Yamada vs. Yamapi - PART 3
Yeah, I finally managed to write Chapter 3, because junpinkyheaven's birthday was today and I decided to give (well write) her a present!
So here it is! Happy birthday junpinkyheaven!!!
AN HOUR EARLIER:
It was a beautiful day and Yamapi had just returned home from his morning jog. He had run 3 kilometres but still felt the burning anger in his chest just as strongly as he had before. ‘How could Yamada be more popular than him?’ he thought. ‘He’s just a 15-year-old!’
And thus Yamapi decided to do something bold and fearless... after his bath. Unfortunately the bold and fearless feeling had dimmed a bit after his half-hour of playing with his rubber ducky in the bathtub and Yamapi decided to invite his friends over for some moral support.
FIVE MINUTES LATER:
“Ding dong.” The doorbell sounded and Yamapi rushed to the door. Massu and Tegoshi were standing on the doorstep, looking worried.
“We brought cookies...” said Tegoshi, handing Yamapi a tin.
“AHHH!!! Wait!!!” screamed Massu.
“What?!” exclaimed Yamapi and Tegoshi, alarmed.
“The price tag is still on!” Massu snatched the tin back from Yamapi and began scratching the sticker off frantically.
“Ah, I’m so sorry! I hope you didn’t see the price!” Tegoshi apologised, bowing to a slightly flustered Yamapi, who assured him it was fine and invited the pair inside. “I’ll make it up to you... I know! I’ll make some hot chocolate!”
“Ah... okay...?” replied Yamapi, as Tegoshi busied himself in the kitchen, tying a lacy pink apron (that belonged to Yamapi’s mum) around his waist.
FIVE MORE MINUTES LATER:
“Ding dong.” The doorbell rang again and Massu answered it (Yamapi was supervising Tegoshi in the kitchen to make sure he didn’t break anything). Shige and Koyama walked in and settled themselves on the sofa, reaching for the TV remote.
Just then, Tegoshi swept out from the kitchen, balancing a tray of hot chocolate on one hand, in all his pink-lacy-apron-wearing glory, announcing, “Hot chocolate, anyone?” Yamapi was hovering anxiously behind Tegoshi as the tray teetered precariously on his fingers.
“OOOOH!” squealed Koyama, and he and Shige charged towards Tegoshi. Yamapi relieved Tegoshi of the tray before his mother’s expensive porcelain mugs got smashed by the three overexcited members.
“Line up!” ordered Yamapi; and the members scrambled to form an orderly queue as Yamapi handed out the mugs.
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER:
The NewS members minus one were huddled on the couch, each clutching plastic packets of Kleenex tissues as they watched a romantic Korean drama on TV. Tegoshi’s lip wobbled. Shige caught notice and suddenly burst out crying. The rest of the members were soon in tears, trumpeting into tissues and hugging each other.
“How could she leave him...” wailed Shige as he gathered the others into a group hug.
“For the enemy emperor!” exclaimed Yamapi, sniffling into his tissues.
“So this is what you get up to in your spare time.” Ryo was closing the door behind him, flicking his fringe out of his eyes and folding his arms.
The others froze for a second. Then they all stood up in a line, hiding the TV screen. “Hi Nishikido-kun...” said Massu.
“Hi...” he replied. “What are you watching?”
“Uh... nothing...” said Yamapi hastily, groping the coffee table behind for the remote and switching the TV off.
“Okay...” said Ryo, shrugging his jacket off and hanging it on a coat hook on the door. “So why are we all gathered here today?”
“Well, I wanna call Yamada...” started Yamapi.
“And say what?” asked Ryo. “Tell him to back off your ‘Most Sexy’ award?”
“Pfft... yeah...” answered Yamapi sheepishly.
“Go on then,” said Shige expectantly.
Yamapi wrung his hands. “I dunno what to say...”
“You have to be tough... manly... scary!” said Tegoshi, slurping his hot chocolate.
“Yeah!” agreed Koyama. “Like Nishikido-kun!”
“I’m... honoured?” said Ryo.
“No, it’s a good thing!” Koyama assured him. “You can teach Yamapi to say scary things!”
“Yay!” squealed Massu. “And Shige can teach him to make his voice really low!”
FIVE MINUTES LATER:
Yamapi clutched his phone. Yamada’s number was already entered. His finger was hovering over the dial button.
“Okay. You know what to do.” Ryo patted Yamapi on his head. “Good luck, buddy. If Johnny-san suspends you like he did Uchi and Kusano, it’s not my fault.” Before Yamapi could react, Ryo pressed the dial button for him and shoved the phone to Yamapi’s ear.
“Y-Yamada?” asked Yamapi, clearing his throat.
IN THE HEY!SAY!7 DIVISION MINIBUS:
“Put it on loudspeaker!” whispered Ryutaro impatiently. Yamapi’s voice addressed Yama-chan rather shakily.
“Yeah... Yamapi-san?” Yamada answered.
“Ooh, nice touch with the ‘san’,” said Keito appreciatively.
“You just lay off my award, okay?” Yamapi said, trying to make his voice lower.
“Do you have a sore throat?” asked Yuto before Yamada could answer. The rest of Hey!Say!7 burst out laughing.
“Am I on loudspeaker?” demanded Yamapi.
“There goes the ‘tough guy’ image,” Ryo hit his head with his palm next to Yamapi.
“With all due respect, Yamapi-san, I think I’m gonna try my best to win this award thingy,” said Yamada, encouraged by whoops and cheers from his friends. “bye-bye!” He hung up and high-fived Yuto.
IN YAMAPI’S HOUSE:
“You tried...” said Koyama, patting Yamapi on the back.
“Well, I’m gonna try harder to win that award.” Yamapi said angrily. “Remember that photographer who wanted me to do that topless photo shoot?”
“Yeah, he was from Dolce & Gabbana,” said Shige. “He wanted you, Ryo, Koyama and I to do it. Why?”
“He called you, right? And you said no? Tell him I’ll do it.” said Yamapi.
“You sure?” asked Shige. “It could get quite... intense.”
“Then come along!”
“But Ryo and Koyama have to too!” protested Shige. Koyama shrugged his consent.
“Why?” said Ryo, looking away from his monster trucks programme on TV.
“Because then we’ll all be there together! It won’t be as scary!” Shige whined.
“OK, whatever.” Ryo’s attention was back on the monster trucks.
THE NEXT DAY, AT THE PHOTO SHOOT:
Yamapi, Shige, Koyama and Ryo walked into the building. “We’re here!” announced Ryo.
“Good, good,” a short man with a large camera round his neck walked away from a small group of people he was talking to. “Are you guys ready to begin?”
“Actually, I’m kinda hung-“ Ryo started.
Yamapi clamped a hand over Ryo’s mouth and said confidently, “Sure we are. What do you want us to do?”
“Shirts off.” commanded the photographer.
“Um, okay,” said Koyama, looking a bit overwhelmed.
The members shrugged their jackets and T-shirts off and stood in their trousers.
“Just as I thought,” said the photographer, walking round the members and staring at their chests and stomachs. Shige self-consciously crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re all beautiful male specimens...”
“This is kinda scary...” murmured Koyama to Ryo, who was showing his four-pack with no discomfort at all.
“Can we just get on with the photos already?” demanded Ryo impatiently.
“You need to change into D&G trousers and boxers, please,” said the man crisply.
When they were all ready with an inch of their underwear showing, as to show the D&G label, the shooting began. Ryo went first, dressed in charcoal grey jeans with the fly open. The photographer had him pose on a block with his legs open and one hand between them, the other with a finger in his mouth. Then went Koyama, who was wearing black cargoes. He was photographed lying on a red couch with one hand behind his head and the other with a thumb tucked into a belt loop.
After that it was Shige’s turn. His was the most simple: he stood straight on, one arm hanging loose and the other pulling his navy blue tracksuit bottoms down with his thumb. Finally it was Yamapi’s turn. He wore his signature low-slung blue jeans and was photographed leaning against a wall, licking his arm and his other hand in his pocket.
“Can we get out of here before that freaky photographer rapes us or something?” asked Shige anxiously. The member pulled their own clothes on before hurriedly leaving the shoot.
“I repeat: that was kinda scary,” said Koyama, shivering a little.
“Yeah,” agreed Ryo. “I can’t believe he made me undo my fly!”
“Ha! You seemed to enjoy the attention!” Shige said, laughing.
But Yamapi was in his own little world. He couldn’t wait to find out Yamada’s reaction to the pictures.
AT MCDONALD’S:
Yamada and Ryutaro were having lunch at McDonald’s. Suddenly a girl ran in, waving a magazine. “KYAAH!” she exclaimed to the restaurant. “4 NewS MEMBERS HAVE DONE A SEMI-NAKED PHOTOSHOOT IN THE LATEST EDITION OF THIS FASHION MAGAZINE!” Yamada choked on his Coke.
“Gimme that,” he snatched the magazine and opened it to the right page. His eyes widened. “I’m gonna get him for this...”
So here it is! Happy birthday junpinkyheaven!!!
AN HOUR EARLIER:
It was a beautiful day and Yamapi had just returned home from his morning jog. He had run 3 kilometres but still felt the burning anger in his chest just as strongly as he had before. ‘How could Yamada be more popular than him?’ he thought. ‘He’s just a 15-year-old!’
And thus Yamapi decided to do something bold and fearless... after his bath. Unfortunately the bold and fearless feeling had dimmed a bit after his half-hour of playing with his rubber ducky in the bathtub and Yamapi decided to invite his friends over for some moral support.
FIVE MINUTES LATER:
“Ding dong.” The doorbell sounded and Yamapi rushed to the door. Massu and Tegoshi were standing on the doorstep, looking worried.
“We brought cookies...” said Tegoshi, handing Yamapi a tin.
“AHHH!!! Wait!!!” screamed Massu.
“What?!” exclaimed Yamapi and Tegoshi, alarmed.
“The price tag is still on!” Massu snatched the tin back from Yamapi and began scratching the sticker off frantically.
“Ah, I’m so sorry! I hope you didn’t see the price!” Tegoshi apologised, bowing to a slightly flustered Yamapi, who assured him it was fine and invited the pair inside. “I’ll make it up to you... I know! I’ll make some hot chocolate!”
“Ah... okay...?” replied Yamapi, as Tegoshi busied himself in the kitchen, tying a lacy pink apron (that belonged to Yamapi’s mum) around his waist.
FIVE MORE MINUTES LATER:
“Ding dong.” The doorbell rang again and Massu answered it (Yamapi was supervising Tegoshi in the kitchen to make sure he didn’t break anything). Shige and Koyama walked in and settled themselves on the sofa, reaching for the TV remote.
Just then, Tegoshi swept out from the kitchen, balancing a tray of hot chocolate on one hand, in all his pink-lacy-apron-wearing glory, announcing, “Hot chocolate, anyone?” Yamapi was hovering anxiously behind Tegoshi as the tray teetered precariously on his fingers.
“OOOOH!” squealed Koyama, and he and Shige charged towards Tegoshi. Yamapi relieved Tegoshi of the tray before his mother’s expensive porcelain mugs got smashed by the three overexcited members.
“Line up!” ordered Yamapi; and the members scrambled to form an orderly queue as Yamapi handed out the mugs.
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER:
The NewS members minus one were huddled on the couch, each clutching plastic packets of Kleenex tissues as they watched a romantic Korean drama on TV. Tegoshi’s lip wobbled. Shige caught notice and suddenly burst out crying. The rest of the members were soon in tears, trumpeting into tissues and hugging each other.
“How could she leave him...” wailed Shige as he gathered the others into a group hug.
“For the enemy emperor!” exclaimed Yamapi, sniffling into his tissues.
“So this is what you get up to in your spare time.” Ryo was closing the door behind him, flicking his fringe out of his eyes and folding his arms.
The others froze for a second. Then they all stood up in a line, hiding the TV screen. “Hi Nishikido-kun...” said Massu.
“Hi...” he replied. “What are you watching?”
“Uh... nothing...” said Yamapi hastily, groping the coffee table behind for the remote and switching the TV off.
“Okay...” said Ryo, shrugging his jacket off and hanging it on a coat hook on the door. “So why are we all gathered here today?”
“Well, I wanna call Yamada...” started Yamapi.
“And say what?” asked Ryo. “Tell him to back off your ‘Most Sexy’ award?”
“Pfft... yeah...” answered Yamapi sheepishly.
“Go on then,” said Shige expectantly.
Yamapi wrung his hands. “I dunno what to say...”
“You have to be tough... manly... scary!” said Tegoshi, slurping his hot chocolate.
“Yeah!” agreed Koyama. “Like Nishikido-kun!”
“I’m... honoured?” said Ryo.
“No, it’s a good thing!” Koyama assured him. “You can teach Yamapi to say scary things!”
“Yay!” squealed Massu. “And Shige can teach him to make his voice really low!”
FIVE MINUTES LATER:
Yamapi clutched his phone. Yamada’s number was already entered. His finger was hovering over the dial button.
“Okay. You know what to do.” Ryo patted Yamapi on his head. “Good luck, buddy. If Johnny-san suspends you like he did Uchi and Kusano, it’s not my fault.” Before Yamapi could react, Ryo pressed the dial button for him and shoved the phone to Yamapi’s ear.
“Y-Yamada?” asked Yamapi, clearing his throat.
IN THE HEY!SAY!7 DIVISION MINIBUS:
“Put it on loudspeaker!” whispered Ryutaro impatiently. Yamapi’s voice addressed Yama-chan rather shakily.
“Yeah... Yamapi-san?” Yamada answered.
“Ooh, nice touch with the ‘san’,” said Keito appreciatively.
“You just lay off my award, okay?” Yamapi said, trying to make his voice lower.
“Do you have a sore throat?” asked Yuto before Yamada could answer. The rest of Hey!Say!7 burst out laughing.
“Am I on loudspeaker?” demanded Yamapi.
“There goes the ‘tough guy’ image,” Ryo hit his head with his palm next to Yamapi.
“With all due respect, Yamapi-san, I think I’m gonna try my best to win this award thingy,” said Yamada, encouraged by whoops and cheers from his friends. “bye-bye!” He hung up and high-fived Yuto.
IN YAMAPI’S HOUSE:
“You tried...” said Koyama, patting Yamapi on the back.
“Well, I’m gonna try harder to win that award.” Yamapi said angrily. “Remember that photographer who wanted me to do that topless photo shoot?”
“Yeah, he was from Dolce & Gabbana,” said Shige. “He wanted you, Ryo, Koyama and I to do it. Why?”
“He called you, right? And you said no? Tell him I’ll do it.” said Yamapi.
“You sure?” asked Shige. “It could get quite... intense.”
“Then come along!”
“But Ryo and Koyama have to too!” protested Shige. Koyama shrugged his consent.
“Why?” said Ryo, looking away from his monster trucks programme on TV.
“Because then we’ll all be there together! It won’t be as scary!” Shige whined.
“OK, whatever.” Ryo’s attention was back on the monster trucks.
THE NEXT DAY, AT THE PHOTO SHOOT:
Yamapi, Shige, Koyama and Ryo walked into the building. “We’re here!” announced Ryo.
“Good, good,” a short man with a large camera round his neck walked away from a small group of people he was talking to. “Are you guys ready to begin?”
“Actually, I’m kinda hung-“ Ryo started.
Yamapi clamped a hand over Ryo’s mouth and said confidently, “Sure we are. What do you want us to do?”
“Shirts off.” commanded the photographer.
“Um, okay,” said Koyama, looking a bit overwhelmed.
The members shrugged their jackets and T-shirts off and stood in their trousers.
“Just as I thought,” said the photographer, walking round the members and staring at their chests and stomachs. Shige self-consciously crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re all beautiful male specimens...”
“This is kinda scary...” murmured Koyama to Ryo, who was showing his four-pack with no discomfort at all.
“Can we just get on with the photos already?” demanded Ryo impatiently.
“You need to change into D&G trousers and boxers, please,” said the man crisply.
When they were all ready with an inch of their underwear showing, as to show the D&G label, the shooting began. Ryo went first, dressed in charcoal grey jeans with the fly open. The photographer had him pose on a block with his legs open and one hand between them, the other with a finger in his mouth. Then went Koyama, who was wearing black cargoes. He was photographed lying on a red couch with one hand behind his head and the other with a thumb tucked into a belt loop.
After that it was Shige’s turn. His was the most simple: he stood straight on, one arm hanging loose and the other pulling his navy blue tracksuit bottoms down with his thumb. Finally it was Yamapi’s turn. He wore his signature low-slung blue jeans and was photographed leaning against a wall, licking his arm and his other hand in his pocket.
“Can we get out of here before that freaky photographer rapes us or something?” asked Shige anxiously. The member pulled their own clothes on before hurriedly leaving the shoot.
“I repeat: that was kinda scary,” said Koyama, shivering a little.
“Yeah,” agreed Ryo. “I can’t believe he made me undo my fly!”
“Ha! You seemed to enjoy the attention!” Shige said, laughing.
But Yamapi was in his own little world. He couldn’t wait to find out Yamada’s reaction to the pictures.
AT MCDONALD’S:
Yamada and Ryutaro were having lunch at McDonald’s. Suddenly a girl ran in, waving a magazine. “KYAAH!” she exclaimed to the restaurant. “4 NewS MEMBERS HAVE DONE A SEMI-NAKED PHOTOSHOOT IN THE LATEST EDITION OF THIS FASHION MAGAZINE!” Yamada choked on his Coke.
“Gimme that,” he snatched the magazine and opened it to the right page. His eyes widened. “I’m gonna get him for this...”