In it to Win it
Title: In it to Win it
Characters : NewS - Koyama, Shige, Tegoshi, Massu
Rating: PG (for sort of violent themes? But it isn't violent.)
Summary: Boys playing with toys.
Notes: Written for yey_yey for je_justfriends (which was a FANTASTIC exchange). Thanks to my beta, imifumei. Originally posted here.
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They crouched down behind a large rock, rifle-stocks resting back against their shoulders as they caught their breath. Well, Shige caught his breath.
“Did you see where they went?” Tegoshi asked Shige who nodded then jerked his head to the right.
“Toward the trees.”
“Ready?”
“Yeah,” Shige replied and rose up a bit, took a deep breath, and then shot out toward the next large rock.
“Shige!” Tegoshi yelled and leapt toward him, rolling him over and under so that the projectile missed them by mere inches. “You idiot,” he scolded as he half-dragged Shige behind a rock. “Look before you run out like that. Do you want to die?”
Shige shrugged himself out of Tegoshi’s grip and peered around the rock. “I’m not going to die, Tegoshi, jeez.”
Just then he jerked back, dropping his gun, and clutched his left bicep, red liquid squishing under his fingers, “Aaaaah!! Son of … that stings!”
Tegoshi clucked his tongue in irritation. “Shige,” he whined.
“Did I get you?” Koyama called out hopefully from his place behind a tree, fifty yards away.
“It’s just a scratch!” he hollered back, wiping the paint on his hand off on his jumpsuit. “Stop laughing,” he told Tegoshi irritably. “It hurts.”
---
Massu looked around at the forested area apprehensively, leaning instinctively toward Shige as they walked. “Doesn’t this feel like a horror movie? I feel like they’re going to hand us shovels and have us dig our own graves any minute.”
Shige snorted and Koyama gave Massu a strange look. “It’s broad daylight and we’re barely outside Tokyo. What are they going to do?” Shige asked.
Massu pouted. “I know they’re not going to, it just seems like it.” He paused a minute then, “Right, Tegoshi?”
“Absolutely!” Tegoshi said cheerfully and Massu smiled. He knew he could always count on Tegoshi.
Koyama and Shige just rolled their eyes.
They came to a stop in a clearing and talked amongst themselves as the crew set up cameras. Finally, the director waved his hand indicating they were about to start filming.
“Good morning!” he said happily.
“Good morning,” they replied in unison.
“Today you’re going to be paintballing!”
“Eh?” “Eh?” “What?” “Seriously?”
“What’s paintball got to do with running?” Shige asked skeptically.
“You’ve never played before, have you?” asked an assistant, laughing.
They briefly explained the rules and passed out black jumpsuits and safety glasses. “Koyama and Masuda will be on a team, and Tegoshi and Shige on the other. Obviously the first team to lose both members loses. Chest shots are an automatic out, if you’re shot in the arm or the leg, you can’t use that arm or leg, so on and so forth. Try not to hit each other in the head, please, but that’s obviously an out too.”
There were a few minutes for the boys to change and talk while the crew discussed filming strategies and got the wireless mics ready.
Koyama started laughing at Shige, pointing. “You look ridiculous.”
“You’re wearing the same thing. You look just as ridiculous.”
Koyama struck his “cool” pose and Massu started giggling. Tegoshi came jogging up just as the staff broke their meeting and called them back together to wire them up and get them ready.
“When the air-horn goes off, you have five minutes to scout the area. No firing. The second time it goes off the game has started. Are you ready?”
“Ready!” they shouted together, Koyama still giggling.
The horn sounded and the two teams ran off in different directions, Massu laughing his ridiculous laugh and bouncing rather than running and the cameramen jogging after them, camera equipment wreathed in plastic except the lenses.
Shige grinned and shook his head as he jogged after Tegoshi.
“Don’t shoot unless they’re within 60 yards. The gun won’t be accurate at all after that point.”
“How do you even know that?” Shige asked incredulously. “I know you’ve never played.”
“Unfamiliarity is no excuse for ignorance,” Tegoshi replied haughtily. “I borrowed your laptop while the staff were setting up and looked it up,” he finished with a grin.
“You…” but he couldn’t help being appreciative. “Sly. I’m glad you’re on my team. I don’t know why they put both the airheads on the same team.”
Tegoshi snorted with laughter and stopped them behind a large pile of rocks, handing him a sheet of paper with circles and blobby shapes and some x’s. “And this.”
Shige stared at it uncomprehendingly. “While I agree that abstract art is more obviously your thing, I don’t really think now is the time-“
“Shige. It’s a map.” He grabbed it and turned it clockwise. “And you’ve got it upside down. I stood up there,” he said, pointing to a ledge, “and got the general layout.”
“Oh. Yeah. A map…” He studied it curiously for a moment before Tegoshi snatched it back.
“Here,” he said, jabbing a finger at one blob, “is where we’ll start, then we’ll -“ he kept talking but Shige had stopped listening in favor of looking around for himself. He had no idea what Tegoshi was talking about anyway. His “map” was useless.
“Are you listening?”
“No,” Shige replied, grinning.
---
Koyama and Massu had jogged around in circles for the five minutes.
“Does any of your weird knowledge apply to this situation?” Koyama asked Massu dubiously.
“Nope!”
“I knew better than to get my hopes up,” he muttered.
“Don’t worry, Koyama. You just point and shoot,” he said with a brilliant smile from his place behind a tree.
Right, he thought as the horn sounded again.
The two teams carefully moved around searching for the others, running quickly from cover to cover until they caught sight of each other suddenly and Tegoshi fired off a shot and missed completely, tripping over a root just as he squeezed the trigger. Shige laughed at him, asking if he was okay and helping him up as Koyama and Massu took off like a shot.
They crouched down behind a large rock, rifle-stocks resting back against their shoulders as they caught their breath. Well, Shige caught his breath.
“Did you see where they went?” Tegoshi asked Shige, and he nodded then jerked his head to the right.
“Toward the trees.”
“Ready?”
“Yeah,” Shige replied and rose up a bit, took a deep breath, and then shot out toward the next large rock.
After Shige’s stunning show of aptitude and Koyama’s lucky shot, the first hit of the day went to Koyama and Massu.
“Don’t underestimate the airheads,” Tegoshi told Shige seriously as he watched Shige rub at his arm.
“Shut up.” He switched his gun to his right hand. “This is going to suck.”
“Yeah,” Tegoshi agreed. “Here’s the deal. We’re going to split up and come at them from either side. Make a lot of noise when you come around though so they focus on you, since you can’t really hit them anyway.”
“Hey!”
“Well, do you think you’ve got a better chance than I do?” he asked, looking down at Shige’s gun.
“Fine, fine.”
Koyama shifted uncomfortably behind his tree. “Where are they?” he asked.
“Mmmm… don’t know,” Massu replied.
Suddenly they heard a shout and turned to see Shige running across the clearing, left arm hanging uselessly at his side as he shot at them. They shifted to shield themselves and returned fire and suddenly Koyama screeched, “Ow! My arm! Behind us!” and they started zigzagging away from Tegoshi, stopping a hundred yards away.
Massu giggled uncontrollably. “The look on your face,” he told Koyama.
Koyama wrinkled his nose at Massu. “How come,” he asked, back to his rock, “I am with this guy?”
“Ehhh?” Massu tried to sound offended but he was laughing too hard.
“Idiot,” Koyama muttered affectionately, and rolled his eyes.
“Don’t complain,” Tegoshi said loudly. “I got Shige. At least Massu is physically apt.”
“Don’t think I didn’t hear you, Tegoshi,” Shige yelled. “I am not above friendly-fire!”
There was a moment of silence and then Tegoshi shouted “Again!” and Shige was confused for a moment but realized that Tegoshi wanted to use the same tactic again. He ran forward, dodging back and forth, trying not to trip and fired at the two men and they leaned around their respective covers and shot at him and then Massu hollered.
“Agh! Tegoshi! How could you?” he asked, trying to look over his shoulder at the paint splattered across his back before dropping dramatically to the ground.
Tegoshi laughed evilly. “It’s just you left, Koyama. Are you going to be okay?”
“Tegoshi is scary sometimes,” Koyama replied.
Tegoshi and Shige began moving across the space, closing in on him and Koyama started whining. “What do I do, what do I do? Massu whyyyyy, why did you leave me alone?” he called out tragically, but it was ruined because he was laughing too, high-pitched, as he looked uncertainly around him.
Tegoshi and Shige met up behind a pile of rocks not ten yards from Koyama.
“I’m sorry, Shige,” Tegoshi said, not looking sorry at all. “But you’re going in first.”
Shige grumbled but knew he couldn’t fight it. He mentally prepared himself for the sting and then ran out, yelling, and Koyama screamed and started running away, shooting behind him and he hit Shige in the chest and then the arm. Shige grunted, falling, but Tegoshi was right behind him, using his body as a shield as he took careful aim and fired, hitting Koyama in the back.
Koyama shouted as he fell down, laughing as he went. “That really does hurt,” he said through his laughter.
Tegoshi cheered, throwing his arms up and dancing toward Koyama and Shige shot him in the back. Just because.
---
“You didn’t have to shoot me in the back,” Tegoshi told Shige reproachfully over ramen.
Koyama and Massu laughed.
“But it was awesome. You should have seen Shige’s face,” Massu said. “And yours, for that matter.”
Tegoshi glared at him.
Shige rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay for your dinner.”
Tegoshi smiled winningly and Shige muttered to Koyama under his breath, “One of us was going to have to anyway.”
Koyama hid his snicker with a bite of food. Secretly, he thought, he had wanted to do it himself. When he glanced over to see a playful look on Massu’s face, he thought he might not be the only one. Ah well. Maybe next time. He had tentative plans for his next special corner and Koyama knew a revenge with Tegoshi’s name on it.
*Omake*
"So you know how at the end of a race or event, people will throw flowers, or cards or things?" Koyama asked, and Tegoshi, Shige, and Massu all nodded, cameras trained on their faces. "We're going to see what feels the best to have thrown at us when we cross the finish line."
TegoShigeMasu exchanged looks.
Shige lined up, crouching into position and he took off at the gun's crack. When he crossed the finish line just a few moments later, Koyama threw a barrage of water balloons at him. Everyone laughed as Shige shrieked at the cold water.
"Koyama!!!"
"Just think, Shige," he told his friend, giggling, as Shige toweled himself off and glared. "No really, think about how hot you would be if you'd just finished actually running. Wouldn't it feel good?" He blinked innocently at him.
"I don't think so."
Koyama frowned delicately. "No? Hmm…"
Massu laughed behind his hand. He wasn't laughing as he stepped up to the starting line, though, remembering with a shiver the "eel batons" Koyama had chased him with. He eyed the tall man warily as he dropped into position. He freaked out a few moments later when he crossed the line and something white came flying toward him, but it was only a towel, and he grinned sheepishly at everyone and picked it off the ground, twisting it in his hands.
There were streamers (which made Tegoshi giggle and say confidently, "They're good, right? Nice."), rice ("I feel like a bride," Shige said and scowled.), and balls of felted yarn, tendrils spinning off as they flew through the air ("Koyama thinks I'm a cat. Koyama is a cat," Massu said and dangled a strand in front of Koyama's nose and doubled over with laughter when Koyama leaned back in surprise and swatted at it.)
When it was Tegoshi's second turn, Koyama turned to the side, taking something from one of the staff and stayed turned, waiting. The gun went off, Tegoshi ran, and when he crossed the finish line, Koyama was waiting with an evil grin and a banana cream pie.
When they played it back after, in slow motion, of course, Shige, Massu, and Koyama all laughed riotously at Tegoshi's eyes widening comically and his body trying, and failing, to come to a screeching halt to avoid the pie Koyama was aiming at his face.
Shige, Massu, and Tegoshi (with a few fluffs of cream still in his hair) dutifully told the camera that the best feeling was having flowers thrown and Koyama said, "That's correct." But everyone, excluding Tegoshi, thought that, in this situation, it was definitely the pie. Tegoshi thought someone was going to find a fish in their bag. And it wasn't going to be pretty. That smell was hard to get out.
Characters : NewS - Koyama, Shige, Tegoshi, Massu
Rating: PG (for sort of violent themes? But it isn't violent.)
Summary: Boys playing with toys.
Notes: Written for yey_yey for je_justfriends (which was a FANTASTIC exchange). Thanks to my beta, imifumei. Originally posted here.
---
They crouched down behind a large rock, rifle-stocks resting back against their shoulders as they caught their breath. Well, Shige caught his breath.
“Did you see where they went?” Tegoshi asked Shige who nodded then jerked his head to the right.
“Toward the trees.”
“Ready?”
“Yeah,” Shige replied and rose up a bit, took a deep breath, and then shot out toward the next large rock.
“Shige!” Tegoshi yelled and leapt toward him, rolling him over and under so that the projectile missed them by mere inches. “You idiot,” he scolded as he half-dragged Shige behind a rock. “Look before you run out like that. Do you want to die?”
Shige shrugged himself out of Tegoshi’s grip and peered around the rock. “I’m not going to die, Tegoshi, jeez.”
Just then he jerked back, dropping his gun, and clutched his left bicep, red liquid squishing under his fingers, “Aaaaah!! Son of … that stings!”
Tegoshi clucked his tongue in irritation. “Shige,” he whined.
“Did I get you?” Koyama called out hopefully from his place behind a tree, fifty yards away.
“It’s just a scratch!” he hollered back, wiping the paint on his hand off on his jumpsuit. “Stop laughing,” he told Tegoshi irritably. “It hurts.”
---
Massu looked around at the forested area apprehensively, leaning instinctively toward Shige as they walked. “Doesn’t this feel like a horror movie? I feel like they’re going to hand us shovels and have us dig our own graves any minute.”
Shige snorted and Koyama gave Massu a strange look. “It’s broad daylight and we’re barely outside Tokyo. What are they going to do?” Shige asked.
Massu pouted. “I know they’re not going to, it just seems like it.” He paused a minute then, “Right, Tegoshi?”
“Absolutely!” Tegoshi said cheerfully and Massu smiled. He knew he could always count on Tegoshi.
Koyama and Shige just rolled their eyes.
They came to a stop in a clearing and talked amongst themselves as the crew set up cameras. Finally, the director waved his hand indicating they were about to start filming.
“Good morning!” he said happily.
“Good morning,” they replied in unison.
“Today you’re going to be paintballing!”
“Eh?” “Eh?” “What?” “Seriously?”
“What’s paintball got to do with running?” Shige asked skeptically.
“You’ve never played before, have you?” asked an assistant, laughing.
They briefly explained the rules and passed out black jumpsuits and safety glasses. “Koyama and Masuda will be on a team, and Tegoshi and Shige on the other. Obviously the first team to lose both members loses. Chest shots are an automatic out, if you’re shot in the arm or the leg, you can’t use that arm or leg, so on and so forth. Try not to hit each other in the head, please, but that’s obviously an out too.”
There were a few minutes for the boys to change and talk while the crew discussed filming strategies and got the wireless mics ready.
Koyama started laughing at Shige, pointing. “You look ridiculous.”
“You’re wearing the same thing. You look just as ridiculous.”
Koyama struck his “cool” pose and Massu started giggling. Tegoshi came jogging up just as the staff broke their meeting and called them back together to wire them up and get them ready.
“When the air-horn goes off, you have five minutes to scout the area. No firing. The second time it goes off the game has started. Are you ready?”
“Ready!” they shouted together, Koyama still giggling.
The horn sounded and the two teams ran off in different directions, Massu laughing his ridiculous laugh and bouncing rather than running and the cameramen jogging after them, camera equipment wreathed in plastic except the lenses.
Shige grinned and shook his head as he jogged after Tegoshi.
“Don’t shoot unless they’re within 60 yards. The gun won’t be accurate at all after that point.”
“How do you even know that?” Shige asked incredulously. “I know you’ve never played.”
“Unfamiliarity is no excuse for ignorance,” Tegoshi replied haughtily. “I borrowed your laptop while the staff were setting up and looked it up,” he finished with a grin.
“You…” but he couldn’t help being appreciative. “Sly. I’m glad you’re on my team. I don’t know why they put both the airheads on the same team.”
Tegoshi snorted with laughter and stopped them behind a large pile of rocks, handing him a sheet of paper with circles and blobby shapes and some x’s. “And this.”
Shige stared at it uncomprehendingly. “While I agree that abstract art is more obviously your thing, I don’t really think now is the time-“
“Shige. It’s a map.” He grabbed it and turned it clockwise. “And you’ve got it upside down. I stood up there,” he said, pointing to a ledge, “and got the general layout.”
“Oh. Yeah. A map…” He studied it curiously for a moment before Tegoshi snatched it back.
“Here,” he said, jabbing a finger at one blob, “is where we’ll start, then we’ll -“ he kept talking but Shige had stopped listening in favor of looking around for himself. He had no idea what Tegoshi was talking about anyway. His “map” was useless.
“Are you listening?”
“No,” Shige replied, grinning.
---
Koyama and Massu had jogged around in circles for the five minutes.
“Does any of your weird knowledge apply to this situation?” Koyama asked Massu dubiously.
“Nope!”
“I knew better than to get my hopes up,” he muttered.
“Don’t worry, Koyama. You just point and shoot,” he said with a brilliant smile from his place behind a tree.
Right, he thought as the horn sounded again.
The two teams carefully moved around searching for the others, running quickly from cover to cover until they caught sight of each other suddenly and Tegoshi fired off a shot and missed completely, tripping over a root just as he squeezed the trigger. Shige laughed at him, asking if he was okay and helping him up as Koyama and Massu took off like a shot.
They crouched down behind a large rock, rifle-stocks resting back against their shoulders as they caught their breath. Well, Shige caught his breath.
“Did you see where they went?” Tegoshi asked Shige, and he nodded then jerked his head to the right.
“Toward the trees.”
“Ready?”
“Yeah,” Shige replied and rose up a bit, took a deep breath, and then shot out toward the next large rock.
After Shige’s stunning show of aptitude and Koyama’s lucky shot, the first hit of the day went to Koyama and Massu.
“Don’t underestimate the airheads,” Tegoshi told Shige seriously as he watched Shige rub at his arm.
“Shut up.” He switched his gun to his right hand. “This is going to suck.”
“Yeah,” Tegoshi agreed. “Here’s the deal. We’re going to split up and come at them from either side. Make a lot of noise when you come around though so they focus on you, since you can’t really hit them anyway.”
“Hey!”
“Well, do you think you’ve got a better chance than I do?” he asked, looking down at Shige’s gun.
“Fine, fine.”
Koyama shifted uncomfortably behind his tree. “Where are they?” he asked.
“Mmmm… don’t know,” Massu replied.
Suddenly they heard a shout and turned to see Shige running across the clearing, left arm hanging uselessly at his side as he shot at them. They shifted to shield themselves and returned fire and suddenly Koyama screeched, “Ow! My arm! Behind us!” and they started zigzagging away from Tegoshi, stopping a hundred yards away.
Massu giggled uncontrollably. “The look on your face,” he told Koyama.
Koyama wrinkled his nose at Massu. “How come,” he asked, back to his rock, “I am with this guy?”
“Ehhh?” Massu tried to sound offended but he was laughing too hard.
“Idiot,” Koyama muttered affectionately, and rolled his eyes.
“Don’t complain,” Tegoshi said loudly. “I got Shige. At least Massu is physically apt.”
“Don’t think I didn’t hear you, Tegoshi,” Shige yelled. “I am not above friendly-fire!”
There was a moment of silence and then Tegoshi shouted “Again!” and Shige was confused for a moment but realized that Tegoshi wanted to use the same tactic again. He ran forward, dodging back and forth, trying not to trip and fired at the two men and they leaned around their respective covers and shot at him and then Massu hollered.
“Agh! Tegoshi! How could you?” he asked, trying to look over his shoulder at the paint splattered across his back before dropping dramatically to the ground.
Tegoshi laughed evilly. “It’s just you left, Koyama. Are you going to be okay?”
“Tegoshi is scary sometimes,” Koyama replied.
Tegoshi and Shige began moving across the space, closing in on him and Koyama started whining. “What do I do, what do I do? Massu whyyyyy, why did you leave me alone?” he called out tragically, but it was ruined because he was laughing too, high-pitched, as he looked uncertainly around him.
Tegoshi and Shige met up behind a pile of rocks not ten yards from Koyama.
“I’m sorry, Shige,” Tegoshi said, not looking sorry at all. “But you’re going in first.”
Shige grumbled but knew he couldn’t fight it. He mentally prepared himself for the sting and then ran out, yelling, and Koyama screamed and started running away, shooting behind him and he hit Shige in the chest and then the arm. Shige grunted, falling, but Tegoshi was right behind him, using his body as a shield as he took careful aim and fired, hitting Koyama in the back.
Koyama shouted as he fell down, laughing as he went. “That really does hurt,” he said through his laughter.
Tegoshi cheered, throwing his arms up and dancing toward Koyama and Shige shot him in the back. Just because.
---
“You didn’t have to shoot me in the back,” Tegoshi told Shige reproachfully over ramen.
Koyama and Massu laughed.
“But it was awesome. You should have seen Shige’s face,” Massu said. “And yours, for that matter.”
Tegoshi glared at him.
Shige rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay for your dinner.”
Tegoshi smiled winningly and Shige muttered to Koyama under his breath, “One of us was going to have to anyway.”
Koyama hid his snicker with a bite of food. Secretly, he thought, he had wanted to do it himself. When he glanced over to see a playful look on Massu’s face, he thought he might not be the only one. Ah well. Maybe next time. He had tentative plans for his next special corner and Koyama knew a revenge with Tegoshi’s name on it.
*Omake*
"So you know how at the end of a race or event, people will throw flowers, or cards or things?" Koyama asked, and Tegoshi, Shige, and Massu all nodded, cameras trained on their faces. "We're going to see what feels the best to have thrown at us when we cross the finish line."
TegoShigeMasu exchanged looks.
Shige lined up, crouching into position and he took off at the gun's crack. When he crossed the finish line just a few moments later, Koyama threw a barrage of water balloons at him. Everyone laughed as Shige shrieked at the cold water.
"Koyama!!!"
"Just think, Shige," he told his friend, giggling, as Shige toweled himself off and glared. "No really, think about how hot you would be if you'd just finished actually running. Wouldn't it feel good?" He blinked innocently at him.
"I don't think so."
Koyama frowned delicately. "No? Hmm…"
Massu laughed behind his hand. He wasn't laughing as he stepped up to the starting line, though, remembering with a shiver the "eel batons" Koyama had chased him with. He eyed the tall man warily as he dropped into position. He freaked out a few moments later when he crossed the line and something white came flying toward him, but it was only a towel, and he grinned sheepishly at everyone and picked it off the ground, twisting it in his hands.
There were streamers (which made Tegoshi giggle and say confidently, "They're good, right? Nice."), rice ("I feel like a bride," Shige said and scowled.), and balls of felted yarn, tendrils spinning off as they flew through the air ("Koyama thinks I'm a cat. Koyama is a cat," Massu said and dangled a strand in front of Koyama's nose and doubled over with laughter when Koyama leaned back in surprise and swatted at it.)
When it was Tegoshi's second turn, Koyama turned to the side, taking something from one of the staff and stayed turned, waiting. The gun went off, Tegoshi ran, and when he crossed the finish line, Koyama was waiting with an evil grin and a banana cream pie.
When they played it back after, in slow motion, of course, Shige, Massu, and Koyama all laughed riotously at Tegoshi's eyes widening comically and his body trying, and failing, to come to a screeching halt to avoid the pie Koyama was aiming at his face.
Shige, Massu, and Tegoshi (with a few fluffs of cream still in his hair) dutifully told the camera that the best feeling was having flowers thrown and Koyama said, "That's correct." But everyone, excluding Tegoshi, thought that, in this situation, it was definitely the pie. Tegoshi thought someone was going to find a fish in their bag. And it wasn't going to be pretty. That smell was hard to get out.