JE/NEWS- "NEWS POWER!"
Title: NEWS POWER!
Universe: JE/NEWS (AU)
Theme/Topic: Shige is Yamapi’s lawyer and things fall off his desk a lot.
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing/s: NEWS and not-really ShigePi, because I fail.
Warnings/Spoilers: UM, this is just stupid mostly. LOL
Word Count: 1,865
Summary: AU snippet- Shige’s new company is full of strange people.
Dedication: mousapelli’s request on my AU request meme; clearly I did not do what you wanted AT ALL.! Also, I just realized after finishing this that all my Shige-as-office-worker things are about the exact same thing. OTL
A/N: So something totally different now, in that I haven’t done a request from this meme yet. Probably because I fail at this one the most. XD;;
Disclaimer: No harm or infringement intended.
During his law school graduation ceremony, there had been some not-so-subtle whispers amongst his classmates that Shige had only landed his new job with that hot new ad company based on his looks alone.
“Oh yeah. You’re asking about that big gig Kato got with the Power News Group marketing firm last week?” some of his classmates had said during the reception, with touches of envy in their voice, “I hear he got it because the CEO of that place used to be an idol so he can’t stand being around people who only look average. I mean, my friend in the Psych department over at Waseda knows the guy they hired on as part of their HR staff. Apparently so cute you feel gay just looking at him.”
“Mmm,” others had agreed, upon hearing. “I guess even in the professional world you can’t get by on merit alone.”
Shige-as indignant as he’d been about the whole thing at the time- now thinks that sadly enough, his classmates may have been right after all.
“Tegoshi-san,” the rookie lawyer begins tightly as he sits at his new desk on his first day on the job, “Please stop that.”
That being the new HR hire climbing all over Shige, in search of the most comfortable place to rest his head.
Shige squirms. “I don’t think this is entirely appropriate.”
“It’s fine, I’m on my half hour break, Shige,” Tegoshi burbles back obliviously, before settling in Shige’s lap. He ends up knocking Shige’s file organizer (and all of his organized files) onto the floor somewhere in the process.
“Why are you taking your break in here?” Shige feels the need to ask. Which is fair, considering that they’d only met a few days ago, during orientation. Maybe for two hours. Three max.
Tegoshi just grins at Shige like they’ve been friends their whole lives. “Being with Shige makes me feel peaceful, ne,” he answers, without any shame at all.
Shige falters.
Sighs.
“Then, could you at least pass me my pen?”
Tegoshi happily obliges.
~~~~~
The head copywriter is just as handsome and people-oriented as Tegoshi is.
“Cookies?” Koyama asks, peeking into Shige’s office with a bunch of sweet treats wrapped in colored cellophane and ribbon. And balloons.
Shige looks up from his contract reviews; he has to get this written up by lunch so they can arrange to sign those pesky idols for the company’s up and coming OXY ad campaign. One of those idols insisted there be a stipulation in the contract in which he cannot be photographed from his left side. Shige is working on it.
“No thank you,” he tells Koyama tiredly, “No cookies for me.”
Koyama looks surprised. “Er…then, cake?”
“No, thank you.”
“C’mon, try a cookie, ne. I made them myself. You have to take this one at least. Look, I drew your face on it with icing after I baked them last night.”
Pause. “Where did you get my picture?” Shige asks, carefully.
“From Tego-nyan and the HR database, of course! I wanted everyone in the company to feel special today.”
Shige has a headache, but supposes he ought to take the cookies, if only so someone else isn’t carrying around something with his face on it all day. “Is today a special day that I don’t know about?” he asks out of courtesy, and motions for Koyama to leave the package on his desk.
Koyama beams as he sets the cellophane-ribbon-balloon wrapped stack of baked goods next to Shige’s phone. “It’s Monday!” the copywriter chirps, before turning around and picking up the handle to his little red wagon, full of, presumably, more personalized cookies he has to deliver today.
That said, he cheerfully closes the door shut with his hips on his way out, and in so doing, accidentally knocks over the thick stack of presentation papers Shige had spent the entire morning filing, sending them all into a fluttering mess on the floor.
Shige looks at his desk calendar a bit mournfully. “Yes,” he agrees, “It is still Monday, isn’t it?”
~~~~~
The company VP is darkly good looking in a glowering sort of way, and thankfully, not nearly as touchy-feely or rainbow-cuddly as the members of HR or the copywriters.
Shige considers it a good thing, as it means that their Wednesday morning breakfast meeting about signing the idols to their new campaign starts off smoothly under the VP’s no-nonsense supervision. More importantly, no one sits in anyone else’s lap or presents any of the others with creepy, stalkerish gifts while they are in Shige’s spacious office during said meeting.
In fact, while watching Nishikido-san work, Shige finally starts to believe that maybe this company can get things done in a timely and appropriate manner after all.
The feeling lasts right up until the moment when Ryo’s clear lack of any of the traits of friendliness and warmth that Koyama and Tegoshi have in abundance rears its ugly head without warning all of a sudden, as he’s just about to finish enumerating the new points of the final draft of the contract to their potential business partners.
He actually snorts out loud when he sees that whole left-side filming clause in the contract for the first time, and pauses then, to look at the idol who’d specified it, as the man in question sits across the room from the Power News Group representatives in all his feather-haired, chain-smoking glory. “I guess it makes sense,” Ryo admits to the idol’s manager after a moment, with a smirk, “since his left side is ugly.”
Upon hearing that the enraged idol sputters and stands, declaring that he doesn’t need this kind of attitude as he shoulders his bag and moves to leave.
Swung in the fierce and exaggerated arc that it is upon the singer’s angry exit, the bag ends up knocking the fountain pen and inkwell off of the corner of Shige’s desk, sending the contents everywhere.
The door closes behind the idol.
Ryo-nonplussed- is looking at the new ink stain that is spreading slowly across the rug. “You probably better get that before it sets,” he suggests to Shige, eventually.
Shige wants to pull his hair.
~~~~~
The designer is cute but straight up dumb, and consequently, the last bit of proof Shige needs to confirm that the people working here are meant to be pretty and not much of anything else.
“I think the mascot for the magazine campaign should be a monkey,” Masuda-kun presents during a small staff meeting, and promptly displays a colorful, admittedly cute drawing of a cat on the projector.
A moment of silence.
And then, “That’s a cat,” Shige and Tegoshi both say flatly at the same time, while Koyama laughs nervously and Ryo tells them to hurry the hell up and move on because he doesn’t have all damned day to sit around listening to them be morons together.
The CEO’s chair is notably empty during the entirety of the meeting, and Shige wonders, given all the guys around him, what their strange and mysterious leader is like.
Given all the guys around him, he’s not entirely optimistic.
~~~~~
Exactly two days later, there is a knock on Shige’s door.
“Not now, Tegoshi,” the grumpy lawyer automatically says, not looking up from his work even as the door cracks open anyway.
“Sorry, are you busy right now?” an unexpected voice asks. It is clearly not Tegoshi.
Instead it is a young man who Shige doesn’t know at all. He is extremely handsome at first glance, Shige notes, but also, somehow, thin and tired looking all at the same time.
After a moment of quiet surprise, the newcomer manages to smile at Shige, small and careful around the edges. Like an idol in a magazine, Shige finds himself thinking analytically when he sees it, because it gives just enough to please, but not so much that you wouldn’t mind a little more.
Shige also realizes that this person looks like he is trying very hard to stay awake.
“Can I help you?” he asks the stranger after a beat, carefully.
“I just wanted to finally come and meet you, ne. I’ve been away on business in America until just now and…”
Shige swallows when he realizes what he probably should have known all along, especially given the newcomer’s strange, celebrity-like aura. “Are you Yamashita-san?”
A nod. “Hi.” Yamashita-san quietly slides into the office, looking uncertain while very clearly trying not to look uncertain at all.
Shige stands up. Extends his hand. “Uh, hi. It’s nice to finally meet you, sir.”
They shake and Yamashita-san sits down on the edge of Shige’s desk, not really looking or feeling much like a boss to the young lawyer at all. He picks up a paper weight and fiddles with it absently while dutifully asking Shige how his first week has been, if he likes his office, how he’s getting along with the others. If he has any questions he’d like to ask.
Shige does have a few questions he’d like to ask in fact, and they are all are much more strategic than Yamashita-san’s.
“Why did you start this company?” Shige begins, directly. “What do you want to do with it?”
When he hears the questions Yamashita-san drops Shige’s paperweight abruptly; it hits the floor with a quiet, ominous thud.
Shige ignores it and waits for an answer.
“I didn’t put it together,” Yamashita admits eventually, around that small, idol’s smile of his. “I inherited it.” Pause. “I didn’t really want it at first, to be honest.”
Shige blinks. “Oh.”
“But,” Yamashita continues hastily, and for a moment, his eyes become determined in a way that feels nothing at all like an idol’s facade, “but since I have it now, I think I want to try and make it the best in the world. That’s the truth.”
“Oh,” Shige repeats, a little bit dumbly. He tells himself he shouldn’t get caught up in pretty vagaries like that because they don’t answer his question at all, but for some reason-perhaps it is Yamashita-san’s idol charm-he can’t help but feel a little bit touched when he hears his boss’s quiet, impassioned resolution.
Yamashita smiles again after a moment, more sheepish than handsome in that moment. “Is that weird?”
“No,” Shige finds himself saying, oddly entranced at the subtle machinations that make up this seemingly expressionless young man’s oddly expressive face. “I think I could be glad to be part of a team that thinks that way.”
He isn’t sure where the words come from, just that they come out, without getting his permission first. Just yesterday he’d wanted to quit.
The bent of Yamashita-san’s shoulders ease a little at Shige’s reassurances. It is a tension Shige would never have noticed in the first place, if not for witnessing Yamashita-san’s relaxing of it. “Tegoshi-kun was right, ne,” Yamashita says after a beat, almost at random.
Shige blinks. “About what?”
That mysterious idol’s smile is back then, just a little. “That Shige makes you feel peaceful.”
When Shige’s heart skips a beat, unexpectedly, he isn’t sure what it means.
Probably that he’s not going to quit this job after all.
END
EDITS?
THREE TO GO BABY.
Universe: JE/NEWS (AU)
Theme/Topic: Shige is Yamapi’s lawyer and things fall off his desk a lot.
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing/s: NEWS and not-really ShigePi, because I fail.
Warnings/Spoilers: UM, this is just stupid mostly. LOL
Word Count: 1,865
Summary: AU snippet- Shige’s new company is full of strange people.
Dedication: mousapelli’s request on my AU request meme; clearly I did not do what you wanted AT ALL.! Also, I just realized after finishing this that all my Shige-as-office-worker things are about the exact same thing. OTL
A/N: So something totally different now, in that I haven’t done a request from this meme yet. Probably because I fail at this one the most. XD;;
Disclaimer: No harm or infringement intended.
During his law school graduation ceremony, there had been some not-so-subtle whispers amongst his classmates that Shige had only landed his new job with that hot new ad company based on his looks alone.
“Oh yeah. You’re asking about that big gig Kato got with the Power News Group marketing firm last week?” some of his classmates had said during the reception, with touches of envy in their voice, “I hear he got it because the CEO of that place used to be an idol so he can’t stand being around people who only look average. I mean, my friend in the Psych department over at Waseda knows the guy they hired on as part of their HR staff. Apparently so cute you feel gay just looking at him.”
“Mmm,” others had agreed, upon hearing. “I guess even in the professional world you can’t get by on merit alone.”
Shige-as indignant as he’d been about the whole thing at the time- now thinks that sadly enough, his classmates may have been right after all.
“Tegoshi-san,” the rookie lawyer begins tightly as he sits at his new desk on his first day on the job, “Please stop that.”
That being the new HR hire climbing all over Shige, in search of the most comfortable place to rest his head.
Shige squirms. “I don’t think this is entirely appropriate.”
“It’s fine, I’m on my half hour break, Shige,” Tegoshi burbles back obliviously, before settling in Shige’s lap. He ends up knocking Shige’s file organizer (and all of his organized files) onto the floor somewhere in the process.
“Why are you taking your break in here?” Shige feels the need to ask. Which is fair, considering that they’d only met a few days ago, during orientation. Maybe for two hours. Three max.
Tegoshi just grins at Shige like they’ve been friends their whole lives. “Being with Shige makes me feel peaceful, ne,” he answers, without any shame at all.
Shige falters.
Sighs.
“Then, could you at least pass me my pen?”
Tegoshi happily obliges.
~~~~~
The head copywriter is just as handsome and people-oriented as Tegoshi is.
“Cookies?” Koyama asks, peeking into Shige’s office with a bunch of sweet treats wrapped in colored cellophane and ribbon. And balloons.
Shige looks up from his contract reviews; he has to get this written up by lunch so they can arrange to sign those pesky idols for the company’s up and coming OXY ad campaign. One of those idols insisted there be a stipulation in the contract in which he cannot be photographed from his left side. Shige is working on it.
“No thank you,” he tells Koyama tiredly, “No cookies for me.”
Koyama looks surprised. “Er…then, cake?”
“No, thank you.”
“C’mon, try a cookie, ne. I made them myself. You have to take this one at least. Look, I drew your face on it with icing after I baked them last night.”
Pause. “Where did you get my picture?” Shige asks, carefully.
“From Tego-nyan and the HR database, of course! I wanted everyone in the company to feel special today.”
Shige has a headache, but supposes he ought to take the cookies, if only so someone else isn’t carrying around something with his face on it all day. “Is today a special day that I don’t know about?” he asks out of courtesy, and motions for Koyama to leave the package on his desk.
Koyama beams as he sets the cellophane-ribbon-balloon wrapped stack of baked goods next to Shige’s phone. “It’s Monday!” the copywriter chirps, before turning around and picking up the handle to his little red wagon, full of, presumably, more personalized cookies he has to deliver today.
That said, he cheerfully closes the door shut with his hips on his way out, and in so doing, accidentally knocks over the thick stack of presentation papers Shige had spent the entire morning filing, sending them all into a fluttering mess on the floor.
Shige looks at his desk calendar a bit mournfully. “Yes,” he agrees, “It is still Monday, isn’t it?”
~~~~~
The company VP is darkly good looking in a glowering sort of way, and thankfully, not nearly as touchy-feely or rainbow-cuddly as the members of HR or the copywriters.
Shige considers it a good thing, as it means that their Wednesday morning breakfast meeting about signing the idols to their new campaign starts off smoothly under the VP’s no-nonsense supervision. More importantly, no one sits in anyone else’s lap or presents any of the others with creepy, stalkerish gifts while they are in Shige’s spacious office during said meeting.
In fact, while watching Nishikido-san work, Shige finally starts to believe that maybe this company can get things done in a timely and appropriate manner after all.
The feeling lasts right up until the moment when Ryo’s clear lack of any of the traits of friendliness and warmth that Koyama and Tegoshi have in abundance rears its ugly head without warning all of a sudden, as he’s just about to finish enumerating the new points of the final draft of the contract to their potential business partners.
He actually snorts out loud when he sees that whole left-side filming clause in the contract for the first time, and pauses then, to look at the idol who’d specified it, as the man in question sits across the room from the Power News Group representatives in all his feather-haired, chain-smoking glory. “I guess it makes sense,” Ryo admits to the idol’s manager after a moment, with a smirk, “since his left side is ugly.”
Upon hearing that the enraged idol sputters and stands, declaring that he doesn’t need this kind of attitude as he shoulders his bag and moves to leave.
Swung in the fierce and exaggerated arc that it is upon the singer’s angry exit, the bag ends up knocking the fountain pen and inkwell off of the corner of Shige’s desk, sending the contents everywhere.
The door closes behind the idol.
Ryo-nonplussed- is looking at the new ink stain that is spreading slowly across the rug. “You probably better get that before it sets,” he suggests to Shige, eventually.
Shige wants to pull his hair.
~~~~~
The designer is cute but straight up dumb, and consequently, the last bit of proof Shige needs to confirm that the people working here are meant to be pretty and not much of anything else.
“I think the mascot for the magazine campaign should be a monkey,” Masuda-kun presents during a small staff meeting, and promptly displays a colorful, admittedly cute drawing of a cat on the projector.
A moment of silence.
And then, “That’s a cat,” Shige and Tegoshi both say flatly at the same time, while Koyama laughs nervously and Ryo tells them to hurry the hell up and move on because he doesn’t have all damned day to sit around listening to them be morons together.
The CEO’s chair is notably empty during the entirety of the meeting, and Shige wonders, given all the guys around him, what their strange and mysterious leader is like.
Given all the guys around him, he’s not entirely optimistic.
~~~~~
Exactly two days later, there is a knock on Shige’s door.
“Not now, Tegoshi,” the grumpy lawyer automatically says, not looking up from his work even as the door cracks open anyway.
“Sorry, are you busy right now?” an unexpected voice asks. It is clearly not Tegoshi.
Instead it is a young man who Shige doesn’t know at all. He is extremely handsome at first glance, Shige notes, but also, somehow, thin and tired looking all at the same time.
After a moment of quiet surprise, the newcomer manages to smile at Shige, small and careful around the edges. Like an idol in a magazine, Shige finds himself thinking analytically when he sees it, because it gives just enough to please, but not so much that you wouldn’t mind a little more.
Shige also realizes that this person looks like he is trying very hard to stay awake.
“Can I help you?” he asks the stranger after a beat, carefully.
“I just wanted to finally come and meet you, ne. I’ve been away on business in America until just now and…”
Shige swallows when he realizes what he probably should have known all along, especially given the newcomer’s strange, celebrity-like aura. “Are you Yamashita-san?”
A nod. “Hi.” Yamashita-san quietly slides into the office, looking uncertain while very clearly trying not to look uncertain at all.
Shige stands up. Extends his hand. “Uh, hi. It’s nice to finally meet you, sir.”
They shake and Yamashita-san sits down on the edge of Shige’s desk, not really looking or feeling much like a boss to the young lawyer at all. He picks up a paper weight and fiddles with it absently while dutifully asking Shige how his first week has been, if he likes his office, how he’s getting along with the others. If he has any questions he’d like to ask.
Shige does have a few questions he’d like to ask in fact, and they are all are much more strategic than Yamashita-san’s.
“Why did you start this company?” Shige begins, directly. “What do you want to do with it?”
When he hears the questions Yamashita-san drops Shige’s paperweight abruptly; it hits the floor with a quiet, ominous thud.
Shige ignores it and waits for an answer.
“I didn’t put it together,” Yamashita admits eventually, around that small, idol’s smile of his. “I inherited it.” Pause. “I didn’t really want it at first, to be honest.”
Shige blinks. “Oh.”
“But,” Yamashita continues hastily, and for a moment, his eyes become determined in a way that feels nothing at all like an idol’s facade, “but since I have it now, I think I want to try and make it the best in the world. That’s the truth.”
“Oh,” Shige repeats, a little bit dumbly. He tells himself he shouldn’t get caught up in pretty vagaries like that because they don’t answer his question at all, but for some reason-perhaps it is Yamashita-san’s idol charm-he can’t help but feel a little bit touched when he hears his boss’s quiet, impassioned resolution.
Yamashita smiles again after a moment, more sheepish than handsome in that moment. “Is that weird?”
“No,” Shige finds himself saying, oddly entranced at the subtle machinations that make up this seemingly expressionless young man’s oddly expressive face. “I think I could be glad to be part of a team that thinks that way.”
He isn’t sure where the words come from, just that they come out, without getting his permission first. Just yesterday he’d wanted to quit.
The bent of Yamashita-san’s shoulders ease a little at Shige’s reassurances. It is a tension Shige would never have noticed in the first place, if not for witnessing Yamashita-san’s relaxing of it. “Tegoshi-kun was right, ne,” Yamashita says after a beat, almost at random.
Shige blinks. “About what?”
That mysterious idol’s smile is back then, just a little. “That Shige makes you feel peaceful.”
When Shige’s heart skips a beat, unexpectedly, he isn’t sure what it means.
Probably that he’s not going to quit this job after all.
END
EDITS?
THREE TO GO BABY.