[One-Shot]: Major Fail
[One-Shot]: Major Fail
Title: Major Fail (Prompt 61: 5 fail ideas that Inoo thought of)
Author: chii_loves_me
Pairing: DaiKei, InooBu. Inoo-centric
Words: 745 (Don't believe this, I did some editing.)
Genre: Crack
Summary: Inoo thinks of the stupidest things.
A/N: For the Inoo-thon.
•One•
Inoo sat in front of the TV with a blank look in his eyes. He spun a red pen in one hand and drummed his fingers on the table with the other. A few seconds later, Hikaru entered the room.
“How’s that essay coming along?”
Inoo yawned and stretched his arms. “I can’t think of anything to write for creative writing class,”
Hikaru ruffled his hair and sat next to him. “Don’t worry. You’re smart, you’ll think of something,” He grabbed the remote and flicked through the channels until he found the news program he wanted to watch. Inoo stayed to watch as well, thinking that it would give him a few ideas.
On the program, a scientist with a mustache explained about a newly discovered virus that, when exposed to certain conditions, can cure basically any terminal illness.
“-even AIDS, cancer and diabetes!” exclaimed the doctor, arms flailing.
Inoo’s eyes immediately brightened up.
“INSPIRATION!” he yelled and ran down the corridor.
After a few hours of mindless TV violence, Hikaru stood up to grab a snack. He reached the kitchen table and settled down with a huge sandwich. Balancing the enormous thing precariously on a tiny plate, he set it down a table. Only then did he notice Inoo sitting on the other end. His eye twitched.
“Inoo--?”
“Yes?”
“WHAT THE EFFIN HELL IS UP WITH THAT FREAKISH MUSTACHE?!”
•Two•
“Where are you taking us, Inoo-chan?” Chinen asked as he and Yamada were dragged along the hall.
“Shush! Wait till we get there!” Inoo excitedly replied.
They stopped before a dark room and shoved themselves in.
“Ja-jaan!”
The lights flicked on immediately. Looking around the room, Chinen and Yamada gaped at rows upon rows of costumes.
“Let’s have some fun!” said Inoo, holding up a Polaroid camera.
Two hours later
BEST huddled around a table littered with photographs as Chinen, Yamada and Inoo pouted in a corner.
“It suits Chinen,” said Takaki.
“Well, it would suit Inoo too, you know, if he shaved his legs or something,” Hikaru defended Inoo.
Inoo sighed. I didn’t need to be defended that badly,
They all laughed as they stared at the photograph of the Sailor Moon-costumed Inoo, Chinen and Yamada.
Yabu stared at Inoo’s skirt that barely covered anything and laughed the loudest.
“Inoo! BEST. IDEA. EVER.”
•Three•
Inoo dashed down the hall with only a pair of goggles and his boxer shorts on. He brandished a huge umbrella in a maniacal fashion while randomly yelling "cool" words like "Ice Candy!" He passed by a bewildered Daiki.
“Inoo?? What’s the rush??”
Inoo suddenly stopped and teetered dangerously before regaining his balance again.
“Yuto, Keito and I just found a cool rocket experiment that uses a bottle of Coke and a piece of Mentos to work! It’s 30 seconds till launching time! You should come too!!!”
Daiki raised an eyebrow. “Does it mean that I also have to wear boxers and weird headgear?”
Inoo laughed and tugged on Daiki’s arm. “Well duh, when the rocket launches there will be a Coke rain. And I know you’ve never experienced a Coke rain before,”
Daiki pulled an Eeeeh~ face, but let Inoo drag him away, nonetheless.
•Four•
“Well?”
Inoo looked expectantly at Hikaru with a smile.
“Okay. NO.”
“What?”
“This is just wrong, Inoo,”
“But I spent all morning-“
“Oh come on,”
“Give it a chance, Hikaru,”
Hikaru released an exasperated sigh.
“You tryin to be Tegoshi or something?? Wash that stuff out NOW.”
In defeat, Inoo dragged himself back to his dressing room, shoulders slumped and blonde-dyed head hanging in sorrow.
•Five•
Hikaru sat in the lounge, chatting animatedly with Keito about Inoo’s dyed hair.
“I mean, it’s not right. It’s okay for me, but look at Dai-chan, forced to dye his hair. He should love it as it is. Black hair looks good on him anyway,”
“I know, right? It’s like-“
Keito accidentally caught sight of the doorway and the two newcomers standing in it. His eyes widened. Hikaru, confused, followed his eyes and gaped.
“Oh Inoo, you didn’t…” Hikaru whispered.
From out of thin air, Yuto materialized behind Hikaru. His eyes were rolling in their sockets, his nose and both of his ears spewing out red-colored smoke.
“MY YAAAAMAAAA-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!” he cried, arms out of control.
Inoo’s smile vanished.
“HAO DAIRE YOUH CUT MAH YAMA-CHAN’S HAYRE SHOART ANDH DIEH EET IN THREE SHADES OF PINK!?!?!”
In a split second, Yuto and Inoo started running. Inoo could only scream his explanations.
“It’s just a joke Yuto! It’s A FREAKIN WIG!” he yelled. But Yuto ignored him, bloody murder in his eyes.
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Title: Major Fail (Prompt 61: 5 fail ideas that Inoo thought of)
Author: chii_loves_me
Pairing: DaiKei, InooBu. Inoo-centric
Words: 745 (Don't believe this, I did some editing.)
Genre: Crack
Summary: Inoo thinks of the stupidest things.
A/N: For the Inoo-thon.
•One•
Inoo sat in front of the TV with a blank look in his eyes. He spun a red pen in one hand and drummed his fingers on the table with the other. A few seconds later, Hikaru entered the room.
“How’s that essay coming along?”
Inoo yawned and stretched his arms. “I can’t think of anything to write for creative writing class,”
Hikaru ruffled his hair and sat next to him. “Don’t worry. You’re smart, you’ll think of something,” He grabbed the remote and flicked through the channels until he found the news program he wanted to watch. Inoo stayed to watch as well, thinking that it would give him a few ideas.
On the program, a scientist with a mustache explained about a newly discovered virus that, when exposed to certain conditions, can cure basically any terminal illness.
“-even AIDS, cancer and diabetes!” exclaimed the doctor, arms flailing.
Inoo’s eyes immediately brightened up.
“INSPIRATION!” he yelled and ran down the corridor.
After a few hours of mindless TV violence, Hikaru stood up to grab a snack. He reached the kitchen table and settled down with a huge sandwich. Balancing the enormous thing precariously on a tiny plate, he set it down a table. Only then did he notice Inoo sitting on the other end. His eye twitched.
“Inoo--?”
“Yes?”
“WHAT THE EFFIN HELL IS UP WITH THAT FREAKISH MUSTACHE?!”
•Two•
“Where are you taking us, Inoo-chan?” Chinen asked as he and Yamada were dragged along the hall.
“Shush! Wait till we get there!” Inoo excitedly replied.
They stopped before a dark room and shoved themselves in.
“Ja-jaan!”
The lights flicked on immediately. Looking around the room, Chinen and Yamada gaped at rows upon rows of costumes.
“Let’s have some fun!” said Inoo, holding up a Polaroid camera.
Two hours later
BEST huddled around a table littered with photographs as Chinen, Yamada and Inoo pouted in a corner.
“It suits Chinen,” said Takaki.
“Well, it would suit Inoo too, you know, if he shaved his legs or something,” Hikaru defended Inoo.
Inoo sighed. I didn’t need to be defended that badly,
They all laughed as they stared at the photograph of the Sailor Moon-costumed Inoo, Chinen and Yamada.
Yabu stared at Inoo’s skirt that barely covered anything and laughed the loudest.
“Inoo! BEST. IDEA. EVER.”
•Three•
Inoo dashed down the hall with only a pair of goggles and his boxer shorts on. He brandished a huge umbrella in a maniacal fashion while randomly yelling "cool" words like "Ice Candy!" He passed by a bewildered Daiki.
“Inoo?? What’s the rush??”
Inoo suddenly stopped and teetered dangerously before regaining his balance again.
“Yuto, Keito and I just found a cool rocket experiment that uses a bottle of Coke and a piece of Mentos to work! It’s 30 seconds till launching time! You should come too!!!”
Daiki raised an eyebrow. “Does it mean that I also have to wear boxers and weird headgear?”
Inoo laughed and tugged on Daiki’s arm. “Well duh, when the rocket launches there will be a Coke rain. And I know you’ve never experienced a Coke rain before,”
Daiki pulled an Eeeeh~ face, but let Inoo drag him away, nonetheless.
•Four•
“Well?”
Inoo looked expectantly at Hikaru with a smile.
“Okay. NO.”
“What?”
“This is just wrong, Inoo,”
“But I spent all morning-“
“Oh come on,”
“Give it a chance, Hikaru,”
Hikaru released an exasperated sigh.
“You tryin to be Tegoshi or something?? Wash that stuff out NOW.”
In defeat, Inoo dragged himself back to his dressing room, shoulders slumped and blonde-dyed head hanging in sorrow.
•Five•
Hikaru sat in the lounge, chatting animatedly with Keito about Inoo’s dyed hair.
“I mean, it’s not right. It’s okay for me, but look at Dai-chan, forced to dye his hair. He should love it as it is. Black hair looks good on him anyway,”
“I know, right? It’s like-“
Keito accidentally caught sight of the doorway and the two newcomers standing in it. His eyes widened. Hikaru, confused, followed his eyes and gaped.
“Oh Inoo, you didn’t…” Hikaru whispered.
From out of thin air, Yuto materialized behind Hikaru. His eyes were rolling in their sockets, his nose and both of his ears spewing out red-colored smoke.
“MY YAAAAMAAAA-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!” he cried, arms out of control.
Inoo’s smile vanished.
“HAO DAIRE YOUH CUT MAH YAMA-CHAN’S HAYRE SHOART ANDH DIEH EET IN THREE SHADES OF PINK!?!?!”
In a split second, Yuto and Inoo started running. Inoo could only scream his explanations.
“It’s just a joke Yuto! It’s A FREAKIN WIG!” he yelled. But Yuto ignored him, bloody murder in his eyes.
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