I'll always be here to insult your hair
Title: I’ll always be here to insult your hair
Pairing: Ryo/Shige
Rating: PG13 for language
Notes: For liliths-child for help-pilipinas. I hope you like it!♥ The prompt was “Shige being pissed off about Ryo leaving, and Ryo trying to beg his forgiveness.” This eventually happens, sort of. A bit.
“Well. You’ve all been getting along fabulously, I see,” Ryo remarked, flipping through the magazines for February. He was lying on his stomach on the carpet in front of the TV, staying low enough so that Shige could still see the screen from the couch. Yamashita’s new drama was on and Ryo had apparently felt it his duty to force Shige to watch it. Ryo was barely paying attention (“An uplifting drama about a funeral parlor? It makes me feel weird. No, Shige, I don’t care what you think, you’re watching it. Pay attention, take notes.”) and occupied himself ridiculing all of NEWS’ latest interviews.
“I mean, seriously? What Koyama likes about you is your very existence? That’s the lamest thing I’ve heard today and I’ve spent all evening with you.”
Shige looked up from the pile of papers he was leafing through - possible songs for their first single as a four person unit and he would have quite liked to talk to Ryo about them only the other had shown the most massive disinterest humanly possible. Shige had honestly believed people stopped putting their fingers in their ears and singing at the top of their voice when they were older than, oh, about six - to aim an empty plastic bottle in Ryo’s general direction.
“Hey!” Shige’s aim was quite good when he wasn’t really trying. “Anyway,” Ryo continued, “when did NEWS become the group of flowers and rainbows and sunshine shining out of everyone’s ass?”
“Actually,” Shige said slowly, “we always have been. You just never got the memo.”
“Oh.”
“Probably because you were too busy making out with your other group, to be honest.”
“I never - !” Ryo started indignantly. “Wait, who told you that?”
Shige looked up to smirk at him. Ryo threw the issue of Potato at his face but magazines were lousy objects to throw. (Or his aim was worse than Shige’s, but that was clearly a crap explanation.)
“Stop hanging out with my group,” Ryo bitched, twisting around so that he could fold his arms over his chest and glare at Shige properly. Shige didn’t have the heart to tell him that lying on the floor and glaring up at him probably didn’t quite have the effect he was hoping for.
“Hanging out with you counts for hanging out with your group though,” Shige countered. “Maybe you should leave while you can.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s raining out there. Also I don’t tell you dirty lies about me kissing people. Who was it? Was it Maru-chan? You know you can’t trust him, right?”
“It was about half your group, actually. And I’m inclined to believe them over you, just because they’re nicer to me.”
Ryo huffed. “That’s not even possible. I’m always thinking of Shige.”
“Creepy stalker,” Shige replied, nudging Ryo’s leg with his foot until he smacked him away. “And you don’t, you know. You haven’t even congratulated me on my book yet.”
“I think you feel good enough about that without me inflating your ego even further,” Ryo remarked. Shige frowned.
“Just because I’m ambitious -,”
Ryo raised his eyebrows. “Don’t talk to me about ambitious. I’ve been ambitious enough to last me about two lifetimes. Now I choose sleep.” He grappled around for the empty water bottle and threw it back at Shige.
“Sleep?” Shige scoffed. “The only reason you don’t get enough sleep is because you do stupid things like going surfing at four in the morning.”
Ryo shrugged. “Enjoying myself then. Having a life. And anyway, I did think of you. I told Massu to congratulate you for me.”
“… Is that what the constant mocking about my name change was about?”
“No?” Ryo tried and grinned when Shige glared at him. “I don’t know, I just told him to have fun with it. Personally, I would have commented on your hair, but we can’t all be me.”
“Creepily obsessed with my hair?”
“The pinnacle of awesome.”
“Never would have guessed that one,” Shige said, rolling his eyes. “… What would you have said about my hair?” Shige didn’t really know why he asked that (the answer was invariably “it’s stupid and so is your face”) and he really wished he hadn’t, because Ryo grinned the smuggest grin he’d ever grinned.
“That it matches your stupid face and your pretentious name and whether you were going to a katakana hair dresser these days.”
“… Admittedly more original than I was expecting.”
“Right? I should write a book too,” Ryo answered comfortably, folding his arms behind his head and grinning up at Shige.
Shige snorted and reached for the remote to the turn the TV off. No one was really watching anyway and it was a waste of electricity.
“Hey!” Ryo protested. “You were watching that.”
“I really wasn’t.”
Ryo pouted.
“You’re fantastically ugly when you do that.”
“Still better looking than you. Shige,” Ryo whined and climbed up on the couch to harass Shige from closer up.
“Stop draping yourself all over me,” Shige complained, trying to shake Ryo off. He was a clingy fucker, though. “Go kiss your own group members.”
Ryo’s face did something strange, but Shige pushed that thought away. Ryo’s face did strange things all the damn time.
“Are you still pissed?” Ryo asked carefully.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Why the hell not?”
“Why, really?”
Shige sighed and dumped the rest of the papers he’d still been halfheartedly looking through on the coffee table.
“Don’t be a girl, Shige,” Ryo chided, resting his head against Shige’s shoulder. Probably out of a completely misjudged notion that it was endearing, the dick.
“Fine. I just. I really hate that you left because of Yamashita and didn’t stay because of me. And then you come here and you’re all clingy, like the incredible attention seeking ass you always are, and it’s almost like it’s the same only it’s not, and I,” Shige stopped talking then because he was balling his hands into fists and he was starting to realize he wasn’t really making any sense and would probably make even less of it if allowed to continue. Ryo blinked and set up a little straighter. Or at least slouched in a direction that didn’t press him close against Shige’s side. He was suddenly terribly interested in his own hands.
“I just couldn’t anymore, Shige. It was a way out, a way to make things easier and I took it. You know, I was holding things back. And I couldn’t split myself up all the time anymore.” He paused, pulling at a loose string on his pants. “And anyway, this - this, you know, whatever this is - with you and me is bigger than that. Bigger than wearing matching sparkly outfits and telling you I love you in magazine interviews so a legion of fangirls can spontaneously orgasm, or whatever the hell it is that they do. And it’s less than that. It’s just, you know. You and me.
Shige carefully, hesitantly, put his hand over Ryo’s. “Do you regret leaving sometimes?”
“It’s weird to see the four of you sing our songs. And, you know, I won’t be able to ruin your solos anymore in the dressing room, I’ll miss that.”
Shige laughed. “I’ll send you the lyrics. Kanjani8 need to be properly educated in solos anyway.”
“Ha. No way I’m getting myself into that. I seriously don’t want to find myself up on stage one day wondering why the hell we’re doing a seven person version of Chirarizumu,” Ryo said vehemently.
“You’ve done worse than that,” Shige said. “I was there for the countdown footage, remember.”
“They made me do that,” Ryo claimed, hiding his face against Shige’s arm.
“Made you, my ass. You looked ecstatic to be prancing about in that get up.”
“I was just laughing in my head at everyone being dressed as vegetables, I swear,” Ryo said, groaning.
“Don’t bother, Ryo-chan,” Shige advised. “You chose the crazies. Any dignity you had managed to keep up until that point has simply evaporated.”
“Hey!” Ryo protested, doing his best to look upset with Shige smiling like that.
“It’s true. I mean, even Massu makes a better poison tongue than you did.”
“Huh.” Ryo frowned. “Well, you’ll just have to be dignified for the both of us then, mister serious author.”
“I’ll do my best,” Shige promised, shifting slightly so they managed to sit even closer together.
“I’ll take you to Osaka with me,” Ryo said. “The others will like that. You can be my dignified shadow.”
Shige laughed. “Fine. But first,” he said, leaning forward to pick up the pile of papers again. “I need to make NEWS great again.”
“Right,” Ryo said, settling back against him. “I’ll tell you which songs are really stupid and then you can go and do those. Don’t argue, I like this plan.”
Pairing: Ryo/Shige
Rating: PG13 for language
Notes: For liliths-child for help-pilipinas. I hope you like it!♥ The prompt was “Shige being pissed off about Ryo leaving, and Ryo trying to beg his forgiveness.” This eventually happens, sort of. A bit.
“Well. You’ve all been getting along fabulously, I see,” Ryo remarked, flipping through the magazines for February. He was lying on his stomach on the carpet in front of the TV, staying low enough so that Shige could still see the screen from the couch. Yamashita’s new drama was on and Ryo had apparently felt it his duty to force Shige to watch it. Ryo was barely paying attention (“An uplifting drama about a funeral parlor? It makes me feel weird. No, Shige, I don’t care what you think, you’re watching it. Pay attention, take notes.”) and occupied himself ridiculing all of NEWS’ latest interviews.
“I mean, seriously? What Koyama likes about you is your very existence? That’s the lamest thing I’ve heard today and I’ve spent all evening with you.”
Shige looked up from the pile of papers he was leafing through - possible songs for their first single as a four person unit and he would have quite liked to talk to Ryo about them only the other had shown the most massive disinterest humanly possible. Shige had honestly believed people stopped putting their fingers in their ears and singing at the top of their voice when they were older than, oh, about six - to aim an empty plastic bottle in Ryo’s general direction.
“Hey!” Shige’s aim was quite good when he wasn’t really trying. “Anyway,” Ryo continued, “when did NEWS become the group of flowers and rainbows and sunshine shining out of everyone’s ass?”
“Actually,” Shige said slowly, “we always have been. You just never got the memo.”
“Oh.”
“Probably because you were too busy making out with your other group, to be honest.”
“I never - !” Ryo started indignantly. “Wait, who told you that?”
Shige looked up to smirk at him. Ryo threw the issue of Potato at his face but magazines were lousy objects to throw. (Or his aim was worse than Shige’s, but that was clearly a crap explanation.)
“Stop hanging out with my group,” Ryo bitched, twisting around so that he could fold his arms over his chest and glare at Shige properly. Shige didn’t have the heart to tell him that lying on the floor and glaring up at him probably didn’t quite have the effect he was hoping for.
“Hanging out with you counts for hanging out with your group though,” Shige countered. “Maybe you should leave while you can.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s raining out there. Also I don’t tell you dirty lies about me kissing people. Who was it? Was it Maru-chan? You know you can’t trust him, right?”
“It was about half your group, actually. And I’m inclined to believe them over you, just because they’re nicer to me.”
Ryo huffed. “That’s not even possible. I’m always thinking of Shige.”
“Creepy stalker,” Shige replied, nudging Ryo’s leg with his foot until he smacked him away. “And you don’t, you know. You haven’t even congratulated me on my book yet.”
“I think you feel good enough about that without me inflating your ego even further,” Ryo remarked. Shige frowned.
“Just because I’m ambitious -,”
Ryo raised his eyebrows. “Don’t talk to me about ambitious. I’ve been ambitious enough to last me about two lifetimes. Now I choose sleep.” He grappled around for the empty water bottle and threw it back at Shige.
“Sleep?” Shige scoffed. “The only reason you don’t get enough sleep is because you do stupid things like going surfing at four in the morning.”
Ryo shrugged. “Enjoying myself then. Having a life. And anyway, I did think of you. I told Massu to congratulate you for me.”
“… Is that what the constant mocking about my name change was about?”
“No?” Ryo tried and grinned when Shige glared at him. “I don’t know, I just told him to have fun with it. Personally, I would have commented on your hair, but we can’t all be me.”
“Creepily obsessed with my hair?”
“The pinnacle of awesome.”
“Never would have guessed that one,” Shige said, rolling his eyes. “… What would you have said about my hair?” Shige didn’t really know why he asked that (the answer was invariably “it’s stupid and so is your face”) and he really wished he hadn’t, because Ryo grinned the smuggest grin he’d ever grinned.
“That it matches your stupid face and your pretentious name and whether you were going to a katakana hair dresser these days.”
“… Admittedly more original than I was expecting.”
“Right? I should write a book too,” Ryo answered comfortably, folding his arms behind his head and grinning up at Shige.
Shige snorted and reached for the remote to the turn the TV off. No one was really watching anyway and it was a waste of electricity.
“Hey!” Ryo protested. “You were watching that.”
“I really wasn’t.”
Ryo pouted.
“You’re fantastically ugly when you do that.”
“Still better looking than you. Shige,” Ryo whined and climbed up on the couch to harass Shige from closer up.
“Stop draping yourself all over me,” Shige complained, trying to shake Ryo off. He was a clingy fucker, though. “Go kiss your own group members.”
Ryo’s face did something strange, but Shige pushed that thought away. Ryo’s face did strange things all the damn time.
“Are you still pissed?” Ryo asked carefully.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Why the hell not?”
“Why, really?”
Shige sighed and dumped the rest of the papers he’d still been halfheartedly looking through on the coffee table.
“Don’t be a girl, Shige,” Ryo chided, resting his head against Shige’s shoulder. Probably out of a completely misjudged notion that it was endearing, the dick.
“Fine. I just. I really hate that you left because of Yamashita and didn’t stay because of me. And then you come here and you’re all clingy, like the incredible attention seeking ass you always are, and it’s almost like it’s the same only it’s not, and I,” Shige stopped talking then because he was balling his hands into fists and he was starting to realize he wasn’t really making any sense and would probably make even less of it if allowed to continue. Ryo blinked and set up a little straighter. Or at least slouched in a direction that didn’t press him close against Shige’s side. He was suddenly terribly interested in his own hands.
“I just couldn’t anymore, Shige. It was a way out, a way to make things easier and I took it. You know, I was holding things back. And I couldn’t split myself up all the time anymore.” He paused, pulling at a loose string on his pants. “And anyway, this - this, you know, whatever this is - with you and me is bigger than that. Bigger than wearing matching sparkly outfits and telling you I love you in magazine interviews so a legion of fangirls can spontaneously orgasm, or whatever the hell it is that they do. And it’s less than that. It’s just, you know. You and me.
Shige carefully, hesitantly, put his hand over Ryo’s. “Do you regret leaving sometimes?”
“It’s weird to see the four of you sing our songs. And, you know, I won’t be able to ruin your solos anymore in the dressing room, I’ll miss that.”
Shige laughed. “I’ll send you the lyrics. Kanjani8 need to be properly educated in solos anyway.”
“Ha. No way I’m getting myself into that. I seriously don’t want to find myself up on stage one day wondering why the hell we’re doing a seven person version of Chirarizumu,” Ryo said vehemently.
“You’ve done worse than that,” Shige said. “I was there for the countdown footage, remember.”
“They made me do that,” Ryo claimed, hiding his face against Shige’s arm.
“Made you, my ass. You looked ecstatic to be prancing about in that get up.”
“I was just laughing in my head at everyone being dressed as vegetables, I swear,” Ryo said, groaning.
“Don’t bother, Ryo-chan,” Shige advised. “You chose the crazies. Any dignity you had managed to keep up until that point has simply evaporated.”
“Hey!” Ryo protested, doing his best to look upset with Shige smiling like that.
“It’s true. I mean, even Massu makes a better poison tongue than you did.”
“Huh.” Ryo frowned. “Well, you’ll just have to be dignified for the both of us then, mister serious author.”
“I’ll do my best,” Shige promised, shifting slightly so they managed to sit even closer together.
“I’ll take you to Osaka with me,” Ryo said. “The others will like that. You can be my dignified shadow.”
Shige laughed. “Fine. But first,” he said, leaning forward to pick up the pile of papers again. “I need to make NEWS great again.”
“Right,” Ryo said, settling back against him. “I’ll tell you which songs are really stupid and then you can go and do those. Don’t argue, I like this plan.”