Feelin' so fry like a G6
Title: Feelin' so fry like a G6
Chapter: 1/1
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Humour, Crack
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own this page of lies.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ruki x Kai?
Synopsis: Like a G6, Whip My Hair, Rocketeer, bad English. You get the drift.
Comments: Comments make me happy, like little bits of candy :3
“I’m feelin' so fry like a G6!”
Kai’s drumstick broke. Reita dropped his game console. Aoi’s G-string snapped. Uruha stabbed his eye in the midst of pinning his fringe. Simultaneously, all their multi-coloured heads veered to the closed door, where the source of the all-too-familiar voice echoed through.
Their vocalist sauntered through the vertical framed entrance, casting them a look of surprise as he did so. “What? Don’t you all know that song?”
The eldest and calmest in the band was the first to speak. “Sure we do Ruki, but it doesn’t seem to sound like what it’s supposed to.” Ruki’s jaw dropped, and his fingertips flew to his agape mouth, visibly appalled. “What are you talking about Aoi! I’ve listened to it tonnes of times! Here, listen carefully. I’ll sing it again!” retorted outraged Ruki.
“I’m feelin' so fry-“
A snort. A gasp. A snicker, followed by peals of laughter and 3 grown men rolling around on the carpeted floor. Ruki halted and narrowed his eyes at the only guitarist on the couch who spoke up earlier on, daring him to follow the steps of their band mates. Aoi gently set down his acoustic on the coffee table, took in a deep breath, and his face crumpled. Tears leaked from the ends of his eyes and he too, melted onto the ground and guffawed.
“Urgh! What’s up with all of you idiots! You guys have the audacity to mock my Engrish!? I was the one who wrote Silly God Disco mind you!” Furious Ruki huffed, crossing his arms and stomped his foot. A soft jingle following in its wake all due to the numerous silver chains adorned with rustic skulls around his 100% genuine cow leather boots.
If Ruki thought that helped eased the queer atmosphere in the studio, it ostensibly didn’t. Even after the jingles located not too far beneath his nether regions died down, and even after uncrossing his arms and letting them fall limp to his sides, and even after jutting out his lower lip in his signature pout, the 4 human beings whom he used to regard as friends remained status quo on the floor. Livid Ruki curled up his fingers and balled up his fists which resembled warped rice balls and stalked out of the madhouse which used to be a studio creating wonderful music barely 5 minutes ago.
3 days later...
“I rip my hair back and forth! I rip my hair back and forth!”
Reita’s noseband withered and flaked off his face, exposing the permanent huge hairy zit on his nose. Aoi’s pink hair turned grey and his hairline receded. Uruha’s thighs vibrated, causing him to look down and see moon craters on his skin, he tilted his head and scratched his chin, wondering if those were the legendary cellulites he long heard of before and long yearned to have.
Ecstatic Ruki rocketed from the stool to front of the late drummer who was whipping his ponytail front and back. His eyes gleamed with joy and welled up with tears of glory as he grabbed hold of the pair of calloused hands and headbanged to Kai’s rapid monotone series of Engrish words.
Reita and Aoi proceeded to lay motionless on the couch, while Uruha sniffled uncontrollably as his tears of joy fell accurately and intentionally onto the little puckered holes on his thighs.
Behind the door of studio-morphed-madhouse-version-2, Sakai stopped in his tracks and leaned nearer to the noise which was a by-product of the chaos in the room. Grinning, he continued walking and bobbed his head as he sang.
“Baby, we can stay fry like a G6
Shop the streets of Tokyo, get you fry kicks”
A/N: As you all would have figured, those in italics means it's sung in English, the rest in Japanese. I adore Rockteer, but the other 2, especially Whip My Hair is just downright annoying.