Birthday Fic for Fencer_x!
We'll just ignore that this is a couple of days late, shall we?
In honour of fencer_x's recent birthday, KY prompted me to I wrote a fic featuring one of her favourite actors. Court, just for you, I've written a Gaku-centric gagfic ^__^ Please enjoy this astounding exhibition of my literary skills ;)
Title: Oblivious (Or How Stupidity Protects People From Inconvenient Truths)
Rating: PG because Gakuhate is for everyone
Summary: ... goodness knows. It's short, features Gaku and is supposed to be funny.
Author's Notes: Most of the details are probably wrong because I couldn't be bothered to check
Gaku checked his “To Do” list and gave it a satisfied smile. Number one - check email - had been easily accomplished and had led into number two - update blog. Item number Two A was now occupying his mind because he’d snapped a couple of pictures on his phone at the end of rehearsals and he couldn’t just post all of them.
Scratching the back of his neck in an absentminded fashion, Gaku tried to decide which of the two pictures he’d managed to narrow it down to counted as the dorkiest. In one he was pulling a stupid yet amusing face and in the other his mouth was obscured by his face mask. He chose the first one, it helped that that was the picture featuring Tsuchiya, Eiji and Osamu-chan; the second one only had Osamu-chan in it and his monthly quota of “me and Osamu-chan and no one else” pictures had been filled two days ago.
He added the chosen photo, congratulating himself on a job well done and trying not to remember the whine of Tsuchiya’s voice when he’d pulled out his phone.
'What... again?'
No one could drag a single word out to such extraordinary proportions like Tsuchiya could; Gaku had been practicing and it just made him sound like a duck.
The pictures had been taken however, a whole string of them because of course he wasn’t the only one with a camera phone. Eiki was kind of snap happy at the moment, taking a number of pictures of them all in a group and then a succession of the back of Moriyama’s head while the guy was on the phone to Sano-san. Even more pictures had been taken at the place where they’d eaten dinner, Moriyama proclaiming himself a cuisine expert and taking charge while Tsuchiya laughed his way through the whole process with half an expectant eye on his own phone. The cross-table games of Jan Ken Pon had kept them all amused for a while and Gaku was looking forward to dropping that tidbit into the waiting minds of the anxious fans who read his blog.
With that in mind he began typing, poking away at the keyboard as he wrote, edited and re-edited his post. It was all very well people talking about the freedom of the internet, Gaku thought as he deleted a line, but those people had never had to deal with a sleep deprived Tsuchiya Yuuichi barreling into them first thing in the morning because they’d dared post a picture of him and his “best friend” sharing a private conversation. Nagayama had been a little nicer about it, but even he had said that it couldn’t happen again because some fans were more observant than he, Gaku, gave them credit for.
Personally Gaku thought they were making a fuss about nothing, it was just one photo, what was significant about one photo? But when he’d said as much to Tsuchiya, he’d been given a smack on the arm that had hurt more than Tsuchiya had intended before being told that he wouldn’t understand what some girls could be like.
Again, Gaku thought they were being stupid because the fans would have to be blind, deaf and dumb (and probably not Burimyu fans at all) to fail to notice that Tsuchiya and Nagayama were friends. He’d tried suggesting to Nagayama that maybe he could persuade Tsuchiya to stop taking things so seriously but the next thing he’d known was happening, he was being swung around by his wrists and ankles; something which had caused Gaku to reflect that Nagayama certainly had bad timing when it came to playing games.
But that was all irrelevant. Today’s rehearsals had been good; everyone had said so with greater frequency as the alcohol had flowed over dinner. Okay, not literally over their dinner, but the group had between them polished off a couple of bottles of wine and Gaku was enjoying the slightly fuzzy after effects. Today had been first act group numbers and a chance for himself and his fellow Shinigami to improvise some ideas for the scene where they had to chase Tatsuya. Tatsuya’s reactions to some of the stuff they’d come up with (especially the things that were too lewd for them to be allowed to repeat on stage) had been priceless, almost as good as the laugh Gaku had earned from Tsuchiya for something he’d said that had been so funny he now couldn’t remember what it was. But then that was Tsuchiya all over, always finding weird things funny and demonstrating it through overly loud laughter and extreme physical affection.
Gaku winced as his back came into contact with his desk chair; he just wished Tsuchiya wasn’t quite so fond of the rough physical side of friendship round him. It wasn’t that Gaku was delicate or anything, but seriously, he had bruises from that guy. And Eiki. And Ohkuchi. And Nagayama. And quite a few other members of the cast now that he came to think about it.
Clicking on the relevant link and looking with satisfaction at his updated blog, Gaku laughed as he told himself that it was just as well he understood these guys because to anyone else it might look like they didn’t like him!
End
And I obviously can't write anything without dropping TxN and MoriDaiki in there somewhere... so Happy Birthday Courtney! ^__^;
In honour of fencer_x's recent birthday, KY prompted me to I wrote a fic featuring one of her favourite actors. Court, just for you, I've written a Gaku-centric gagfic ^__^ Please enjoy this astounding exhibition of my literary skills ;)
Title: Oblivious (Or How Stupidity Protects People From Inconvenient Truths)
Rating: PG because Gakuhate is for everyone
Summary: ... goodness knows. It's short, features Gaku and is supposed to be funny.
Author's Notes: Most of the details are probably wrong because I couldn't be bothered to check
Gaku checked his “To Do” list and gave it a satisfied smile. Number one - check email - had been easily accomplished and had led into number two - update blog. Item number Two A was now occupying his mind because he’d snapped a couple of pictures on his phone at the end of rehearsals and he couldn’t just post all of them.
Scratching the back of his neck in an absentminded fashion, Gaku tried to decide which of the two pictures he’d managed to narrow it down to counted as the dorkiest. In one he was pulling a stupid yet amusing face and in the other his mouth was obscured by his face mask. He chose the first one, it helped that that was the picture featuring Tsuchiya, Eiji and Osamu-chan; the second one only had Osamu-chan in it and his monthly quota of “me and Osamu-chan and no one else” pictures had been filled two days ago.
He added the chosen photo, congratulating himself on a job well done and trying not to remember the whine of Tsuchiya’s voice when he’d pulled out his phone.
'What... again?'
No one could drag a single word out to such extraordinary proportions like Tsuchiya could; Gaku had been practicing and it just made him sound like a duck.
The pictures had been taken however, a whole string of them because of course he wasn’t the only one with a camera phone. Eiki was kind of snap happy at the moment, taking a number of pictures of them all in a group and then a succession of the back of Moriyama’s head while the guy was on the phone to Sano-san. Even more pictures had been taken at the place where they’d eaten dinner, Moriyama proclaiming himself a cuisine expert and taking charge while Tsuchiya laughed his way through the whole process with half an expectant eye on his own phone. The cross-table games of Jan Ken Pon had kept them all amused for a while and Gaku was looking forward to dropping that tidbit into the waiting minds of the anxious fans who read his blog.
With that in mind he began typing, poking away at the keyboard as he wrote, edited and re-edited his post. It was all very well people talking about the freedom of the internet, Gaku thought as he deleted a line, but those people had never had to deal with a sleep deprived Tsuchiya Yuuichi barreling into them first thing in the morning because they’d dared post a picture of him and his “best friend” sharing a private conversation. Nagayama had been a little nicer about it, but even he had said that it couldn’t happen again because some fans were more observant than he, Gaku, gave them credit for.
Personally Gaku thought they were making a fuss about nothing, it was just one photo, what was significant about one photo? But when he’d said as much to Tsuchiya, he’d been given a smack on the arm that had hurt more than Tsuchiya had intended before being told that he wouldn’t understand what some girls could be like.
Again, Gaku thought they were being stupid because the fans would have to be blind, deaf and dumb (and probably not Burimyu fans at all) to fail to notice that Tsuchiya and Nagayama were friends. He’d tried suggesting to Nagayama that maybe he could persuade Tsuchiya to stop taking things so seriously but the next thing he’d known was happening, he was being swung around by his wrists and ankles; something which had caused Gaku to reflect that Nagayama certainly had bad timing when it came to playing games.
But that was all irrelevant. Today’s rehearsals had been good; everyone had said so with greater frequency as the alcohol had flowed over dinner. Okay, not literally over their dinner, but the group had between them polished off a couple of bottles of wine and Gaku was enjoying the slightly fuzzy after effects. Today had been first act group numbers and a chance for himself and his fellow Shinigami to improvise some ideas for the scene where they had to chase Tatsuya. Tatsuya’s reactions to some of the stuff they’d come up with (especially the things that were too lewd for them to be allowed to repeat on stage) had been priceless, almost as good as the laugh Gaku had earned from Tsuchiya for something he’d said that had been so funny he now couldn’t remember what it was. But then that was Tsuchiya all over, always finding weird things funny and demonstrating it through overly loud laughter and extreme physical affection.
Gaku winced as his back came into contact with his desk chair; he just wished Tsuchiya wasn’t quite so fond of the rough physical side of friendship round him. It wasn’t that Gaku was delicate or anything, but seriously, he had bruises from that guy. And Eiki. And Ohkuchi. And Nagayama. And quite a few other members of the cast now that he came to think about it.
Clicking on the relevant link and looking with satisfaction at his updated blog, Gaku laughed as he told himself that it was just as well he understood these guys because to anyone else it might look like they didn’t like him!
End
And I obviously can't write anything without dropping TxN and MoriDaiki in there somewhere... so Happy Birthday Courtney! ^__^;