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Gift Fic for sunscribble
From tottchupi
Title: The Height Issue
Pairings/Characters: Kisumai, gen
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
Summary: Kitayama is taller in Misaki No.1. Or is he?
Notes: My friend and I noticed a drastic difference in Kitayama’s height between Misaki No.1 and other appearances on TV. The obvious answer? Shoelifts :D
“Is it me... or does Kitayama look really tall like that? As in, way taller than A.B.C.-Z tall?” Nikaido asked, turning to look at Senga. Like good kouhai, they were watching Misaki No.1 on Fujigaya’s instructions. Nikaido had wanted to refuse point blank, but Senga had agreed to make it into a regular sleepover event, so how could he say no? At least they weren’t required to have anyone else with them.
Senga tilted his head one way, then the other, eyes never leaving the screen. He didn’t answer right away and Nikaido had just about decided to sleep his way through the rest of the episode when Senga finally jolted, sitting up and snapping his fingers.
“He does! But I bet it’s... it’s that... what was it? Perspective! Yeah! Secretly, he’s standing closer. No, further. No... one of those. Right? And then, it makes you look taller.”
“...no, he’s taller,” Nikaido insisted. He had been asking just a few minutes ago but now he was positive, looking at the screen to confirm it. “Look he’s not even shorter than Taipi’s nose there. And they’re definitely standing next to each other. You can see that.”
“I don’t think so, Nika. It’s impossible for him to have grown and Taipi’s like a lot taller so I really think it’s the perspective thing.” Senga folded his arms over his chest, clearly determined not to lose the argument. It had been such a minor question that Nikaido wasn’t sure how it had developed into this.
He shook his head. “No, Ken-chan, it’s definitely not about perspective. I’ll prove it to you!”
“Challenge accepted.”
--
The problem with challenging Senga on a matter like this was that Nikaido had no way to prove it. Kitayama and Fujigaya weren’t around very much since they were busy filming and even when they made it to practice, it was often only Yokoo left behind to make sure that the duo caught up on the dances that they were learning or rehearsing. Furthermore, Senga was an expert at getting in Nikaido’s way. He’d had several years of practice by now.
In fact, it was as if Senga had some kind of radar and was able to detect when Kitayama would be around. Without a doubt, anytime Kitayama happened to be in the building when Nikaido was still there, Senga would distract him with something or the other.
Nikaido had tried everything to avoid Senga’s traps too. He had tried to foist him off on Miyata and Tamamori but they had returned him as quickly as they received him. Nikaido didn’t understand why, but it was possible that Senga had something on them. Senga seemed to hold an awful lot over people’s heads now that Nikaido was seeing him from a target’s point of view.
“No wonder Yamamoto’s so mean to you,” Nikaido grumbled.
Senga blinked at him. “Huh?”
“Nothing! I’m thinking about my next move.” Nikaido looked away and lifted his mug to his lips, only to burn himself.
They were kicked out of the coffee shop five minutes later, when Nikaido couldn’t stop the stream of profanities flowing out of his mouth. For the rest of the afternoon, Senga would pout whenever their gazes met, and the small tugs of guilt Nikaido felt only reminded him that Senga was The Enemy.
--
Almost three weeks passed before Nikaido finally saw Kitayama. Unfortunately, Kitayama was exactly the height he had always been.
“You’re short.”
“What did you just say?!” Kitayama asked, looking annoyed as he always did when someone tried to joke about his height. His expression changed to one of confusion a moment later, as Nikaido retracted his statement.
“Nothing.”
“...are you feeling okay?” Kitayama frowned, feeling Nikaido’s forehead for some sign of a fever.
“I’m fine! Geez, you’re like an old man.” Nikaido made his escape before Kitayama could show offence again, brain whirring. He had been so sure that Kitayama was taller, yet everything seemed to tell him that he was very wrong. So he hunted Fujigaya down. Maybe Kitayama wasn’t taller. Maybe Fujigaya was shorter. Maybe, just maybe, Fujigaya had shrunk. It was a lot to hope, but Nikaido figured it wasn’t outside of the realm of possibility.
Senga giggled as Nikaido rushed past him, looking as though he knew something that Nikaido didn’t. This only spurred Nikaido to check more quickly, coming to believe that Fujigaya did indeed shrink.
At least, until he found Fujigaya in A.B.C.-Z’s dressing room, standing side by side with Kawai. The height difference was obvious as ever.
“It doesn’t make sense...”
Fujigaya smiled, head tipped to the side in curiosity when he noticed Nikaido staring at them. “What doesn’t make sense, Nika?”
“You’re not short!”
“Hey, who’s short?!” Kawai blurted, interrupting before Fujigaya could reply, though Fujigaya probably wouldn’t have been able to reply anyway. He was too busy doubling over and clutching his stomach, laughing hard enough that his cheeks were turning red from the efforts to breathe.
Nikaido scowled. “You are! But it doesn’t make sense, okay?! Kitayama looks taller on the TV!”
Kawai’s annoyance melted into amusement. “Oh, really? And next you’ll be telling me that Hasshi’s shorter than Gocchi!”
Nikaido turned away, watching Fujigaya continue to laugh, almost falling onto the ground from how much the laughter was causing him to exert himself. There was no way that Fujigaya could have missed the change in Kitayama’s height, since they were spending almost every day together. This would require expert skills in spying. He knew exactly who he could ask.
--
As it turned out, Tamamori was less than helpful. Tamamori also came with one free Miyata, whether said Miyata was wanted or not. Nikaido wasn’t pleased with this development. He was sure, deep down, that Miyata was laughing on the inside. After all, it wasn’t every day that he got to see Nikaido try to play detective and it was probably one of the more humourous highlights of the day. Nikaido really didn’t understand why Tamamori had insisted on letting Miyata come with them, since this was a Super Secret Meeting. Furthermore, he didn’t understand why Tamamori was completely unsympathetic to his plight.
“Everyone has to learn how to deal with Senga’s challenges,” Tamamori said, shrugging. “Yamamoto and I dealt with it during high school. I’m sure that you must be a worth opponent.”
“I don’t want to be a worthy opponent. I want to win, so I need you to help me. You need to learn Kitayama’s secret, from Taipi.”
Tamamori turned away, whispering to Miyata, and Nikaido fell into a sulking mood. Clearly, those two would be of no help. Fujigaya would never tell him, and he knew Senga would do everything in his power to prevent him from finding out from Kitayama himself. There was only one person that Nikaido could turn to at a time like this.
--
Yokoo was a last resort, but Nikaido wondered why he hadn’t thought of him before. Yokoo was the perfect person to ask, since he was close to both Fujigaya and Kitayama.
“Tell me why Kitayama’s been looking so tall,” Nikaido ordered, seating himself on the couch of their dressing room. “Because I figure you gotta know.”
“This is why you’ve been acting weirdly?” Yokoo asked, looking almost like he couldn’t believe it. He didn’t wait for an answer, however, going straight to Kitayama’s bag and rummaging around in it.
A few minutes worth of searching yielded two very small strangely-shaped cushions, Yokoo holding one in each hand. Nikaido looked between them, eyes travelling from one to the other. He wasn’t sure what they were but Yokoo’s amusement seemed to tip him off to the fact that this should be something that he found funny as well, and found himself grinning for no reason.
The real laughter, however, started with Fujigaya, who walked into the room with Kitayama while Nikaido and Yokoo were observing the cushion-things. It was loud, sudden and jerked Nikaido back to reality. Just in time for Kitayama to explode in a fit of rage, chasing Yokoo around the changing room in an attempt to get the two mysterious cushions back.
“Ne, Taipi... what are those?” Nikaido asked, struggling against his own fits of laughter.
Fujigaya let himself fall onto the couch, his weight pressing into Nikaido as he cackled. “SHOE LIFTS!”
--
“I told you he was taller,” Nikaido said smugly, waving the lifts in Senga’s face. “He was wearing these.”
“...that’s cheating,” Senga whined.
Nikaido smiled smugly, leading Senga off to McDonald’s. After all, he had won, so Senga got to treat tonight.
From tottchupi
Title: The Height Issue
Pairings/Characters: Kisumai, gen
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
Summary: Kitayama is taller in Misaki No.1. Or is he?
Notes: My friend and I noticed a drastic difference in Kitayama’s height between Misaki No.1 and other appearances on TV. The obvious answer? Shoelifts :D
“Is it me... or does Kitayama look really tall like that? As in, way taller than A.B.C.-Z tall?” Nikaido asked, turning to look at Senga. Like good kouhai, they were watching Misaki No.1 on Fujigaya’s instructions. Nikaido had wanted to refuse point blank, but Senga had agreed to make it into a regular sleepover event, so how could he say no? At least they weren’t required to have anyone else with them.
Senga tilted his head one way, then the other, eyes never leaving the screen. He didn’t answer right away and Nikaido had just about decided to sleep his way through the rest of the episode when Senga finally jolted, sitting up and snapping his fingers.
“He does! But I bet it’s... it’s that... what was it? Perspective! Yeah! Secretly, he’s standing closer. No, further. No... one of those. Right? And then, it makes you look taller.”
“...no, he’s taller,” Nikaido insisted. He had been asking just a few minutes ago but now he was positive, looking at the screen to confirm it. “Look he’s not even shorter than Taipi’s nose there. And they’re definitely standing next to each other. You can see that.”
“I don’t think so, Nika. It’s impossible for him to have grown and Taipi’s like a lot taller so I really think it’s the perspective thing.” Senga folded his arms over his chest, clearly determined not to lose the argument. It had been such a minor question that Nikaido wasn’t sure how it had developed into this.
He shook his head. “No, Ken-chan, it’s definitely not about perspective. I’ll prove it to you!”
“Challenge accepted.”
--
The problem with challenging Senga on a matter like this was that Nikaido had no way to prove it. Kitayama and Fujigaya weren’t around very much since they were busy filming and even when they made it to practice, it was often only Yokoo left behind to make sure that the duo caught up on the dances that they were learning or rehearsing. Furthermore, Senga was an expert at getting in Nikaido’s way. He’d had several years of practice by now.
In fact, it was as if Senga had some kind of radar and was able to detect when Kitayama would be around. Without a doubt, anytime Kitayama happened to be in the building when Nikaido was still there, Senga would distract him with something or the other.
Nikaido had tried everything to avoid Senga’s traps too. He had tried to foist him off on Miyata and Tamamori but they had returned him as quickly as they received him. Nikaido didn’t understand why, but it was possible that Senga had something on them. Senga seemed to hold an awful lot over people’s heads now that Nikaido was seeing him from a target’s point of view.
“No wonder Yamamoto’s so mean to you,” Nikaido grumbled.
Senga blinked at him. “Huh?”
“Nothing! I’m thinking about my next move.” Nikaido looked away and lifted his mug to his lips, only to burn himself.
They were kicked out of the coffee shop five minutes later, when Nikaido couldn’t stop the stream of profanities flowing out of his mouth. For the rest of the afternoon, Senga would pout whenever their gazes met, and the small tugs of guilt Nikaido felt only reminded him that Senga was The Enemy.
--
Almost three weeks passed before Nikaido finally saw Kitayama. Unfortunately, Kitayama was exactly the height he had always been.
“You’re short.”
“What did you just say?!” Kitayama asked, looking annoyed as he always did when someone tried to joke about his height. His expression changed to one of confusion a moment later, as Nikaido retracted his statement.
“Nothing.”
“...are you feeling okay?” Kitayama frowned, feeling Nikaido’s forehead for some sign of a fever.
“I’m fine! Geez, you’re like an old man.” Nikaido made his escape before Kitayama could show offence again, brain whirring. He had been so sure that Kitayama was taller, yet everything seemed to tell him that he was very wrong. So he hunted Fujigaya down. Maybe Kitayama wasn’t taller. Maybe Fujigaya was shorter. Maybe, just maybe, Fujigaya had shrunk. It was a lot to hope, but Nikaido figured it wasn’t outside of the realm of possibility.
Senga giggled as Nikaido rushed past him, looking as though he knew something that Nikaido didn’t. This only spurred Nikaido to check more quickly, coming to believe that Fujigaya did indeed shrink.
At least, until he found Fujigaya in A.B.C.-Z’s dressing room, standing side by side with Kawai. The height difference was obvious as ever.
“It doesn’t make sense...”
Fujigaya smiled, head tipped to the side in curiosity when he noticed Nikaido staring at them. “What doesn’t make sense, Nika?”
“You’re not short!”
“Hey, who’s short?!” Kawai blurted, interrupting before Fujigaya could reply, though Fujigaya probably wouldn’t have been able to reply anyway. He was too busy doubling over and clutching his stomach, laughing hard enough that his cheeks were turning red from the efforts to breathe.
Nikaido scowled. “You are! But it doesn’t make sense, okay?! Kitayama looks taller on the TV!”
Kawai’s annoyance melted into amusement. “Oh, really? And next you’ll be telling me that Hasshi’s shorter than Gocchi!”
Nikaido turned away, watching Fujigaya continue to laugh, almost falling onto the ground from how much the laughter was causing him to exert himself. There was no way that Fujigaya could have missed the change in Kitayama’s height, since they were spending almost every day together. This would require expert skills in spying. He knew exactly who he could ask.
--
As it turned out, Tamamori was less than helpful. Tamamori also came with one free Miyata, whether said Miyata was wanted or not. Nikaido wasn’t pleased with this development. He was sure, deep down, that Miyata was laughing on the inside. After all, it wasn’t every day that he got to see Nikaido try to play detective and it was probably one of the more humourous highlights of the day. Nikaido really didn’t understand why Tamamori had insisted on letting Miyata come with them, since this was a Super Secret Meeting. Furthermore, he didn’t understand why Tamamori was completely unsympathetic to his plight.
“Everyone has to learn how to deal with Senga’s challenges,” Tamamori said, shrugging. “Yamamoto and I dealt with it during high school. I’m sure that you must be a worth opponent.”
“I don’t want to be a worthy opponent. I want to win, so I need you to help me. You need to learn Kitayama’s secret, from Taipi.”
Tamamori turned away, whispering to Miyata, and Nikaido fell into a sulking mood. Clearly, those two would be of no help. Fujigaya would never tell him, and he knew Senga would do everything in his power to prevent him from finding out from Kitayama himself. There was only one person that Nikaido could turn to at a time like this.
--
Yokoo was a last resort, but Nikaido wondered why he hadn’t thought of him before. Yokoo was the perfect person to ask, since he was close to both Fujigaya and Kitayama.
“Tell me why Kitayama’s been looking so tall,” Nikaido ordered, seating himself on the couch of their dressing room. “Because I figure you gotta know.”
“This is why you’ve been acting weirdly?” Yokoo asked, looking almost like he couldn’t believe it. He didn’t wait for an answer, however, going straight to Kitayama’s bag and rummaging around in it.
A few minutes worth of searching yielded two very small strangely-shaped cushions, Yokoo holding one in each hand. Nikaido looked between them, eyes travelling from one to the other. He wasn’t sure what they were but Yokoo’s amusement seemed to tip him off to the fact that this should be something that he found funny as well, and found himself grinning for no reason.
The real laughter, however, started with Fujigaya, who walked into the room with Kitayama while Nikaido and Yokoo were observing the cushion-things. It was loud, sudden and jerked Nikaido back to reality. Just in time for Kitayama to explode in a fit of rage, chasing Yokoo around the changing room in an attempt to get the two mysterious cushions back.
“Ne, Taipi... what are those?” Nikaido asked, struggling against his own fits of laughter.
Fujigaya let himself fall onto the couch, his weight pressing into Nikaido as he cackled. “SHOE LIFTS!”
--
“I told you he was taller,” Nikaido said smugly, waving the lifts in Senga’s face. “He was wearing these.”
“...that’s cheating,” Senga whined.
Nikaido smiled smugly, leading Senga off to McDonald’s. After all, he had won, so Senga got to treat tonight.