Fic - A Leader's Seat - TxN
A Leader’s Seat
Always remember: Never judge a day on its beginning. T’was a lesson learned the hard way for Takashi. What had started out as a relatively normal day, with just a slightly later start than usual, eventually turned into a memory etched in his mind forever. He wouldn’t forget it even if he wanted to. And he wanted to. Oh, how much he wanted to…
Takashi stretched out comfortably, having enjoyed a longer night rest than usual. It was partially due to his boyfriend’s absence in the bed that night that had enabled even proper sleep. Not only was Tuti a loud sleeper, it was always an adventure for him to even get to sleep. And the easiest way to kill Tuti’s own boredom when lacking such sleep, was to disturb the innocently snoozing figure besides him. Often it went in a way that, well… prevented Takashi from continuing his much needed sleep for some late night exercise. Said exercise, of course, not taking place -outside- of the bed.
//Flashback//
“Ne ne, Takashi? You awake?”
A muffled grumble.
“Is that a yes? Takashi? Are you sleeping?”
Another growl, louder this time.
“Oh, sorry. Did I wake you up?”
An outright groan finally escaped the previously sleeping figure.
“Dear God, Tuti! It’s--” Takashi turned around and hit his alarmclock on the top.
“-Frikkin 3 in the morning. Need…Sleep…Now…” He trailed off, already falling back in the clutches of blissful slumber.
“Oops, sorry ‘bout that,” Tuti said grinning, obviously not feeling very guilty.
“So, now that you’re awake,” he happily continued, “wanna…make out?” Tuti nearly giggled as he said it, being sleep deprived having its effects. However, Takashi just turned around again, with his back now towards his boyfriend, his head determinedly buried in his pillow.
“Nooo… Not at this godforsaken hour, Tuti…” A little whine as he said his boyfriends name only made him more cuter, Tuti thought. And so, said man scooted closer.
“Hmm… You sure ‘bout that?” He asked with a devious smile and he started trailing kisses down the back of the other’s body, starting at the neck and slowly, slowly descending. This elicited another groan from the other, though this time the frustration was mixed with a certain satisfaction. And thus, Tuti grinned victoriously, knowing very well he’d won. So, he quickly threw the covers off of them, thankful for the fact that Takashi’s room was properly heated. Of course, temperature wouldn’t be a problem soon.
Takashi rolled on his stomach with a sigh in defeat and rested his head on the left side, knowing he’ll probably be enjoying this the most in the end. Tuti quickly crawled on top of his boyfriend, trailing the kisses he’d previously placed at his lover’s back. He started at his neck once again, subconsciously noting how Takashi’s hair smelled fresh even in the middle of the night, before going slightly lower again, nipping at the nape of his boyfriend’s neck. He slowly moved towards the shoulder blades, kissing the space in between, before moving down even more, gently placing his lips on the small, lower back of the body beneath him. And before long, he reached the waistband of Takashi’s boxers. Placing a few more gentle kisses just above it, he nudged Takashi softly, who groaned in response, though still lifted his hips with a mewling sound.
Tuti merely chuckled as he quickly pulled down the other’s boxers, throwing them on the ground next to the bed. While he was at it, he groped beneath the bed, his fingers soon curling around a tube conveniently laying there. With a satisfied smirk he uncapped it, squeezing a liberate amount in his hand.
“Well well, Takashi, a whole new tube. I don’t remember finishing the previous one.”
“You’re not…” Takashi stirred slightly as Tuti kissed his tailbone, “always around, you know.”
“And here I was thinking I was tending to all of your needs,” Tuti said, stretching every syllable. And Takashi was about to make another witty comment about how lonely he sometimes was, but Tuti had already caught his attention again, causing Takashi to groan loudly.
“You’re so dead in the morning, Tsuchiya…”
//Flashback//
But Takashi quickly shook his head, trying to replace the heated memories of such nights with innocent, happy little memories, all to prevent him from jumping his boyfriend the moment he finally sees him. And, as Tuti would know by now, having Takashi jump you when he actually has energy, basically while he’s not asleep, is an experience saved only for the nights where Tuti’s stamina will actually last long enough to keep up.
So, with an innocent, beaming smile Takashi finally entered the building he was searching for. This was the other reason Takashi was well rested this morning. Tuti had invited him to come to one of his pnish rehearsals. And pnish rehearsals didn’t start before ten in the morning. Because Tsuchiya Yuichi doesn’t get up before nine in the morning, at least. And some people still blissfully wonder why exactly that is.
Takashi happily nodded towards the woman sitting behind a counter in the hall he entered, the woman pointing at the door on the left side. She’d been expecting him. With a thankful smile he followed the slightly darker hallway until he found the dressing rooms he was looking for. He knocked politely though he knew he didn’t have to, so he immediately opened the door anyway. Inside were Eiji and Wasshi, apparently deeply focusing on their current conversation, as they didn’t notice Takashi until he stood right next to them. Eiji jumped up straight away, Wasshi following with a more composed rise.
“Oi, Takashi! It’s been a while!” Eiji cheerfully yelled though Takashi stood only two steps away.
“It’s been indeed,” Takashi replied with a smile, before stretching out his hand to Wasshi, who accepted it with a smiling nod. It wasn’t a formality, it was a casual greeting, one not needed for the likes of energetic Eiji. That is, of course, unless Eiji is in his famous, I’m-to-sexy-for-my-shirt-mood, in which he gets so laid back, having him shake your hand is quite an honor, actually.
“Tsuchiya isn’t here yet, but we won’t be expecting him for at least another half an hour,” Eiji said, subtly showing annoyance at the other member’s lack of morning-discipline.
“Well, at least he’s the constant factor on that one,” Wasshi says, earning him a chuckle from both guys, Takashi nodding his head a bit more, knowing all to well how much his lover’s discipline lacked.
“Well then,” Eiji chirped as he patted Takashi on the back,” you can go into the theatre if you want. Just take a seat somewhere, we’ll be right behind ya.” Takashi nodded and he turned around, taking the second door, leading directly towards the theatre that would hold the masses of fangirls and the occasional fanboys within only a few more days.
Takashi slowly walked down the steps between the rows of chairs, the absolute silence in the room so comfortable in the morning. On the stage, he noticed, were five chairs, neatly arranged in what was supposed to be a circle. As they all looked the same, he simply hopped onto the stage and took the nearest seat, sitting down with a little sigh.
Though if only he’d know, that it was that moment that would scar him for life.
After ten minutes of sitting in peaceful silence, Takashi finally saw Wasshi, Eiji and surprisingly Tuti right behind them entering the theatre. Eiji and Wasshi were apparently deeply involved in their own discussion on whoever knows what it was about, and Tuti looked as if an elephant had kicked him out his bed six hours too early, after which it stomped on his head multiple times. And so, the three took their respective seats and Takashi noticed oddly how they precisely choose which seat they wanted. It was only after they sat down that the other’s noticed something was off and all three eyed Takashi suspiciously, Eiji and Wasshi’s conversation dying slowly. Wasshi looked like he was about to say something, but the disaster had already started. Suddenly, and completely out of nowhere, Daiki jumped up behind Takashi, laughing exaggeratedly, patting Takashi on the shoulder.
“Uwaa~~ Takashi-kun, ohaiyo,” Daiki happily said, his face impossibly bright and smiling.
“O-Ohaiyo,” Takashi replied, sort of familiar with Daiki’s ‘happy-moods’ which could be very tiring.
Takashi’s gaze fixated on Daiki’s for a little while longer before looking back at the other members, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at how strange the looks on the other’s faces were.
“Umm…Takashi-kun!” Daiki nearly sang as he tried to get his attention again.
“Takashi-kun, I’m sure the chair over there is much better, I think this one’s broken,” he said as he pointed towards the empty chair between Eiji and Tuti.
“A-Ah, don’t worry, it won’t matter if I fall, really,” was Takashi’s blissfully ignorant answer as he nodded assuring. However, Daiki’s face remained bright and shining, though he seemed to put slightly more pressure on Takashi’s shoulder, which he hadn’t let go of yet.
“No, no, really, I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself. It can be quite dangerous, you know!”
However, Takashi shook his head again.
“Don’t worry, Daiki-chan. I’m not the one with a performance coming up. Besides, don’t you usually want to sit next to Eiji?”
Takashi frowned a bit deeper as Daiki also gripped his other shoulder tightly, the man behind him now sending some very odd vibes towards him.
“Takashi-kun…” Daiki slowly said, his voice considerably lower than before, “get…out…of…my…CHAIR NOW!!” He suddenly roared, startling Takashi to no end, though the other three had already been preparing for it. Daiki let go of Takashi’s shoulders though he started to stomp his feet on the stage, his face deadly.
“OUT! OF! MY! CHAIR! NOW! …MY CHAIR!” He yelled, his feet stomping on the ground with every word he spoke.
Above the noise, Takashi faintly heard some whispers coming from Wasshi and Tuti.
“Oh no… Is it…?”
“Oh crap… It is…”
Eiji’s eyes were wide open as if he was seeing a ghost, his voice nearly lost under Daiki’s roars.
“Leader…Mode…Real time…”
Now, Takashi’s eyes widened slightly as well, the dreaded term familiar in his memory, having heard Tuti many times about the rare occasions it appeared. He saw Wasshi nudge Eiji repeatedly, but the other didn’t dare anything, knowing even the slightest movement might unleash something far worse than what was currently raging. However, Takashi realized he had to act fast so he immediately jumped up, offering the now empty chair with both hands.
“Here, here, Daiki-chan. It’s free, you can take it,” he said, his head bowed slightly and braced for any possible impact. But it remained completely silent for a little while, and after a few moments, Takashi dared to look up again, though as soon as his eyes locked with Daiki’s, it started again.
“IT’S MY CHAIR! MINE! ME! IT’S… RED!” Daiki furiously said, pointing forcefully at the chair. Takashi frowned slightly, being sure all the chairs were practically the same, but then he noticed some strap of red tape around the chair at the bottom, near invisible. But now that he thought about it, there was a green strap under Wasshi’s chair, a blue one beneath Eiji’s and Tuti’s chair had a tiny yellow strap around it. And indeed, only one chair didn’t have any color at all.
“I’M THE LEADER! ME! I AM!” Takashi bit his bottom lip, trying to think of something, anything, to calm Daiki down.
“AND WE DECIDED THE LEADER’S RED!!!”
Nothing came to Takashi’s troubled mind, though his attention was again quickly drawn towards the furious figure in front of him. Daiki’s form suddenly changed from insanely enraged to sulking and depressed as he turned around on his heels and squatted down, drawing random patterns on the stage with a single finger and mumbling quietly. Takashi frowned with a troubled look on his face, caught off guard because of the sudden change in mood, though he couldn’t do anything, since Eiji’d already jumped up and approached Daiki, though every step was taken carefully, sure not to make any sudden moves that might upset the already unstable figure’s mind even more. Deadly silence washed over the entire theatre as Eiji kneeled down behind Daiki, who didn’t seem to notice him.
“Daiki…” Eiji quietly said as he slowly reached out his hand towards Daiki’s shoulder, though as if it was seen coming, Daiki swatted it away immediately, his single finger drawing more forcefully on the stage.
Eiji also seemed lost on what to do for a while, though eventually, swallowing thickly first, he leaned forward and whispered something in Daiki’s ear. This seemed to catch his attention, as Daiki’s head shot up. No one could see his expression, nor had they heard what was said, but his form was still as tense as before.
“Really…” Daiki asked suspiciously, quietly. Eiji swallowed thickly again, but nodded nonetheless. After a few seconds Eiji leaned in again and whispered some more. Daiki seemed to think about it for a second, though when he spoke up, his voice had changed into something less dangerous.
“Top?” The Leader asked, watching Eiji’s movements closely from the corner of his eye.
“Y-Yeah,” came Eiji’s unsure answer.
Again, it was deadly silent as time seemed to halt, no one daring to move. Takashi could hear his heart beating harshly, feeling the blood rush through his body. But then, as sudden as it had become silent did Daiki jump up, turn around and flashed a trademark grin plus a peace sign. Four simultaneous sighs of relief could be heard as Takashi quickly crawled towards the chair that was meant for him in the first place, seeing even Tuti’s face still twisted in slight discomfort. And a second later Eiji collapsed in the chair next to him, a huge groan escaping him.
“Oh crap…I’m not gonna be able to walk tomorrow…” Eiji muttered softly.
Takashi frowned again, creasing his forehead for the umpteenth time in the last few minutes.
“Alright then!!” Daiki chirped as he clapped in his hands happily, his face innocence itself. “I declare the pnish rehearsal meeting officially… opened! Yay!!”
The other four guys sagged slowly in their chairs, not able to believe their eyes.
“Yosh! The lighting’s been fixed, so we don’t need to worry about that. The costumes for sketch number… two have finally arrived, so we can scrap that as well. Next up, the music for the last dance-”
Five hours, and many dances, sketches, failures and hilarious moments later, the pnish meeting and rehearsal was finally over. Takashi had never had this much mixed feelings when watching pnish in action, usually being able to just watch, laugh, and melt at his lover’s performance. But being a witness, and likely cause, of such a horrifying thing as a real time Leader Mode was enough to put even Takashi out of his mood for a little while. And not even his boyfriend in a pimp’s outfit could snap him out of it.
“Na, Takashi, you’re looking awfully gloomy, you know,” Tuti finally said as he took off his hat and sunglasses, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he did so. The dressing rooms were quiet and completely empty except for them. The other three had already left before them, though Tuti had deliberately taken much longer than usual so he could talk with his best friend and lover a bit in private.
“Well… Nah, it’s nothing, really.” Takashi sighed and collapsed in Tuti’s chair, looking at his own reflection in the large mirror in front of him. He absently started counting the absurd amount of bottles, cans, tubes, sprays and the like of it that stood on the dresser in front of him.
“Is the thing with Daiki still bothering you? ‘Cause if so, then you really shouldn’t worry to much, ‘kay? It happens all the time… Well…” Tuti mused, sorting out his words carefully before he said them and he took of his shirt to stall time.
“You know, Eiji will probably fix things anyway. Somehow, he always does, ‘cause he can.”
It stayed silent for a little while, neither saying anything as Tuti slowly undressed, neatly folding his costume as he did so. Takashi chewed on his bottom lip as he watched the other. His eyes dulled for a few more moments, though suddenly a small sparkle returned to the black eyes, a mischievous tug at his mouth’s corners. With a little hop, he got out of the chair and hugged Tuti from behind, who was about to put on his regular shirt again. Tuti grinned as noticed Takashi was nuzzling his neck, something he did only when he wanted affection.
“Does this mean you’re feeling better again?” He asked with a chuckle. Takashi only smirked silently, so Tuti eventually turned around to get his answer.
“Taka-” His answer, however, was a kiss on the lips, and he could feel Takashi’s lips form an even wider smile as they did so. Dropping his shirt on the ground, Tuti wrapped his arms around the other’s slim waist, pulling him a little closer.
“Let’s just say…” Takashi said as he interrupted their deepening kiss and fumbled with the button of Tuti’s pants, a devious smirk appearing on his face.
“I’m absolutely not sleepy right now.”
Always remember: Never judge a day on its beginning. T’was a lesson learned the hard way for Takashi. What had started out as a relatively normal day, with just a slightly later start than usual, eventually turned into a memory etched in his mind forever. He wouldn’t forget it even if he wanted to. And he wanted to. Oh, how much he wanted to…
Takashi stretched out comfortably, having enjoyed a longer night rest than usual. It was partially due to his boyfriend’s absence in the bed that night that had enabled even proper sleep. Not only was Tuti a loud sleeper, it was always an adventure for him to even get to sleep. And the easiest way to kill Tuti’s own boredom when lacking such sleep, was to disturb the innocently snoozing figure besides him. Often it went in a way that, well… prevented Takashi from continuing his much needed sleep for some late night exercise. Said exercise, of course, not taking place -outside- of the bed.
//Flashback//
“Ne ne, Takashi? You awake?”
A muffled grumble.
“Is that a yes? Takashi? Are you sleeping?”
Another growl, louder this time.
“Oh, sorry. Did I wake you up?”
An outright groan finally escaped the previously sleeping figure.
“Dear God, Tuti! It’s--” Takashi turned around and hit his alarmclock on the top.
“-Frikkin 3 in the morning. Need…Sleep…Now…” He trailed off, already falling back in the clutches of blissful slumber.
“Oops, sorry ‘bout that,” Tuti said grinning, obviously not feeling very guilty.
“So, now that you’re awake,” he happily continued, “wanna…make out?” Tuti nearly giggled as he said it, being sleep deprived having its effects. However, Takashi just turned around again, with his back now towards his boyfriend, his head determinedly buried in his pillow.
“Nooo… Not at this godforsaken hour, Tuti…” A little whine as he said his boyfriends name only made him more cuter, Tuti thought. And so, said man scooted closer.
“Hmm… You sure ‘bout that?” He asked with a devious smile and he started trailing kisses down the back of the other’s body, starting at the neck and slowly, slowly descending. This elicited another groan from the other, though this time the frustration was mixed with a certain satisfaction. And thus, Tuti grinned victoriously, knowing very well he’d won. So, he quickly threw the covers off of them, thankful for the fact that Takashi’s room was properly heated. Of course, temperature wouldn’t be a problem soon.
Takashi rolled on his stomach with a sigh in defeat and rested his head on the left side, knowing he’ll probably be enjoying this the most in the end. Tuti quickly crawled on top of his boyfriend, trailing the kisses he’d previously placed at his lover’s back. He started at his neck once again, subconsciously noting how Takashi’s hair smelled fresh even in the middle of the night, before going slightly lower again, nipping at the nape of his boyfriend’s neck. He slowly moved towards the shoulder blades, kissing the space in between, before moving down even more, gently placing his lips on the small, lower back of the body beneath him. And before long, he reached the waistband of Takashi’s boxers. Placing a few more gentle kisses just above it, he nudged Takashi softly, who groaned in response, though still lifted his hips with a mewling sound.
Tuti merely chuckled as he quickly pulled down the other’s boxers, throwing them on the ground next to the bed. While he was at it, he groped beneath the bed, his fingers soon curling around a tube conveniently laying there. With a satisfied smirk he uncapped it, squeezing a liberate amount in his hand.
“Well well, Takashi, a whole new tube. I don’t remember finishing the previous one.”
“You’re not…” Takashi stirred slightly as Tuti kissed his tailbone, “always around, you know.”
“And here I was thinking I was tending to all of your needs,” Tuti said, stretching every syllable. And Takashi was about to make another witty comment about how lonely he sometimes was, but Tuti had already caught his attention again, causing Takashi to groan loudly.
“You’re so dead in the morning, Tsuchiya…”
//Flashback//
But Takashi quickly shook his head, trying to replace the heated memories of such nights with innocent, happy little memories, all to prevent him from jumping his boyfriend the moment he finally sees him. And, as Tuti would know by now, having Takashi jump you when he actually has energy, basically while he’s not asleep, is an experience saved only for the nights where Tuti’s stamina will actually last long enough to keep up.
So, with an innocent, beaming smile Takashi finally entered the building he was searching for. This was the other reason Takashi was well rested this morning. Tuti had invited him to come to one of his pnish rehearsals. And pnish rehearsals didn’t start before ten in the morning. Because Tsuchiya Yuichi doesn’t get up before nine in the morning, at least. And some people still blissfully wonder why exactly that is.
Takashi happily nodded towards the woman sitting behind a counter in the hall he entered, the woman pointing at the door on the left side. She’d been expecting him. With a thankful smile he followed the slightly darker hallway until he found the dressing rooms he was looking for. He knocked politely though he knew he didn’t have to, so he immediately opened the door anyway. Inside were Eiji and Wasshi, apparently deeply focusing on their current conversation, as they didn’t notice Takashi until he stood right next to them. Eiji jumped up straight away, Wasshi following with a more composed rise.
“Oi, Takashi! It’s been a while!” Eiji cheerfully yelled though Takashi stood only two steps away.
“It’s been indeed,” Takashi replied with a smile, before stretching out his hand to Wasshi, who accepted it with a smiling nod. It wasn’t a formality, it was a casual greeting, one not needed for the likes of energetic Eiji. That is, of course, unless Eiji is in his famous, I’m-to-sexy-for-my-shirt-mood, in which he gets so laid back, having him shake your hand is quite an honor, actually.
“Tsuchiya isn’t here yet, but we won’t be expecting him for at least another half an hour,” Eiji said, subtly showing annoyance at the other member’s lack of morning-discipline.
“Well, at least he’s the constant factor on that one,” Wasshi says, earning him a chuckle from both guys, Takashi nodding his head a bit more, knowing all to well how much his lover’s discipline lacked.
“Well then,” Eiji chirped as he patted Takashi on the back,” you can go into the theatre if you want. Just take a seat somewhere, we’ll be right behind ya.” Takashi nodded and he turned around, taking the second door, leading directly towards the theatre that would hold the masses of fangirls and the occasional fanboys within only a few more days.
Takashi slowly walked down the steps between the rows of chairs, the absolute silence in the room so comfortable in the morning. On the stage, he noticed, were five chairs, neatly arranged in what was supposed to be a circle. As they all looked the same, he simply hopped onto the stage and took the nearest seat, sitting down with a little sigh.
Though if only he’d know, that it was that moment that would scar him for life.
After ten minutes of sitting in peaceful silence, Takashi finally saw Wasshi, Eiji and surprisingly Tuti right behind them entering the theatre. Eiji and Wasshi were apparently deeply involved in their own discussion on whoever knows what it was about, and Tuti looked as if an elephant had kicked him out his bed six hours too early, after which it stomped on his head multiple times. And so, the three took their respective seats and Takashi noticed oddly how they precisely choose which seat they wanted. It was only after they sat down that the other’s noticed something was off and all three eyed Takashi suspiciously, Eiji and Wasshi’s conversation dying slowly. Wasshi looked like he was about to say something, but the disaster had already started. Suddenly, and completely out of nowhere, Daiki jumped up behind Takashi, laughing exaggeratedly, patting Takashi on the shoulder.
“Uwaa~~ Takashi-kun, ohaiyo,” Daiki happily said, his face impossibly bright and smiling.
“O-Ohaiyo,” Takashi replied, sort of familiar with Daiki’s ‘happy-moods’ which could be very tiring.
Takashi’s gaze fixated on Daiki’s for a little while longer before looking back at the other members, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at how strange the looks on the other’s faces were.
“Umm…Takashi-kun!” Daiki nearly sang as he tried to get his attention again.
“Takashi-kun, I’m sure the chair over there is much better, I think this one’s broken,” he said as he pointed towards the empty chair between Eiji and Tuti.
“A-Ah, don’t worry, it won’t matter if I fall, really,” was Takashi’s blissfully ignorant answer as he nodded assuring. However, Daiki’s face remained bright and shining, though he seemed to put slightly more pressure on Takashi’s shoulder, which he hadn’t let go of yet.
“No, no, really, I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself. It can be quite dangerous, you know!”
However, Takashi shook his head again.
“Don’t worry, Daiki-chan. I’m not the one with a performance coming up. Besides, don’t you usually want to sit next to Eiji?”
Takashi frowned a bit deeper as Daiki also gripped his other shoulder tightly, the man behind him now sending some very odd vibes towards him.
“Takashi-kun…” Daiki slowly said, his voice considerably lower than before, “get…out…of…my…CHAIR NOW!!” He suddenly roared, startling Takashi to no end, though the other three had already been preparing for it. Daiki let go of Takashi’s shoulders though he started to stomp his feet on the stage, his face deadly.
“OUT! OF! MY! CHAIR! NOW! …MY CHAIR!” He yelled, his feet stomping on the ground with every word he spoke.
Above the noise, Takashi faintly heard some whispers coming from Wasshi and Tuti.
“Oh no… Is it…?”
“Oh crap… It is…”
Eiji’s eyes were wide open as if he was seeing a ghost, his voice nearly lost under Daiki’s roars.
“Leader…Mode…Real time…”
Now, Takashi’s eyes widened slightly as well, the dreaded term familiar in his memory, having heard Tuti many times about the rare occasions it appeared. He saw Wasshi nudge Eiji repeatedly, but the other didn’t dare anything, knowing even the slightest movement might unleash something far worse than what was currently raging. However, Takashi realized he had to act fast so he immediately jumped up, offering the now empty chair with both hands.
“Here, here, Daiki-chan. It’s free, you can take it,” he said, his head bowed slightly and braced for any possible impact. But it remained completely silent for a little while, and after a few moments, Takashi dared to look up again, though as soon as his eyes locked with Daiki’s, it started again.
“IT’S MY CHAIR! MINE! ME! IT’S… RED!” Daiki furiously said, pointing forcefully at the chair. Takashi frowned slightly, being sure all the chairs were practically the same, but then he noticed some strap of red tape around the chair at the bottom, near invisible. But now that he thought about it, there was a green strap under Wasshi’s chair, a blue one beneath Eiji’s and Tuti’s chair had a tiny yellow strap around it. And indeed, only one chair didn’t have any color at all.
“I’M THE LEADER! ME! I AM!” Takashi bit his bottom lip, trying to think of something, anything, to calm Daiki down.
“AND WE DECIDED THE LEADER’S RED!!!”
Nothing came to Takashi’s troubled mind, though his attention was again quickly drawn towards the furious figure in front of him. Daiki’s form suddenly changed from insanely enraged to sulking and depressed as he turned around on his heels and squatted down, drawing random patterns on the stage with a single finger and mumbling quietly. Takashi frowned with a troubled look on his face, caught off guard because of the sudden change in mood, though he couldn’t do anything, since Eiji’d already jumped up and approached Daiki, though every step was taken carefully, sure not to make any sudden moves that might upset the already unstable figure’s mind even more. Deadly silence washed over the entire theatre as Eiji kneeled down behind Daiki, who didn’t seem to notice him.
“Daiki…” Eiji quietly said as he slowly reached out his hand towards Daiki’s shoulder, though as if it was seen coming, Daiki swatted it away immediately, his single finger drawing more forcefully on the stage.
Eiji also seemed lost on what to do for a while, though eventually, swallowing thickly first, he leaned forward and whispered something in Daiki’s ear. This seemed to catch his attention, as Daiki’s head shot up. No one could see his expression, nor had they heard what was said, but his form was still as tense as before.
“Really…” Daiki asked suspiciously, quietly. Eiji swallowed thickly again, but nodded nonetheless. After a few seconds Eiji leaned in again and whispered some more. Daiki seemed to think about it for a second, though when he spoke up, his voice had changed into something less dangerous.
“Top?” The Leader asked, watching Eiji’s movements closely from the corner of his eye.
“Y-Yeah,” came Eiji’s unsure answer.
Again, it was deadly silent as time seemed to halt, no one daring to move. Takashi could hear his heart beating harshly, feeling the blood rush through his body. But then, as sudden as it had become silent did Daiki jump up, turn around and flashed a trademark grin plus a peace sign. Four simultaneous sighs of relief could be heard as Takashi quickly crawled towards the chair that was meant for him in the first place, seeing even Tuti’s face still twisted in slight discomfort. And a second later Eiji collapsed in the chair next to him, a huge groan escaping him.
“Oh crap…I’m not gonna be able to walk tomorrow…” Eiji muttered softly.
Takashi frowned again, creasing his forehead for the umpteenth time in the last few minutes.
“Alright then!!” Daiki chirped as he clapped in his hands happily, his face innocence itself. “I declare the pnish rehearsal meeting officially… opened! Yay!!”
The other four guys sagged slowly in their chairs, not able to believe their eyes.
“Yosh! The lighting’s been fixed, so we don’t need to worry about that. The costumes for sketch number… two have finally arrived, so we can scrap that as well. Next up, the music for the last dance-”
Five hours, and many dances, sketches, failures and hilarious moments later, the pnish meeting and rehearsal was finally over. Takashi had never had this much mixed feelings when watching pnish in action, usually being able to just watch, laugh, and melt at his lover’s performance. But being a witness, and likely cause, of such a horrifying thing as a real time Leader Mode was enough to put even Takashi out of his mood for a little while. And not even his boyfriend in a pimp’s outfit could snap him out of it.
“Na, Takashi, you’re looking awfully gloomy, you know,” Tuti finally said as he took off his hat and sunglasses, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he did so. The dressing rooms were quiet and completely empty except for them. The other three had already left before them, though Tuti had deliberately taken much longer than usual so he could talk with his best friend and lover a bit in private.
“Well… Nah, it’s nothing, really.” Takashi sighed and collapsed in Tuti’s chair, looking at his own reflection in the large mirror in front of him. He absently started counting the absurd amount of bottles, cans, tubes, sprays and the like of it that stood on the dresser in front of him.
“Is the thing with Daiki still bothering you? ‘Cause if so, then you really shouldn’t worry to much, ‘kay? It happens all the time… Well…” Tuti mused, sorting out his words carefully before he said them and he took of his shirt to stall time.
“You know, Eiji will probably fix things anyway. Somehow, he always does, ‘cause he can.”
It stayed silent for a little while, neither saying anything as Tuti slowly undressed, neatly folding his costume as he did so. Takashi chewed on his bottom lip as he watched the other. His eyes dulled for a few more moments, though suddenly a small sparkle returned to the black eyes, a mischievous tug at his mouth’s corners. With a little hop, he got out of the chair and hugged Tuti from behind, who was about to put on his regular shirt again. Tuti grinned as noticed Takashi was nuzzling his neck, something he did only when he wanted affection.
“Does this mean you’re feeling better again?” He asked with a chuckle. Takashi only smirked silently, so Tuti eventually turned around to get his answer.
“Taka-” His answer, however, was a kiss on the lips, and he could feel Takashi’s lips form an even wider smile as they did so. Dropping his shirt on the ground, Tuti wrapped his arms around the other’s slim waist, pulling him a little closer.
“Let’s just say…” Takashi said as he interrupted their deepening kiss and fumbled with the button of Tuti’s pants, a devious smirk appearing on his face.
“I’m absolutely not sleepy right now.”