Alphabetic Bubbles of Charm - K, L, M, N, O, P.
Title: Alphabetic Bubbles of Charm.
Group: Tomarashi (first); NEWS/Kanjani8 (second); Kanjani8 (third); NEWS (fourth); ALL OF THEM MWUAHUA! (fifth); NEWS (sixth); NEWS (seventh); NEWS/Tegomass (eighth); Johnny's Jr. (nineth); KAT-TUN (tenth); Hey!Say!JUMP (eleventh); NEWS (twelveth); Johnny's Jr. (thirteenth); NEWS (fourteenth); Hey!Say!JUMP (fifteenth); Tomarashi (sixteenth).
Pairing: NakaChii (eleventh), Koyashige (twelveth), Uchi/Fujigaya (thirteenth), Tegoshi/Miyagawa Daisuke (fourteenth), YamaOka (fifteenth), Junma (sixteenth).
Rating: PG-13 for most of them, R for #13, R for #16.
Warning: Bad English, lameness, #13 is set in the Playzone2009!verse, #14 will only be understood by those who watch Sekai no Hate Made ItteQ (and saw the episode when Imoto met the fortune teller in America).
Summary: #1- Aim. #2 - Beach. #3 - Camp. #4 - Dance. #5 - Entertainment. #6 - Flu. #7 - Genius. #8 - Hidden. #9 - Impulse. #10 - Just. #11 - Kid. #12 - Love. #13 - Mine. #14 - Nonsense. #15 - Oblivious. #16 - Poker.
N/A: Why, hello there. Ready for an enormous update? Hooray hooray! #13 is based on Subete no Yoru ga, that super gay duet that Uchi and Fujigaya sang in Playzone '09. ♥
#11. Kid.
Yuto was older than Chinen by some months, but, sometimes, Chinen felt like he was older than Yuto by years. That was what he was thinking about, sourly, nudging the pudding he has in hands with the spoon while mourning.
They were having a small party in the practicing room; Hikaru got a cake from a fan in the night before and they decided to take more food to the practice, so they could have a proper commemoration… for nothing. Well, Chinen wasn’t exactly in the celebrating mood.
“You look unhappy,” Keito arrived next to him, offering his half-bitten truffle. Chinen declined, sighing. “What happened?”
“Yuto is an idiot,” Chinen said simply, finally eating some of his pudding. Keito looked at the said idiot, who was, along with Takaki, doing something to Morimoto’s hair.
“What did he do now?” Keito asked, finishing the delicious truffle with a final delightful bite. Chinen looked at him mournfully.
“I brought the soda, but I cooked chocolate specially for him, all by myself,” he explained. “I told him ‘this is for you, it’s your favorite’ but he immediately gave it to you, saying that it’s your favorite too.”
Keito stopped on his tracks, looking at the truffle’s wrapping on his hand guiltily.
“Sorry,” he said in English. Chinen smiled weakly at him.
“It’s not your fault. It’s his,” he glared at Yuto, a bit sadly. “Where did I do wrong, Keito-kun?”
In compassion, Keito patted his shoulder friendly, looking at him with sympathetic eyes.
“Get used to it, though,” he advised. “He’s that childish in ninety nine percent of the time.”
Chinen nodded, watching Takaki and Morimoto make fun of Yuto as the tall boy tried to free his fingers from a can of tissues and smiled affectionately.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “It’s his charming point.”
#12. Love.
Koyama and Shige have been being best friends since God knows when.
They have always taken care of each other. They have always been near when the other needed a hug, a bit of love and some yakiniku. They have always had their own communication code, in which a whack on the shoulder meant ‘you’re really funny’, a serious wide-eyes glance meant ‘please’ and punches on the arm and stirring tongues meant ‘I love you’. They have always been each other’s ichiban, even among Koyama’s uncountable friends, even considering how much Shige tries to hide it. They treasure each other so deeply that the exact depth of this affection goes unnoticed for both of them for a long time.
When they first kiss each other - on the lips - they finally are able to label it, to name it, to put a finger on that feeling of theirs. Nothing is really new, actually, but it’s not properly the same either: it’s just love, love in all its ways.
#13. Mine.
The moonlight bathed the floor of the bedroom silently, softly, threads of silver in the air. Bed sheets creased, rubbing against the mattress, making a gentle noise that filled the room in a symphony with their heartbeats and unsteady breathing.
“Taisuke…” he hissed when the other’s lips met his neck, sucking, licking, kissing, teasing. His skin burnt under the caresses, the grazing fingers, the muscular torso pressed against his back.
“Hiroki,” Taisuke whispered against his ear daintily, feeling him with his hands and hips. Hiroki moaned loudly, voice dripping with lust, as Taisuke got a hold of him and stroked leisurely, languid and smooth like moonlight.
“You’re mine,” he muttered, nibbling at his earlobe. “Tonight, and every night.”
As Hiroki whimpered, affirmative and pleading, the moon was their only witness.
#14. Nonsense.
Miyagawa is clearly the victim. All the time.
First, there’s, of course, everyday’s nagging and teasing about every single aspect of his life, coming from all of them but especially from Tegoshi - of course. That brat. But then, than fortune-telling incident with Imoto happens, and, even though he laughed and thought of it as a really freaky joke, everybody else seemed to have taken it seriously. Uchimura-san took him out to have a drink and advise him about getting over it. Becky tried to raise his spirits with cookies, despite his spirits not being down at all. And now, even that person had come, looking at him seriously for the first time in ages, and Miyagawa can’t help but feel like the only sane one among a bunch of lunatics.
“Miyagawa-san, don’t worry,” Tegoshi puts his hands on Miyagawa’s shoulders very seriously. The matsuri man is confused. “Imoto-chan shouldn’t have done this to you. You’re a hardworking man and deserves more than that.”
“Tegoshi-kun, it’s really touching to hear this, specially coming from you,” Miyagawa points out sincerely. “But I don’t understand what’s going on. I mean, I don’t even-“
“Shhh,” to Miyagawa’s ultimate shock, Tegoshi puts delicately a finger over his lips, shushing him sexily. Sexily. “I know exactly what you need right now. Do you know it, Miyagawa-san?”
Miyagawa shook his head weakly, brain having technical failures at the moment.
“You need a new school girl, but much hotter,” Tegoshi smirked. “Which I’m sure I can pull off flawlessly. Meet me tomorrow 8PM at the Cerise club’s VIP room. The club in Roppongi with a pink neon martini on the ceiling,” He winked, standing up and turning around, looking at Miyagawa over his shoulder. “Don’t be late~!”
And, with this, the idol strode away with his rich Johnny Boy Sashay.
Despite never having confessed, despite never having even liked Imoto that way, Miyagawa - now that his brain was beginning to work again - found being ditched in public television very risky… and somewhat rewarding, too.
#15. Oblivious.
Behold Okamoto Keito, the king of silent observation.
Keito might have small eyes, but they are keen and precise as an eagle’s. He moves discreetly like a shadow, absorbing the information around him with surprising ability. He’s the first, for an example, to notice that Ryutaro is having another stalker problem, and that Hikaru hasn’t been eating well, which puts Yabu in okaachan mode for a long time after he talked about his suspicion to him. He’s also the first to notice what is Chinen up to with all that Y-club joke with Yuto (who doesn’t notice a thing, as always) and what is making Daiki so jumpy around Takaki lately. Yes, when it comes to observing, Keito is a genius, a true prodigy.
Yet, he still doesn’t notice the most important thing out of all those; at least it’s what Ryosuke thinks, bitterly, as he watches Keito with longing eyes. Hidden among his books, where uncountable ‘O’s and ‘K’s were scribbles beside hearts and such, Ryosuke sighs and wonders how can the king of observation be so painfully oblivious.
#16. Poker.
It’s late in the night; the only time in the day - in the whole week, actually - when the two of them were free. They had already gone to karaoke, then come back, eaten the sacred soumen and, now, they were playing a game. A game which Matsumoto Jun the King had suggested himself, and was now beginning to love.
“Oh, I won again,” he said in a fake innocent voice, spreading his cards on the table with his trademark Do S smirk. “So, Toma, guess who of us will be down to his boxers now.”
Toma shot him a nasty look, getting up unhappily.
“You know, I should remind you, I actually won more rounds,” he stated grumpily, taking off his jeans. He was wearing black Armani boxers. Jun chuckled silently. “But you had so much jewelry on that it took us eight rounds for you to finally take off your shirt!”
“I do know how hard you worked to have my shirt off,” Jun said arrogantly, earning an outraged ‘oi!’ from Toma. “But strip poker doesn’t work like that. It’s all about who gets naked first.”
Toma clicked his tongue, the tip of his ears burning red. Jun would have to thank Nino later for the tip, because having Toma like that, semi-naked and all worked up in the privacy of Jun’s apartment, was worth a million yen.
“This is ridiculous,” Toma muttered, the blush spreading to his cheeks.
“And you’re a sore loser,” Jun pointed out, organizing the cards he was holding. Ah, his sadistic side loved that. Loved that.
They stayed in silence for ten minutes or so, analyzing their hands, analyzing each other, clothes messily discarded on the couch, all mixed up.
“You know what, Jun?” Toma suddenly slammed his cards down, getting up. “Let’s skip this.”
Matsujun blinked repeatedly, in a loss of reactions as Toma took the cards he was holding and threw them on the table, pulling him up by the belt loops of his jeans.
“What the-what are you doing??” he asked, growing more shocked as Toma began working on the zipper of his pants while nuzzling on his neck softly.
“It has been almost three weeks already, and I know what you’re trying to do, you Do S,” Toma said simply, sounding a bit annoyed. “Let’s skip the boring card game and go to your bedroom, can we?”
Jun didn’t even answer; he just kissed Toma wildly, clumsily pushing him towards his bedroom. He didn’t like poker that much, really.
Group: Tomarashi (first); NEWS/Kanjani8 (second); Kanjani8 (third); NEWS (fourth); ALL OF THEM MWUAHUA! (fifth); NEWS (sixth); NEWS (seventh); NEWS/Tegomass (eighth); Johnny's Jr. (nineth); KAT-TUN (tenth); Hey!Say!JUMP (eleventh); NEWS (twelveth); Johnny's Jr. (thirteenth); NEWS (fourteenth); Hey!Say!JUMP (fifteenth); Tomarashi (sixteenth).
Pairing: NakaChii (eleventh), Koyashige (twelveth), Uchi/Fujigaya (thirteenth), Tegoshi/Miyagawa Daisuke (fourteenth), YamaOka (fifteenth), Junma (sixteenth).
Rating: PG-13 for most of them, R for #13, R for #16.
Warning: Bad English, lameness, #13 is set in the Playzone2009!verse, #14 will only be understood by those who watch Sekai no Hate Made ItteQ (and saw the episode when Imoto met the fortune teller in America).
Summary: #1- Aim. #2 - Beach. #3 - Camp. #4 - Dance. #5 - Entertainment. #6 - Flu. #7 - Genius. #8 - Hidden. #9 - Impulse. #10 - Just. #11 - Kid. #12 - Love. #13 - Mine. #14 - Nonsense. #15 - Oblivious. #16 - Poker.
N/A: Why, hello there. Ready for an enormous update? Hooray hooray! #13 is based on Subete no Yoru ga, that super gay duet that Uchi and Fujigaya sang in Playzone '09. ♥
#11. Kid.
Yuto was older than Chinen by some months, but, sometimes, Chinen felt like he was older than Yuto by years. That was what he was thinking about, sourly, nudging the pudding he has in hands with the spoon while mourning.
They were having a small party in the practicing room; Hikaru got a cake from a fan in the night before and they decided to take more food to the practice, so they could have a proper commemoration… for nothing. Well, Chinen wasn’t exactly in the celebrating mood.
“You look unhappy,” Keito arrived next to him, offering his half-bitten truffle. Chinen declined, sighing. “What happened?”
“Yuto is an idiot,” Chinen said simply, finally eating some of his pudding. Keito looked at the said idiot, who was, along with Takaki, doing something to Morimoto’s hair.
“What did he do now?” Keito asked, finishing the delicious truffle with a final delightful bite. Chinen looked at him mournfully.
“I brought the soda, but I cooked chocolate specially for him, all by myself,” he explained. “I told him ‘this is for you, it’s your favorite’ but he immediately gave it to you, saying that it’s your favorite too.”
Keito stopped on his tracks, looking at the truffle’s wrapping on his hand guiltily.
“Sorry,” he said in English. Chinen smiled weakly at him.
“It’s not your fault. It’s his,” he glared at Yuto, a bit sadly. “Where did I do wrong, Keito-kun?”
In compassion, Keito patted his shoulder friendly, looking at him with sympathetic eyes.
“Get used to it, though,” he advised. “He’s that childish in ninety nine percent of the time.”
Chinen nodded, watching Takaki and Morimoto make fun of Yuto as the tall boy tried to free his fingers from a can of tissues and smiled affectionately.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “It’s his charming point.”
#12. Love.
Koyama and Shige have been being best friends since God knows when.
They have always taken care of each other. They have always been near when the other needed a hug, a bit of love and some yakiniku. They have always had their own communication code, in which a whack on the shoulder meant ‘you’re really funny’, a serious wide-eyes glance meant ‘please’ and punches on the arm and stirring tongues meant ‘I love you’. They have always been each other’s ichiban, even among Koyama’s uncountable friends, even considering how much Shige tries to hide it. They treasure each other so deeply that the exact depth of this affection goes unnoticed for both of them for a long time.
When they first kiss each other - on the lips - they finally are able to label it, to name it, to put a finger on that feeling of theirs. Nothing is really new, actually, but it’s not properly the same either: it’s just love, love in all its ways.
#13. Mine.
The moonlight bathed the floor of the bedroom silently, softly, threads of silver in the air. Bed sheets creased, rubbing against the mattress, making a gentle noise that filled the room in a symphony with their heartbeats and unsteady breathing.
“Taisuke…” he hissed when the other’s lips met his neck, sucking, licking, kissing, teasing. His skin burnt under the caresses, the grazing fingers, the muscular torso pressed against his back.
“Hiroki,” Taisuke whispered against his ear daintily, feeling him with his hands and hips. Hiroki moaned loudly, voice dripping with lust, as Taisuke got a hold of him and stroked leisurely, languid and smooth like moonlight.
“You’re mine,” he muttered, nibbling at his earlobe. “Tonight, and every night.”
As Hiroki whimpered, affirmative and pleading, the moon was their only witness.
#14. Nonsense.
Miyagawa is clearly the victim. All the time.
First, there’s, of course, everyday’s nagging and teasing about every single aspect of his life, coming from all of them but especially from Tegoshi - of course. That brat. But then, than fortune-telling incident with Imoto happens, and, even though he laughed and thought of it as a really freaky joke, everybody else seemed to have taken it seriously. Uchimura-san took him out to have a drink and advise him about getting over it. Becky tried to raise his spirits with cookies, despite his spirits not being down at all. And now, even that person had come, looking at him seriously for the first time in ages, and Miyagawa can’t help but feel like the only sane one among a bunch of lunatics.
“Miyagawa-san, don’t worry,” Tegoshi puts his hands on Miyagawa’s shoulders very seriously. The matsuri man is confused. “Imoto-chan shouldn’t have done this to you. You’re a hardworking man and deserves more than that.”
“Tegoshi-kun, it’s really touching to hear this, specially coming from you,” Miyagawa points out sincerely. “But I don’t understand what’s going on. I mean, I don’t even-“
“Shhh,” to Miyagawa’s ultimate shock, Tegoshi puts delicately a finger over his lips, shushing him sexily. Sexily. “I know exactly what you need right now. Do you know it, Miyagawa-san?”
Miyagawa shook his head weakly, brain having technical failures at the moment.
“You need a new school girl, but much hotter,” Tegoshi smirked. “Which I’m sure I can pull off flawlessly. Meet me tomorrow 8PM at the Cerise club’s VIP room. The club in Roppongi with a pink neon martini on the ceiling,” He winked, standing up and turning around, looking at Miyagawa over his shoulder. “Don’t be late~!”
And, with this, the idol strode away with his rich Johnny Boy Sashay.
Despite never having confessed, despite never having even liked Imoto that way, Miyagawa - now that his brain was beginning to work again - found being ditched in public television very risky… and somewhat rewarding, too.
#15. Oblivious.
Behold Okamoto Keito, the king of silent observation.
Keito might have small eyes, but they are keen and precise as an eagle’s. He moves discreetly like a shadow, absorbing the information around him with surprising ability. He’s the first, for an example, to notice that Ryutaro is having another stalker problem, and that Hikaru hasn’t been eating well, which puts Yabu in okaachan mode for a long time after he talked about his suspicion to him. He’s also the first to notice what is Chinen up to with all that Y-club joke with Yuto (who doesn’t notice a thing, as always) and what is making Daiki so jumpy around Takaki lately. Yes, when it comes to observing, Keito is a genius, a true prodigy.
Yet, he still doesn’t notice the most important thing out of all those; at least it’s what Ryosuke thinks, bitterly, as he watches Keito with longing eyes. Hidden among his books, where uncountable ‘O’s and ‘K’s were scribbles beside hearts and such, Ryosuke sighs and wonders how can the king of observation be so painfully oblivious.
#16. Poker.
It’s late in the night; the only time in the day - in the whole week, actually - when the two of them were free. They had already gone to karaoke, then come back, eaten the sacred soumen and, now, they were playing a game. A game which Matsumoto Jun the King had suggested himself, and was now beginning to love.
“Oh, I won again,” he said in a fake innocent voice, spreading his cards on the table with his trademark Do S smirk. “So, Toma, guess who of us will be down to his boxers now.”
Toma shot him a nasty look, getting up unhappily.
“You know, I should remind you, I actually won more rounds,” he stated grumpily, taking off his jeans. He was wearing black Armani boxers. Jun chuckled silently. “But you had so much jewelry on that it took us eight rounds for you to finally take off your shirt!”
“I do know how hard you worked to have my shirt off,” Jun said arrogantly, earning an outraged ‘oi!’ from Toma. “But strip poker doesn’t work like that. It’s all about who gets naked first.”
Toma clicked his tongue, the tip of his ears burning red. Jun would have to thank Nino later for the tip, because having Toma like that, semi-naked and all worked up in the privacy of Jun’s apartment, was worth a million yen.
“This is ridiculous,” Toma muttered, the blush spreading to his cheeks.
“And you’re a sore loser,” Jun pointed out, organizing the cards he was holding. Ah, his sadistic side loved that. Loved that.
They stayed in silence for ten minutes or so, analyzing their hands, analyzing each other, clothes messily discarded on the couch, all mixed up.
“You know what, Jun?” Toma suddenly slammed his cards down, getting up. “Let’s skip this.”
Matsujun blinked repeatedly, in a loss of reactions as Toma took the cards he was holding and threw them on the table, pulling him up by the belt loops of his jeans.
“What the-what are you doing??” he asked, growing more shocked as Toma began working on the zipper of his pants while nuzzling on his neck softly.
“It has been almost three weeks already, and I know what you’re trying to do, you Do S,” Toma said simply, sounding a bit annoyed. “Let’s skip the boring card game and go to your bedroom, can we?”
Jun didn’t even answer; he just kissed Toma wildly, clumsily pushing him towards his bedroom. He didn’t like poker that much, really.