[#6/13] Ransom
Title: Ransom
Author: hyelle_narmo
Theme: #6 - toys, #13 - phones
Band/Pairing: Alice Nine - Tora/Hiroto, with cameos by Akiya (Kagrra,) and Saga
Notes: 500 words. Crack!fun, and a bit of implied stuffs. The last installment/section/whatever of the A9/Totoro mini-saga. Tora's revenge after Sylvilagus sapien. Not quite Totoro-torture, phylosophie, but close? :P
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"Tora, I know it's you."
Silence hung on the other end of the phone line.
"Are you still mad at me?"
Silence again.
"You really didn't look that stupid. It was sort of cute, actually." In a stupid sort of way.
"I'm watching you," said someone, who didn't sound like Tora at all.
Hiroto held up his hand with middle finger extended. "Sure you are."
"Yeah, so stop flipping me off. You're absolutely adorable when you're nervous, you know."
"Fuck off," replied Hiroto eloquently, pulling his phone away from his ear to hang up.
"...I mean, who knew your eyes could get so big?"
"What do you want, creep?"
"Chuck the Totoro out the window."
Hiroto started to laugh. "Okay, Tora. Now I know you're behind this."
"Do I sound like Tora to you?"
"Well... no."
"To be honest, Tora is here. I certainly wouldn't say he's happy about it. Say hello, Tora, if you can."
There's a faint scuffling noise followed by a muffled sound that might've been someone trying to talk. Hiroto's imagination threw up all sorts of worst-case scenarios, traitorously choosing to believe the mysterious caller.
"That didn't tell me anything," he replied suspiciously. "What if it's not really him?"
The voice on the other end was muted, probably by a hand over the receiver, and then the hand was taken away and Hiroto heard a smack of something hitting flesh, followed by a yell that admittedly, did sound like Tora. Hiroto winced.
"There. Don't push your luck. I might lose my temper, and that wouldn't be good... so chuck the Totoro."
"Okay, okay! Hang on."
The Totoro was plucked from its station on the counter and brought - still a little reluctantly, because most of the logical part of Hiroto's brain was rebelling against this little stunt - over to the open window. The round shape arced out and landed with a faint thud on the sidewalk. Totoro grinned up at him accusingly. A moment later, two car doors slammed further down the street, and Tora strolled up - looking perfectly fine, mind you - and grabbed the Totoro. Behind him, Akiya snapped his cell phone shut before looking up at the open window and stepping up to tug on Tora's sleeve.
Tora looked up, too, and waved. "Thanks for saving me."
Seething, Hiroto cast around for a handheld object (one that wasn't his phone), and threw an orange through the window. It bounced off of Totoro's stomach and fell onto Akiya's shoe.
"I HATE YOU," he yelled dramatically.
Tora blew him a kiss and held up the stuffed animal. "What're you willing to do to get this back? Anything?"
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"What do you think?" Tora straightened the pair of Totoro ears he'd stuck on Hiroto's head, and stepped back to study the be-whiskered guitarist sitting on the kitchen counter.
Saga just nodded, a small smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth. "Cute."
"Now you just sit there and watch," Tora instructed Hiroto, as Saga started unbuttoning his shirt.
Author: hyelle_narmo
Theme: #6 - toys, #13 - phones
Band/Pairing: Alice Nine - Tora/Hiroto, with cameos by Akiya (Kagrra,) and Saga
Notes: 500 words. Crack!fun, and a bit of implied stuffs. The last installment/section/whatever of the A9/Totoro mini-saga. Tora's revenge after Sylvilagus sapien. Not quite Totoro-torture, phylosophie, but close? :P
---
"Tora, I know it's you."
Silence hung on the other end of the phone line.
"Are you still mad at me?"
Silence again.
"You really didn't look that stupid. It was sort of cute, actually." In a stupid sort of way.
"I'm watching you," said someone, who didn't sound like Tora at all.
Hiroto held up his hand with middle finger extended. "Sure you are."
"Yeah, so stop flipping me off. You're absolutely adorable when you're nervous, you know."
"Fuck off," replied Hiroto eloquently, pulling his phone away from his ear to hang up.
"...I mean, who knew your eyes could get so big?"
"What do you want, creep?"
"Chuck the Totoro out the window."
Hiroto started to laugh. "Okay, Tora. Now I know you're behind this."
"Do I sound like Tora to you?"
"Well... no."
"To be honest, Tora is here. I certainly wouldn't say he's happy about it. Say hello, Tora, if you can."
There's a faint scuffling noise followed by a muffled sound that might've been someone trying to talk. Hiroto's imagination threw up all sorts of worst-case scenarios, traitorously choosing to believe the mysterious caller.
"That didn't tell me anything," he replied suspiciously. "What if it's not really him?"
The voice on the other end was muted, probably by a hand over the receiver, and then the hand was taken away and Hiroto heard a smack of something hitting flesh, followed by a yell that admittedly, did sound like Tora. Hiroto winced.
"There. Don't push your luck. I might lose my temper, and that wouldn't be good... so chuck the Totoro."
"Okay, okay! Hang on."
The Totoro was plucked from its station on the counter and brought - still a little reluctantly, because most of the logical part of Hiroto's brain was rebelling against this little stunt - over to the open window. The round shape arced out and landed with a faint thud on the sidewalk. Totoro grinned up at him accusingly. A moment later, two car doors slammed further down the street, and Tora strolled up - looking perfectly fine, mind you - and grabbed the Totoro. Behind him, Akiya snapped his cell phone shut before looking up at the open window and stepping up to tug on Tora's sleeve.
Tora looked up, too, and waved. "Thanks for saving me."
Seething, Hiroto cast around for a handheld object (one that wasn't his phone), and threw an orange through the window. It bounced off of Totoro's stomach and fell onto Akiya's shoe.
"I HATE YOU," he yelled dramatically.
Tora blew him a kiss and held up the stuffed animal. "What're you willing to do to get this back? Anything?"
-----
"What do you think?" Tora straightened the pair of Totoro ears he'd stuck on Hiroto's head, and stepped back to study the be-whiskered guitarist sitting on the kitchen counter.
Saga just nodded, a small smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth. "Cute."
"Now you just sit there and watch," Tora instructed Hiroto, as Saga started unbuttoning his shirt.