[fic] A Promise Worth Keeping [1/?]
title: A Promise Worth Keeping
chapter: 1/?
genre: drama
rating: PG-13
band/pairing: SCREW; hinted Byou x Kazuki x Manabu
word count: 702
warnings: light m/m contact
disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, completely unauthorized
summary: Manabu had made a promise to himself....
comments: Continuing from yesterday. Running late today because it's been one of those days. Also, I'm tentatively calling this 2 of 12, though I'm not sure if it will actually run that long or not.
~*~*~
The problem with joining Kazuki and Byou's shopping trip was that he didn't really have any interest in the stores where Kazuki kept stopping. For once, he couldn't really think of anything he needed to have so badly that he had to spend Byou's money to get it.
“Mou, Macchan, you're supposed to be helping me but you haven't even bought anything!” Kazuki complained, pouting at him.
“Oh hush. You're spending plenty and we haven't even gone to dinner yet,” Byou said, tugging on a longer strand of red. Which did nothing to wipe away Kazuki's pout, though he seemed to cheer up quickly enough when they turned the corner.
“Perfect! I'll bet I can find something you won't be able to resist at this store,” Kazuki said, tugging on Manabu's sleeve. “And hey, there's a really good ramen shop just up the block if you want to stop there afterwards, Macchan.”
“And then crepes afterwards?” Manabu asked, turning hopeful eyes to Byou. It was one thing for Kazuki to so effortlessly abuse the older man's wallet, but Manabu couldn't be so casual with his sempai, not yet. Maybe when he had been in the band longer than a few weeks ... but probably not.
“Manabu-kun can have anything he likes,” Byou agreed, ruffling his hair and grinning. The gesture should have annoyed him, but coming from Byou somehow made it okay. Especially perhaps since it was coupled with an indulgent sort of smile that he didn't see Byou use with anyone else. The sort of smile that said Manabu was someone special.
“Thank you, Byou-san.”
“Hey, we said you were picking dinner, if you want crepes, of course you can have them!” Kazuki added, tugging him forward again, into the chosen clothing shop. Unsurprisingly, the clothes were bright, flashy, and very much fitting to Kazuki's outgoing personality. Certainly he was enjoying watching the other guitarist flittering about the store, pulling out items and holding them up against his own torso. Somehow, it seemed like everything Kazuki was choosing was supposed to be worn by a girl, but Manabu couldn't bring himself to say anything about it. If his sempai hadn't noticed, it would be rude to point it out to him. And if he had, well, that would still be rude, possibly worse.
“Oh, oh, how about this?” Kazuki said suddenly, reappearing from around a corner holding up what was either shorts or a very short skirt with criss-crossing straps on front and back. “What do you think, Macchan? Bet you'd look good in something like this~”
Manabu just smiled and shook his head. He'd made a promise to himself to leave that part of himself in the past, now that he had a fresh start on life. It was a promise he meant to keep.
“No? Boo, you're being no fun today, Macchan. And after those promises you made in the coffee shop, too,” the older guitarist said, pouting again.
“It's more your sort of thing, though, isn't it? Don't you think so, Byou-sempai?”
“Hmm, he's right, Zukky, this whole store is more your style than Macchan's. Just like the last one. And the one before. And the one before that,” Byou teased, one arm slung loosely around Manabu. It felt strange to have the other man so close when they weren't on stage. He knew Byou and Kazuki ... played together, but so far the blond vocalist hadn't shown any interest in him, not like that, anyway. But now it seemed something had changed, even if Manabu couldn't quite put his finger on what or how.
“Just trying to find something saucy for him, what with his promise to thank me and all,” Kazuki purred, putting aside the skirt to saunter up to them, curling a hand into the front of Manabu's shirt. His bravado was apparently coming back to bite him on the ass. So much for being a good boy.
“At least try it on for me, Macchan?” the other guitarist pleaded, looking entirely too innocently earnest.
“And sempai calls me a brat,” he mumbled, taking the skirt and heading for a changing room. He really was going to have to be more careful around these two in the future.
chapter: 1/?
genre: drama
rating: PG-13
band/pairing: SCREW; hinted Byou x Kazuki x Manabu
word count: 702
warnings: light m/m contact
disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, completely unauthorized
summary: Manabu had made a promise to himself....
comments: Continuing from yesterday. Running late today because it's been one of those days. Also, I'm tentatively calling this 2 of 12, though I'm not sure if it will actually run that long or not.
~*~*~
The problem with joining Kazuki and Byou's shopping trip was that he didn't really have any interest in the stores where Kazuki kept stopping. For once, he couldn't really think of anything he needed to have so badly that he had to spend Byou's money to get it.
“Mou, Macchan, you're supposed to be helping me but you haven't even bought anything!” Kazuki complained, pouting at him.
“Oh hush. You're spending plenty and we haven't even gone to dinner yet,” Byou said, tugging on a longer strand of red. Which did nothing to wipe away Kazuki's pout, though he seemed to cheer up quickly enough when they turned the corner.
“Perfect! I'll bet I can find something you won't be able to resist at this store,” Kazuki said, tugging on Manabu's sleeve. “And hey, there's a really good ramen shop just up the block if you want to stop there afterwards, Macchan.”
“And then crepes afterwards?” Manabu asked, turning hopeful eyes to Byou. It was one thing for Kazuki to so effortlessly abuse the older man's wallet, but Manabu couldn't be so casual with his sempai, not yet. Maybe when he had been in the band longer than a few weeks ... but probably not.
“Manabu-kun can have anything he likes,” Byou agreed, ruffling his hair and grinning. The gesture should have annoyed him, but coming from Byou somehow made it okay. Especially perhaps since it was coupled with an indulgent sort of smile that he didn't see Byou use with anyone else. The sort of smile that said Manabu was someone special.
“Thank you, Byou-san.”
“Hey, we said you were picking dinner, if you want crepes, of course you can have them!” Kazuki added, tugging him forward again, into the chosen clothing shop. Unsurprisingly, the clothes were bright, flashy, and very much fitting to Kazuki's outgoing personality. Certainly he was enjoying watching the other guitarist flittering about the store, pulling out items and holding them up against his own torso. Somehow, it seemed like everything Kazuki was choosing was supposed to be worn by a girl, but Manabu couldn't bring himself to say anything about it. If his sempai hadn't noticed, it would be rude to point it out to him. And if he had, well, that would still be rude, possibly worse.
“Oh, oh, how about this?” Kazuki said suddenly, reappearing from around a corner holding up what was either shorts or a very short skirt with criss-crossing straps on front and back. “What do you think, Macchan? Bet you'd look good in something like this~”
Manabu just smiled and shook his head. He'd made a promise to himself to leave that part of himself in the past, now that he had a fresh start on life. It was a promise he meant to keep.
“No? Boo, you're being no fun today, Macchan. And after those promises you made in the coffee shop, too,” the older guitarist said, pouting again.
“It's more your sort of thing, though, isn't it? Don't you think so, Byou-sempai?”
“Hmm, he's right, Zukky, this whole store is more your style than Macchan's. Just like the last one. And the one before. And the one before that,” Byou teased, one arm slung loosely around Manabu. It felt strange to have the other man so close when they weren't on stage. He knew Byou and Kazuki ... played together, but so far the blond vocalist hadn't shown any interest in him, not like that, anyway. But now it seemed something had changed, even if Manabu couldn't quite put his finger on what or how.
“Just trying to find something saucy for him, what with his promise to thank me and all,” Kazuki purred, putting aside the skirt to saunter up to them, curling a hand into the front of Manabu's shirt. His bravado was apparently coming back to bite him on the ass. So much for being a good boy.
“At least try it on for me, Macchan?” the other guitarist pleaded, looking entirely too innocently earnest.
“And sempai calls me a brat,” he mumbled, taking the skirt and heading for a changing room. He really was going to have to be more careful around these two in the future.