[fic] It started with a Kiss - Jinno
Title: It started with a Kiss.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jinno as Miroku and Bidou
Summary: Miroku has a problem with Bidou's popularity.
Notes: Wrote this way back when Yukan first aired but never got around to posting it. Also made a little audio file to go with it. So for all those with a dirty mind, click here after the story XDDD
It all started during lunch time.
As per usual, the boys and girls of St. President Private Academy lined up outside their door, waiting for Seishirou's permission to enter and present their gifts and love letters to their admired ones. It was a routine thing, as they had all been the subject of popularity since the beginning.
But today, Miroku seemed on a sharp edge.
The admirers flooded in at their usual time, showering Karen with flowers, Yuri with food, and Bidou with...well, whatever they showered Bidou with.
The first thing they noticed was the tapping feet. Miroku never tapped his feet unless he was playing the guitar or devising plans of world destruction. And it was obvious which as there was no guitar in Miroku's hand.
The second thing they noticed was the intense glare that Miroku only used when he was extremely displeased.
The third thing they noticed was that Miroku's intense glare was directed at Bidou.
They all knew how irritating Bidou could be. His playboy attitude and almost clueless manner had been a source of distaste to many of them, but they had long accustomed themselves to Bidou's personality and had come to endear it.
Apparently Miroku didn't share the same sentiment.
Bidou looked uneasy, knowing full well that he was being glared at.
The moment, however, he granted one lucky girl a kiss on the cheek, Miroku lost it.
It was a whirlwind of shouting and flying of things and the scattering of the student body thinking that something was horribly wrong with their Student Body Vice President because he was getting all worked up over a kiss.
*sigh*
Seishirou looked up and frowned at the boy looking forlornly out the window, reminding Seishirou of a cheesy movie scene. He heard Noriko snicker and Karen giggle. Apparently girls enjoyed these kinds of things. Which, to Seishirou, made no sense at all.
*sigh*
It was really staring to irritate him, all this sighing and he could see that it was starting to affect his game with Noriko. "Bidou, could you keep your sighing to yourself?"
"Fine. I'll go somewhere else and be beautiful." Before Seishirou could ask how sighing and being beautiful had anything to do with each other, Bidou was out the door, leaving Noriko and Yoko to their game.
Ten minutes of blessed silence later, Miroku stormed in with a snacking Yuri behind him. Yuri took her usual seat on the table, while Miroku went straight for the seat Bidou had just vacated, plopping himself down and sighing with a deep frown on his face.
*sigh*
Seishirou was beginning to think that all his games with Noriko was cursed somehow, because unlike his female counterpart, he was very easily distracted by things around him.
*sigh*
"Miroku."
"It's not my fault, it's Yuri's" was the instant reply along with the shout of protest from Yuri's stuffed mouth.
"You're the one sighing."
"I am not sighing."
Seishirou rolled his eyes. "Go and talk to Bidou before I put both of you in a position that you're not going to like."
"No."
"Wuss." That one was from Yuri, who stuck her tongue at Miroku and continued to eat.
"I am not a wuss!"
"Then maybe you should stop being one and go talk to your lover boy."
"BIDOU IS NOT MY LOVERBOY." Miroku's firm capitalized remark echoed between silent snickers and he sighed one more time before standing up. "Fine. I'm leaving. Apparently I was wrong about you guys being my friends."
Seishirou sighed his own sigh as Miroku stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. "Is it just me, or are they having relationship problems?"
***
Miroku huffed and puffed, but before he could blow the entire school down with a carefully placed bomb, he bumped into Bidou.
Well, more than just bumped in him. It was more like a collision of two very healthy grown boys which ended in both of them landing flat on their rear parts.
"Watch where you're going!" Bidou hissed, clearly pissy about something.
"Why don't you watch where you're going?!" Miroku yelled back, also pissy about something. That something being the boy that was standing and dusting his rear.
"You're the one who slammed into me!" Bidou shouted back after he had confirmed that his very perfect behind was still perfect.
"Shut up, you're the one who slammed into me!" Miroku didn't bother to check his rear, because he didn't really care about stuff like that as much as Bidou did. "Maybe you should get your eyes checked because not only are you slamming into me, you're slamming your face into every girl you meet!"
"I do not 'slam' my face into every girl I meet!" Bidou protested loudly. "Besides, what's it to you if I slam my face into girls' ones anyway?!"
"Because the only face you should be slamming into is mine!" Miroku shouted before he could stop himself. His hands went to his mouth and his eyes widened.
Bidou's own mouth went slack and eyes widened into saucers before turning into those watered puppy eyes that Bidou got whenever he felt touched about something. He flung himself at Miroku, who had, unfortunately, not checked his rear end therefore not knowing that his pants had gotten caught on a nearby bush, consequently leading to his inability to duck out of Bidou's massive glomp of doom, leading to them becoming a pile of boy limbs on the ground.
"Bidou, you're such a dork." Miroku said when the dust finally settled and Bidou had comfortably settled on Miroku's chest, smilin happily.
"I am not a whale's penis, Miroku."
"And an idiot." Miroku rolled his eyes and, before Bidou could protest, pulled the blond in for a kiss. "But I love you nonetheless."
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jinno as Miroku and Bidou
Summary: Miroku has a problem with Bidou's popularity.
Notes: Wrote this way back when Yukan first aired but never got around to posting it. Also made a little audio file to go with it. So for all those with a dirty mind, click here after the story XDDD
It all started during lunch time.
As per usual, the boys and girls of St. President Private Academy lined up outside their door, waiting for Seishirou's permission to enter and present their gifts and love letters to their admired ones. It was a routine thing, as they had all been the subject of popularity since the beginning.
But today, Miroku seemed on a sharp edge.
The admirers flooded in at their usual time, showering Karen with flowers, Yuri with food, and Bidou with...well, whatever they showered Bidou with.
The first thing they noticed was the tapping feet. Miroku never tapped his feet unless he was playing the guitar or devising plans of world destruction. And it was obvious which as there was no guitar in Miroku's hand.
The second thing they noticed was the intense glare that Miroku only used when he was extremely displeased.
The third thing they noticed was that Miroku's intense glare was directed at Bidou.
They all knew how irritating Bidou could be. His playboy attitude and almost clueless manner had been a source of distaste to many of them, but they had long accustomed themselves to Bidou's personality and had come to endear it.
Apparently Miroku didn't share the same sentiment.
Bidou looked uneasy, knowing full well that he was being glared at.
The moment, however, he granted one lucky girl a kiss on the cheek, Miroku lost it.
It was a whirlwind of shouting and flying of things and the scattering of the student body thinking that something was horribly wrong with their Student Body Vice President because he was getting all worked up over a kiss.
*sigh*
Seishirou looked up and frowned at the boy looking forlornly out the window, reminding Seishirou of a cheesy movie scene. He heard Noriko snicker and Karen giggle. Apparently girls enjoyed these kinds of things. Which, to Seishirou, made no sense at all.
*sigh*
It was really staring to irritate him, all this sighing and he could see that it was starting to affect his game with Noriko. "Bidou, could you keep your sighing to yourself?"
"Fine. I'll go somewhere else and be beautiful." Before Seishirou could ask how sighing and being beautiful had anything to do with each other, Bidou was out the door, leaving Noriko and Yoko to their game.
Ten minutes of blessed silence later, Miroku stormed in with a snacking Yuri behind him. Yuri took her usual seat on the table, while Miroku went straight for the seat Bidou had just vacated, plopping himself down and sighing with a deep frown on his face.
*sigh*
Seishirou was beginning to think that all his games with Noriko was cursed somehow, because unlike his female counterpart, he was very easily distracted by things around him.
*sigh*
"Miroku."
"It's not my fault, it's Yuri's" was the instant reply along with the shout of protest from Yuri's stuffed mouth.
"You're the one sighing."
"I am not sighing."
Seishirou rolled his eyes. "Go and talk to Bidou before I put both of you in a position that you're not going to like."
"No."
"Wuss." That one was from Yuri, who stuck her tongue at Miroku and continued to eat.
"I am not a wuss!"
"Then maybe you should stop being one and go talk to your lover boy."
"BIDOU IS NOT MY LOVERBOY." Miroku's firm capitalized remark echoed between silent snickers and he sighed one more time before standing up. "Fine. I'm leaving. Apparently I was wrong about you guys being my friends."
Seishirou sighed his own sigh as Miroku stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. "Is it just me, or are they having relationship problems?"
***
Miroku huffed and puffed, but before he could blow the entire school down with a carefully placed bomb, he bumped into Bidou.
Well, more than just bumped in him. It was more like a collision of two very healthy grown boys which ended in both of them landing flat on their rear parts.
"Watch where you're going!" Bidou hissed, clearly pissy about something.
"Why don't you watch where you're going?!" Miroku yelled back, also pissy about something. That something being the boy that was standing and dusting his rear.
"You're the one who slammed into me!" Bidou shouted back after he had confirmed that his very perfect behind was still perfect.
"Shut up, you're the one who slammed into me!" Miroku didn't bother to check his rear, because he didn't really care about stuff like that as much as Bidou did. "Maybe you should get your eyes checked because not only are you slamming into me, you're slamming your face into every girl you meet!"
"I do not 'slam' my face into every girl I meet!" Bidou protested loudly. "Besides, what's it to you if I slam my face into girls' ones anyway?!"
"Because the only face you should be slamming into is mine!" Miroku shouted before he could stop himself. His hands went to his mouth and his eyes widened.
Bidou's own mouth went slack and eyes widened into saucers before turning into those watered puppy eyes that Bidou got whenever he felt touched about something. He flung himself at Miroku, who had, unfortunately, not checked his rear end therefore not knowing that his pants had gotten caught on a nearby bush, consequently leading to his inability to duck out of Bidou's massive glomp of doom, leading to them becoming a pile of boy limbs on the ground.
"Bidou, you're such a dork." Miroku said when the dust finally settled and Bidou had comfortably settled on Miroku's chest, smilin happily.
"I am not a whale's penis, Miroku."
"And an idiot." Miroku rolled his eyes and, before Bidou could protest, pulled the blond in for a kiss. "But I love you nonetheless."