Bombered II
Author: evil_queen369
Genre: Crack
Fandom: The GazettE/Golden Bomber
Pairings: Reita/Jun, Ruki/Reita (Jun is almost positive)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Jun --once again-- annoying Ruki
Chapter: 1/1
Synopsis: In his last letter, Jun had promised not to be annoying, that he was sorry for being an annoying fanboy, and that second dates don’t have to end with a kiss. If Reita was a smart boy he wouldn’t have fallen for that because Jun couldn’t turn off his fanboying so easily. Of course he knew in advance that Reita would trust him enough to think they’d spend a nice date indoors, so all he had to do was play the part of the non-annoying fanboy trying to apologize for his previous behavior when it reality all hell would break lose and he’d get that kiss at the end of the date because what kind of date didn’t end with a kiss?!
Comments: Here's the sequel to Bombered!
A second date seemed harmless when it was mentioned in the form of a letter. After spending a week away from the other bassist, Reita indeed had time to think, and thus, he found himself liking that crazy Golden Bomber kid. He was just the right dose of craziness and saneness (Reita never thought he’d use that word to describe Jun).
When he arrived at Jun’s apartment, one that had been cleaned just in case he actually did show up, he was whisked into the living room and told to ‘get comfortable’ while the other man ran into the kitchen. There was the sound of dishes clattering around and cabinet doors opening and closing while Reita made himself at home. He sat on the couch and suppressed a laugh upon seeing one of his band’s photo books half-heartedly hidden under a mass of magazines. All traces of any fanboy antics had been hidden, which Reita assumed was part of Jun’s attempt to ‘not be annoying’. He grabbed the book and slumped down against the cushions as he began flipping through the pages, smirking upon finding a bookmark on the pages where his photos were printed.
In the other room, Jun was trying his best to make a suitable dinner for Reita. As obsessed as he was, he had no idea what Reita liked to eat, but he did know he didn’t like vegetables or Kai’s cooking; the latter wasn’t very helpful, though. When he had written his last letter, he made a mental note to go to the grocery store, but with his busy schedule, he had forgotten about it completely. His kitchen was almost empty, but he managed to find enough ingredients to make oyakodon. He could only hope Reita would like it, and if he didn’t, Jun hoped he at least pretended that he did.
After preparing the rice and putting dashi soup stock in a skillet over medium heat, he added soy sauce, sugar, and mirin with one hand while the other reached for pieces of chicken and onions before turning the heat down. He glanced over his shoulder at Reita, who was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, and smiled brightly, but not too brightly so he didn’t look like he was going to fanboy again.
“I hope you cook better than Kai.” Reita commented as Jun began to lightly beat four eggs in a bowl. He had to admit, though, that Jun was cute while working in the kitchen. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing; of course he did… it was his kitchen.
“Could you check on the rice for me?” Jun glanced over his shoulder again while bringing the soup to a boil.
“It needs just a bit longer.” Reita shrugged, leaning against the counter. The soup began to boil, and Jun moved to pour the eggs over the chicken and onions. He turned the heat down to low and covered it with a lid.
“What do you want to drink?” Jun opened the refrigerator and peered in, “There’s beer, water, and juice. Do manly men even drink juice?” He wondered aloud; juice just didn’t seem like the type of drink a manly man would like. Reita seemed more like a beer type, but he thought he’d ask like a good host, just in case.
“I think you already know.” Reita gave a lopsided grin, turning off the heat since Jun wasn’t near the stove to do it himself.
“Beer it is.” Jun grabbed two bottles and settled them on the counter top before opening a cabinet and grabbing two deep serving bowls. “Real men don’t drink juice.” He noted off handedly, moving over to the rice with the bowls. He filled the bowls with rice and put the simmered chicken and egg on top.
“They don’t, huh? Then why do you have juice?” Reita crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorway with an amused expression on his face as Jun turned with a pout that was almost too cute to turn away from.
“Are you belittling your own fanboy again? Reita-sama, I thought we went over this.” The other bassist continued to pout as he took the bowls to the table and Reita grabbed the bottles of beer while snorting with laughter. He could hear Reita following him and, since his back was turned, grinned in victory because he had successfully lured Reita into his home and made him dinner.
In his last letter, Jun had promised not to be annoying, that he was sorry for being an annoying fanboy, and that second dates don’t have to end with a kiss. If Reita was a smart boy he wouldn’t have fallen for that because Jun couldn’t turn off his fanboying so easily. Of course he knew in advance that Reita would trust him enough to think they’d spend a nice date indoors, so all he had to do was play the part of the non-annoying fanboy trying to apologize for his previous behavior when it reality all hell would break lose and he’d get that kiss at the end of the date because what kind of date didn’t end with a kiss?!
“I thought I told you that you were an exception.”
As Reita took a seat across the table, Jun pointed his finger in the air with a smile, “Ah, I forgot something!” He dashed off to one of the other rooms, leaving Reita to stare at the place where he had been sitting previously. If they were on a date, didn’t it have to seem like it was? Right now it just felt as if he had cooked dinner for a friend, but he’d make sure he changed the atmosphere. He ran into his room where he had placed a vase of flowers he had bought just for the occasion. After grabbing the vase, he ran back to the table, placing it in the center and grinning.
“For the love of god, Jun.” Reita looked at him in disbelief because this totally wasn’t what he was expecting, but he should have known better than to think Jun would be normal. Can ‘normal’ even be used to describe a member of Golden Bomber? Although Reita would never admit it, he did look the band up and watched their videos, and part of him wished he never had because he felt a lot more comfortable not knowing what he had gotten himself into. They were weird, they had no boundaries, and he was stuck in their bassist’s house where anything could happen.
“Don’t look at me like that, Reita-sama. I’m being romantical!” Jun giggled loudly and clapped his hands. Flowers were romantic, and just as he had suspected, he had thrown the other bassist for a loop. Reita thought they were just going to hang out, but no~ he was caught in a ‘romantical’ second date.
“That’s not a word.” Reita shook his head, grabbing his chopsticks and playing with them between his fingers.
Jun made a face, “It is now.” He stuck his tongue out and grabbed his own chopsticks. They ate in silence, aside from Jun’s small comments about how ‘nice’ Reita’s hair looked after a long day of work and ‘your arms are so tone… can I touch them?’ to which Reita stared at him in mid-chew.
But dinner wasn’t the only thing Jun had planned. Dinner was only a way to get Reita to stay in the house without suspecting a thing.
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Ruki arrived home after a long day of rehearsals, one that left him irritated and ready to rip off anyone’s head who dared to piss him off, which was exactly the reason he found himself sitting on the couch with his hands gripping, almost crumbling, a piece of paper. It was a letter, and judging from the first line, it was from, none other, than Reita’s fanboy. Why he was now getting letters from the freak was beyond him. This sure as hell would come up in conversation with his bassist, but not in a nice way.
“Hey, Ruki, you short-tempered dwarf son of a bitch.” He could already feel the vein in his forehead pulsing at the words because no one should have the balls to insult him. If this kid really had balls, he’d insult him to his face and suffer the consequences as Ruki made him bow down while he continuously kicked him in the face. “Oh I’m sorry, did I just make you mad? Are your nicely-tweezed eyebrows furrowing in frustration yet? Of course they are. That nice little vein in your forehead is probably popping out of your head right now. Am I right? It’s okay, I already know I am. You’re probably wondering why I’m writing a letter to you now, right? Really, Ruki, I admire you. I think you’re amazing and you’re a really awesome vocalist, and dare I say it? You’re more attractive than Reita-sama. … I hope you noted that was sarcasm because I really don’t admire you, I just thought I’d be somewhat nice, but then I remembered that you threatened to kick my ass. Yeah, Reita told me about that. My question is could you kick my ass? Don’t break a nail, Takanori. What ever would you do if you did that and scuffed your expensive shoes?“
He scooted forward on the couch, pulling a pack of cigarettes out from his pocket and lighting one. First he had to suffer from a long day of rehearsals where he was nothing but annoyed because no one would work for longer than five seconds because, apparently, they were too busy asking Reita if he had heard from his fanboy during the week. Obviously the answer was ‘no’ because if he had heard from Jun, Reita would have told him before he told anyone else. Now he had to sit and read a letter from Jun that was nothing but insult after insult, and he couldn’t figure out why he just didn’t put it down or throw it away. Of course there was always the fact that he was a curious person, and what if Jun said something he needed to know? If this kid was going to be around, and Ruki assumed he would because there was no way Jun would leave Reita alone, then he had to get used to all the insults, but he also had to keep a close eye on him.
Crossing one leg over the other and inhaling, he held the letter up and began reading again even though he really didn’t want to; every sentence was like a blow to his ego, which had been suffering a lot lately. “Anyways, by the time you’ve gotten around to reading this, Reita would have already been at my house for awhile. Y’see, I wrote you both letters on the same day and sent them out at the same time. Unfortunately for you I didn’t use my real address on yours, so you can’t just come over and take him. I always had this feeling that there was something between the two of you, and I’m not just saying that because I’m a fanboy, and trust me I’m not into those slash pairings even if I do have quite the knowledge of them. You’ve always been awfully close to him, right? Even though you do fanservice and stuff with Uruha, I can tell you actually like Reita. The midget has a crush! How cute is that? But as you already know, I’m Reita’s fanboy, and as his number one fanboy (yes, I’ve given myself that title), I can’t allow you to have him. You just wait, Ruki, because I’m going to make Reita mine! Try to find my apartment if you can, but you’re going to have a hell of a lot of fun looking all over Tokyo for us. Even if you do find the correct apartment complex, you’ll never figure out which apartment is mine unless you knock on all the doors. Of course if you do that, you’ll be proving that you do indeed have a thing for Reita, and then I’d have to kick your ass. See that there? It’s a challenge. You’ve threatened me, I’ve threatened you; now we’re even. We should probably do something about this. Meet me behind the school at three? Isn’t that the stereotypical time and place? I’d probably just stand you up anyways, so don’t bother. I have more important matters to attend to, y’know, your bassist. By the way, if you do manage to find my apartment, don’t think I wasn’t prepared before hand for your arrival. I’m actually waiting. Well, it was nice talking to you. By now, and I’m thinking into the future, I’m probably making dinner for Reita and seducing him. He’ll fall for it. There’s no way he can resist a fanboy’s charm. ♥“
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He crumbled the letter up and tossed it on the coffee table, making a mental note to throw it away later when he wasn’t so busy. It didn’t matter if Jun used his real address or not because he had other means of finding out where the little twerp was. Did Jun really think he’d run around Tokyo looking for them or knocking on all the doors of the apartment complex? He wasn’t desperate. All he had to do was go to Reita’s apartment and hope he left the most recent letter somewhere in plain sight so he could find the correct address. Jun, apparently, didn’t realize that, by being Reita’s best friend, Ruki had the key to the bassist’s apartment and could access it any time he wanted because Reita really didn’t care as long as he didn’t clean the place.
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“Why do I get the feeling you’re up to something?” Reita took a drink of his beer and sat the bottle on the table again. He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest while keeping an eye on the other bassist. There was something off about this little ‘date’ of theirs, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Jun didn’t act as if he were up to something, in fact he had been behaving the whole time. The only odd things were the flowers and the strange comments, not to mention the way Jun seemed to giggle randomly, and at first Reita just assumed it was because he had gotten him to his apartment without a fuss. But as he sat there and thought about it, it wasn’t normal for Jun to do something like this; he didn’t have to know the other bassist for more than a day to figure that out.
Jun sat his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his palms and smiling sweetly with a slight tilt of his head. “What ever do you mean, Reita-sama?” Another giggle fought it’s way up his throat as he pressed his lips together in an attempt to keep it in. If Reita found out his real intentions, he’d probably make a mad dash to the door and leave in a second, but that was only if Jun didn’t catch him first; he was sure he could because a fanboy had super speed when it came to chasing down the idols.
“How you just worded that sentence makes it obvious, and not only that, but you’re being too normal. You aren’t normal, and neither are your weird bandmates-”
“So you’ve listened to Golden bomber!” Jun suddenly yelled with the biggest smile Reita had ever seen on a person’s face. It was almost inhumanly possible to have a smile that big, but somehow Jun was sporting it.
Reita closed his mouth, trying to think of a lie because he didn’t want to admit that he had actually listened to them. Even if he wasn’t as turned off by Jun as he had been in the beginning (although he was still pretty turned off), he didn’t want to make him think anything stranger than what he was already thinking. So with hesitation, he played with his hands under the table and mumbled, “I was on YouTube during rehearsals, and Golden Bomber was on the sidebar. It’d be mean of me to-”
Jun waved his hand in the air and leaned over the table so his hands were gripping the edge by Reita’s chest. “Tell me, Reita-sama, what did you think? Don’t sugarcoat it for me. I’m a man. I can take it.” He began pulling himself closer and closer to the GazettE’s bassist who was trying his best to avoid Jun, but that didn’t seem to be happening.
So Jun was a man? That was another word Reita didn’t think he’d ever use to describe the other bassist, even if he said Jun was an exception to the belittling. “Honestly? You guys freak me the fuck out.”
“Eh?!” Jun pulled himself so close to Reita that he had to put his hands on Reita’s shoulders so he wouldn’t fall off the table and onto Reita. If he did fall, he wouldn’t mind too much because that would just help him in the long run, but his plans to seduce Reita could wait a minute because Golden Bomber wasn’t freaky, and therefore shouldn’t have freaked Reita out. “And why is that? It’s Kenji isn’t it? Under all that makeup, he’s actually a pretty attractive guy, I swear! Do you want to see a picture? I’m pretty sure I have one on my pho-”
“I said you guys freak me out, not your drummer freaks me out.” Reita leaned away as much as his chair would allow, putting his hands on Jun’s shoulders as well because he didn’t know where else to put them. “Your vocalist is way too spazzy, your guitarist is always smiling and no one smiles that much, and your drummer is just strange all over. For the love of god, could you guys learn to wear clothes? I really don’t like seeing Kenji completely naked.” He scrunched his face up at the mental image and shook his head slightly.
“So you like seeing him semi-naked? I’ll make a mental note to tell him that.”
Moving his hand just a bit so it was positioned behind Jun’s head, Reita slapped him with a grin. “I don’t want to see him semi-naked either, fanboy.”
Jun pouted, jutting his bottom lip out and blinking his eyes. “How dare you hit your fanboy?! For that you owe me a kiss as an apology.” He giggled moving forward a little more. Unfortunately for him, Reita still had a hold of his shoulders and was able to push him back again.
“Try to kiss me and I’ll slap you again, and harder.” He smirked, “Besides, I’m still trying to figure out what you’re up to, although I’m pretty sure I know your intentions by now.” It wasn’t difficult to see that a fanboy had lured him into his apartment with no effort at all. It was Reita’s fault that he had fallen for it, but that didn’t mean he had to give in easily.
Jun snorted, “I might like that too much. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” He grinned, pushing himself back on the table, spinning into a sitting position and scooting to the edge again. “I’m not up to anything; you’re just paranoid, Reita-Sama. Just relax and stop assuming I’m going to do something to you, unless you actually do want me to do something and you’re just not willing to admit it. I’d understand. Who wants to give in to a fanboy? Someone as manri as you surely wouldn’t want to beg his fanboy to take him now.” He put his hand to his forehead and leaned back a bit before suddenly sitting upright again. He grinned down at the other bassist who was rolling his eyes and muttering something about ‘I’d never beg anyone to take me; I’m a man, I take them.’
“You aren’t denying anything, Reita-sama!” Jun wiggled his eyebrows, gripping the edge of the table and dangling his legs on either side of Reita, staring at him with amusement. “So by not denying anything, you’re admitting that you do want me to do something!”
“That’s not wha-”
Jun pushed himself forward with a giggle, landing right on Reita’s lap with a grin. “Ah ah ah~ Don’t try to take it back now! You want me to do something, so I’m going to do something. You better not complain!” He put his hands on Reita’s shoulders and smiled that inhumanly large smile again, “It’d be rude to complain when I’m doing you a favor.”
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For the life of him, Ruki couldn’t figure out why he was actually walking into Reita’s apartment. Was it really that big of a deal that Reita had fallen for Jun’s trick? Judging by the way the apartment was silent and Reita’s shoes weren’t by the door, Ruki was positive he knew where his friend was. It wasn’t surprising that Reita had fallen for a stupid trick. After searching the living room, he managed to find the letter and envelop lying on the floor under the coffee table where Reita had, probably, haphazardly tossed.
Just to make sure he had the right address, he had brought along his own letter to compare the addresses. And not only did he bring the letter, but he also had a certain guitarist waiting in the car, and it wasn’t Uruha. Uruha would have been completely useless in this kind of situation, and even though Aoi wasn’t much better, it would have been better than inviting Kai who would have, without a doubt, turned into mommy Kai in the matter of seconds and made things even worse.
When he got in the car, he thrust the paper in Aoi’s direction and smirked. “He knows I’m coming and he’s prepared, so that means we have to be prepared.” He put his keys in the ignition and started the car.
“Did you get all that from just being in Reita’s apartment?” Aoi raised an eyebrow because up until now, Ruki had only said Reita had been tricked by his fanboy and it was up to them to rescue him.
“Don’t be stupid. He wrote it in my letter.” Ruki pulled away from Reita’s apartment complex and checked the address again just to make sure he was going in the right direction. “But since he’s prepared, I feel we’re under prepared. We can’t just walk in there and demand he gives us back our bassist. We have to do something he would never expect.”
Aoi snorted loudly, “And you said bringing Uruha would be a bad idea… He would have had a million suggestions by now that would be perfect. I suggest we get him. Y’never know when you need back up, and I can’t back you up and defend myself at the same time.”
“Says the guy who knows martial arts.” Ruki rolled his eyes, turning left and rolling down his window to let the wind in. “I guess you’re right, though. We do need Uruha. I have a feeling he’ll make things a lot more difficult, but he’d be pissed if we didn’t include him.”
Aoi nodded, pushing his hair out of his face with an annoyed huff as it flew right back. “And neither one of us wants to deal with his bitching.” He scrunched up his face at the thought of dealing with an amused, yet very pissed, Uruha, stomping around the room and complaining about how he could have helped them do this or that and Jun wouldn’t have had a chance. Sometimes it was just best to include the blonde to save themselves the trouble.
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“Do you have any idea how annoying you are?”
Jun pouted for the umpteenth time, circling his arms around Reita’s neck and resting his head on the blonde’s shoulder. He wasn’t annoying, he was a fanboy. There was a difference. “So rude. Are you always this mean to your fans, Reita-sama?” He nuzzled the blonde’s neck, giggling and biting his lips to quite himself down.
“I’m not rude; you’re rude.” Reita spoke between gritted teeth although he wasn’t one hundred percent annoyed by the other man, he just didn’t like feeling like an idiot, and around Jun that was almost a must. “I’m not mean to my fans either-”
“You’re mean to me, and I’m a fan. Actually, I’m not just a fan, I’m your-”
Reita clamped a hand over Jun’s mouth, his eyes turning into slits, “You better not finish that sentence with the words ‘soul mate’.” If they were really soul mates, Reita wouldn’t be so annoyed by him. Jun’s annoying antics were beginning to give him a headache, and if he were mean enough, he’d push the other bassist away and leave, but that would prove that Jun was right.
“Ah, I didn’t even need to! You already knew what I was going to say!” Jun sat up, pulling Reita forward in an overly dramatic hug. Reita’s hands shot to Jun’s hips, trying to push him back from his death grip, but Jun only hugged him tighter, squeezing the breath out of him and making Reita close his eyes in pain. “It’s only our second date and second time meeting, and we’re already finishing each other’s sentences!”
“I didn’t finish your sentence! You’re just predictable.” Reita cursed himself for thinking for a split second that Jun would keep his word.
Jun shook his head, pulling away and petting Reita’s hair as if he were an animal, something Reita really didn’t appreciate. “It’s okay to feel embarrassed. I know you manri men don’t like to show just how much you love someone because it hurts your ‘pride’ or whatever, but I won’t judge you. You should never judge the one you love.”
“Love?!” Reita’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“I love you too, Reita-sama.” Jun giggled just as there was a series of knocks on the door. With a grin, he turned himself so he was still sitting on Reita’s lap, but facing the door. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who was at the door and yelling ‘you little son of a bitch, you better answer the fucking door before I take it down, and when I do you’re going to wish I never had’ because no one yelled as adorably as a midget with a temper.
But just as Jun had said, he was prepared. As the door began to open, he turned and looked toward the hallway and yelled incoherent nonsense. Before Ruki, Aoi, or Uruha could say a word, the members of Golden Bomber were running into the room and jumping into place like complete idiots.
“I told you I was prepared, midget.” Jun giggled, looping an arm around Reita’s shoulder and leaning against him. All he had to do was sit there and watch while his band did all the work. “See Reita, not only did I treat you to dinner, but now I’m treating you to a show. How romantical am I?” Catching Reita off guard, he smashed their lips together, looping his other arm around the blonde’s neck and pulling him closer.
“Hands off the bassist!” Ruki screeched, holding up a super soaker that he had hidden behind his back. He took aim carefully, making sure he wouldn’t hit Reita, and shot the other bassist with a grin.
Jun yelped, holding his hands up to block the water as he buried his face in Reita’s neck. Maybe he should have been a bit more prepared, but he also didn’t expect three GazettE members to walk into his apartment with water guns.
“Why are you three just standing there?!” He yelled at his bandmates the best he could against Reita’s neck. “Kick their asses. But be careful of Aoi; he’ll kick your ass like a boss.”
Aoi snorted loudly at the words, leaning closer to Uruha, “Even he knows who’s boss.” Uruha rolled his eyes, pushing the other guitarist over. After Reita had let the rest of the band read Jun’s first letter, Aoi decided to go see what all the hype was about ‘Aoiha’, which included him reading (he swore he skimmed) too many stories and swearing he was the boss of the Aoiha relationship. Uruha, however, completely disagreed and said Aoi could never be the ‘boss’ because he was too much of a childish pansy, thus creating an argument between the two of them.
Kenji held up a finger, jumping forward with a grin, one that looked strange with his makeup on, but no one commented on it as he took a step forward. “I think we should introduce ourselves.”
“Really?” Jun sat up, pulling Reita along with him because he wasn’t going to move without a shield, even if it was Reita. “He’s getting my apartment wet, and you want to introduce yourselves? I’m all up for being nice to GazettE, but not Ruki. Pummel him, Kenji! Put those muscles to work!”
The drummer looked back with a shake of his head. “Introductions first! I’m Darubisshu Kenji!” He jumped back to stand in between the other members.
With a laugh, another member jumped forward with a spin and a large smile, “Kyan Yutaka!” He jumped back, and the next member stepped forward.
“Kiryuuin Shou!” He ran up to the three members of GazettE, bowing at them before reaching Ruki and slapping him on the forehead with a snort. “Bad Ruki! Don’t you know shooting people is bad? You could go to-” He held his hands up just as Jun had before as Ruki shot him in the face.
“So all of the members of Golden Bomber are complete idiots, huh? Somehow,” Ruki paused, lowering his super soaker, “I’m not surprised.”
Jun sat up, wiping his face off on Reita’s shirt and glaring. “We’re not idiots.” They were just being themselves, and they didn’t care what others thought of their antics, not even if GazettE was telling them they were stupid. “You’re the one who thought it was necessary to bring a water gun. How old are you, five? Sure you’re the size of a five-year-old, but come on Ruki! Spraying me with water is going to make me give Reita-sama back.” He giggled as Ruki’s eyes turned into slits and he raised his super soaker again. “And I wouldn’t try shooting me anymore, shorty, or you’ll shoot Reita-sama because he’s now my overly sexy human shield. I’ll let the six of you duke it out, and the last one standing can go up against me in an attempt to win back your bassist. If you lose, I get to keep him. If you win, I still get to keep him. Either way, he’s mine.”
“You can’t just keep a person.” Uruha scratched the back of his neck, “I believe that’s called ‘kidnapping’, and you could go to jail for that.”
“And if you try to have your way with him,” Aoi cut in, “that becomes rape because Reita won’t give in to you. So not only do you have kidnapping charges against you, but rape charges as well. That’s a lot of jail time, kid. Are you prepared to be someone’s fuck buddy?”
“They’d eat you up in the slammer, no pun intended.” Ruki added, causing Yutaka to cover his mouth to muffle his laughter.
“Yutaka!” Jun snapped, kicking his leg out quickly and kicking the back of the guitarist’s leg. “Whose side are you on?”
“If you want to get technical, you didn’t give us a choice.” Yutaka shrugged, rubbing the back of his leg with a slight glare. “But I wouldn’t want to be on their side either. It’d be too confusing. To be on GazettE’s side, that means they have Kai, aka Yutaka. If they were to yell ‘Yutaka’, I’d just assume they were talking to him. See how that works?”
Ruki looked around, sighing heavily, “Why do I get the feeling that every member of Golden Bomber is either annoying, stupid, or can’t shut the fuck up?”
“Fuck rhymes with duck; that’s what Uruha is.”
“Which one are you again?” Ruki tilted his head to the side because whichever one it was didn’t say too much, but he also didn’t want him to come near him; he didn’t want to get slapped again.
Jun stood up, patting Reita on the head, and maneuvering himself so he was standing in front of his band. “I didn’t know midgets had impaired hearing.” He grinned, moving again so he was standing right in front of Ruki. Behind him he could hear ‘Kiryuuin Shou~ you moron~’ being yelled, but didn’t turn around to shut his vocalist up, not when he was face to air (and a little bit of hair) with GazettE’s vocalist.
“One more midget joke out of you and I’ll-”
Ruki didn’t even get to finish his sentence as the members of Golden Bomber, including Jun, reached into their pockets and pulled out two cans of silly string each. How Reita managed to miss the cans in Jun’s pocket was beyond him, but at the moment he really didn’t care. It was almost too amusing to watch Ruki get heavily sprayed with silly string, and it wasn’t just Ruki that got sprayed either; Aoi and Uruha were covered, but they weren’t as concerned as Ruki was. The vocalist growled angrily, wiping the mess from his face and hair, muttering under his breath. If he didn’t get Jun back today, he sure as hell would get him eventually.
“You’ll what? Shoot me with your fancy water gun? I’m already wet, so you really can’t do anything else.” Jun raised an eyebrow, looking at Aoi and Uruha who seemed to be completely unarmed, but he wouldn’t be surprised if they had hidden water guns in their pockets or something. “You are aware that water guns run out of water, right? What will you do if you waste all your water and need more? Do you think I’ll supply you? Besides, I said I was prepared for you, and I had a feeling you wouldn’t come alone. Y’see, I think ahead, and I also think of what others might think.” He took a step back, standing next to Kenji and placing his hand on his shoulder, spraying more silly string at the GazettE vocalist.
“And?” Ruki looked from side to side in confusion, not seeing where the conversation was going at all. All he wanted to do was get Reita and leave. Reita didn’t need to suffer in the hands of his obsessed fanboy. He wiped away more of the pink string and balled it up in his hand before throwing it at Jun and hitting him in the forehead. Silly string was a nice approach; he wished he would have thought of that before he went out and got a damn super soaker. Silly string was much less expensive and a lot more fun. Next time he’d get something better than silly string though.
Jun shrugged, “I knew you were close to Reita, and because you are, you were irritated that I sent him letters. I knew you would be pissed, so I decided to make you even more mad by insulting you in every single one to get your attention; think of it as a way for me to say ‘I‘m coming for you‘ because I was.” He watched as that vein in Ruki’s forehead began pulsing.
“What is the point in all this?” Aoi shifted his weight on to one hip and crossing his arms over his chest. Jun suddenly didn’t look like an idiotic member of Golden Bomber to him, and he was growing more an more amused, but what was even more amusing was how Reita had yet to say anything. He was sitting silently in his chair, watching Ruki and Jun with furrowed eyebrows.
Jun tilted his head to the side, keeping eye contact with Ruki and smiling inwardly, “While I had you nice and pissed off last week, I met up with Reita, right? I’m sure Reita felt it to while we were out, but I could have sworn I felt as if someone was watching. Would I be right to guess that someone was you? Were you trying to make sure I didn’t do anything bad to your precious Reita?”
“Excuse me for not trusting someone who writes creepy letters.” Ruki snapped, tightening his grip on his super soaker, waiting for the right moment to shoot the bassist again.
“I still don’t know what he wrote in that letter, but I knew it had to be something stupid.” Yutaka nudged his bandmates. Jun spun around with a glare and stuck his tongue out, muttering a ‘shut up, Yutaka‘, something he found himself saying a lot when it came to the Reita situation.
He waved his hand in the air, “When I got home that day, I thought about what I would do next. It was obvious that I wouldn’t just let Reita go, right? What fanboy does that? So I wrote him a letter, but I decided to write one to you to make you mad again. It worked, didn’t it? You did everything I had mentioned in the letter didn’t you? So now you’re here, and you think you’re going to take me down with water? You’ll have to try harder than that, Ruki. Who do you think I am? The Wicked Witch of the West?” He giggled excitedly. Behind him he could sense Reita standing up from his chair and tilted his head to the side when a hand was clamped over his shoulder.
“So this was carefully planned out, huh? You confess your love to me in a letter and in person, get to meet me, all while annoying the hell out of Ruki and pissing him off?” Reita sounded amused, which he was. He knew Jun was up to something, but he didn’t think it would be something like this. He may have been weird, idiotic, and annoying, but he was also smart. Even Reita wouldn’t have thought to come up with a plan like that, but he also didn’t want to piss anyone off just to do it.
Jun nodded, spinning around with his strange smile on his face again, seemingly going back to his usual self; Reita knew he had because he was once again acting like an annoying fanboy and calling him ‘Reita-sama’ while hugging the life out of him again.
“You never saw that coming, did you Reita-sama?”
“Nope.” He slightly pushed Jun back when the hug became too much, kind of like it had before. He didn’t have a problem with being hugged, but he’d like to continue living afterward.
Ruki’s eyebrows knitted together in irritation. He came all this way just to find out Jun had planned this all along, and he was just standing there like an idiot with a super soaker, silly string all over him, and two idiots on either side of him that did nothing to help? He couldn’t get too mad at his bandmates, though, because the members of Golden Bomber weren’t really helping Jun either; they just sprayed silly string, and how much effort did that take? “Don’t tell me you find that endearing. I swear to all things holy, I will rip off your-”
“Not endearing,” Reita held up a finger, signaling for Ruki to stop talking, “but he is a genius.”
“A sexy genius, you mean.” Jun corrected, looping his arms around Reita’s neck again, knowing it would annoy the hell out of Ruki.
Jun didn’t hate Ruki, he just liked to pick on vocalists that weren’t in his band, that and it was amusing to see just how quickly Ruki’s temper could flare up. It was almost cute, in a strange sort of way.
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Four days later exactly, Ruki found himself sitting in front of his computer with a cup of coffee and a cigarette. After the incident at Jun’s apartment, he hadn’t seen or spoken to the man because he’d rather not associate himself with someone who makes him more angry than humanly possible. Even though Reita had continued to see the bassist (stating that Jun wasn’t so bad once he got over his fanboying), Ruki stayed away whenever the Golden Bomber bassist was involved. For four days his plan had worked, until he opened up his e-mail and saw an e-mail from the kid.
With an irritated grunt he opened it, being the curious person he was. It wasn’t long, and from what he had scanned over quickly, he didn’t see any insults. He shrugged, setting his coffee off to the side and leaning forward, squinting since he didn’t have his glasses on. “You’re avoiding me! I don’t like that. We were enemies at first, but I think we can get over that. Since I took your bassist and best friend, I think it’s only fair you take my guitarist and best friend. I swear Yutaka is nice, and he’s not as bad as (as I’ve heard you refer to him, via Reita) ‘Shou… Kiryuuin… whatever he’s called’. I’d say Yutaka isn’t as bad as Kenji, but that’s obvious, right? I’m only suggesting this because, and I hate to admit it, I feel bad for being such a jerk toward you, and Yutaka thinks you’re hot. Just don’t tell him I said that. So what do you say? Friends? I promise (and I mean it this time) I won‘t be annoying. ♥“
He looked down at Koron and shook his head, “Reita may be dumb enough to get involved with one of those weirdos, but I’m not. I’ll stick to devoting myself to you and the band; I think that’s enough.”
A/N: I'm sure this one doesn't have the laugh factor that the other one had, but it's almost as long as the other one, and I didn't want to make it any longer... ^^; I also didn't have the same inspiration, and even though I'm working on four hours of sleep, I'm not that kind of sleepy where everything is funny... which I was when I wrote the other one.
I heavily insulted Ruki in this one. ^^; Sorry. I got a little too into Jun's character and went little more overboard than I intended. To make up for it, I'll write a Reituki oneshot for those of you who've been wanting me to write the pairing.
And just like in the last one, I'll leave you with some pictures of Jun. :D
Genre: Crack
Fandom: The GazettE/Golden Bomber
Pairings: Reita/Jun, Ruki/Reita (Jun is almost positive)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Jun --once again-- annoying Ruki
Chapter: 1/1
Synopsis: In his last letter, Jun had promised not to be annoying, that he was sorry for being an annoying fanboy, and that second dates don’t have to end with a kiss. If Reita was a smart boy he wouldn’t have fallen for that because Jun couldn’t turn off his fanboying so easily. Of course he knew in advance that Reita would trust him enough to think they’d spend a nice date indoors, so all he had to do was play the part of the non-annoying fanboy trying to apologize for his previous behavior when it reality all hell would break lose and he’d get that kiss at the end of the date because what kind of date didn’t end with a kiss?!
Comments: Here's the sequel to Bombered!
A second date seemed harmless when it was mentioned in the form of a letter. After spending a week away from the other bassist, Reita indeed had time to think, and thus, he found himself liking that crazy Golden Bomber kid. He was just the right dose of craziness and saneness (Reita never thought he’d use that word to describe Jun).
When he arrived at Jun’s apartment, one that had been cleaned just in case he actually did show up, he was whisked into the living room and told to ‘get comfortable’ while the other man ran into the kitchen. There was the sound of dishes clattering around and cabinet doors opening and closing while Reita made himself at home. He sat on the couch and suppressed a laugh upon seeing one of his band’s photo books half-heartedly hidden under a mass of magazines. All traces of any fanboy antics had been hidden, which Reita assumed was part of Jun’s attempt to ‘not be annoying’. He grabbed the book and slumped down against the cushions as he began flipping through the pages, smirking upon finding a bookmark on the pages where his photos were printed.
In the other room, Jun was trying his best to make a suitable dinner for Reita. As obsessed as he was, he had no idea what Reita liked to eat, but he did know he didn’t like vegetables or Kai’s cooking; the latter wasn’t very helpful, though. When he had written his last letter, he made a mental note to go to the grocery store, but with his busy schedule, he had forgotten about it completely. His kitchen was almost empty, but he managed to find enough ingredients to make oyakodon. He could only hope Reita would like it, and if he didn’t, Jun hoped he at least pretended that he did.
After preparing the rice and putting dashi soup stock in a skillet over medium heat, he added soy sauce, sugar, and mirin with one hand while the other reached for pieces of chicken and onions before turning the heat down. He glanced over his shoulder at Reita, who was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, and smiled brightly, but not too brightly so he didn’t look like he was going to fanboy again.
“I hope you cook better than Kai.” Reita commented as Jun began to lightly beat four eggs in a bowl. He had to admit, though, that Jun was cute while working in the kitchen. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing; of course he did… it was his kitchen.
“Could you check on the rice for me?” Jun glanced over his shoulder again while bringing the soup to a boil.
“It needs just a bit longer.” Reita shrugged, leaning against the counter. The soup began to boil, and Jun moved to pour the eggs over the chicken and onions. He turned the heat down to low and covered it with a lid.
“What do you want to drink?” Jun opened the refrigerator and peered in, “There’s beer, water, and juice. Do manly men even drink juice?” He wondered aloud; juice just didn’t seem like the type of drink a manly man would like. Reita seemed more like a beer type, but he thought he’d ask like a good host, just in case.
“I think you already know.” Reita gave a lopsided grin, turning off the heat since Jun wasn’t near the stove to do it himself.
“Beer it is.” Jun grabbed two bottles and settled them on the counter top before opening a cabinet and grabbing two deep serving bowls. “Real men don’t drink juice.” He noted off handedly, moving over to the rice with the bowls. He filled the bowls with rice and put the simmered chicken and egg on top.
“They don’t, huh? Then why do you have juice?” Reita crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorway with an amused expression on his face as Jun turned with a pout that was almost too cute to turn away from.
“Are you belittling your own fanboy again? Reita-sama, I thought we went over this.” The other bassist continued to pout as he took the bowls to the table and Reita grabbed the bottles of beer while snorting with laughter. He could hear Reita following him and, since his back was turned, grinned in victory because he had successfully lured Reita into his home and made him dinner.
In his last letter, Jun had promised not to be annoying, that he was sorry for being an annoying fanboy, and that second dates don’t have to end with a kiss. If Reita was a smart boy he wouldn’t have fallen for that because Jun couldn’t turn off his fanboying so easily. Of course he knew in advance that Reita would trust him enough to think they’d spend a nice date indoors, so all he had to do was play the part of the non-annoying fanboy trying to apologize for his previous behavior when it reality all hell would break lose and he’d get that kiss at the end of the date because what kind of date didn’t end with a kiss?!
“I thought I told you that you were an exception.”
As Reita took a seat across the table, Jun pointed his finger in the air with a smile, “Ah, I forgot something!” He dashed off to one of the other rooms, leaving Reita to stare at the place where he had been sitting previously. If they were on a date, didn’t it have to seem like it was? Right now it just felt as if he had cooked dinner for a friend, but he’d make sure he changed the atmosphere. He ran into his room where he had placed a vase of flowers he had bought just for the occasion. After grabbing the vase, he ran back to the table, placing it in the center and grinning.
“For the love of god, Jun.” Reita looked at him in disbelief because this totally wasn’t what he was expecting, but he should have known better than to think Jun would be normal. Can ‘normal’ even be used to describe a member of Golden Bomber? Although Reita would never admit it, he did look the band up and watched their videos, and part of him wished he never had because he felt a lot more comfortable not knowing what he had gotten himself into. They were weird, they had no boundaries, and he was stuck in their bassist’s house where anything could happen.
“Don’t look at me like that, Reita-sama. I’m being romantical!” Jun giggled loudly and clapped his hands. Flowers were romantic, and just as he had suspected, he had thrown the other bassist for a loop. Reita thought they were just going to hang out, but no~ he was caught in a ‘romantical’ second date.
“That’s not a word.” Reita shook his head, grabbing his chopsticks and playing with them between his fingers.
Jun made a face, “It is now.” He stuck his tongue out and grabbed his own chopsticks. They ate in silence, aside from Jun’s small comments about how ‘nice’ Reita’s hair looked after a long day of work and ‘your arms are so tone… can I touch them?’ to which Reita stared at him in mid-chew.
But dinner wasn’t the only thing Jun had planned. Dinner was only a way to get Reita to stay in the house without suspecting a thing.
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Ruki arrived home after a long day of rehearsals, one that left him irritated and ready to rip off anyone’s head who dared to piss him off, which was exactly the reason he found himself sitting on the couch with his hands gripping, almost crumbling, a piece of paper. It was a letter, and judging from the first line, it was from, none other, than Reita’s fanboy. Why he was now getting letters from the freak was beyond him. This sure as hell would come up in conversation with his bassist, but not in a nice way.
“Hey, Ruki, you short-tempered dwarf son of a bitch.” He could already feel the vein in his forehead pulsing at the words because no one should have the balls to insult him. If this kid really had balls, he’d insult him to his face and suffer the consequences as Ruki made him bow down while he continuously kicked him in the face. “Oh I’m sorry, did I just make you mad? Are your nicely-tweezed eyebrows furrowing in frustration yet? Of course they are. That nice little vein in your forehead is probably popping out of your head right now. Am I right? It’s okay, I already know I am. You’re probably wondering why I’m writing a letter to you now, right? Really, Ruki, I admire you. I think you’re amazing and you’re a really awesome vocalist, and dare I say it? You’re more attractive than Reita-sama. … I hope you noted that was sarcasm because I really don’t admire you, I just thought I’d be somewhat nice, but then I remembered that you threatened to kick my ass. Yeah, Reita told me about that. My question is could you kick my ass? Don’t break a nail, Takanori. What ever would you do if you did that and scuffed your expensive shoes?“
He scooted forward on the couch, pulling a pack of cigarettes out from his pocket and lighting one. First he had to suffer from a long day of rehearsals where he was nothing but annoyed because no one would work for longer than five seconds because, apparently, they were too busy asking Reita if he had heard from his fanboy during the week. Obviously the answer was ‘no’ because if he had heard from Jun, Reita would have told him before he told anyone else. Now he had to sit and read a letter from Jun that was nothing but insult after insult, and he couldn’t figure out why he just didn’t put it down or throw it away. Of course there was always the fact that he was a curious person, and what if Jun said something he needed to know? If this kid was going to be around, and Ruki assumed he would because there was no way Jun would leave Reita alone, then he had to get used to all the insults, but he also had to keep a close eye on him.
Crossing one leg over the other and inhaling, he held the letter up and began reading again even though he really didn’t want to; every sentence was like a blow to his ego, which had been suffering a lot lately. “Anyways, by the time you’ve gotten around to reading this, Reita would have already been at my house for awhile. Y’see, I wrote you both letters on the same day and sent them out at the same time. Unfortunately for you I didn’t use my real address on yours, so you can’t just come over and take him. I always had this feeling that there was something between the two of you, and I’m not just saying that because I’m a fanboy, and trust me I’m not into those slash pairings even if I do have quite the knowledge of them. You’ve always been awfully close to him, right? Even though you do fanservice and stuff with Uruha, I can tell you actually like Reita. The midget has a crush! How cute is that? But as you already know, I’m Reita’s fanboy, and as his number one fanboy (yes, I’ve given myself that title), I can’t allow you to have him. You just wait, Ruki, because I’m going to make Reita mine! Try to find my apartment if you can, but you’re going to have a hell of a lot of fun looking all over Tokyo for us. Even if you do find the correct apartment complex, you’ll never figure out which apartment is mine unless you knock on all the doors. Of course if you do that, you’ll be proving that you do indeed have a thing for Reita, and then I’d have to kick your ass. See that there? It’s a challenge. You’ve threatened me, I’ve threatened you; now we’re even. We should probably do something about this. Meet me behind the school at three? Isn’t that the stereotypical time and place? I’d probably just stand you up anyways, so don’t bother. I have more important matters to attend to, y’know, your bassist. By the way, if you do manage to find my apartment, don’t think I wasn’t prepared before hand for your arrival. I’m actually waiting. Well, it was nice talking to you. By now, and I’m thinking into the future, I’m probably making dinner for Reita and seducing him. He’ll fall for it. There’s no way he can resist a fanboy’s charm. ♥“
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He crumbled the letter up and tossed it on the coffee table, making a mental note to throw it away later when he wasn’t so busy. It didn’t matter if Jun used his real address or not because he had other means of finding out where the little twerp was. Did Jun really think he’d run around Tokyo looking for them or knocking on all the doors of the apartment complex? He wasn’t desperate. All he had to do was go to Reita’s apartment and hope he left the most recent letter somewhere in plain sight so he could find the correct address. Jun, apparently, didn’t realize that, by being Reita’s best friend, Ruki had the key to the bassist’s apartment and could access it any time he wanted because Reita really didn’t care as long as he didn’t clean the place.
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“Why do I get the feeling you’re up to something?” Reita took a drink of his beer and sat the bottle on the table again. He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest while keeping an eye on the other bassist. There was something off about this little ‘date’ of theirs, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Jun didn’t act as if he were up to something, in fact he had been behaving the whole time. The only odd things were the flowers and the strange comments, not to mention the way Jun seemed to giggle randomly, and at first Reita just assumed it was because he had gotten him to his apartment without a fuss. But as he sat there and thought about it, it wasn’t normal for Jun to do something like this; he didn’t have to know the other bassist for more than a day to figure that out.
Jun sat his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his palms and smiling sweetly with a slight tilt of his head. “What ever do you mean, Reita-sama?” Another giggle fought it’s way up his throat as he pressed his lips together in an attempt to keep it in. If Reita found out his real intentions, he’d probably make a mad dash to the door and leave in a second, but that was only if Jun didn’t catch him first; he was sure he could because a fanboy had super speed when it came to chasing down the idols.
“How you just worded that sentence makes it obvious, and not only that, but you’re being too normal. You aren’t normal, and neither are your weird bandmates-”
“So you’ve listened to Golden bomber!” Jun suddenly yelled with the biggest smile Reita had ever seen on a person’s face. It was almost inhumanly possible to have a smile that big, but somehow Jun was sporting it.
Reita closed his mouth, trying to think of a lie because he didn’t want to admit that he had actually listened to them. Even if he wasn’t as turned off by Jun as he had been in the beginning (although he was still pretty turned off), he didn’t want to make him think anything stranger than what he was already thinking. So with hesitation, he played with his hands under the table and mumbled, “I was on YouTube during rehearsals, and Golden Bomber was on the sidebar. It’d be mean of me to-”
Jun waved his hand in the air and leaned over the table so his hands were gripping the edge by Reita’s chest. “Tell me, Reita-sama, what did you think? Don’t sugarcoat it for me. I’m a man. I can take it.” He began pulling himself closer and closer to the GazettE’s bassist who was trying his best to avoid Jun, but that didn’t seem to be happening.
So Jun was a man? That was another word Reita didn’t think he’d ever use to describe the other bassist, even if he said Jun was an exception to the belittling. “Honestly? You guys freak me the fuck out.”
“Eh?!” Jun pulled himself so close to Reita that he had to put his hands on Reita’s shoulders so he wouldn’t fall off the table and onto Reita. If he did fall, he wouldn’t mind too much because that would just help him in the long run, but his plans to seduce Reita could wait a minute because Golden Bomber wasn’t freaky, and therefore shouldn’t have freaked Reita out. “And why is that? It’s Kenji isn’t it? Under all that makeup, he’s actually a pretty attractive guy, I swear! Do you want to see a picture? I’m pretty sure I have one on my pho-”
“I said you guys freak me out, not your drummer freaks me out.” Reita leaned away as much as his chair would allow, putting his hands on Jun’s shoulders as well because he didn’t know where else to put them. “Your vocalist is way too spazzy, your guitarist is always smiling and no one smiles that much, and your drummer is just strange all over. For the love of god, could you guys learn to wear clothes? I really don’t like seeing Kenji completely naked.” He scrunched his face up at the mental image and shook his head slightly.
“So you like seeing him semi-naked? I’ll make a mental note to tell him that.”
Moving his hand just a bit so it was positioned behind Jun’s head, Reita slapped him with a grin. “I don’t want to see him semi-naked either, fanboy.”
Jun pouted, jutting his bottom lip out and blinking his eyes. “How dare you hit your fanboy?! For that you owe me a kiss as an apology.” He giggled moving forward a little more. Unfortunately for him, Reita still had a hold of his shoulders and was able to push him back again.
“Try to kiss me and I’ll slap you again, and harder.” He smirked, “Besides, I’m still trying to figure out what you’re up to, although I’m pretty sure I know your intentions by now.” It wasn’t difficult to see that a fanboy had lured him into his apartment with no effort at all. It was Reita’s fault that he had fallen for it, but that didn’t mean he had to give in easily.
Jun snorted, “I might like that too much. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” He grinned, pushing himself back on the table, spinning into a sitting position and scooting to the edge again. “I’m not up to anything; you’re just paranoid, Reita-Sama. Just relax and stop assuming I’m going to do something to you, unless you actually do want me to do something and you’re just not willing to admit it. I’d understand. Who wants to give in to a fanboy? Someone as manri as you surely wouldn’t want to beg his fanboy to take him now.” He put his hand to his forehead and leaned back a bit before suddenly sitting upright again. He grinned down at the other bassist who was rolling his eyes and muttering something about ‘I’d never beg anyone to take me; I’m a man, I take them.’
“You aren’t denying anything, Reita-sama!” Jun wiggled his eyebrows, gripping the edge of the table and dangling his legs on either side of Reita, staring at him with amusement. “So by not denying anything, you’re admitting that you do want me to do something!”
“That’s not wha-”
Jun pushed himself forward with a giggle, landing right on Reita’s lap with a grin. “Ah ah ah~ Don’t try to take it back now! You want me to do something, so I’m going to do something. You better not complain!” He put his hands on Reita’s shoulders and smiled that inhumanly large smile again, “It’d be rude to complain when I’m doing you a favor.”
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For the life of him, Ruki couldn’t figure out why he was actually walking into Reita’s apartment. Was it really that big of a deal that Reita had fallen for Jun’s trick? Judging by the way the apartment was silent and Reita’s shoes weren’t by the door, Ruki was positive he knew where his friend was. It wasn’t surprising that Reita had fallen for a stupid trick. After searching the living room, he managed to find the letter and envelop lying on the floor under the coffee table where Reita had, probably, haphazardly tossed.
Just to make sure he had the right address, he had brought along his own letter to compare the addresses. And not only did he bring the letter, but he also had a certain guitarist waiting in the car, and it wasn’t Uruha. Uruha would have been completely useless in this kind of situation, and even though Aoi wasn’t much better, it would have been better than inviting Kai who would have, without a doubt, turned into mommy Kai in the matter of seconds and made things even worse.
When he got in the car, he thrust the paper in Aoi’s direction and smirked. “He knows I’m coming and he’s prepared, so that means we have to be prepared.” He put his keys in the ignition and started the car.
“Did you get all that from just being in Reita’s apartment?” Aoi raised an eyebrow because up until now, Ruki had only said Reita had been tricked by his fanboy and it was up to them to rescue him.
“Don’t be stupid. He wrote it in my letter.” Ruki pulled away from Reita’s apartment complex and checked the address again just to make sure he was going in the right direction. “But since he’s prepared, I feel we’re under prepared. We can’t just walk in there and demand he gives us back our bassist. We have to do something he would never expect.”
Aoi snorted loudly, “And you said bringing Uruha would be a bad idea… He would have had a million suggestions by now that would be perfect. I suggest we get him. Y’never know when you need back up, and I can’t back you up and defend myself at the same time.”
“Says the guy who knows martial arts.” Ruki rolled his eyes, turning left and rolling down his window to let the wind in. “I guess you’re right, though. We do need Uruha. I have a feeling he’ll make things a lot more difficult, but he’d be pissed if we didn’t include him.”
Aoi nodded, pushing his hair out of his face with an annoyed huff as it flew right back. “And neither one of us wants to deal with his bitching.” He scrunched up his face at the thought of dealing with an amused, yet very pissed, Uruha, stomping around the room and complaining about how he could have helped them do this or that and Jun wouldn’t have had a chance. Sometimes it was just best to include the blonde to save themselves the trouble.
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“Do you have any idea how annoying you are?”
Jun pouted for the umpteenth time, circling his arms around Reita’s neck and resting his head on the blonde’s shoulder. He wasn’t annoying, he was a fanboy. There was a difference. “So rude. Are you always this mean to your fans, Reita-sama?” He nuzzled the blonde’s neck, giggling and biting his lips to quite himself down.
“I’m not rude; you’re rude.” Reita spoke between gritted teeth although he wasn’t one hundred percent annoyed by the other man, he just didn’t like feeling like an idiot, and around Jun that was almost a must. “I’m not mean to my fans either-”
“You’re mean to me, and I’m a fan. Actually, I’m not just a fan, I’m your-”
Reita clamped a hand over Jun’s mouth, his eyes turning into slits, “You better not finish that sentence with the words ‘soul mate’.” If they were really soul mates, Reita wouldn’t be so annoyed by him. Jun’s annoying antics were beginning to give him a headache, and if he were mean enough, he’d push the other bassist away and leave, but that would prove that Jun was right.
“Ah, I didn’t even need to! You already knew what I was going to say!” Jun sat up, pulling Reita forward in an overly dramatic hug. Reita’s hands shot to Jun’s hips, trying to push him back from his death grip, but Jun only hugged him tighter, squeezing the breath out of him and making Reita close his eyes in pain. “It’s only our second date and second time meeting, and we’re already finishing each other’s sentences!”
“I didn’t finish your sentence! You’re just predictable.” Reita cursed himself for thinking for a split second that Jun would keep his word.
Jun shook his head, pulling away and petting Reita’s hair as if he were an animal, something Reita really didn’t appreciate. “It’s okay to feel embarrassed. I know you manri men don’t like to show just how much you love someone because it hurts your ‘pride’ or whatever, but I won’t judge you. You should never judge the one you love.”
“Love?!” Reita’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“I love you too, Reita-sama.” Jun giggled just as there was a series of knocks on the door. With a grin, he turned himself so he was still sitting on Reita’s lap, but facing the door. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who was at the door and yelling ‘you little son of a bitch, you better answer the fucking door before I take it down, and when I do you’re going to wish I never had’ because no one yelled as adorably as a midget with a temper.
But just as Jun had said, he was prepared. As the door began to open, he turned and looked toward the hallway and yelled incoherent nonsense. Before Ruki, Aoi, or Uruha could say a word, the members of Golden Bomber were running into the room and jumping into place like complete idiots.
“I told you I was prepared, midget.” Jun giggled, looping an arm around Reita’s shoulder and leaning against him. All he had to do was sit there and watch while his band did all the work. “See Reita, not only did I treat you to dinner, but now I’m treating you to a show. How romantical am I?” Catching Reita off guard, he smashed their lips together, looping his other arm around the blonde’s neck and pulling him closer.
“Hands off the bassist!” Ruki screeched, holding up a super soaker that he had hidden behind his back. He took aim carefully, making sure he wouldn’t hit Reita, and shot the other bassist with a grin.
Jun yelped, holding his hands up to block the water as he buried his face in Reita’s neck. Maybe he should have been a bit more prepared, but he also didn’t expect three GazettE members to walk into his apartment with water guns.
“Why are you three just standing there?!” He yelled at his bandmates the best he could against Reita’s neck. “Kick their asses. But be careful of Aoi; he’ll kick your ass like a boss.”
Aoi snorted loudly at the words, leaning closer to Uruha, “Even he knows who’s boss.” Uruha rolled his eyes, pushing the other guitarist over. After Reita had let the rest of the band read Jun’s first letter, Aoi decided to go see what all the hype was about ‘Aoiha’, which included him reading (he swore he skimmed) too many stories and swearing he was the boss of the Aoiha relationship. Uruha, however, completely disagreed and said Aoi could never be the ‘boss’ because he was too much of a childish pansy, thus creating an argument between the two of them.
Kenji held up a finger, jumping forward with a grin, one that looked strange with his makeup on, but no one commented on it as he took a step forward. “I think we should introduce ourselves.”
“Really?” Jun sat up, pulling Reita along with him because he wasn’t going to move without a shield, even if it was Reita. “He’s getting my apartment wet, and you want to introduce yourselves? I’m all up for being nice to GazettE, but not Ruki. Pummel him, Kenji! Put those muscles to work!”
The drummer looked back with a shake of his head. “Introductions first! I’m Darubisshu Kenji!” He jumped back to stand in between the other members.
With a laugh, another member jumped forward with a spin and a large smile, “Kyan Yutaka!” He jumped back, and the next member stepped forward.
“Kiryuuin Shou!” He ran up to the three members of GazettE, bowing at them before reaching Ruki and slapping him on the forehead with a snort. “Bad Ruki! Don’t you know shooting people is bad? You could go to-” He held his hands up just as Jun had before as Ruki shot him in the face.
“So all of the members of Golden Bomber are complete idiots, huh? Somehow,” Ruki paused, lowering his super soaker, “I’m not surprised.”
Jun sat up, wiping his face off on Reita’s shirt and glaring. “We’re not idiots.” They were just being themselves, and they didn’t care what others thought of their antics, not even if GazettE was telling them they were stupid. “You’re the one who thought it was necessary to bring a water gun. How old are you, five? Sure you’re the size of a five-year-old, but come on Ruki! Spraying me with water is going to make me give Reita-sama back.” He giggled as Ruki’s eyes turned into slits and he raised his super soaker again. “And I wouldn’t try shooting me anymore, shorty, or you’ll shoot Reita-sama because he’s now my overly sexy human shield. I’ll let the six of you duke it out, and the last one standing can go up against me in an attempt to win back your bassist. If you lose, I get to keep him. If you win, I still get to keep him. Either way, he’s mine.”
“You can’t just keep a person.” Uruha scratched the back of his neck, “I believe that’s called ‘kidnapping’, and you could go to jail for that.”
“And if you try to have your way with him,” Aoi cut in, “that becomes rape because Reita won’t give in to you. So not only do you have kidnapping charges against you, but rape charges as well. That’s a lot of jail time, kid. Are you prepared to be someone’s fuck buddy?”
“They’d eat you up in the slammer, no pun intended.” Ruki added, causing Yutaka to cover his mouth to muffle his laughter.
“Yutaka!” Jun snapped, kicking his leg out quickly and kicking the back of the guitarist’s leg. “Whose side are you on?”
“If you want to get technical, you didn’t give us a choice.” Yutaka shrugged, rubbing the back of his leg with a slight glare. “But I wouldn’t want to be on their side either. It’d be too confusing. To be on GazettE’s side, that means they have Kai, aka Yutaka. If they were to yell ‘Yutaka’, I’d just assume they were talking to him. See how that works?”
Ruki looked around, sighing heavily, “Why do I get the feeling that every member of Golden Bomber is either annoying, stupid, or can’t shut the fuck up?”
“Fuck rhymes with duck; that’s what Uruha is.”
“Which one are you again?” Ruki tilted his head to the side because whichever one it was didn’t say too much, but he also didn’t want him to come near him; he didn’t want to get slapped again.
Jun stood up, patting Reita on the head, and maneuvering himself so he was standing in front of his band. “I didn’t know midgets had impaired hearing.” He grinned, moving again so he was standing right in front of Ruki. Behind him he could hear ‘Kiryuuin Shou~ you moron~’ being yelled, but didn’t turn around to shut his vocalist up, not when he was face to air (and a little bit of hair) with GazettE’s vocalist.
“One more midget joke out of you and I’ll-”
Ruki didn’t even get to finish his sentence as the members of Golden Bomber, including Jun, reached into their pockets and pulled out two cans of silly string each. How Reita managed to miss the cans in Jun’s pocket was beyond him, but at the moment he really didn’t care. It was almost too amusing to watch Ruki get heavily sprayed with silly string, and it wasn’t just Ruki that got sprayed either; Aoi and Uruha were covered, but they weren’t as concerned as Ruki was. The vocalist growled angrily, wiping the mess from his face and hair, muttering under his breath. If he didn’t get Jun back today, he sure as hell would get him eventually.
“You’ll what? Shoot me with your fancy water gun? I’m already wet, so you really can’t do anything else.” Jun raised an eyebrow, looking at Aoi and Uruha who seemed to be completely unarmed, but he wouldn’t be surprised if they had hidden water guns in their pockets or something. “You are aware that water guns run out of water, right? What will you do if you waste all your water and need more? Do you think I’ll supply you? Besides, I said I was prepared for you, and I had a feeling you wouldn’t come alone. Y’see, I think ahead, and I also think of what others might think.” He took a step back, standing next to Kenji and placing his hand on his shoulder, spraying more silly string at the GazettE vocalist.
“And?” Ruki looked from side to side in confusion, not seeing where the conversation was going at all. All he wanted to do was get Reita and leave. Reita didn’t need to suffer in the hands of his obsessed fanboy. He wiped away more of the pink string and balled it up in his hand before throwing it at Jun and hitting him in the forehead. Silly string was a nice approach; he wished he would have thought of that before he went out and got a damn super soaker. Silly string was much less expensive and a lot more fun. Next time he’d get something better than silly string though.
Jun shrugged, “I knew you were close to Reita, and because you are, you were irritated that I sent him letters. I knew you would be pissed, so I decided to make you even more mad by insulting you in every single one to get your attention; think of it as a way for me to say ‘I‘m coming for you‘ because I was.” He watched as that vein in Ruki’s forehead began pulsing.
“What is the point in all this?” Aoi shifted his weight on to one hip and crossing his arms over his chest. Jun suddenly didn’t look like an idiotic member of Golden Bomber to him, and he was growing more an more amused, but what was even more amusing was how Reita had yet to say anything. He was sitting silently in his chair, watching Ruki and Jun with furrowed eyebrows.
Jun tilted his head to the side, keeping eye contact with Ruki and smiling inwardly, “While I had you nice and pissed off last week, I met up with Reita, right? I’m sure Reita felt it to while we were out, but I could have sworn I felt as if someone was watching. Would I be right to guess that someone was you? Were you trying to make sure I didn’t do anything bad to your precious Reita?”
“Excuse me for not trusting someone who writes creepy letters.” Ruki snapped, tightening his grip on his super soaker, waiting for the right moment to shoot the bassist again.
“I still don’t know what he wrote in that letter, but I knew it had to be something stupid.” Yutaka nudged his bandmates. Jun spun around with a glare and stuck his tongue out, muttering a ‘shut up, Yutaka‘, something he found himself saying a lot when it came to the Reita situation.
He waved his hand in the air, “When I got home that day, I thought about what I would do next. It was obvious that I wouldn’t just let Reita go, right? What fanboy does that? So I wrote him a letter, but I decided to write one to you to make you mad again. It worked, didn’t it? You did everything I had mentioned in the letter didn’t you? So now you’re here, and you think you’re going to take me down with water? You’ll have to try harder than that, Ruki. Who do you think I am? The Wicked Witch of the West?” He giggled excitedly. Behind him he could sense Reita standing up from his chair and tilted his head to the side when a hand was clamped over his shoulder.
“So this was carefully planned out, huh? You confess your love to me in a letter and in person, get to meet me, all while annoying the hell out of Ruki and pissing him off?” Reita sounded amused, which he was. He knew Jun was up to something, but he didn’t think it would be something like this. He may have been weird, idiotic, and annoying, but he was also smart. Even Reita wouldn’t have thought to come up with a plan like that, but he also didn’t want to piss anyone off just to do it.
Jun nodded, spinning around with his strange smile on his face again, seemingly going back to his usual self; Reita knew he had because he was once again acting like an annoying fanboy and calling him ‘Reita-sama’ while hugging the life out of him again.
“You never saw that coming, did you Reita-sama?”
“Nope.” He slightly pushed Jun back when the hug became too much, kind of like it had before. He didn’t have a problem with being hugged, but he’d like to continue living afterward.
Ruki’s eyebrows knitted together in irritation. He came all this way just to find out Jun had planned this all along, and he was just standing there like an idiot with a super soaker, silly string all over him, and two idiots on either side of him that did nothing to help? He couldn’t get too mad at his bandmates, though, because the members of Golden Bomber weren’t really helping Jun either; they just sprayed silly string, and how much effort did that take? “Don’t tell me you find that endearing. I swear to all things holy, I will rip off your-”
“Not endearing,” Reita held up a finger, signaling for Ruki to stop talking, “but he is a genius.”
“A sexy genius, you mean.” Jun corrected, looping his arms around Reita’s neck again, knowing it would annoy the hell out of Ruki.
Jun didn’t hate Ruki, he just liked to pick on vocalists that weren’t in his band, that and it was amusing to see just how quickly Ruki’s temper could flare up. It was almost cute, in a strange sort of way.
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Four days later exactly, Ruki found himself sitting in front of his computer with a cup of coffee and a cigarette. After the incident at Jun’s apartment, he hadn’t seen or spoken to the man because he’d rather not associate himself with someone who makes him more angry than humanly possible. Even though Reita had continued to see the bassist (stating that Jun wasn’t so bad once he got over his fanboying), Ruki stayed away whenever the Golden Bomber bassist was involved. For four days his plan had worked, until he opened up his e-mail and saw an e-mail from the kid.
With an irritated grunt he opened it, being the curious person he was. It wasn’t long, and from what he had scanned over quickly, he didn’t see any insults. He shrugged, setting his coffee off to the side and leaning forward, squinting since he didn’t have his glasses on. “You’re avoiding me! I don’t like that. We were enemies at first, but I think we can get over that. Since I took your bassist and best friend, I think it’s only fair you take my guitarist and best friend. I swear Yutaka is nice, and he’s not as bad as (as I’ve heard you refer to him, via Reita) ‘Shou… Kiryuuin… whatever he’s called’. I’d say Yutaka isn’t as bad as Kenji, but that’s obvious, right? I’m only suggesting this because, and I hate to admit it, I feel bad for being such a jerk toward you, and Yutaka thinks you’re hot. Just don’t tell him I said that. So what do you say? Friends? I promise (and I mean it this time) I won‘t be annoying. ♥“
He looked down at Koron and shook his head, “Reita may be dumb enough to get involved with one of those weirdos, but I’m not. I’ll stick to devoting myself to you and the band; I think that’s enough.”
A/N: I'm sure this one doesn't have the laugh factor that the other one had, but it's almost as long as the other one, and I didn't want to make it any longer... ^^; I also didn't have the same inspiration, and even though I'm working on four hours of sleep, I'm not that kind of sleepy where everything is funny... which I was when I wrote the other one.
I heavily insulted Ruki in this one. ^^; Sorry. I got a little too into Jun's character and went little more overboard than I intended. To make up for it, I'll write a Reituki oneshot for those of you who've been wanting me to write the pairing.
And just like in the last one, I'll leave you with some pictures of Jun. :D