[11/14/08] Unfinished Surprises
Title: Unfinished Surprises
Fandom: Butoukan (Johnny's Entertainment)
Characters: Yamamoto Ryota, the rest of Butoukan
Rating: G
Word Count: 641
A/N: For Yamamoto's birthday. ♥ Unbeta'd since no one was on. (Except hanabi94, but I don't want her reading this and thinking less of me.) Edits, anyone? Any suggestions as to how to make this all less awkward sounding?
edit: okay, thanks to hanabi94 for editing even though she wasn't suppose to read this. :(
Yamamoto had been anticipating this day. He had so been looking forward to spending the day with his closest friends, maybe heading over to a nearby karaoke box once dusk set in to sing their hearts out while additionally poking fun at each other's amateur-ish singing, ending the day at home where his family had prepared a cake (after many painstaking efforts from his younger brother who has the cooking skills of a duck). However, he wouldn't be able enjoy this day like he had planned. Yara had called. There has been a change of plans. They have practice.
As he walks into the building, he thinks his luck sort of sucks. He couldn't really blame the others, though. He didn't expect them to know when his birthday was after all.
Then, just when Yamamoto is about to reach the first crossroad of the hall, Senga, having run down the hallway perpendicular to the one Yamamoto is currently in, suddenly skids to a stop in front of him, startling the elder boy.
"You're here already!" Though Senga's breath is short and quick as if he's just run a marathon, his grin is wide and firmly in place. Yamamoto nods - though he thinks that statement is rather obvious - and waits as he presumes Senga has more to say. He is wrong. Senga just stands... and grins.
Yamamoto gives him an odd glance before shrugging it off. Senga's done more unusual things in the past. He steps to the side and heads down the direction that Senga just came from. Senga's eyes widen, and he frantically tries to think of something.
"W-wait!" he blurts out. "I want to show you my sea turtle monomane!"
Yamamoto's tone is monotonous. "I've already seen it." He attempts to keep moving on but is again halted by Senga.
"It's different! This time, I'm the egg!" He then promptly curls up into a ball and sits. The only movement he makes is his blinking. Yamamoto sort of wants to ask if Senga's parents ever dropped him on his head as a baby. Though that, of course, would be rude to Senga's parents.
He opts for slowly slipping past Senga which actually isn't all too difficult. He seems to have been really occupied with his role as a newly laid egg and is oblivious to everything else around him. Before Senga even realizes, Yamamoto has already reached their rehearsal room and pulled open the door.
Senga is a little slow on the draw. He quickly scrambles up and hovers behind Yamamoto, trying to decide if he should even bother covering Yamamoto's eyes at this point.
Yamamoto, on the other hand, seems a little confused. Anyone would be if greeted with such a site. Tsukada, who is seated on the confetti dotted floor, is tangled in an array of brightly colored streamers. Hamanaka, balancing atop a stool, holds a corner of a banner as Yara hands him the tape. They freeze as soon as they take note of Yamamoto positioned at the doorway.
When Yara notices Senga peeking out from behind Yamamoto's shoulder, he chucks down the roll of tape and points an accusing finger at the youngest of the group. "You can't even distract someone properly! What good are you?!" This time, Senga's grin is a timid one.
The five find themselves drowned in silence. None of them are really sure of what to say next, save Hamanaka who hops off his stool and says "Happy birthday!" with a smile that Yara hopes distracts from the unfinished preparations. Tsukada, still unable to untangle himself, tosses a handful of confetti into the air for the effect, and from behind, Senga nudges Yamamoto forward.
In the end, Yamamoto was able enjoy this special day with close friends after all. It certainly wasn't what he had predicted, but he wouldn't have preferred it any other way.
Fandom: Butoukan (Johnny's Entertainment)
Characters: Yamamoto Ryota, the rest of Butoukan
Rating: G
Word Count: 641
A/N: For Yamamoto's birthday. ♥ Unbeta'd since no one was on. (Except hanabi94, but I don't want her reading this and thinking less of me.) Edits, anyone? Any suggestions as to how to make this all less awkward sounding?
edit: okay, thanks to hanabi94 for editing even though she wasn't suppose to read this. :(
Yamamoto had been anticipating this day. He had so been looking forward to spending the day with his closest friends, maybe heading over to a nearby karaoke box once dusk set in to sing their hearts out while additionally poking fun at each other's amateur-ish singing, ending the day at home where his family had prepared a cake (after many painstaking efforts from his younger brother who has the cooking skills of a duck). However, he wouldn't be able enjoy this day like he had planned. Yara had called. There has been a change of plans. They have practice.
As he walks into the building, he thinks his luck sort of sucks. He couldn't really blame the others, though. He didn't expect them to know when his birthday was after all.
Then, just when Yamamoto is about to reach the first crossroad of the hall, Senga, having run down the hallway perpendicular to the one Yamamoto is currently in, suddenly skids to a stop in front of him, startling the elder boy.
"You're here already!" Though Senga's breath is short and quick as if he's just run a marathon, his grin is wide and firmly in place. Yamamoto nods - though he thinks that statement is rather obvious - and waits as he presumes Senga has more to say. He is wrong. Senga just stands... and grins.
Yamamoto gives him an odd glance before shrugging it off. Senga's done more unusual things in the past. He steps to the side and heads down the direction that Senga just came from. Senga's eyes widen, and he frantically tries to think of something.
"W-wait!" he blurts out. "I want to show you my sea turtle monomane!"
Yamamoto's tone is monotonous. "I've already seen it." He attempts to keep moving on but is again halted by Senga.
"It's different! This time, I'm the egg!" He then promptly curls up into a ball and sits. The only movement he makes is his blinking. Yamamoto sort of wants to ask if Senga's parents ever dropped him on his head as a baby. Though that, of course, would be rude to Senga's parents.
He opts for slowly slipping past Senga which actually isn't all too difficult. He seems to have been really occupied with his role as a newly laid egg and is oblivious to everything else around him. Before Senga even realizes, Yamamoto has already reached their rehearsal room and pulled open the door.
Senga is a little slow on the draw. He quickly scrambles up and hovers behind Yamamoto, trying to decide if he should even bother covering Yamamoto's eyes at this point.
Yamamoto, on the other hand, seems a little confused. Anyone would be if greeted with such a site. Tsukada, who is seated on the confetti dotted floor, is tangled in an array of brightly colored streamers. Hamanaka, balancing atop a stool, holds a corner of a banner as Yara hands him the tape. They freeze as soon as they take note of Yamamoto positioned at the doorway.
When Yara notices Senga peeking out from behind Yamamoto's shoulder, he chucks down the roll of tape and points an accusing finger at the youngest of the group. "You can't even distract someone properly! What good are you?!" This time, Senga's grin is a timid one.
The five find themselves drowned in silence. None of them are really sure of what to say next, save Hamanaka who hops off his stool and says "Happy birthday!" with a smile that Yara hopes distracts from the unfinished preparations. Tsukada, still unable to untangle himself, tosses a handful of confetti into the air for the effect, and from behind, Senga nudges Yamamoto forward.
In the end, Yamamoto was able enjoy this special day with close friends after all. It certainly wasn't what he had predicted, but he wouldn't have preferred it any other way.