Dress-Up! (Part Three)
Title: Dress-Up! (Part Three)
Author: moonbyrd
Fandom: NewS (Johnny's Entertainment)
Rating: PG
Pairings: ???
Notes: For trivialaffair, who is HEADING TO ORIENTATION SOON! \o/ Here is my brand of encouragement, sweetie!
Notes #2: Massu gets a section! I PROMISED, DIDN'T I? :< Still not sure my Massu is even sort of remotely like the real Massu, but I tried!
“We’re going to eat now, right?” Massu rubbed his stomach as he flopped down onto Shige’s sofa.
“Yeah, Shige, we’re going to eat, so what are you cooking for us?” Ryo dropped a handful of bags next to the door and smirked over his shoulder at the third boy. “You’re the host, you have to feed us.”
From behind Ryo, Shige made a strangled noise. “I’m the host only because someone refused to go out to a restaurant to eat. We could have eaten hours ago, Nishikido, but nooo, we absolutely had to go into that store to look at the leather pants. Since when are you interested in leather pants?”
“I thought Massu would look good in them,” Ryo shrugged. “I was right.”
Massu pouted. “Ryo-chan, they were really uncomfortable. They stuck to me.” The glance and half-smile Ryo threw in Massu’s direction made the sitting boy shift uncomfortably. “Really. Uncomfortable.”
Ryo waved a hand dismissively. “Whatever. You still should have gotten them. They stuck to you in all the right places.”
Massu blinked. Shige choked. Ryo smirked.
“So? What’s for dinner, four-eyes?”
Shige spluttered. “You have no right to call me four eyes! I’m not even wearing my glasses right now!”
“I’ll call you whatever I want. And right now, I want dinner, so I’ll tell you again, get your ass in that kitchen and make me some food.”
Although he felt sort of bad for Shige, always being picked on by Ryo, Massu decided that his hunger outweighed his sympathy. “Please, Shige? I’m really, really, really hungry.” He offered his best imitation of Tegoshi’s Mournful Puppy Eyes.
“…Eggplant?” Shige pushed past Ryo and made his way to the kitchen of his small apartment. “Are you okay with eggplant, Massu? I haven’t gone grocery shopping in a while, been too busy, but I grabbed some produce from a farmer’s market on the way home from class the other day.”
Massu grinned. “Sure!” It wasn’t gyoza, but he liked eggplant well enough.
Ryo snorted and stalked past the couch where Massu was sitting. “You’d eat the coffee table if he gave you enough soy sauce,” the Osakan scoffed.
“You’re mean, Ryo-chan,” Massu settled further down into Shige’s sofa. “Really mean. Shige, make Ryo-chan stop being mean.”
From the kitchen came Shige’s derisive snort. “Like anyone can make Nishikido do anything.”
If Ryo’s thoughts jumped briefly to Tegoshi, the other NewS members were none the wiser.
Massu stretched his arms over his head. “Do you need help with anything, Shige?” Shopping with Ryo was a bit like running a military endurance course, but Massu’s mother had raised him to offer assistance whenever intruding upon someone else’s home.
“No thanks, Massu. Uh, why don’t you and Nishikido start taking price tags off of things so you can start wearing your new clothes?”
“Okay!” Massu grinned at Ryo. “Thanks for all your help, Ryo-chan. I really like these clothes!”
A few years ago, Ryo’s smirk would have made Massu shrink away and start looking for someone to hide behind. “You needed the help,” Ryo told him, and reached for a bag. “Besides, you’re not quite done yet. Shige’s got some extra little lessons to give you tonight.”
“Eh?” Massu turned his head back toward the kitchen.
Shige appeared, hair covered by a bandana, tying the strings of his apron. He frowned at Ryo and Massu. “Has anyone told you lately that you’re a bit of a jerk, Ryo-chan?”
Ryo just grinned at him.
Massu blinked, eyeing Shige’s apron. “…Is that the apron from that photo shoot a couple of months ago?”
“What?” Ryo’s eyes lit up. “Shige, come here.”
“No way! Stay there, I’m cooking. I’m busy.” Shige started to retreat into the kitchen but Massu was already at his side.
“Uuwah~, it is. The eggplant one!” Massu laughed. “It’s really cute!”
Ryo looked like Christmas had come early. “You liked that thing so much you went out and bought an apron just like it?”
Massu scratched at a smear of tan on one hem. “No, Ryo-chan! This is the real apron! He got makeup on it when Tegoshi knocked over one of the bottles of foundation, remember?” He beamed at Shige. “You really, really like this apron, huh?”
Shige was beet red. “That’s not it at all!!”
“Oh?” Ryo leaned forward predatorily. “Then, please tell, how did you manage to come by the exact same eggplant apron you wore for a magazine photoshoot a few weeks ago?”
“It…it was Koyama!” Shige blurted, still blushing. “He thought it was cute so he bought it from the stylist. I’d said I needed an apron because I didn’t have one. He gave it to me for my birthday. It was a joke!!”
Massu chuckled and clapped Shige on the back. “Kei-chan really likes to take care of Shige, ne?”
Shige spluttered as Ryo shook his head. “You guys are so devoted to each other it’s disgusting. Just sleep together or something. Get it over with.”
“It’s not like that!” Shige glared at Ryo. “We’re best friends! Completely normal, male, friends. It was a joke! Seriously!”
“You’ve got the eggplant apron and you’re making us eggplant for dinner,” Massu crooned, “it’s like the photoshoot come to life!!” He giggled.
“You are both deranged,” Shige looked like he wanted to tear his hair out. “I’m cooking now,” he announced with all the dignity he could muster, and stalked back into his kitchen.
Massu turned his smile at Ryo. “Shige looks really cute in that apron, ne, Ryo-chan?”
Ryo rolled his eyes and headed back toward the bags of Massu’s purchases. “Like a pretty, pretty, cooking, princess,” he drawled. “Now, since Chef Babied-By-His-Boyfriend is otherwise occupied, I’ll lay down some of the ground rules.”
Obediently, Massu sat when Ryo pointed. “What’s up?”
“You may have noticed,” Ryo began, pulling things out of various bags, “that you’ve now got some things in a variety of tasteful, fashionable prints and designs.” He held up a pair of striped pants in one hand and a checkered shirt in the other. “Individually, they are very nice items.”
“Yup! I really like that shirt a lot,” Massu grinned.
“You are never, ever, to wear these two things together.”
Massu gaped. “Eeeeeh? But why? They’re really nice!”
Ryo looked slightly pained. “These pants are black and have a light blue pinstrip. This shirt is green and yellow plaid.”
Massu blinked.
Ryo sighed.
“RULES,” Ryo shouted, and Massu jumped. “Repeat after me. I will never wear items that clash.”
“I will never wear items that clash,” Massu parroted, frowning. “But Ryo-chan--”
“Next! I will never pair two pastels together.”
Massu repeated it.
“Undershirts will be plain if overshirts have large or bright prints.”
Massu repeated that, too.
“Hoodies and suspenders,” Ryo said severely, shaking a fistful of sweater at Massu. “Never the twain shall meet.”
“Eh?”
“Plaids originated in Scotland, as signs of clan membership,” Shige offered from the kitchen. “Wearing two plaids together could create clan wars, so you shouldn’t do that.”
“Nerd,” Ryo muttered, and rolled his eyes. Massu blinked, gaping. “Boots and shorts,” Ryo continued. “Wearing ugly, thick boots with shorts will get you killed. By me. Painfully. So don’t do it.”
“Re: shorts,” Shige butted in again, and appeared at the end of the sofa, wiping his hands on a towel. “Those big sneakers of yours are only to be worn with jeans.”
Massu looked up at Shige, eyes watery. “But I love those sneakers! They’re so comfortable.” He startled as Ryo’s hand fell heavily onto his shoulder and squeezed hard.
“Those shoes are ugly as hell,” Ryo bit out. “You have normal shoes. I’ve seem them. Wear them.”
“But Ryo-chan!”
“Chunky sneakers or boots with shorts equals death, Massu.” Ryo glowered. “Honestly, are you stupid on purpose?”
A timer dinging from somewhere in the kitchen. “Let’s eat,” Shige burbled, deciding to end the conversation before either bloodshed (Ryo) or blubbering (Massu) started. He dashed into the other room. “Eggplant parmesan,” he called back over his shoulder.
Massu turned large, suspiciously shiny, eyes to Ryo. “No more big sneakers,” he promised, in a tiny voice.
Ryo sighed. “Just…not with shorts, okay? You can still wear them. Just not with shorts. Not in public.” He squeezed Massu’s shoulder again, then withdrew his hand slowly.
“Not in public.” Massu nodded, gave a small sniff, then dredged up a slightly quivery smile.
“Good boy.” Ryo rubbed almost awkwardly at the back of his neck.
“Ne, Ryo-chan?”
“…Hm?”
“Thanks,” this time, the smile was the full-watt Blinding Grin. He might sometimes pretend to be scary and fierce, Massu thought, but Ryo really was sweet to take such good care of his bandmates.
Part Four
Author: moonbyrd
Fandom: NewS (Johnny's Entertainment)
Rating: PG
Pairings: ???
Notes: For trivialaffair, who is HEADING TO ORIENTATION SOON! \o/ Here is my brand of encouragement, sweetie!
Notes #2: Massu gets a section! I PROMISED, DIDN'T I? :< Still not sure my Massu is even sort of remotely like the real Massu, but I tried!
“We’re going to eat now, right?” Massu rubbed his stomach as he flopped down onto Shige’s sofa.
“Yeah, Shige, we’re going to eat, so what are you cooking for us?” Ryo dropped a handful of bags next to the door and smirked over his shoulder at the third boy. “You’re the host, you have to feed us.”
From behind Ryo, Shige made a strangled noise. “I’m the host only because someone refused to go out to a restaurant to eat. We could have eaten hours ago, Nishikido, but nooo, we absolutely had to go into that store to look at the leather pants. Since when are you interested in leather pants?”
“I thought Massu would look good in them,” Ryo shrugged. “I was right.”
Massu pouted. “Ryo-chan, they were really uncomfortable. They stuck to me.” The glance and half-smile Ryo threw in Massu’s direction made the sitting boy shift uncomfortably. “Really. Uncomfortable.”
Ryo waved a hand dismissively. “Whatever. You still should have gotten them. They stuck to you in all the right places.”
Massu blinked. Shige choked. Ryo smirked.
“So? What’s for dinner, four-eyes?”
Shige spluttered. “You have no right to call me four eyes! I’m not even wearing my glasses right now!”
“I’ll call you whatever I want. And right now, I want dinner, so I’ll tell you again, get your ass in that kitchen and make me some food.”
Although he felt sort of bad for Shige, always being picked on by Ryo, Massu decided that his hunger outweighed his sympathy. “Please, Shige? I’m really, really, really hungry.” He offered his best imitation of Tegoshi’s Mournful Puppy Eyes.
“…Eggplant?” Shige pushed past Ryo and made his way to the kitchen of his small apartment. “Are you okay with eggplant, Massu? I haven’t gone grocery shopping in a while, been too busy, but I grabbed some produce from a farmer’s market on the way home from class the other day.”
Massu grinned. “Sure!” It wasn’t gyoza, but he liked eggplant well enough.
Ryo snorted and stalked past the couch where Massu was sitting. “You’d eat the coffee table if he gave you enough soy sauce,” the Osakan scoffed.
“You’re mean, Ryo-chan,” Massu settled further down into Shige’s sofa. “Really mean. Shige, make Ryo-chan stop being mean.”
From the kitchen came Shige’s derisive snort. “Like anyone can make Nishikido do anything.”
If Ryo’s thoughts jumped briefly to Tegoshi, the other NewS members were none the wiser.
Massu stretched his arms over his head. “Do you need help with anything, Shige?” Shopping with Ryo was a bit like running a military endurance course, but Massu’s mother had raised him to offer assistance whenever intruding upon someone else’s home.
“No thanks, Massu. Uh, why don’t you and Nishikido start taking price tags off of things so you can start wearing your new clothes?”
“Okay!” Massu grinned at Ryo. “Thanks for all your help, Ryo-chan. I really like these clothes!”
A few years ago, Ryo’s smirk would have made Massu shrink away and start looking for someone to hide behind. “You needed the help,” Ryo told him, and reached for a bag. “Besides, you’re not quite done yet. Shige’s got some extra little lessons to give you tonight.”
“Eh?” Massu turned his head back toward the kitchen.
Shige appeared, hair covered by a bandana, tying the strings of his apron. He frowned at Ryo and Massu. “Has anyone told you lately that you’re a bit of a jerk, Ryo-chan?”
Ryo just grinned at him.
Massu blinked, eyeing Shige’s apron. “…Is that the apron from that photo shoot a couple of months ago?”
“What?” Ryo’s eyes lit up. “Shige, come here.”
“No way! Stay there, I’m cooking. I’m busy.” Shige started to retreat into the kitchen but Massu was already at his side.
“Uuwah~, it is. The eggplant one!” Massu laughed. “It’s really cute!”
Ryo looked like Christmas had come early. “You liked that thing so much you went out and bought an apron just like it?”
Massu scratched at a smear of tan on one hem. “No, Ryo-chan! This is the real apron! He got makeup on it when Tegoshi knocked over one of the bottles of foundation, remember?” He beamed at Shige. “You really, really like this apron, huh?”
Shige was beet red. “That’s not it at all!!”
“Oh?” Ryo leaned forward predatorily. “Then, please tell, how did you manage to come by the exact same eggplant apron you wore for a magazine photoshoot a few weeks ago?”
“It…it was Koyama!” Shige blurted, still blushing. “He thought it was cute so he bought it from the stylist. I’d said I needed an apron because I didn’t have one. He gave it to me for my birthday. It was a joke!!”
Massu chuckled and clapped Shige on the back. “Kei-chan really likes to take care of Shige, ne?”
Shige spluttered as Ryo shook his head. “You guys are so devoted to each other it’s disgusting. Just sleep together or something. Get it over with.”
“It’s not like that!” Shige glared at Ryo. “We’re best friends! Completely normal, male, friends. It was a joke! Seriously!”
“You’ve got the eggplant apron and you’re making us eggplant for dinner,” Massu crooned, “it’s like the photoshoot come to life!!” He giggled.
“You are both deranged,” Shige looked like he wanted to tear his hair out. “I’m cooking now,” he announced with all the dignity he could muster, and stalked back into his kitchen.
Massu turned his smile at Ryo. “Shige looks really cute in that apron, ne, Ryo-chan?”
Ryo rolled his eyes and headed back toward the bags of Massu’s purchases. “Like a pretty, pretty, cooking, princess,” he drawled. “Now, since Chef Babied-By-His-Boyfriend is otherwise occupied, I’ll lay down some of the ground rules.”
Obediently, Massu sat when Ryo pointed. “What’s up?”
“You may have noticed,” Ryo began, pulling things out of various bags, “that you’ve now got some things in a variety of tasteful, fashionable prints and designs.” He held up a pair of striped pants in one hand and a checkered shirt in the other. “Individually, they are very nice items.”
“Yup! I really like that shirt a lot,” Massu grinned.
“You are never, ever, to wear these two things together.”
Massu gaped. “Eeeeeh? But why? They’re really nice!”
Ryo looked slightly pained. “These pants are black and have a light blue pinstrip. This shirt is green and yellow plaid.”
Massu blinked.
Ryo sighed.
“RULES,” Ryo shouted, and Massu jumped. “Repeat after me. I will never wear items that clash.”
“I will never wear items that clash,” Massu parroted, frowning. “But Ryo-chan--”
“Next! I will never pair two pastels together.”
Massu repeated it.
“Undershirts will be plain if overshirts have large or bright prints.”
Massu repeated that, too.
“Hoodies and suspenders,” Ryo said severely, shaking a fistful of sweater at Massu. “Never the twain shall meet.”
“Eh?”
“Plaids originated in Scotland, as signs of clan membership,” Shige offered from the kitchen. “Wearing two plaids together could create clan wars, so you shouldn’t do that.”
“Nerd,” Ryo muttered, and rolled his eyes. Massu blinked, gaping. “Boots and shorts,” Ryo continued. “Wearing ugly, thick boots with shorts will get you killed. By me. Painfully. So don’t do it.”
“Re: shorts,” Shige butted in again, and appeared at the end of the sofa, wiping his hands on a towel. “Those big sneakers of yours are only to be worn with jeans.”
Massu looked up at Shige, eyes watery. “But I love those sneakers! They’re so comfortable.” He startled as Ryo’s hand fell heavily onto his shoulder and squeezed hard.
“Those shoes are ugly as hell,” Ryo bit out. “You have normal shoes. I’ve seem them. Wear them.”
“But Ryo-chan!”
“Chunky sneakers or boots with shorts equals death, Massu.” Ryo glowered. “Honestly, are you stupid on purpose?”
A timer dinging from somewhere in the kitchen. “Let’s eat,” Shige burbled, deciding to end the conversation before either bloodshed (Ryo) or blubbering (Massu) started. He dashed into the other room. “Eggplant parmesan,” he called back over his shoulder.
Massu turned large, suspiciously shiny, eyes to Ryo. “No more big sneakers,” he promised, in a tiny voice.
Ryo sighed. “Just…not with shorts, okay? You can still wear them. Just not with shorts. Not in public.” He squeezed Massu’s shoulder again, then withdrew his hand slowly.
“Not in public.” Massu nodded, gave a small sniff, then dredged up a slightly quivery smile.
“Good boy.” Ryo rubbed almost awkwardly at the back of his neck.
“Ne, Ryo-chan?”
“…Hm?”
“Thanks,” this time, the smile was the full-watt Blinding Grin. He might sometimes pretend to be scary and fierce, Massu thought, but Ryo really was sweet to take such good care of his bandmates.
Part Four