{fic} Oneshot : 5 Times Yabu got mad at JUMP and Hikaru came to the rescue. ALMOST.
Title: 5 Times Yabu Got Angry at JUMP and Hikaru Came to the Rescue. ALMOST.
Author: kynseidk
Word Count: 4595
Character(s): Yabu Kota, Yaotome Hikaru, HSJ and Ya-Ya-yah.
Pairing(s): YamAbu, HikAiyo, and others that I'm not sure about so you decide.
Rating: NC-17 (for innuendo and swearing)
Genre: crack? AU.
Beta by: kynseidk
Disclaimer: plot is mine, all others belong to their respective-owners.
Summary: 5 instances where the ever-kind and sweet Yabu Kota gets mad, and how bestfriend Yaotome Hikaru is always by his side. Almost. Written because of my love for Ya-Ya-yah; also for the HSJ-thon.
Warning: Biased, in the 4>10 way (refer to this if you've no idea what 4>10 is)
Author's Note: self-beta'ed. Tenses all over the place. First fic/drabble that is not OTP and/or KazuJin on YamAbu/HikAiyo, bear with me.
Comments are very much appreciated.
5 Times Yabu got mad at JUMP and Hikaru came to the rescue. ALMOST.
01. When HSJ is formed.
“NO.” is the immediate word that comes out of Kota's mouth, eyes narrowed and staring straight at Hikaru after the younger one breaks the news to him.
~0~
The vase Hikaru and Kota were messing with crashes to the floor as Johnny-san's words reach their ears.
“This unit will be permanent.”
There is a cheer amongst the kids in the front-four to be exact. However, one of them isn't as pleased as the rest.
“Ano, Johnny-san, what about our groups? Most J.J. Express members are here, and wouldn't it be rude to Ya-Ya-yah-san if you mixed our members with them?” Yuuto speaks out, yelping immediately as Ryosuke elbows him in the rib, the older boy glaring at him as well. Yuuri is on Ryosuke's other side, quiet and as if wanting to hide behind the older boy.
Johnny-san raises an eyebrow. “Are you refusing the chance to debut? And weren't you and Morimoto placed into another unit sometime ago?” His voice is unusually calm about the matter, seeing as Kota is already silent and fuming, holding onto Hikaru's hand with such force that Yuuya-watching from the corner of his eye-thinks Hikaru's circulation might be cut off any given moment.
“But-” Kei butts in the conversation, wanting to defend Yuuto from being scolded, “I think-that breaking up our current units to form a new one isn't such a good idea.” He looks at Daiki and Yuuya for some form of assurance, but Daiki's much more interested in the hem of his costume, and Yuuya-is dazed at the sight of Kota and Hikaru holding hands.
“Look,” Johnny-san starts, impatient and obviously annoyed at the boys' blatant disrespect of his decisions. “I know what I'm doing, that is why I AM BOSS AND YOU ARE NOT. We are disban-”
“WHY.” Kota's voice is hard, his aura very dark, and Hikaru's hand very pale. The younger, though, looks unsettled, and somewhat guilty. “Tell me why we're disbanding. Is it just like Toma-senpai and Yamashita-senpai, then?”
There is the slightest glint of something in Johnny-san's eyes; it makes Kei flinch and Hikaru squirm in panic. “Not at all, Yabu-kun.” He turns to the younger Ya-Ya-yah member, a predatory smile on his lips. Hikaru impossibly tightens his hold on Kota's hand. “Yaotome-kun, how about we tell Yabu-kun our little secret now, hmm?”
“Secret?” Kota blurts out before he can stop himself. He chances a glance at his best friend, who cannot meet his eyes. “Hika, do you know something?” At the younger's silence, Kota's eyes narrow.
Kei breathes deeply; tries again. “Yabu-kun, I think we should all just think it-”
“Shut up.” Kota cuts him off, the same kind persona fading and hurriedly being replaced by someone unfamiliar to them; Yabu-senpai has never truly gotten angry. “You don't have a say in this.” For some reason the kids at the front haven't stopped talking yet, and every sound is painful to the eldest's ear. “God, put a sock in it already you brats! I hate all of you so much!” He storms out of the room, dragging Hikaru inside the nearest empty room for a bone-crushing hug, demanding an overdue explanation after.
~0~
Hikaru looks down. “Yabu,” he starts, weighing his words; Kota is a very gentle person, and he does not want to further anger his best friend, as he is angry himself. “I didn't know, okay? They said it wouldn't have been permanent if Taiyou-”
The grip Kota has on his left arm makes him look up, seeing the older's eyes almost shooting out laser beams. At him. He gulps.
“You,” and from the way Kota is breathing Hikaru isn't so confident about his best friend not catching an asthma attack or something. “You will go to school tomorrow and talk to Taiyou. YOU will convince him to attend taping and not quit. I WILL NOT HAVE THIS GROUP PERMANENT, DO YOU HEAR ME?!”
Biting a wince, Hikaru stiffly nods, releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding when Shoon suddenly yanks Kota's hands away from his arms, which he's sure will have bruises tomorrow. He makes a note to ask Kazu-nii for an extra ice pack.
Kota swiftly turns his head to look at Shoon, eyes properly widening in surprise at the eldest's calm demeanor. He's not so sure Shoon has heard yet, but he doesn't want him to-
“Don't be mad at Hikaru. It's not his fault.” The two boys both swear there was an inaudible sigh in Shoon's voice, something that resembles sadness. “Just,” Shoon pauses, absently scratches the back of his neck with the hand that is not holding Kota's arm, “just give Taiyou some time, alright? He's smart, he knows what's best for him.”
While Hikaru watches-and mentally debates on whether to sneak away- Kota gapes for about five seconds. “Y-y-yo-you-” he splutters the syllables, not knowing how Shoon can be calm about this. Johnny-san is breaking up their unit, for Christ's sake! “How can you be so uncaring! They are debuting me and Hikaru, why are you not angry?!”
“Because you and Hikaru deserve to debut.” Shoon says as if it's the most logical thing in the world, doe eyes annoying Kota more.
“Shoon,” Hikaru's voice is dangerously pissed off, especially at the thought of debuting without the other half of his unit. They have always worked hard to reach their popularity, especially ever since it became the four of them. “That's not true, you know you and Taiyou deserve to debut just as much as me and Yabu.”
But then Shoon looks at the youngest, eyes with wisdom and understanding and something else-something like pride for him and Kota. “But Taiyou-did you ever think maybe he wants his normal life more than he wants the fame? Think of all his achievements at school; he's smart, responsible, and he wants something that is not fame or public recognition as a fourth member of a group. Aren't you a bit happy for him because he's risked leaving us to pursue a journey to better himself?”
And just like Hikaru, Kota sees it, sees the fire of passion burning in Shoon's eyes, the recognition and support he has for Taiyou, for their bright sun wanting to warm more than just a few thousand hearts with his singing and smiles and crazy antics. Their youngest is so much more than a pretty face, so much more than just simple shyness and innocence; Taiyou is more powerful, more influential, and will probably be taken more seriously by people if Johnny wouldn't market him as a flouncy young boy.
Kota sees. And yet something still hurts.
“He can be both.” The boy says resolutely, making Shoon and Hikaru look at him quizzically. “He can make a path of his own, he can be his utmost bright and the world will love him. But,” and he's struggling to continue, a lump in his throat suddenly forming, “but I don't want him gone. He can have the world, but we can still have him. Right?” He looks at Hikaru, begging to other for even the slighest sign of agreement. “Right?”
When Hikaru lowers his gaze, Kota turns to his only source of strength.
Shoon, not wanting to see frustration in those eyes anymore, just silently opens his arms. Instantly, there is a mass of Yabu Kota clinging to him, and his costume is getting messy, slender arms wrapping around him as if to never let go, whispering broken sobs of Mayo and don't wanna, incoherent apologies occassionally thrown in.
After the hysterics subside and Kota reaches out for Hikaru's hand, face still buried in Shoon's shoulder, the youngest of the three knows that somehow-somehow, they'll be okay.
Kota's doesn't forget to glare and ignore the rest of his new unit for six months.
02. Walking in on YamaJima.
It's a normal (and recurring) sight to see Yuuto and Ryosuke all over each other: in filming locations, dressing rooms in NHK, and even when they're just hanging out (not that the hanging out exceeded curfew hours, the 7 kids were minors, after all.) All over each other meaning kisses and hugs, the casual handholding, footsie, and subtle groping on rare occassions. All the members of JUMP knew that the boys should just be left alone, because really, nobody can say no when all the hormones do the thinking and doing.
Yabu was a perfect example of that tolerant senpai. Because harmless groping was well, harmless. But when he arrived in the green room (which was damn it, for all ten of them. They had been insisting on getting one room for each subunit but no, Johnny had said the money would be put to better use in investment, mainly overly-extravagant and unwearable costumes) to see Yuuto on top of Ryosuke, both boys half-naked and the younger already fumbling on opening their pants (the belts were forgotten somewhere behind the loveseat-why was there even a loveseat?), Yabu had snapped.
“What the hell is this?”
“Uhm-uhm-it's not what you think it is!” Yuuto springs away from Ryosuke as if burned, making the older raise an eyebrow at him, bordering on pissed off.
Yabu scoffs. “What do I think is it, then?”
“It's-it's-”
“Oh come on,” Ryosuke bites back, still sprawled on the couch, tugging Yuuto. The youngest is forced to drape over Ryosuke's already cold body, wriggling out becoming futile at Ryosuke's arms wrapped around him. “You know what it was.”
“Yama-chan,” Yuuto tries to bargain. Getting either Yabu or Ryosuke angrier would not be a good idea.
“What?” Ryosuke's voice is a bit higher than usual, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Even Yabu-kun's done it before, am I right Yabu-kun?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at the eldest, a smirk on his lips.
Yabu flushes, the color nearing the red top he was wearing. “I-” he stutters, “I wasn't that young when that happened to me!” He shouts back, more than embarrassed at having talked about these things.
“Really now?” And Ryosuke's just taunting, Yabu knows, but it's very effective, which cannot be good. Yuuto's silent, alternating curious looks at the two of them. “We're both sixteen,” he gestures to the thin boy above him. “How old were you when Shoon-kun took away your-”
“LALALALALALALALALALALA!” Yabu shouts at the top of his voice, running out of the room before he faints out of embarrassment. He makes a mental note of taping Hikaru's mouth shut so that the whole jimusho wouldn't find out about his secrets. Bribing Reon was second priority.
The door slams, making Ryosuke laugh. His eyes predatorily gleam over Yuuto. “Now, where were we?”
03. AU. In which they have powers and Kota deals with his clumsy best friend.
“Yaotome!!!!”
Hikaru turns away from his homework, chair slightly squeaking. Yabu is angry, judging from the volume of the shout across the hall; it even reached him, and the door was closed. He looks to the couch where a sleeping Keito shuffles. Shit, if he wakes up, I'm dead. Nobody liked to face Keito's deafening screams when provoked.
Another shout of his last name makes him bolt out of his and peek through the door, where a certain best friend was at the other end of the hallway, holding a drenched red coat-a costume?
He dashes over to Yabu. “What?!”
“You idiot, you soaked my coat! Look at all the feathers, this will take days to dry!”
The red coat was one of the victims of Hikaru, Takaki, and Inoo's game of tag a few hours ago, along with some less fortunate costumes of 7. He'd rather not think of Chiinen and Yamada attacking him later that day.
“Bu-but-” Hikaru stutters; normally he's not scared of the older one, but he was screaming GUILTY on this one. “But that's red! You can flame-dry it!”
Yabu roars. “It's not fireproof, idiot!”
“But it's RED!” As if that was logical.
“I have red Hey!Say! costumes! Well this is the only one, but that's not the point!”
Hikaru suppresses the freaking out. “But that's red! All the red ones are Ya-Ya-yah costumes, they're supposed to be fireproof!”
When Yabu produces flame in his palms, Hikaru shields himself, thoug technically there's nothing to worry about. “I'm sorry Ko-chan! Really, I didn't know!”
The older backs him up against the wall. “If this does not dry up before Shokura filming, I will burn Taiyou, do you understand?”
Hikaru's eyes promptly widen. “You wouldn't.”
In reality, Yabu really wouldn't because 1) he loves Taiyou like a brother, and 2) Shoon would be by his side before 3)Hikaru could clasp their hands together, blocking the attack.
“Ko-chan?” Hikaru squeaks, slouched somewhere on the floor, pulse racing. Neither of them realized when they had sat down.
Yabu breathes heavily. “Cats, Hika. Lots of cats. In your room. With all possible entry and exit points locked. Do you understand how mad I am right now?!” The only thing keeping Yabu from grilling his best friend was the poor red feathery coat, still in his grasp.
04. Because Chiinen is not a hamster.
Chiinen loved Ryutaro.
Well, Chiinen loved Ohno-senpai. Then he loved Ryutaro.
But Ryutaro loved-hamsters. Hamsters came first before Chiinen.
And since Chiinen knew there would be no chance with Ohno-senpai (not because it was ewww, gross with the age difference, Ninomiya-senpai really just made convincing arguments, and eerie eyes, and scary threats that involved magic and Chiinen miraculously disappearing from Japan and being transported to the Pacific Ocean without a boat, or anything for that matter), he wanted Ryutaro's attention.
Thus, Chiinen started acting like a hamster.
Not that it was gross or anything, if the not taking a bath thing was to be ignored. Chiinen actually made an adorable hamster, crawling up to peoples' laps and offering his head, waiting to be pet. He was a sweet little boy, after all.
Until he started biting.
At first the other members tolerated it, because Chiinen could get away with anything. But the biting increased, and when at first he just sort of-nibbled (nibbled?! Daiki had exclaimed), recently the boy had been biting so hard there were teethmarks not only on the dressing room furniture, but on the members' body parts as well.
It didn't help that one morning Chiinen bit the exact spot where a bruise was in Yabu's leg (the bruise was from a prank involving Hikaru, chairs, baseball bats, and lots of insects with long legs). The bruise was a deep purple with a touch of green, the size of two gyozas laid side by side.
Yabu shouted, expectedly. Profanities. Lots of them.
And he hit Chiinen in the head with a Myojo magazine, exclaiming “YOU ARE NOT A HAMSTER!”
He also shouted for Ryutaro, who looked up from where he was on the floor, wrestling yet again with Shin-chan.
Before he could list up more profanities-which by now the rest of the boys were wondering if were just made up-to throw in Ryutaro's face, Hikaru had stood up and dragged Yabu by the ear to lock themselves up in the closet acroos the room until the older had blown off steam.
Chiinen never bit anyone ever again. Well maybe Ryutaro, occasionally.
05. AU. In which they still have powers and are rehearsing for the Winter Con.
Hikaru was late.
Which wasn't really odd; the boy was actually allowed to be late for an hour at the most, because the last time he was forced to be on time he arrived at the Hey!Hey!Hey! taping half-awake, bedhair and the like.
But the eldest was having trouble with their sub-unit rehearsal, especially since the other three were just playing around with the steps.
They also really needed to have a serious talk about Hikaru's song choices for their sub-unit performances. A very serious talk.
When Yabu finds Takaki messing up the steps for the nth time, unintentionally-or intentionally, he can never tell with Takaki-flailing his arms in Inoo's general direction and slightly reaching his legs further to trip Daiki, he growls in frustration, sending a fireball to the general direction of BEST.
“Shit!” Inoo curses, flameball missing his sleeve by inches. “What the hell?!” He snaps, rubbing absently at a sore spot in his face Takaki's hand had hit. It sucks that he's only able to produce steel claws in the spaces between his fingers. His two companions are safe though; Daiki had sensed the event and pulled an unwilling Takaki down on the floor, the latter cursing at his clumsy landing.
Yabu stares, which is never a good sign because Yabu has been patient with them, has always been patient with the eight-very rarely nine when Hikaru was having his tantrums-of them acting like kids, always neglecting the fact that they are now a debuted group.
“You're all idiots. I swear I'm not letting BEST do a unit performance at any show.”
“What?” Inoo starts, not exactly offended, maybe a little more on the worried side. The little kids have been getting more exposure over the past months, although that really shouldn't be a problem; Hey!Say!JUMP was, after all, a package of ten.
“You're all idiots!” Yabu roars, flames of his opened palms resting on his sides, murderous aura surrounding him. “Can't even do the fucking steps right, you've danced the song for what, three, four years already?” The other three know when not to interrupt the eldest's tirade and just wait for Hikaru to soothe Yabu's foul mood.
Takaki's bruised ego-and butt-however, are another story. “You know what, someone definitely shoved a stick up your ass today.” He doesn't even bother with Yabu's flaming hands as he stretches his own towards the eldest, a flow of electricity surging through it and heading straight for Yabu-
who promptly falls over in shock.
Hikaru opens the door just as Yabu stands up, the fireball in his hands now bluegreen, just like the color in his eyes. Movement swift, Yabu throws the fireball, aiming at Takaki's face.
The ball never leaves his hand, Hikaru suddenly clasping his own hand with Yabu's, the younger's ice-cold waterball countering the rage-induced attack.
“Ko-chan,” he starts, voice dangerously low, obviously not pleased at the scene placed before him. His eyes are icy blue, a complete contrast to the blue fire in his best friend's own. “Ko-chan, what did you do?” He steals a glance at the wall opposite them, the scorchmark a clear indication of Yabu's attack a while ago.
“Let go!” Yabu retaliates, trying to free himself of the grip; but just as they go together, they also cancel each other out, their powers either working with or against each other-an equal but opposite reaction for any given action.
“No.”
“Damnit let go! And you've got some explaining to do, why did you pick that song? I thought you said the songs were all okay!” Yabu's still yelling, calm and composed all burned into ashes.
“What?” Really, Hikaru's confused, not to mention his hands are awfully painful, fingers tightly locked with Yabu's to suppress any potential attacks.
There is a faint noise on the other side of the room that makes Hikaru turn; Daiki has produced a force field around the two of them, voice muffled as he speaks. “He's talking about Ito-ahhhhhh!” The youngest doesn't finish, wriggling in pain with Takaki digging hands at his sides and sending jolts of electricity to his body. Inoo closes his eyes reluctantly.
Of all the times for this to happen, it had to be a day after Hikaru got the flu. He miserably sighs and looks at Yabu, then the others. “I'll handle this, please leave us alone for the moment.” When Yabu starts breathing heavily, Hikaru knows a fit of rage is near. Which is bad, especially if he's not strong enough to block it.
Only one solution, then.
“Please call Shoon. PLEASE.” He almost shouts, hoping the force field doesn't blur his voice (he doubts if Yabu registered the last sentence, he wishes the other didn't). Hikaru uses their friendly deathgrip to sit Yabu down the nearest couch, not noticing the pained look in Takaki's eyes as Inoo drags him out of the room and Daiki calls Shoon in his mind.
~0~
Five minutes later and Yabu's still breathing heavily, having explained everything to Hikaru. They're still sprawled on the sofa, hands still clasped together and Hikaru is almost sleepy from trying to appease Yabu. 'Sorry' won't cut it, he knows; Yabu's never been too fond of the other eight doing their old choreography.
“Why'd you even pick that song? God I hate you so much,” Yabu says, no venom in his voice.
Hikaru just draws soft patterns on the back of the older's hand. “I didn't mean it, I swear.” There is a familiar heat suddenly near his presence; Yabu's eyes are glowing again. Orange-red and glowing. He's so tired, so very tired and almost dehydrated and sick again and where the hell was Shoon anyway?
“Can't even do choreography right.” The older darkly mutters. “Disgracing the dance. Hmmmmf.”
Then their powers shut off.
This prompts Yabu to disentangle himself from a certain best friend, eyes widening and almost cursing. “What the-”
“Hey.”
The door opens and Shoon enters, everyday clothes, soft features and doe eyes gracing the two of them; Hikaru deflates on the couch, loudly breathing.
Yabu twists in his seat. “Mayo. Hey.” It takes a little more to process the sight. “You're here. Why?” He shifts his eyes to Hikaru, whose eyes are closed. Yabu nudges the younger's leg. “You. Explain.”
All Hikaru manages is an irritated grunt. He stands up and transfers to the one-person couch just as Shoon sits beside Yabu, who automatically settles his head on the oldest's lap.
“Your members called me,” Shoon muses, stroking Yabu's hair softly. “Said you broke a fuse or something.” When Hikaru grunts, Shoon looks and finds him tilting his head to the wall with the burnmark. “Ouch, who did you hit Yabucchi?”
“Idiots,” Yabu mumbles, already half-asleep in exhaustion. Shoon's presence was unexpected, but not unwanted. He tries to grasp the older's hand and kisses the back of his palm. “Can't even dance Itoshi no Playgirl properly.” Even in his state he still manages to glare at Hikaru. “Some best friend you are. Hate you,” he finishes, sticking his tongue out for effect.
Shoon stifles his chuckle, not wanting to offend Yabu any further. “You should rest,” he drops a kiss to the younger's forehead, earning an approving hum in return. “You really freaked them out, I thought Inoo was crying on the phone.” He steals a glance at an almost dozing off Hikaru, frowning at the youngest's slouch. “You even overworked Hikaru, and he's sick too.”
When Hikaru raises an eyebrow, Shoon answers. “Melo told me. You should rest as well.”
“Why do I feel offended that you found out through Reon and not me? You don't love me anymore.” Hikaru whines, but Shoon knows better than to worry. “That boy,” he points at Yabu, “almost had an asthma attack while I was waiting for you. I was almost worried, what if I suddenly combusted and he burned the studio?”
Yabu scoffs, seemingly still awake. “You would NOT combust, shut up. My power would only decrease to match yours even if I became immensely angry. Obviously you weren't listening when Akanishi-kun and Kamenashi-kun explained to us how we worked as a pair. And I still hate you, why'd you choose that song?” When he notices Shoon's hands have stopped, he pulls and treads them through his hair again. Shoon shakes his head and smiles.
“I said I was sorry okay? God you're such a prick.” The youngest retorts, pouting. “I just, I really REALLY wanted to do it one more time. I'm selfish, whatever.”
Shoon pointedly looks at the boy in his lap. “Yabucchi,” he coaxes, “fighting over the dance sequence of Itoshi no Playgirl is very shallow. Not to mention kind of weird. Apologize to Hikaru.” He pushes Yabu off of him lightly, smiling in that awkward way. Yabu flops back down on his lap.
“Hika,” Yabu mumbles, toeing Hikaru in the knee. The youngest looks. “I'm sorry. I-” he stops, doesn't know if it's right to continue what he's about to say. “I didn't want to do it. Not with them. With you it's alright, but-that's our song. OUR song, I don't like them not doing it the way we did.”
“You're such a perfectionist. We can't take it out of the songlist, what do you plan to do? We can't have BEST as a two-people unit. Bad publicity.” And even as Hikaru's saying it he still scrunches in weird mockery.
“I don't know. We'll have Mayo teach them choreography?” Yabu meets Shoon's questioning look. “Please Mayo?”
Shoon sighs dejectedly. “I don't have a choice, do I?”
The oldest smiles when Yabu does, blindingly, he might add. When Hikaru still sulks, Yabu toes him again.
“Ow! Sore spot Ko-chan, watch it.”
“Sorry. Smile for me?”
Hikaru sighs, shakes his head. He can't help it if his best friend's ability is as powerful as his fluctuating temper. When Shoon laughs at them, Hikaru can only join.
“You're such a prima donna Ko-chan, how does Shoon even put up with you?”
“Hey!” Yabu snipes back, although he's already half-asleep again; producing the flameballs really took a toll on his energy, especially with all the rehearsals. “Taiyou's pretty much stuck in the same situation as Mayo is.” With Shoon's ability to counter all the others' abilities, he was a hidden weapon.
“Ah, but I'm not.” Shoon says, seemingly excited. “Taiyou is special.”
“That he is,” Hikaru agrees, sinking back into his couch. Taiyou had given up his wings and healing powers when he left Johnny's (for some reason being stripped of your power really seemed odd with them, but hey, Johnny's orders); he chose to fly without limits, shining in all his radiance in the real world instead. “He'll be a great lawyer, give or take a few years. He promised to sweep me off my feet after that.” The grin on Hikaru's face is disturbing, if anything to go by. Yabu throws a pillow in his face.
“Oi!”
“Okay, okay! Don't fight!” Shoon shouts. They're all tired for today, with all the excessive energy usage. They settle into their positions, the lazy evening drawing upon them.
“Ko-chan?” Hikaru asks, just as they're about to fall into comfortable silence.
“Hmmmm?” The soothing fingers on his hair are back; he grins.
“Will you still be mad at them? For, you know-dancing our song?”
Yabu contemplates for a moment, then answers. “Maybe. I don't know; that depends on how well they can imitate Mayo and Taiyou's dancing.” Hikaru sighs in relief; at least he wouldn't have to worry about Yabu's tantrums regarding the matter. “But,” Yabu adds, “I'll still be mad at them tomorrow. Maybe I'll flame them until our first day.”
Yabu's cheeky smile is enough to make Shoon hit him in the head.
_______
A/N:
~did anyone get 01? uhm if you didn't--I didn't want the whole HSJ formation to be the cause of Taiyou leaving JE so I reversed it: Taiyou leaving resulted to HSJ being permanent. And Kami-sama knows how I love Taiyou. please do not brick me
~05 is--because I have this bias when I saw the Itoshi no Playgirl perf in the HSJumping Winter Con. I looked at the Ya-Ya-yah version and damn, same choreography. Only there's SHOON-time in the Ya-Ya-yah perf. Totally shows my 4>10 bias.
~SORRY if this fic is more Ya-Ya-yah than HSJ. I tend to have this love for undebuted AND disbanded junior units (number one still being 4TOPS).
So yeah. Comments please. ♥
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Author: kynseidk
Word Count: 4595
Character(s): Yabu Kota, Yaotome Hikaru, HSJ and Ya-Ya-yah.
Pairing(s): YamAbu, HikAiyo, and others that I'm not sure about so you decide.
Rating: NC-17 (for innuendo and swearing)
Genre: crack? AU.
Beta by: kynseidk
Disclaimer: plot is mine, all others belong to their respective-owners.
Summary: 5 instances where the ever-kind and sweet Yabu Kota gets mad, and how bestfriend Yaotome Hikaru is always by his side. Almost. Written because of my love for Ya-Ya-yah; also for the HSJ-thon.
Warning: Biased, in the 4>10 way (refer to this if you've no idea what 4>10 is)
Author's Note: self-beta'ed. Tenses all over the place. First fic/drabble that is not OTP and/or KazuJin on YamAbu/HikAiyo, bear with me.
Comments are very much appreciated.
5 Times Yabu got mad at JUMP and Hikaru came to the rescue. ALMOST.
01. When HSJ is formed.
“NO.” is the immediate word that comes out of Kota's mouth, eyes narrowed and staring straight at Hikaru after the younger one breaks the news to him.
~0~
The vase Hikaru and Kota were messing with crashes to the floor as Johnny-san's words reach their ears.
“This unit will be permanent.”
There is a cheer amongst the kids in the front-four to be exact. However, one of them isn't as pleased as the rest.
“Ano, Johnny-san, what about our groups? Most J.J. Express members are here, and wouldn't it be rude to Ya-Ya-yah-san if you mixed our members with them?” Yuuto speaks out, yelping immediately as Ryosuke elbows him in the rib, the older boy glaring at him as well. Yuuri is on Ryosuke's other side, quiet and as if wanting to hide behind the older boy.
Johnny-san raises an eyebrow. “Are you refusing the chance to debut? And weren't you and Morimoto placed into another unit sometime ago?” His voice is unusually calm about the matter, seeing as Kota is already silent and fuming, holding onto Hikaru's hand with such force that Yuuya-watching from the corner of his eye-thinks Hikaru's circulation might be cut off any given moment.
“But-” Kei butts in the conversation, wanting to defend Yuuto from being scolded, “I think-that breaking up our current units to form a new one isn't such a good idea.” He looks at Daiki and Yuuya for some form of assurance, but Daiki's much more interested in the hem of his costume, and Yuuya-is dazed at the sight of Kota and Hikaru holding hands.
“Look,” Johnny-san starts, impatient and obviously annoyed at the boys' blatant disrespect of his decisions. “I know what I'm doing, that is why I AM BOSS AND YOU ARE NOT. We are disban-”
“WHY.” Kota's voice is hard, his aura very dark, and Hikaru's hand very pale. The younger, though, looks unsettled, and somewhat guilty. “Tell me why we're disbanding. Is it just like Toma-senpai and Yamashita-senpai, then?”
There is the slightest glint of something in Johnny-san's eyes; it makes Kei flinch and Hikaru squirm in panic. “Not at all, Yabu-kun.” He turns to the younger Ya-Ya-yah member, a predatory smile on his lips. Hikaru impossibly tightens his hold on Kota's hand. “Yaotome-kun, how about we tell Yabu-kun our little secret now, hmm?”
“Secret?” Kota blurts out before he can stop himself. He chances a glance at his best friend, who cannot meet his eyes. “Hika, do you know something?” At the younger's silence, Kota's eyes narrow.
Kei breathes deeply; tries again. “Yabu-kun, I think we should all just think it-”
“Shut up.” Kota cuts him off, the same kind persona fading and hurriedly being replaced by someone unfamiliar to them; Yabu-senpai has never truly gotten angry. “You don't have a say in this.” For some reason the kids at the front haven't stopped talking yet, and every sound is painful to the eldest's ear. “God, put a sock in it already you brats! I hate all of you so much!” He storms out of the room, dragging Hikaru inside the nearest empty room for a bone-crushing hug, demanding an overdue explanation after.
~0~
Hikaru looks down. “Yabu,” he starts, weighing his words; Kota is a very gentle person, and he does not want to further anger his best friend, as he is angry himself. “I didn't know, okay? They said it wouldn't have been permanent if Taiyou-”
The grip Kota has on his left arm makes him look up, seeing the older's eyes almost shooting out laser beams. At him. He gulps.
“You,” and from the way Kota is breathing Hikaru isn't so confident about his best friend not catching an asthma attack or something. “You will go to school tomorrow and talk to Taiyou. YOU will convince him to attend taping and not quit. I WILL NOT HAVE THIS GROUP PERMANENT, DO YOU HEAR ME?!”
Biting a wince, Hikaru stiffly nods, releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding when Shoon suddenly yanks Kota's hands away from his arms, which he's sure will have bruises tomorrow. He makes a note to ask Kazu-nii for an extra ice pack.
Kota swiftly turns his head to look at Shoon, eyes properly widening in surprise at the eldest's calm demeanor. He's not so sure Shoon has heard yet, but he doesn't want him to-
“Don't be mad at Hikaru. It's not his fault.” The two boys both swear there was an inaudible sigh in Shoon's voice, something that resembles sadness. “Just,” Shoon pauses, absently scratches the back of his neck with the hand that is not holding Kota's arm, “just give Taiyou some time, alright? He's smart, he knows what's best for him.”
While Hikaru watches-and mentally debates on whether to sneak away- Kota gapes for about five seconds. “Y-y-yo-you-” he splutters the syllables, not knowing how Shoon can be calm about this. Johnny-san is breaking up their unit, for Christ's sake! “How can you be so uncaring! They are debuting me and Hikaru, why are you not angry?!”
“Because you and Hikaru deserve to debut.” Shoon says as if it's the most logical thing in the world, doe eyes annoying Kota more.
“Shoon,” Hikaru's voice is dangerously pissed off, especially at the thought of debuting without the other half of his unit. They have always worked hard to reach their popularity, especially ever since it became the four of them. “That's not true, you know you and Taiyou deserve to debut just as much as me and Yabu.”
But then Shoon looks at the youngest, eyes with wisdom and understanding and something else-something like pride for him and Kota. “But Taiyou-did you ever think maybe he wants his normal life more than he wants the fame? Think of all his achievements at school; he's smart, responsible, and he wants something that is not fame or public recognition as a fourth member of a group. Aren't you a bit happy for him because he's risked leaving us to pursue a journey to better himself?”
And just like Hikaru, Kota sees it, sees the fire of passion burning in Shoon's eyes, the recognition and support he has for Taiyou, for their bright sun wanting to warm more than just a few thousand hearts with his singing and smiles and crazy antics. Their youngest is so much more than a pretty face, so much more than just simple shyness and innocence; Taiyou is more powerful, more influential, and will probably be taken more seriously by people if Johnny wouldn't market him as a flouncy young boy.
Kota sees. And yet something still hurts.
“He can be both.” The boy says resolutely, making Shoon and Hikaru look at him quizzically. “He can make a path of his own, he can be his utmost bright and the world will love him. But,” and he's struggling to continue, a lump in his throat suddenly forming, “but I don't want him gone. He can have the world, but we can still have him. Right?” He looks at Hikaru, begging to other for even the slighest sign of agreement. “Right?”
When Hikaru lowers his gaze, Kota turns to his only source of strength.
Shoon, not wanting to see frustration in those eyes anymore, just silently opens his arms. Instantly, there is a mass of Yabu Kota clinging to him, and his costume is getting messy, slender arms wrapping around him as if to never let go, whispering broken sobs of Mayo and don't wanna, incoherent apologies occassionally thrown in.
After the hysterics subside and Kota reaches out for Hikaru's hand, face still buried in Shoon's shoulder, the youngest of the three knows that somehow-somehow, they'll be okay.
Kota's doesn't forget to glare and ignore the rest of his new unit for six months.
02. Walking in on YamaJima.
It's a normal (and recurring) sight to see Yuuto and Ryosuke all over each other: in filming locations, dressing rooms in NHK, and even when they're just hanging out (not that the hanging out exceeded curfew hours, the 7 kids were minors, after all.) All over each other meaning kisses and hugs, the casual handholding, footsie, and subtle groping on rare occassions. All the members of JUMP knew that the boys should just be left alone, because really, nobody can say no when all the hormones do the thinking and doing.
Yabu was a perfect example of that tolerant senpai. Because harmless groping was well, harmless. But when he arrived in the green room (which was damn it, for all ten of them. They had been insisting on getting one room for each subunit but no, Johnny had said the money would be put to better use in investment, mainly overly-extravagant and unwearable costumes) to see Yuuto on top of Ryosuke, both boys half-naked and the younger already fumbling on opening their pants (the belts were forgotten somewhere behind the loveseat-why was there even a loveseat?), Yabu had snapped.
“What the hell is this?”
“Uhm-uhm-it's not what you think it is!” Yuuto springs away from Ryosuke as if burned, making the older raise an eyebrow at him, bordering on pissed off.
Yabu scoffs. “What do I think is it, then?”
“It's-it's-”
“Oh come on,” Ryosuke bites back, still sprawled on the couch, tugging Yuuto. The youngest is forced to drape over Ryosuke's already cold body, wriggling out becoming futile at Ryosuke's arms wrapped around him. “You know what it was.”
“Yama-chan,” Yuuto tries to bargain. Getting either Yabu or Ryosuke angrier would not be a good idea.
“What?” Ryosuke's voice is a bit higher than usual, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Even Yabu-kun's done it before, am I right Yabu-kun?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at the eldest, a smirk on his lips.
Yabu flushes, the color nearing the red top he was wearing. “I-” he stutters, “I wasn't that young when that happened to me!” He shouts back, more than embarrassed at having talked about these things.
“Really now?” And Ryosuke's just taunting, Yabu knows, but it's very effective, which cannot be good. Yuuto's silent, alternating curious looks at the two of them. “We're both sixteen,” he gestures to the thin boy above him. “How old were you when Shoon-kun took away your-”
“LALALALALALALALALALALA!” Yabu shouts at the top of his voice, running out of the room before he faints out of embarrassment. He makes a mental note of taping Hikaru's mouth shut so that the whole jimusho wouldn't find out about his secrets. Bribing Reon was second priority.
The door slams, making Ryosuke laugh. His eyes predatorily gleam over Yuuto. “Now, where were we?”
03. AU. In which they have powers and Kota deals with his clumsy best friend.
“Yaotome!!!!”
Hikaru turns away from his homework, chair slightly squeaking. Yabu is angry, judging from the volume of the shout across the hall; it even reached him, and the door was closed. He looks to the couch where a sleeping Keito shuffles. Shit, if he wakes up, I'm dead. Nobody liked to face Keito's deafening screams when provoked.
Another shout of his last name makes him bolt out of his and peek through the door, where a certain best friend was at the other end of the hallway, holding a drenched red coat-a costume?
He dashes over to Yabu. “What?!”
“You idiot, you soaked my coat! Look at all the feathers, this will take days to dry!”
The red coat was one of the victims of Hikaru, Takaki, and Inoo's game of tag a few hours ago, along with some less fortunate costumes of 7. He'd rather not think of Chiinen and Yamada attacking him later that day.
“Bu-but-” Hikaru stutters; normally he's not scared of the older one, but he was screaming GUILTY on this one. “But that's red! You can flame-dry it!”
Yabu roars. “It's not fireproof, idiot!”
“But it's RED!” As if that was logical.
“I have red Hey!Say! costumes! Well this is the only one, but that's not the point!”
Hikaru suppresses the freaking out. “But that's red! All the red ones are Ya-Ya-yah costumes, they're supposed to be fireproof!”
When Yabu produces flame in his palms, Hikaru shields himself, thoug technically there's nothing to worry about. “I'm sorry Ko-chan! Really, I didn't know!”
The older backs him up against the wall. “If this does not dry up before Shokura filming, I will burn Taiyou, do you understand?”
Hikaru's eyes promptly widen. “You wouldn't.”
In reality, Yabu really wouldn't because 1) he loves Taiyou like a brother, and 2) Shoon would be by his side before 3)Hikaru could clasp their hands together, blocking the attack.
“Ko-chan?” Hikaru squeaks, slouched somewhere on the floor, pulse racing. Neither of them realized when they had sat down.
Yabu breathes heavily. “Cats, Hika. Lots of cats. In your room. With all possible entry and exit points locked. Do you understand how mad I am right now?!” The only thing keeping Yabu from grilling his best friend was the poor red feathery coat, still in his grasp.
04. Because Chiinen is not a hamster.
Chiinen loved Ryutaro.
Well, Chiinen loved Ohno-senpai. Then he loved Ryutaro.
But Ryutaro loved-hamsters. Hamsters came first before Chiinen.
And since Chiinen knew there would be no chance with Ohno-senpai (not because it was ewww, gross with the age difference, Ninomiya-senpai really just made convincing arguments, and eerie eyes, and scary threats that involved magic and Chiinen miraculously disappearing from Japan and being transported to the Pacific Ocean without a boat, or anything for that matter), he wanted Ryutaro's attention.
Thus, Chiinen started acting like a hamster.
Not that it was gross or anything, if the not taking a bath thing was to be ignored. Chiinen actually made an adorable hamster, crawling up to peoples' laps and offering his head, waiting to be pet. He was a sweet little boy, after all.
Until he started biting.
At first the other members tolerated it, because Chiinen could get away with anything. But the biting increased, and when at first he just sort of-nibbled (nibbled?! Daiki had exclaimed), recently the boy had been biting so hard there were teethmarks not only on the dressing room furniture, but on the members' body parts as well.
It didn't help that one morning Chiinen bit the exact spot where a bruise was in Yabu's leg (the bruise was from a prank involving Hikaru, chairs, baseball bats, and lots of insects with long legs). The bruise was a deep purple with a touch of green, the size of two gyozas laid side by side.
Yabu shouted, expectedly. Profanities. Lots of them.
And he hit Chiinen in the head with a Myojo magazine, exclaiming “YOU ARE NOT A HAMSTER!”
He also shouted for Ryutaro, who looked up from where he was on the floor, wrestling yet again with Shin-chan.
Before he could list up more profanities-which by now the rest of the boys were wondering if were just made up-to throw in Ryutaro's face, Hikaru had stood up and dragged Yabu by the ear to lock themselves up in the closet acroos the room until the older had blown off steam.
Chiinen never bit anyone ever again. Well maybe Ryutaro, occasionally.
05. AU. In which they still have powers and are rehearsing for the Winter Con.
Hikaru was late.
Which wasn't really odd; the boy was actually allowed to be late for an hour at the most, because the last time he was forced to be on time he arrived at the Hey!Hey!Hey! taping half-awake, bedhair and the like.
But the eldest was having trouble with their sub-unit rehearsal, especially since the other three were just playing around with the steps.
They also really needed to have a serious talk about Hikaru's song choices for their sub-unit performances. A very serious talk.
When Yabu finds Takaki messing up the steps for the nth time, unintentionally-or intentionally, he can never tell with Takaki-flailing his arms in Inoo's general direction and slightly reaching his legs further to trip Daiki, he growls in frustration, sending a fireball to the general direction of BEST.
“Shit!” Inoo curses, flameball missing his sleeve by inches. “What the hell?!” He snaps, rubbing absently at a sore spot in his face Takaki's hand had hit. It sucks that he's only able to produce steel claws in the spaces between his fingers. His two companions are safe though; Daiki had sensed the event and pulled an unwilling Takaki down on the floor, the latter cursing at his clumsy landing.
Yabu stares, which is never a good sign because Yabu has been patient with them, has always been patient with the eight-very rarely nine when Hikaru was having his tantrums-of them acting like kids, always neglecting the fact that they are now a debuted group.
“You're all idiots. I swear I'm not letting BEST do a unit performance at any show.”
“What?” Inoo starts, not exactly offended, maybe a little more on the worried side. The little kids have been getting more exposure over the past months, although that really shouldn't be a problem; Hey!Say!JUMP was, after all, a package of ten.
“You're all idiots!” Yabu roars, flames of his opened palms resting on his sides, murderous aura surrounding him. “Can't even do the fucking steps right, you've danced the song for what, three, four years already?” The other three know when not to interrupt the eldest's tirade and just wait for Hikaru to soothe Yabu's foul mood.
Takaki's bruised ego-and butt-however, are another story. “You know what, someone definitely shoved a stick up your ass today.” He doesn't even bother with Yabu's flaming hands as he stretches his own towards the eldest, a flow of electricity surging through it and heading straight for Yabu-
who promptly falls over in shock.
Hikaru opens the door just as Yabu stands up, the fireball in his hands now bluegreen, just like the color in his eyes. Movement swift, Yabu throws the fireball, aiming at Takaki's face.
The ball never leaves his hand, Hikaru suddenly clasping his own hand with Yabu's, the younger's ice-cold waterball countering the rage-induced attack.
“Ko-chan,” he starts, voice dangerously low, obviously not pleased at the scene placed before him. His eyes are icy blue, a complete contrast to the blue fire in his best friend's own. “Ko-chan, what did you do?” He steals a glance at the wall opposite them, the scorchmark a clear indication of Yabu's attack a while ago.
“Let go!” Yabu retaliates, trying to free himself of the grip; but just as they go together, they also cancel each other out, their powers either working with or against each other-an equal but opposite reaction for any given action.
“No.”
“Damnit let go! And you've got some explaining to do, why did you pick that song? I thought you said the songs were all okay!” Yabu's still yelling, calm and composed all burned into ashes.
“What?” Really, Hikaru's confused, not to mention his hands are awfully painful, fingers tightly locked with Yabu's to suppress any potential attacks.
There is a faint noise on the other side of the room that makes Hikaru turn; Daiki has produced a force field around the two of them, voice muffled as he speaks. “He's talking about Ito-ahhhhhh!” The youngest doesn't finish, wriggling in pain with Takaki digging hands at his sides and sending jolts of electricity to his body. Inoo closes his eyes reluctantly.
Of all the times for this to happen, it had to be a day after Hikaru got the flu. He miserably sighs and looks at Yabu, then the others. “I'll handle this, please leave us alone for the moment.” When Yabu starts breathing heavily, Hikaru knows a fit of rage is near. Which is bad, especially if he's not strong enough to block it.
Only one solution, then.
“Please call Shoon. PLEASE.” He almost shouts, hoping the force field doesn't blur his voice (he doubts if Yabu registered the last sentence, he wishes the other didn't). Hikaru uses their friendly deathgrip to sit Yabu down the nearest couch, not noticing the pained look in Takaki's eyes as Inoo drags him out of the room and Daiki calls Shoon in his mind.
~0~
Five minutes later and Yabu's still breathing heavily, having explained everything to Hikaru. They're still sprawled on the sofa, hands still clasped together and Hikaru is almost sleepy from trying to appease Yabu. 'Sorry' won't cut it, he knows; Yabu's never been too fond of the other eight doing their old choreography.
“Why'd you even pick that song? God I hate you so much,” Yabu says, no venom in his voice.
Hikaru just draws soft patterns on the back of the older's hand. “I didn't mean it, I swear.” There is a familiar heat suddenly near his presence; Yabu's eyes are glowing again. Orange-red and glowing. He's so tired, so very tired and almost dehydrated and sick again and where the hell was Shoon anyway?
“Can't even do choreography right.” The older darkly mutters. “Disgracing the dance. Hmmmmf.”
Then their powers shut off.
This prompts Yabu to disentangle himself from a certain best friend, eyes widening and almost cursing. “What the-”
“Hey.”
The door opens and Shoon enters, everyday clothes, soft features and doe eyes gracing the two of them; Hikaru deflates on the couch, loudly breathing.
Yabu twists in his seat. “Mayo. Hey.” It takes a little more to process the sight. “You're here. Why?” He shifts his eyes to Hikaru, whose eyes are closed. Yabu nudges the younger's leg. “You. Explain.”
All Hikaru manages is an irritated grunt. He stands up and transfers to the one-person couch just as Shoon sits beside Yabu, who automatically settles his head on the oldest's lap.
“Your members called me,” Shoon muses, stroking Yabu's hair softly. “Said you broke a fuse or something.” When Hikaru grunts, Shoon looks and finds him tilting his head to the wall with the burnmark. “Ouch, who did you hit Yabucchi?”
“Idiots,” Yabu mumbles, already half-asleep in exhaustion. Shoon's presence was unexpected, but not unwanted. He tries to grasp the older's hand and kisses the back of his palm. “Can't even dance Itoshi no Playgirl properly.” Even in his state he still manages to glare at Hikaru. “Some best friend you are. Hate you,” he finishes, sticking his tongue out for effect.
Shoon stifles his chuckle, not wanting to offend Yabu any further. “You should rest,” he drops a kiss to the younger's forehead, earning an approving hum in return. “You really freaked them out, I thought Inoo was crying on the phone.” He steals a glance at an almost dozing off Hikaru, frowning at the youngest's slouch. “You even overworked Hikaru, and he's sick too.”
When Hikaru raises an eyebrow, Shoon answers. “Melo told me. You should rest as well.”
“Why do I feel offended that you found out through Reon and not me? You don't love me anymore.” Hikaru whines, but Shoon knows better than to worry. “That boy,” he points at Yabu, “almost had an asthma attack while I was waiting for you. I was almost worried, what if I suddenly combusted and he burned the studio?”
Yabu scoffs, seemingly still awake. “You would NOT combust, shut up. My power would only decrease to match yours even if I became immensely angry. Obviously you weren't listening when Akanishi-kun and Kamenashi-kun explained to us how we worked as a pair. And I still hate you, why'd you choose that song?” When he notices Shoon's hands have stopped, he pulls and treads them through his hair again. Shoon shakes his head and smiles.
“I said I was sorry okay? God you're such a prick.” The youngest retorts, pouting. “I just, I really REALLY wanted to do it one more time. I'm selfish, whatever.”
Shoon pointedly looks at the boy in his lap. “Yabucchi,” he coaxes, “fighting over the dance sequence of Itoshi no Playgirl is very shallow. Not to mention kind of weird. Apologize to Hikaru.” He pushes Yabu off of him lightly, smiling in that awkward way. Yabu flops back down on his lap.
“Hika,” Yabu mumbles, toeing Hikaru in the knee. The youngest looks. “I'm sorry. I-” he stops, doesn't know if it's right to continue what he's about to say. “I didn't want to do it. Not with them. With you it's alright, but-that's our song. OUR song, I don't like them not doing it the way we did.”
“You're such a perfectionist. We can't take it out of the songlist, what do you plan to do? We can't have BEST as a two-people unit. Bad publicity.” And even as Hikaru's saying it he still scrunches in weird mockery.
“I don't know. We'll have Mayo teach them choreography?” Yabu meets Shoon's questioning look. “Please Mayo?”
Shoon sighs dejectedly. “I don't have a choice, do I?”
The oldest smiles when Yabu does, blindingly, he might add. When Hikaru still sulks, Yabu toes him again.
“Ow! Sore spot Ko-chan, watch it.”
“Sorry. Smile for me?”
Hikaru sighs, shakes his head. He can't help it if his best friend's ability is as powerful as his fluctuating temper. When Shoon laughs at them, Hikaru can only join.
“You're such a prima donna Ko-chan, how does Shoon even put up with you?”
“Hey!” Yabu snipes back, although he's already half-asleep again; producing the flameballs really took a toll on his energy, especially with all the rehearsals. “Taiyou's pretty much stuck in the same situation as Mayo is.” With Shoon's ability to counter all the others' abilities, he was a hidden weapon.
“Ah, but I'm not.” Shoon says, seemingly excited. “Taiyou is special.”
“That he is,” Hikaru agrees, sinking back into his couch. Taiyou had given up his wings and healing powers when he left Johnny's (for some reason being stripped of your power really seemed odd with them, but hey, Johnny's orders); he chose to fly without limits, shining in all his radiance in the real world instead. “He'll be a great lawyer, give or take a few years. He promised to sweep me off my feet after that.” The grin on Hikaru's face is disturbing, if anything to go by. Yabu throws a pillow in his face.
“Oi!”
“Okay, okay! Don't fight!” Shoon shouts. They're all tired for today, with all the excessive energy usage. They settle into their positions, the lazy evening drawing upon them.
“Ko-chan?” Hikaru asks, just as they're about to fall into comfortable silence.
“Hmmmm?” The soothing fingers on his hair are back; he grins.
“Will you still be mad at them? For, you know-dancing our song?”
Yabu contemplates for a moment, then answers. “Maybe. I don't know; that depends on how well they can imitate Mayo and Taiyou's dancing.” Hikaru sighs in relief; at least he wouldn't have to worry about Yabu's tantrums regarding the matter. “But,” Yabu adds, “I'll still be mad at them tomorrow. Maybe I'll flame them until our first day.”
Yabu's cheeky smile is enough to make Shoon hit him in the head.
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A/N:
~did anyone get 01? uhm if you didn't--I didn't want the whole HSJ formation to be the cause of Taiyou leaving JE so I reversed it: Taiyou leaving resulted to HSJ being permanent. And Kami-sama knows how I love Taiyou. please do not brick me
~05 is--because I have this bias when I saw the Itoshi no Playgirl perf in the HSJumping Winter Con. I looked at the Ya-Ya-yah version and damn, same choreography. Only there's SHOON-time in the Ya-Ya-yah perf. Totally shows my 4>10 bias.
~SORRY if this fic is more Ya-Ya-yah than HSJ. I tend to have this love for undebuted AND disbanded junior units (number one still being 4TOPS).
So yeah. Comments please. ♥
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