[KinKi Fic] Signals
Whimsical piece, for fun. Experimental style, hope it's not too confusing.
Disclaimer: This writing is fictional and has no commercial purpose. Characters are real persons belonging to themselves.
Pairing: Suggestively KinKi
Genre: Humor
Rating: G
Warning: Hinted casual dating, experimental minimalist style
Summary: Tsuyoshi sniffed danger, took a timely measure.
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Signals
"He's not interested."
"Ah, come on. He's a Johnny's."
"I've tried. No response. He may not be 'this way'."
"You probably didn't do it right. He's not your typical pickup at the club."
"By all means, have a go. You'd better decide now, though. They are almost here."
"Woo~ Let's go."
"..."
"Excuse me... Doumoto Kouichi-san?"
~
"Who...?"
Snort. "Last week's Young Guns. That other guy talked to you after the program?"
"--Ah."
~
"...and Tsuyoshi-san... Good evening."
"Good evening."
"Congratulations on getting the first place again this week."
"Thank you."
"And, all the best for the show..."
"Thank you."
"..."
"..."
("See what I mean?")
("Patient, I'm only starting...") "The F-1 season has started too, hasn't it?"
"Oh? Ah! Ah, yes, it has. Are you following the sport?"
"A little bit... Is Kouichi-san going to do an official commentary again?"
"Unfortunately no. There hasn't been any offer..."
"Ahhh, what a pity. Who is Kouichi-san rooting for this time around?"
"--The elevator is here." Pointed look.
"Oh, okay." Step, step. "...Me? No particular favourite, but I think..."
"...ah, is that so..."
"...the reviews have not been very good but..."
"...really? I would've thought he could last another round..."
("Hey." Nudge. "That's enough.")
("Why? It's going well.") "...Yes, yes, that's amazing, isn't it!..."
("Idiot! Look at his partner.")
("...He's looking bored?")
("His left hand.")
("......Uh.")
"...But let's hope the rival will do well too, so it won't be a boring season."
"Ah, yes." Cough.
"By the way, do you think--"
"Oh, it seems we have arrived..."
"--Oh."
Rustle.
"Then, we'll be heading that way. Please excuse us."
"Sure."
~
"That was cliched."
"Hey, whatever works." Breathe. "But..."
"Oh well. Didn't see that one coming."
"...It still doesn't seem to me that they are together. Is my radar getting rusty...?"
"I don't know about that, but regardless, there is no mistaking that red light back there."
"Ah, the partner, huh? Now that guy is indeed more likely to be--"
"Well yeah, but in his case it is even clearer that he is not interested in any of us."
"Pity."
"Tough competition. What do you expect?"
~
"How many years have you been walking this earth, Kouichi-san?"
"Huh? What have I done?"
Tsk. "It amazes me how clueless you can get sometimes."
"I'm saying, what is it? ...Oh, wait. Just now in the elevator?" Smirk. "Were you hitting on me?"
Stare. "*I* was?"
"You were suddenly playing with my belt back there, weren't you!"
Longer stare.
"--okay, I know, I know. That was a hint for me to stop talking." Pout. "Spoilsport."
"...Anyway. Can you just take better care of yourself? Don't be following random strangers home when they tempt you with car talks."
"What am I, a lost child? Of course I won't!"
Yawn. "So you say."
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[*] No offense to any Johnny's artist nor any (Music Station) Young Guns artist, it's just plot device. ^^0
[**] And yes, that particular scene was ripped off from Hey!x3. m_ _m
Disclaimer: This writing is fictional and has no commercial purpose. Characters are real persons belonging to themselves.
Pairing: Suggestively KinKi
Genre: Humor
Rating: G
Warning: Hinted casual dating, experimental minimalist style
Summary: Tsuyoshi sniffed danger, took a timely measure.
---
Signals
"He's not interested."
"Ah, come on. He's a Johnny's."
"I've tried. No response. He may not be 'this way'."
"You probably didn't do it right. He's not your typical pickup at the club."
"By all means, have a go. You'd better decide now, though. They are almost here."
"Woo~ Let's go."
"..."
"Excuse me... Doumoto Kouichi-san?"
~
"Who...?"
Snort. "Last week's Young Guns. That other guy talked to you after the program?"
"--Ah."
~
"...and Tsuyoshi-san... Good evening."
"Good evening."
"Congratulations on getting the first place again this week."
"Thank you."
"And, all the best for the show..."
"Thank you."
"..."
"..."
("See what I mean?")
("Patient, I'm only starting...") "The F-1 season has started too, hasn't it?"
"Oh? Ah! Ah, yes, it has. Are you following the sport?"
"A little bit... Is Kouichi-san going to do an official commentary again?"
"Unfortunately no. There hasn't been any offer..."
"Ahhh, what a pity. Who is Kouichi-san rooting for this time around?"
"--The elevator is here." Pointed look.
"Oh, okay." Step, step. "...Me? No particular favourite, but I think..."
"...ah, is that so..."
"...the reviews have not been very good but..."
"...really? I would've thought he could last another round..."
("Hey." Nudge. "That's enough.")
("Why? It's going well.") "...Yes, yes, that's amazing, isn't it!..."
("Idiot! Look at his partner.")
("...He's looking bored?")
("His left hand.")
("......Uh.")
"...But let's hope the rival will do well too, so it won't be a boring season."
"Ah, yes." Cough.
"By the way, do you think--"
"Oh, it seems we have arrived..."
"--Oh."
Rustle.
"Then, we'll be heading that way. Please excuse us."
"Sure."
~
"That was cliched."
"Hey, whatever works." Breathe. "But..."
"Oh well. Didn't see that one coming."
"...It still doesn't seem to me that they are together. Is my radar getting rusty...?"
"I don't know about that, but regardless, there is no mistaking that red light back there."
"Ah, the partner, huh? Now that guy is indeed more likely to be--"
"Well yeah, but in his case it is even clearer that he is not interested in any of us."
"Pity."
"Tough competition. What do you expect?"
~
"How many years have you been walking this earth, Kouichi-san?"
"Huh? What have I done?"
Tsk. "It amazes me how clueless you can get sometimes."
"I'm saying, what is it? ...Oh, wait. Just now in the elevator?" Smirk. "Were you hitting on me?"
Stare. "*I* was?"
"You were suddenly playing with my belt back there, weren't you!"
Longer stare.
"--okay, I know, I know. That was a hint for me to stop talking." Pout. "Spoilsport."
"...Anyway. Can you just take better care of yourself? Don't be following random strangers home when they tempt you with car talks."
"What am I, a lost child? Of course I won't!"
Yawn. "So you say."
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[*] No offense to any Johnny's artist nor any (Music Station) Young Guns artist, it's just plot device. ^^0
[**] And yes, that particular scene was ripped off from Hey!x3. m_ _m