5 times Keito asked Yabu for advice + 1 time he didn't (or something like that)
Title: 5 times Keito asked Yabu for advice + 1 time he didn't (or something like that)
Author: spork_power
Fandom: Hey! Say! JUMP
Pairing: Yamajima
Rating: PG-13 for impliacations
Word Count: 1090
Disclaimer: No one owns anything, the likes
Note: This is a present for me from Tammy. And I wanted to share! Kii, you can like this to the HSJ-Thon if you want, although the prompt got messed up |D
Summary: Keito needs some advice on how to give advice.
The first time:
Keito was puzzled. As he walked down the corridors of the JE building, he bowed his head in contemplation. Lost in thought, he didn’t notice that he was walking closer and closer to another of his fellow peers, nor did he notice that said peer had his head in a book and wouldn’t have known to get out of his way. Keito only realized that he had been headed for a collision…after it happened.
“I’m so sorry!” he sputtered, rubbing his arm from his position on the floor.
“No problem!” came the reply, from a very tall and bemused Yabu. “What’s wrong?”
Taking the hand that was being offered to him, Keito once again contemplated. What was wrong? Was his problem really so large to cause him to harm another person’s health and well-being by walking aimlessly in the halls? It was just that he was worried for their safety and future!
Keito paused and decided, well, what better a person to ask than Yabu! Yabu-kun who was older and more mature, making him, in turn, wiser and smarter, was the perfect candidate to ask for advice. So, looking up into Yabu’s big-brotherly eyes, and returning Yabu’s big-brotherly smile, Keito took a deep breath and asked:
“Ne, Yabu-kun, I’m worried about Yamada-chan and Yuto-kun’s well-being if they continue their actions in the showers. But I need help as to how to tell them about it!”
The second time:
“…Keito-kun, subtle is the way to go.”
That had been Yabu’s advice the last time, but it hadn’t seemed to work too well. It was two days later and Keito was once again contemplating. He had tried to hint to the two younger Johnny’s that their actions may lead to health problems in the near future, but they hadn’t understood his subtle approach.
Had he been too subtle? He had made his move earlier that day when he’d caught his two friends whispering heatedly in the corner of the dressing room. Remembering Yabu’s expert advice, he had “subtly” waltzed closer to the pair and began to sing Chance to Change loudly in their ears, hoping they would get the message. Yet he had only received puzzled and slightly annoyed looks from the two boys and loud laughter on the part of Ryutaro and Chinen on the other side of the room.
Now, here he was again, contemplating. Just then, the door of the dressing room opened and Yabu walked in, humming under his breath.
“Yabu-kun! I have a question to ask you!” Keito called out to him, “What exactly did you mean by subtle?”
The third time:
“He he! Oh, Keito! You can’t be so vague about it, they wouldn’t understand!”
Keeping this in mind, Keito cornered Yamada after practise, reasoning that he was obviously more mature that Yuto could ever be.
“Yama-chan, do you know that…well…you…Yuto…what I mean to say is…AIDS IS DANGEROUS!!!!” he concluded.
A startled Yamada quickly decided that something must be bothering Keito very much. He could have possibly been through a traumatic experience and Yamada knew that traumatic experiences were Hikaru’s specialties. He resolved to go and talk to Hikaru to stop teasing the younger boy for fear that he might be going through a mental breakdown.
“Don’t worry, Keito, I understand.”
“You do? Great!”
“Yup, I’ll go and talk to Hikaru!” And with that, a cheerful Yamada walked off, leaving a dejected and once again, advice-seeking Keito behind.
The fourth time:
“With children like them, you have to be logical and hardcore!”
“Hardcore, eh?” Keito had thought, “Well there was nothing more logical and hardcore than hardcore facts!”
He had then proceeded to the health clinic near his house for some pamphlets on HIV/AIDS and birth control.
The next day, Keito found himself seated in the cafeteria sipping a drink by himself, contemplating. Earlier that morning, he’d ran into Yuto in the halls and had casually mentioned his trip to the health clinic.
“…and I found these pamphlets on AIDS and thought that it was good knowledge to have. Does Yuto-kun want to read it? Here!”
He’d only received a blank, slightly curious stare from his friend and had been forced to admit to himself, after seeing Yuto and Yamada disappear into a closet after practice, that he was not making any progress at all.
Just then a warm body plopped himself down on the chair next to Keito’s.
“Hey Keito! What’s up?” Yabu enquired.
“I need more help with my-their problem, Yabu-kun.”
The fifth time:
“Well, the only way to teach young boys is to be straightforward show them exactly what you mean. Examples would help too!”
Exiting the store, with a slight (ok, not so slight) blush on his face, Keito reasoned that this small humiliation on his part was all going towards the greater good of saving his friends’ lives. Pocketing the small package, he headed towards the jimusho, his step a tad springier and his heart a tad lighter.
Later after practise, in the shower rooms, Keito decided to put his plan into action. Withdrawing the box of condoms he had bought earlier, he crept up to the stall where Yuto was currently singing very off tune, and was about the throw the box in when, suddenly, he sneezed and the box went flying into the next stall over.
“Ow" said Hikaru, “What the heck was that- oh…whoa…” Hikaru wrapped a towel around is waist and drew open the shower curtain and gave Keito the scariest, most lecher-like smile Keito had ever seen. “Oh, Kei-chan, is there something you wanna tell me?”
If there was anything that Keito had learned from spending time in Hey! Say! Jump!, it was when to run for your life. This in his opinion, was one of those times. Squeaking, he dashed out of the room like he was being chased by a devil. That is if devils wore fluffy pink towels around their waists, were Japanese and looked extremely dorky no matter which way you turned them.
The sixth time:
The sixth time found Keito hiding in a washroom cubicle with his feet tucked up and his arms wrapped protectively around his knees.
“Shh, Yabu-kun, I don’t want Hikaru to find me! He has this weird paedo-like expression on his face!”
So, being the excellent big-brother he was, Yabu advised:
“Don’t worry about health problems anymore, Keito, Hikaru always uses protection.”
And Keito decided he was never going to Yabu for advice again and he lived happily ever after… until Hikaru found him!
|D I have... interesting friends.
Author: spork_power
Fandom: Hey! Say! JUMP
Pairing: Yamajima
Rating: PG-13 for impliacations
Word Count: 1090
Disclaimer: No one owns anything, the likes
Note: This is a present for me from Tammy. And I wanted to share! Kii, you can like this to the HSJ-Thon if you want, although the prompt got messed up |D
Summary: Keito needs some advice on how to give advice.
The first time:
Keito was puzzled. As he walked down the corridors of the JE building, he bowed his head in contemplation. Lost in thought, he didn’t notice that he was walking closer and closer to another of his fellow peers, nor did he notice that said peer had his head in a book and wouldn’t have known to get out of his way. Keito only realized that he had been headed for a collision…after it happened.
“I’m so sorry!” he sputtered, rubbing his arm from his position on the floor.
“No problem!” came the reply, from a very tall and bemused Yabu. “What’s wrong?”
Taking the hand that was being offered to him, Keito once again contemplated. What was wrong? Was his problem really so large to cause him to harm another person’s health and well-being by walking aimlessly in the halls? It was just that he was worried for their safety and future!
Keito paused and decided, well, what better a person to ask than Yabu! Yabu-kun who was older and more mature, making him, in turn, wiser and smarter, was the perfect candidate to ask for advice. So, looking up into Yabu’s big-brotherly eyes, and returning Yabu’s big-brotherly smile, Keito took a deep breath and asked:
“Ne, Yabu-kun, I’m worried about Yamada-chan and Yuto-kun’s well-being if they continue their actions in the showers. But I need help as to how to tell them about it!”
The second time:
“…Keito-kun, subtle is the way to go.”
That had been Yabu’s advice the last time, but it hadn’t seemed to work too well. It was two days later and Keito was once again contemplating. He had tried to hint to the two younger Johnny’s that their actions may lead to health problems in the near future, but they hadn’t understood his subtle approach.
Had he been too subtle? He had made his move earlier that day when he’d caught his two friends whispering heatedly in the corner of the dressing room. Remembering Yabu’s expert advice, he had “subtly” waltzed closer to the pair and began to sing Chance to Change loudly in their ears, hoping they would get the message. Yet he had only received puzzled and slightly annoyed looks from the two boys and loud laughter on the part of Ryutaro and Chinen on the other side of the room.
Now, here he was again, contemplating. Just then, the door of the dressing room opened and Yabu walked in, humming under his breath.
“Yabu-kun! I have a question to ask you!” Keito called out to him, “What exactly did you mean by subtle?”
The third time:
“He he! Oh, Keito! You can’t be so vague about it, they wouldn’t understand!”
Keeping this in mind, Keito cornered Yamada after practise, reasoning that he was obviously more mature that Yuto could ever be.
“Yama-chan, do you know that…well…you…Yuto…what I mean to say is…AIDS IS DANGEROUS!!!!” he concluded.
A startled Yamada quickly decided that something must be bothering Keito very much. He could have possibly been through a traumatic experience and Yamada knew that traumatic experiences were Hikaru’s specialties. He resolved to go and talk to Hikaru to stop teasing the younger boy for fear that he might be going through a mental breakdown.
“Don’t worry, Keito, I understand.”
“You do? Great!”
“Yup, I’ll go and talk to Hikaru!” And with that, a cheerful Yamada walked off, leaving a dejected and once again, advice-seeking Keito behind.
The fourth time:
“With children like them, you have to be logical and hardcore!”
“Hardcore, eh?” Keito had thought, “Well there was nothing more logical and hardcore than hardcore facts!”
He had then proceeded to the health clinic near his house for some pamphlets on HIV/AIDS and birth control.
The next day, Keito found himself seated in the cafeteria sipping a drink by himself, contemplating. Earlier that morning, he’d ran into Yuto in the halls and had casually mentioned his trip to the health clinic.
“…and I found these pamphlets on AIDS and thought that it was good knowledge to have. Does Yuto-kun want to read it? Here!”
He’d only received a blank, slightly curious stare from his friend and had been forced to admit to himself, after seeing Yuto and Yamada disappear into a closet after practice, that he was not making any progress at all.
Just then a warm body plopped himself down on the chair next to Keito’s.
“Hey Keito! What’s up?” Yabu enquired.
“I need more help with my-their problem, Yabu-kun.”
The fifth time:
“Well, the only way to teach young boys is to be straightforward show them exactly what you mean. Examples would help too!”
Exiting the store, with a slight (ok, not so slight) blush on his face, Keito reasoned that this small humiliation on his part was all going towards the greater good of saving his friends’ lives. Pocketing the small package, he headed towards the jimusho, his step a tad springier and his heart a tad lighter.
Later after practise, in the shower rooms, Keito decided to put his plan into action. Withdrawing the box of condoms he had bought earlier, he crept up to the stall where Yuto was currently singing very off tune, and was about the throw the box in when, suddenly, he sneezed and the box went flying into the next stall over.
“Ow" said Hikaru, “What the heck was that- oh…whoa…” Hikaru wrapped a towel around is waist and drew open the shower curtain and gave Keito the scariest, most lecher-like smile Keito had ever seen. “Oh, Kei-chan, is there something you wanna tell me?”
If there was anything that Keito had learned from spending time in Hey! Say! Jump!, it was when to run for your life. This in his opinion, was one of those times. Squeaking, he dashed out of the room like he was being chased by a devil. That is if devils wore fluffy pink towels around their waists, were Japanese and looked extremely dorky no matter which way you turned them.
The sixth time:
The sixth time found Keito hiding in a washroom cubicle with his feet tucked up and his arms wrapped protectively around his knees.
“Shh, Yabu-kun, I don’t want Hikaru to find me! He has this weird paedo-like expression on his face!”
So, being the excellent big-brother he was, Yabu advised:
“Don’t worry about health problems anymore, Keito, Hikaru always uses protection.”
And Keito decided he was never going to Yabu for advice again and he lived happily ever after… until Hikaru found him!
|D I have... interesting friends.