JE/NewS- "Mind Control (Or Five Times Ryo and Shige Wake Up and Can’t Remember What Happened)"
Title: Mind Control (Or Five Times Ryo and Shige Wake Up and Can’t Remember What Happened)
Universe: JE/NewS
Theme/Topic: Ryo and Shige do whatever Tegoshi wants.
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing/s: NewS (implied RyoxTegoshixShige)
Warnings/Spoilers: Crack, OOC, stupid. Also, ridiculously out of order timeline.
Word Count: 2,683
Summary: LOL Sort of mousapelli’s request from her comments in “Hey, You Kind of Look Like a Pop Star (or Really Pretty Bait)”- You don’t have to break down the walls to get in if someone leaves the front door wide open.
Dedication: mousapelli- SORRY MY PROMPT WAS SO HARD, here’s me trying to reciprocate and failing. Also special thanks to ryu_no_sora for the translations that make me feel like I’m actually working canon in sometimes. XD
A/N: God I am so made of fail in my writing lately, I don’t know what it is. Hopefully I can get this extra stupid out of my system fast and go back to my you know, normal stupid. WHY IS THIS SO UNFUNNY. Because I didn't spend enough time on it.
Disclaimer: No harm is meant by this!
1.
The first time it happens Shige thinks that maybe it’s a dream; one minute he’s arguing with Tegoshi about how they’re the same age and how that means that they should split the bill equally, and the next he’s waking up in the train car on the way home while Tegoshi leans against his shoulder contentedly, blabbering happily away about how Shige’s such a nice senpai and that he’s really glad that they’re in the same group because Shige’s cool and can take care of him and can teach him all the things he doesn’t know about being an idol yet.
“Buh?” Shige blurts, terminally un-cool in that moment, and blinks blearily down at Tegoshi.
“Shige!” Tegoshi chirps, “Thanks again for buying me dinner!” He absolutely glows when he says it and Shige finds himself blushing and muttering, “No problem,” under his breath automatically, even though he’s not sure what happened between then and now and how much dinner must have cost him.
But even if it is kind of weird, he doesn’t really let himself think about it for too long at first, because it’s easier to chalk it all up to him being tired and overworked and not at the top of his game tonight. He theorizes that he just let his guard down for a moment after a long day; maybe Tegoshi blinded him with one of those cute smiles of his when Shige wasn’t ready for it. That was probably it.
There’s one of those in every group, his senpai tell him. The cute ones. It’s only natural.
So the first time it happens, Shige doesn’t think much about it.
2.
The first time it happens to Ryo it’s while he’s griping about how he doesn’t want to be in NewS; he complains that it’s like babysitting a bunch of retarded kids who aren’t even cute and why are he and Uchi and Pi stuck with a bunch of agency toddlers anyway?
One moment, he’s in the middle of a particularly inspired speech involving Tegoshi’s bad fashion sense and the next, everything turns a brilliant, blinding white.
When Ryo opens his eyes again he’s in the middle of Shibuya with Tegoshi, picking the younger boy something decent to wear.
“Tego-nyan,” he hears himself say, without knowing why, “Try these on.”
Tegoshi bounces up to him and smiles shyly. “Eh, Nishikido-kun really thinks I could wear something like this?” he asks, full of awe and sweetness.
“Try it on,” Ryo pushes automatically, and hands Tegoshi the hangers without saying anything derisive at all.
He notices that his head hurts a little as he waits for Tegoshi to finish changing and he wonders what happened; he knows that the multiple weekly shinkansen trips are hell on his internal clock but he hadn’t thought it would go this bad this quickly. When he checks his watch it’s four pm and he’s pretty sure the last thing he remembers is being back at the studio during lunchtime.
“Maybe I’m getting sick,” he says to himself, just as Tegoshi comes out of the dressing room wearing what Ryo had picked out for him.
“Eh? You’re sick?” Tegoshi asks, looking genuinely worried. His face falls a little. “Maybe we should stop then…”
“No, I’m fine,” Ryo hastens to answer, ignoring the weird ache at the base of his skull and looking Tegoshi over critically instead. He sighs. “Straighten your shirt, but don’t button it all the way,” he instructs haughtily, and when Tegoshi just gives him a blank, helpless look in response, he very nearly rolls his eyes (but mysteriously doesn’t) before reaching out and fixing it for the kid.
When he’s done he takes a step backwards and smiles at his handiwork; he supposes that Tegoshi is cute enough by himself in that “Oh look, a five year old” kind of way, but with some expert advice (i.e. his), Ryo realizes that maybe he can be a real idol one day after all.
“C’mon,” he says, pushing Tegoshi back into the fitting room, “Get out of those so we can pay. Next we’ll go find you some shoes that aren’t for tennis.”
Tegoshi manages a shy, happy smile over his shoulder. “Okay!” he says, and disappears back into the changing room while Ryo waits. Patiently.
“Weird,” Ryo mutters to himself in the meantime, and touches his forehead in search of fever or clamminess.
Nothing.
“Huh.”
The first time it happens, Ryo chalks it up to some sort of weird shinkansen-induced form of jetlag; he goes to sleep extra early that night to make up for it, and as he drifts off, he absently congratulates himself on the successful first steps of Tegoshi’s complete makeover.
He thinks that maybe the kid has potential after all.
3.
The second time it happens Shige thinks something is definitely weird; he’s too young to be going senile already and he’s pretty sure that he would never willingly agree to give up more potential solos given that he never really gets any of them in the first place.
Yet here they are.
Tegoshi sits across from Shige as Shige holds his guitar and pens the final touches of a melody for their song; Tegoshi gives advice here or there on how he thinks it would sound if they broadened the range, or changed the key to a higher one after the bridge.
“It should go up to here,” Tegoshi suggests, pointing to the first lines of the chorus.
“That’s out of my range!” Shige complains, and is fairly certain that ten minutes ago, the song had been in his range. But then again, it had also been a duet ten minutes ago, too.
“But it'll sound so pretty like that,” Tegoshi sighs, smiling dreamily at Shige.
Shige blinks back, and for a second, forgets what he’d been about to say. Something about how he can’t sing that high and that they should just go with his original idea.
Instead, he hears himself say, “Well, let’s run through it and see what sounds better.”
“Sure!” Tegoshi agrees, and hums the notes while Shige plays them.
After Shige hears Tegoshi’s suggested adjustments sung in Tegoshi’s voice, he sighs helplessly and pens them onto the paper score while Tegoshi laughs and looks delighted. “This will be a really great song, ne, Shige!” he says.
When they perform it on stage some time later, Shige somehow ends up singing backup vocals to a song he composed himself.
He doesn’t know how it got from there to here, but he’s beginning to suspect that something about it is unnatural.
4.
The second time it happens to Ryo it’s while he’s sitting on the couch by himself after lunch; he blinks and then it’s suddenly an hour later. He has a lapful of Tegoshi suddenly too, and that old, unexplainable ache at the base of his skull is back again. He blinks, almost instinctively pushes the younger boy off of him, and then stops dead when he looks into Tegoshi’s eyes.
“Ryo-tan is warm,” Tegoshi murmurs sweetly, and Ryo kind of just stares back at him for a moment before Tegoshi beams and settles in more comfortably.
“Uh,” Ryo says, because he can’t really think of any other way to respond. Koyama walks in five minutes later and is promptly sent into raptures at the sight of them on the couch like that.
“Member-ai!” he crows, looking touched.
Tegoshi smiles back at Koyama. “Ryo-tan is nice,” he says, and poses with a V-sign when the oldest member stops to take a picture of the two of them with his cell phone.
“It’s so cute!” Koyama cites, happily.
Ryo touches his own forehead and hopes he isn’t sick again; even though the last time this happened was a while ago, he worries that it’s some sort of brain cancer or something.
Though when he sees Koyama’s picture later, in an E-mail attachment to everyone in the group, he kind of has to agree (reluctantly) that yes, it is pretty cute.
“It’s kind of ridiculous how this doesn’t seem strange to anyone at all,” Uchi muses, looking at the picture sideways. “Isn’t it natural to be weirded out when you see a guy in another guy’s lap? Why aren’t any of us weirded out by this?”
Ryo ignores him, touching his own forehead again. “Oi,” he says, tapping Uchi after a moment, “does my head feel hot?”
Uchi gives him a weird look.
5.
The third time it happens to Shige, Shige realizes it can’t be a fluke.
“Let’s go to Hawaii!” Koyama had chirped one day, brandishing a vacation pamphlet in Shige’s face enthusiastically. “This weekend! Let’s definitely go, Shige!”
“But we have work on Monday,” Shige had reminded him, “What’s the point of going on a three day trip out of the country?”
Koyama had pouted, “It’ll be fun! Relaxing! Just the two of us, ne.”
“Fine, let me run it by my parents.”
“Yay!”
And so they’d spent the better part of the week planning it all out, to the point where Shige had been pretty excited about it too.
The next thing he remembers after that is waking up on the plane with Tegoshi’s head pillowed on his shoulder.
“What?” he mutters, disoriented as he sits up. That familiar dull throbbing at the back of his head is back, and when he moves, Tegoshi makes a discontented noise and curls closer.
“Shhh,” Koyama urges, looking at Shige over Tegoshi’s head. “You’ll wake him.”
“Why is he here?” Shige hisses, plainly confused.
Koyama gives him a worried look. “Because you invited him at the last minute.” Pause. “You even helped me pack his suitcase, ne.” Another, longer pause. “Are you okay, Shige?”
Shige stares.
Then, “Something weird is going on here!”
“Shhh!” Koyama hushes again, “You’ll wake him.”
Shige sinks down into his seat and tries to figure out what happened over the last few hours. For the life of him, he can't remember.
Tegoshi sleeps the whole way there.
6.
The next time it happens to Ryo is when Shige makes the connection; it’s while he’s reading Ryo’s blog and comes across an entry that talks about how Ryo had wanted to go to a concert with Subaru during his day off, but had ended up taking Tegoshi instead for whatever reason, unknown to him. The fact of the matter is that Shige knows exactly what that’s like, to have plans and then suddenly wake up and realize that they’ve been changed because Tegoshi is there instead, smiling and chattering happily while you have no idea what’s going on anymore.
He writes Ryo an E-mail after the entry goes up; “Did you have a headache after the concert?” he asks, trying to be subtle.
Ryo’s response is typical for Ryo; “You’re a headache,” it says, and nothing more.
Even still, Shige decides to take it as a yes.
7.
The fourth time it happens, it happens to both of them at the same time.
“I think Tegoshi is mind controlling us,” Shige tells Ryo when they see each other again, and earns himself a weird look.
“Great, the smart one became stupid while we were apart,” Ryo sighs. “Now what talent do you have left to talk about in interviews?”
Shige scowls. “I mean it. He’s doing something weird to us. Since the group formed there has been at least three flagrant incidents where I said something, blacked out, and woke up doing exactly what I hadn’t planned on doing. That’s what happened to you last week, right? With the concert and Subaru-kun?”
Ryo blinks, not responding right away. Shige looks triumphant. “Right?”
Ryo makes a face. “Tego-nyan can’t do that,” he says. “That whole God thing he’s always going on about is just his idea of a joke; no one has abilities like that in the real world, stupid.”
Shige crosses his arms. “Then tell me you completely believe that it’s just my imagination and that these are all coincidences after all.”
“It’s not your imagination, it’s your crazy,” Ryo snaps, though he looks like he’s getting more and more freaked out the more Shige talks about this and the more he has to think about it.
“I’m not crazy!” Shige rejoins. “You’re thinking about it right now too, and it’s all starting to make sense. I can tell.”
Ryo’s eyes narrow. “I’m thinking about what a psycho you are,” he insists.
Tegoshi bounces into the dressing room right at that moment, and sees them at each other’s throats. “Eh, Shige and Ryo-tan are getting closer, ne?” he murmurs thoughtfully, around a crooked, knowing smile. “I’m so glad!”
“Glad about what?” Yamapi asks, walking into the room right behind Tegoshi.
Tegoshi turns and beams at him. “NewS is getting closer!!”
Yamapi smiles back. “Great!”
“I am not getting closer to Shige,” Ryo wants to argue, except he can’t.
Because he’s suddenly not in the dressing room anymore; instead he’s waking up in his own bed at eight the following morning. Shige is there too, naked and drooling on his shoulder.
Ryo promptly screams.
8.
“He’s mind controlling us,” Ryo manages shakily some time later, as the two of them sit, huddled on opposite sides of Ryo’s bed with their knees up against their chests. The backs of Ryo’s thighs are disturbingly sore and there is a distinct lack of hangover symptoms that tells him whatever happened last night between he and Shige cannot be conveniently explained away by alcohol. “He has to be mind controlling us. Is that even possible?”
“Do you have aspirin?” Shige asks, voice small from where he is hidden under Ryo’s comforter, too mortified to come out.
It’s actually kind of cute, and under normal circumstances Ryo would probably tease him about it or something, but as it is, he has a headache too, and distinctly feels like he needs to take a shower. A long one.
So instead of teasing, he stands and silently heads to the door in search of aspirin while Shige peeks after him from inside his cocoon of blankets, not quite sure what else to say about what may or may not have happened between the two of them last night.
As it turns out, he doesn’t have to say anything after all, because when Ryo opens the bedroom door Tegoshi is standing in the hallway, wearing Ryo’s bathrobe and towel drying his hair nonchalantly.
“Oh, you’re up!” Tegoshi chirps, smiling guilelessly at them. His skin glows from the hot shower he must have just finished, cheeks flushed pink and fresh smelling. Ryo swallows unconsciously.
Tegoshi doesn’t notice, stepping forward to press a casual kiss to the corner of Ryo’s mouth. “Jaa…let’s go get breakfast together, ne?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer before he lets the bathrobe slip onto the floor, padding around the room to gather his clothes.
Ryo and Shige look at each other.
This time Shige is the one who screams first, and it is the last thing he remembers doing before he blinks and suddenly finds himself at a small cafe some time later-the clock on the wall says ten am- sharing a stack of pancakes with Ryo and Tegoshi.
“Tego-nyan,” Ryo starts, looking just as freaked out about this as Shige is as he comes to as well, “Tego-nyan, are you mind controlling us?”
Tegoshi blinks. “Eh?”
Silence.
Then, laughter. “Ryo-tan is funny early in the morning,” Tegoshi says, and gets whipped cream on the side of his face in the process. Both Shige and Ryo automatically reach for the napkins at the same time, without thinking.
Tegoshi grins when they catch each other’s eyes and pull their hands back instinctively, blushing. “You guys are so cute!” he tells them, fondly.
They both look mortified.
Tegoshi doesn’t notice, or does and doesn’t care. “Though,” he muses aloud, dabbing at the whipped cream on his cheek with his own napkin and looking thoughtful, “hopefully Ryo-tan and Shige will be more comfortable with each other after the next time we do this ne.”
Shige chokes on coffee while Ryo hits his head on the table.
END
EDITS PLZ. Also, I am clearly in some sort of retard slump. -_-;;
Universe: JE/NewS
Theme/Topic: Ryo and Shige do whatever Tegoshi wants.
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing/s: NewS (implied RyoxTegoshixShige)
Warnings/Spoilers: Crack, OOC, stupid. Also, ridiculously out of order timeline.
Word Count: 2,683
Summary: LOL Sort of mousapelli’s request from her comments in “Hey, You Kind of Look Like a Pop Star (or Really Pretty Bait)”- You don’t have to break down the walls to get in if someone leaves the front door wide open.
Dedication: mousapelli- SORRY MY PROMPT WAS SO HARD, here’s me trying to reciprocate and failing. Also special thanks to ryu_no_sora for the translations that make me feel like I’m actually working canon in sometimes. XD
A/N: God I am so made of fail in my writing lately, I don’t know what it is. Hopefully I can get this extra stupid out of my system fast and go back to my you know, normal stupid. WHY IS THIS SO UNFUNNY. Because I didn't spend enough time on it.
Disclaimer: No harm is meant by this!
1.
The first time it happens Shige thinks that maybe it’s a dream; one minute he’s arguing with Tegoshi about how they’re the same age and how that means that they should split the bill equally, and the next he’s waking up in the train car on the way home while Tegoshi leans against his shoulder contentedly, blabbering happily away about how Shige’s such a nice senpai and that he’s really glad that they’re in the same group because Shige’s cool and can take care of him and can teach him all the things he doesn’t know about being an idol yet.
“Buh?” Shige blurts, terminally un-cool in that moment, and blinks blearily down at Tegoshi.
“Shige!” Tegoshi chirps, “Thanks again for buying me dinner!” He absolutely glows when he says it and Shige finds himself blushing and muttering, “No problem,” under his breath automatically, even though he’s not sure what happened between then and now and how much dinner must have cost him.
But even if it is kind of weird, he doesn’t really let himself think about it for too long at first, because it’s easier to chalk it all up to him being tired and overworked and not at the top of his game tonight. He theorizes that he just let his guard down for a moment after a long day; maybe Tegoshi blinded him with one of those cute smiles of his when Shige wasn’t ready for it. That was probably it.
There’s one of those in every group, his senpai tell him. The cute ones. It’s only natural.
So the first time it happens, Shige doesn’t think much about it.
2.
The first time it happens to Ryo it’s while he’s griping about how he doesn’t want to be in NewS; he complains that it’s like babysitting a bunch of retarded kids who aren’t even cute and why are he and Uchi and Pi stuck with a bunch of agency toddlers anyway?
One moment, he’s in the middle of a particularly inspired speech involving Tegoshi’s bad fashion sense and the next, everything turns a brilliant, blinding white.
When Ryo opens his eyes again he’s in the middle of Shibuya with Tegoshi, picking the younger boy something decent to wear.
“Tego-nyan,” he hears himself say, without knowing why, “Try these on.”
Tegoshi bounces up to him and smiles shyly. “Eh, Nishikido-kun really thinks I could wear something like this?” he asks, full of awe and sweetness.
“Try it on,” Ryo pushes automatically, and hands Tegoshi the hangers without saying anything derisive at all.
He notices that his head hurts a little as he waits for Tegoshi to finish changing and he wonders what happened; he knows that the multiple weekly shinkansen trips are hell on his internal clock but he hadn’t thought it would go this bad this quickly. When he checks his watch it’s four pm and he’s pretty sure the last thing he remembers is being back at the studio during lunchtime.
“Maybe I’m getting sick,” he says to himself, just as Tegoshi comes out of the dressing room wearing what Ryo had picked out for him.
“Eh? You’re sick?” Tegoshi asks, looking genuinely worried. His face falls a little. “Maybe we should stop then…”
“No, I’m fine,” Ryo hastens to answer, ignoring the weird ache at the base of his skull and looking Tegoshi over critically instead. He sighs. “Straighten your shirt, but don’t button it all the way,” he instructs haughtily, and when Tegoshi just gives him a blank, helpless look in response, he very nearly rolls his eyes (but mysteriously doesn’t) before reaching out and fixing it for the kid.
When he’s done he takes a step backwards and smiles at his handiwork; he supposes that Tegoshi is cute enough by himself in that “Oh look, a five year old” kind of way, but with some expert advice (i.e. his), Ryo realizes that maybe he can be a real idol one day after all.
“C’mon,” he says, pushing Tegoshi back into the fitting room, “Get out of those so we can pay. Next we’ll go find you some shoes that aren’t for tennis.”
Tegoshi manages a shy, happy smile over his shoulder. “Okay!” he says, and disappears back into the changing room while Ryo waits. Patiently.
“Weird,” Ryo mutters to himself in the meantime, and touches his forehead in search of fever or clamminess.
Nothing.
“Huh.”
The first time it happens, Ryo chalks it up to some sort of weird shinkansen-induced form of jetlag; he goes to sleep extra early that night to make up for it, and as he drifts off, he absently congratulates himself on the successful first steps of Tegoshi’s complete makeover.
He thinks that maybe the kid has potential after all.
3.
The second time it happens Shige thinks something is definitely weird; he’s too young to be going senile already and he’s pretty sure that he would never willingly agree to give up more potential solos given that he never really gets any of them in the first place.
Yet here they are.
Tegoshi sits across from Shige as Shige holds his guitar and pens the final touches of a melody for their song; Tegoshi gives advice here or there on how he thinks it would sound if they broadened the range, or changed the key to a higher one after the bridge.
“It should go up to here,” Tegoshi suggests, pointing to the first lines of the chorus.
“That’s out of my range!” Shige complains, and is fairly certain that ten minutes ago, the song had been in his range. But then again, it had also been a duet ten minutes ago, too.
“But it'll sound so pretty like that,” Tegoshi sighs, smiling dreamily at Shige.
Shige blinks back, and for a second, forgets what he’d been about to say. Something about how he can’t sing that high and that they should just go with his original idea.
Instead, he hears himself say, “Well, let’s run through it and see what sounds better.”
“Sure!” Tegoshi agrees, and hums the notes while Shige plays them.
After Shige hears Tegoshi’s suggested adjustments sung in Tegoshi’s voice, he sighs helplessly and pens them onto the paper score while Tegoshi laughs and looks delighted. “This will be a really great song, ne, Shige!” he says.
When they perform it on stage some time later, Shige somehow ends up singing backup vocals to a song he composed himself.
He doesn’t know how it got from there to here, but he’s beginning to suspect that something about it is unnatural.
4.
The second time it happens to Ryo it’s while he’s sitting on the couch by himself after lunch; he blinks and then it’s suddenly an hour later. He has a lapful of Tegoshi suddenly too, and that old, unexplainable ache at the base of his skull is back again. He blinks, almost instinctively pushes the younger boy off of him, and then stops dead when he looks into Tegoshi’s eyes.
“Ryo-tan is warm,” Tegoshi murmurs sweetly, and Ryo kind of just stares back at him for a moment before Tegoshi beams and settles in more comfortably.
“Uh,” Ryo says, because he can’t really think of any other way to respond. Koyama walks in five minutes later and is promptly sent into raptures at the sight of them on the couch like that.
“Member-ai!” he crows, looking touched.
Tegoshi smiles back at Koyama. “Ryo-tan is nice,” he says, and poses with a V-sign when the oldest member stops to take a picture of the two of them with his cell phone.
“It’s so cute!” Koyama cites, happily.
Ryo touches his own forehead and hopes he isn’t sick again; even though the last time this happened was a while ago, he worries that it’s some sort of brain cancer or something.
Though when he sees Koyama’s picture later, in an E-mail attachment to everyone in the group, he kind of has to agree (reluctantly) that yes, it is pretty cute.
“It’s kind of ridiculous how this doesn’t seem strange to anyone at all,” Uchi muses, looking at the picture sideways. “Isn’t it natural to be weirded out when you see a guy in another guy’s lap? Why aren’t any of us weirded out by this?”
Ryo ignores him, touching his own forehead again. “Oi,” he says, tapping Uchi after a moment, “does my head feel hot?”
Uchi gives him a weird look.
5.
The third time it happens to Shige, Shige realizes it can’t be a fluke.
“Let’s go to Hawaii!” Koyama had chirped one day, brandishing a vacation pamphlet in Shige’s face enthusiastically. “This weekend! Let’s definitely go, Shige!”
“But we have work on Monday,” Shige had reminded him, “What’s the point of going on a three day trip out of the country?”
Koyama had pouted, “It’ll be fun! Relaxing! Just the two of us, ne.”
“Fine, let me run it by my parents.”
“Yay!”
And so they’d spent the better part of the week planning it all out, to the point where Shige had been pretty excited about it too.
The next thing he remembers after that is waking up on the plane with Tegoshi’s head pillowed on his shoulder.
“What?” he mutters, disoriented as he sits up. That familiar dull throbbing at the back of his head is back, and when he moves, Tegoshi makes a discontented noise and curls closer.
“Shhh,” Koyama urges, looking at Shige over Tegoshi’s head. “You’ll wake him.”
“Why is he here?” Shige hisses, plainly confused.
Koyama gives him a worried look. “Because you invited him at the last minute.” Pause. “You even helped me pack his suitcase, ne.” Another, longer pause. “Are you okay, Shige?”
Shige stares.
Then, “Something weird is going on here!”
“Shhh!” Koyama hushes again, “You’ll wake him.”
Shige sinks down into his seat and tries to figure out what happened over the last few hours. For the life of him, he can't remember.
Tegoshi sleeps the whole way there.
6.
The next time it happens to Ryo is when Shige makes the connection; it’s while he’s reading Ryo’s blog and comes across an entry that talks about how Ryo had wanted to go to a concert with Subaru during his day off, but had ended up taking Tegoshi instead for whatever reason, unknown to him. The fact of the matter is that Shige knows exactly what that’s like, to have plans and then suddenly wake up and realize that they’ve been changed because Tegoshi is there instead, smiling and chattering happily while you have no idea what’s going on anymore.
He writes Ryo an E-mail after the entry goes up; “Did you have a headache after the concert?” he asks, trying to be subtle.
Ryo’s response is typical for Ryo; “You’re a headache,” it says, and nothing more.
Even still, Shige decides to take it as a yes.
7.
The fourth time it happens, it happens to both of them at the same time.
“I think Tegoshi is mind controlling us,” Shige tells Ryo when they see each other again, and earns himself a weird look.
“Great, the smart one became stupid while we were apart,” Ryo sighs. “Now what talent do you have left to talk about in interviews?”
Shige scowls. “I mean it. He’s doing something weird to us. Since the group formed there has been at least three flagrant incidents where I said something, blacked out, and woke up doing exactly what I hadn’t planned on doing. That’s what happened to you last week, right? With the concert and Subaru-kun?”
Ryo blinks, not responding right away. Shige looks triumphant. “Right?”
Ryo makes a face. “Tego-nyan can’t do that,” he says. “That whole God thing he’s always going on about is just his idea of a joke; no one has abilities like that in the real world, stupid.”
Shige crosses his arms. “Then tell me you completely believe that it’s just my imagination and that these are all coincidences after all.”
“It’s not your imagination, it’s your crazy,” Ryo snaps, though he looks like he’s getting more and more freaked out the more Shige talks about this and the more he has to think about it.
“I’m not crazy!” Shige rejoins. “You’re thinking about it right now too, and it’s all starting to make sense. I can tell.”
Ryo’s eyes narrow. “I’m thinking about what a psycho you are,” he insists.
Tegoshi bounces into the dressing room right at that moment, and sees them at each other’s throats. “Eh, Shige and Ryo-tan are getting closer, ne?” he murmurs thoughtfully, around a crooked, knowing smile. “I’m so glad!”
“Glad about what?” Yamapi asks, walking into the room right behind Tegoshi.
Tegoshi turns and beams at him. “NewS is getting closer!!”
Yamapi smiles back. “Great!”
“I am not getting closer to Shige,” Ryo wants to argue, except he can’t.
Because he’s suddenly not in the dressing room anymore; instead he’s waking up in his own bed at eight the following morning. Shige is there too, naked and drooling on his shoulder.
Ryo promptly screams.
8.
“He’s mind controlling us,” Ryo manages shakily some time later, as the two of them sit, huddled on opposite sides of Ryo’s bed with their knees up against their chests. The backs of Ryo’s thighs are disturbingly sore and there is a distinct lack of hangover symptoms that tells him whatever happened last night between he and Shige cannot be conveniently explained away by alcohol. “He has to be mind controlling us. Is that even possible?”
“Do you have aspirin?” Shige asks, voice small from where he is hidden under Ryo’s comforter, too mortified to come out.
It’s actually kind of cute, and under normal circumstances Ryo would probably tease him about it or something, but as it is, he has a headache too, and distinctly feels like he needs to take a shower. A long one.
So instead of teasing, he stands and silently heads to the door in search of aspirin while Shige peeks after him from inside his cocoon of blankets, not quite sure what else to say about what may or may not have happened between the two of them last night.
As it turns out, he doesn’t have to say anything after all, because when Ryo opens the bedroom door Tegoshi is standing in the hallway, wearing Ryo’s bathrobe and towel drying his hair nonchalantly.
“Oh, you’re up!” Tegoshi chirps, smiling guilelessly at them. His skin glows from the hot shower he must have just finished, cheeks flushed pink and fresh smelling. Ryo swallows unconsciously.
Tegoshi doesn’t notice, stepping forward to press a casual kiss to the corner of Ryo’s mouth. “Jaa…let’s go get breakfast together, ne?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer before he lets the bathrobe slip onto the floor, padding around the room to gather his clothes.
Ryo and Shige look at each other.
This time Shige is the one who screams first, and it is the last thing he remembers doing before he blinks and suddenly finds himself at a small cafe some time later-the clock on the wall says ten am- sharing a stack of pancakes with Ryo and Tegoshi.
“Tego-nyan,” Ryo starts, looking just as freaked out about this as Shige is as he comes to as well, “Tego-nyan, are you mind controlling us?”
Tegoshi blinks. “Eh?”
Silence.
Then, laughter. “Ryo-tan is funny early in the morning,” Tegoshi says, and gets whipped cream on the side of his face in the process. Both Shige and Ryo automatically reach for the napkins at the same time, without thinking.
Tegoshi grins when they catch each other’s eyes and pull their hands back instinctively, blushing. “You guys are so cute!” he tells them, fondly.
They both look mortified.
Tegoshi doesn’t notice, or does and doesn’t care. “Though,” he muses aloud, dabbing at the whipped cream on his cheek with his own napkin and looking thoughtful, “hopefully Ryo-tan and Shige will be more comfortable with each other after the next time we do this ne.”
Shige chokes on coffee while Ryo hits his head on the table.
END
EDITS PLZ. Also, I am clearly in some sort of retard slump. -_-;;