fic: hair
Title: Hair
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: If the boys were mine they would be married. Obviously, they are not *duhhhhh*
Beta: not beta-ed. I didn't manage
Pairing(s): KitaFuji, mentioned MiyaTama
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff
Warnings: Kisumai being Kisumai, Fujigaya (yes, he deserves a warning), crack-ish, I have written better
Summary: For years they never had the same hair colour and then it goes wrong.
Author Notes: I actually wanted to write this fic a year ago and figured I would wait till they would dye their hair in the same colour. I dare say it took them a while. Though, they have different hair colours again already .
Hair
"Oh God no, what did you do?" Fujigaya screeched horrified. His voice jumped up a notch too high it shouldn't have and Yokoo rubbed his left ear and cursed for standing next to his best friend.
Kitayama stood a little dumbstruck in the middle of the room.
"What?" The oldest asked puzzled.
"Your hair!" Fujigaya exclaimed as if that would explain everything.
"Ohm, yes?" Kitayama said and looked a little helpless at the rest of the band.
Surprisingly, Tamamori was the one who caught on the first.
"You dyed your hair in the exact same colour as Taipi's."
The other members said an understanding "Ah." Except for Miyata who was too awed that Tamamori of all people had realized it.
"Oh." Kitayama said and then went unfazed to his costume for the photo shoot to change into it.
"We can't have the same hair colour." Fujigaya went over to the other and crossed his arms defensively.
"Listen, you said a week ago you would go brown as soon as possible. You should be thankful that I always change my hair colour according to yours. I thought you would be brown by now."
"You should have been more careful."
"Do you have any idea how much of a hassle it is to always dye my hair when you dye yours for drama filming?" Kitayama crossed his arms as well and tired to stand as tall as possible. As Fujigaya noticed it, he pushed up his nose a little higher as well.
"I am not getting on a picture with you like that."
"Stop being stupid." Kitayama rolled his eyes
"Hair is just dead cells you are carrying around on your head anyway." Senga said.
"Eww gross." Nikaido wrinkled his nose.
"It's true! It even has our DNA in it." Senga exclaimed but no one listened to him.
"You have to dye your hair." Fujigaya told Kitayama seriously.
Kitayama's mouth curled the way it always did when he was very annoyed.
"It is not the exact hair colour, is it?" Miyata jumped in smelling danger.
Fujigaya frowned. He then grabbed Kitayama by the collar and dragged him to the mirrors. Scrunching his eyes, he tried to see a difference.
"It's the same." He assessed after some seconds.
"I am not dyeing my hair. It is too late anyway. The photo shoot starts in a bit." Kitayama flicked Fujigaya's hand from his collar and went over to his costume.
Fujigaya maltreated his bottom lip.
"A wig then." He finally said and Kitayama didn't deem this worthy of more than a sigh.
"Staff-san, we need a wig, please." Fujigaya called out of the door.
"As if the staff would find a wig that fast. I would even bet." Tamamori grumbled and flattened his hair.
"I top if I win!" Miyata jumped up immediately and held out his hand for Tamamori to take.
"What a way to come out." Senga mumbled, but of course no one paid him any mind.
Tamamori crinkled his nose in the way only he could do and looked at Miyata's hand as if it was the plague. The rest of the band spied carefully through their bangs as Tamamori lowered his hand into Miyata's.
"Yosh! Kento, you own me dinner. I told you Miyacchi tops." Nikaido grinned from ear to ear.
"Wait! It doesn't seem to be their usual arrangement. I win."
"Miyata hasn't won that bet yet anyway." Tamamori frowned at their two youngest.
"He will sure enough. They have a big fund of costumes here." Nikaido said reassuringly and Tamamori paled around the nose.
"Ohm, someone asked for a wig?" A woman stuck her head through the door and held out something hairy.
Miyata cheered and Tamamori groaned and declared he wanted extra lube.
"Thank you." Fujigaya marched over to her and entangled the hair. It was a longhair wig with curls.
"That doesn't look like something we can use." Yokoo pointed out, but Fujigaya didn't care and with a few quick tugs had it on Kitayama's head.
Kitayama blinked shorttaken.
"I would turn gay for you." Nikaido said seriously and nodded his head as he looked at their leader.
Kitayama frowned.
"Really cute." Senga agreed with his friend.
"If anyone here wears that wig, than it will be Mr. Bothersome." The wig changed heads as fast as it had first been put on.
"I am not going to wear this." Fujigaya frowned and moved his fingers through the tangled curls.
"You are not cute at all." Nikaido said and Fujigaya pouted.
"Well, maybe a little." Nikaido conceded as he saw Fujigaya's pouty lips.
"Are you ready for your make-up?" A man working as staff entered the room.
"I'll be changed in a sec." Kitayama hurried over to his clothes.
"Outsiders shouldn't be here." The staff said and walked towards Fujigaya. "But I don't mind showing you the way to the door." The man grinned goofily at Fujigaya who frowned. When he didn't bug, the staff pulled at his wrist.
"That's a dude." Fully changed, Kitayama pulled the wig from Fujigaya's head. The man blushed to the roots of his hair and let go of Fujigaya's wrist as if he had gotten burned. There was snickering all around and the man scrambled out of the door as fast as he could.
"I guess Taisuke is cuter than he seems to us." Yokoo grinned.
"We know how stupid he can be. That's all." Kitayama said calmly. "I am going to stand with my hair right next to you. You'll survive."
Fujigaya huffed but didn't comment further.
During the photo shoot Fujigaya made it a point to stand as far as possible away from Kitayama as he could. Not that it made much of a difference to their usual photo shoots.
When they were done, the members left one by one. Miyata and Tamamori were quarrelling over who would top tonight and Yokoo mumbled something about a date. Nikaido and Senga had been out of the door as fast as lightening.
Fujigaya straightened with a sigh when he was done changing.
"See, you survived it." Kitayama leaned nonchalantly in the doorframe.
"You know exactly why I am that adamant." Fujigaya grumbled and Kitayama sauntered towards him.
"Yes, I know and thinking carefully about it, I find it really cute, but you shouldn't worry that much. Just because we have the same hair colour doesn't mean anyone will notice we are in a relationship."
"You know exactly how much our fans search for something matching."
"So what? Let them ship us because we are wearing jeans at the same time. It doesn't mean they know the truth." Kitayama pulled him close and kissed him on the lips. Only quick, because he knew Fujigaya didn't appreciate it at work. "Moreover, we are taking so many safety measures that people are already wondering whether we are enemies."
"Just don't put on my clothes again. And one of us has to dye his hair again."
"Why? Since I have worn those funky pants, you haven't touched it even with the tips of your fingers. That was the best I have ever done for you and your fashion sense."
Fujigaya scoffed.
"It is cute how you are always protecting our relationship, but you should also take your time to enjoy it. Like tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Fujigaya asked as he pulled the zipper of his bag close. He had long given up on getting Kitayama to stop calling him something as disgusting as cute. It only had the opposite effect.
"I can't believe you forgot our anniversary again."
"Again already?"
"You are seriously too busy to notice how time passes. You did notice that you are already 26, didn't you?"
"Of course, you smeared cake in my face even before I woke up."
"Ah, that was nice." Kitayama said with a dreamy expression on his face as he remembered how he had licked the other's lips free of cream.
"It's our 5th anniversary?" Fujigaya asked carefully.
"8th, but don't worry. I will remind you tomorrow throughout of it."
"Who brings the lube?"
"Taisuke, I always have lube with me." Kitayama rolled his lips.
"I already told you several times we will never have sex at work."
"At our tenth anniversary I will have your ass behind a costume rack and you won't care." Kitayama grinned mischievously at him and Fujigaya swallowed.
When Fujigaya turned to put on his jacket, Kitayama smiled slightly because his lover's mind hadn't even crossed the thought he might carry around the lube for someone else. It was something he truly loved about the other. Fujigaya never once had doubted his feeling for him. It made it easy for him to relax. This reminded him...
"That guy really mistook your for a girl."
"I think he only looked at the hair. Where is your scarf? I hope you were burning with jealousy as he flirted with me."
Kitayama hurriedly retrieved his scarf. He almost forgot it.
"Here it is, thanks. Of course. Would you be satisfied if I said I wanted to tear him into pieces?" Kitayama asked jokingly.
"How many?" Fujigaya asked playfully.
"Would you be satisfied with 20 pieces?"
"Well, I guess it is acceptable." Fujigaya grinned.
"Let's go, you moron."
They left with their hands stuffed into their pockets and their bags over their shoulders.
"Do you think it is really okay with the hair?" Fujigaya was close to tormenting his bottom lip again.
"If you had come when I invited you yesterday, you would have known about my hair colour."
"I might have to move in with you after all. I shouldn't miss such stuff."
Shocked, Kitayama stopped walking and stared at Fujigaya in disbelieve.
"I have been trying to get you to move in with me for four years and all I had to do is dye my hair?" He asked incredulously. "I even made a list of three pages with advantages of living together and you turned me down. I took five hours to write it!"
Fujigaya turned towards him, stuck his tongue out at him and then skipped happily along the corridor.
"I am so going to tie you to the bed tomorrow to make you suffer, you little brat." Kitayama grumbled as he followed Fujigaya.
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: If the boys were mine they would be married. Obviously, they are not *duhhhhh*
Beta: not beta-ed. I didn't manage
Pairing(s): KitaFuji, mentioned MiyaTama
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff
Warnings: Kisumai being Kisumai, Fujigaya (yes, he deserves a warning), crack-ish, I have written better
Summary: For years they never had the same hair colour and then it goes wrong.
Author Notes: I actually wanted to write this fic a year ago and figured I would wait till they would dye their hair in the same colour. I dare say it took them a while. Though, they have different hair colours again already .
Hair
"Oh God no, what did you do?" Fujigaya screeched horrified. His voice jumped up a notch too high it shouldn't have and Yokoo rubbed his left ear and cursed for standing next to his best friend.
Kitayama stood a little dumbstruck in the middle of the room.
"What?" The oldest asked puzzled.
"Your hair!" Fujigaya exclaimed as if that would explain everything.
"Ohm, yes?" Kitayama said and looked a little helpless at the rest of the band.
Surprisingly, Tamamori was the one who caught on the first.
"You dyed your hair in the exact same colour as Taipi's."
The other members said an understanding "Ah." Except for Miyata who was too awed that Tamamori of all people had realized it.
"Oh." Kitayama said and then went unfazed to his costume for the photo shoot to change into it.
"We can't have the same hair colour." Fujigaya went over to the other and crossed his arms defensively.
"Listen, you said a week ago you would go brown as soon as possible. You should be thankful that I always change my hair colour according to yours. I thought you would be brown by now."
"You should have been more careful."
"Do you have any idea how much of a hassle it is to always dye my hair when you dye yours for drama filming?" Kitayama crossed his arms as well and tired to stand as tall as possible. As Fujigaya noticed it, he pushed up his nose a little higher as well.
"I am not getting on a picture with you like that."
"Stop being stupid." Kitayama rolled his eyes
"Hair is just dead cells you are carrying around on your head anyway." Senga said.
"Eww gross." Nikaido wrinkled his nose.
"It's true! It even has our DNA in it." Senga exclaimed but no one listened to him.
"You have to dye your hair." Fujigaya told Kitayama seriously.
Kitayama's mouth curled the way it always did when he was very annoyed.
"It is not the exact hair colour, is it?" Miyata jumped in smelling danger.
Fujigaya frowned. He then grabbed Kitayama by the collar and dragged him to the mirrors. Scrunching his eyes, he tried to see a difference.
"It's the same." He assessed after some seconds.
"I am not dyeing my hair. It is too late anyway. The photo shoot starts in a bit." Kitayama flicked Fujigaya's hand from his collar and went over to his costume.
Fujigaya maltreated his bottom lip.
"A wig then." He finally said and Kitayama didn't deem this worthy of more than a sigh.
"Staff-san, we need a wig, please." Fujigaya called out of the door.
"As if the staff would find a wig that fast. I would even bet." Tamamori grumbled and flattened his hair.
"I top if I win!" Miyata jumped up immediately and held out his hand for Tamamori to take.
"What a way to come out." Senga mumbled, but of course no one paid him any mind.
Tamamori crinkled his nose in the way only he could do and looked at Miyata's hand as if it was the plague. The rest of the band spied carefully through their bangs as Tamamori lowered his hand into Miyata's.
"Yosh! Kento, you own me dinner. I told you Miyacchi tops." Nikaido grinned from ear to ear.
"Wait! It doesn't seem to be their usual arrangement. I win."
"Miyata hasn't won that bet yet anyway." Tamamori frowned at their two youngest.
"He will sure enough. They have a big fund of costumes here." Nikaido said reassuringly and Tamamori paled around the nose.
"Ohm, someone asked for a wig?" A woman stuck her head through the door and held out something hairy.
Miyata cheered and Tamamori groaned and declared he wanted extra lube.
"Thank you." Fujigaya marched over to her and entangled the hair. It was a longhair wig with curls.
"That doesn't look like something we can use." Yokoo pointed out, but Fujigaya didn't care and with a few quick tugs had it on Kitayama's head.
Kitayama blinked shorttaken.
"I would turn gay for you." Nikaido said seriously and nodded his head as he looked at their leader.
Kitayama frowned.
"Really cute." Senga agreed with his friend.
"If anyone here wears that wig, than it will be Mr. Bothersome." The wig changed heads as fast as it had first been put on.
"I am not going to wear this." Fujigaya frowned and moved his fingers through the tangled curls.
"You are not cute at all." Nikaido said and Fujigaya pouted.
"Well, maybe a little." Nikaido conceded as he saw Fujigaya's pouty lips.
"Are you ready for your make-up?" A man working as staff entered the room.
"I'll be changed in a sec." Kitayama hurried over to his clothes.
"Outsiders shouldn't be here." The staff said and walked towards Fujigaya. "But I don't mind showing you the way to the door." The man grinned goofily at Fujigaya who frowned. When he didn't bug, the staff pulled at his wrist.
"That's a dude." Fully changed, Kitayama pulled the wig from Fujigaya's head. The man blushed to the roots of his hair and let go of Fujigaya's wrist as if he had gotten burned. There was snickering all around and the man scrambled out of the door as fast as he could.
"I guess Taisuke is cuter than he seems to us." Yokoo grinned.
"We know how stupid he can be. That's all." Kitayama said calmly. "I am going to stand with my hair right next to you. You'll survive."
Fujigaya huffed but didn't comment further.
During the photo shoot Fujigaya made it a point to stand as far as possible away from Kitayama as he could. Not that it made much of a difference to their usual photo shoots.
When they were done, the members left one by one. Miyata and Tamamori were quarrelling over who would top tonight and Yokoo mumbled something about a date. Nikaido and Senga had been out of the door as fast as lightening.
Fujigaya straightened with a sigh when he was done changing.
"See, you survived it." Kitayama leaned nonchalantly in the doorframe.
"You know exactly why I am that adamant." Fujigaya grumbled and Kitayama sauntered towards him.
"Yes, I know and thinking carefully about it, I find it really cute, but you shouldn't worry that much. Just because we have the same hair colour doesn't mean anyone will notice we are in a relationship."
"You know exactly how much our fans search for something matching."
"So what? Let them ship us because we are wearing jeans at the same time. It doesn't mean they know the truth." Kitayama pulled him close and kissed him on the lips. Only quick, because he knew Fujigaya didn't appreciate it at work. "Moreover, we are taking so many safety measures that people are already wondering whether we are enemies."
"Just don't put on my clothes again. And one of us has to dye his hair again."
"Why? Since I have worn those funky pants, you haven't touched it even with the tips of your fingers. That was the best I have ever done for you and your fashion sense."
Fujigaya scoffed.
"It is cute how you are always protecting our relationship, but you should also take your time to enjoy it. Like tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Fujigaya asked as he pulled the zipper of his bag close. He had long given up on getting Kitayama to stop calling him something as disgusting as cute. It only had the opposite effect.
"I can't believe you forgot our anniversary again."
"Again already?"
"You are seriously too busy to notice how time passes. You did notice that you are already 26, didn't you?"
"Of course, you smeared cake in my face even before I woke up."
"Ah, that was nice." Kitayama said with a dreamy expression on his face as he remembered how he had licked the other's lips free of cream.
"It's our 5th anniversary?" Fujigaya asked carefully.
"8th, but don't worry. I will remind you tomorrow throughout of it."
"Who brings the lube?"
"Taisuke, I always have lube with me." Kitayama rolled his lips.
"I already told you several times we will never have sex at work."
"At our tenth anniversary I will have your ass behind a costume rack and you won't care." Kitayama grinned mischievously at him and Fujigaya swallowed.
When Fujigaya turned to put on his jacket, Kitayama smiled slightly because his lover's mind hadn't even crossed the thought he might carry around the lube for someone else. It was something he truly loved about the other. Fujigaya never once had doubted his feeling for him. It made it easy for him to relax. This reminded him...
"That guy really mistook your for a girl."
"I think he only looked at the hair. Where is your scarf? I hope you were burning with jealousy as he flirted with me."
Kitayama hurriedly retrieved his scarf. He almost forgot it.
"Here it is, thanks. Of course. Would you be satisfied if I said I wanted to tear him into pieces?" Kitayama asked jokingly.
"How many?" Fujigaya asked playfully.
"Would you be satisfied with 20 pieces?"
"Well, I guess it is acceptable." Fujigaya grinned.
"Let's go, you moron."
They left with their hands stuffed into their pockets and their bags over their shoulders.
"Do you think it is really okay with the hair?" Fujigaya was close to tormenting his bottom lip again.
"If you had come when I invited you yesterday, you would have known about my hair colour."
"I might have to move in with you after all. I shouldn't miss such stuff."
Shocked, Kitayama stopped walking and stared at Fujigaya in disbelieve.
"I have been trying to get you to move in with me for four years and all I had to do is dye my hair?" He asked incredulously. "I even made a list of three pages with advantages of living together and you turned me down. I took five hours to write it!"
Fujigaya turned towards him, stuck his tongue out at him and then skipped happily along the corridor.
"I am so going to tie you to the bed tomorrow to make you suffer, you little brat." Kitayama grumbled as he followed Fujigaya.