Unnamed band fic (1/?)
Old thing unedited and unbeta’d. Also TBC one day, potentially, maybe?
Of Guitars and Cheap Cherry Blossom Shampoo (AKA unnamed band fic)
pg. 992. Ikuta Toma, Horikita Maki, Ninomiya Kazunari, Ishihara Satomi.
Prompt: Toma and Maki start a band, hijinks ensue. Originally here, although very little hijinks have ensued. D:
“Hey,” Toma says, snapping wide awake on a futon barely big enough for one. He nudges Maki with his toe, pulls her back by the arm when she tumbles almost completely off the mattress. “Let’s get the band back together.”
“Mmph?” Maki asks sleepily, her hand smacking him lightly in the face.
“Ouch!”
“Huh?” Maki’s eyes snap open. Then narrow as she takes in the time on the digital alarm clock on floor at the opposite side of the room. “Do you know what time it is? I have to get up in two hours for my shift.”
“No you don’t,” Toma says excitedly, adrenaline coursing through his veins. “Not if we get the band back together-we were so good, remember? You and I aren’t exactly getting anywhere with our dead-end part-time jobs that barely pay for this studio apartment, and the gang has always said we would reunite someday. So why not now.”
Maki yawns. “Okay, Toma-kun.”
“Okay?”
“Okay.” She pats him lightly on the cheek again and curls into the crook of his arm. “Now go to sleep.
“Okay.” Toma closes his eyes, but opens them immediately after to glance down at the top of her head resting on his arm. “I’m not kidding, you know. Not this time. You’re not going to work in two hours. We’re going to do it.”
Maki’s gentle snores are his only answer. He sighs and shifts closer for warmth under a threadbare blanket built for one, closes his eyes and breathes in the scent of Maki’s cheap cherry blossom-scented shampoo. “We’re getting the band back.”
*
Toma wakes to an empty bed and swears under his breath. Maki lied. He has half a mind to march right down to her convenience store and make a big scene-maybe knock over a display of that stupid cherry blossom-scented shampoo of hers-when he hears the water running in the bathroom and his entire face lights up.
“Maki-chan!” Toma calls, bolting up from the bed and scrambling over to their closet-sized bathroom. “You’re still here!”
“Of course I’m still here,” Maki grumbles, lathering her hair as Toma throws open the shower curtain and gives her a gigantic hug. She sighs and pours exactly a dime-sized amount of shampoo onto his hair and begins to lather. “You have one day to get it together or I’m going to work tomorrow.”
“I love you,” Toma says, resting his cheek into her soapy shoulders and Maki rolls her eyes.
“Of course you do. Now get in or get out-we’re wasting water.”
*
“Nino?”
“Yo.” Nino sounds bored, and a bored Nino tends to be incredibly easy to enable.
“How’s work?” Toma asks, casting a sidelong glance at Maki. She’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, balancing her old guitar on bare feet and blowing wet bangs off her face as she tries a chord. It’s flat. Her eyebrows furrow as she adjusts the tuners. The next chord is perfect.
“And-are you even listening to me at all!?”
“Of course,” Toma lies smoothly-he can’t help himself, really, the girl just looks so damn good playing her guitar. Besides, all Nino ever does is complain about his office job and the cute Mao girl who doesn’t have any taste in men because she’s so interested in floofy-haired golden boy Matsumoto and Nino could totally do Matsumoto’s job better if he was only given the chance. “Mao-chan doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
“Right? And-”
“Hey listen,” Toma cuts in before Nino can continue. “Maki-chan and I were thinking we could get the band back together.”
There’s a beat of silence. And then incredulous laughter.
“You what?”
“The band. Our band. We were so good back then.”
“We were in college back then,” Nino replies in a tone that Toma does not recognize. He doesn’t like that tone. It sounds suspiciously adult-like.
“Yeah, but -” Toma glances at Maki helplessly and Maki sighs and ambles over, plunks herself into Toma’s lap, guitar and all, and takes the cell from him. Toma rests his forehead against her back and strums an idle tune on her guitar.
“Nino.”
“Yo, Maki-chan.” Nino’s voice sounds cheerfully seductive. “I’ve been so lonely without you. You never call anymore.”
“Maybe because I’m tired of hearing about Mao-chan -”
“Jealous? Baby, you know you’re the only one for me.”
“Ugh, it’s no wonder Mao prefers Matsumoto-kun, he sounds like such a gentleman in comparison.”
“Since when is he Matsumoto-kun!?”
Maki rolls her eyes. “Look, are you going to come or what? Toma really wants us all to be together.”
“And you always want what Toma wants, right?”
Maki glances back at Toma thoughtfully. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
“So are you together yet? Finally? How’s the sex?”
“Nino!”
“Wait, hold on one sec Maki-chan.” There are some indistinguishable mumbles over the phone and then Nino’s voice comes back cheerfully. “Hey, I’ll be there in two hours.”
“What happened?”
“Just got fired-apparently there’s a rule against constantly taking personal phone calls in the office. See ya!”
Maki blinks and closes the cell. “Nino’s on his way.”
“Great!” Toma grins against her shoulder and proceeds to strum out something light and upbeat and familiar. Maki smiles.
“That’s the first song we wrote together.”
“Yup.” Toma strums out the next few chords and Maki hums the melody line. “We should give Satomi-chan a call.”
“I’ll call her in a bit-this is my favorite part.”
“Think she’ll come?”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure of it.”
*
“Satomi-chan?”
“Maki-chan, how are you!”
“I’m great,” Maki says, and before Satomi can bubble on about her life and her work and her work friends and how great life is, she continues, “Toma and I were thinking of getting the band back together.”
“E-eh? Really?” Satomi sounds dubious, and rightly so, but Toma’s exuberance has brought her this far already.
“Nino’s in.”
There’s a very brief pause. “I’ll be there after work.”
Of Guitars and Cheap Cherry Blossom Shampoo (AKA unnamed band fic)
pg. 992. Ikuta Toma, Horikita Maki, Ninomiya Kazunari, Ishihara Satomi.
Prompt: Toma and Maki start a band, hijinks ensue. Originally here, although very little hijinks have ensued. D:
“Hey,” Toma says, snapping wide awake on a futon barely big enough for one. He nudges Maki with his toe, pulls her back by the arm when she tumbles almost completely off the mattress. “Let’s get the band back together.”
“Mmph?” Maki asks sleepily, her hand smacking him lightly in the face.
“Ouch!”
“Huh?” Maki’s eyes snap open. Then narrow as she takes in the time on the digital alarm clock on floor at the opposite side of the room. “Do you know what time it is? I have to get up in two hours for my shift.”
“No you don’t,” Toma says excitedly, adrenaline coursing through his veins. “Not if we get the band back together-we were so good, remember? You and I aren’t exactly getting anywhere with our dead-end part-time jobs that barely pay for this studio apartment, and the gang has always said we would reunite someday. So why not now.”
Maki yawns. “Okay, Toma-kun.”
“Okay?”
“Okay.” She pats him lightly on the cheek again and curls into the crook of his arm. “Now go to sleep.
“Okay.” Toma closes his eyes, but opens them immediately after to glance down at the top of her head resting on his arm. “I’m not kidding, you know. Not this time. You’re not going to work in two hours. We’re going to do it.”
Maki’s gentle snores are his only answer. He sighs and shifts closer for warmth under a threadbare blanket built for one, closes his eyes and breathes in the scent of Maki’s cheap cherry blossom-scented shampoo. “We’re getting the band back.”
*
Toma wakes to an empty bed and swears under his breath. Maki lied. He has half a mind to march right down to her convenience store and make a big scene-maybe knock over a display of that stupid cherry blossom-scented shampoo of hers-when he hears the water running in the bathroom and his entire face lights up.
“Maki-chan!” Toma calls, bolting up from the bed and scrambling over to their closet-sized bathroom. “You’re still here!”
“Of course I’m still here,” Maki grumbles, lathering her hair as Toma throws open the shower curtain and gives her a gigantic hug. She sighs and pours exactly a dime-sized amount of shampoo onto his hair and begins to lather. “You have one day to get it together or I’m going to work tomorrow.”
“I love you,” Toma says, resting his cheek into her soapy shoulders and Maki rolls her eyes.
“Of course you do. Now get in or get out-we’re wasting water.”
*
“Nino?”
“Yo.” Nino sounds bored, and a bored Nino tends to be incredibly easy to enable.
“How’s work?” Toma asks, casting a sidelong glance at Maki. She’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, balancing her old guitar on bare feet and blowing wet bangs off her face as she tries a chord. It’s flat. Her eyebrows furrow as she adjusts the tuners. The next chord is perfect.
“And-are you even listening to me at all!?”
“Of course,” Toma lies smoothly-he can’t help himself, really, the girl just looks so damn good playing her guitar. Besides, all Nino ever does is complain about his office job and the cute Mao girl who doesn’t have any taste in men because she’s so interested in floofy-haired golden boy Matsumoto and Nino could totally do Matsumoto’s job better if he was only given the chance. “Mao-chan doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
“Right? And-”
“Hey listen,” Toma cuts in before Nino can continue. “Maki-chan and I were thinking we could get the band back together.”
There’s a beat of silence. And then incredulous laughter.
“You what?”
“The band. Our band. We were so good back then.”
“We were in college back then,” Nino replies in a tone that Toma does not recognize. He doesn’t like that tone. It sounds suspiciously adult-like.
“Yeah, but -” Toma glances at Maki helplessly and Maki sighs and ambles over, plunks herself into Toma’s lap, guitar and all, and takes the cell from him. Toma rests his forehead against her back and strums an idle tune on her guitar.
“Nino.”
“Yo, Maki-chan.” Nino’s voice sounds cheerfully seductive. “I’ve been so lonely without you. You never call anymore.”
“Maybe because I’m tired of hearing about Mao-chan -”
“Jealous? Baby, you know you’re the only one for me.”
“Ugh, it’s no wonder Mao prefers Matsumoto-kun, he sounds like such a gentleman in comparison.”
“Since when is he Matsumoto-kun!?”
Maki rolls her eyes. “Look, are you going to come or what? Toma really wants us all to be together.”
“And you always want what Toma wants, right?”
Maki glances back at Toma thoughtfully. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
“So are you together yet? Finally? How’s the sex?”
“Nino!”
“Wait, hold on one sec Maki-chan.” There are some indistinguishable mumbles over the phone and then Nino’s voice comes back cheerfully. “Hey, I’ll be there in two hours.”
“What happened?”
“Just got fired-apparently there’s a rule against constantly taking personal phone calls in the office. See ya!”
Maki blinks and closes the cell. “Nino’s on his way.”
“Great!” Toma grins against her shoulder and proceeds to strum out something light and upbeat and familiar. Maki smiles.
“That’s the first song we wrote together.”
“Yup.” Toma strums out the next few chords and Maki hums the melody line. “We should give Satomi-chan a call.”
“I’ll call her in a bit-this is my favorite part.”
“Think she’ll come?”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure of it.”
*
“Satomi-chan?”
“Maki-chan, how are you!”
“I’m great,” Maki says, and before Satomi can bubble on about her life and her work and her work friends and how great life is, she continues, “Toma and I were thinking of getting the band back together.”
“E-eh? Really?” Satomi sounds dubious, and rightly so, but Toma’s exuberance has brought her this far already.
“Nino’s in.”
There’s a very brief pause. “I’ll be there after work.”