[FIC] NewS - Drabble Set #003
Title: Rumors
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Vague Masuda/Tegoshi, hinted Tego/Other
Rating: PG (angst?)
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: This is version one of THIS; the one I wrote, really liked the way it turned out, and then realized my requester wanted crack and fluff. So, yeah.
Magazines are not to be trusted. Exaggerated, unrealistic, taking tiny truths and then embellishing on them until they’re fantastic lies. Never believe what you read. Scandals start not when you do something wrong, but when you’re caught doing something innocuous by someone too ambitious.
Massu knows this. He knows it by heart, has had it drilled into his head since his first day as a junior, has memorized it forwards, backwards, upside down and sideways.
But logic does not dictate matters of the heart. And right now, his heart is aching.
Tegoshi flutters in, headphones in and blaring loud music that Massu has no interest in. He’s barefoot, just back from a long dance rehearsal, shoes in hand and socks on his feet. Massu finds it almost painfully attractive, the way he steps lightly, avoiding the tender spots that always come from an hour too long in the company studio. He flops onto the couch beside Massu, tugs one bud out of his ear and nudges the older man with his foot.
“Hey,” he says, all bright smiles and glowing skin.
“Hey,” Massu returns, considerably quieter, not a smile in sight, and Tegoshi frowns and asks him what’s wrong. He always knows, Massu thinks, a little bit grateful for it; he doesn’t want to bring it up himself. Instead he waves the magazine vaguely, and Tegoshi’s face falls.
“Oh,” he says, now quiet himself. “That.”
“Yeah.”
Tegoshi hesitates; it’s strange to see him so serious suddenly, honestly contemplative. It makes Massu’s stomach flutter, unsettled by it. After a moment, he murmurs, “…you know it’s just a rumor, right? It’s not… true.”
Massu nods. “I know.” Despite that, it still feels like the air between them is scarred somehow. For a long time after, they don’t talk.
Title: Strange Courtship
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Koyama/Nishikido
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: Pairing generator gave me Koya/Ryo. Oddly enough, by the time I got halfway through this, the pairing made a lot more sense than it probably should have.
When Ryo shows up at his apartment at 8 PM and declares that he and Koyama are “going out” with a glare, as though daring the taller man to argue, Koyama stumbles over himself to comply, because it’s Ryo, and when he gets like this, the only person who can get away with being defiant is Tegoshi.
And anyway, it’s not like he’s complaining; going out with Ryo is much more satisfying than sitting at home alone with nothing to do, even if Ryo does keep sending him weird looks out of the corner of his eye and only answers Koyama’s attempts at conversation with grunts and monosyllables.
They end up at a fast food place in a cramped booth beside a family with a shrieking three year old, and Ryo adamantly refuses to let Koyama pay for his own meal.
It’s only when he’s halfway through his chicken sandwich, seriously contemplating what could possibly be wrong with his companion, when everything - the weird looks, half-hearted answers, generally nervous disposition - suddenly clicks.
“Ryo-chan,” Koyama says, a little bit incredulous, “…is this a date?”
Ryo colors so fast Koyama worries he might pop a blood vessel or two, going cherry red in just a few seconds, and averts his eyes in a way that’s kind of cute. “…eat your food,” he says, which isn’t really an answer, but kind of is at that same time, and Koyama smiles, picks his sandwich back up, and surreptitiously offers Ryo a sip of his milkshake.
Yes, he decides, watching the blush on Ryo’s face darken just a bit, definitely better than sitting at home alone.
Title: This is Why We're Watching the Detectives
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Nishikido/Masuda
Rating: PG-13 (lanuage, Ryo)
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: Still not very fond of this pairing, but the pairing generator gets what it wants. No one but me and people who know me well will understand the point of the title, probably, but oh well.
Ryo hates his job. Truly, honestly hates it, with a sort of searing animosity usually reserved for child molesters and people who talk in the theatre during a movie. It’s pointless and almost agonizingly boring, and if he has to answer one more stupid question about a movie recommendation, someone’s going to lose a hand.
Still, the money is good, and it keeps his bills paid, so he plays nice. Mostly.
“Shit,” he hisses as the DVD cases he’d been struggling to drop onto a top shelf slipped, knocking a third of the row off and raining hard plastic down on him mercilessly. He feels his eye twitch as he regards the newly formed mess. “Goddamn it…”
Kneeling down with a sigh, almost weary in sound, he starts to gather up the scattered cases, paying more attention to his internal grumbling as he feels several customers stare holes into his back than to what he’s doing. Maybe that’s why he’s so surprised, then, when his hand brushes someone else’s.
A little bit hesitant, and very much embarrassed, Ryo lifts his eyes, takes in the baby face, the floppy hair, the kind smile, and feels his cheeks heat up, just a bit. The smiling man wordlessly helps him gather the cases into a pile, and then grins at him, almost sheepish, before slipping away.
As he watches him go, Ryo mentally amends his earlier statement. Most days, he hates his job. Today is apparently not one of them.
Title: Undeniably Special
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Masuda/Tegoshi
Rating: PG (fluff)
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: I wanted to writing a fluffy tegomass fic, but didn't have any idea, so I used a random word generator, and got "cotton candy", which I have never really liked, but I bet Massu does.
Massu’s favorite part of any carnival is, unsurprisingly, the food. Of course, these days, you can buy carnival food at any grocery store, usually in more flavors and brands you could ever get at any fair ground, but there’s something undeniably special about munching on something sweet as the bright lights of the rides and the delighted laugh of people enjoying themselves surrounds you.
Especially when he finds himself in the middle of all that cheerfulness and joy, sitting beside Tegoshi on a bench as the two of them giggle and elbow each other like children and share a stick of cotton candy between them.
Undeniably special indeed.
Title: Defying Gravity (And Maybe Logic Too)
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Yamashita/Tegoshi
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: For sanjihan , who wanted TegoPi and gave me a weird dancing prompt. The title only makes sense if you're me, sorry.
Tegoshi is rather ungraceful. And, by ungraceful, Pi means he’s the sort that trips over imaginary bugs and has an absurd number of bruises and cuts adoring his legs and feet because of it. He really doesn’t belong anywhere near an ice rink, or sharp metal blades for that matter, in the interest of everyone’s general safety.
It’s kind of amazing that he’s made it as far up into the competition ranks as he has. It’s even more amazing that he hasn’t killed himself yet, really, although Pi supposes most skaters are like that; perfect on ice, horribly uncoordinated off.
But what Pi finds the most amazing of all, what Tegoshi reminds him of every time he trips or falls or misses a landing, is the fact that somehow, that lithe, clumsy little body is his, and that at the end of the day, it will be Pi that kisses each and every bruise and wrap swollen ankles and listen to Tegoshi preen about his latest accomplishment, because even uncooperative limbs aren’t enough to stand between that boy and his goals.
Figure skating is kind of a girly sport, but when he watches Tegoshi stumble out of a spin and right into the boards, all Pi really feels is a certain amount of pride, a bit of lust, and a strong sense of fondness.
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Vague Masuda/Tegoshi, hinted Tego/Other
Rating: PG (angst?)
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: This is version one of THIS; the one I wrote, really liked the way it turned out, and then realized my requester wanted crack and fluff. So, yeah.
Magazines are not to be trusted. Exaggerated, unrealistic, taking tiny truths and then embellishing on them until they’re fantastic lies. Never believe what you read. Scandals start not when you do something wrong, but when you’re caught doing something innocuous by someone too ambitious.
Massu knows this. He knows it by heart, has had it drilled into his head since his first day as a junior, has memorized it forwards, backwards, upside down and sideways.
But logic does not dictate matters of the heart. And right now, his heart is aching.
Tegoshi flutters in, headphones in and blaring loud music that Massu has no interest in. He’s barefoot, just back from a long dance rehearsal, shoes in hand and socks on his feet. Massu finds it almost painfully attractive, the way he steps lightly, avoiding the tender spots that always come from an hour too long in the company studio. He flops onto the couch beside Massu, tugs one bud out of his ear and nudges the older man with his foot.
“Hey,” he says, all bright smiles and glowing skin.
“Hey,” Massu returns, considerably quieter, not a smile in sight, and Tegoshi frowns and asks him what’s wrong. He always knows, Massu thinks, a little bit grateful for it; he doesn’t want to bring it up himself. Instead he waves the magazine vaguely, and Tegoshi’s face falls.
“Oh,” he says, now quiet himself. “That.”
“Yeah.”
Tegoshi hesitates; it’s strange to see him so serious suddenly, honestly contemplative. It makes Massu’s stomach flutter, unsettled by it. After a moment, he murmurs, “…you know it’s just a rumor, right? It’s not… true.”
Massu nods. “I know.” Despite that, it still feels like the air between them is scarred somehow. For a long time after, they don’t talk.
Title: Strange Courtship
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Koyama/Nishikido
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: Pairing generator gave me Koya/Ryo. Oddly enough, by the time I got halfway through this, the pairing made a lot more sense than it probably should have.
When Ryo shows up at his apartment at 8 PM and declares that he and Koyama are “going out” with a glare, as though daring the taller man to argue, Koyama stumbles over himself to comply, because it’s Ryo, and when he gets like this, the only person who can get away with being defiant is Tegoshi.
And anyway, it’s not like he’s complaining; going out with Ryo is much more satisfying than sitting at home alone with nothing to do, even if Ryo does keep sending him weird looks out of the corner of his eye and only answers Koyama’s attempts at conversation with grunts and monosyllables.
They end up at a fast food place in a cramped booth beside a family with a shrieking three year old, and Ryo adamantly refuses to let Koyama pay for his own meal.
It’s only when he’s halfway through his chicken sandwich, seriously contemplating what could possibly be wrong with his companion, when everything - the weird looks, half-hearted answers, generally nervous disposition - suddenly clicks.
“Ryo-chan,” Koyama says, a little bit incredulous, “…is this a date?”
Ryo colors so fast Koyama worries he might pop a blood vessel or two, going cherry red in just a few seconds, and averts his eyes in a way that’s kind of cute. “…eat your food,” he says, which isn’t really an answer, but kind of is at that same time, and Koyama smiles, picks his sandwich back up, and surreptitiously offers Ryo a sip of his milkshake.
Yes, he decides, watching the blush on Ryo’s face darken just a bit, definitely better than sitting at home alone.
Title: This is Why We're Watching the Detectives
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Nishikido/Masuda
Rating: PG-13 (lanuage, Ryo)
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: Still not very fond of this pairing, but the pairing generator gets what it wants. No one but me and people who know me well will understand the point of the title, probably, but oh well.
Ryo hates his job. Truly, honestly hates it, with a sort of searing animosity usually reserved for child molesters and people who talk in the theatre during a movie. It’s pointless and almost agonizingly boring, and if he has to answer one more stupid question about a movie recommendation, someone’s going to lose a hand.
Still, the money is good, and it keeps his bills paid, so he plays nice. Mostly.
“Shit,” he hisses as the DVD cases he’d been struggling to drop onto a top shelf slipped, knocking a third of the row off and raining hard plastic down on him mercilessly. He feels his eye twitch as he regards the newly formed mess. “Goddamn it…”
Kneeling down with a sigh, almost weary in sound, he starts to gather up the scattered cases, paying more attention to his internal grumbling as he feels several customers stare holes into his back than to what he’s doing. Maybe that’s why he’s so surprised, then, when his hand brushes someone else’s.
A little bit hesitant, and very much embarrassed, Ryo lifts his eyes, takes in the baby face, the floppy hair, the kind smile, and feels his cheeks heat up, just a bit. The smiling man wordlessly helps him gather the cases into a pile, and then grins at him, almost sheepish, before slipping away.
As he watches him go, Ryo mentally amends his earlier statement. Most days, he hates his job. Today is apparently not one of them.
Title: Undeniably Special
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Masuda/Tegoshi
Rating: PG (fluff)
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: I wanted to writing a fluffy tegomass fic, but didn't have any idea, so I used a random word generator, and got "cotton candy", which I have never really liked, but I bet Massu does.
Massu’s favorite part of any carnival is, unsurprisingly, the food. Of course, these days, you can buy carnival food at any grocery store, usually in more flavors and brands you could ever get at any fair ground, but there’s something undeniably special about munching on something sweet as the bright lights of the rides and the delighted laugh of people enjoying themselves surrounds you.
Especially when he finds himself in the middle of all that cheerfulness and joy, sitting beside Tegoshi on a bench as the two of them giggle and elbow each other like children and share a stick of cotton candy between them.
Undeniably special indeed.
Title: Defying Gravity (And Maybe Logic Too)
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Yamashita/Tegoshi
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: For sanjihan , who wanted TegoPi and gave me a weird dancing prompt. The title only makes sense if you're me, sorry.
Tegoshi is rather ungraceful. And, by ungraceful, Pi means he’s the sort that trips over imaginary bugs and has an absurd number of bruises and cuts adoring his legs and feet because of it. He really doesn’t belong anywhere near an ice rink, or sharp metal blades for that matter, in the interest of everyone’s general safety.
It’s kind of amazing that he’s made it as far up into the competition ranks as he has. It’s even more amazing that he hasn’t killed himself yet, really, although Pi supposes most skaters are like that; perfect on ice, horribly uncoordinated off.
But what Pi finds the most amazing of all, what Tegoshi reminds him of every time he trips or falls or misses a landing, is the fact that somehow, that lithe, clumsy little body is his, and that at the end of the day, it will be Pi that kisses each and every bruise and wrap swollen ankles and listen to Tegoshi preen about his latest accomplishment, because even uncooperative limbs aren’t enough to stand between that boy and his goals.
Figure skating is kind of a girly sport, but when he watches Tegoshi stumble out of a spin and right into the boards, all Pi really feels is a certain amount of pride, a bit of lust, and a strong sense of fondness.