NewS Drabble Dump #18
Title: Nerd
Theme/Topic: N/A
Rating: G
Character/Pairing/s: Shige, Tegoshi (and some nameless faceless juniors because that is what they are to me. You can fill in the blanks as to who they are yourself if you want to.)
Warnings/Spoilers: confusing words?
Word Count: 620
Summary: Shige is smart.
Dedication: koneho, because clearly, making the Dean's list doesn't mean only lefties are smart, mmmkay. Congrats, BB. XD
A/N: I should have written Kusano’s birthday story, but honestly, I got nothing. LOL I’ll think on it some more.
“Hey Shige,” one of the random high-school aged juniors who dances backup for NEWS asks one afternoon, as he and a friend find Kato studying for winter semester finals backstage between concerts. Tegoshi is there too, but he’s sitting on the couch with his headphones on, bopping his head to whatever it is he’s listening to and not paying attention to the rest of the world at all (despite obviously having his own finals to study for as well).
Shige pauses and glances up from his textbook when he suddenly hears his name get called; when he sees that it’s two of his kouhai, he somehow manages to look down his glasses at them even though he’s the one who’s sitting. “What? I’m busy. And use proper honorifics, were you raised in a jungle or something?”
“Quick question,” junior number one promises, ignoring the honorifics thing. “What’s the definition of a wave function?”
Shige blinks. Looks thoughtful.
After a moment junior number two grows impatient and moves to say something, but before he can, Shige makes a bored face and replies: “A wave function is either a complex vector with finitely many components, a complex vector with infinitely many components, or a complex function of one or more real variables, which is, in other words, a continuously indexed complex vector. If you’re looking for a more simple definition than that then it’s just a mathematical tool used in quantum mechanics to describe any physical system. Though for the record, just because its definition is simple doesn’t mean its use is equally as simple. Especially because it’s mostly used as a property of particles that relates to their wave-particle duality, where it’s denoted as ψ and where | ψ | 2 is equal to the chance of finding something like an atom at a certain time and position.”
Silence.
Then, junior number two finally speaks up. “Oh my god, isn’t he a law student? How does he even know that? What kind of humanities student even needs to know that in this day and age?” he mutters disbelievingly, while his friend just looks on knowingly.
Shige is confused; he wonders why they’re asking him the question in the first place if they don’t need to know the answer.
He finds out a few seconds later, and when he does, immediately wishes that he hadn't.
Because at that moment, junior number one turns to his friend and holds out his hand expectantly. “See? Just because you debut doesn’t automatically mean you’re going to be popular with girls.”
Junior number two sighs before looking at Shige like somehow, Shige has greatly disappointed him.
Then he grudgingly hands junior number one a five thousand yen note, and the two of them turn around to go to lunch without another word.
“Hey!” Shige shouts after them, but gets ignored. Eventually he turns to Tegoshi, who is still on the couch listening to audio recordings of his professor’s lectures. “You know what a wave function is, right?”
Tegoshi blinks when he realizes Shige is talking to him and obligingly takes off his headphones. “What?”
“You know what a wave function is, right?” Shige repeats.
Tegoshi beams. “It’s a mathematical function from a space that maps the possible states of the system into complex numbers. It’s usually either a complex vector with finitely many components or a…”
“I know that,” Shige hastens to assure him. “I’m just wondering why I get made fun of for it and you don’t.”
Tegoshi laughs. “I also play soccer.”
Then he puts his headphones back on and continues to study (while looking like he’s not).
Shige finds comfort in telling himself that it’s not his fault kids these days are dumb.
END
Title: All Your Hopes and Dreams
Theme/Topic: Kusano’s Birthday
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing/s: NewS+Kusano
Warnings/Spoilers: OOC and random sappiness.
Word Count: 995
Summary: Maybe something will happen. Maybe Johnny will give them a gift.
Dedication: Kusano’s birthday fic! Also for daelite, because her Yamapi j-blog entry translation from the 15th kind of gave me the idea for this. XD
A/N: I don’t know, this is weird.
On the day of February 14th, NewS members enjoy Valentine’s Day. They eat chocolate given to them by mothers and sisters and friends and staff; some of them are even lucky enough get things from secret admirers and from secret girlfriends as well. They go to their various jobs and their various activities and their various dates from there, happy that it’s Valentine’s Day.
When evening hits they all start to feel that little pull in their chests, that little bit of hope and wonder and anxious worry that comes at this time each year for the past few years, because even if it’s still Valentine’s Day, something greater looms over the horizon, something that is epically tomorrow.
When it starts to get near midnight between February 14th and February 15th, NewS members hold their breath.
Maybe this year, Koyama thinks in his home, clutching his cellphone in hand with a pre-written message all typed out on it, complete with moving text and sparkling icons. He’ll send it out at 12:30, on the dot. Maybe this year Johnny-san will call first, with a gift.
It would be nice, Masuda ponders from his own house, as he lies in bed staring at the ceiling, for something good to happen today. He sets his alarm clock for early in the morning and thinks he’ll call then, to wake up the birthday boy and hope to hear good news.
Johnny-san likes important dates, Shige assures himself at the same time that night, as he looks at himself in the mirror and brushes his teeth, furrowing eyebrows that used to be just like someone else’s, that used to get the two of them confused for one another all the time. Johnny-san is a showman at heart, and so important dates are appealing to his sense of drama. It’s going to be an important date in two minutes, and everything could change.
Shige adds a good dose of faith to his logic and climbs into bed with his phone on his nightstand, right by his head.
So he can answer quickly, in case anything happens during the course of the night.
I ate too much chocolate, Ryo thinks sourly, and keeps his mind running because he’s sick of looking at the clock and giving himself a headache thinking about other stuff. I need to write a list of everyone I got presents from, so I don’t forget anyone next month. I should do sit ups. I should write a song. What time is the party tomorrow? I’ll ask Pi. Pi’s in charge. Unless he forgot. Should I call him and make sure? He didn’t forget. Right now he’s with… stop. Stop. I ate too much chocolate today.
He ends up giving himself a headache anyway, and when he goes into the kitchen to get Advil, curses to himself when he sees the time on the microwave display. One minute left. He wonders if the world will change in the next sixty seconds.
He takes his Advil.
Just before midnight, Tegoshi’s mother knocks on his door to ask him what time he wants her to wake him up tomorrow; when she pushes it open she sees him at the foot of his bed, hands clasped in front of his face, eyes closed.
“Are you praying?” she asks.
Tegoshi mouths amen before turning to look at her, smiling with something strangely anxious at the corners of his eyes. “Yes.”
“Why?”
He sighs. “Because people tell me I have good luck when it comes to these things.”
She snorts a little, and watches as he gets off of the floor. “Your luck isn’t that good,” she tells him, and reminds him of all the foreign newspaper clippings that spelled his name wrong and how not-often he wins those ItteQ competitions.
He smiles crookedly and flops onto the bed, looking thoughtful. “Good night.”
She ruffles his hair. “Good night. When should I wake you tomorrow?”
He pulls up the covers to his chin; eyes wide open in his bed. “I probably won’t sleep, so I’ll get up myself.”
“You’re a weird kid,” she tells him, not for the first time. But she doesn’t argue because there’s that strange expression on his face again. Instead, she turns off the light and wishes him sweet dreams.
As the door closes behind her, Tegoshi thinks, if I’ve had so much bad luck lately, isn’t it time for some good luck?
At his side, the clock turns midnight.
Across the city, Yamapi holds a cellphone. “Happy birthday!” he says to the person huddled next to him on the park bench, when the date on the display changes.
He gets a smile in return. “Great. Where’s my cake, cheapskate?”
Yamapi smiles back, and when the clock turns to 12:01 and nothing else in the universe changes, he punches Kusano in the shoulder. “The day just started,” he says. “Twenty-one just started for you, so there’s no rush yet, right?”
Kusano looks puzzled, but pleased so long as Yamapi hasn’t said that there’s no cake for him at all. “Well alright,” he allows eventually, as the two of them sit outside in the February cold, “but can we please get inside before my balls freeze? Why the hell did you call me out here in the first place, asshole?”
Yamapi pockets his phone and stands up. “C’mon, I’ll buy you a beer.”
Kusano laughs. “Is that my present?”
Yamapi smiles back, and there’s still that glimmer of hope in it, the one that only gets stronger with each passing day, each milestone they hit just like tonight’s. “You just turned twenty-one,” he reminds Kusano plainly. “The beer is one present, but you have to keep looking forward to more good things to come, okay?”
“Alright, more beer!” Kusano shouts happily, and misses the point entirely as he runs off in the direction of the Lawson’s down the street.
Yamapi doesn’t look at the time for the rest of the night.
END
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Theme/Topic: N/A
Rating: G
Character/Pairing/s: Shige, Tegoshi (and some nameless faceless juniors because that is what they are to me. You can fill in the blanks as to who they are yourself if you want to.)
Warnings/Spoilers: confusing words?
Word Count: 620
Summary: Shige is smart.
Dedication: koneho, because clearly, making the Dean's list doesn't mean only lefties are smart, mmmkay. Congrats, BB. XD
A/N: I should have written Kusano’s birthday story, but honestly, I got nothing. LOL I’ll think on it some more.
“Hey Shige,” one of the random high-school aged juniors who dances backup for NEWS asks one afternoon, as he and a friend find Kato studying for winter semester finals backstage between concerts. Tegoshi is there too, but he’s sitting on the couch with his headphones on, bopping his head to whatever it is he’s listening to and not paying attention to the rest of the world at all (despite obviously having his own finals to study for as well).
Shige pauses and glances up from his textbook when he suddenly hears his name get called; when he sees that it’s two of his kouhai, he somehow manages to look down his glasses at them even though he’s the one who’s sitting. “What? I’m busy. And use proper honorifics, were you raised in a jungle or something?”
“Quick question,” junior number one promises, ignoring the honorifics thing. “What’s the definition of a wave function?”
Shige blinks. Looks thoughtful.
After a moment junior number two grows impatient and moves to say something, but before he can, Shige makes a bored face and replies: “A wave function is either a complex vector with finitely many components, a complex vector with infinitely many components, or a complex function of one or more real variables, which is, in other words, a continuously indexed complex vector. If you’re looking for a more simple definition than that then it’s just a mathematical tool used in quantum mechanics to describe any physical system. Though for the record, just because its definition is simple doesn’t mean its use is equally as simple. Especially because it’s mostly used as a property of particles that relates to their wave-particle duality, where it’s denoted as ψ and where | ψ | 2 is equal to the chance of finding something like an atom at a certain time and position.”
Silence.
Then, junior number two finally speaks up. “Oh my god, isn’t he a law student? How does he even know that? What kind of humanities student even needs to know that in this day and age?” he mutters disbelievingly, while his friend just looks on knowingly.
Shige is confused; he wonders why they’re asking him the question in the first place if they don’t need to know the answer.
He finds out a few seconds later, and when he does, immediately wishes that he hadn't.
Because at that moment, junior number one turns to his friend and holds out his hand expectantly. “See? Just because you debut doesn’t automatically mean you’re going to be popular with girls.”
Junior number two sighs before looking at Shige like somehow, Shige has greatly disappointed him.
Then he grudgingly hands junior number one a five thousand yen note, and the two of them turn around to go to lunch without another word.
“Hey!” Shige shouts after them, but gets ignored. Eventually he turns to Tegoshi, who is still on the couch listening to audio recordings of his professor’s lectures. “You know what a wave function is, right?”
Tegoshi blinks when he realizes Shige is talking to him and obligingly takes off his headphones. “What?”
“You know what a wave function is, right?” Shige repeats.
Tegoshi beams. “It’s a mathematical function from a space that maps the possible states of the system into complex numbers. It’s usually either a complex vector with finitely many components or a…”
“I know that,” Shige hastens to assure him. “I’m just wondering why I get made fun of for it and you don’t.”
Tegoshi laughs. “I also play soccer.”
Then he puts his headphones back on and continues to study (while looking like he’s not).
Shige finds comfort in telling himself that it’s not his fault kids these days are dumb.
END
Title: All Your Hopes and Dreams
Theme/Topic: Kusano’s Birthday
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing/s: NewS+Kusano
Warnings/Spoilers: OOC and random sappiness.
Word Count: 995
Summary: Maybe something will happen. Maybe Johnny will give them a gift.
Dedication: Kusano’s birthday fic! Also for daelite, because her Yamapi j-blog entry translation from the 15th kind of gave me the idea for this. XD
A/N: I don’t know, this is weird.
On the day of February 14th, NewS members enjoy Valentine’s Day. They eat chocolate given to them by mothers and sisters and friends and staff; some of them are even lucky enough get things from secret admirers and from secret girlfriends as well. They go to their various jobs and their various activities and their various dates from there, happy that it’s Valentine’s Day.
When evening hits they all start to feel that little pull in their chests, that little bit of hope and wonder and anxious worry that comes at this time each year for the past few years, because even if it’s still Valentine’s Day, something greater looms over the horizon, something that is epically tomorrow.
When it starts to get near midnight between February 14th and February 15th, NewS members hold their breath.
Maybe this year, Koyama thinks in his home, clutching his cellphone in hand with a pre-written message all typed out on it, complete with moving text and sparkling icons. He’ll send it out at 12:30, on the dot. Maybe this year Johnny-san will call first, with a gift.
It would be nice, Masuda ponders from his own house, as he lies in bed staring at the ceiling, for something good to happen today. He sets his alarm clock for early in the morning and thinks he’ll call then, to wake up the birthday boy and hope to hear good news.
Johnny-san likes important dates, Shige assures himself at the same time that night, as he looks at himself in the mirror and brushes his teeth, furrowing eyebrows that used to be just like someone else’s, that used to get the two of them confused for one another all the time. Johnny-san is a showman at heart, and so important dates are appealing to his sense of drama. It’s going to be an important date in two minutes, and everything could change.
Shige adds a good dose of faith to his logic and climbs into bed with his phone on his nightstand, right by his head.
So he can answer quickly, in case anything happens during the course of the night.
I ate too much chocolate, Ryo thinks sourly, and keeps his mind running because he’s sick of looking at the clock and giving himself a headache thinking about other stuff. I need to write a list of everyone I got presents from, so I don’t forget anyone next month. I should do sit ups. I should write a song. What time is the party tomorrow? I’ll ask Pi. Pi’s in charge. Unless he forgot. Should I call him and make sure? He didn’t forget. Right now he’s with… stop. Stop. I ate too much chocolate today.
He ends up giving himself a headache anyway, and when he goes into the kitchen to get Advil, curses to himself when he sees the time on the microwave display. One minute left. He wonders if the world will change in the next sixty seconds.
He takes his Advil.
Just before midnight, Tegoshi’s mother knocks on his door to ask him what time he wants her to wake him up tomorrow; when she pushes it open she sees him at the foot of his bed, hands clasped in front of his face, eyes closed.
“Are you praying?” she asks.
Tegoshi mouths amen before turning to look at her, smiling with something strangely anxious at the corners of his eyes. “Yes.”
“Why?”
He sighs. “Because people tell me I have good luck when it comes to these things.”
She snorts a little, and watches as he gets off of the floor. “Your luck isn’t that good,” she tells him, and reminds him of all the foreign newspaper clippings that spelled his name wrong and how not-often he wins those ItteQ competitions.
He smiles crookedly and flops onto the bed, looking thoughtful. “Good night.”
She ruffles his hair. “Good night. When should I wake you tomorrow?”
He pulls up the covers to his chin; eyes wide open in his bed. “I probably won’t sleep, so I’ll get up myself.”
“You’re a weird kid,” she tells him, not for the first time. But she doesn’t argue because there’s that strange expression on his face again. Instead, she turns off the light and wishes him sweet dreams.
As the door closes behind her, Tegoshi thinks, if I’ve had so much bad luck lately, isn’t it time for some good luck?
At his side, the clock turns midnight.
Across the city, Yamapi holds a cellphone. “Happy birthday!” he says to the person huddled next to him on the park bench, when the date on the display changes.
He gets a smile in return. “Great. Where’s my cake, cheapskate?”
Yamapi smiles back, and when the clock turns to 12:01 and nothing else in the universe changes, he punches Kusano in the shoulder. “The day just started,” he says. “Twenty-one just started for you, so there’s no rush yet, right?”
Kusano looks puzzled, but pleased so long as Yamapi hasn’t said that there’s no cake for him at all. “Well alright,” he allows eventually, as the two of them sit outside in the February cold, “but can we please get inside before my balls freeze? Why the hell did you call me out here in the first place, asshole?”
Yamapi pockets his phone and stands up. “C’mon, I’ll buy you a beer.”
Kusano laughs. “Is that my present?”
Yamapi smiles back, and there’s still that glimmer of hope in it, the one that only gets stronger with each passing day, each milestone they hit just like tonight’s. “You just turned twenty-one,” he reminds Kusano plainly. “The beer is one present, but you have to keep looking forward to more good things to come, okay?”
“Alright, more beer!” Kusano shouts happily, and misses the point entirely as he runs off in the direction of the Lawson’s down the street.
Yamapi doesn’t look at the time for the rest of the night.
END
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