Mischief Managed [One Shot]
Title: Mischief Managed
Author: keshichan
Genre: Crack, Friendship, AU
Pairing: Yama
Status: One Shot
Prompt: What's inside Ohno's sketchpad? rainbowfilling
Summary:
It's when Sho was curious about what was inside Satoshi's sketchpad...
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[What's inside Ohno's sketchpad?]Satoshi Ohno and Sho Sakurai has been friends for quite a long time already. Both of them lives in separate apartments on one of the buildings in Kanagawa Prefecture with their families. In the years that they have known each other, they already know the quirks of one another. Satoshi was a quiet and serious eighteen year old boy with an almost unkempt brown hair. And Sho was an intelligent and cunning seventeen year old boy with jet black hair and, was a bit taller than Satoshi. Both were good-looking and a lot of girls followed them all over school just to take pictures of them together.
Most of the girls in their school wanted them to be their boy friends. There always were a ruckus when they walk down the halls; when they go to the boy's room; and, even when they were just waiting for their teachers in class. Teachers also liked the presence of the two. Though Satoshi almost always kept to himself, once the classes were of Art and Science, he was always attentive and answered questions. As for Sho, he was always at the top of the class and he was also their class representative.
Today, each student were asked to submit a drawing of anything that they prized the most for their Art class. Satoshi was excited for the homework that they were given that day so, as the bell rang he rushed to get home to start his project. Getting home, he started to collect his art materials: pens, pencils, colored pens and his sketchpad. Sitting on the desk in his bedroom, he pictured first the subject that he wanted to draw then, he gathered the colors that he would be using and started to sketch with his pencil. The process was hardly easy; he kept on squinting, making his dark brown eyes almost invisible as he thought of the perfect strokes and shadings.
The next day, a lot of students were curious of what Satoshi and Sho drew. Since Art class their last class, Sho had been pestering Satoshi to show what he had drawn to him. "Oy. Satoshi-kun, what did you draw?" Sho had asked on their first period.
Satoshi had his eyebrows crunched together as he replied, "It's a secret."
Sho was disappointed that his best friend didn't want to show it to him -- even the girls who were listening to their conversation were sulking, wanting to just get a glimpse of their crush's drawing. Still, Sho was determined to know before their Art class started. As soon as the bell rang, indicating that their first class has ended, Sho again addressed his question:
"Satoshi-kun, I'll pay you one thousand yen just show me your homework."
Satoshi smirked as he retorted, "I bet yours is ugly that's why you want to see mine just to prove that you suck in art."
Since Satoshi's seat was diagonally across Sho's from the right, he threw a crumpled piece of paper right on his friend's head. "Baka! Do you think I'd stoop that low?"
Their classmates sniggered at the friendly fight of the two. The bell rang announcing the next class and the two stopped bickering when their teacher came.
Most of their classes had passed and Sho still kept on annoying Satoshi to show him the drawing. "Come on. What's inside Ohno's sketchpad?" Sho already called him by his last name to get him bothered even more.
However, to Sho's disappointment, Satoshi didn't show him the drawing in his sketchpad. When their Art class started, one by one, students went in front of the class; they showed their drawings of the important things for them. Three students were before Sho and when he stood before the class, he was holding a paper with a drawing of books and pens (which were sort of composed of shapes and scribbles that when he explained his drawing, that was the only time the class understood what they were).
Since Satoshi used to top the class, their teacher decided to have him present last. He stood in front of the class holding, not his sketchpad, a paper just like the others that contained his masterpiece. On the paper was a picture of a two boys playing in the sand by the beach as the sun was setting.
"I've been with Sho Sakurai since he was born. Our families are friends and so are we. This is a picture of us together at a beach one summer vacation. We were still in elementary then," Satoshi proudly explained. "This is probably the best summer vaction of my life and there are so many memories that I can recall from it."
Upon hearing this, Sho was astounded by his friend's homework. He didn't realize that Satoshi cherished the days that they were together. It wasn't as if he didn't enjoy his days with his best friend but he usually gets annoyed when Satoshi makes fun at him. I didn't know that he's that nostalgic, Sho mused; he couldn't fathom this reality.
~***~
The next week after their Art class homework, there were more girls following Sho and Satoshi wherever they went in school. At first, Sho wasn't bothered by this; in fact, he rather enjoyed the attention they were giving. But something was off. The girls kept on giggling when they glance at them and when Satoshi looked, they averted their gaze back at him. He wasn't sure why but definitely, there was something he didn't know.
Was there something that he doesn't know about; that these girls were gossiping about? He was getting irritated but still, his facial expression didn't change -- he was still smiling -- though the consciousness was still there.
The drumming of his irritation kept on redeeming itself the more the girls kept giggling and babbling but he kept on walking with Satoshi beside him; unaware that his friend was trying his best not to show signs of amusement.
As they walked to the library, Satoshi kept on glancing at him the when he notices, the fellow looks away and stifles a giggle. When they got to the library, Sho approached him in a nice way (though he was seething inside), "What's funny? Can you get me in on the joke?"
Satoshi fell silent. His eyes stumbled upon his sketchpad that fell from his grip along with his other books. He quickly retrieved them but Sho was faster. Sho grabbed the sketchpad as soon as it fell on the floor. Satoshi's insides had the butterflies fluttering when Sho opened it.
Wide as orbs, Sho's eyes moved from one page to another, glacing and gaping at each sketches of him on every leaf he turned. What in the world was Satoshi doing during those times that he stayed in his place? The sketches showed a lot of his every movement; even when he was reading under the light of the bedside table was drawn.
Inside Satoshi's sketch pad were images of him since Satoshi learned how to deftly draw with his skillful hands; all were with different colors of autumn and winter, depending on what he felt using whenever. An amusing idea came to Sho as he inquired, "Am I your muse and inspiration?"
Satoshi laughed and said, "Just wait till you see the next page." He craned his neck to check what page Sho was in, identifying it just by the picture on it. With grave curiosity, Sho turned the page and was shocked and terrified, both at the same time, when he saw his naked body coming out of the bath.
On the page, his torso was wet along with his hair, with water dripping; the towel that covered his bottom part wasn't really covering anything except his manhood, buttocks showing on one side. It was really not 'naked' but just an art masterpiece, a work of art by an artist with a great imagination. He was about to praise the work however, when Satoshi spoke with mischief:
"You want to know the secret?"
Sho cocked his head to one side and replied, "Hai!"
"I've taken a picture of that and sent it on an art magazine. And they decided to publish it."
Sho only could look at him with disbelief. So, that's why these girls were giggly! Sho thought with exasperation.
~~~
A/N:
This is supposed to be posted earlier but then RL caught up on me. I have a work again! Yay!
I hope my attempt in a crack fic worked out. OTL Please leave comments. Don't hesitate to point out some of the things you think needs improvement. ♥♥♥
Author: keshichan
Genre: Crack, Friendship, AU
Pairing: Yama
Status: One Shot
Prompt: What's inside Ohno's sketchpad? rainbowfilling
Summary:
It's when Sho was curious about what was inside Satoshi's sketchpad...
~~~
[What's inside Ohno's sketchpad?]Satoshi Ohno and Sho Sakurai has been friends for quite a long time already. Both of them lives in separate apartments on one of the buildings in Kanagawa Prefecture with their families. In the years that they have known each other, they already know the quirks of one another. Satoshi was a quiet and serious eighteen year old boy with an almost unkempt brown hair. And Sho was an intelligent and cunning seventeen year old boy with jet black hair and, was a bit taller than Satoshi. Both were good-looking and a lot of girls followed them all over school just to take pictures of them together.
Most of the girls in their school wanted them to be their boy friends. There always were a ruckus when they walk down the halls; when they go to the boy's room; and, even when they were just waiting for their teachers in class. Teachers also liked the presence of the two. Though Satoshi almost always kept to himself, once the classes were of Art and Science, he was always attentive and answered questions. As for Sho, he was always at the top of the class and he was also their class representative.
Today, each student were asked to submit a drawing of anything that they prized the most for their Art class. Satoshi was excited for the homework that they were given that day so, as the bell rang he rushed to get home to start his project. Getting home, he started to collect his art materials: pens, pencils, colored pens and his sketchpad. Sitting on the desk in his bedroom, he pictured first the subject that he wanted to draw then, he gathered the colors that he would be using and started to sketch with his pencil. The process was hardly easy; he kept on squinting, making his dark brown eyes almost invisible as he thought of the perfect strokes and shadings.
The next day, a lot of students were curious of what Satoshi and Sho drew. Since Art class their last class, Sho had been pestering Satoshi to show what he had drawn to him. "Oy. Satoshi-kun, what did you draw?" Sho had asked on their first period.
Satoshi had his eyebrows crunched together as he replied, "It's a secret."
Sho was disappointed that his best friend didn't want to show it to him -- even the girls who were listening to their conversation were sulking, wanting to just get a glimpse of their crush's drawing. Still, Sho was determined to know before their Art class started. As soon as the bell rang, indicating that their first class has ended, Sho again addressed his question:
"Satoshi-kun, I'll pay you one thousand yen just show me your homework."
Satoshi smirked as he retorted, "I bet yours is ugly that's why you want to see mine just to prove that you suck in art."
Since Satoshi's seat was diagonally across Sho's from the right, he threw a crumpled piece of paper right on his friend's head. "Baka! Do you think I'd stoop that low?"
Their classmates sniggered at the friendly fight of the two. The bell rang announcing the next class and the two stopped bickering when their teacher came.
Most of their classes had passed and Sho still kept on annoying Satoshi to show him the drawing. "Come on. What's inside Ohno's sketchpad?" Sho already called him by his last name to get him bothered even more.
However, to Sho's disappointment, Satoshi didn't show him the drawing in his sketchpad. When their Art class started, one by one, students went in front of the class; they showed their drawings of the important things for them. Three students were before Sho and when he stood before the class, he was holding a paper with a drawing of books and pens (which were sort of composed of shapes and scribbles that when he explained his drawing, that was the only time the class understood what they were).
Since Satoshi used to top the class, their teacher decided to have him present last. He stood in front of the class holding, not his sketchpad, a paper just like the others that contained his masterpiece. On the paper was a picture of a two boys playing in the sand by the beach as the sun was setting.
"I've been with Sho Sakurai since he was born. Our families are friends and so are we. This is a picture of us together at a beach one summer vacation. We were still in elementary then," Satoshi proudly explained. "This is probably the best summer vaction of my life and there are so many memories that I can recall from it."
Upon hearing this, Sho was astounded by his friend's homework. He didn't realize that Satoshi cherished the days that they were together. It wasn't as if he didn't enjoy his days with his best friend but he usually gets annoyed when Satoshi makes fun at him. I didn't know that he's that nostalgic, Sho mused; he couldn't fathom this reality.
~***~
The next week after their Art class homework, there were more girls following Sho and Satoshi wherever they went in school. At first, Sho wasn't bothered by this; in fact, he rather enjoyed the attention they were giving. But something was off. The girls kept on giggling when they glance at them and when Satoshi looked, they averted their gaze back at him. He wasn't sure why but definitely, there was something he didn't know.
Was there something that he doesn't know about; that these girls were gossiping about? He was getting irritated but still, his facial expression didn't change -- he was still smiling -- though the consciousness was still there.
The drumming of his irritation kept on redeeming itself the more the girls kept giggling and babbling but he kept on walking with Satoshi beside him; unaware that his friend was trying his best not to show signs of amusement.
As they walked to the library, Satoshi kept on glancing at him the when he notices, the fellow looks away and stifles a giggle. When they got to the library, Sho approached him in a nice way (though he was seething inside), "What's funny? Can you get me in on the joke?"
Satoshi fell silent. His eyes stumbled upon his sketchpad that fell from his grip along with his other books. He quickly retrieved them but Sho was faster. Sho grabbed the sketchpad as soon as it fell on the floor. Satoshi's insides had the butterflies fluttering when Sho opened it.
Wide as orbs, Sho's eyes moved from one page to another, glacing and gaping at each sketches of him on every leaf he turned. What in the world was Satoshi doing during those times that he stayed in his place? The sketches showed a lot of his every movement; even when he was reading under the light of the bedside table was drawn.
Inside Satoshi's sketch pad were images of him since Satoshi learned how to deftly draw with his skillful hands; all were with different colors of autumn and winter, depending on what he felt using whenever. An amusing idea came to Sho as he inquired, "Am I your muse and inspiration?"
Satoshi laughed and said, "Just wait till you see the next page." He craned his neck to check what page Sho was in, identifying it just by the picture on it. With grave curiosity, Sho turned the page and was shocked and terrified, both at the same time, when he saw his naked body coming out of the bath.
On the page, his torso was wet along with his hair, with water dripping; the towel that covered his bottom part wasn't really covering anything except his manhood, buttocks showing on one side. It was really not 'naked' but just an art masterpiece, a work of art by an artist with a great imagination. He was about to praise the work however, when Satoshi spoke with mischief:
"You want to know the secret?"
Sho cocked his head to one side and replied, "Hai!"
"I've taken a picture of that and sent it on an art magazine. And they decided to publish it."
Sho only could look at him with disbelief. So, that's why these girls were giggly! Sho thought with exasperation.
~~~
A/N:
This is supposed to be posted earlier but then RL caught up on me. I have a work again! Yay!
I hope my attempt in a crack fic worked out. OTL Please leave comments. Don't hesitate to point out some of the things you think needs improvement. ♥♥♥