ai wa takaramono~
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je100's trick or drabble 2010
It was unavoidable - what with the sudden rush of appointments on their calendars, there was simply no way that Tsubasa could be in two places at once: he was sorely needed to give feedback on the Playzone dvd edits to keep it on production schedule, but their pv director was only available for the preliminary storyboard sketch that very same Tuesday afternoon.
"Don't worry." Hideaki said cheerfully. "I've got it all under control!"
Tsubasa looked dubiously at his partner. It wasn't that he didn't trust Hideaki's project management skills... On the contrary, Hideaki was a natural leader who delegated tasks with such charm that others were only too happy to ask how high when he said jump. It was... how to put it delicately? Well, Hideaki had a tendency towards being overly enthusiastic which led him into trouble and a comeback single was a pretty big deal. Tsubasa bit his lower lip nervously. "Maybe I should ask Sato-san if the video team could stay late."
"And have them miss dinner with their families? You know it'll take at least a couple of hours to check the footage and discuss any changes," Hideaki reasoned.
If he wasn't so tired or if Hideaki wasn't smiling so brightly, then perhaps that niggling worry would've developed into something more than a queasy feeling of pending doom. As it was, Tsubasa's defenses were weakened and he could feel himself slowly getting swayed into agreement. "Alright," he said reluctantly with a sigh. "I guess it can't be helped."
Hideaki's eyes lit up with glee. That niggling worry came back with a vengeance and pricked Tsubasa sharply. "But I'm setting ground rules, he added quickly.
"Sure thing, boss," Hideaki said, throwing Tsubasa a mock salute. "Your wish is my command."
Tsubasa eyed his hyper partner critically. Easy to follow rules would be best so he wouldn't get carried away. "Keep it simple," he said after some sips of tea for inspiration. "A color scheme of black and red." Hideaki nodded agreeably and typed the instructions into his phone. "And no sequins," Tsubasa finished with a note of grim finality.
At this, Hideaki looked up sharply and opened his mouth (presumably to protest), but at the warning glare from Tsubasa, shut it promptly. "Of course," he said sweetly.
--
That was two days ago. Tsubasa braced himself and took several deep breaths in preparation for viewing the damage that a two days head-start gave Hideaki. He flipped through the stack of storyboard sketches slowly, lips pursed in silent amusement while Hideaki affected nonchalance by picking at a loose thread on his sleeve cuff.
“Well,” Tsubasa said, taking the time to re-straighten the ruffled sheets. “I see you featured black and red per instructions.”
Hideaki beamed with the air of a diligent schoolboy. “I took the liberty to sprinkle in some other colors too.”
“You don’t say,” Tsubasa said dryly. “If there were any more rainbows on the set, we would be farting them.”
A wrinkle of dismay crossed Hideaki’s forehead. You don’t like it?” he asked anxiously.
Curse Hideaki and his blond hair; it made him look like a cuddly puppy and Tsubasa started feeling just a little guilty. Maybe he was being too harsh; there was an awful lot of black in the pv so it was evident that Hideaki had tried hard to work against his nature. “No, it’s not bad,” he hastened to reassure.
Hideaki sighed with happiness. “I’m glad you like it,” he said blissfully.
Tsubasa reached over and pinched his cheek. “Yea, and you’re lucky you’re cute and can get away with things.”
Instead of laughing or retorting with a comeback, Hideaki blushed. Tsubasa narrowed his eyes; it was as plain as apple pie to him that Hideaki was feeling guilty about something. “What is it?” he said bluntly.
Hideaki turned a deeper shade of red. “I thought the red suits needed a little extra something,” he mumbled. “A few sequins perhaps to spruce them up?”
Tsubasa’s mouth twisted into a wry grin. Hideaki was blinking at him mutely, eyes wide and pleading; he felt his resistance melting away. “You’re hopeless. Sequins it is then,” Tsubasa said magnanimously. Damn those puppy eyes - he must be getting soft in his old age.
--
Hideaki was pleased. He had done an excellent job in assisting with the costumes, if he didn’t say so himself. He eyed Tsubasa out of the corner of his eyes. Especially those pants - so nicely fitted across the front.
*whap*
Hideaki yelped in pain and rubbed his head ruefully. Sanche-san was glaring at him, arms folded across his chest. Tsubasa snickered.
prompt from kiayro
A Takizawa Hideaki without a band of juniors nipping at his feet was like a Takizawa Hideaki who thought a butai would be classy without wire flying or death defying stunts; in short, it was simply unconceivable. Tsubasa had already resigned himself to the fact that Hideaki would be corralling yet another unsuspecting group of kouhai to join them in the pv filming, the only question that remained was determining the lucky victims winners.
“I was thinking we could have Mis Snow Man backdance for the pv,” Hideaki said.
Tsubasa racked his brain, flicking images of squeaky kouhai with identical haircuts through his mental rolodex. Snow Man? What was a Snow Man?
“The ones I did the dokkiri on for Taki-channel,” Hideaki supplied helpfully.
“Ahhh, right,” Tsubasa said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully in an attempt to make it look like this information was key to matching fuzzy images to names. “So you’re feeling guilty, eh?”
Hideaki squirmed a little. “Maybe,” he said slowly.
Tsubasa grinned. He didn’t really care which group they used, but no way in hell was he going to pass up a chance to tease Hideaki. “What’s in it for me?” he said with a gleam in his eye.
Hideaki smiled craftily and sidled up to Tsubasa, sliding his hand down to cup his butt. “Oh, it’s a win-win situation. I promise to make it worth your while,” he said casually.
--
Sanche frowned. “This isn’t like you to have two left feet, Tsubasa.”
Tsubasa felt the tips of his ears turning pink. Behind him came the muffled giggles of Snow Men. “I’m sorry,” he said apologetically. “I’ll do better.”
Sanche shrugged his shoulders in bewilderment and trudged back to the front of the room to reset the cd player. Tsubasa took the opportunity to turn and stare daggers at Hideaki who was conveniently preoccupied with examining the floorboards. Stupid Takizawa Hideaki and his so called win-win plans.
prompt from mousapelli
je100's trick or drabble 2010
It was unavoidable - what with the sudden rush of appointments on their calendars, there was simply no way that Tsubasa could be in two places at once: he was sorely needed to give feedback on the Playzone dvd edits to keep it on production schedule, but their pv director was only available for the preliminary storyboard sketch that very same Tuesday afternoon.
"Don't worry." Hideaki said cheerfully. "I've got it all under control!"
Tsubasa looked dubiously at his partner. It wasn't that he didn't trust Hideaki's project management skills... On the contrary, Hideaki was a natural leader who delegated tasks with such charm that others were only too happy to ask how high when he said jump. It was... how to put it delicately? Well, Hideaki had a tendency towards being overly enthusiastic which led him into trouble and a comeback single was a pretty big deal. Tsubasa bit his lower lip nervously. "Maybe I should ask Sato-san if the video team could stay late."
"And have them miss dinner with their families? You know it'll take at least a couple of hours to check the footage and discuss any changes," Hideaki reasoned.
If he wasn't so tired or if Hideaki wasn't smiling so brightly, then perhaps that niggling worry would've developed into something more than a queasy feeling of pending doom. As it was, Tsubasa's defenses were weakened and he could feel himself slowly getting swayed into agreement. "Alright," he said reluctantly with a sigh. "I guess it can't be helped."
Hideaki's eyes lit up with glee. That niggling worry came back with a vengeance and pricked Tsubasa sharply. "But I'm setting ground rules, he added quickly.
"Sure thing, boss," Hideaki said, throwing Tsubasa a mock salute. "Your wish is my command."
Tsubasa eyed his hyper partner critically. Easy to follow rules would be best so he wouldn't get carried away. "Keep it simple," he said after some sips of tea for inspiration. "A color scheme of black and red." Hideaki nodded agreeably and typed the instructions into his phone. "And no sequins," Tsubasa finished with a note of grim finality.
At this, Hideaki looked up sharply and opened his mouth (presumably to protest), but at the warning glare from Tsubasa, shut it promptly. "Of course," he said sweetly.
--
That was two days ago. Tsubasa braced himself and took several deep breaths in preparation for viewing the damage that a two days head-start gave Hideaki. He flipped through the stack of storyboard sketches slowly, lips pursed in silent amusement while Hideaki affected nonchalance by picking at a loose thread on his sleeve cuff.
“Well,” Tsubasa said, taking the time to re-straighten the ruffled sheets. “I see you featured black and red per instructions.”
Hideaki beamed with the air of a diligent schoolboy. “I took the liberty to sprinkle in some other colors too.”
“You don’t say,” Tsubasa said dryly. “If there were any more rainbows on the set, we would be farting them.”
A wrinkle of dismay crossed Hideaki’s forehead. You don’t like it?” he asked anxiously.
Curse Hideaki and his blond hair; it made him look like a cuddly puppy and Tsubasa started feeling just a little guilty. Maybe he was being too harsh; there was an awful lot of black in the pv so it was evident that Hideaki had tried hard to work against his nature. “No, it’s not bad,” he hastened to reassure.
Hideaki sighed with happiness. “I’m glad you like it,” he said blissfully.
Tsubasa reached over and pinched his cheek. “Yea, and you’re lucky you’re cute and can get away with things.”
Instead of laughing or retorting with a comeback, Hideaki blushed. Tsubasa narrowed his eyes; it was as plain as apple pie to him that Hideaki was feeling guilty about something. “What is it?” he said bluntly.
Hideaki turned a deeper shade of red. “I thought the red suits needed a little extra something,” he mumbled. “A few sequins perhaps to spruce them up?”
Tsubasa’s mouth twisted into a wry grin. Hideaki was blinking at him mutely, eyes wide and pleading; he felt his resistance melting away. “You’re hopeless. Sequins it is then,” Tsubasa said magnanimously. Damn those puppy eyes - he must be getting soft in his old age.
--
Hideaki was pleased. He had done an excellent job in assisting with the costumes, if he didn’t say so himself. He eyed Tsubasa out of the corner of his eyes. Especially those pants - so nicely fitted across the front.
*whap*
Hideaki yelped in pain and rubbed his head ruefully. Sanche-san was glaring at him, arms folded across his chest. Tsubasa snickered.
prompt from kiayro
A Takizawa Hideaki without a band of juniors nipping at his feet was like a Takizawa Hideaki who thought a butai would be classy without wire flying or death defying stunts; in short, it was simply unconceivable. Tsubasa had already resigned himself to the fact that Hideaki would be corralling yet another unsuspecting group of kouhai to join them in the pv filming, the only question that remained was determining the lucky victims winners.
“I was thinking we could have Mis Snow Man backdance for the pv,” Hideaki said.
Tsubasa racked his brain, flicking images of squeaky kouhai with identical haircuts through his mental rolodex. Snow Man? What was a Snow Man?
“The ones I did the dokkiri on for Taki-channel,” Hideaki supplied helpfully.
“Ahhh, right,” Tsubasa said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully in an attempt to make it look like this information was key to matching fuzzy images to names. “So you’re feeling guilty, eh?”
Hideaki squirmed a little. “Maybe,” he said slowly.
Tsubasa grinned. He didn’t really care which group they used, but no way in hell was he going to pass up a chance to tease Hideaki. “What’s in it for me?” he said with a gleam in his eye.
Hideaki smiled craftily and sidled up to Tsubasa, sliding his hand down to cup his butt. “Oh, it’s a win-win situation. I promise to make it worth your while,” he said casually.
--
Sanche frowned. “This isn’t like you to have two left feet, Tsubasa.”
Tsubasa felt the tips of his ears turning pink. Behind him came the muffled giggles of Snow Men. “I’m sorry,” he said apologetically. “I’ll do better.”
Sanche shrugged his shoulders in bewilderment and trudged back to the front of the room to reset the cd player. Tsubasa took the opportunity to turn and stare daggers at Hideaki who was conveniently preoccupied with examining the floorboards. Stupid Takizawa Hideaki and his so called win-win plans.
prompt from mousapelli