Kaiga's Groomers 1.5/2
Title: Kaiga's Groomers
Chapter: 1.5/2
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Crack
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own this page of lies.
Rating: G
Pairing: Hiroto x Mogu, Saga x Chiko, Maya x Moco, Tora x OC
Bands: the GazettE, Alice Nine, SID, LM.C
Synopsis: Rent-a-dog.
Comments: A side story.
Reita struggled with the item which wouldn't stop rattling in his left hand. He held it at arm’s length as far as he could away from him but the monster trapped inside still scared him. It seethed, growled and spat. And Reita wondered how such an entity could garner much adoration and love from his gnome of a friend.
Oh well, to each his own, he supposed.
"Hey Reita!"
Reita stopped in his tracks, an eye brow raised at the many empty cups of Starbucks on a table on the sidewalk with Nao happily slurping on a frappucino and Hiroto grinning up at him.
"What are you guys doing?" The number of dirty plastic cups and radiance glowing from the two people could not be normal.
"Making money!" Hiroto chirped, flicking an index at a wad of bills clasped in his hand.
Still beaming, Hiroto pointed to a flower shop across the road. Steadying the shaking box, Reita looked over.
A tall long-legged brown haired girl wearing a pink apron was squatting down and fawning over a little white Pomeranian which looked strangely familiar. As Reita shifted his line of sight 10 degrees to the right, he spotted Tora scratching the back of his head abashedly.
Due to the distance between them and mild traffic in between, Reita could only pick out bits of their conversation.
“… So adorable! Where’d you get him?”
“It was raining heavily the other night… Stuck alone in a cardboard box… Couldn’t leave him alone…”
Reita felt as though the lamp post next to him planted itself right in front of him, bent its long thin neck and swerved him across the face.
“That’s Mogu isn’t it?” He deadpanned.
“Yup yup!”
“What the fuck? You are pimping your dog!”
Hiroto startled and nearly fell out of his chair. “No no! We’re playing cupid and Mogu’s the messenger!” He explained, aghast and disgusted. “Besides, Tora clearly needs help with his love life. He’s pathetic.” Nao nodded along merrily as he stacked the now empty cup of frappucino and raised his hand for another round.
Reita shook his head slowly in disbelief.
“By the way, what’s that in your hands?” Hiroto asked, winking and giving two thumbs up to his friend across the road who was now walking off with the pretty florist. Throwing glances at both sides of the road, Mogu bit the end of his leash and scampered across, leaping right into Hiroto’s outstretched arms.
“That’s a good boy Mogu!” Hiroto cooed, his hand dipping into his bag to retrieve a doggy treat. Mogu barked happily and lapped all over his face, coating it with goo.
Reita flinched. Hiroto returned his attention to Reita once again, expectant with an answer.
“Pandora’s box.” Reita replied grimly.
Before Hiroto could question further, Nao abrupty stood up. “It’s Saga and Chiko!” Hiroto whipped around, bewildered. “See, told you they’d come!” Nao said cheekily, nudging Hiroto and pointing at his palm. Mumbling curses under his breath, the shorter male grudgingly peeled out two bills and slapped in on Nao’s hand who received it joyfully.
The one who just arrived, on the other hand, had worry etched across his face. “I’m not so sure about this Pon, Chiko’s kinda old. He doesn’t adapt well to strangers.” Saga said as he kneeled down to stroke the elderly dog’s head.
Hiroto, the forever optimist, brushed him off. “It will be okay Sagacchi! He’s so meek and mild, there’s absolutely nothing to worry about!” He stood up and stated loudly with his hands on his hips. Mogu barked once in agreement. “Besides, it’s too late to worry about that, our next client in here!”
Everyone turned to the left to see Shinji half-jogging down the pavement. After he caught his breath, he eyed the black dog uncertainly.
“5000 yen!” Hiroto said, his hand stopping Saga’s midway from passing the leash over to Shinji.
“But what if it doesn’t work out?”
“That’s not our concern Shinji-san! The terms are that we lend you the canine, and you pay us the money. We’re not responsible for making sparks fly. Though until now, the failure rate has been zero. So you have nothing much to worry about!”
Reita resisted himself from face palming and smacking the cunning imp.
Biting his lip, Shinji withdrew his wallet and handed over the agreed sum into Hiroto’s eager hands.
Grinning, Hiroto snatched the leash from Saga who looked like he was about to cry and passed it to Shinji. “Alright, you’re good to go! All the best and good luck!”
As Shinji started down the street, Chiko halted in its tracks and turned back in Saga’s direction. Its round black pools filled with sadness as it whined.
Saga choked back on a sob. “CHIKO!” He yelled as he sprinted down and the old dog at the same time broke free from the stumped customer and ran towards its owner.
Reita could not believe this drama.
Hiroto sighed. He cuddled Mogu in his arms as he watched the teary reunion. When Shinji begun to make his way towards him, he hurriedly shouted, “No refunds!” Slumped, dismayed and scammed, the black haired man disappeared down the street with his shoulders hunched.
“Maya’s here!” Nao declared, sucking up the last bit of whipped cream at the bottom of the cup. The oversized blonde raised a hand in greeting and flashed them all a cheery dimpled smile. “So, 50-50 right? ‘Cause I’m craving for Starbucks so bad but Aiji’s being an ass and doesn’t want to treat me, which doesn’t make sense ‘cause he has always done so but I don’t know what exactly his problem is-“
“Yes 50-50!” Hiroto interrupted. His mind starting to spin a little from the taller’s ramblings.
Maya grinned. “Alright!” He handed a bright pink strap to Hiroto. “I’ll leave Moco to you!” He patted the old dog fondly on the head and hi-fived it before skipping across the street. When he reached mid-way though, he stopped in the middle of two cars, clapped his hands over his mouth and shouted, “By the way, Aiji’s popping by later! Lend him Moco!” Ignorant to the curses and drivers flipping him off, Maya pranced to the other end and disappeared into a maid café.
Reita blinked. “I thought he wanted Starbucks?” Saga turned to him and shrugged.
Nao quipped up. “Aiji’s coming? But I always thought Maya and him... Are kinda like…” This time it was Hiroto’s turn to shrug. “No idea Nao, but that doesn’t matter.” He replied, his eyes all wide and starry from the dollar bills in his hand.
The sudden jolt from the enclosure he was holding startled Reita. He was suddenly reminded of the fact that he was running late for Koron’s appointment and it was all because of these idiots.
“Gotta go now, running late. Bye guys! Have fun… I guess.” Reita trailed off, having no attention paid to him at all as to his left, Saga was pinching Chiko’s cheeks and to his right, Nao had his eyes trained on the casher inside the café and was waving his hands madly to get his attention for another cup of god-knows-what, and in front of him, Hiroto was busily tapping away on a calculator to tabulate his earnings so far with Mogu panting at his side.
Overwhelmed by all this absurdity, Reita rolled his eyes and continued his journey to his destination.
A/N: Dedicated to theklewerz for being such a dork with me :D
Chapter: 1.5/2
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Crack
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own this page of lies.
Rating: G
Pairing: Hiroto x Mogu, Saga x Chiko, Maya x Moco, Tora x OC
Bands: the GazettE, Alice Nine, SID, LM.C
Synopsis: Rent-a-dog.
Comments: A side story.
Reita struggled with the item which wouldn't stop rattling in his left hand. He held it at arm’s length as far as he could away from him but the monster trapped inside still scared him. It seethed, growled and spat. And Reita wondered how such an entity could garner much adoration and love from his gnome of a friend.
Oh well, to each his own, he supposed.
"Hey Reita!"
Reita stopped in his tracks, an eye brow raised at the many empty cups of Starbucks on a table on the sidewalk with Nao happily slurping on a frappucino and Hiroto grinning up at him.
"What are you guys doing?" The number of dirty plastic cups and radiance glowing from the two people could not be normal.
"Making money!" Hiroto chirped, flicking an index at a wad of bills clasped in his hand.
Still beaming, Hiroto pointed to a flower shop across the road. Steadying the shaking box, Reita looked over.
A tall long-legged brown haired girl wearing a pink apron was squatting down and fawning over a little white Pomeranian which looked strangely familiar. As Reita shifted his line of sight 10 degrees to the right, he spotted Tora scratching the back of his head abashedly.
Due to the distance between them and mild traffic in between, Reita could only pick out bits of their conversation.
“… So adorable! Where’d you get him?”
“It was raining heavily the other night… Stuck alone in a cardboard box… Couldn’t leave him alone…”
Reita felt as though the lamp post next to him planted itself right in front of him, bent its long thin neck and swerved him across the face.
“That’s Mogu isn’t it?” He deadpanned.
“Yup yup!”
“What the fuck? You are pimping your dog!”
Hiroto startled and nearly fell out of his chair. “No no! We’re playing cupid and Mogu’s the messenger!” He explained, aghast and disgusted. “Besides, Tora clearly needs help with his love life. He’s pathetic.” Nao nodded along merrily as he stacked the now empty cup of frappucino and raised his hand for another round.
Reita shook his head slowly in disbelief.
“By the way, what’s that in your hands?” Hiroto asked, winking and giving two thumbs up to his friend across the road who was now walking off with the pretty florist. Throwing glances at both sides of the road, Mogu bit the end of his leash and scampered across, leaping right into Hiroto’s outstretched arms.
“That’s a good boy Mogu!” Hiroto cooed, his hand dipping into his bag to retrieve a doggy treat. Mogu barked happily and lapped all over his face, coating it with goo.
Reita flinched. Hiroto returned his attention to Reita once again, expectant with an answer.
“Pandora’s box.” Reita replied grimly.
Before Hiroto could question further, Nao abrupty stood up. “It’s Saga and Chiko!” Hiroto whipped around, bewildered. “See, told you they’d come!” Nao said cheekily, nudging Hiroto and pointing at his palm. Mumbling curses under his breath, the shorter male grudgingly peeled out two bills and slapped in on Nao’s hand who received it joyfully.
The one who just arrived, on the other hand, had worry etched across his face. “I’m not so sure about this Pon, Chiko’s kinda old. He doesn’t adapt well to strangers.” Saga said as he kneeled down to stroke the elderly dog’s head.
Hiroto, the forever optimist, brushed him off. “It will be okay Sagacchi! He’s so meek and mild, there’s absolutely nothing to worry about!” He stood up and stated loudly with his hands on his hips. Mogu barked once in agreement. “Besides, it’s too late to worry about that, our next client in here!”
Everyone turned to the left to see Shinji half-jogging down the pavement. After he caught his breath, he eyed the black dog uncertainly.
“5000 yen!” Hiroto said, his hand stopping Saga’s midway from passing the leash over to Shinji.
“But what if it doesn’t work out?”
“That’s not our concern Shinji-san! The terms are that we lend you the canine, and you pay us the money. We’re not responsible for making sparks fly. Though until now, the failure rate has been zero. So you have nothing much to worry about!”
Reita resisted himself from face palming and smacking the cunning imp.
Biting his lip, Shinji withdrew his wallet and handed over the agreed sum into Hiroto’s eager hands.
Grinning, Hiroto snatched the leash from Saga who looked like he was about to cry and passed it to Shinji. “Alright, you’re good to go! All the best and good luck!”
As Shinji started down the street, Chiko halted in its tracks and turned back in Saga’s direction. Its round black pools filled with sadness as it whined.
Saga choked back on a sob. “CHIKO!” He yelled as he sprinted down and the old dog at the same time broke free from the stumped customer and ran towards its owner.
Reita could not believe this drama.
Hiroto sighed. He cuddled Mogu in his arms as he watched the teary reunion. When Shinji begun to make his way towards him, he hurriedly shouted, “No refunds!” Slumped, dismayed and scammed, the black haired man disappeared down the street with his shoulders hunched.
“Maya’s here!” Nao declared, sucking up the last bit of whipped cream at the bottom of the cup. The oversized blonde raised a hand in greeting and flashed them all a cheery dimpled smile. “So, 50-50 right? ‘Cause I’m craving for Starbucks so bad but Aiji’s being an ass and doesn’t want to treat me, which doesn’t make sense ‘cause he has always done so but I don’t know what exactly his problem is-“
“Yes 50-50!” Hiroto interrupted. His mind starting to spin a little from the taller’s ramblings.
Maya grinned. “Alright!” He handed a bright pink strap to Hiroto. “I’ll leave Moco to you!” He patted the old dog fondly on the head and hi-fived it before skipping across the street. When he reached mid-way though, he stopped in the middle of two cars, clapped his hands over his mouth and shouted, “By the way, Aiji’s popping by later! Lend him Moco!” Ignorant to the curses and drivers flipping him off, Maya pranced to the other end and disappeared into a maid café.
Reita blinked. “I thought he wanted Starbucks?” Saga turned to him and shrugged.
Nao quipped up. “Aiji’s coming? But I always thought Maya and him... Are kinda like…” This time it was Hiroto’s turn to shrug. “No idea Nao, but that doesn’t matter.” He replied, his eyes all wide and starry from the dollar bills in his hand.
The sudden jolt from the enclosure he was holding startled Reita. He was suddenly reminded of the fact that he was running late for Koron’s appointment and it was all because of these idiots.
“Gotta go now, running late. Bye guys! Have fun… I guess.” Reita trailed off, having no attention paid to him at all as to his left, Saga was pinching Chiko’s cheeks and to his right, Nao had his eyes trained on the casher inside the café and was waving his hands madly to get his attention for another cup of god-knows-what, and in front of him, Hiroto was busily tapping away on a calculator to tabulate his earnings so far with Mogu panting at his side.
Overwhelmed by all this absurdity, Reita rolled his eyes and continued his journey to his destination.
A/N: Dedicated to theklewerz for being such a dork with me :D