Fanfic: Christmas sucks vs Kitayama sucks

[yume16]

Title: Christmas sucks vs Kitayama sucks
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: If the boys were mine they would be married. Obviously, they are not *duhhhhh*
Beta: I am already too late...sorry^^
Pairing(s): Hirosuke/Kitafuji
Rating: PG-15
Genre: uhm, I am not sure
Warnings: careful complicated Gaya-feelings~ All the feels o.O
Summary: Kitayama sucks...he always knew that, but Kitayama and Christmas combined is even worse.
Author Notes: My Kitafuji Christmas-Fic. I am so sorry for being late v.v Please forgive me. PS. I know the title is lame XD


Fujigaya grumbled as he looked at the list in his hand. Christmas was one of the worst times of the year ever. Not that he didn’t like the coming togethern and the presents, but it was also a very busy time for him.

There was of course work that doubled at that certain time of the year. Not that he didn’t have four hours per night. Why not halve it? Fuck yes, he ‘loved’ it and he had every right to curse, mind you.

Looking back at the list, he felt like banging his head on the table he was sitting at.

Kisumai had decided to celebrate together.

That was nice, of course, but meant he had to have seven presents at Christmas Eve and not like usually a week later. Fuck, that sucked and would take up a lot of his precious time. Wait, what time?

He scratched his head. Moreover, he didn’t want to have meaningless presents, but rather something the others really wanted. So far the list with ideas was empty.

Another thing was that he had to beg and bargain with his manager to not have work at that certain evening. As nice and heart-warming as the idea was, it would be hell for him.

He could of course say that it was impossible for him to manage and not come, but only the thought made him depressed. He wanted to be there and not be the only one left out because all the other’s had agreed happily. Knowing the others got together without him, made him crappy and unpleasant company.

The corners of his mouth tugged down and he placed his left cheek on the table top and closed his eyes. Christmas sucked.

The alarm of his cell phone ringed two minutes later and his eyes snapped open again. Oh right, he only had a ten minutes break. Hauling himself on his feet, he stuffed his list in his pocket.

Two weeks later and he sat in the same room, with the same list and with the same not there ideas. Great. Only two more weeks and it would be Christmas.

It seemed like he had to capitulate and get ideas for his presents like other normal people. He grimaced. There was nothing that delighted him more than giving something a person always wanted without having to ask.

He didn’t have time to think about it at all and since his schedule was actually getting worse instead of getting better, there was no other way.

He had no other choice, so he got up and trotted to his own dressing room to get the ideas for his presents.

His glance landed first on Nikaido so he decided, why not start with him?

“Hey Nika.” He dropped next to the other on a chair and Nikaido looked up from his magazine.

“Yes?”

“Do you have by chance a wish for Christmas?”

Suddenly, there was a happy glint in the other’s eyes and Fujigaya lifted a questioning eyebrow. He got  tugged closer by the younger one by his collar and then there was a silent voice whispering in his ear.

When he heard the other’s wish, even he blushed.

“I think you are one of the few people I can ask that of.” Nikaido looked at him contently and he nodded hesitantly. He was already regretting this.

“Hey, what are you whispering about?” Senga came over to them curiously after entering the room.

“Fujigaya asked for a wish.”

“Is it about Christmas?” Senga asked and sat next to him.

“Yeah, do you have a wish as well?” Fujigaya asked and hoped that Senga’s wish would be a bit more…innocent.

A few seconds later, he sighed relieved. Senga indeed was more innocent then Nikaido. So far at least that, had not rubbed off on him.

He then went over to Miyata and Tamamori. After asking them for their wish, he shook his head in disbelieve. Did they even notice that they had stopped being subtle? Whatever, he could care less and he was actually quite well informed in that department. Their presents would be the easiest for him.

Yokoo’s wish left him gaping. He had always believed to be the other’s best friend and to know him inside out but apparently not.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Yokoo looked at his hands to avoid eye-contact.

“Not that I mind in the least, Watta, but why all of a sudden?”

Yokoo leaned forward and whispered into his ear.

“Ehh? Why didn’t you tell me!”

“Sorry about that.”

Fujigaya chuckled to himself and then wrote all the wishes down he had found out so far. Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked at the only name left and sighed.

Of course, he had to get something for that certain person as well, though, he felt really uncomfortable to ask him that.

Like speaking of the devil, Kitayama strolled into the room and flopped down on a chair.

“Did you already ask Kitayama?” Yokoo asked him in a not so low voice and he would have liked to kill the other with a glare. He knew though why his friend had done it. Because Wataru knew, he would never get himself to do it without a nudge in the right direction.

“Ask me…what?” Kitayama asked between a yawn.

“Taipi is asking us about Christmas wishes~” Senga chirped in.

“Oh Christmas.” The oldest of their group scratched his head and suddenly started to hum a distinctly familiar melody.

They all exchanged confuses glances.

Kitayama was so odd sometimes that Fujigaya had no idea what to do around this idiot. With a sigh, he got up and tapped the other on the shoulder.

“Now, do you have a wish?”

“All I want for Christmas is you~”

Silence.

“What?” Fujigaya was quite proud of himself. He did not splutter just now.

“You don’t know the song?” Kitayama asked surprised.

“Ehhh.” To say he was speechless was an understatement.

Kitayama started to hum the melody from earlier again and now he recognized the song.

“Very funny.” He said dryly and Kitayama only kept humming and then got up.

“Now seriously, what do you want?”

“All I want for Christmas is you~” And with that the oldest left again.

“Sometimes I would like to…”

“Don’t kill your band members. Management wouldn’t be happy.” Yokoo said nonchalantly.

“The fans either!” Senga exclaimed.

“And Kitayama’s friends.” Miyata added.

“And Kitayama-mama.” Tamamori pointed out.

“And his girlfriend either.” Nikaido said.

“No need to tell me how loved this guy is.” Fujigaya grumbled.

“Hey wait, does he even have a girlfriend?” Senga asked confused.

“If he did, she certainly wouldn’t be amused about the wish he told Fujigaya.” Nikaido said with a sly grin on his lips.

“He was just making fun of me, so shut it.” He wasn’t in the mood to deal with it. Later, he would corner Kitayama, tower over him and demand to get told a real wish. The plan was foolproof…

…or so he had thought.

Kitayama wouldn’t be Kitayama if he didn’t prove him wrong.

“I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need”

“Kitayama, stop it!”

”I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree”

“That’s not funny!”

“I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know”

His ears felt suddenly very hot and he prayed to God that he didn’t flush red. The other had some guts to sing that straight in his face.

“Make my wish come true oh
All I want for Christmas is you”

“Are you done yet? Then you can tell me your real wish.” He crossed his arms defiantly in front of his chest and lifted his chin in a defensive manner.

“What? You want me to sing again?”

“No!”

“I see I guess you got it then.” And with that the other turned and left.

He slumped down against the wall he had planned on cornering Kitayama to and felt like banging his head against it. What did he do wrong to deserve Kitayama?

“Why again shouldn’t I torturously, painfully and excruciatingly kill Kitayama? I forgot. Please remind me.” He said as he re-entered Kisumai’s dressing room.

“He is loved.” Senga offered with a bright smile and he groaned. Yokoo had to serve for his pillow now and he draped himself over the other and let his head loll against his shoulder.

“What did he do now?” Wataru asked him.

“He is being a dick.”

“Oh, if that’s all.” The other returned his attention to his book and Fujigaya couldn’t help but growl.

As his best friend, Wataru should show some more understanding!

“He is making my life hard!” He nudged the other.

“We know your life is hard.” Yokoo said and turned a page.

He scoffed, pushed himself off the other and stalked out of the room. Some good friends he had.

Christmas Eve was coming closer and closer and Kitayama was giving him one and the same answer.

“All I want for Christmas is you~”

He had even written the other a text in the hope to get another answer since he couldn’t sing through a text. There was no need to say he had gotten the same answer anyway. And that, even though he had needed so many attempts to get himself to write it, because writing one meant admitting to not having deleted the other’s contact like he had said. Damn.

Life sucked and Kitayama anyway.

“Mom…” Okay yes, he was more than desperate. He had gotten all the other presents, even Nikaido’s, that perverted little brat.

“What is it, love?” His mother was stirring a soup and he hopped on the countertop after making sure it was clean.

“I have a problem.”

“Hm?”

“Have you ever gotten asked for a present that you can’t give?”

“For Christmas?” She asked and searched for the salt in the cupboard.

“Yeah.”

“Well, if it is too expensive, then…”
”No, no, that’s not it. It’s not expensive at all.”

“Hm, I see. Here try, is there something missing?” She put some soup on a spoon and held it up for him. He tried it.

“There is missing something.”

“You think so?” She looked through her condiments and added some more. The next time it was better and his mother called the rest of the family for dinner.

He sighed and sat down at the table. He was none the wiser.

This evening was the first for months, he actually spent at home, but because of that damn band leader of his, he couldn’t really enjoy it.

There was a silent knock on his door.

“Yes?”

His mother entered and sat next to him on the bed. He looked up at her from where he was stretched out.

“Why is it a present you can’t give? Is it something indecent?”

If that was the only problem, he would have gotten it with Nikaido’s present.

“I guess not.”

“Why can’t you give it then if it is not expensive either?” His mother looked quite confused and he could understand why.

“Well.”
”Tell me.” She lay down next to him and looked at the ceiling with him.

“It’s - uhm - do you know that song: “All I want for Christmas is you”?” He finally asked.

As answer she started to hum the melody and he immediately noticed that Kitayama’s version was deeper.

“When I asked someone for a wish that person sang this song.”

“Oh my, really?” His mother turned to look at him and excitement danced in her eyes. “The person sang it to you?”

“Yeah.”

“How cute!” She looked ready to squee and he already regretted this.

“It’s not cute.”

“Who is it?”

“No one.”
”Oh come on, if you don’t tell me I have to make my own wild speculations.”

“Oh please no.”
”Okay, let’s see, judging from your face it is not a cute girl that has a crush on you.”
He pulled a face. Only the association made the nails of his toes curl.

“Oh, I am right.”

His mother propped herself up. She suddenly looked quite into the guessing game.

“Maybe a not so pretty girl?”

He was not sure what face he made this time but she seemed to realize that she was wrong.

“Someone you really don’t like?”

“Uhm, yeah…”

“You don’t sound that sure.” She prodded carefully.

“I am! He is so damn annoying.”

“He?”

Oh crap, he wanted to crawl into a hole and please never come out again.

“Oh wait!” She jumped up and sat cross-legged. “Kitayama-kun!”

He could basically feel the entire colour drain out of his face. How the hell did she figure that out?

“Aren’t I a good mother?” She patted her own shoulder and grinned broadly.

“Shouldn’t it horrify you more when a man says something like this to me?”

“Why?” She looked puzzled at him.

He blinked. Why? She asked him why?

“I am a man, he is a man…” He tried to hint at it.

“Ah, that’s what you mean. Hiromitsu is nice so what’s the big deal.”

That shut him up for several minutes.

“Look Taisuke dear, don’t you think that the two of you have danced around each other enough? Maybe it is your chance to finally…”
”No! Moreover, we are not dancing around each other.”

“Are you honestly saying there is nothing between you two but disinterest?”

He furrowed his brows. Of course there was something. They knew each other after all already for a long time, but that didn’t mean anything.

“I am tired.” He rolled onto his side and faced away from her.

“If your fan-girls knew what a coward you are. I wonder what they would think.”

He immediately jumped up and turned towards her and saw her looking innocently at her fingernails.

“I am not a coward.”

“Of course you are, as much as it hurts me to call my oldest a coward, you are cowardly ignoring your feelings. There is no denying it.”

“There are no feelings I can ignore.” He flopped back down.

“Whatever you say, Taisuke. You can mope and be in denial later, but brush your teeth first~”

“Mom!”

“Don’t ever think about moving out before I don’t have to tell you such things anymore.” She winked and then was out of the room.

“I really hate this.” Fujigaya grumbled to himself. Why did his mother have to make him feel like a little kid?

Everything but happy, he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Thoughtfully, he bit around his toothbrush. Why was his mother thinking they danced around each other? It made no sense to him. He didn’t have anything to do with Kitayama. He constantly made sure of that.

Wait, he did what? Why?

It was quite an experience to see the entire colour drain out of his face in the mirror. It took mere seconds. If he wasn’t having a serious mental-breakdown right about now, he would be awed.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! That was ridiculous. Kitayama? Please, no. Kitayama was most probably the last person on earth he would...No, it was plain impossible.

He spit out and then washed his face. After washing up, he went to bed. This was his chance to have seven hours of sleep or so he had thought.

He blamed his mother for saying all that weird stuff that he couldn’t sleep at all. Rolling from one side to the other, he was either cold or too warm, his blanket at the wrong place or his pillow not fluffy enough.

In the end, he even landed on the floor and he cursed Kitayama’s existence.

“That’s how you look when you get off work early? Maybe you should work overtime for the rest of your life. You should put on some makeup. The dark circles under your eyes look scary. Like you got punched or something.”

“You are the last person I want to see early in the morning.” He brushed past Kitayama and sat down. Only because of this idiot, he didn’t sleep at all and well, also, because of his mom, but he would never curse her so Kitayama had to take all the blame.

Why wasn’t anyone else there already? It was against nature that Kitayama was early. So why? Okay, he always was the last usually and was early as well, but after not sleeping at all, he had figured he could as well go to work instead of playing vegetable in his bed.

He closed his eyes tiredly and went through his schedule in his head. Maybe he could sleep in his 20 minutes lunch break a little, but when should he eat then? He frowned.

“If you keep that frowning up, you’ll get wrinkly fast.”

“Ha?” Angry, he snapped his eyes open, only to discover Kitayama right in his face making him shriek.

“Do I look that scary? Even though, I am not the one cosplaying a corpse.” Kitayama muttered before there was a gentle touch right under his left eye.

“What are you doing?” He tried to slap the other’s hand away.

“Putting makeup on you, so you don’t scare off our fans, because that would be bad. It would mean that the other six of us would have to work very hard to make up for you.”

“Hey!”

“Please, close your eyes.”

“Give me a good reason not to punch you in the face.”
”Do you want us to look alike?”

“Good enough reason.” He sighed and let the other touch his face however way he pleased.

If he closed his eyes, it wasn’t all that bad anymore. He always felt so weird when looking into Kitayama’s face. If you asked him, it were the chubby cheeks. Those ridiculous, round, chubby cheeks.

"Ne, do you have a wish now?” He was beginning to feel really sleepy.

“All I want for Christmas is…”
”Stop!” He interrupted Kitayama before he could say the most important word.

“You asked.” Kitayama muttered and kept working on his eye bags.

“I got it, I got it. You better be prepared. I’ll get you something awful.”

The other hummed in reply.

“You two are unexpectedly cozy with each other today.” Yokoo came into the room and only then Fujigaya realized that Kitayama had gone over to massage the side of his forehead and he had turned into a puddle of goo.

“We are not.” He slapped the other’s hands away.

“I figured if I didn’t massage him, he would be unpleasant company today.”

“Unpleasant company?” He pressed out in a dangerous tone.

“Since you didn’t sleep at all.” Kitayama said lightly and went to return to his chair. He was just fast enough to kick his leg up for his foot to bump the other’s butt.

“Hey!” Kitayama turned around and glared.

“Sorry, I just figured that I wanted to be unpleasant company today.” Inside he was dancing a victory dance.

“Why you little…”

”Please guys! It’s only 8 o’clock. Can’t you wait till noon?”

“No.” They deadpanned.

When he finally got home way past 1 am, he was ready to kneel over. That’s why it really surprised him when he saw his mother sitting on the couch in their living room apparently waiting for him.

“Mom.”

“And any progress with Hiromitsu?”

“I hate you.” He grumbled and let himself fall on the couch with his head in her lap. She only chuckled.

“So I am right.”

“I never said anything about wanting to make progress in any kind of way.”

“You wouldn’t say stuff like ‘I hate you’ without feeling cornered. I am your mother. I can feel such things.”

If she wasn’t so comfortable, he would get up and tell her to leave him and his business alone.

“So did you make progress?”

“I kicked his ass today, literally.”

“You still have to work on your flirting-methods, I fear, my dear.”

“I do not want to flirt with him!” He already wanted to jump up but his mother knew him too well and petted his hair just right so he stayed where he was.

“Why did you kick him, my dear?”

“He massaged the sides of my head.”

“…”

“What?” There was a sudden silence from his mother.

“Maybe we should go and check your head.” His mother started to rub his back comfortingly. “Do you think you can make some time for consoling?”

“What the hell? Mom!” Now he had to sit up.

“If someone does something nice, you shouldn’t kick them.”

“He said he had to do it or I would be unpleasant company.” He crossed his arms defiantly. Consoling? The hell!

“I see, you were hurt by his words.”

“I was not hurt!”

His mother sighed and smiled sadly.

“You are still such a child, Taisuke. Don’t get me wrong. I love that innocence and obviousness about you, but don’t you think you should finally face yourself?”

“No.” He finally said. “I don’t want to face any of this.”

The eyes of his mother grew big.

“So, you are actually aware of it?”

“Since yesterday.” He looked down at his fingers.

“Being in love is not the end of the world.”

“No, it is. It is for me. It’s the wrong person.”

“There is nothing like being in love with the wrong person. That is not something we choose. It just happens and in your case, I think you are even lucky. He is not a stranger to you and you don’t have any rivals like a girlfriend.”

“How would you know he doesn’t have a girlfriend?”

“Aha, you are interested in it?”

“I hate you.”

His mother started to laugh and she had to muffle herself to not wake the rest of the family up.

“Let’s call it maternal instinct. He doesn’t, don’t worry.” She said after calming down.

“I am not interested.” He mumbled and his mother ruffled his hair before getting up.

“It’s late, go to bed Taisuke. You can still think about winning him over tomorrow.” And with that she was out of the room.

“I don’t want to win him over.” He punched their couch frustrated.

He wanted to sulk, but if he sulked he would have to explain it and he definitely didn’t want that!

The days went by and he was none the wiser what to give Kitayama. They were doomed to talk about it in an interview. They were always the unlucky fools.

His mother wasn’t making his life any easier.

“Mom no, I am not going to do that.”

“But it would be so cute.” His mother pointed out

“I don’t want to be cute.”

“You have a cute face anyway, so what’s the deal?”
”I have a sexy face.”
”Whatever you say Taisuke...”

He pouted at his mother. She was obviously not taking him seriously.

“Way to make your point.” She laughed and pointed at his pouting mouth.

Immediately, he stopped. Damn it!

“You look stressed?” Yokoo commented the next day.

“Because my life is hard!”

“Aren’t you only making it hard? Anyway, Kitayama is surely not riling you up on propose.”

“You think Kitayama is the only reason my life is hard?” He said tonelessly.

“Isn’t it always Kitayama?”

“Sorry for disappointing you, but my world does not revolve around that damn idiot.”
”It does not?” If Yokoo didn’t look that honestly surprised, he would have kicked him and told him to shut up.

“No.”
”Since when did you fall out of love?”

He was not the slightest bit amused by this.

“This is not funny, Wataru.”

“Oh, so you are still in denial? And here I thought…”

“GRRRRRRKYAAAA!”

“What…was…that?” Yokoo asked him with his eyes wide open.

“I am calling in sick!” He totally ignored Yokoo and stormed past him. Too much. This was too much for him to handle.

He needed a break.

His mother was thankfully not home so he just shrugged out of almost all his clothing, put on a pyjama pants and dived under the covers. He felt so miserable and his head was ready to burst.

Where was the hole he could crawl into? Where? Where?

“Taisuke?” An hour later his mother struck her head through the door.

“…”

“Are you alright?”

“I am fine.” He grumbled in his blanket. She came in and sat down on the edge of his bed.

“If you are fine, why are you here then? It’s not like you to just skip work.” She pushed some of his hair out of his face and then frowned.

“Aren’t you quite hot?”

“Of course I am hot. I am sexy.” He said sulking.

She swatted him on the head and left. A few minutes later she returned with a clinical thermometer.

“I am not having a fever.”

Ignoring his protest, she made him take it in the mouth.

“Now you worried yourself sick. I am sorry for pushing you like this.” She said after looking at his temperature.

“I am not sick.”
”Sure, why would you be sick with a temperature of 38,5°C?” She said sarcastically.

“Ehhh!” He took the clinical thermometer and looked for himself. “The thing is broken.”

She rolled her eyes and made him lay back down.

“Take a rest and stop worrying yourself for now. You have to get healthy fast. You don’t want to be sick on Christmas, do you? Only three more days.”

Way to calm him down, now he was even more worried. He still had no idea what to give Kitayama.

He rolled on his side and closed his eyes. Might as well, make us of this skipped day of work or as others would call it: sick leave.

“It is extremely unusual for him to leave work.”

He blearily blinked his eyes open. Why was he hearing this voice?

“I know. I was worried too when I saw his shoes at the entrance when I returned some hours ago. He seems to have caught a fever. Knowing him, he will be back to work tomorrow though.”
”He shouldn’t.”

“I know. Maybe you can try to talk some sense into him?”

“I might be the last person he listens to.”

“Now that you are already here.”

“Okay.”

He pressed his eyes close. This had to be some kind of sick joke.

It obviously was not. Only some seconds later his bed dipped and it was not his mother this time.

“If you force yourself too much, things like this happen.” Kitayama spoke softly, but there was no mistaking who it was.

“I am not forcing myself.”

“Yokoo-chan said you look incredible stressed.”

Wataru was such a traitor. Why was he telling things like that to Kitayama of all people?

“I am not.”

“You are even stubborn when sick? Impressive.”

“What are you doing here anyway?” He ignored the other’s statement. He could get riled up about it but he was seriously too tired.

“Yokoo said you surely didn’t want to see him and the others are all busy. I am the only one free. And let’s be frank, your strange disappearance made us all speechless.”

He sighed. So Kitayama was here because he had to. This was annoying him.

“As you can see, I am alright.”
”Are you kicking me out?”

“Uhm…”

“You could at least turn towards me.”

He felt how Kitayama wrapped an arm around his waist and turned him around.

“Hey!” He had faced on propose to the other direction.

“You really do look feverish.” Kitayama pursed his lips as he studied his face.

He rolled his eyes and then sighed.

“Just let me sleep it off.” Fujigaya grumble and closed his eyes. Kitayama seemed to accept that and there were no further discussions. Sometimes he could bet that there was a feather-like touch on his cheek or forehead, but his eyelids were too heavy to lift.

The next morning he woke up feeling slightly better. The pounding in his head was bearable, with an aspirin or two. As he wanted to swing his legs over the edge he noticed a paper that was lying on his pillow, next to where his head had been.

“Come to work and I’ll carry you back to your bed.”

Fujigaya frowned. He wouldn’t put it above the other to do just that. What should he do? Well, he could always cling to the door handle of their dressing room. Standing up, he placed his hand on the headboard of his bed. If the world wasn’t spinning like that he would be grateful.

“I figured you would get up again.” His mother leaned in the doorframe and he blinked towards her.

"Leave me.”

“Go back to bed.” She came towards him and made him sit back down.

“I have an interview, a photo shoot and a meeting with our manager. I can’t skip another day. Already yesterday, I missed an important meeting”
“Hiromitsu said he would take care of all this, so stop worrying.”
”What?”

“He has been taking care of you till early in the morning, so show some gratefulness and listen to what he wrote. Moreover, you’d just make them all worried. You don’t want that, do you?”

“I hate this.” He groaned and let himself fall backwards back on his bed.

“He said you can’t be sick on Christmas and I think he is right. That would be awful, wouldn’t it?”

“That guy only wants his present.”

“You would be sad if you couldn’t go, because you can’t get out of bed while the other six celebrate. Don’t deny it.”

Ultimately crawling into bed he stuck his tongue out.

“Sleep some more. I will wake you up for food.”

“Yes, mom.”

When it was 10 am and way too late for him to be still in bed he couldn’t stay still anymore. He put on warm socks and padded out of his room.

Stealing a quick glance in the pot standing on the table, he decided it was time for breakfast.

“There you are!” The voice of his mother said from behind him.

“Hm?”

”I already thought you left without me noticing for work, when I wanted to wake you up just now and you were gone.”

“I don’t want to give my band mates trouble, so you can stop worrying.”

“Your band mates or just Hiromitsu?”

“Mom…” He groaned and she let it slide this time, which he was very grateful for.

She sat down with him and he started to eat.

“Are you still tired?”

“It’s better. I think I can go to work tomorrow.”

“If your fever doesn’t rise again, I guess.”

“I will!” He could impossibly take off another day.

“Okay, okay.”

He ate the rest of his breakfast and then noticed something strange. The shirt he was wearing was more than unfamiliar.

“Where does this come from?” He took the hem in his hands and showed his mother.

“Hiromitsu asked me whether I could give him a shirt since you were apparently freezing and not wearing one. I was just making dinner so I told him to search in your closet.”
”This does not come from out of my closet.”

“Well,” His mother looked thoughtfully at the shirt. “Do you want to put on another one?”

“No, it’s very comfy.”

“Maybe I put it in your closet by mistake? It could be Ryosuke’s.”

“Hm.”

He had a quite good idea where this shirt was coming from now. It didn’t smell at all like the washing powder his family used.

Well, he would wash it and then give it to its owner. He couldn’t remember at all how Kitayama had put it on him, that must have been difficult for the other.

His mother asked him the next day every five seconds if he really was going to go to work. Alone from that, he felt a headache and at work the worrying continued.

“Are you really okay? Kitamitsu said you really were out of it. If I had known you were that sick, I wouldn’t have teased you.”

“Stop blaming yourself. It was not your fault, not at all.” He tried to reassure Yokoo who was doting on him like crazy.

“But Kitamitsu said you were unconscious at the one time and in the next you where babbling muddleheaded.”

He would have to strangle the dwarf for telling things like that to Wataru of all people, but even more worrisome: What did he say in his sleep?

Hopefully, nothing embarrassing.

When one wanted something it never happened. Like just now. He wanted to be alone with Kitayama in their dressing room so that they could talk or fight, depending on one’s perception. Usually, they were always left alone to agonize over the tense atmosphere between them, but not today. It was maddening. Whenever he thought he was lucky, someone else entered the room and made him shut his mouth.

At the end of the day he was ready to throw a tantrum, but of course, he did not. That would only make other’s believe he was still sick.

He did pout though as he walked through the corridor towards the exit of the Jimusho. A tap on his shoulder made him stop in his tracks. When he turned there was no one but an open door right behind him. He stuck his head in.

“Hey~” Kitayama greeted him lazily.

He lifted a questioning eyebrow as he entered.

“What did you want to talk about?” Kitayama beat him to it.

“How did you know I wanted to talk to you?”

“You don’t usually open and close your mouth like a fish on dry land and look like an idiot while doing so.”
He looked sourly at the other. There was no need to point out how stupid he had looked; thank you very much. Now, his mood was even worse.

“Wataru said you said I talked in my sleep. What did I say?”

“Oh, so you are worried about that? Nothing important. Mostly rubbish with no sense to it.”

He sighed relieved. Finally, some good news.

“Here.” He took out the shirt he had worn yesterday and washed. “I figured you might miss it.”

“Ah, thank you. Your mother told me to look in your closet, but I know how holy it is to you. You might have killed me for it, who knows.”

“I could have done that.” He was not that bad, was he?

“Thanks, I love the old thing.” Kitayama stuffed it in his bag. Fujigaya made a non-comical noise and then turned on his heels. He finally wanted to go home.

“Hey!” Kitayama caught up to him as he walked out of the building in the direction of the train station.

“Do you want me to give you a ride?”
”Eh?” He looked perplexed at the other. Had Kitayama lost his sanity or taking drugs? Something was certainly wrong with the other.

“Well, it is cold and only yesterday you had a terrible fever. You could easily get sick again and that just before Christmas.”

“I am not a little kid.”

The argument was lost on Kitayama who grabbed the strap of his bag and if he didn’t want to say goodbye to his faithful companion he had to follow after Kitayama.

“My bag!”

Kitayama put it in the luggage compartment and before he could take it out again, closed it.

“If you want it back before tomorrow, get in the car.”
”That is blackmailing.”
”I wouldn’t say taking care of someone is blackmailing, but suit yourself.” While saying that, Kitayama pushed him into the passenger seat.

The ride was silent expect for the few times Kitayama hummed along with the songs in the radio. True to his word, Kitayama gave him his bag back as soon as they had reached his home.

“Thanks.”

“See and you are still alive. It wasn’t that bad, now was it?”

He stuck his tongue out and the other waved with a laugh.

“All I want for Christmas is you~”

And with that the other was gone. He grimaced he had pushed that matter to the back of his mind.

“You are early?” His mother greeted him.

“Kitayama gave me a ride home.” He pulled an unhappy face.

His mother threw her arms exasperated in the air.

“You stupid love-sick boy.” She flicked his forehead and he looked flabbergasted after her. What was that for?

Whatever…

Time passed and soon he was so desperate he asked his mother for advice again.

“Christmas Eve is today and I still have no present.”

“Just do as I told you to. It will be good.”
”No.”

“Do yourself this favour.”
”But…”

“He will like it. Stop worrying for once.”

“Okay.” He really was desperate.

He felt really uncomfortable as he made himself ready. They would celebrate at Wataru’s flat. It was cleaner than Kitayama’s and no one else lived alone.

“Can I go like this?” He turned in front of his mother.

“You are asking me for clothing advice? How nervous are you?”

“That was not an answer.”

“You are looking good, dear. Just one more thing.”

He watched astonished as his mother kneeled down and took out what looked like kohl.

After she was done, he frowned.

“You are way too supportive.”

“Have fun!”

His mother prevented him trice from turning on his heels.

“Don’t be a coward, make me proud.”

“Mom, I think my fever is coming back. Maybe I should stay after all.”

“One more word and I will call Hiromitsu and tell him to kidnap you.”

”Nice try, you don’t even have his number.”

“So you think.” The confident smile on his mother’s lips, made his own slip. Damn.

He really didn’t want that to happen so he reluctantly got in his car and left.

“You are the last. What took you so long?” Wataru dragged him into his flat even before he had properly taken off his shoes.

“Eh…” No need to tell them he had tried to avoid coming.

The atmosphere was very nice. There was so much food, he doubted even with people like Kitayama present they would be able to eat it all. Fujigaya could have really enjoyed the evening if Senga had not screamed for presents halfway through.

“Let’s go by age and start by the youngest?” Senga asked with beaming eyes after they had comfortably settled down in the living room.

“Can’t we go by who looks the youngest?” Kitayama tried.

“Be a little bit more grown up. Senga starts.” Yokoo said and made their oldest shut up.

Senga bounced excitedly as he received the Michael Jackson DVD from him and he smiled slightly. It wasn’t all that bad to give presents he had been told.

Senga got some movies, computer games and something very dubious looking from Nikaido. He was never going to ask what that was for.

There were collective gasps as he handed Nikaido his present.

“Gaya…”

“He asked for it!” He defended himself.

“Karma sutra for Gay couples? Are you serious?”

“Is there a difference between this and normal Karma sutra?” Tamamori asked perplexed.

“That’s what I am going to find out.” Nikaido grinned broadly and for reasons they didn’t want to know, Senga blushed.

The others had considerable normal presents and he really cursed Nikaido for telling him something like this.

He gave Miyata and Tamamori their gift coupons for a day in the spa together.

“Don’t make it look too much of a date.” Kitayama looked at the two pointedly.

“It’s not a date.” Tamamori muttered and played with his fingers.

“Yeah sure.” Kitayama said sarcastically.

“Don’t be mean or I will take present-san home with me again.” Tamamori glared and Kitayama closed his lips. The older one wanted his present.

Yokoo smiled as he opened his present from him.

“Why did you want a guide book for anime?” Miyata asked surprised.

“My girlfriend likes it.”

“You should have told us! I didn’t know you have a girlfriend!” Senga exclaimed and clapped his hands excitedly.

“Ask me for help if you need any~” Miyata grinned goofily. Finally, something he was an expert in.

After all of them but Kitayama had received their presents the oldest of them sat up excitedly.

“My turn~”

Fujigaya tried to lean back as inconspicuously as possible and seriously hoped to be forgotten. Kitayama was distracted as long as the other members were giving him his presents but after they were all done, not only Kitayama looked expectantly at him but all six. He hated his life.

“You said you would get something awful for me.”

Fujigaya smiled tortured. He wanted to die, in this exact moment, please.

“It must have been tough to find something for him since he had no idea what he wanted and because of that sang this song.” Senga said thoughtfully.

Suddenly, everything looked so much worse. Kitayama sang this because he didn’t know what he wanted for Christmas? That was why?

He clenched his teeth.

“Taisuke?” Yokoo taped his shoulder.

“I forgot it at home.” The lie was over his lips before he realized it.

“Eh? At home?” Nikaido said surprised.

“Wasn’t it with the other presents?” Tamamori thought aloud.

“It was the last I wrapped. I forgot it on my table.” He couldn’t bear to look in Kitayama’s eyes. He knew how much the other had anticipated his present and now, he had nothing. Basically.

“Uhm, why don’t we drink something?” Yokoo jumped up to somehow bypass the silence that had settled over them.

“I’ll get a smoke.”

The others let him and he went out of the complex to search for a calm corner where he wouldn’t be discovered by pedestrians.

“Way to fuck up.” He grumbled as he fished for his cigarettes. “So stupid…”

“I don’t understand you.”

Fujigaya almost jumped out of his skin.

“You almost gave me a heart-attack!”

Kitayama seemed to be unimpressed and kept walking till he was right next to him.

“Just now you lied. Why?”

“Who said I lied? I am sorry, okay? I’ll give it to you later.”

“Okay then, say again that you forgot it but this time look me right in the eyes.”

“What are you trying to do?” Kitayama was so terrible stubborn.

“I am trying to understand what is going on.”

“Nothing is going on. I just forgot.”

“Always when you come to the part with the forgetting you look away. Isn’t that weird?”

“You want your present now? You really want it now? Now?” His voice was loud and edgy but he hated how Kitayama was cornering him. Why couldn’t the other leave him alone with it? He felt so terribly put under pressure.

“Uhm, yes?” Even Kitayama seemed unsure now because of his outburst.

“Here!” He let his hand glide into his pocket and threw the little item that had been in it at his surprised band member.

Puzzled Kitayama held up the pink ribbon with a scrunchy attached to it.

“…Thanks?”

Fujigaya slumped down and sighed. This way it made no sense.

What did he have to lose except his pride? He had already made a fool out of himself anyway.

He plucked the ribbon out of Kitayama’s fingers, took a few strands of his black hair and attached the ribbon to it.

“Now it is complete.”

Kitayama blinked.

He clicked his tongue. How could someone be so slow? He seriously wanted a smoke now.

“Seriously?” It suddenly burst out of Kitayama.

“You are so slow.”

“You took me by my word.” The astonishment was obvious in the other’s voice.

“You make my life hard.” He grumbled under his breathe.

The left corner of Kitayama’s mouth tugged up and there was a twinkling in those mischievous eyes.

“Sorry about that. I guess you couldn’t really forget my present at home while being present yourself.”

“I guess so.” This was so damn embarrassing. Why again had he let his mother talk him into it?

“Wow.” Kitayama seemed to be pretty speechless.

“Can we go back in now? It’s frigging cold.” He rubbed his upper arms. Maybe he should have taken his jacket outside. It was winter after all.

“Sure.” Kitayama tugged slightly at the ribbon with a smile. “It must have been impossible to give me my present with so many watching.”

“You have no idea.” He grumbled and they returned back inside.

Nikaido had to comment on the ribbon in his hair of course.

“What’s that, Gaya?”

Kitayama slapped Nikaido’s hands away as he wanted to tug it out of his hair.

“Hey…”

”I take it out and no one else.”

“Eh?” Nikaido exchanged glances with the other members and Fujigaya decided that maybe the best would be to ignore it all.

The rest of the evening was considerable nice, except that Yokoo seemed to be set on finding out what had happened between him and Kitayama. He didn’t answer, simply because he wasn’t sure either what exactly had happened.

They didn’t talk about it. So far, he was simply glad Kitayama didn’t laugh in his face. That would have been too cruel.

They cleaned up some for Yokoo’s sake and nerves and then got ready to leave.

“Do you want to sleep over, Taisuke?” He everything but wanted to get asked more questions by Yokoo he couldn’t answer. Kitayama was the one, who answered for him though.

“Sorry Yokoo-chan, but this guy is coming with me.”
”I am?”

Kitayama flicked the pink ribbon with his index finger and looked pointedly at him. He swallowed.

“I am.”

They left and he ignored the whispers of his band members. He really didn’t need to hear.

They drove each in their own cars, but he followed Kitayama since he wanted to know. The other obviously wanted to talk. He wondered what his answer would be.

He parked next to Kitayama and followed him into his flat. Inside, he took off his shoes.

“Do you want something to drink?”

“Can we just talk about it?” If he had something to drink, he would only distract himself with it. As much as he hated to admit it, his mother had her reasons for calling him a coward.

“Of course.” Kitayama motioned to his couch and he sat down. “I don’t want to return my present. I want to keep it.” The older simply said out straight.

Then he watched his reaction, though Fujigaya wasn’t sure how to react. The only thing he knew was that his palms were getting sweaty and a bouncy ball was going crazy in his tummy. How cheesy. He had always believed those idiots in love made it up and now he found out it really could happen. That sucked.

He swallowed.

“You are going to take it back?” Kitayama tilted his head to the side and kept watching.

“No.”

“Hm.” Kitayama seemed to consider his answer and how to react to it.

The other one’s way of reacting to it was quite mind-blowing. The older one leaned over to him and kissed him on the mouth. Kitayama was not exactly aggressive, but still intense enough to sweep him off his feet.

After only a few seconds, he was starting to feel dizzy. He shouldn’t have held his breath while waiting for Kitayama’s answer.

“Yours is the only present I haven’t unwrapped.” The warm breath tickled his ear and he might be flushing.

“No one is keeping you from doing so.” Wow, he was impressed by himself. That sounded pretty cool-headed just now.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

Kitayama pulled him up and he had a quite good idea where he was getting pushed. The other started with the ribbon as he sat on the bed, followed by his cardigan, shirt, tank top, jeans, socks…and boxer briefs. While stripping him, Kitayama had traced pretty much every possible bump he found.

“What’s this?”

Kitayama slide down his body and looked at his hip.

“You have ‘Merry Christmas’ written on your hip.”

“My mother is a little bit too supporting of you.”

“That’s nice.”

“Maybe for you.”

That made Kitayama chuckle against his hip and him shudder.

“What’s with your clothing?”

“I guess I should take it off as well.”

Kitayama did so, flopped down on the bed, pulled the covers up and switched off the light on the nightstand.

“Wha…what?” Okay yes, he was confused.

“You are my present, right? So I have all the time of the world to throughout discover you. Let’s not turn this into a simple fling.”

“You are weird.”

“No, I just waited too long for you to finally catch on to let it pass like that.”

“Let it pass?”

“My chance, silly.”

"Oh…”

True to his word, Kitayama didn’t make a move on him. It was really weird.

“What was the purpose of stripping?” If he wasn’t getting any. Wait, was Kitayama still awake?

“I wanted to unwrap my present, of course.” The other’s voice already sounded thick with sleep.

“I see and why did you strip?”

“I always sleep naked.”

He opened and closed his mouth again. Okay, that had been unexpected.

When the other curled up to him more, he snorted. If he was cold, maybe clothes would help. Though now as it was, he could as well cuddle back. Kitayama had started. It was not his fault.

When he woke up they were hugging each other (disgustingly) close. It was pretty funny though that Kitayama seemed to have the habit to nose things in his sleep which was today his collarbone. Was he a pig?

When the other moved on to his neck, he couldn’t help but squirm. His neck was the most ticklish spot he had.

“Mop stoving.”

“What?” He asked blatantly

“I said: Stop Moving.”

“You did not.”

“I did now.”

Kitayama looked groggily at him and then at his alarm.

“It is way too early to be up.”

“I would still sleep if you didn’t nuzzle my neck.”

“I did?” The other asked and pushed some of his hair behind his ear and out of his face.

“Yes.”

“Maybe you smell nice.”

Before he could answer to that his phone beeped. He leaned out of the bed to search for it on the floor since from there the noise was coming. Thankfully, he was lucky.

Kitayama was stuck to him like bubble gum and was just as hard to get off. Therefore, he was glad that his phone was lying right on top of his pants which he could reach just enough to tug it closer. His range of motion was greatly restricted.

It was a text from his mother.

You are hopefully naked in Hiromitsu’s bed…otherwise I’ll be disappointed.

Your lovely mother

“She is indeed very supportive.” Kitayama read over his shoulder. “I am impressed by her.”

“Hm, you praised her cooking too much six years ago.”
”It was really good! I just said the truth. What are you going to answer her? The truth?”

“That you still remember after six years.”

“Food is always unforgettable.”

I am in bed naked…you’ll have to wait till later to find out with whom :P

Your even lovelier son

“Isn’t that mean? She even wished me a merry Christmas.”

“She did?”

“On your hip.”

He rolled his eyes. How could he forget?

“All I want for Christmas is you.” Kitayama sang it against his back and he blushed slightly. Never would he have expected for Kitayama to be that romantic.

“When we are asked in an interview what we gave each other as Christmas presents, we have to lie about mine.” Fujigaya remembered his previous worry.

“I will just tell them I won’t tell. I bet that will make the fans squee enough if I make a secret out of it.” Kitayama said against his skin.

“They would squee more if they knew the truth.”
”Let’s pray it never comes to this.” Kitayama said and he could already imagine this nightmare.

“Let’s just tell them what I gave you, it’s considerably harmless.” The older one said lightly.

“It depends on what you do with it.” He couldn’t help but say as the possibilities flashed in his mind.

“Now that you are saying…”

“You can use the massage oil later on me.” Without looking directly at Kitayama, it was easier to say ambiguous stuff like that.

“Where I want?”
”Wherever you want.”

Kitayama hummed appreciating.

His phone beeped again.

Brat. Be more thankful.

Fujigaya smiled slightly. His mother was really a one in a million.

He rolled back into bed properly and was welcomed with a grunt. Kitayama was obviously slipping back to sleep and if all that didn’t feel all so surreal he would do the same. As it was, he only stared at the ceiling and marvelled at his life with the realization that for once everything had turned out alright.