Miyata's Great Idea (Kisumai Oneshot)
Title: Miyata’s Great Idea
Author: talisa_ahn
Pairing: sorta TamaMiya and NikaSen? Maybe? But it’s not about the couples in any case. ^^
Disclaimer: Sadly, no, I do not have anything to do with anything related to JE. *sigh*
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG
Summary: On his way to meet up with the other Kisumai members for a simple dinner, Kitayama, without realizing it, leads a legion of fan girls to the restaurant. It’s getting late, and they want to go home. The fans may know what train lines they use, but they don’t want to just walk them up to their front doors.
A/N: This was originally a failed Valentine’s Day fic that I decided to finish. It’s a little ridiculous (ok. Plenty ridiculous), but it’s all in good fun. And let’s ignore the fact that I’m sure they’d have just called someone to pick them up with a car or something. ^-^ I ask for a little indulgence.
And sadly... this isn't even Tama's birthday fic. I'm still working on that. -_-;
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“We’re surrounded.”
They looked at each other and then at the clock. It was a little passed 10pm and the crowd of girls outside the little family restaurant had yet to thin out. On the contrary, much to their chagrin, it seemed as if they had reproduced over the last half hour. Senga apologized again, muttering that he and Nika had never had this problem at this restaurant before.
“Don’t worry,” Yokoo assured the youngest member. “It’s not you they followed… now is it Hiro?”
Kitayama had been in the process of nodding off, head propped up on the table by his arm. Fujigaya nudged the older boy’s elbow off the table, almost making him face plant into his water cup. He muttered something about the girls being ‘sneaky’.
Nikaido and Fujigaya rolled their eyes. “Excuses don’t help us right now.”
.oO@Oo.
Another half hour later, the crowd still hadn’t faded. The couple who owned the restaurant had kindly closed early, but they still hadn’t figured out how to get home without being followed. They were tossing around ideas, but nothing plausible was coming out.
“It’s full proof!” Miyata claimed proudly.
The other members looked at him dumbfounded… He couldn’t be serious. Tamamori silently stood up and pulled his boyfriend to sit back down with him. Fujigaya nodded to him to him in thanks.
“What if…” Senga piped up, but he was cut off when Nika just yanked him to sit back down.
“No.”
The younger boy pouted. “You haven’t even heard my idea yet…”
Nika just shook his head. “No.”
Kitayama looked up at the clock again and sighed. “Ok, well we have to figure out something soon or else none of us will make our trains.”
“It’s almost 11… Maybe they’ll just go home?” Senga said hopefully.
“I still think we should go with my plan,” Miyata said.
Fujigaya glared at him. “You sure you’ve though your plan through? Not everyone here could pull it off… ESPECIALLY you.”
“But think about it… They’re on the lookout for 7 guys, or a couple groups of guys!” he persisted. “They won’t even notice!”
.oO@Oo.
People were moving quickly through the station, everyone trying to make their trains.
“Maybe Miyacchi was on to something,” Fujigaya murmured as the three of them glided easily through the train station. He had his beanie pulled low and was wearing his glasses, but none of the girls were even looking in their direction.
Yokoo nodded in agreement. He was wearing a face mask, covering the lower half of his face, but the girls just kept talking, some glancing every so often in the direction of the building they had just been in. With help from the couple that owned the restaurant, they’d been able to leave out the back.
“We should do this more often,” Fujigaya continued. “It’s kinda nice to not be screamed at and followed in this area.”
“Hell no,” Kitayama fumed, glaring at the tiled floor. “We are NOT doing this again.”
“Aw, but you look so cute!” Yokoo said, wiping off a smudge of Kitayama’s lip gloss to which he responded to by trying to bit his finger off.
“Grumpy~” Fujigaya teased, inspecting the outfit the shorter boy was wearing. “You look good in girl’s clothes.”
Frown deepening, Kitayama just walked up to the other boy, gracefully stomped on his foot with the heel of his stilettos and walked ahead towards their train.
As Fujigaya grabbed at his foot in pain, Yokoo shook his head. “Must be that time of the month.”
.oO@Oo.
They hurried through the crowded station, one moving much faster than the other. Senga was trying really hard to keep up, but just how could Nika move so fast in these heels?!
Finally managing to grab on to Nika’s arm, he let out a sigh of relief. None of the groups of girls were looking their way at all.
“Kento,” he growled softly so no one else could hear. “Either keep up or I’m going to start dragging you.”
Senga pouted a little. “What’s the rush? We’ll make our train no problem and no one’s even giving us a second glace! … Well… except those salary men over there, but they look a little tipsy…
“Besides…” he said smiling. “Don’t you think I look kinda good like this?” He emphasized what he meant by posing for a second, twirling the long hair of his brown wig around his finger and tilting his head.
Eyes intense, Nika stepped close enough to whisper roughly in his ear. “And that is exactly what the problem is.”
.oO@Oo.
“I knew this was going to happen,” Tamamori muttered, hugging Miyata’s arm close as they walked quietly past the various groups of girls.
“I think I’m a genius,” Miyata stated, thoroughly pleased by the outcome of his plan.
“You would think that,” he grumbled just as a strong breeze blew past them. On reflex, he squeezed the other boy’s arm tighter for warmth but belatedly forgot to hold his skirt down.
Even as he let out an aggravated groan, Miyata just couldn’t help but stare as more of his boyfriend’s legs were revealed. Once he realized that Miyata stopped walking, he shifted uncomfortably. “Can you not do that here?”
His boyfriend grinned sheepishly. “I can’t help it… Your legs are really nice… and long…”
Sighing again, this time in resignation, Tamamori just pulled Miyata with him through the station. The faster they got home, the faster he could get out of this ridiculous dress.
OWARI (090317)
A/N: Tama-chan~! Tanjoubi omedetou!!! <3 You’re 19! Not old enough to be out drinking tonight, but you’re close enough and I’m sure someone snuck you some anyway (but for the love of god… DON’T GET CAUGHT! I would cry profusely!!!) Haha… I bet you turn red real fast. =^.^= But yeah. Korekara mo ganbatte ne~! Gokusen tanoshimishiteru yo ^-^
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