Day 16 ~ Rock On PG
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Rock On
As soon as he opens the door, he thinks, Mukahi-san is here.
Then: Ryou will be just about ready to add cold-blooded murder to today's do-to list.
It puzzles him not to see an extra pair of shoes in the genkan, as well as the absence of either threats, yelling or complaining or both (Shishido is good at multitasking). The music is loud, very loud. It's a massive hit by a well-known boyband, he knows. It's got a catchy beat, if you want to call it that, as well as the usual tripe about love and emotion and whatnot. On top of that they are all very pretty boys, which will make it a recipe to be gobbled up by the girls, no matter that they can't really sing all that well. He's seen some of their clips, there's a lot of hip trusting, pouty lips and artfully tousled hair going on. And sparkles. Lots of sparkles.
So he takes off his shoes, draws a steading breath. Work has been difficult, made more complicated than it ever should be by his useless colleagues, so he went home early. He'd been hoping to get some… intimacy in before they started dinner, but instead he has to deal with Mukahi-san and his awful, awful taste in… just about everything, actually. But mainly music.
He drops his keys in the bowl and starts towards the kitchen, trying to plaster on a smile.
The chorus starts, sparkly cheerful and unoriginal.
Someone starts to sing along.
If it was a cartoon, Ohtori's jaw would be on the floor, or even crash through the wooden paneling and emerge on the other side of the world to knock someone over the head. His eyes might be spinning and steam sprouting from his ears.
There's just one person singing. Because there's only one in the house, besides him.
Shishido.
What. The. Hell.
Not usually his line, but what the hell times twice doesn't even sum it up.
He's heard Shishido singing, a handful of times. Under the shower sometimes, when he thinks Ohtori is a) not home or b) can't hear it. Ohtori sometimes even manages to manipulate him into it, playing a song on the piano that Shishido knows, rock guitar translated into the plink of ivory keys, and Shishido, thinking Ohtori to be too caught up in his playing, might sing along under his breath all sneaky-like.
But this isn't sneaky. It is full-throated and all out and Ohtori is starting to laugh, stifled.
Shishido has an amazing singing voice. He'd rather shoot himself in the foot than admit it, but he does, Ohtori loves to hear him sing, but this… It sounds way off, Shishido signing about… about…?
So, look only at the me right in front of you
Baby! Be My Baby! Yes, I'm crazy!
Crazy for you
He's got to see this.
As quiet as he can he sneaks towards the door of the kitchen. Peeks around the edge.
It's one thing to hear Shishido sing it. Another to see him sing it. And quite another experience all together to see him singing into his spoon-cum-microphone, completely… giving it his all. Hair wild, half air-guitaring and half karaokeing, wearing the apron Oshitari gave him that says 'Come to the Dark Side, we have cookies' (which Shishido pretends not to like, but kind of does).
Utterly and shamelessly… rocking out.
Completely rocking out.
Ohtori sneaks past the threshold, careful, but Shishido is so into it he probably wouldn't even notice if whatever he's preparing caught fire.
Baby! Be My Baby! Yes, I'm crazy!
Crazy for you
Ohtori pulls the cable. The music stops, abrupt, in the last swiiiziiing of the end.
There's a terrible, naked silence.
"Are you now?" Ohtori asks, managing to sound mildly curious instead of wanting to howl with the laughter he's attempting to keep back.
Shishido doesn't move.
Well, he drops his 'microphone'. It bounces of his bare foot and Ohtori can only be relieved he wasn't using a knife, or even a fork. But besides that, Shishido seems to have frozen solid.
Or he might just have died on the spot of shame. Ohtori asks if he has.
"I… might have," Shishido says. "I feel unwell. I might have to… go. Somewhere. The North pole should do it and-" he turns around, beet red "-if you ever, ever tell any living soul about this -especially Oshitari- but any living soul I will kill you. But especially not Oshitari. Or my brother. Or Atobe. ANYONE. If. If you do there will be lots of pain. And your body might never be found. Unless they go look for it in outer space. And then only the pieces that are left of it anddoImakemyselfclear?!"
"I don't know," Ohtori responds, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "What's in it for me besides not being eliminated?"
If possible Shishido goes even redder. If looks could kill, Ohtori would be going into cardiac arrest presently. Not that he's particularly worried.
"I don't suppose that you might consider putting on that other… uh, article of clothing Oshitari got you?" he asks.
Shishido's chin goes up.
"Okay."
Ohtori blinks.
"You get a head-start, Ohtori, cause I'm counting to five and then I'm coming after you with-" he looks around for a sharp, pointy object.
"Why not try your microphone -oops- I meant spoooAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
He might be throttled, but he's laughing too hard to care.