JE fic: Two Drabbles [Ryo/Ueda; PG-13]
Two Drabbles [Ryo/Ueda; PG-13]
by momo (
omoshiroina), for nami
Cloud
“That one looks like Massu’s pig face.”
“…No, it kind of looks more like Nakamaru’s nose.”
Ryo sat up suddenly and stared down at Ueda. “This confirms what I’ve always wondered about you.”
Ueda smirked up at him. “That I’m more accurate and detail-attentive than you’ll ever be?”
Ryo replied with a grin of his own. “No. That you’re as blind as a bat and can’t see the obvious.”
He was going to further elaborate on said point, mainly about Ueda acquring a taste for vampiric musical idols, but he saw it coming. Ryo ducked his head just in time to avoid Ueda’s punch. It was playful, but Ueda tended to get a bit carried away with his punches (just ask Koki and his bruise after narrowly missing his cue during a Peak performance), but that was just it. “What, you think you can take me on or something, princess?” Ryo knew that Ueda’s arms were strong, but really, what could he possibly do-
“Oomph-!”
“Don’t ask for something you can’t handle, shortie.” Ueda murmured into his ear, straddling his waist.
Ryo harrumphed and turned his head to the side. “We’re the same height, moron.”
Ueda pressed a knee to his groin.
Ryo tried to scowl at Ueda and maybe flip them over, but Ueda repeated the motion and Ryo thought to himself that sometimes he liked his lovers feisty, anyway.
Cookies
Ryo stood at the doorway, smiling a smile that he hoped made Ueda think of Gackt’s resurrection. Not that he ever died. Or lived. Whatever. Who knew with that freak?
“Well, aren’t you going to let me in?”
Ueda stared at him, almost as if sizing him up. “And you’re here because?”
Ryo’s smile faltered. “Do I need a reason to visit a co-worker?”
Ueda raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow.
Ryo cursed inwardly. His GACKT LIVES smile wasn’t working the way he wanted it to, and he had practiced it for a week. Damnit. “Okay…” he admits, taking care to keep the grin from completely disappearing. “I actually came to give you this.”
Ueda blinked. This was apparently a small sack of something undeterminable. “You came here to poison me, didn’t you?”
Okay. That was it. Nobody appreciated him when he was being truly, genuinely nice.
“You know what, you fairy-loving pansy,” Ryo began his tirade, “you think you know everything. Well, see if you figure out what I’m trying to say here. I’m sorry for yelling at you last week when I came to visit you on the Real Face set and saw you mashing crotches with Jin. I’m sorry for not listening to Kamenashi when he told me you wanted to talk. I’m sorry for attack - no, lunging at Taguchi when I saw him lifting you up during rehearsals. I’m sorry for throwing onigiri at Nakamaru at lunch--”
“What?--”
“He was feeding you.” Ryo punctuated with a low growl.
“…You’re an idiot, Nishikido.”
Ryo glowered menacingly. If Ueda wasn’t looking particularly beautiful that day he would have punched him. Idiot was a word meant for Jin, clearly not him, not when he was trying to appease the man in front. He shoved the sack of cookies (yes, cookies) in Ueda’s hands and stomped away.
Ueda watched Ryo’s retreating back for a moment before tugging at the ribbon holding the small sack together. The aroma of freshly baked homemade angel cookies wafted into the air. He lifted one cookie to his lips and took a bite.
It was awful. He had to literally grasp his throat to keep from spitting it all out. But then he caught sight of a note on the inside.
Sorry, Tatsuya, it said.
Ueda shook his head and took another bite. This time it tasted a bit better.