[Fic] Roses are Red, Violets are Blue
Characters: Tosaka Hiroomi, Imaichi Ryuji, Takahiro, Shokichi, Tetsuya, Kenchi, Naoto, Naoki, Iwata Takanori
Rating: G
A/N:
[Continuing off from the title...] 24K IS GOLD, SO DEM PRICE TAGS SCREW YOU.
Ok don't mind me. It's the long awaited Singles Awareness Day Valentine's Day today, so here's a bunch of ficlets featuring my main ships from this fandom, haphazardly thrown together to mark the occasion. Since Japan makes Western holidays like this speshul by making weird additions to customs V-day is for the ladies, this fic is set in the genderbend verse that I'm still tinkering around with.
P.S. To prevent potential confusion (since I'm still using their original names), those genderbended are as follows: Ryuji, Takahiro, Kenchi, Naoto, Takanori.
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Ryuji had jumped visibly when he had entered the studio, marker slipping from her fingers and hitting the table with a loud clatter.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Straightening up from picking up the marker, Hiroomi blinked in confusion as he saw his companion hastily stuff something into her bag.
“Thanks.” Ryuji’s voice, usually so clear, was reduced to a mumble. A light dusting of red tinted the tips of her ears as she steadfastly refused to meet his eyes, her slender fingers fiddling with the marker.
“What’s that?”
“What’s what?” Small snaps sounded rhythmically as Ryuji started uncapping and capping her marker.
“Let me see.” Ignoring Ryuji’s attempts to stop him, Hiroomi plucked the small box out of Ryuji’s open bag and held it out of her reach. His teasing grin soon morphed into a surprised one as he glanced at his fellow vocalist, whose already-pink cheeks were rapidly turning scarlet.
“’Sukky?’”
The snapping increased in frequency, the red spreading to Ryuji’s slender neck.
Hiroomi had, by now, flipped the confectionary box over to read the message that was scrawled in her narrow handwriting. A bashful smile curled the corners of his lips as he raised his eyes to the other’s.
“I’m not done with that.” Ryuji gestured helplessly at the box.
“It’s ok. You can tell me the rest in person,” Hiroomi pressed a chaste kiss to his girlfriend’s forehead, feeling the heat emanating from her skin, “Thank you, and happy Valentine’s.”
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“Takahiro-san?” Receiving no reply, Shokichi knocked on his senior’s door again.
Hearing a muffled thud from inside, his hands scrambled for the spare set of apartment keys of their own accord. Slamming the front door shut behind him, he hurried into the apartment, calling out her name once more.
A small whimper sounded from the bedroom.
“Takahiro-san, are you alrigh-” Shokichi’s words were abruptly cut short as he took in the scene before him. Takahiro was curled up in a fetal position on her bed, long dark hair fanning out onto the pale blue sheets, a part of which was stained dark red.
“… Oh.” Shokichi was momentarily at a loss as to what to do. Growing up with just a brother certainly did not help when dealing with such situations.
As they cracked open to identify the newcomer, Takahiro’s normally bright eyes were glazed over with suppressed pain. Seeing that it was him, her head fell back to the mattress, a low moan escaping from her lips as she drew her knees closer to her chest.
A new wave of panic seized him. Who could he ask regarding these things? The E-Girls members might think of him as some strange sort of pervert-
“Shop. Tampons. Please?” An almost inaudible whisper came from Takahiro, whose knuckles had now turned white from clutching at the sheets.
Shokichi snapped out of his stunned state and all but ran out of the apartment, all the while frantically looking for one of his female colleagues’ contacts on his mobile phone. To heck with his reputation; expert help was urgently required.
Back in the apartment, Takahiro resumed cursing at her bad luck. To think that she had planned a nice Valentine’s Day dinner date that evening, to be rounded off with dessert, only to have this happen on that very day.
Looks like she would have to make it up to Shokicchan another day, after all.
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“Kenchi,” Tetsuya stared blankly at the carnage that greeted him, “What on earth are you doing?”
The named lady looked up from her furious scrubbing of Tetsuya’s kitchen counter, her features smoothening out into one of her devil-may-care grins.
“You’re home earlier than I thought.”
“No, really. What were you doing?” Spotting a smoking saucepan inside the sink, Tetsuya rubbed the bridge of his nose wearily.
“Whatever I was doing, it’s not done yet-”
“Were you making chocolate?” Tetsuya felt a grin spread across his face as Kenchi, in a rare show of fluster, fumbled with her next words, “With coffee?”
“You could at least wait till I was done, THEN act like it was a surprise!” Kenchi abandoned the kitchen surface in favour of scrubbing at the caked gunk inside the saucepan with renewed vigour.
“My dear lady, half my kitchen is covered in melted chocolate, and from the smell of things you seemed to have burnt at least one batch. Also, there’s a coffee stain on the floor, which indicates that said beverage had been spilt there earlier and wiped up hastily.” Tetsuya rinsed the abandoned rag with water and some detergent, before continuing where his companion had left off.
“I could have chanced upon this scenario when I came in earlier and out of sheer goodwill, I decided to help you clean up.”
“Sure. Shall we go out for dinner after we’re done? Let my apartment air out for a bit.”
“I’ll get you a new saucepan,” Kenchi all but flung the offending kitchen equipment into a trash bag, “The stuff won’t come off.”
“Mm,” Tetsuya snaked his arms around Kenchi’s slim waist, pulling her towards him and pressing his lips to her cheek.
“Really? What was that for?”
“For not making me chocolate. If I actually had to eat it, I might have to call in sick tomorrow.”
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It had been bugging him the entire time, ever since she had stepped into the gym for their arranged training session. She had been acting like nothing was out of the ordinary, but she had already been proven to be a good actress time and time again.
However, Naoki knew that her façade was limited to only those few character archetypes, for his now-girlfriend was one of the worst liars he knew.
“Naoto-san, what on earth are you carrying in there?” Naoki paused in wiping the sweat off his forehead, in favour of inclining his head towards the large backpack that Naoto had hefted onto the bench.
“Oh this? It’s nothing.” Naoto flashed him a huge grin, digging out a water bottle from its side pocket and taking a swig from it.
“Should I be worried at what you’re planning?”
“Am I planning something?”
“Whenever you have something up your sleeve, you always add a few extra flourishes to whatever you do. The look on your face right now isn’t helping your case either.” Naoki levelled a stoic stare at his co-leader.
Naoto’s pseudo-innocent look briefly turned into a petulant scowl, before it was taken over by a triumphant grin. Naoki barely had the time to groan inwardly at whatever Plan B Naoto had hashed together in the last five seconds when she spoke.
“So. What day is it today?”
“… The fourteenth of February?”
“EXACTLY,” a joyful grin split Naoto’s face as she held up two slips of paper six inches away from his face, “Shall we go?”
“Since you have gotten the trouble to get these, I suppose it would be a waste not to.” Naoki plucked the DisneySea tickets from Naoto’s fingers and raised an eyebrow at her, “But won’t we be picked out from the crowd? Someone’s bound to recognize us…”
“I was waiting for you to say that. Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered. We’ll just wear…” Naoto pulled out two colourful bundles from her backpack, “THESE.”
“… Kigurumi?” It took all of Naoki’s willpower to keep himself from laughing uncontrollably at her so-called solution. Oblivious to his amusement, Naoto’s grin took on an edge of self-satisfaction as she waited for his consent.
Looking down at his girl, Naoki inwardly kicked himself for being soft. Naoto’s expectant expression strongly reminded him of an adoring puppy waiting for praise, wagging tail and all. Spotting the first flicker of uncertainty flash across her face, he spoke up hurriedly.
“I suppose… we could give it a shot.”
Naoto’s grin widened further as she closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his middle in a tight hug.
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A slight figure ducked around the corner just as the duo passed by, Naoto’s excited chatter sounding through the hallway.
Smiling wistfully at their retreating backs, Takanori returned the box of chocolates to her bag.
After all, it seemed like eons ago when she had last seen that relaxed smile of Naoki-san’s.
Perhaps it was time for her to watch over him for a change, to prevent that smile from disappearing again.
Rating: G
A/N:
[Continuing off from the title...] 24K IS GOLD, SO DEM PRICE TAGS SCREW YOU.
Ok don't mind me. It's the long awaited Singles Awareness Day Valentine's Day today, so here's a bunch of ficlets featuring my main ships from this fandom, haphazardly thrown together to mark the occasion. Since Japan makes Western holidays like this speshul by making weird additions to customs V-day is for the ladies, this fic is set in the genderbend verse that I'm still tinkering around with.
P.S. To prevent potential confusion (since I'm still using their original names), those genderbended are as follows: Ryuji, Takahiro, Kenchi, Naoto, Takanori.
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Ryuji had jumped visibly when he had entered the studio, marker slipping from her fingers and hitting the table with a loud clatter.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Straightening up from picking up the marker, Hiroomi blinked in confusion as he saw his companion hastily stuff something into her bag.
“Thanks.” Ryuji’s voice, usually so clear, was reduced to a mumble. A light dusting of red tinted the tips of her ears as she steadfastly refused to meet his eyes, her slender fingers fiddling with the marker.
“What’s that?”
“What’s what?” Small snaps sounded rhythmically as Ryuji started uncapping and capping her marker.
“Let me see.” Ignoring Ryuji’s attempts to stop him, Hiroomi plucked the small box out of Ryuji’s open bag and held it out of her reach. His teasing grin soon morphed into a surprised one as he glanced at his fellow vocalist, whose already-pink cheeks were rapidly turning scarlet.
“’Sukky?’”
The snapping increased in frequency, the red spreading to Ryuji’s slender neck.
Hiroomi had, by now, flipped the confectionary box over to read the message that was scrawled in her narrow handwriting. A bashful smile curled the corners of his lips as he raised his eyes to the other’s.
“I’m not done with that.” Ryuji gestured helplessly at the box.
“It’s ok. You can tell me the rest in person,” Hiroomi pressed a chaste kiss to his girlfriend’s forehead, feeling the heat emanating from her skin, “Thank you, and happy Valentine’s.”
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“Takahiro-san?” Receiving no reply, Shokichi knocked on his senior’s door again.
Hearing a muffled thud from inside, his hands scrambled for the spare set of apartment keys of their own accord. Slamming the front door shut behind him, he hurried into the apartment, calling out her name once more.
A small whimper sounded from the bedroom.
“Takahiro-san, are you alrigh-” Shokichi’s words were abruptly cut short as he took in the scene before him. Takahiro was curled up in a fetal position on her bed, long dark hair fanning out onto the pale blue sheets, a part of which was stained dark red.
“… Oh.” Shokichi was momentarily at a loss as to what to do. Growing up with just a brother certainly did not help when dealing with such situations.
As they cracked open to identify the newcomer, Takahiro’s normally bright eyes were glazed over with suppressed pain. Seeing that it was him, her head fell back to the mattress, a low moan escaping from her lips as she drew her knees closer to her chest.
A new wave of panic seized him. Who could he ask regarding these things? The E-Girls members might think of him as some strange sort of pervert-
“Shop. Tampons. Please?” An almost inaudible whisper came from Takahiro, whose knuckles had now turned white from clutching at the sheets.
Shokichi snapped out of his stunned state and all but ran out of the apartment, all the while frantically looking for one of his female colleagues’ contacts on his mobile phone. To heck with his reputation; expert help was urgently required.
Back in the apartment, Takahiro resumed cursing at her bad luck. To think that she had planned a nice Valentine’s Day dinner date that evening, to be rounded off with dessert, only to have this happen on that very day.
Looks like she would have to make it up to Shokicchan another day, after all.
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“Kenchi,” Tetsuya stared blankly at the carnage that greeted him, “What on earth are you doing?”
The named lady looked up from her furious scrubbing of Tetsuya’s kitchen counter, her features smoothening out into one of her devil-may-care grins.
“You’re home earlier than I thought.”
“No, really. What were you doing?” Spotting a smoking saucepan inside the sink, Tetsuya rubbed the bridge of his nose wearily.
“Whatever I was doing, it’s not done yet-”
“Were you making chocolate?” Tetsuya felt a grin spread across his face as Kenchi, in a rare show of fluster, fumbled with her next words, “With coffee?”
“You could at least wait till I was done, THEN act like it was a surprise!” Kenchi abandoned the kitchen surface in favour of scrubbing at the caked gunk inside the saucepan with renewed vigour.
“My dear lady, half my kitchen is covered in melted chocolate, and from the smell of things you seemed to have burnt at least one batch. Also, there’s a coffee stain on the floor, which indicates that said beverage had been spilt there earlier and wiped up hastily.” Tetsuya rinsed the abandoned rag with water and some detergent, before continuing where his companion had left off.
“I could have chanced upon this scenario when I came in earlier and out of sheer goodwill, I decided to help you clean up.”
“Sure. Shall we go out for dinner after we’re done? Let my apartment air out for a bit.”
“I’ll get you a new saucepan,” Kenchi all but flung the offending kitchen equipment into a trash bag, “The stuff won’t come off.”
“Mm,” Tetsuya snaked his arms around Kenchi’s slim waist, pulling her towards him and pressing his lips to her cheek.
“Really? What was that for?”
“For not making me chocolate. If I actually had to eat it, I might have to call in sick tomorrow.”
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It had been bugging him the entire time, ever since she had stepped into the gym for their arranged training session. She had been acting like nothing was out of the ordinary, but she had already been proven to be a good actress time and time again.
However, Naoki knew that her façade was limited to only those few character archetypes, for his now-girlfriend was one of the worst liars he knew.
“Naoto-san, what on earth are you carrying in there?” Naoki paused in wiping the sweat off his forehead, in favour of inclining his head towards the large backpack that Naoto had hefted onto the bench.
“Oh this? It’s nothing.” Naoto flashed him a huge grin, digging out a water bottle from its side pocket and taking a swig from it.
“Should I be worried at what you’re planning?”
“Am I planning something?”
“Whenever you have something up your sleeve, you always add a few extra flourishes to whatever you do. The look on your face right now isn’t helping your case either.” Naoki levelled a stoic stare at his co-leader.
Naoto’s pseudo-innocent look briefly turned into a petulant scowl, before it was taken over by a triumphant grin. Naoki barely had the time to groan inwardly at whatever Plan B Naoto had hashed together in the last five seconds when she spoke.
“So. What day is it today?”
“… The fourteenth of February?”
“EXACTLY,” a joyful grin split Naoto’s face as she held up two slips of paper six inches away from his face, “Shall we go?”
“Since you have gotten the trouble to get these, I suppose it would be a waste not to.” Naoki plucked the DisneySea tickets from Naoto’s fingers and raised an eyebrow at her, “But won’t we be picked out from the crowd? Someone’s bound to recognize us…”
“I was waiting for you to say that. Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered. We’ll just wear…” Naoto pulled out two colourful bundles from her backpack, “THESE.”
“… Kigurumi?” It took all of Naoki’s willpower to keep himself from laughing uncontrollably at her so-called solution. Oblivious to his amusement, Naoto’s grin took on an edge of self-satisfaction as she waited for his consent.
Looking down at his girl, Naoki inwardly kicked himself for being soft. Naoto’s expectant expression strongly reminded him of an adoring puppy waiting for praise, wagging tail and all. Spotting the first flicker of uncertainty flash across her face, he spoke up hurriedly.
“I suppose… we could give it a shot.”
Naoto’s grin widened further as she closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his middle in a tight hug.
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A slight figure ducked around the corner just as the duo passed by, Naoto’s excited chatter sounding through the hallway.
Smiling wistfully at their retreating backs, Takanori returned the box of chocolates to her bag.
After all, it seemed like eons ago when she had last seen that relaxed smile of Naoki-san’s.
Perhaps it was time for her to watch over him for a change, to prevent that smile from disappearing again.