NEWS VS KAT-TUN
Title: NEWS VS KAT-TUN
Starring: NEWS, KAT-TUN cameo's from Kanjani8 and HSJ
Rating: PG but subject to change as Jin, Ryo and Ueda have such a wonderful way with words XD
Summary: Shounnen club proudly presents its newest segment, in which two of the biggest idol groups of the country shall face each other in the biggest battle to see who shall reign supreme.
Author's Note: This is the first time I've ever written a multi-chaptered crack-fic. I'm not even really sure it's allowed, but I'm doing it anyway!
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, if I did this wouldn't be fiction. It would totally happen!
Previous Chapters
Prologue
Round one:Preparations
Round one: Cosplay
Round one: Cosplay part II
Round Two: Ueda Vs Koyama
Round Two: Ueda Vs Koyama part II
Round Three: Ryo Vs ???
Round Three: Lollipop
Round Four: Surprise
Round Four: Tag-team boxing
Round Four: Ready to rumble part I
Round Four: Ready to rumble part II
Round Five: Arts and crafts
Round Five: Arts and crafts Pt. II
Round six: Battle of wits
Threading it between his fingers, he squinted at the small kanji and read, “Murakami Shingo-san.”
Kamenashi blinked, well that’s a little random, he thought to himself, but steeled himself nonetheless. He wasn’t going down without a fight.
Blinking lightly, Kamenashi cocked his head to one side, with a rather pensive look on his face, while his lip curled back, and the overall look on his face clearly questioning Yamapi’s intelligence.
And without warning Kamenashi leaned forward and thwacked Yamapi on the head, “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, BAKA!”
Yamapi’s mouth dropped to form an ‘o’
No one had dared lay their hands on his head since he was a child.
“Creepy, it’s like Murakami’s actually here,” Ryo muttered, shuddering slightly.
Ryutaro let out a small giggle, laughing quietly to himself, while the audience squee’d lightly, as they did whenever Kamenashi did anything even remotely interesting.
Yabu remained neutral, as he in turn held the bag out to Kamenashi, who rather quickly pulled out a slip and read with only a hint of a smile, “Yaotome Hikaru”
Yamapi blinked, how the hell was he supposed to impersonate Yaotome? He knew very little about him, aside from what Shige and Koyama had been so kind as to share over the years.
Thinking back to when he’d actually had time to watch television, he distinctly had a memory of watching his Kouhai on television, promoting a single that he really didn’t remember. For a drama perhaps? ‘Hitomi no…something or other’ it was always hard to keep up with the group of 10.
Quickly turning to the audience, Yamapi took a deep breathe, before lightly throwing his arms out, and dancing. “Atsuku Venus! Moete Venus! La la la something VENUS!”
Yabu immediately fell into a peal of laughter, the rather bad imitation of Tackey and Tsubasa’s single being very similar to Hikaru’s awful attempt at it in early January. Even the failed lyrics were very reminiscent of his best friend.
The only bad thing being the neutral face Yamapi had on during the whole thing, unlike Hikaru, who many a times found himself with widened eyes and a happy smirk.
Turning to look at each other, Yabu and Ryutaro nodded together, and in unison stated the conclusion of the first round, “Kamenashi-kun!”
Yamapi drooped ever so slightly, he’d just put his best effort forward and had just failed. He wasn’t sure how he would pull through the round, to be quite honest he found his particular task rather tiresome, he never was one for impersonations. The round would have been better suited to Shige or maybe even Tegoshi, at least they didn’t have any qualms about failing.
He let out a sigh as he reached into the bag and pulled out another name, and had to hide his smirk.
“Sakurai Sho.”
There was a split second of hesitation etched on Kamenashi’s face, before he resolutely took a few steps away from the table, and without a word flew backward into a backflip and gracefully landed with a look of utter terror sketched on his face. “KOWAII! KOWAII! SCARY! SCARY!”
Yabu cracked up, he really couldn’t help it. After watching endless clips of the Arashi variety show, that Chinen always had playing in the dressing rooms, it was hard not to. He doubted anyone could really pull off actually performing a backflip only to cry out in terror in the end, besides one Sakurai Sho, but Kamenashi was quite the contender.
Ryutaro simply shook his head, although Yabu was easily pleased, he spent a bit more time than was necessary with Chinen and could already hear the annoying cry of ‘he didn’t do it right!!!’ that the small boy would whining about later on. Hopefully Yamashita-kun gave a better impersonation.
Kamenashi quickly pulled another shred of paper out of the bag. Glancing at it, he had to fight down a smirk. No way Yamapi would figure out how to do this one. “Nakayama Yuma.”
Yamapi blinked, wasn’t this Nakayama Yuma some unofficial member of JUMP at this point? That thought being besides the point, Yamapi gulped, lightly cocking his head to one side, his mind racing.
Flashlights.
The idea was rather odd, but he didn’t really have time to think about it any further, and went with it. “Ummm, can I have a flashlight?” he asked.
Yabu looked rather confused, “I don’t think you’re allowed to use props.”
“Here you go,” Ryutaro said, helpfully reaching over to hand a flashlight he’d somehow conjured out of thin air.
“Thank you,” Yamapi said, gingerly taking the flashlight, and simply stood grinning at it, before he carefully flipped the switch on and off.
He didn’t really know what else he could do, and attempted to look a bit happier as he played with it.
The look on Yabu’s face clearly stated it wasn’t enough.
“We’re doomed,” Ryo muttered, before turning to bury his head in the crook of Shige’s neck. Shige tried not shriek in surprise, and instead let out a squeak, as his hand sought out something to balance with, as Ryo had rather callously flung the entire weight of his head on him. His hand closed lightly on the back of Masuda’s sweater.
The pitying glance Masuda threw back at him, had Shige muttering, “yeah we are.”
Needless to say that the contest continued on, Kamenashi clearly in the lead after successfully managing to impersonate Taichi, Miyake, Matchy, Koichi, and even Nagase, until Yabu seemed close to tears.
Yamapi on the other hand seemed unable to even capture a bit of his senpai, failing rather horribly when given the task of impersonating Okada, Aiba, Chinen, Nakai and did perhaps the worst impersonation of Tackey.
He’d probably be hearing about it later too, thinking on how his phone was likely to be ringing back in the dressing room with a few unread messages from Tackey demanding the two spend quality time together since Yamapi had obviously forgotten all about him.
Plunging his hand into the dreaded bag again, Yamapi withdrew another small piece of paper and handed it off to Ryutaro, not bothering to look at it.
Ryutaro squinted at the small print before reading, “Masuda Takahisa.”
Kamenashi blinked, now that was an odd one to get, and rather hard considering he’d hardly uttered more than a customary hello to the younger man, but also because he was standing not even ten feet away with Shige’s left hand clasped onto his right arm.
Masuda stared at him curiously, wondering how Kamenashi planned to impersonate him.
He was astonished to hear him split into a rather low giggle, reminiscent of Winnie the pooh. “Hehehehe,” Kamenashi gurgled, a rather happy smile on his face.
Yamapi stared at him, nose crinkled in confusion, did he miss something?
Yabu seemed to share the sentiment and was sharing a rather quizzical look with Ryutaro.
Jin let out a small giggle, earning him a rather hard elbow to the side from Ueda. Pouting, he shuffled away from Ueda and took to standing beside Nakamaru.
“O..Okay, now Yamashita-kun,” Ryutaro said, handing the bag to Kamenashi.
Blindly dipping his hand in again, he pulled out another slip of paper and handed it off to Yabu.
“Akanishi Jin.”
Yamapi simply turned his gaze about the room, utterly unimpressed, mouth set back to bite his lower lip, hand falling to the waistband of his jeans as he stuck a hand into the belt loop, positioning himself to look at the audience, the oddest hint of sultriness playing in the depths in his eyes. He let his tongue slip out, lightly licking his lips.
The trademark look for any and all of Jin’s attempts for sexy, obviously it was working for the audience who were letting out squeals, and cries, clamoring for more. The usually loud and cheerful yells of “YAMAPI!” turning to sound a bit different as many in the audience seemed to have trouble keeping the thick huskiness out of their voices as they softly cried out “YamaPI!”
Jin grinned, only he could ever really make girls squeal like that, but he didn’t really mind sharing the spotlight with his best friend, at least for this instance.
Ryutaro’s jaw had dropped at around the time Yamapi had swung around to face the audience, and he had yet to regain composure. He of course knew that his senpai was a grown man, and that hidden beyond the sparkly costumes and even smile, there was likely a sultry man, but still seeing it put in action was a surprise. He hoped he’d have some kind of effect on women when he was Yamashita-san’s age.
“I’m guessing the winner this time is Yamashita-kun?” Yabu said sounding rather unsure.
Ruytaro nodded in agreement, still looking rather in awe.
“Yay, Yamashita-kun!” Koyama cheered happily, it was his first and probably only point. But still losing 7-1 was a lot better than losing 7-0, at least there was some pride in having earned at least one point.
“Is it odd, that I find his face really attractive?” Taguchi asked, cocking his head to one side.
Nakamaru didn’t have words to answer him, but nervously bit his bottom lips as he watched Ueda throw Taguchi a dirty look.
“Uepi’s prettier though,” Taguchi added, grinning hospitably.
Jin gave Nakamaru’s shoulder a squeeze, “don’t worry, not everyone can resist the charms of that pose.”
Nakamaru dearly wished he could hit his band mate in the head without getting reprimanded.
“And his infamous moobs don’t really detract much,” Jin added as an afterthought. “I actually think he looks pretty hot.”
Why was he cursed with having Jin glued to his side?
“Well that’s going to be the end,” Yabu said decisively.
“Yeah, we’ve got the tally of votes,” Ryutaro holding up a small chalkboard.
Yamapi’s name was written on the left and Kamenashi’s name was written on the right, with a number of tally marks scratched beneath their names.
A quick look-over made it easy to see who the winner was.
“Well it looks really close,” Yabu attempted, feebly.
Ryutaro blinked at the older boy, and Yabu looked away ashamedly. He knew the younger boy really didn’t stand for nonsense.
“So the winner is Kamenashi-kun,” Ryutaro said, not bothering to mince words.
The audience cheered loudly, while the members on stage looked rather unsurprised. Ryo seemed a bit surly, continually digging his head deeper into Shige’s shoulder, causing Shige to squirm uncomfortably and grasp at Masuda’s sleeve a bit more desperately.
Jin looked utterly pleased and seemed to want to dance a jig, had Koki not snuck up on him, given him a light swat and dirty look that had him behaving.
“Which means,” Yabu continued, as the curtains rose from behind them to reveal the large screen.
“That KAT-TUN has gained another point, leading them to a tie with NEWS,” Ryutaro finished.
“How interesting,” Yabu said, “after all those rounds it’s going to end with one last showdown.”
“That should be fun,” Ryutaro commented.
“So, next week will be the last competition,” Yabu told the audience, who cooed in sadness.
“I know, it’s been really fun playing with the senpai,” Yabu said nodding in understanding.
“But next week it’s over,” Ryutaro said.
“And that means that the last competition will be Masuda-kun and Nakamaru-kun,” Yabu explained.
“Since they’re the only ones that haven’t competed yet,” Ryutaro said.
“And because of that, there won’t be any drawing,” Yabu added.
“And there won’t be a drawing for their competition,” Ryutaro continued, “instead it’ll be a super, cool, awesome, secret surprise, with some very special MC’s.”
“ooooh sounds fun!” Taguchi said with a grin.
“It will be!” Yabu declared.
“But…uhm…don’t we get a single hint about what’s going to happen next week?” Nakamaru asked.
“Nope,” Yabu replied.
“But we need to prep them,” Tegoshi said.
“Then prep them,” Ryutaro said, “for whatever you want, since it will be a surprise.”
Nobody else seemed to have much else to say, or rather they did but the murderous looks they were getting from the P.A.’s and cameramen had them standing silently, and smiling complacently as Yabu called ABC-Z out to close up the show.
Herded backstage, the groups were rather silent, few knowing what to say.
Except that is for Jin. “We’re totally winning next week,” he declared.
Tegoshi pouted, “don’t count on it.”
“What d’you mean? Nakamaru’s going to blow Massu out of the water.”
Tegoshi rolled his eyes, “Please, Massu’s going to win and have Nakamaru and all the rest of you drowning in your own tears!”
“No way, Nakamaru’s the greatest bad-ass out there!” Jin declared.
“No! Massu is!” Tegoshi countered.
“Maybe on another planet!”
“As if, Nakamaru can’t compare to our Massu!”
“ALL RIGHT!” Kamenashi cried. “That’s enough!”
“But!” The two bickering boys began in unison.
“I don’t want to hear it!” Yamapi cut in.
“We’re separating, and that’s it,” Kamenashi said, languidly pulling Jin by the collar of his shirt and dragging him away.
Tegoshi stood, looking rather angry, and no amount of petting and crooning from Koyama was going to get rid of it.
“Massu, you’re definetly going to win.”
“I hope so,” Massu muttered.
“NO! You definetly will!” Tegoshi declared, before flouncing off to the dressing room, and pulling Koyama along with him, he rather did like having the older boy pet him.
“You’ll do fine,” Shige said, reassuringly.
Massu certainly hoped so.
* * *
“We shal PULVIRIZE them next week!” Jin cried.
“I shall pulverize you, if you don’t shut up,” Ueda replied, massaging his temples.
“Oh come on guys! It’s in the bag already, no way Massu’s going to beat Nakamaru!”
“You say that now, but when they decide to give them an eating contest, Massu will pull out his stomach and eat like there’s no tomorrow!” Koki said.
“But we already had an eating contest,” Jin reasoned.
“Whatever, the point is don’t underestimate Masuda, he’s got more brain and brawn then half of us put together,” Kamenashi said.
“Well I have faith in you, Nakamaru,” Taguchi said, sidling up to the older man.
“Umm…Thanks,” Nakamaru muttered, turning a pale pink, much to his bandmates amusement.
“Taguchi, let’s go get something to drink,” Ueda said, grabbing Taguchi by the hand and pulling him out of the room.
Nakamaru did not look happy.
Jin stared at Nakamaru, head cocked to the side, completely ignoring Koki and Kamenashi who were having a detailed discussion on what the next event could be.
Cogs slowly turning in his head, Jin slide up beside Nakamaru, “you know I bet Taguchi would be really impressed if you won next week.”
Nakamaru perked up, and Jin smirked to himself and decided he might call it a day.
Thinking up a good plan was hard work anyway, at least it was for Jin.
Besides, Jin had lots of planning to do.
* * *
A/N: Hey guys! Yes, I've finally finished it up, well the chapter at any rate. It took me a bit longer than I thought to finish, so here it is a few weeks later. I would have updated a day or so earlier, but a few family issues came up and I wasn't able to.
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Starring: NEWS, KAT-TUN cameo's from Kanjani8 and HSJ
Rating: PG but subject to change as Jin, Ryo and Ueda have such a wonderful way with words XD
Summary: Shounnen club proudly presents its newest segment, in which two of the biggest idol groups of the country shall face each other in the biggest battle to see who shall reign supreme.
Author's Note: This is the first time I've ever written a multi-chaptered crack-fic. I'm not even really sure it's allowed, but I'm doing it anyway!
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, if I did this wouldn't be fiction. It would totally happen!
Previous Chapters
Prologue
Round one:Preparations
Round one: Cosplay
Round one: Cosplay part II
Round Two: Ueda Vs Koyama
Round Two: Ueda Vs Koyama part II
Round Three: Ryo Vs ???
Round Three: Lollipop
Round Four: Surprise
Round Four: Tag-team boxing
Round Four: Ready to rumble part I
Round Four: Ready to rumble part II
Round Five: Arts and crafts
Round Five: Arts and crafts Pt. II
Round six: Battle of wits
Threading it between his fingers, he squinted at the small kanji and read, “Murakami Shingo-san.”
Kamenashi blinked, well that’s a little random, he thought to himself, but steeled himself nonetheless. He wasn’t going down without a fight.
Blinking lightly, Kamenashi cocked his head to one side, with a rather pensive look on his face, while his lip curled back, and the overall look on his face clearly questioning Yamapi’s intelligence.
And without warning Kamenashi leaned forward and thwacked Yamapi on the head, “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, BAKA!”
Yamapi’s mouth dropped to form an ‘o’
No one had dared lay their hands on his head since he was a child.
“Creepy, it’s like Murakami’s actually here,” Ryo muttered, shuddering slightly.
Ryutaro let out a small giggle, laughing quietly to himself, while the audience squee’d lightly, as they did whenever Kamenashi did anything even remotely interesting.
Yabu remained neutral, as he in turn held the bag out to Kamenashi, who rather quickly pulled out a slip and read with only a hint of a smile, “Yaotome Hikaru”
Yamapi blinked, how the hell was he supposed to impersonate Yaotome? He knew very little about him, aside from what Shige and Koyama had been so kind as to share over the years.
Thinking back to when he’d actually had time to watch television, he distinctly had a memory of watching his Kouhai on television, promoting a single that he really didn’t remember. For a drama perhaps? ‘Hitomi no…something or other’ it was always hard to keep up with the group of 10.
Quickly turning to the audience, Yamapi took a deep breathe, before lightly throwing his arms out, and dancing. “Atsuku Venus! Moete Venus! La la la something VENUS!”
Yabu immediately fell into a peal of laughter, the rather bad imitation of Tackey and Tsubasa’s single being very similar to Hikaru’s awful attempt at it in early January. Even the failed lyrics were very reminiscent of his best friend.
The only bad thing being the neutral face Yamapi had on during the whole thing, unlike Hikaru, who many a times found himself with widened eyes and a happy smirk.
Turning to look at each other, Yabu and Ryutaro nodded together, and in unison stated the conclusion of the first round, “Kamenashi-kun!”
Yamapi drooped ever so slightly, he’d just put his best effort forward and had just failed. He wasn’t sure how he would pull through the round, to be quite honest he found his particular task rather tiresome, he never was one for impersonations. The round would have been better suited to Shige or maybe even Tegoshi, at least they didn’t have any qualms about failing.
He let out a sigh as he reached into the bag and pulled out another name, and had to hide his smirk.
“Sakurai Sho.”
There was a split second of hesitation etched on Kamenashi’s face, before he resolutely took a few steps away from the table, and without a word flew backward into a backflip and gracefully landed with a look of utter terror sketched on his face. “KOWAII! KOWAII! SCARY! SCARY!”
Yabu cracked up, he really couldn’t help it. After watching endless clips of the Arashi variety show, that Chinen always had playing in the dressing rooms, it was hard not to. He doubted anyone could really pull off actually performing a backflip only to cry out in terror in the end, besides one Sakurai Sho, but Kamenashi was quite the contender.
Ryutaro simply shook his head, although Yabu was easily pleased, he spent a bit more time than was necessary with Chinen and could already hear the annoying cry of ‘he didn’t do it right!!!’ that the small boy would whining about later on. Hopefully Yamashita-kun gave a better impersonation.
Kamenashi quickly pulled another shred of paper out of the bag. Glancing at it, he had to fight down a smirk. No way Yamapi would figure out how to do this one. “Nakayama Yuma.”
Yamapi blinked, wasn’t this Nakayama Yuma some unofficial member of JUMP at this point? That thought being besides the point, Yamapi gulped, lightly cocking his head to one side, his mind racing.
Flashlights.
The idea was rather odd, but he didn’t really have time to think about it any further, and went with it. “Ummm, can I have a flashlight?” he asked.
Yabu looked rather confused, “I don’t think you’re allowed to use props.”
“Here you go,” Ryutaro said, helpfully reaching over to hand a flashlight he’d somehow conjured out of thin air.
“Thank you,” Yamapi said, gingerly taking the flashlight, and simply stood grinning at it, before he carefully flipped the switch on and off.
He didn’t really know what else he could do, and attempted to look a bit happier as he played with it.
The look on Yabu’s face clearly stated it wasn’t enough.
“We’re doomed,” Ryo muttered, before turning to bury his head in the crook of Shige’s neck. Shige tried not shriek in surprise, and instead let out a squeak, as his hand sought out something to balance with, as Ryo had rather callously flung the entire weight of his head on him. His hand closed lightly on the back of Masuda’s sweater.
The pitying glance Masuda threw back at him, had Shige muttering, “yeah we are.”
Needless to say that the contest continued on, Kamenashi clearly in the lead after successfully managing to impersonate Taichi, Miyake, Matchy, Koichi, and even Nagase, until Yabu seemed close to tears.
Yamapi on the other hand seemed unable to even capture a bit of his senpai, failing rather horribly when given the task of impersonating Okada, Aiba, Chinen, Nakai and did perhaps the worst impersonation of Tackey.
He’d probably be hearing about it later too, thinking on how his phone was likely to be ringing back in the dressing room with a few unread messages from Tackey demanding the two spend quality time together since Yamapi had obviously forgotten all about him.
Plunging his hand into the dreaded bag again, Yamapi withdrew another small piece of paper and handed it off to Ryutaro, not bothering to look at it.
Ryutaro squinted at the small print before reading, “Masuda Takahisa.”
Kamenashi blinked, now that was an odd one to get, and rather hard considering he’d hardly uttered more than a customary hello to the younger man, but also because he was standing not even ten feet away with Shige’s left hand clasped onto his right arm.
Masuda stared at him curiously, wondering how Kamenashi planned to impersonate him.
He was astonished to hear him split into a rather low giggle, reminiscent of Winnie the pooh. “Hehehehe,” Kamenashi gurgled, a rather happy smile on his face.
Yamapi stared at him, nose crinkled in confusion, did he miss something?
Yabu seemed to share the sentiment and was sharing a rather quizzical look with Ryutaro.
Jin let out a small giggle, earning him a rather hard elbow to the side from Ueda. Pouting, he shuffled away from Ueda and took to standing beside Nakamaru.
“O..Okay, now Yamashita-kun,” Ryutaro said, handing the bag to Kamenashi.
Blindly dipping his hand in again, he pulled out another slip of paper and handed it off to Yabu.
“Akanishi Jin.”
Yamapi simply turned his gaze about the room, utterly unimpressed, mouth set back to bite his lower lip, hand falling to the waistband of his jeans as he stuck a hand into the belt loop, positioning himself to look at the audience, the oddest hint of sultriness playing in the depths in his eyes. He let his tongue slip out, lightly licking his lips.
The trademark look for any and all of Jin’s attempts for sexy, obviously it was working for the audience who were letting out squeals, and cries, clamoring for more. The usually loud and cheerful yells of “YAMAPI!” turning to sound a bit different as many in the audience seemed to have trouble keeping the thick huskiness out of their voices as they softly cried out “YamaPI!”
Jin grinned, only he could ever really make girls squeal like that, but he didn’t really mind sharing the spotlight with his best friend, at least for this instance.
Ryutaro’s jaw had dropped at around the time Yamapi had swung around to face the audience, and he had yet to regain composure. He of course knew that his senpai was a grown man, and that hidden beyond the sparkly costumes and even smile, there was likely a sultry man, but still seeing it put in action was a surprise. He hoped he’d have some kind of effect on women when he was Yamashita-san’s age.
“I’m guessing the winner this time is Yamashita-kun?” Yabu said sounding rather unsure.
Ruytaro nodded in agreement, still looking rather in awe.
“Yay, Yamashita-kun!” Koyama cheered happily, it was his first and probably only point. But still losing 7-1 was a lot better than losing 7-0, at least there was some pride in having earned at least one point.
“Is it odd, that I find his face really attractive?” Taguchi asked, cocking his head to one side.
Nakamaru didn’t have words to answer him, but nervously bit his bottom lips as he watched Ueda throw Taguchi a dirty look.
“Uepi’s prettier though,” Taguchi added, grinning hospitably.
Jin gave Nakamaru’s shoulder a squeeze, “don’t worry, not everyone can resist the charms of that pose.”
Nakamaru dearly wished he could hit his band mate in the head without getting reprimanded.
“And his infamous moobs don’t really detract much,” Jin added as an afterthought. “I actually think he looks pretty hot.”
Why was he cursed with having Jin glued to his side?
“Well that’s going to be the end,” Yabu said decisively.
“Yeah, we’ve got the tally of votes,” Ryutaro holding up a small chalkboard.
Yamapi’s name was written on the left and Kamenashi’s name was written on the right, with a number of tally marks scratched beneath their names.
A quick look-over made it easy to see who the winner was.
“Well it looks really close,” Yabu attempted, feebly.
Ryutaro blinked at the older boy, and Yabu looked away ashamedly. He knew the younger boy really didn’t stand for nonsense.
“So the winner is Kamenashi-kun,” Ryutaro said, not bothering to mince words.
The audience cheered loudly, while the members on stage looked rather unsurprised. Ryo seemed a bit surly, continually digging his head deeper into Shige’s shoulder, causing Shige to squirm uncomfortably and grasp at Masuda’s sleeve a bit more desperately.
Jin looked utterly pleased and seemed to want to dance a jig, had Koki not snuck up on him, given him a light swat and dirty look that had him behaving.
“Which means,” Yabu continued, as the curtains rose from behind them to reveal the large screen.
“That KAT-TUN has gained another point, leading them to a tie with NEWS,” Ryutaro finished.
“How interesting,” Yabu said, “after all those rounds it’s going to end with one last showdown.”
“That should be fun,” Ryutaro commented.
“So, next week will be the last competition,” Yabu told the audience, who cooed in sadness.
“I know, it’s been really fun playing with the senpai,” Yabu said nodding in understanding.
“But next week it’s over,” Ryutaro said.
“And that means that the last competition will be Masuda-kun and Nakamaru-kun,” Yabu explained.
“Since they’re the only ones that haven’t competed yet,” Ryutaro said.
“And because of that, there won’t be any drawing,” Yabu added.
“And there won’t be a drawing for their competition,” Ryutaro continued, “instead it’ll be a super, cool, awesome, secret surprise, with some very special MC’s.”
“ooooh sounds fun!” Taguchi said with a grin.
“It will be!” Yabu declared.
“But…uhm…don’t we get a single hint about what’s going to happen next week?” Nakamaru asked.
“Nope,” Yabu replied.
“But we need to prep them,” Tegoshi said.
“Then prep them,” Ryutaro said, “for whatever you want, since it will be a surprise.”
Nobody else seemed to have much else to say, or rather they did but the murderous looks they were getting from the P.A.’s and cameramen had them standing silently, and smiling complacently as Yabu called ABC-Z out to close up the show.
Herded backstage, the groups were rather silent, few knowing what to say.
Except that is for Jin. “We’re totally winning next week,” he declared.
Tegoshi pouted, “don’t count on it.”
“What d’you mean? Nakamaru’s going to blow Massu out of the water.”
Tegoshi rolled his eyes, “Please, Massu’s going to win and have Nakamaru and all the rest of you drowning in your own tears!”
“No way, Nakamaru’s the greatest bad-ass out there!” Jin declared.
“No! Massu is!” Tegoshi countered.
“Maybe on another planet!”
“As if, Nakamaru can’t compare to our Massu!”
“ALL RIGHT!” Kamenashi cried. “That’s enough!”
“But!” The two bickering boys began in unison.
“I don’t want to hear it!” Yamapi cut in.
“We’re separating, and that’s it,” Kamenashi said, languidly pulling Jin by the collar of his shirt and dragging him away.
Tegoshi stood, looking rather angry, and no amount of petting and crooning from Koyama was going to get rid of it.
“Massu, you’re definetly going to win.”
“I hope so,” Massu muttered.
“NO! You definetly will!” Tegoshi declared, before flouncing off to the dressing room, and pulling Koyama along with him, he rather did like having the older boy pet him.
“You’ll do fine,” Shige said, reassuringly.
Massu certainly hoped so.
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“We shal PULVIRIZE them next week!” Jin cried.
“I shall pulverize you, if you don’t shut up,” Ueda replied, massaging his temples.
“Oh come on guys! It’s in the bag already, no way Massu’s going to beat Nakamaru!”
“You say that now, but when they decide to give them an eating contest, Massu will pull out his stomach and eat like there’s no tomorrow!” Koki said.
“But we already had an eating contest,” Jin reasoned.
“Whatever, the point is don’t underestimate Masuda, he’s got more brain and brawn then half of us put together,” Kamenashi said.
“Well I have faith in you, Nakamaru,” Taguchi said, sidling up to the older man.
“Umm…Thanks,” Nakamaru muttered, turning a pale pink, much to his bandmates amusement.
“Taguchi, let’s go get something to drink,” Ueda said, grabbing Taguchi by the hand and pulling him out of the room.
Nakamaru did not look happy.
Jin stared at Nakamaru, head cocked to the side, completely ignoring Koki and Kamenashi who were having a detailed discussion on what the next event could be.
Cogs slowly turning in his head, Jin slide up beside Nakamaru, “you know I bet Taguchi would be really impressed if you won next week.”
Nakamaru perked up, and Jin smirked to himself and decided he might call it a day.
Thinking up a good plan was hard work anyway, at least it was for Jin.
Besides, Jin had lots of planning to do.
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A/N: Hey guys! Yes, I've finally finished it up, well the chapter at any rate. It took me a bit longer than I thought to finish, so here it is a few weeks later. I would have updated a day or so earlier, but a few family issues came up and I wasn't able to.
At an rate I hope you guys liked the update!
One another note I wanted to make a small announcement to anyone interested. I'm sure everyone knows about the recent disaster in Japan, in response to it arashi_on has set up a fandom fundraiser, here. I've posted a thread offering fics for a small donation. So if anyone's interested please do comment on the thread, I'd be more than willing to write something for you all.
I'm a bit of a fail and didn't post it onto the comm yet, so I apologize in advance to those who watch the comm for the repost of this message.
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