Fanfiction - Behind The Scenes
Title: Behind The Scenes
Author: crazy_otaku911
Pairing: Ebikisu X Ebikisu - Various established (Nika/Senga, Miyata/Tama), implied (Tottsu/Kitayama, Senga/Tsuka, Fujigaya/Sanada), and other (Hasshi/Fujigaya) - but they are not limited to the aforementioned.
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Ebikisu writes their butai, abuses Skype and webcams, encourages jailbait, and causes Fujigaya to flail like a girl. But really, Kawai just likes being naked. ← Written under ridiculous assumptions such as Ebikisu actually controlling their script.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Slight language, implied jailbait-y tapping? and skewed reality.
A/N: Beta'd by shimizumiki ♥
Inspired greatly by flailinginlove's butai report thing. It was honestly too cracktastic sounding to not fic something. x:
Also greatly inspired by tottchupi, as seen below.
→ The Start of This:
crazy_otaku911: Omg, but it's like Ebikisu wrote this themselves. XD
tottchupi:...who knows with them XD
crazy_otaku911: XD I wouldn't put it past JE
tottchupi: They're like...on Skype... "You know what...let's just make this up the day before 8D"
→ The Actual Start:
“Tsuka, you have your elbow in my back...” Tottsu grumbled slightly, shifting the laptop around to try and make their slightly squished positions work. “This had better be worth it,” He added to the screen.
“You think it's any easier over here?” Kitayama raised an eyebrow at the webcam, just as uncomfortable, maybe even more so because he had a Nikaido directly on top of him. The rest of Ft2 was arranged around him, everyone's arm or foot in the wrong place and Goddamn, Taipi, your hair looks fine.
“Sorry~,” Tottsu gave him a small smile in apology, ducking a little to get Hasshi's hair out of his face. “Anyways!” He continued on in a businesslike tone. “We have a few things to go over. I emailed you the final script after going over it with Mis Snow Man. Do you have anything else to add?” They were mere days away from opening and Tottsu would like to have this all settled, once and for all. The dance segements seemed fine, untouched from their initial brainstorming. It was the rest of it that he worried over.
When Kitayama and Kawai put their heads together, there was always mayhem following in their wake. Add Goseki and Miyata and one was never sure what would happen next.
Sure enough, Kitayama was nodding, “Yeah. I totally do not like this scene with Hasshi and Taipi. Like, do they really need another one? It's so sappy too, who the hell wrote that?”
There was an indignant 'Hey!' on the Kisumai side, which seemed to be coming from Senga.
“You're kidding.” Kitayama directed that over his shoulder before turning back to the screen, nose wrinkled. “Seriously though, can we just take that out?”
“We'd have to replace it with something else, Mitsu.” Tottsu reminded him. “That's a good chunk of time you're trying to cut out. And if we're doing it this late in the game, it can't be complicated.”
“Let's just get naked~!” Kawai butted in with a loud guffaw.
“What the hell, Fumi!” It was Fujigaya's turn to nudge his way into the webcam's view, looking cross. “No!”
“I dunno, that sounds like fun.... Ne, Tama-chan?” That was Miyata's thoughtful input, his shoulder the only thing really in view above Yokoo.
“Guys, this is ridiculous!” Fujigaya complained, glancing sideways at Kitayama and then over at Ebi.
“Mmm~” Tottsu shrugged. Kitayama had a point, it wasn't like Fujigaya really needed another scene... “What's wrong with being naked?” He nodded, pausing to type up a few notes, grinning cheerfully.
“Hasshi is underaged!” Fujigaya insisted, huffing.
Tottsu's smile widened in amusement. Of all the people, Fujigaya? “So?”
Glancing over, he found Hasshi beaming at the laptop's screen. “ It's okay, Tai-chan~! We have that fighting scene, ne? That's our alone time~♥ You're already all over me!”
Fujigaya gaped for a moment before flushing. “It's part of the script!”
Kitayama yawned, nudging Fujigaya away. “I didn't see you trying to change that, yo~.”
Goseki scooted a little closer to Tottsu, peeking at the webcam with a small smirk. “If you want, Taipi, we can arrange for you and Hasshi to have some extra private time when you get back to Japan.”
Yokoo sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Not that I'm involved in this at all, but really, you do want Taisuke able to dance, don't you?”
There was sudden activity on Kisumai's end, Fujigaya flailing around and squalling incoherently. Things settled down after a minute or so, Kitayama straightening their laptop while Senga effectively squashed Fujigaya down onto the bedspread, giving them all a small wave.
“He's still underaged,” Fujigaya was grouching. At least that's what Tottsu assumed he was saying, it was slightly muffled.
“So is Senga, really.” It seemed to be Tsuka's turn to helpfully volunteer information.
Popping his head back up, Fujigaya gave him a glare, one that Tsuka was far too used to. It had only been nearly twelve years. “Senga's nearly twenty, Hasshi's only seventeen. That's nearly a Three Year Difference.” He stressed, as if they'd all dropped out of high school instead of just Nikaido and needed help with the numbers.
“But I'm a really old seventeen~!” Hasshi reassured him with the enthusiasm of an excitable dog, bouncing slightly.
“What are you calling old?” Kitayama's eyes narrowed, his tone lowering into the range of 'say something I want to hear or your costumes are all going to be lined with sandpaper'.
“You mean a big seventeen,” Tottsu corrected in any case, sending Fujigaya a wicked grin.
Fujigaya stared at Tottsu for a long moment before burying his face in his hands. “That is so wrong.” He groaned. Hasshi's reaction was no help.
“That too~”
And really, Fujigaya did not want to know why the youngest boy was smirking.
“Maybe the shower scene is a no-go,” Kitayama inserted thoughtfully. “I mean really, we don't want women fainting while we perform.”
“And by women, you mean Gaya-chan?” Tsuka broke in with the normal unflappable smile, one that Fujigaya was vowing to wipe off his face forever, though even the voice in the back of his head doubted that. He'd had Tsuka's smile in his life for nearly twelve years. He'd likely miss it.
“But Mitsu, I really think we should keep it...” Tottsu took over again, “I like the idea....and so far it's just Taipi. That's...what, eleven against one!”
“Actually-” Nikaido finally spoke up, sounding rather put out. “I don't know if I really want anyone seeing Senga like....well...”
“Oh come off it.” Goseki scoffed in disdain. “As if we haven't all see him like that.”
Nikaido choked, his face mimicking what Fujigaya had previously been wearing, an expression of complete horror.
“I definitely have.” Tsuka confirmed with a nod. Senga just laughed, waving the comment off.
“Tch,” It wasn't like anyone wanted to ask. In a unit that was created by Takizawa (who was admirably creative), lead by Yara (who was certifiably insane), and contained Yamamoto (who liked to be naked), things were bound to be questionable.
Nikaido was not so accepting. “I veto this.” He huffed, feeling rather indignant.
“You can't~!” Tottsu and Kitayama chorused together.
“You won't be there~”
“So it's not fair.”
“So we're going to get naked!” Kawai interrupted, taking over the keyboard to make his own notes. Tottsu sniffed, disliking the amount of emoticons that were appearing in his usually neat documents. “There. Final!”
“Okaaay~!” Nobody seemed to mind (Fujigaya and Nikado aside) and Hasshi seemed quite taken with the idea. “See you later, Tai-chan~” he added, blowing him a kiss.
“.......” There was no mistaking the pink that tinged Fujigaya's cheeks.
Kitayama snorted, rolling his eyes. “You have got it so bad.”
“I do not!” Fujigaya tore his eyes away from the screen, glowering at Kitayama. “He's underaged!”
“So?”
“I don't like jailbait!” Fujigaya yelled, flailing again.
“Since when...” It was the first time Tamamori had given any input, his head popping up over Nikaido's shoulder. Tottsu was amazed that they all somehow managed to fit on the same bed.
Yowling, Fujigaya tried to swat at Tamamori, unable to do so in his position. “I'm six years older then him, shut up!”
Tamamori was unperturbed. “Do you know how old he was when he was dating Takaki~?”
“Do not want!”
“He was less then fifteen, wasn't he?” Tamamori peered at the screen for confirmation.
“TAMAMORI!!!” Everyone fully enjoyed the spectrum of emotions flashing across Fujigaya's face. Horror seemed predominant, but there was plenty else there too.
“Actually~” Tottsu said thoughtfully, glancing at the baby of ABC-Z. “Weren't you around fourteen~?” He couldn't deny his own evil streak and Fujigaya really was asking for it.
“Yuuyan and I stared dating when I was thirteen~!” Hasshi chirped, nodding enthusiastically.
“Fuck you all....” Fujigaya buried his face in his hands.
Trying to hide a smirk, Kitayama clicked his tongue, feigning dismay. “Tsk, tsk, Taipi. If you really wanted to protect his innocence, you shouldn't be swearing in front of him.” He pretended to scold, his voice a good imitation of Yokoo, who rolled his eyes good naturedly but held his peace.
Thrashing up in indignation, Fujgiaya shoved Senga off the bed so he could attack Kitayama, Tottsu losing sight of them all because the laptop screen had been knocked over and they now had wonderful (if a bit jumpy) view of the ceiling. The noises sounded colorful enough (Fujigaya was swearing again).
“Guys, I can't see,” He called out, hoping someone would hear over the ruckus.
“Taisukeeeeee~!” They could hear Kitayama, still using that faux-innocent voice. “Don't be mad, I was just saying~!”
Senga's arms appeared around the edges of the camera's view and the laptop straightened, pointing at where Kitayama and Fujigaya were tangled up on the bed, Fujigaya trying his hardest to do...well, something. Nobody was really sure at this point, it just involved a lot of grunting and yanking on Kitayama's clothes. (Something that Kitayama seemed more then happy to do back.)
“You know,” Goseki said, leaning forward when there was a lull in activity. “I love you, Tai-chan, but really, why are you molesting him in front of little, underage Ryousuke?” He nodded to the side, where Hasshi was staring at them in confusion.
“I know!” Kawai snickered, “It's all that built up sexual tension. We have Hasshi. Not yoooooou. That's right, weeeeee do.” He made a show of petting Hasshi's arm and stroking his hair.
Hasshi's expression added an element of 'What the fuck?'.
Kawai's antics were enough of a distraction for Kitayama to roll and put Fujigaya into a headlock, smiling at the camera as he did so. Fujigaya was still swearing up a storm, incapacitated or not, and Tottsu decided that he might as well lay his trump card down.
“I still don't get why you're fussing,” He gave Fujigaya a reproving sort of look. “Weren't you sort of.....with Sanada?”
There was a pregnant pause as they all stared at Fujigaya.
Fujigaya looked like he wasn't receiving enough oxygen.
“......So you don't like jailbait, huh?” Kitayama remarked.
Fujigaya just lay there beneath him, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, no words forming but plenty of blush running across his cheeks.
“You know....” Tamamori opened his mouth, as if enough damage hadn't already been done. “I was Hasshi's age once... Taipi didn't seem to care much about it then either....Just...Just saying.” He mumbled. Over his shoulder, Miyata's normally calm expression had given way to one that say 'Who, what, where, when did this happen?'
It was unlikely he'd ever get the details on that though.
“I was nineteen!” Fujigaya squeaked, contemplating a solo career because after this was all said and done, he was going to murder them all.
Tottsu rubbed his eyes, noticing that Hasshi was drooping and Tsuka was trying to hide a yawn. Kawai and Goseki looked perfectly alright but Goseki was in a league of his own and Kawai was too busy feeding off of Fujigaya's embarrassment.
“Alright, I'll....see what I can do.” He announced dubiously. “We'll have to do a lot of cramming when you get back though.”
Kitayama smiled sheepishly. “Sorr~y.” Behind his back, Fujigaya had curled up into a tight ball on Yokoo and Senga and Tamamori were both trying to bewilderedly placate a dismayed Miyata and a rather grouchy Nikaido. Waving slightly, Kitayama grinned and ended the video call.
[Omake]
Fujigaya straggled into the building, coffee in hand, trying to muffle a yawn. He cursed everything from Yokoo's ringtone to Nikaido's disgusting sneakers for having to wake up so early. He hated mornings. Mornings needed to just not exist.
He had just shed his jacket and bag at the practice hall's doorway when a hand grabbed his and he found himself yanked out into the hallway and then into the adjacent room, a dark empty one. His kidnapper turned out to be none other then Hasshi, who had kicked the door shut behind them.
“Gocchi said he and Tottsu aren't going to be here for another half hour.” Hasshi told him cheerfully. “Wanna practice that fight scene?”
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A/N: Of all the things to write, this is purely ridiculous, but hey, I had fun with it. 99% of the dialogue/action used is based off of what tottchupi and I made up in our IM convo. It was amazing. And while I cannot write Hashimoto/Fujigaya pron, I am almost wondering if anyone else will write it because it sounds awesome.
Going to be, will fix tags on this tomorrow. 8D
Author: crazy_otaku911
Pairing: Ebikisu X Ebikisu - Various established (Nika/Senga, Miyata/Tama), implied (Tottsu/Kitayama, Senga/Tsuka, Fujigaya/Sanada), and other (Hasshi/Fujigaya) - but they are not limited to the aforementioned.
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Ebikisu writes their butai, abuses Skype and webcams, encourages jailbait, and causes Fujigaya to flail like a girl. But really, Kawai just likes being naked. ← Written under ridiculous assumptions such as Ebikisu actually controlling their script.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Slight language, implied jailbait-y tapping? and skewed reality.
A/N: Beta'd by shimizumiki ♥
Inspired greatly by flailinginlove's butai report thing. It was honestly too cracktastic sounding to not fic something. x:
Also greatly inspired by tottchupi, as seen below.
→ The Start of This:
crazy_otaku911: Omg, but it's like Ebikisu wrote this themselves. XD
tottchupi:...who knows with them XD
crazy_otaku911: XD I wouldn't put it past JE
tottchupi: They're like...on Skype... "You know what...let's just make this up the day before 8D"
→ The Actual Start:
“Tsuka, you have your elbow in my back...” Tottsu grumbled slightly, shifting the laptop around to try and make their slightly squished positions work. “This had better be worth it,” He added to the screen.
“You think it's any easier over here?” Kitayama raised an eyebrow at the webcam, just as uncomfortable, maybe even more so because he had a Nikaido directly on top of him. The rest of Ft2 was arranged around him, everyone's arm or foot in the wrong place and Goddamn, Taipi, your hair looks fine.
“Sorry~,” Tottsu gave him a small smile in apology, ducking a little to get Hasshi's hair out of his face. “Anyways!” He continued on in a businesslike tone. “We have a few things to go over. I emailed you the final script after going over it with Mis Snow Man. Do you have anything else to add?” They were mere days away from opening and Tottsu would like to have this all settled, once and for all. The dance segements seemed fine, untouched from their initial brainstorming. It was the rest of it that he worried over.
When Kitayama and Kawai put their heads together, there was always mayhem following in their wake. Add Goseki and Miyata and one was never sure what would happen next.
Sure enough, Kitayama was nodding, “Yeah. I totally do not like this scene with Hasshi and Taipi. Like, do they really need another one? It's so sappy too, who the hell wrote that?”
There was an indignant 'Hey!' on the Kisumai side, which seemed to be coming from Senga.
“You're kidding.” Kitayama directed that over his shoulder before turning back to the screen, nose wrinkled. “Seriously though, can we just take that out?”
“We'd have to replace it with something else, Mitsu.” Tottsu reminded him. “That's a good chunk of time you're trying to cut out. And if we're doing it this late in the game, it can't be complicated.”
“Let's just get naked~!” Kawai butted in with a loud guffaw.
“What the hell, Fumi!” It was Fujigaya's turn to nudge his way into the webcam's view, looking cross. “No!”
“I dunno, that sounds like fun.... Ne, Tama-chan?” That was Miyata's thoughtful input, his shoulder the only thing really in view above Yokoo.
“Guys, this is ridiculous!” Fujigaya complained, glancing sideways at Kitayama and then over at Ebi.
“Mmm~” Tottsu shrugged. Kitayama had a point, it wasn't like Fujigaya really needed another scene... “What's wrong with being naked?” He nodded, pausing to type up a few notes, grinning cheerfully.
“Hasshi is underaged!” Fujigaya insisted, huffing.
Tottsu's smile widened in amusement. Of all the people, Fujigaya? “So?”
Glancing over, he found Hasshi beaming at the laptop's screen. “ It's okay, Tai-chan~! We have that fighting scene, ne? That's our alone time~♥ You're already all over me!”
Fujigaya gaped for a moment before flushing. “It's part of the script!”
Kitayama yawned, nudging Fujigaya away. “I didn't see you trying to change that, yo~.”
Goseki scooted a little closer to Tottsu, peeking at the webcam with a small smirk. “If you want, Taipi, we can arrange for you and Hasshi to have some extra private time when you get back to Japan.”
Yokoo sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Not that I'm involved in this at all, but really, you do want Taisuke able to dance, don't you?”
There was sudden activity on Kisumai's end, Fujigaya flailing around and squalling incoherently. Things settled down after a minute or so, Kitayama straightening their laptop while Senga effectively squashed Fujigaya down onto the bedspread, giving them all a small wave.
“He's still underaged,” Fujigaya was grouching. At least that's what Tottsu assumed he was saying, it was slightly muffled.
“So is Senga, really.” It seemed to be Tsuka's turn to helpfully volunteer information.
Popping his head back up, Fujigaya gave him a glare, one that Tsuka was far too used to. It had only been nearly twelve years. “Senga's nearly twenty, Hasshi's only seventeen. That's nearly a Three Year Difference.” He stressed, as if they'd all dropped out of high school instead of just Nikaido and needed help with the numbers.
“But I'm a really old seventeen~!” Hasshi reassured him with the enthusiasm of an excitable dog, bouncing slightly.
“What are you calling old?” Kitayama's eyes narrowed, his tone lowering into the range of 'say something I want to hear or your costumes are all going to be lined with sandpaper'.
“You mean a big seventeen,” Tottsu corrected in any case, sending Fujigaya a wicked grin.
Fujigaya stared at Tottsu for a long moment before burying his face in his hands. “That is so wrong.” He groaned. Hasshi's reaction was no help.
“That too~”
And really, Fujigaya did not want to know why the youngest boy was smirking.
“Maybe the shower scene is a no-go,” Kitayama inserted thoughtfully. “I mean really, we don't want women fainting while we perform.”
“And by women, you mean Gaya-chan?” Tsuka broke in with the normal unflappable smile, one that Fujigaya was vowing to wipe off his face forever, though even the voice in the back of his head doubted that. He'd had Tsuka's smile in his life for nearly twelve years. He'd likely miss it.
“But Mitsu, I really think we should keep it...” Tottsu took over again, “I like the idea....and so far it's just Taipi. That's...what, eleven against one!”
“Actually-” Nikaido finally spoke up, sounding rather put out. “I don't know if I really want anyone seeing Senga like....well...”
“Oh come off it.” Goseki scoffed in disdain. “As if we haven't all see him like that.”
Nikaido choked, his face mimicking what Fujigaya had previously been wearing, an expression of complete horror.
“I definitely have.” Tsuka confirmed with a nod. Senga just laughed, waving the comment off.
“Tch,” It wasn't like anyone wanted to ask. In a unit that was created by Takizawa (who was admirably creative), lead by Yara (who was certifiably insane), and contained Yamamoto (who liked to be naked), things were bound to be questionable.
Nikaido was not so accepting. “I veto this.” He huffed, feeling rather indignant.
“You can't~!” Tottsu and Kitayama chorused together.
“You won't be there~”
“So it's not fair.”
“So we're going to get naked!” Kawai interrupted, taking over the keyboard to make his own notes. Tottsu sniffed, disliking the amount of emoticons that were appearing in his usually neat documents. “There. Final!”
“Okaaay~!” Nobody seemed to mind (Fujigaya and Nikado aside) and Hasshi seemed quite taken with the idea. “See you later, Tai-chan~” he added, blowing him a kiss.
“.......” There was no mistaking the pink that tinged Fujigaya's cheeks.
Kitayama snorted, rolling his eyes. “You have got it so bad.”
“I do not!” Fujigaya tore his eyes away from the screen, glowering at Kitayama. “He's underaged!”
“So?”
“I don't like jailbait!” Fujigaya yelled, flailing again.
“Since when...” It was the first time Tamamori had given any input, his head popping up over Nikaido's shoulder. Tottsu was amazed that they all somehow managed to fit on the same bed.
Yowling, Fujigaya tried to swat at Tamamori, unable to do so in his position. “I'm six years older then him, shut up!”
Tamamori was unperturbed. “Do you know how old he was when he was dating Takaki~?”
“Do not want!”
“He was less then fifteen, wasn't he?” Tamamori peered at the screen for confirmation.
“TAMAMORI!!!” Everyone fully enjoyed the spectrum of emotions flashing across Fujigaya's face. Horror seemed predominant, but there was plenty else there too.
“Actually~” Tottsu said thoughtfully, glancing at the baby of ABC-Z. “Weren't you around fourteen~?” He couldn't deny his own evil streak and Fujigaya really was asking for it.
“Yuuyan and I stared dating when I was thirteen~!” Hasshi chirped, nodding enthusiastically.
“Fuck you all....” Fujigaya buried his face in his hands.
Trying to hide a smirk, Kitayama clicked his tongue, feigning dismay. “Tsk, tsk, Taipi. If you really wanted to protect his innocence, you shouldn't be swearing in front of him.” He pretended to scold, his voice a good imitation of Yokoo, who rolled his eyes good naturedly but held his peace.
Thrashing up in indignation, Fujgiaya shoved Senga off the bed so he could attack Kitayama, Tottsu losing sight of them all because the laptop screen had been knocked over and they now had wonderful (if a bit jumpy) view of the ceiling. The noises sounded colorful enough (Fujigaya was swearing again).
“Guys, I can't see,” He called out, hoping someone would hear over the ruckus.
“Taisukeeeeee~!” They could hear Kitayama, still using that faux-innocent voice. “Don't be mad, I was just saying~!”
Senga's arms appeared around the edges of the camera's view and the laptop straightened, pointing at where Kitayama and Fujigaya were tangled up on the bed, Fujigaya trying his hardest to do...well, something. Nobody was really sure at this point, it just involved a lot of grunting and yanking on Kitayama's clothes. (Something that Kitayama seemed more then happy to do back.)
“You know,” Goseki said, leaning forward when there was a lull in activity. “I love you, Tai-chan, but really, why are you molesting him in front of little, underage Ryousuke?” He nodded to the side, where Hasshi was staring at them in confusion.
“I know!” Kawai snickered, “It's all that built up sexual tension. We have Hasshi. Not yoooooou. That's right, weeeeee do.” He made a show of petting Hasshi's arm and stroking his hair.
Hasshi's expression added an element of 'What the fuck?'.
Kawai's antics were enough of a distraction for Kitayama to roll and put Fujigaya into a headlock, smiling at the camera as he did so. Fujigaya was still swearing up a storm, incapacitated or not, and Tottsu decided that he might as well lay his trump card down.
“I still don't get why you're fussing,” He gave Fujigaya a reproving sort of look. “Weren't you sort of.....with Sanada?”
There was a pregnant pause as they all stared at Fujigaya.
Fujigaya looked like he wasn't receiving enough oxygen.
“......So you don't like jailbait, huh?” Kitayama remarked.
Fujigaya just lay there beneath him, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, no words forming but plenty of blush running across his cheeks.
“You know....” Tamamori opened his mouth, as if enough damage hadn't already been done. “I was Hasshi's age once... Taipi didn't seem to care much about it then either....Just...Just saying.” He mumbled. Over his shoulder, Miyata's normally calm expression had given way to one that say 'Who, what, where, when did this happen?'
It was unlikely he'd ever get the details on that though.
“I was nineteen!” Fujigaya squeaked, contemplating a solo career because after this was all said and done, he was going to murder them all.
Tottsu rubbed his eyes, noticing that Hasshi was drooping and Tsuka was trying to hide a yawn. Kawai and Goseki looked perfectly alright but Goseki was in a league of his own and Kawai was too busy feeding off of Fujigaya's embarrassment.
“Alright, I'll....see what I can do.” He announced dubiously. “We'll have to do a lot of cramming when you get back though.”
Kitayama smiled sheepishly. “Sorr~y.” Behind his back, Fujigaya had curled up into a tight ball on Yokoo and Senga and Tamamori were both trying to bewilderedly placate a dismayed Miyata and a rather grouchy Nikaido. Waving slightly, Kitayama grinned and ended the video call.
[Omake]
Fujigaya straggled into the building, coffee in hand, trying to muffle a yawn. He cursed everything from Yokoo's ringtone to Nikaido's disgusting sneakers for having to wake up so early. He hated mornings. Mornings needed to just not exist.
He had just shed his jacket and bag at the practice hall's doorway when a hand grabbed his and he found himself yanked out into the hallway and then into the adjacent room, a dark empty one. His kidnapper turned out to be none other then Hasshi, who had kicked the door shut behind them.
“Gocchi said he and Tottsu aren't going to be here for another half hour.” Hasshi told him cheerfully. “Wanna practice that fight scene?”
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A/N: Of all the things to write, this is purely ridiculous, but hey, I had fun with it. 99% of the dialogue/action used is based off of what tottchupi and I made up in our IM convo. It was amazing. And while I cannot write Hashimoto/Fujigaya pron, I am almost wondering if anyone else will write it because it sounds awesome.
Going to be, will fix tags on this tomorrow. 8D