[fic] Various - [Oneshots]
Title: 126. Can't Find Your Way Out of a Paper Bag
Author: BG
Pairing: Nakajima Kento + Kikuchi Fuma
Ratings: G
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
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The moment Nakajima Kento walked into the practice studio he knew something was amiss. He glanced down suspiciously. He was definitely wearing clothes. That was a good start and he had both shoes on as well. Sneaking a look at the clock on the far wall proved that he wasn’t horrendously late.
Then a shiver raced down his spine; such an icy trail it blazed, he felt as though someone had just walked over his grave. Then Shintaro popped up in front of him, eyes bright and Nakajima gave a little shriek.
“How is it going with your new girlfriend?”
Nakajima blinked. And then blinked again.
This was odd. One, Shintaro shouldn’t even know what girls are because truly, he is just so tiny and so cute and secondly, Nakajima didn’t have a new girlfriend. In fact he had never had a girlfriend. Period.
“I saw you, this weekend just gone. In front of the train station.”
Shintaro’s tone had taken on a rather taunting tone and his smile was down right bratty. Nakajima wasn’t sure that he liked it.
“I don’t know what you are talking about. I wasn’t with any girl.”
“We saw you~”
Nakajima gave a little jump but managed to hold in the surprised squeak, as Taiga suddenly appeared out of thin air, just like magic. He stood, draped rather comically over Shintaro’s tiny shoulders.
He didn’t know what they were talking about and thus told them exactly that.
“I still don’t know to what you are referring.”
“She was quite pretty from what I could see. Rather tall too.”
It all came together then and Nakajima couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled forth.
“I was with Kikuchi. Last weekend. The train station. Kikuchi,” Nakajima managed to get out between laughing so hard he was reduced to doubling over, clutching his stomach.
Taiga blushed. Shintaro snorted.
Nakajima decided the maybe all those rumours were true. Shintaro really was evil.
“Oi!”
Kikuchi came to an abrupt halt just inside the doorway and promptly went sprawling as Kawashima came in after him, bowling him clean over.
“Kikuchi! Shintaro just called you a girl!”
“Eh?” Kikuchi lifted his face from where it had currently been plastered to the floor.
“Shut up Juri!” Shintaro blustered. “Taiga thought he was hot!”
Kikuchi’s resulting, “Eh,” was drowned out by a lot of squawking from a flaily Taiga and the sound of raucous laughter.
Kikuchi just sat in the middle of the practice studio looking bewildered. Hokuto tripped over him two seconds later and then there was even more flail.
Nakajima laughed until he cried.
xXx
Title: 166. Fall Away From Myself
Author: BG
Pairing: Yabu Kota x Yaotome Hikaru
Ratings: G
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
I’ve never been good at confrontations. I tend to shy away and I rarely get into arguments, I always lose anyway. So when I saw him with some one else, I said fine. I never asked him why. I just let go. It hurt, of course it did. I figured though, it would hurt more to ask him to pretend to feel something for me. I might be a coward but I just can’t handle living a lie.
I was but a fool. I had been so in love.
I thought that it would be easy to forget. I thought that I could just push the memories away, to lock them away so far deep inside my heart. I thought I could do that and that then I would be free. Free from the thinking about him all the time. Free from the hunger that rose every time I pictured him. Free from the ache that rested heavy in my heart.
I thought that it would be easy to forget everything that he made me feel. Forget everything that one simple glance from him could stir up inside of me. I close my eyes and I can see him. I see him gentle and hesitant, the way his eye lashes lowered as he hid his gaze from me. His kisses were feathered and light. He made me reach for him, ache for him. I always wanted more.
I close my eyes and I can feel his hands on my skin, the way his fingers traced the line of my spine, the way his thumbs caressed my cheeks. I wanted to forget but he is my most precious memory and it’s tearing me up inside.
The thing that hurt most is that he didn’t even seem to notice. I turned him away once, twice, three times. Eventually he stopped asking but he never once asked me why. I went on because life doesn’t stop even when you feel as though your heart is splintering into a hundred thousand pieces. Life goes on.
It surprised me that it was Takaki that came to me. Not that Takaki isn’t insightful or anything, I just didn’t realize his powers of deduction extended past which were the best hair products to use and what strength he needed to set his straightening iron to in order to get the best result. I guess I had been selling him short.
With gentle eyes, that managed to pierce all my carefully constructed armor and make me want to cry, he asked me if I was ok.
He asked me something I had been wondering myself.
Is this the way things are supposed to be?
I don’t know but I answered anyway.
This is the way things are.
xXx
Title: 147. Hate To Say I Told You So
Author: BG
Pairing: Miyadate Ryota-centric, Sanada Yuma x Nozawa Yuki
Ratings: G
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
I walked into our shared dressing room and was once again accosted with the anarchy that was my band mates. It was a common occurrence to see Shota in his underpants, sometimes with a shirt on although today it was just the underpants. Today they were bright orange with Bite Me plastered across his ass in electric blue. I’d rather not tell you how long it took me to figure out what the words read because it equates to approximately the same time I spent staring at his butt.
Sakuma appeared to be demonstrating something to Abe that involved a lot of twisting and a lot of touching. I tilted my head but the difference in the angle didn’t help any. I still didn’t get what they were doing. I figured it was probably better not to even ask.
I dropped my bag on the table and nodded to Fukka who looked up at me from his book. He quickly buried his nose back into it, from the way his brow was furrowed and the anxious clicking of his pen, I figured he had an assignment to finish. I pulled my earphones out and slipped my glasses off. Hikaru danced past me, shimming like a belly dancer, his movements exaggerated and provocative. I raised an eyebrow and then stepped back against the table as Shota streaked past in a blur of orange and blue.
Sanada appeared to talking animatedly to Sakuma and Abe, both of whom were preoccupied. There was a far bit of squawking with lots of hand motions and dreamy little sighs. I glanced around and then realized that he must be talking about Yuki again.
He’s taken to, whenever Yuki isn’t immediately within earshot, telling us all exactly how cute Yuki is. It isn’t like we don’t know, cause we all have eyes as well. He tells us of how Yuki used to be short and squishy and all soft cheeks and easy smiles. Sanada seems to have forgotten that we all remember Yuki being like that, since we’ve been together for ages.
So he’s expounding on Yuki’s cute face and how ohmygod hot he is now and how his legs go on for miles and miles when Onodera walks in a states, all matter of fact, “Sounds like you’re in love with him.”
I almost laughed as Sanada turned a delicate pink colour. He blustered for a moment. Sanada is so cute when he’s all flustered. He’s also a major dork which he concreted in everyone’s minds by yelling out, “I like boobs. Ok!”
Silence descended on the room. Fukka peered up from his text, his pen clicking ominously once before stopping all together. Shota and Hikaru stop their weird Hawaiian dance slash belly dance come strip tease, their arms still locked around each other as they stare at Sanada. Sakuma lets go of Abe and Abe squeaks as he crashes into the ground.
The silence is broken.
Sanada looks like he wants to die.
Yuki appears in the doorway and Sanada’s face pales.
Onodera picks up his shoes and water bottle, quips a snarky, “You’re an idiot,” and ducks under Yuki’s arm.
I watch in awe as the red hue floods Sanada’s face again. Fukka has gone back to his text, Sakuma is helping Abe up and Hikaru and Shota have degenerated into what looks like something halfway between a mutual headlock and a grope fest.
I pick up my bag again and turn to a bewildered Yuki.
“Lets go practice.”
Ah~ friends. I hope they never change.
xXx
AN. Thought I’d give BI Shadow another go…. Still find them hard to write T____T
I am so ill…homg… I’m tired of coughing and sneezing and being all achy and cold. It is sucking muchly.
I apologise for any mistakes, for I am sure there are plenty. These have been floating around in little flash scenes for so long. Tried to flesh them out a bit….so they were longer than the 1-2 sentences I originally had >>
Totally pilfered the first couple of lines of Fall Away From Myself from a really really old fic of mine T____T;
Must go. Need sleep.
Author: BG
Pairing: Nakajima Kento + Kikuchi Fuma
Ratings: G
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
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The moment Nakajima Kento walked into the practice studio he knew something was amiss. He glanced down suspiciously. He was definitely wearing clothes. That was a good start and he had both shoes on as well. Sneaking a look at the clock on the far wall proved that he wasn’t horrendously late.
Then a shiver raced down his spine; such an icy trail it blazed, he felt as though someone had just walked over his grave. Then Shintaro popped up in front of him, eyes bright and Nakajima gave a little shriek.
“How is it going with your new girlfriend?”
Nakajima blinked. And then blinked again.
This was odd. One, Shintaro shouldn’t even know what girls are because truly, he is just so tiny and so cute and secondly, Nakajima didn’t have a new girlfriend. In fact he had never had a girlfriend. Period.
“I saw you, this weekend just gone. In front of the train station.”
Shintaro’s tone had taken on a rather taunting tone and his smile was down right bratty. Nakajima wasn’t sure that he liked it.
“I don’t know what you are talking about. I wasn’t with any girl.”
“We saw you~”
Nakajima gave a little jump but managed to hold in the surprised squeak, as Taiga suddenly appeared out of thin air, just like magic. He stood, draped rather comically over Shintaro’s tiny shoulders.
He didn’t know what they were talking about and thus told them exactly that.
“I still don’t know to what you are referring.”
“She was quite pretty from what I could see. Rather tall too.”
It all came together then and Nakajima couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled forth.
“I was with Kikuchi. Last weekend. The train station. Kikuchi,” Nakajima managed to get out between laughing so hard he was reduced to doubling over, clutching his stomach.
Taiga blushed. Shintaro snorted.
Nakajima decided the maybe all those rumours were true. Shintaro really was evil.
“Oi!”
Kikuchi came to an abrupt halt just inside the doorway and promptly went sprawling as Kawashima came in after him, bowling him clean over.
“Kikuchi! Shintaro just called you a girl!”
“Eh?” Kikuchi lifted his face from where it had currently been plastered to the floor.
“Shut up Juri!” Shintaro blustered. “Taiga thought he was hot!”
Kikuchi’s resulting, “Eh,” was drowned out by a lot of squawking from a flaily Taiga and the sound of raucous laughter.
Kikuchi just sat in the middle of the practice studio looking bewildered. Hokuto tripped over him two seconds later and then there was even more flail.
Nakajima laughed until he cried.
xXx
Title: 166. Fall Away From Myself
Author: BG
Pairing: Yabu Kota x Yaotome Hikaru
Ratings: G
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
I’ve never been good at confrontations. I tend to shy away and I rarely get into arguments, I always lose anyway. So when I saw him with some one else, I said fine. I never asked him why. I just let go. It hurt, of course it did. I figured though, it would hurt more to ask him to pretend to feel something for me. I might be a coward but I just can’t handle living a lie.
I was but a fool. I had been so in love.
I thought that it would be easy to forget. I thought that I could just push the memories away, to lock them away so far deep inside my heart. I thought I could do that and that then I would be free. Free from the thinking about him all the time. Free from the hunger that rose every time I pictured him. Free from the ache that rested heavy in my heart.
I thought that it would be easy to forget everything that he made me feel. Forget everything that one simple glance from him could stir up inside of me. I close my eyes and I can see him. I see him gentle and hesitant, the way his eye lashes lowered as he hid his gaze from me. His kisses were feathered and light. He made me reach for him, ache for him. I always wanted more.
I close my eyes and I can feel his hands on my skin, the way his fingers traced the line of my spine, the way his thumbs caressed my cheeks. I wanted to forget but he is my most precious memory and it’s tearing me up inside.
The thing that hurt most is that he didn’t even seem to notice. I turned him away once, twice, three times. Eventually he stopped asking but he never once asked me why. I went on because life doesn’t stop even when you feel as though your heart is splintering into a hundred thousand pieces. Life goes on.
It surprised me that it was Takaki that came to me. Not that Takaki isn’t insightful or anything, I just didn’t realize his powers of deduction extended past which were the best hair products to use and what strength he needed to set his straightening iron to in order to get the best result. I guess I had been selling him short.
With gentle eyes, that managed to pierce all my carefully constructed armor and make me want to cry, he asked me if I was ok.
He asked me something I had been wondering myself.
Is this the way things are supposed to be?
I don’t know but I answered anyway.
This is the way things are.
xXx
Title: 147. Hate To Say I Told You So
Author: BG
Pairing: Miyadate Ryota-centric, Sanada Yuma x Nozawa Yuki
Ratings: G
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
I walked into our shared dressing room and was once again accosted with the anarchy that was my band mates. It was a common occurrence to see Shota in his underpants, sometimes with a shirt on although today it was just the underpants. Today they were bright orange with Bite Me plastered across his ass in electric blue. I’d rather not tell you how long it took me to figure out what the words read because it equates to approximately the same time I spent staring at his butt.
Sakuma appeared to be demonstrating something to Abe that involved a lot of twisting and a lot of touching. I tilted my head but the difference in the angle didn’t help any. I still didn’t get what they were doing. I figured it was probably better not to even ask.
I dropped my bag on the table and nodded to Fukka who looked up at me from his book. He quickly buried his nose back into it, from the way his brow was furrowed and the anxious clicking of his pen, I figured he had an assignment to finish. I pulled my earphones out and slipped my glasses off. Hikaru danced past me, shimming like a belly dancer, his movements exaggerated and provocative. I raised an eyebrow and then stepped back against the table as Shota streaked past in a blur of orange and blue.
Sanada appeared to talking animatedly to Sakuma and Abe, both of whom were preoccupied. There was a far bit of squawking with lots of hand motions and dreamy little sighs. I glanced around and then realized that he must be talking about Yuki again.
He’s taken to, whenever Yuki isn’t immediately within earshot, telling us all exactly how cute Yuki is. It isn’t like we don’t know, cause we all have eyes as well. He tells us of how Yuki used to be short and squishy and all soft cheeks and easy smiles. Sanada seems to have forgotten that we all remember Yuki being like that, since we’ve been together for ages.
So he’s expounding on Yuki’s cute face and how ohmygod hot he is now and how his legs go on for miles and miles when Onodera walks in a states, all matter of fact, “Sounds like you’re in love with him.”
I almost laughed as Sanada turned a delicate pink colour. He blustered for a moment. Sanada is so cute when he’s all flustered. He’s also a major dork which he concreted in everyone’s minds by yelling out, “I like boobs. Ok!”
Silence descended on the room. Fukka peered up from his text, his pen clicking ominously once before stopping all together. Shota and Hikaru stop their weird Hawaiian dance slash belly dance come strip tease, their arms still locked around each other as they stare at Sanada. Sakuma lets go of Abe and Abe squeaks as he crashes into the ground.
The silence is broken.
Sanada looks like he wants to die.
Yuki appears in the doorway and Sanada’s face pales.
Onodera picks up his shoes and water bottle, quips a snarky, “You’re an idiot,” and ducks under Yuki’s arm.
I watch in awe as the red hue floods Sanada’s face again. Fukka has gone back to his text, Sakuma is helping Abe up and Hikaru and Shota have degenerated into what looks like something halfway between a mutual headlock and a grope fest.
I pick up my bag again and turn to a bewildered Yuki.
“Lets go practice.”
Ah~ friends. I hope they never change.
xXx
AN. Thought I’d give BI Shadow another go…. Still find them hard to write T____T
I am so ill…homg… I’m tired of coughing and sneezing and being all achy and cold. It is sucking muchly.
I apologise for any mistakes, for I am sure there are plenty. These have been floating around in little flash scenes for so long. Tried to flesh them out a bit….so they were longer than the 1-2 sentences I originally had >>
Totally pilfered the first couple of lines of Fall Away From Myself from a really really old fic of mine T____T;
Must go. Need sleep.