bottom.
Machida’s fingers swept along the faux-mahogany counter up to Koichi’s discarded, half-eaten bowl of noodles.
“Do you think he’s going to finish these?” he asked the room in general.
There were scrabbling sounds and Yara’s head popped up, peering over the sofa.
“I doubt it.”
Koichi and Tsuyoshi had been spirited away for an interview intended for the concert DVD. The ½ bowl of noodles was, quite possibly, all that Koichi had eaten that day. Also, Tsuyoshi was still hyper and mostly naked when the interviewer had arrived. It was, therefore, anyone’s guess how that interview must be going.
“Do you think,” Machida began again, playing innocently with Koichi’s chopsticks, “He’d mind if I finished them on his behalf?”
Yara slid back down the sofa.
“There’s, like, 5 other packs in the mini-bar,” he pointed out, muffled voice coming from the level of the cushions.
Machida’s lips curled into a pout.
“In that case,” he announced, “I’m having the last pork flavour pack.”
Another head poked around the side of the sofa.
“But you had all the other pork flavour,” Akiyama whined, “I was hoping to save that pack for later.”
Machida lifted his chin.
“Akki is already huge so doesn’t need to eat again. And your leader is still hungry,” he countered matter-of-factly.
“My leader has a bottomless pit for a stomach,” Akiyama mumbled, settling back into his seat, not so much put out as impressed by scrawny Machida’s ability to consume in one sitting enough to feed a small village. Definitely a small one. Probably a township too, he decided with a satisfied nod to himself.
Yonehana snickered quietly. Sitting on the floor with his legs crossed at the ankles, he had a good view of everyone.
“I think you should finish Koichi’s noodles,” he commented, overwrought nonchalance in every syllable. “Not like anyone else will. Besides, I bet they taste better. Or something.”
Machida immediately slammed the mini-bar shut and plucked Koichi’s discarded bowl up with both hands.
“Yes,” he replied. “Yes, they do.”
Yonehana and Yara smirked knowingly. Akiyama eyed their leader warily - that was only half a bowl so logically his pork noodles weren’t definitely safe yet. Machida found a seat, snuggling in between bulky Akki and sprawled Yara on the sofa to eat his 3rd bowl of noodles. Koichi’s bowl… That Koichi had touched… With His Hands! Even using these chopsticks - chopsticks that must surely have traces of Koichi’s saliva still on them.
Machida stuffed some food into his mouth, heart racing as he thought about indirect kisses and how he’d have to write about this moment later so that it could be recorded for posterity’s sake.
XXX
Theoretically, they have 5 minutes to during the MC to get changed, grab a drink and be out on stage and be out on stage in time for the gag where Tsuyoshi sings a new song about Koichi’s hair and they join in for the chorus. That’s the theory. In practice, the screen mounted in the corner of their dressing room shows Koichi rambling about how great it is to be here even though he’s missing the Hungarian Grand Prix. So no one in M.A is feeling particularly rushed.
Judging from appearances, this goes doubly for Akiyama. But for the mic strapped to his chest, he’s naked from the waist up. His hands are hovering at his trouser buttons without actually doing them up. All his attention is focused on the screen. Yonehana waves a hand in front of his face.
“Wake up, Akki.”
Akiyama bats his hand away.
“How do they do that?” he asks seriously, finally remembering to button his trousers.
“Do what?” Yara grunts from the floor. He’s gotten most of his costume on and is stretching out in the narrow space between chairs. Bustling crew members hop and stumble over his legs without stopping.
“That, you know?” On screen, Tsuyoshi kneels in front of Koichi and, for reasons that probably make perfect sense to Kinki Kids, starts fiddling with his jeans. The crowd goes wild. Koichi yells at them to be quiet.
“That’s great, that reaction. How do they make 50,000 people do that?”
“10 years experience,” Machida supplies easily. His voice is muffled by the t-shirt he’s pulling over his head.
“They act like idiots on stage,” Yonehana answers, ignoring his leader. As the only one fully dressed, he’s gravitated to the mirror to perfect the arrangement of his spiky hair.
Akiyama’s brow furrows into obscurity for a minute.
“That can’t be it,” he decides at last. (Tsuyoshi demonstrates a “correct” Okinawa Sea Turtle. Koichi smacks his partner’s ass while he’s at it). “Anyone can act like an idiot on stage. That doesn’t mean all those girls will automatically swoon for them.”
“I think,” Yara suggests after a moments thought, “That kissing each other on stage doesn’t hurt matters.” He jumps up from where he was stretching, making 2 technicians carrying armfuls of wiring almost crash into him.
Akiyama perches his hands on his hips.
“I guess,” he allows, dubiously, “But people won’t pay to see just anyone kiss. No one would pay to see us kiss.”
Yone snorts. Yara grins.
“I’ll pay you 10,000 to kiss Maachin.”
Machida shrieks.
For the first time, Akiyama drags his eyes away from the screen.
“Sir, I accept your wager.”
XXX
1. Because of this, wherein Akki and Maachin are giggly and cute and shy in front of the camera for once :D;
2. Some of the Kinki Kids-ness in the second one is kind of pulled out of D2's You concert notes. Kind of.
3. Mirror off shoot gallery. In which... Machida eats. A lot.
4. KinToMa translations. In which Machida is a Koichi fanboy, Yone gets teased about always looking at his reflection and Toma acts like a poor abused kouhai.