[ryoshige] Taking Advice from Ryo, Drabble
Title: Taking Advice from Ryo
Author: atax0ph0bic
Fandom: JE, NEWS
Pairing: RyoShige, but it's kinda subtle...more NEWS-centric?
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crack, Humor
Warnings: Drunk!Shige=Stupid!Shige
Disclaimer: Yeah. Like that’s actually going to happen. Johnny’s reeeeaaaally possessive of his boys.
Summary: Drabble. There are a lot of things Shige knows he can listen to Ryo about in order to improve his look for the fans. Haircuts, for one. Clothes, another. But maybe he should have seen the signs about Ryo and dye jobs… 1097 words.
A/N: I’m poking a little fun at Shige for his dye job as seen in Myojo 09/08, which hurts my heart a LOT. Read at your own discretion…? Cuz it’s a bit late and I dunno if I’m making any sense…
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“Gimmmmmme another one!” Shige said to the bartender a bit too loudly as he slammed his glass down on the countertop. He leaned against his upraised arm, staring at Ryo, who lolled about in the seat next to him, tinkering a bit with one of his many empty glasses.
Maybe getting drunk out of one’s mind wasn’t the best thing to do when they had a photo shoot the next day. But he could never say no to an outing with only Ryo. And he had a feeling it was going to be his downfall. That was Shige’s last coherent thought before he was handed another glass.
“You dun lissssten to me enough, S-Shiiige,” Ryo slurred. He propped himself on his elbows, and looked at the younger man through cloudy eyes. Shige downed his next glass before wiping his lip and giving the man a response.
“Huh?”
“You need to take my advice more often,” he managed more coherently. He reached out and grabbed a tip of Shige’s slightly outgrown tips. “I made you every girl’s wet dream with one haircut, didn’t I? Why don’t you listen to me more?”
“Uhhhh…” Shige drew a blank, even though somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew where this was going. “Well…don’t I take your tips on my clothes occasionally?”
“THAT’S NOT ENOUGH.” There was a sudden spark in his eye. “Okay, we’re going to play rock paper scissors. If you lose, you have to do something new to your hair. On my conditions.”
Shige sighed, and nodded. What could go wrong? “Okay, then. Best out of three?”
Their first round, from what Shige could figure out through his blurry vision, went to him-rock and paper. But then the second round went awry. Ryo won with scissors. In a bit of blotchy excitement, the two threw their hands out for the last round. Ryo won, of course. So Shige conceded defeat.
“What do you want me to do,” Shige didn’t even bother to question Ryo and rubbed his hair into a pile of disarray. Ryo’s evil smile came out of nowhere.
“Let’s get some bleach from the drug store,” he stated calculatingly.
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Massu and Tegoshi were practicing their latest dance moves for their upcoming single while Yamapi was dozing on the couch, somehow balancing the tea that Koyama was pouring him. Ryo stumbled into the room, leaving behind a trail of misplaced furniture on his way into the NEWS dressing room. “Koyama. I need some aspirin,” Ryo said as he slumped into the couch next to Yamapi.
“Hai, hai~” Koyama flailed about the room, looking through the cabinets for some of the medication. Shige entered the room, looking down and hair covered underneath his hoodie. “Ah, Shige, do you think you need some aspirin too? Ryo-“ Koyama stopped short, mouth agape.
“Koyama! What’s taking so long?!” Ryo snapped and turned around to chastise him a bit more before noticing Shige.
“Shige! What have you done to your hair?” Tegoshi asked in horror. Koyama and he rushed over, mussing up his hair to see if it was maybe just a wig. Shige sighed, shrinking into himself in embarrassment. He was blond. A horrifying blond. And right before a Myojo photo shoot in an hour, too.
“Wow,” Ryo said. “I didn’t think it’d come out that color…”
Massu let out a long whistle. “Well, at least you don’t look scary like Ryo did a few months ago,” he commented, smiling as brightly as ever. Ryo shot a glare at him; though he paid no attention, choosing instead to take an interest in his midmorning snack.
“I shouldn’t have drunk so many shots,” Shige muttered. “Then maybe I could have had the sense to not listen to Ryo on this one.”
“There, there, Shige,” Koyama cooed. “We can fix it after the photo shoot!”
Shige continued his rant, hitting himself on his head. “We all know he’s a disaster case when it comes to dye jobs. What the hell was I thinking?!”
“HEY!” Shige was too busy being drowned in self-pity to notice the slowly raging Ryo. Before Ryo could manage to get up and smack Shige upside the head, the manager entered their room.
“Okay, guys, time to make our way to the shoot’s location,” he said, taking a once over at the besotted young man and shaking his head knowingly. He gave Shige a “you, too, huh?” look before ushering out the door.
Yamapi yawned slightly before coming up to the younger man and patting him on the shoulder. “Don’t mind, don’t mind. Let’s just do our best at this photo shoot, ne?”
Shige nodded, resigned. Maybe he could manage a smile. He was pretty good at faking them at this point, anyways.
The rest of NEWS left the room, chattering about as Tegoshi asked the manager to make an appointment for Shige to go to a hair stylist that day, leaving a seething Ryo behind.
--
Shige stared at the mirror and turned side to side, extremely relieved that it looked presentable again. Ryo entered the room, in slightly better spirits after watching the photographer’s amusing reactions to the younger man’s blond hair. He had done a good job and looked good, like always, so he felt more accomplished than bitter at everyone’s comments that morning.
“So the world gets to see you blonde for one issue,” Ryo teased lightly, tugging at Shige’s hair as he stood next to him. Shige frowned, remembering that everyone got to see his moment of incredible stupidity. Great.
“I’m not taking ANY of your advice from now on,” Shige said bitterly, crossing his arms grumpily.
“Aw, come on, it’s not THAT big a deal,” Ryo said, amused. “Now the NEWS tally for those who’ve gone blond is five. You’re not alone.”
Shige shrugged, spirits slightly lifted. It was true. “Hmmm, I think I’ll post a picture of each of us as a blonde on the mirror then,” he mused. “Then maybe we’ll be smart not to make that mistake again.”
Ryo punched him in the arm. “Hardy har har.”
Massu came into the room, munching on some carrots happily. Ryo grinned a bit too menacingly, his calculating look plastered on his face once again. Shige looked at the future victim and back at Ryo, his eyes widening. “Don’t-“
“Hey, Massu! Don’t you think it’s time you lightened your hair to blonde?” Ryo yelled across the room. “I think you need a change.”
“Y-you think so?” Massu asked, eyes wide. “I-I dunno…”
Shige hit his forehead. Not another one.
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OWARI.
A/N: Okay, I think I was meaner to Ryo than Shige in this one. Forgive my lameness and lack of real humor. I was just releasing some emotion about Shige’s hair, lol. Not my best, but at least I’m writing~ I will be writing some angst featuring Akame soon…and another chaptered fic featuring RyoShige, too. And then I have some Jincabulary crack lined up too. :] Look for those!
Author: atax0ph0bic
Fandom: JE, NEWS
Pairing: RyoShige, but it's kinda subtle...more NEWS-centric?
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crack, Humor
Warnings: Drunk!Shige=Stupid!Shige
Disclaimer: Yeah. Like that’s actually going to happen. Johnny’s reeeeaaaally possessive of his boys.
Summary: Drabble. There are a lot of things Shige knows he can listen to Ryo about in order to improve his look for the fans. Haircuts, for one. Clothes, another. But maybe he should have seen the signs about Ryo and dye jobs… 1097 words.
A/N: I’m poking a little fun at Shige for his dye job as seen in Myojo 09/08, which hurts my heart a LOT. Read at your own discretion…? Cuz it’s a bit late and I dunno if I’m making any sense…
--
“Gimmmmmme another one!” Shige said to the bartender a bit too loudly as he slammed his glass down on the countertop. He leaned against his upraised arm, staring at Ryo, who lolled about in the seat next to him, tinkering a bit with one of his many empty glasses.
Maybe getting drunk out of one’s mind wasn’t the best thing to do when they had a photo shoot the next day. But he could never say no to an outing with only Ryo. And he had a feeling it was going to be his downfall. That was Shige’s last coherent thought before he was handed another glass.
“You dun lissssten to me enough, S-Shiiige,” Ryo slurred. He propped himself on his elbows, and looked at the younger man through cloudy eyes. Shige downed his next glass before wiping his lip and giving the man a response.
“Huh?”
“You need to take my advice more often,” he managed more coherently. He reached out and grabbed a tip of Shige’s slightly outgrown tips. “I made you every girl’s wet dream with one haircut, didn’t I? Why don’t you listen to me more?”
“Uhhhh…” Shige drew a blank, even though somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew where this was going. “Well…don’t I take your tips on my clothes occasionally?”
“THAT’S NOT ENOUGH.” There was a sudden spark in his eye. “Okay, we’re going to play rock paper scissors. If you lose, you have to do something new to your hair. On my conditions.”
Shige sighed, and nodded. What could go wrong? “Okay, then. Best out of three?”
Their first round, from what Shige could figure out through his blurry vision, went to him-rock and paper. But then the second round went awry. Ryo won with scissors. In a bit of blotchy excitement, the two threw their hands out for the last round. Ryo won, of course. So Shige conceded defeat.
“What do you want me to do,” Shige didn’t even bother to question Ryo and rubbed his hair into a pile of disarray. Ryo’s evil smile came out of nowhere.
“Let’s get some bleach from the drug store,” he stated calculatingly.
--
Massu and Tegoshi were practicing their latest dance moves for their upcoming single while Yamapi was dozing on the couch, somehow balancing the tea that Koyama was pouring him. Ryo stumbled into the room, leaving behind a trail of misplaced furniture on his way into the NEWS dressing room. “Koyama. I need some aspirin,” Ryo said as he slumped into the couch next to Yamapi.
“Hai, hai~” Koyama flailed about the room, looking through the cabinets for some of the medication. Shige entered the room, looking down and hair covered underneath his hoodie. “Ah, Shige, do you think you need some aspirin too? Ryo-“ Koyama stopped short, mouth agape.
“Koyama! What’s taking so long?!” Ryo snapped and turned around to chastise him a bit more before noticing Shige.
“Shige! What have you done to your hair?” Tegoshi asked in horror. Koyama and he rushed over, mussing up his hair to see if it was maybe just a wig. Shige sighed, shrinking into himself in embarrassment. He was blond. A horrifying blond. And right before a Myojo photo shoot in an hour, too.
“Wow,” Ryo said. “I didn’t think it’d come out that color…”
Massu let out a long whistle. “Well, at least you don’t look scary like Ryo did a few months ago,” he commented, smiling as brightly as ever. Ryo shot a glare at him; though he paid no attention, choosing instead to take an interest in his midmorning snack.
“I shouldn’t have drunk so many shots,” Shige muttered. “Then maybe I could have had the sense to not listen to Ryo on this one.”
“There, there, Shige,” Koyama cooed. “We can fix it after the photo shoot!”
Shige continued his rant, hitting himself on his head. “We all know he’s a disaster case when it comes to dye jobs. What the hell was I thinking?!”
“HEY!” Shige was too busy being drowned in self-pity to notice the slowly raging Ryo. Before Ryo could manage to get up and smack Shige upside the head, the manager entered their room.
“Okay, guys, time to make our way to the shoot’s location,” he said, taking a once over at the besotted young man and shaking his head knowingly. He gave Shige a “you, too, huh?” look before ushering out the door.
Yamapi yawned slightly before coming up to the younger man and patting him on the shoulder. “Don’t mind, don’t mind. Let’s just do our best at this photo shoot, ne?”
Shige nodded, resigned. Maybe he could manage a smile. He was pretty good at faking them at this point, anyways.
The rest of NEWS left the room, chattering about as Tegoshi asked the manager to make an appointment for Shige to go to a hair stylist that day, leaving a seething Ryo behind.
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Shige stared at the mirror and turned side to side, extremely relieved that it looked presentable again. Ryo entered the room, in slightly better spirits after watching the photographer’s amusing reactions to the younger man’s blond hair. He had done a good job and looked good, like always, so he felt more accomplished than bitter at everyone’s comments that morning.
“So the world gets to see you blonde for one issue,” Ryo teased lightly, tugging at Shige’s hair as he stood next to him. Shige frowned, remembering that everyone got to see his moment of incredible stupidity. Great.
“I’m not taking ANY of your advice from now on,” Shige said bitterly, crossing his arms grumpily.
“Aw, come on, it’s not THAT big a deal,” Ryo said, amused. “Now the NEWS tally for those who’ve gone blond is five. You’re not alone.”
Shige shrugged, spirits slightly lifted. It was true. “Hmmm, I think I’ll post a picture of each of us as a blonde on the mirror then,” he mused. “Then maybe we’ll be smart not to make that mistake again.”
Ryo punched him in the arm. “Hardy har har.”
Massu came into the room, munching on some carrots happily. Ryo grinned a bit too menacingly, his calculating look plastered on his face once again. Shige looked at the future victim and back at Ryo, his eyes widening. “Don’t-“
“Hey, Massu! Don’t you think it’s time you lightened your hair to blonde?” Ryo yelled across the room. “I think you need a change.”
“Y-you think so?” Massu asked, eyes wide. “I-I dunno…”
Shige hit his forehead. Not another one.
--
OWARI.
A/N: Okay, I think I was meaner to Ryo than Shige in this one. Forgive my lameness and lack of real humor. I was just releasing some emotion about Shige’s hair, lol. Not my best, but at least I’m writing~ I will be writing some angst featuring Akame soon…and another chaptered fic featuring RyoShige, too. And then I have some Jincabulary crack lined up too. :] Look for those!