Together Forever Part 4: Into the closet
More in my fic series in which Kitayama continues to make Fujigaya's life hard.
A continuation of this and this and this.
But this time, Watta and Tama decide to take action.
Characters: Kisumai featuring Tamamori and Yokoo, with a guest appearance from Ninomiya Kazunari
Rating: PG-13 for language?
Warnings: Angst, attempted humor
Summary: In which Yokoo and Tamamori get tired of things not happening. And so they clean up the mess. Literally.
The little things were what convinced them that this was serious. And as such, it was possible that Tamamori and Yokoo were even more irritated with the entire situation than Fujigaya was. While he had his senpai to distract him, they had to watch Kitayama mope, pretending to nap on the couch while pouting, and not eat. This was how they knew he was seriously upset.
But he wasn't doing anything about it.
And Yokoo had told him to fix it.
Tamamori had gotten involved, and everyone knew that no one in their right mind should count Tamamori as a love and relationship guru, but in this case he was right. And when Tamamori took it upon himself to intervene and fix things, and you didn't listen to him, he got slightly annoyed. Maybe slightly more than annoyed. Especially when one of the two people (and not the one that people might expect) was being an idiot.
And Yokoo knew that his best friend could be happy and wasn't, because of something easily fixable and wasn't being fixed then he got irritated. Especially since for once, he and Tamamori agreed, Fujigaya and his passion and enthusiasm and temper and caring wasn't the cause of things.
But enough was enough.
And by all appearance Fujigaya seemed fine with it. And he had Yokoo fooled for a while; even when the other had treated Fujigaya to a dinner out just to make sure that Fujigaya was ok. He wouldn't have known anything was wrong until Kawai came by one day irritated, and had stopped Yokoo, and wanting to know what the hell they had done to Taipi. Apparently he had been coming by and just watching A.B.C-Z practices, laughing and joking with them when appropriate, but he would stare off into space. ‘I knew something was up, when Hasshi was getting handsy and Taipi didn't respond at all. It was as if he didn't notice. Hasshi played it off, hugging Taipi until the other had just slumped against him, hugging the other tight despite the sweat from practice, and when Hasshi was throwing worried glances at me, I figured I would see what the hell you guys did to break him.’
Yokoo had commented, that ‘they had done nothing, it was KitaMitsu, and that nothing was the problem’, and Kawai had looked at him in confusion. “We are fixing it. Since it is getting ridiculous. He can’t be trusted on his own.” But then, could they trust him with Taipi?
And it was true. He and Tamamori had a plan. One that they had let Senga and Miyata in on. Nikaido would be upset that he wasn't told, but as he wasn't the best keeper of secrets it was best not to tell him, until it was in progress. Because while they loved him, he had a bit of a loud mouth sometimes, and his mocking of Kitayama’s less than smooth attempts at conversation weren’t helping.
And so, they put their plan into action.
To their credit their tried to be stealthy, they really did. But the third time that Tamamori glanced at Yokoo and Senga shifted forward on his chair had Nikaido demanding to know what the hell was going on. Thankfully Fujigaya was out of the room at the time, doing a solo shoot. And all Kitayama did was mumble from his curled up ball of misery on the couch to keep it down he was trying to sleep.
Senga managed to shush Nikaido, showing him down on the couch with a hand over his mouth, with a none to quiet “will you just hush” that Wataru was certain that the people in the next room over could hear. “Read the atmosphere.” Miyata mouthed at Nikaido, when he stopped struggling in Senga’s embrace, and Nikaido’s eyes widened as Yokoo got up, picked up all of their bags, and Fujigaya’s cell phone, and put them all in the storage closet in their room.
“It really is rather messy in here. Again.” His voice could only be classified as a stage whisper.
The thing is, they never really used that storage closet. As in they never used. Since the light didn't really work, and it had some random bits of costumes that didn't really belong to any of them, and some cleaning supplies. So it was odd that Yokoo decided to put ALL their things in it.
“There, that looks better.” Yokoo shut the door, smiling at the rest of the room at Nikaido watched with wide eyes.
“But isn’t that...” He trained off with an ooooffff as Senga elbowed him in the stomach.
“Wataru-san always takes good care of us.” Tamamori commented sagely, and Miyata’s grin almost split his face it was so wide.
“This place always looks to much better after Watta cleans it up. You take such good care of us.”
“He will kill you.” Nikaido hissed, and Wataru just chuckled, settling back down on the couch as Nikaido shoved Senga off of him and sat back up. He looked furiously between Wataru, Tamamori, Miyata and Senga, but all he could see was the four looking quite pleased with themselves.
Every once in a while they would glance at the door, and the couch that Kitayama was sleeping on, and Nikaido noticed with a frown, it was at a weird angle today. Almost angled towards the closet door.
They couldn't possible be planning what he was thinking they were planning, and he nudged Senga, his eyebrows up to his hairline, but it was Mitaya whose grin he caught, wide and infectious, and he could help but choke on a breath.
They were going to get killed. Absolutely and completely decimated.
And then Fujigaya walked back into the room with a yawn. He did not looked surprised that all of Kisumai was still waiting for him, though he was the last shoot of the day, something that in retrospect Nikaido might have found slightly odd, but if Senga and Yokoo weren’t leaving then neither was he.
And so when Fujigaya walked in, he looked around puzzled.
“What happened to the bags? And my phone?” His voice was calm, and Tamamori shrugged.
“Watta was cleaning. I think he put everything in the closet.”
“The closet?” Fijugaya looked at Wataru who nodded and shrugged.
“I wanted it out of the way, and we never use the closet, so why not?” He shifted. “The room was a mess, again.” Wataru fixed a glare on the others, and Nikaido found himself shrinking back, despite knowing on some level that this was an elaborate plan, Yokoo’s glare was still terrifying.
“Watta, you shouldn't always have to pick up after us.” Fujigaya shook his head and shuffled over to the closet. As soon as he pulled the door open the room seemed to erupt into life.
Senga and Miyata were beside Kitayama as soon as Fujigaya stepped through the door and into the closet.
By the time he pulled the string to turn on the light they had grabbed Kitayama by his feet, and under his arms.
He shouted, and tried to kick at them, but Senga had a iron grip on his feet and Mitaya was not letting go, despite the profanities spewing from Kitayama's mouth.
Fujigaya spun around his eyes wide at the sudden commotion and stumbled back as Kitayama was tossed onto and into him, sending them both stumbling back into the not so soft pile of bags, as the door slammed shut.
Tamamori and Wataru shoved the couch against the door, sitting back down on it, and Mitaya and Senga threw themselves down on the couch at the same instant Nikaido could see the door to the closet try and open, and a very loud,
“What the fuck do you think you are doing!” sounded from inside the closet.
Definitely Kitayama, his voice rough from sleep.
Surprisingly, Fujigaya wasn't saying anything.
“You were supposed to have fixed things, Kitamitsu.” Tamamori’s voice was exaggerated, as if he was talking to a child. “We gave you a chance to fix it on your own, but obviously that's impossible.”
“There is nothing to fix. He was clear enough. I appreciate the thought.” Fujigaya’s voice was softer than Kitayama’s though it was bitter, far too bitter and that hurt to hear. Fujigaya was not the better sort, not these days at least. Nikaido wondered if he was at the back of the closet, sitting down in resignation.
“Kitamitsu isn’t eating, Taisuke. You try and tell me that things are fine.” Yokoo added this time, and Nikaido could practically see Kitayama’s horror face, and the growl as he rattled at the door, demanding again to be let out.
“Its obvious he doesn't want to be in here with me. I get it. And I am over it. So please, just drop it.” He spoke loud enough to be heard over the noise that Kitayama was making, so they could all hear him.
Except from the tone in his voice, the strain, they all knew that it was not the case. Nikaido could see the sadness flicker across Senga’s face, the look he shared with Miyata at the way that Fujigaya could not quite keep up his tone, and it was at that moment that the door stopped rattling.
“We will let you out when we are certain that you have fixed it. And not before.” Tamamori shifted on the couch. “As the only frontman thinking clearly at the moment-“ He paused when both Fujigaya and Kitayama laughed sharply, but after screwing his face up in disgruntlement and taking a deep breath, smiling as Miyata shifted on the dogpile of people and smiled up at him, continued, “I am tired of watching the two of you continue on in misery. So fix it this time KitaMitsu. Since I am not going to be so nice next time.”
“Tama, it’s ok. Really.” Fujigaya tried to speak again, and Yokoo growled from where he was listening in on the conversation, but his expression shifted to a smile as a soft, “No, it really isn’t.” carried to his ears. He couldn't hear more than that, just the soft shuffling of material, and the sound of bags getting shuffled around.
Maybe, just maybe, this crazy plan might work.
It was at that moment that the door to their room opened, and Ninomiya strolled in. He didn't seem that disturbed by the fact that four sevenths of kisumai was piled on a couch against a closet door.
“Is Taipi here? He was supposed to join J and I for dinner. I was in the area so I thought I would come pick him up.”
“Sorry, he is a bit busy, Nino-senpai.” Yokoo smiled widely, and Nino gazed at him for a moment, then around the room, taking an inventory of the room, before he glanced at the closet, raising an eyebrow.
Yokoo nodded and Nino’s head feel back in a laugh, his smile so wide that he flashed his gums at them.
“I have to hand it to you, Wataru-kun. Jun and I weren’t sure if you guys would ever man up and get the guts to fix this.”
“Huh?” Miyata asked, intelligently, and Nino just grinned.
“Office gossip. Tacchon commented to Aiba-shi that Kitayama-kun seemed out of it since he turned down a dinner invitation and wondered if we knew anything, since we had taken Taipi under our wing. Since J and I know first hand how things with Taipi are, we thought it was only a matter of time.”
Tamamori nodded when Nino paused, since it seemed like some answer was expected of them.
“Well, if it doesn’t go well, take good care of him, ok? And worse case scenario, he knows how to get ahold of J and I. He grinned, chuckling to himself as he walked away with a wave. “Later!” And then in a softer voice, “J will love this. Locking them in a closet. Brilliant really…” His voice faded as he want down the hallway and the others shifted, trying to hear any sounds from the closet.
But all they heard was silence, dead silence.
Hopefully the two frontmen hadn’t killed one another when they were talking to Ninomiya, since Tamamori as the only frontman was a horrific thought. Though SMYT2 was kind of like smite-2, or maybe they would go with MYNTS, which wouldn't be half bad, and they could probably even keep the Kiss Mint endorsement. MYNTS was a good name. MYNTS he could live with.
A continuation of this and this and this.
But this time, Watta and Tama decide to take action.
Characters: Kisumai featuring Tamamori and Yokoo, with a guest appearance from Ninomiya Kazunari
Rating: PG-13 for language?
Warnings: Angst, attempted humor
Summary: In which Yokoo and Tamamori get tired of things not happening. And so they clean up the mess. Literally.
The little things were what convinced them that this was serious. And as such, it was possible that Tamamori and Yokoo were even more irritated with the entire situation than Fujigaya was. While he had his senpai to distract him, they had to watch Kitayama mope, pretending to nap on the couch while pouting, and not eat. This was how they knew he was seriously upset.
But he wasn't doing anything about it.
And Yokoo had told him to fix it.
Tamamori had gotten involved, and everyone knew that no one in their right mind should count Tamamori as a love and relationship guru, but in this case he was right. And when Tamamori took it upon himself to intervene and fix things, and you didn't listen to him, he got slightly annoyed. Maybe slightly more than annoyed. Especially when one of the two people (and not the one that people might expect) was being an idiot.
And Yokoo knew that his best friend could be happy and wasn't, because of something easily fixable and wasn't being fixed then he got irritated. Especially since for once, he and Tamamori agreed, Fujigaya and his passion and enthusiasm and temper and caring wasn't the cause of things.
But enough was enough.
And by all appearance Fujigaya seemed fine with it. And he had Yokoo fooled for a while; even when the other had treated Fujigaya to a dinner out just to make sure that Fujigaya was ok. He wouldn't have known anything was wrong until Kawai came by one day irritated, and had stopped Yokoo, and wanting to know what the hell they had done to Taipi. Apparently he had been coming by and just watching A.B.C-Z practices, laughing and joking with them when appropriate, but he would stare off into space. ‘I knew something was up, when Hasshi was getting handsy and Taipi didn't respond at all. It was as if he didn't notice. Hasshi played it off, hugging Taipi until the other had just slumped against him, hugging the other tight despite the sweat from practice, and when Hasshi was throwing worried glances at me, I figured I would see what the hell you guys did to break him.’
Yokoo had commented, that ‘they had done nothing, it was KitaMitsu, and that nothing was the problem’, and Kawai had looked at him in confusion. “We are fixing it. Since it is getting ridiculous. He can’t be trusted on his own.” But then, could they trust him with Taipi?
And it was true. He and Tamamori had a plan. One that they had let Senga and Miyata in on. Nikaido would be upset that he wasn't told, but as he wasn't the best keeper of secrets it was best not to tell him, until it was in progress. Because while they loved him, he had a bit of a loud mouth sometimes, and his mocking of Kitayama’s less than smooth attempts at conversation weren’t helping.
And so, they put their plan into action.
To their credit their tried to be stealthy, they really did. But the third time that Tamamori glanced at Yokoo and Senga shifted forward on his chair had Nikaido demanding to know what the hell was going on. Thankfully Fujigaya was out of the room at the time, doing a solo shoot. And all Kitayama did was mumble from his curled up ball of misery on the couch to keep it down he was trying to sleep.
Senga managed to shush Nikaido, showing him down on the couch with a hand over his mouth, with a none to quiet “will you just hush” that Wataru was certain that the people in the next room over could hear. “Read the atmosphere.” Miyata mouthed at Nikaido, when he stopped struggling in Senga’s embrace, and Nikaido’s eyes widened as Yokoo got up, picked up all of their bags, and Fujigaya’s cell phone, and put them all in the storage closet in their room.
“It really is rather messy in here. Again.” His voice could only be classified as a stage whisper.
The thing is, they never really used that storage closet. As in they never used. Since the light didn't really work, and it had some random bits of costumes that didn't really belong to any of them, and some cleaning supplies. So it was odd that Yokoo decided to put ALL their things in it.
“There, that looks better.” Yokoo shut the door, smiling at the rest of the room at Nikaido watched with wide eyes.
“But isn’t that...” He trained off with an ooooffff as Senga elbowed him in the stomach.
“Wataru-san always takes good care of us.” Tamamori commented sagely, and Miyata’s grin almost split his face it was so wide.
“This place always looks to much better after Watta cleans it up. You take such good care of us.”
“He will kill you.” Nikaido hissed, and Wataru just chuckled, settling back down on the couch as Nikaido shoved Senga off of him and sat back up. He looked furiously between Wataru, Tamamori, Miyata and Senga, but all he could see was the four looking quite pleased with themselves.
Every once in a while they would glance at the door, and the couch that Kitayama was sleeping on, and Nikaido noticed with a frown, it was at a weird angle today. Almost angled towards the closet door.
They couldn't possible be planning what he was thinking they were planning, and he nudged Senga, his eyebrows up to his hairline, but it was Mitaya whose grin he caught, wide and infectious, and he could help but choke on a breath.
They were going to get killed. Absolutely and completely decimated.
And then Fujigaya walked back into the room with a yawn. He did not looked surprised that all of Kisumai was still waiting for him, though he was the last shoot of the day, something that in retrospect Nikaido might have found slightly odd, but if Senga and Yokoo weren’t leaving then neither was he.
And so when Fujigaya walked in, he looked around puzzled.
“What happened to the bags? And my phone?” His voice was calm, and Tamamori shrugged.
“Watta was cleaning. I think he put everything in the closet.”
“The closet?” Fijugaya looked at Wataru who nodded and shrugged.
“I wanted it out of the way, and we never use the closet, so why not?” He shifted. “The room was a mess, again.” Wataru fixed a glare on the others, and Nikaido found himself shrinking back, despite knowing on some level that this was an elaborate plan, Yokoo’s glare was still terrifying.
“Watta, you shouldn't always have to pick up after us.” Fujigaya shook his head and shuffled over to the closet. As soon as he pulled the door open the room seemed to erupt into life.
Senga and Miyata were beside Kitayama as soon as Fujigaya stepped through the door and into the closet.
By the time he pulled the string to turn on the light they had grabbed Kitayama by his feet, and under his arms.
He shouted, and tried to kick at them, but Senga had a iron grip on his feet and Mitaya was not letting go, despite the profanities spewing from Kitayama's mouth.
Fujigaya spun around his eyes wide at the sudden commotion and stumbled back as Kitayama was tossed onto and into him, sending them both stumbling back into the not so soft pile of bags, as the door slammed shut.
Tamamori and Wataru shoved the couch against the door, sitting back down on it, and Mitaya and Senga threw themselves down on the couch at the same instant Nikaido could see the door to the closet try and open, and a very loud,
“What the fuck do you think you are doing!” sounded from inside the closet.
Definitely Kitayama, his voice rough from sleep.
Surprisingly, Fujigaya wasn't saying anything.
“You were supposed to have fixed things, Kitamitsu.” Tamamori’s voice was exaggerated, as if he was talking to a child. “We gave you a chance to fix it on your own, but obviously that's impossible.”
“There is nothing to fix. He was clear enough. I appreciate the thought.” Fujigaya’s voice was softer than Kitayama’s though it was bitter, far too bitter and that hurt to hear. Fujigaya was not the better sort, not these days at least. Nikaido wondered if he was at the back of the closet, sitting down in resignation.
“Kitamitsu isn’t eating, Taisuke. You try and tell me that things are fine.” Yokoo added this time, and Nikaido could practically see Kitayama’s horror face, and the growl as he rattled at the door, demanding again to be let out.
“Its obvious he doesn't want to be in here with me. I get it. And I am over it. So please, just drop it.” He spoke loud enough to be heard over the noise that Kitayama was making, so they could all hear him.
Except from the tone in his voice, the strain, they all knew that it was not the case. Nikaido could see the sadness flicker across Senga’s face, the look he shared with Miyata at the way that Fujigaya could not quite keep up his tone, and it was at that moment that the door stopped rattling.
“We will let you out when we are certain that you have fixed it. And not before.” Tamamori shifted on the couch. “As the only frontman thinking clearly at the moment-“ He paused when both Fujigaya and Kitayama laughed sharply, but after screwing his face up in disgruntlement and taking a deep breath, smiling as Miyata shifted on the dogpile of people and smiled up at him, continued, “I am tired of watching the two of you continue on in misery. So fix it this time KitaMitsu. Since I am not going to be so nice next time.”
“Tama, it’s ok. Really.” Fujigaya tried to speak again, and Yokoo growled from where he was listening in on the conversation, but his expression shifted to a smile as a soft, “No, it really isn’t.” carried to his ears. He couldn't hear more than that, just the soft shuffling of material, and the sound of bags getting shuffled around.
Maybe, just maybe, this crazy plan might work.
It was at that moment that the door to their room opened, and Ninomiya strolled in. He didn't seem that disturbed by the fact that four sevenths of kisumai was piled on a couch against a closet door.
“Is Taipi here? He was supposed to join J and I for dinner. I was in the area so I thought I would come pick him up.”
“Sorry, he is a bit busy, Nino-senpai.” Yokoo smiled widely, and Nino gazed at him for a moment, then around the room, taking an inventory of the room, before he glanced at the closet, raising an eyebrow.
Yokoo nodded and Nino’s head feel back in a laugh, his smile so wide that he flashed his gums at them.
“I have to hand it to you, Wataru-kun. Jun and I weren’t sure if you guys would ever man up and get the guts to fix this.”
“Huh?” Miyata asked, intelligently, and Nino just grinned.
“Office gossip. Tacchon commented to Aiba-shi that Kitayama-kun seemed out of it since he turned down a dinner invitation and wondered if we knew anything, since we had taken Taipi under our wing. Since J and I know first hand how things with Taipi are, we thought it was only a matter of time.”
Tamamori nodded when Nino paused, since it seemed like some answer was expected of them.
“Well, if it doesn’t go well, take good care of him, ok? And worse case scenario, he knows how to get ahold of J and I. He grinned, chuckling to himself as he walked away with a wave. “Later!” And then in a softer voice, “J will love this. Locking them in a closet. Brilliant really…” His voice faded as he want down the hallway and the others shifted, trying to hear any sounds from the closet.
But all they heard was silence, dead silence.
Hopefully the two frontmen hadn’t killed one another when they were talking to Ninomiya, since Tamamori as the only frontman was a horrific thought. Though SMYT2 was kind of like smite-2, or maybe they would go with MYNTS, which wouldn't be half bad, and they could probably even keep the Kiss Mint endorsement. MYNTS was a good name. MYNTS he could live with.