[FIC] - Properous - Several Pairings - PG-13 - Oneshot?
Title: Prosperous
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General?
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, Saga/Shou, mentions of lots of other Jrockers~
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D: Meet Chiaki, a son of Jrockers and those who are close to him.
Rainchaser's Archive
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Chiaki was sitting on the stairs in front of the swimming hall after his weekly training, accompanied by a boy from his team. They weren't friends yet, but who knew what future might bring.
"So your uncle will pick us up?" The boy, Seiichi, asked.
"Yes, but he isn't really my uncle, just a very close friend of my parents." The other explained, looking at the cars driving by behind the lot.
"An uncle at heart, then. Nice." He toyed with a strap on his bag, not quite sure what to do with himself.
"He's cool. He teaching me how to play guitar." Chiaki said with a smile, tugging on his star shaped pendant every now and then.
"Is he good at it? Guitar, I mean?"
"Oh, he's one of the best if you ask me." The smile grew even wider, all up to his friendly shining eyes. He saw the other was a little uncomfortable, not quite knowing how to keep the small talk going without being too nosy. "My parents and my uncle have a band, with two more friends."
"That's so cool!" There it was, a smile. Chiaki felt pleased.
"Oh, there he is!" They watched how a bright red car pulled into the parking lot in front of them. He shouldered his bag and walked down the stairs, Seiichi followed him. To his surprise, two men stepped out of the vehicle.
Both were a little overdressed for just picking up their bandmates' son from training, they looked like they were bound to go out after dropping him off at home with the yet unknown boy.
"Dude, she's hot." Seiichi whispered towards Chiaki, even though they still were far out of ear's reach.
"The tall blond?" The dark blond boy asked. Just like his father he was already bleaching and dying his hair at the age of 15.
"Yes!"
"With the swing to the hips?"
"Your uncle is a lucky man." He nodded.
"Yes. So you like his boyfriend?" It was asked with a smirk, enjoying the frown that was sent to him.
The two parties finally met at the curb of the parking lot.
"Hi Chiaki! And who's this friend of yours?" Uruha grinned, eyeing the other boy suspiciously.
"This is Seiichi, a team mate." He pointed at the gaping person next to him. "And this is Uruha, my uncle's boyfriend." He introduced.
Hiroto chuckled. "You didn't tell him beforehand, did you?"
"No, I really love the shocked looks when they realize where I come from." Chiaki grinned himself.
"I'm Hiroto, pleased to meet you. Don't take anything Uruha says or does personal, he's just teasing."
"You're quite cute, ever thought about cleaning your brows?" The tall man asked, his tone suggestive as he looked at Seiichi with hooded eyes.
"See?" He poked the blond.
"Jealous I might leave you for a younger?" Uruha purred towards Hiroto.
"Seriously? Never. You know only I can satisfy your-"
"Could we get into the car, please? And no dirty talk when under aged friends around?" Chiaki interrupted. Sure, he was used to talks like these, but classmates and friends weren't.
"Oh, yes, hop in!" Hiroto laughed, slapping his lover on the butt as he turned to their car.
- - -
"So, how's Kimberly doing?" Chiaki asked, trying to disrupt how Uruha's hand sneaked up the other guitarist's thigh.
"She tried to dye her blond hair blue on her own, now it's all green and flecked. Ruki flipped as he saw her." The blond laughed, remembering the singer's face as she entered the living room, looking just as pissed as her father would.
"Gosh, her second choice were dreadlocks, good thing she didn't try that." Chiaki joined the laughter.
"She really comes after her dad, badly. We should have known when she started experimenting on her Barbies." Distraction didn't work, his hand remained on Hiroto's thigh.
"I bet you Reita was like This is all your fault! again." All in the car laughed, except Seiichi.
"Wait a second... Are you guys who I think you are?" He glanced wide eyed from one to another. "Are you the Uruha and the Hiroto?"
"We are." Uruha said, looking over his shoulder at the boy in the backseats.
"Dude!" Open mouthed, he turned to Chiaki. "Dude, who are your parents?"
"Saga and Shou, if you must know." The dark blond answered with his soft yet radiant smile.
"Oh my Gods..." He hit his forehead with his palm. "I knew your pretty face reminded me of someone."
"Pretty?" Chiaki asked with a cocked brow and mischievous grin. The couple in the front just laughed.
"Oh! Don't get that wrong! I'm not hitting on you or something." Seiichi held up his hands.
"Not that you would have any chance, he's with our son." Uruha stated oh so proudly.
"I'm not!" The dirty blond snapped.
"Stop denying it!" The honey blond pointed at him.
"Uncle Pon! Do something!"
"I wouldn't mind, you know." Hiroto chirped, smiling.
"But- arrgh." He threw his head back in annoyance. It was no use. He knew they were just teasing him about it all the time, just because of that stupid kiss on Christmas because Miyavi had to hang mistletoes everywhere. It wasn't like they had a choice with the tall tattooed man, high on eggnog, cheering them to share a kiss, just for the Christmas spirit. He really had spend too much time in the USA.
Both boys in the backseat had the same thought: What have I gotten into.
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Srsly, Ruki-muse, WTF XD You gave your daughter a name you'll never be able to pronounce.
.... Sequel?
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General?
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, Saga/Shou, mentions of lots of other Jrockers~
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D: Meet Chiaki, a son of Jrockers and those who are close to him.
Rainchaser's Archive
_______________________________________________________________
Chiaki was sitting on the stairs in front of the swimming hall after his weekly training, accompanied by a boy from his team. They weren't friends yet, but who knew what future might bring.
"So your uncle will pick us up?" The boy, Seiichi, asked.
"Yes, but he isn't really my uncle, just a very close friend of my parents." The other explained, looking at the cars driving by behind the lot.
"An uncle at heart, then. Nice." He toyed with a strap on his bag, not quite sure what to do with himself.
"He's cool. He teaching me how to play guitar." Chiaki said with a smile, tugging on his star shaped pendant every now and then.
"Is he good at it? Guitar, I mean?"
"Oh, he's one of the best if you ask me." The smile grew even wider, all up to his friendly shining eyes. He saw the other was a little uncomfortable, not quite knowing how to keep the small talk going without being too nosy. "My parents and my uncle have a band, with two more friends."
"That's so cool!" There it was, a smile. Chiaki felt pleased.
"Oh, there he is!" They watched how a bright red car pulled into the parking lot in front of them. He shouldered his bag and walked down the stairs, Seiichi followed him. To his surprise, two men stepped out of the vehicle.
Both were a little overdressed for just picking up their bandmates' son from training, they looked like they were bound to go out after dropping him off at home with the yet unknown boy.
"Dude, she's hot." Seiichi whispered towards Chiaki, even though they still were far out of ear's reach.
"The tall blond?" The dark blond boy asked. Just like his father he was already bleaching and dying his hair at the age of 15.
"Yes!"
"With the swing to the hips?"
"Your uncle is a lucky man." He nodded.
"Yes. So you like his boyfriend?" It was asked with a smirk, enjoying the frown that was sent to him.
The two parties finally met at the curb of the parking lot.
"Hi Chiaki! And who's this friend of yours?" Uruha grinned, eyeing the other boy suspiciously.
"This is Seiichi, a team mate." He pointed at the gaping person next to him. "And this is Uruha, my uncle's boyfriend." He introduced.
Hiroto chuckled. "You didn't tell him beforehand, did you?"
"No, I really love the shocked looks when they realize where I come from." Chiaki grinned himself.
"I'm Hiroto, pleased to meet you. Don't take anything Uruha says or does personal, he's just teasing."
"You're quite cute, ever thought about cleaning your brows?" The tall man asked, his tone suggestive as he looked at Seiichi with hooded eyes.
"See?" He poked the blond.
"Jealous I might leave you for a younger?" Uruha purred towards Hiroto.
"Seriously? Never. You know only I can satisfy your-"
"Could we get into the car, please? And no dirty talk when under aged friends around?" Chiaki interrupted. Sure, he was used to talks like these, but classmates and friends weren't.
"Oh, yes, hop in!" Hiroto laughed, slapping his lover on the butt as he turned to their car.
- - -
"So, how's Kimberly doing?" Chiaki asked, trying to disrupt how Uruha's hand sneaked up the other guitarist's thigh.
"She tried to dye her blond hair blue on her own, now it's all green and flecked. Ruki flipped as he saw her." The blond laughed, remembering the singer's face as she entered the living room, looking just as pissed as her father would.
"Gosh, her second choice were dreadlocks, good thing she didn't try that." Chiaki joined the laughter.
"She really comes after her dad, badly. We should have known when she started experimenting on her Barbies." Distraction didn't work, his hand remained on Hiroto's thigh.
"I bet you Reita was like This is all your fault! again." All in the car laughed, except Seiichi.
"Wait a second... Are you guys who I think you are?" He glanced wide eyed from one to another. "Are you the Uruha and the Hiroto?"
"We are." Uruha said, looking over his shoulder at the boy in the backseats.
"Dude!" Open mouthed, he turned to Chiaki. "Dude, who are your parents?"
"Saga and Shou, if you must know." The dark blond answered with his soft yet radiant smile.
"Oh my Gods..." He hit his forehead with his palm. "I knew your pretty face reminded me of someone."
"Pretty?" Chiaki asked with a cocked brow and mischievous grin. The couple in the front just laughed.
"Oh! Don't get that wrong! I'm not hitting on you or something." Seiichi held up his hands.
"Not that you would have any chance, he's with our son." Uruha stated oh so proudly.
"I'm not!" The dirty blond snapped.
"Stop denying it!" The honey blond pointed at him.
"Uncle Pon! Do something!"
"I wouldn't mind, you know." Hiroto chirped, smiling.
"But- arrgh." He threw his head back in annoyance. It was no use. He knew they were just teasing him about it all the time, just because of that stupid kiss on Christmas because Miyavi had to hang mistletoes everywhere. It wasn't like they had a choice with the tall tattooed man, high on eggnog, cheering them to share a kiss, just for the Christmas spirit. He really had spend too much time in the USA.
Both boys in the backseat had the same thought: What have I gotten into.
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Srsly, Ruki-muse, WTF XD You gave your daughter a name you'll never be able to pronounce.
.... Sequel?