drabble dump 01
was sitting on these for a while cause i didn't want this to be the first post.
...i write too much. :/
doctor, doctor, there is something wrong (with you)
yamapi, koyama, news, kat-tun. 308 words.
--for the KOYAMAPI-THON run by nihongofrancais. prompt #9: DR YAMAPI AND NURSE KOYAMA
"It's time for your physical!" Yamapi shouts cheerfully, popping out of nowhere in the dressing room. He is dressed up in doctor wear, white coat and stethoscope and all; his hair is also impossibly curly and impossibly terrible looking.
Shige furrows his eyebrows, before backtracking to make sure they're in the right room. "What the hell, did we walk onto the fujitv set again?"
Koyama clucks his tongue, "No silly! You're in the right room."
"Then what--" Shige's retort dies on his lips when he notices that Koyama is decked out in a nurse's outfit. A pink nurse's outfit. He also has a clipboard in hand--and a pink heart clip in his hair, keeping the hat pinned to his head.
"--the fuck are you wearing Koyama?" Ryo finishes, eying Koyama's outfit warily.
"It's physical time!" Yamapi crows again, slipping on a pair of rubber gloves.
"Now strip," Koyama says, and moves to take off Shige's shirt, who protests indignantly despite Koyama's cries of, "But you had no problems doing it in on broadcasted television?!"
Tegoshi starts unbuttoning his own shirt, before Massu stops him, shaking his head 'no' seriously. Ryo slaps Pi's own hands away from his pants.
"What the hell is wrong with you two?" He growls, stepping in front of Tegoshi and Massu. Koyama, meanwhile, has gotten to Shige's undershirt before stopping. "We're doing a doctor skit today!" he says cheerfully. Shige takes the moment of distraction to run for the door. He's never wanted to be the 'K' in KAT-TUN more in his life.
"Hey Koyama, have you seen my nurse hat?" Jin asks, walking into the room before Shige can make a clean break. He is wearing a white nurse's outfit. And a blond wig. Doctor!Kame follows shortly afterward.
Shige idly wonders if his kansaiben is good enough to join Kanjani8.
no rest for the wicked
news gen. 474 words.
--driveby!comment!fic for peroxidepest17, who lamented the lack of genfic in the fandom. news goes on an outing.
It starts with a simple and emoji-laden text from Tegoshi: "I'm bored. Ne, let's go out."
Ryo's tempted to simply ignore the text and spend the rest of the day catching up on lost sleep due to the K8 tour--but it's Tegoshi. Meaning that if he doesn't answer the text in two-point-five minutes, he will have thirteen more texts in his mailbox asking if he is okay and is he hurt and why isn't he answering. Five will be from Koyama, five from Tegoshi, one each from Massu and Yamapi, and the last from Shige, that will read something along the lines of, "Hurry up and answer Tegoshi will you? I have a test to study for and he's bothering me," because Shige is boring, possibly smart, and always has to study for something or another.
"Sorry, I'm tired today," Ryo types, fumbling over the keys in his sleepiness. "Maybe some other time?"
A phone call in less than twenty seconds. "But I'm lonely, Ryo-tan," Tegoshi whines over the phone. Ryo groans but proceeds to get dressed.
A little while later Ryo finds himself at the train station, searching the crowds for Tegoshi. He spots him--the blond hair is a dead giveaway--only Tegoshi isn't alone; he's chatting happily with Koyama. Ryo frowns.
"If Koyama is here, why did I have to come?" he asks peevishly when he nears them, still grumpy from the lack of sleep.
"Ah, good morning Ryo-chan!" Koyama chirps. Tegoshi turns and beams at him. "But it wouldn't be the same if all of us weren't here!" Ryo's about to ask, "all of us?" when Massu and Yamapi round the corner, bags in hand.
"We brought snacks!" Massu says cheerfully.
"All right, we're all here. Let's go!" Tegoshi says, and starts leading the way, Koyama and Massu trailing after him. Ryo furrows his eyebrows.
"But wait, Shige isn't here. What, is he being boring and studying again?" Ryo pauses. "And wait, where are we going?"
Yamapi hands him a bottle of cold canned coffee. "To prove Shige wrong." He winks.
"But don't you need to be a part of the fanclub to get tickets?" Ryo mutters, working on his third can of coffee.
"You mean you aren't?" Tegoshi asks, blinking owlishly. Ryo sighs and slumps lower in his seat, tries to ignore all the fangirls squealing over Shige in the rows and rows behind them. Then the auditorium lights dim and the spotlights come on, and Shige enters, with blindingly blond spiked hair. He opens his mouth, blanches when he sees them in the first row--and promptly falls flat on his face.
And when Koyama begins taking pictures with his camera, Tegoshi and Massu start clapping enthusiastically, Yamapi hands him a nikuman, and Shige still hasn't gotten off the floor, Ryo thinks this might beat sleep anyday.
crushed, not cubed, hearts
koyama, yamapi, toda erika. 415 words.
--comment!fic for kisekiga who told me to write her koyamahet. with toda erika.
Koyama thinks Toda Erika is talented, and very very pretty. He's thought so ever since watching Nobuta, when he realized that, as much as he liked the overall friendship story between the three main characters--one of which is his bandmate and friend, the other of which is his "colleague" in the Jimusho, and the last of which he doesn't know directly but thinks is cute--the story that spoke to him most was that of Mariko's unrequited love towards Shuuji. The way Erika portrayed this girl, so seemingly perfect, so seemingly in the perfect relationship and how it breaks apart and still, still she remains so strong in the face of it, still smiles at Shuuji when he breaks her heart.
Of course, Koyama understands that this is a made up drama and that Erika is portraying a made up character, but he admires the emotional depth she can put into the story, with just her words and actions, even though she's more of a supporting role than anything else. Naturally he narrates these thoughts to Shige, with whom he'd been watching the drama. Koyama figures that Shige must have mentioned it to Massu, who probably mentioned it to Tegoshi, which means that naturally: everyone in the jimusho must have heard of his budding crushlet of some sort on the actress.
It's why Koyama finds himself as Yamapi's plus-one at the code blue release party, feeling utterly foolish when Yamapi not-so-subtlely points her out in the turquoise dress and says, "THERE SHE IS."
Koyama shushes him instantly, because that's not why he's here--he's here because Yamapi said Jin wouldn't come, the liar--but Erika is walking over and Yamapi has a firm grasp on the collar of his shirt.
"Hello, Yamashita-kun," Erika says cheerfully, swirling the drink in the glass with her straw. "And--"
"This is Koyama Keiichiro," Yamapi says, laughing as he keeps Koyama from hightailing it out of there. "He's my plus one."
"Ah," Erika says mildly, with raised eyebrows, and Koyama inwardly groans because what is Yamapi even trying to do with that kind of statement.
"So Koyama-san," she says conversationally. "Are you interested in the drama and seeing Yamashita-kun as a doctor?"
"Koyama loves doctors!" Yamapi declares before Koyama can get a word out--which is surprising for many reasons. "Why, he once had a drama where he was a nurse!"
Koyama sighs and downs the last of his drink; it's looking to be a long long night.
wingless man
yamapi, jin, ryo, kame. 382 words.
--comment!fic for shatteredinu and kisekiga by proxy. yamapi is a--i am not going to say it.
"So, you new to these parts?" Jin asks the redhead in front of him, offering her a drink. She takes it with raised eyebrows, sips it slowly and leisurely.
"Well now what parts do you mean?" she asks innocently, and Jin grins, leaning in close to her face--when he's suddenly jerked back by a hand around his shoulders.
"There you are Bakanishi," Yamapi's voice sounds in his ear, and Jin groans. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Why do you always wander off alone like that?" Jin rolls his eyes and the redhead laughs.
"And you are?" she asks with curved lips.
"Yamapi," Jin cuts in before Yamapi can say. another. word.
"What's the 'p' stand for?" she asks, grin widening. Jin smirks and is about to retort when Yamapi cheerfully answers, "Pink! It stands for pink."
"Oh," she blinks, looks from Yamapi's peaceful face to Jin's tortured one to Yamapi's hand on Jin's shoulder and blinks again. "...Oh. Listen, I've got to go--" she trails off, getting up from the barstool and walking off, despite Jin's best protests.
"She seemed nice," Yamapi says after a beat. Jin whacks him over head. "Go bother Ryo!"
"Ryo-chan!" Yamapi cries, dragging Jin towards where Ryo is standing next to a rather tall brunette. Ryo glares and motions them away. Jin grins evilly and quickens his pace.
"Friends?" the brunette asks. Ryo quickly shakes his head. "Not even a little bit."
Yamapi frowns. "Eh, Ryo-chan's not short!"
There is a moment of silence where everyone understands that Yamapi has misunderstood something. Only Jin starts laughing, which makes Ryo smack him over the head, which leaves Yamapi free to finish, "No, really. Ryo-chan's a really fun person. Size doesn't matter at all!"
The brunette bites her lip to keep from laughing and Ryo sighs as she walks off. Ryo meets Jin's eye. "Kame," they both say.
"I hate you all forever," Kame says through clenched teeth, sopping wet from having a drink tossed in his face. Ryo and Jin snigger. Yamapi frowns.
"Eh, why?! I love you Shuuji-kun!" he cries.
"Bite me," Kame snarls. A pack of girls titter as they pass by. Jin and Ryo sigh and pat him on the back empathetically.
Yamapi starts planning a dragon ball sleepover at his house.
highlighted gold
nakamaru, massu. 376 words.
--comment!fic for anamuan. warm like sunrise.
Nakamaru wakes up to find brown and gold strands of hair pooled over his pillowcase, tickling his nose. He squints in the dark, blinks once, twice, and yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. When he opens them again, bright and alert in the darkness, he finally realizes that the hair is not his own and that the hair belongs to someone else and that someone else is Massu, snoring softly, cheek pressed against the edge of his pillow, the corner of his mouth damp.
Nakamaru blinks, once, twice, and then does what anyone else might do if they woke up to find their good friend sleeping on the same bed with him: he yawns and sits up, streching his arms over his head; they're both fully clothed and there was no alcohol involved. He likes not having to worry about these kinds of things with Massu--with KAT-TUN he could never be certain.
Outside the world is turning; stars fade into the coming daylight.
He slides out of bed and touches his feet to the ground, cold wooden panels against warm toes. He stretches one last time before turning toward Massu, tugs the covers up over his shoulders. Massu shifts and curls into the blanket for warmth.
Nakamaru smiles lodsidedly and continues to pad across the room, picking up empty snack bags and soda cans on his way, from their impromptu movie night after dinner. He dumps them all in the trash and finds his way into the kitchen, where he sets about cooking breakfast.
Massu walks into the kitchen around twenty minutes later, hair disheveled and eyes squinty from sleep. He instantly brightens at the smell of miso soup heating on the stove, though.
"Good morning!" he chirps, seating himself at the table.
"Good morning," Nakamaru replies, setting two bowls of rice and miso soup on the table. He smiles wanly as Massu tucks in with a grateful, "Itadakimasu!"
Outside the world is turning; skies pale to blue as the sun peaks out over the horizon. Nakamaru squints as the sunlight spills in through the window, highlighting the gold in Massu's hair.
Inside the world is warm like the sunrise; they spend the next three hours eating breakfast before heading off to work together.
...i write too much. :/
doctor, doctor, there is something wrong (with you)
yamapi, koyama, news, kat-tun. 308 words.
--for the KOYAMAPI-THON run by nihongofrancais. prompt #9: DR YAMAPI AND NURSE KOYAMA
"It's time for your physical!" Yamapi shouts cheerfully, popping out of nowhere in the dressing room. He is dressed up in doctor wear, white coat and stethoscope and all; his hair is also impossibly curly and impossibly terrible looking.
Shige furrows his eyebrows, before backtracking to make sure they're in the right room. "What the hell, did we walk onto the fujitv set again?"
Koyama clucks his tongue, "No silly! You're in the right room."
"Then what--" Shige's retort dies on his lips when he notices that Koyama is decked out in a nurse's outfit. A pink nurse's outfit. He also has a clipboard in hand--and a pink heart clip in his hair, keeping the hat pinned to his head.
"--the fuck are you wearing Koyama?" Ryo finishes, eying Koyama's outfit warily.
"It's physical time!" Yamapi crows again, slipping on a pair of rubber gloves.
"Now strip," Koyama says, and moves to take off Shige's shirt, who protests indignantly despite Koyama's cries of, "But you had no problems doing it in on broadcasted television?!"
Tegoshi starts unbuttoning his own shirt, before Massu stops him, shaking his head 'no' seriously. Ryo slaps Pi's own hands away from his pants.
"What the hell is wrong with you two?" He growls, stepping in front of Tegoshi and Massu. Koyama, meanwhile, has gotten to Shige's undershirt before stopping. "We're doing a doctor skit today!" he says cheerfully. Shige takes the moment of distraction to run for the door. He's never wanted to be the 'K' in KAT-TUN more in his life.
"Hey Koyama, have you seen my nurse hat?" Jin asks, walking into the room before Shige can make a clean break. He is wearing a white nurse's outfit. And a blond wig. Doctor!Kame follows shortly afterward.
Shige idly wonders if his kansaiben is good enough to join Kanjani8.
no rest for the wicked
news gen. 474 words.
--driveby!comment!fic for peroxidepest17, who lamented the lack of genfic in the fandom. news goes on an outing.
It starts with a simple and emoji-laden text from Tegoshi: "I'm bored. Ne, let's go out."
Ryo's tempted to simply ignore the text and spend the rest of the day catching up on lost sleep due to the K8 tour--but it's Tegoshi. Meaning that if he doesn't answer the text in two-point-five minutes, he will have thirteen more texts in his mailbox asking if he is okay and is he hurt and why isn't he answering. Five will be from Koyama, five from Tegoshi, one each from Massu and Yamapi, and the last from Shige, that will read something along the lines of, "Hurry up and answer Tegoshi will you? I have a test to study for and he's bothering me," because Shige is boring, possibly smart, and always has to study for something or another.
"Sorry, I'm tired today," Ryo types, fumbling over the keys in his sleepiness. "Maybe some other time?"
A phone call in less than twenty seconds. "But I'm lonely, Ryo-tan," Tegoshi whines over the phone. Ryo groans but proceeds to get dressed.
A little while later Ryo finds himself at the train station, searching the crowds for Tegoshi. He spots him--the blond hair is a dead giveaway--only Tegoshi isn't alone; he's chatting happily with Koyama. Ryo frowns.
"If Koyama is here, why did I have to come?" he asks peevishly when he nears them, still grumpy from the lack of sleep.
"Ah, good morning Ryo-chan!" Koyama chirps. Tegoshi turns and beams at him. "But it wouldn't be the same if all of us weren't here!" Ryo's about to ask, "all of us?" when Massu and Yamapi round the corner, bags in hand.
"We brought snacks!" Massu says cheerfully.
"All right, we're all here. Let's go!" Tegoshi says, and starts leading the way, Koyama and Massu trailing after him. Ryo furrows his eyebrows.
"But wait, Shige isn't here. What, is he being boring and studying again?" Ryo pauses. "And wait, where are we going?"
Yamapi hands him a bottle of cold canned coffee. "To prove Shige wrong." He winks.
"But don't you need to be a part of the fanclub to get tickets?" Ryo mutters, working on his third can of coffee.
"You mean you aren't?" Tegoshi asks, blinking owlishly. Ryo sighs and slumps lower in his seat, tries to ignore all the fangirls squealing over Shige in the rows and rows behind them. Then the auditorium lights dim and the spotlights come on, and Shige enters, with blindingly blond spiked hair. He opens his mouth, blanches when he sees them in the first row--and promptly falls flat on his face.
And when Koyama begins taking pictures with his camera, Tegoshi and Massu start clapping enthusiastically, Yamapi hands him a nikuman, and Shige still hasn't gotten off the floor, Ryo thinks this might beat sleep anyday.
crushed, not cubed, hearts
koyama, yamapi, toda erika. 415 words.
--comment!fic for kisekiga who told me to write her koyamahet. with toda erika.
Koyama thinks Toda Erika is talented, and very very pretty. He's thought so ever since watching Nobuta, when he realized that, as much as he liked the overall friendship story between the three main characters--one of which is his bandmate and friend, the other of which is his "colleague" in the Jimusho, and the last of which he doesn't know directly but thinks is cute--the story that spoke to him most was that of Mariko's unrequited love towards Shuuji. The way Erika portrayed this girl, so seemingly perfect, so seemingly in the perfect relationship and how it breaks apart and still, still she remains so strong in the face of it, still smiles at Shuuji when he breaks her heart.
Of course, Koyama understands that this is a made up drama and that Erika is portraying a made up character, but he admires the emotional depth she can put into the story, with just her words and actions, even though she's more of a supporting role than anything else. Naturally he narrates these thoughts to Shige, with whom he'd been watching the drama. Koyama figures that Shige must have mentioned it to Massu, who probably mentioned it to Tegoshi, which means that naturally: everyone in the jimusho must have heard of his budding crushlet of some sort on the actress.
It's why Koyama finds himself as Yamapi's plus-one at the code blue release party, feeling utterly foolish when Yamapi not-so-subtlely points her out in the turquoise dress and says, "THERE SHE IS."
Koyama shushes him instantly, because that's not why he's here--he's here because Yamapi said Jin wouldn't come, the liar--but Erika is walking over and Yamapi has a firm grasp on the collar of his shirt.
"Hello, Yamashita-kun," Erika says cheerfully, swirling the drink in the glass with her straw. "And--"
"This is Koyama Keiichiro," Yamapi says, laughing as he keeps Koyama from hightailing it out of there. "He's my plus one."
"Ah," Erika says mildly, with raised eyebrows, and Koyama inwardly groans because what is Yamapi even trying to do with that kind of statement.
"So Koyama-san," she says conversationally. "Are you interested in the drama and seeing Yamashita-kun as a doctor?"
"Koyama loves doctors!" Yamapi declares before Koyama can get a word out--which is surprising for many reasons. "Why, he once had a drama where he was a nurse!"
Koyama sighs and downs the last of his drink; it's looking to be a long long night.
wingless man
yamapi, jin, ryo, kame. 382 words.
--comment!fic for shatteredinu and kisekiga by proxy. yamapi is a--i am not going to say it.
"So, you new to these parts?" Jin asks the redhead in front of him, offering her a drink. She takes it with raised eyebrows, sips it slowly and leisurely.
"Well now what parts do you mean?" she asks innocently, and Jin grins, leaning in close to her face--when he's suddenly jerked back by a hand around his shoulders.
"There you are Bakanishi," Yamapi's voice sounds in his ear, and Jin groans. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Why do you always wander off alone like that?" Jin rolls his eyes and the redhead laughs.
"And you are?" she asks with curved lips.
"Yamapi," Jin cuts in before Yamapi can say. another. word.
"What's the 'p' stand for?" she asks, grin widening. Jin smirks and is about to retort when Yamapi cheerfully answers, "Pink! It stands for pink."
"Oh," she blinks, looks from Yamapi's peaceful face to Jin's tortured one to Yamapi's hand on Jin's shoulder and blinks again. "...Oh. Listen, I've got to go--" she trails off, getting up from the barstool and walking off, despite Jin's best protests.
"She seemed nice," Yamapi says after a beat. Jin whacks him over head. "Go bother Ryo!"
"Ryo-chan!" Yamapi cries, dragging Jin towards where Ryo is standing next to a rather tall brunette. Ryo glares and motions them away. Jin grins evilly and quickens his pace.
"Friends?" the brunette asks. Ryo quickly shakes his head. "Not even a little bit."
Yamapi frowns. "Eh, Ryo-chan's not short!"
There is a moment of silence where everyone understands that Yamapi has misunderstood something. Only Jin starts laughing, which makes Ryo smack him over the head, which leaves Yamapi free to finish, "No, really. Ryo-chan's a really fun person. Size doesn't matter at all!"
The brunette bites her lip to keep from laughing and Ryo sighs as she walks off. Ryo meets Jin's eye. "Kame," they both say.
"I hate you all forever," Kame says through clenched teeth, sopping wet from having a drink tossed in his face. Ryo and Jin snigger. Yamapi frowns.
"Eh, why?! I love you Shuuji-kun!" he cries.
"Bite me," Kame snarls. A pack of girls titter as they pass by. Jin and Ryo sigh and pat him on the back empathetically.
Yamapi starts planning a dragon ball sleepover at his house.
highlighted gold
nakamaru, massu. 376 words.
--comment!fic for anamuan. warm like sunrise.
Nakamaru wakes up to find brown and gold strands of hair pooled over his pillowcase, tickling his nose. He squints in the dark, blinks once, twice, and yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. When he opens them again, bright and alert in the darkness, he finally realizes that the hair is not his own and that the hair belongs to someone else and that someone else is Massu, snoring softly, cheek pressed against the edge of his pillow, the corner of his mouth damp.
Nakamaru blinks, once, twice, and then does what anyone else might do if they woke up to find their good friend sleeping on the same bed with him: he yawns and sits up, streching his arms over his head; they're both fully clothed and there was no alcohol involved. He likes not having to worry about these kinds of things with Massu--with KAT-TUN he could never be certain.
Outside the world is turning; stars fade into the coming daylight.
He slides out of bed and touches his feet to the ground, cold wooden panels against warm toes. He stretches one last time before turning toward Massu, tugs the covers up over his shoulders. Massu shifts and curls into the blanket for warmth.
Nakamaru smiles lodsidedly and continues to pad across the room, picking up empty snack bags and soda cans on his way, from their impromptu movie night after dinner. He dumps them all in the trash and finds his way into the kitchen, where he sets about cooking breakfast.
Massu walks into the kitchen around twenty minutes later, hair disheveled and eyes squinty from sleep. He instantly brightens at the smell of miso soup heating on the stove, though.
"Good morning!" he chirps, seating himself at the table.
"Good morning," Nakamaru replies, setting two bowls of rice and miso soup on the table. He smiles wanly as Massu tucks in with a grateful, "Itadakimasu!"
Outside the world is turning; skies pale to blue as the sun peaks out over the horizon. Nakamaru squints as the sunlight spills in through the window, highlighting the gold in Massu's hair.
Inside the world is warm like the sunrise; they spend the next three hours eating breakfast before heading off to work together.