Silver // Kis-My-Ft2
Silver
Fujigaya, Kitayama, Yokoo, Tamamori
PG, 443 words, Jrocker AU
Taisuke thinks he has Kiss My figured out the first time he meets them. Yuta has brought him by to play for his band ("Just casually," Yuta says, but Taisuke has been around in the industry long enough to know that "just casually" really means "serious business audition"), and as he picks through the chords of his best songs on his bass, Taisuke glances around through his eyelashes and takes the measure of this band.
He's acquainted with Yuta already, of course - might even call him a friend - so he knows that despite the sexy earrings and smokey eyeliner, Yuta is at heart still the baby of the group. In contrast, Wataru is the parent of the group, serious and responsible, and in fact seems to be the only one who pays serious attention to Taisuke's audition. Hiromitsu, the vocalist, is casually beautiful with a row of cornrows on one side of his head and an aura of capability about him that's palpable, even without accessories and makeup or a stern expression.
Except-
"Don't you know any of our songs?" Yuta frowns, all empty-headed cuteness gone from his expression. "Didn't you brush up on the material beforehand?"
Taisuke gapes at his young friend acquaintance.
"And silver hair?" Hiromitsu fusses, "I don't know if it really suits Kiss My's image." He stares at Taisuke's hair and purses his lips thoughtfully.
"...I thought it looked good?" Taisuke, taken aback by the thought that perhaps his first impression was wrong, feels suddenly unsure of himself.
"I suppose it does," says Hiromitsu, acceding the point, "but we're really not a visual kei band you know."
Taisuke nods; he hasn't lived under a rock, he knows as well as anybody else in the country that Kiss My has a reputation for a clean, simple look that belies the complexity of the music they play. At the same time, he doesn't think his hair is crazy either, but rather a pleasant, refined kind of silver. He knows he should offer to dye it something more normal if he really wants the job (which he does), but damn it he also wants silver hair.
"Oh ignore him," Yuta grins, "Mitsu's just jealous cause your hair is flashier than his own."
"I am not-!"
"Well, I'll let you guys figure it out. I've got a gokon to attend tonight~" interrupts Wataru with a wolfish grin. He packs up his stuff at lightning speed and makes for the door.
"Wataru-san!" Hiromitsu admonishes, "think about your girlfriend!"
Already about to pull the door closed behind him, Wataru turns around at this and says cheekily, "Which girlfriend do you refer to, Mitsu?"
Fujigaya, Kitayama, Yokoo, Tamamori
PG, 443 words, Jrocker AU
Taisuke thinks he has Kiss My figured out the first time he meets them. Yuta has brought him by to play for his band ("Just casually," Yuta says, but Taisuke has been around in the industry long enough to know that "just casually" really means "serious business audition"), and as he picks through the chords of his best songs on his bass, Taisuke glances around through his eyelashes and takes the measure of this band.
He's acquainted with Yuta already, of course - might even call him a friend - so he knows that despite the sexy earrings and smokey eyeliner, Yuta is at heart still the baby of the group. In contrast, Wataru is the parent of the group, serious and responsible, and in fact seems to be the only one who pays serious attention to Taisuke's audition. Hiromitsu, the vocalist, is casually beautiful with a row of cornrows on one side of his head and an aura of capability about him that's palpable, even without accessories and makeup or a stern expression.
Except-
"Don't you know any of our songs?" Yuta frowns, all empty-headed cuteness gone from his expression. "Didn't you brush up on the material beforehand?"
Taisuke gapes at his young friend acquaintance.
"And silver hair?" Hiromitsu fusses, "I don't know if it really suits Kiss My's image." He stares at Taisuke's hair and purses his lips thoughtfully.
"...I thought it looked good?" Taisuke, taken aback by the thought that perhaps his first impression was wrong, feels suddenly unsure of himself.
"I suppose it does," says Hiromitsu, acceding the point, "but we're really not a visual kei band you know."
Taisuke nods; he hasn't lived under a rock, he knows as well as anybody else in the country that Kiss My has a reputation for a clean, simple look that belies the complexity of the music they play. At the same time, he doesn't think his hair is crazy either, but rather a pleasant, refined kind of silver. He knows he should offer to dye it something more normal if he really wants the job (which he does), but damn it he also wants silver hair.
"Oh ignore him," Yuta grins, "Mitsu's just jealous cause your hair is flashier than his own."
"I am not-!"
"Well, I'll let you guys figure it out. I've got a gokon to attend tonight~" interrupts Wataru with a wolfish grin. He packs up his stuff at lightning speed and makes for the door.
"Wataru-san!" Hiromitsu admonishes, "think about your girlfriend!"
Already about to pull the door closed behind him, Wataru turns around at this and says cheekily, "Which girlfriend do you refer to, Mitsu?"