[JExStardust] now take my hand and we will run away
Whoops. Almost forgot this one. XD
Title: now take my hand and we will run away
Pairing: Yokoyama Yu and Sato Megumi
Rating: G
Summary: It was a good birthday present as any.
"Idols never get to spend their birthdays peacefully," Megumi grumbles into the phone, slouching down on her seat and pulling her knees up to her chin.
"Yeah, well," Yu's voice comes cheerfully across the line--too cheerfully, like he was enjoying her pain instead of actually cheering her up, "We're not normal."
"But we work!" she whines. An assistant passes her by, tells her she has a ten-minute break till the next round of the photoshoot. Megumi looks up and flashes the assistant a quick smile before slouching again. "We pay taxes, too," she goes on. "We deserve to have birthday leaves like the rest of Japan's taxpayers."
"So leave," he is quick to suggest.
"You're crazy," she mutters.
He laughs, and she wonders why it sounds diabolical. "Hey. Look out the window."
"Huh?"
"Look out the window? You know, you walk over to the window, and look outside--"
"Shut up," she says, rising from the chair, wondering what this is all about. She goes over to the window and peers out suspiciously.
Down the street, she sees Yu, phone in hand, grinning widely and waving merrily at her.
Megumi ducks, flattens herself against the wall. "You're such a stalker," she says weakly. "How did you even-- What are you--"
"Hey, you're fully dressed, aren't you?"
She blushes, used though she was to questions like these, coming from him. "And that is relevant, how?"
"Are you?"
"Yes!" she snaps. "Look, Yu-kun--" She plants herself in front of the window to glare at him, and finds herself glaring at no one. She stares, blinking. "...Where did you go?"
"Get your bag and stuff ready, okay?"
"Yu-kun!" she says despairingly. "What are you doing?"
"Taking you away?" he suggests, only his voice sounds like he is right next to her. She turns her head and nearly jumps in fright.
"How do you do that?" she asks accusingly, though with something akin to admiration, snapping her phone shut before swatting him on the shoulder for good measure.
"I am a ninja," he intones seriously. She gives him a deadpan look.
"I can't just leave, you know."
"Sure you can," he says easily, walking over to the chair and picking up a bag lying beside it. "This is yours, right? Come on."
"The photoshoot is just halfway done!"
"So you tell them you felt dizzy, suddenly, and called a friend to come take you home."
"Other idols would have stayed and finished their photoshoots even if they felt dizzy," she argues, without conviction.
"So you tell them something you ate at lunch didn't sit well with your stomach, and you've been puking your guts out ever since and felt like you were dying because of it, and had to be taken home immediately."
She laughs, shaking her head in exasperation. "You sound like you've used those excuses before."
"I may have," he says mysteriously. He looks at her, head cocked to one side. "So are we leaving now, or do I have to think of another excuse to convince you?"
"I--"
"You only live once, you know," he imparts sagely. Grinning, he added, "And you're certainly not getting any younger."
Her hand is in his the next moment, tugging him to the exit. "Says the person nearing his thirties-- Let's go."
He laughs, covering her fingers with his. "Happy birthday, Sato Megumi."
Title: now take my hand and we will run away
Pairing: Yokoyama Yu and Sato Megumi
Rating: G
Summary: It was a good birthday present as any.
"Idols never get to spend their birthdays peacefully," Megumi grumbles into the phone, slouching down on her seat and pulling her knees up to her chin.
"Yeah, well," Yu's voice comes cheerfully across the line--too cheerfully, like he was enjoying her pain instead of actually cheering her up, "We're not normal."
"But we work!" she whines. An assistant passes her by, tells her she has a ten-minute break till the next round of the photoshoot. Megumi looks up and flashes the assistant a quick smile before slouching again. "We pay taxes, too," she goes on. "We deserve to have birthday leaves like the rest of Japan's taxpayers."
"So leave," he is quick to suggest.
"You're crazy," she mutters.
He laughs, and she wonders why it sounds diabolical. "Hey. Look out the window."
"Huh?"
"Look out the window? You know, you walk over to the window, and look outside--"
"Shut up," she says, rising from the chair, wondering what this is all about. She goes over to the window and peers out suspiciously.
Down the street, she sees Yu, phone in hand, grinning widely and waving merrily at her.
Megumi ducks, flattens herself against the wall. "You're such a stalker," she says weakly. "How did you even-- What are you--"
"Hey, you're fully dressed, aren't you?"
She blushes, used though she was to questions like these, coming from him. "And that is relevant, how?"
"Are you?"
"Yes!" she snaps. "Look, Yu-kun--" She plants herself in front of the window to glare at him, and finds herself glaring at no one. She stares, blinking. "...Where did you go?"
"Get your bag and stuff ready, okay?"
"Yu-kun!" she says despairingly. "What are you doing?"
"Taking you away?" he suggests, only his voice sounds like he is right next to her. She turns her head and nearly jumps in fright.
"How do you do that?" she asks accusingly, though with something akin to admiration, snapping her phone shut before swatting him on the shoulder for good measure.
"I am a ninja," he intones seriously. She gives him a deadpan look.
"I can't just leave, you know."
"Sure you can," he says easily, walking over to the chair and picking up a bag lying beside it. "This is yours, right? Come on."
"The photoshoot is just halfway done!"
"So you tell them you felt dizzy, suddenly, and called a friend to come take you home."
"Other idols would have stayed and finished their photoshoots even if they felt dizzy," she argues, without conviction.
"So you tell them something you ate at lunch didn't sit well with your stomach, and you've been puking your guts out ever since and felt like you were dying because of it, and had to be taken home immediately."
She laughs, shaking her head in exasperation. "You sound like you've used those excuses before."
"I may have," he says mysteriously. He looks at her, head cocked to one side. "So are we leaving now, or do I have to think of another excuse to convince you?"
"I--"
"You only live once, you know," he imparts sagely. Grinning, he added, "And you're certainly not getting any younger."
Her hand is in his the next moment, tugging him to the exit. "Says the person nearing his thirties-- Let's go."
He laughs, covering her fingers with his. "Happy birthday, Sato Megumi."