4 More Drabbles/Oneshots/Whatever
4 more short little fics. All PG/PG-13 so nothing to worry about. All again, unfortunately, Un-beta’d so I apologize for any and all mistakes.
Dreaming - Nakamaru/Shige
Sometimes Nakamaru thinks he'll wake up.
He'll wake up and be in the KAT-TUN dressing room, listening to Jin and Kame bicker over by the mirrors. No one beside him gently resting their hand on his knee or running long fingers through his hair. Instead, he'll find himself ducking and diving out of the way of Taguchi's flying limbs as he excitedly smashes the buttons on his DS next to him.
When he wakes up there wont be a warm apartment to come back to after work, with double the amount of clothes in the wardrobe and an extra toothbrush in the bathroom that isn't the old pink one Koki left behind two years ago.
The thought scares him and his heart beats a little faster.
“Yuu-chan,” he jumps slightly before looking down at the head tucked under his arm “I can hear you thinking. More to the point, I can hear you worrying.” Two eyes brimming with fond amusement make contact with his own before a whole head is lifted up and soft lips are pressed against the corner of his mouth.
Untangling himself from the bedspread, Shige swings his legs over the side and stands up on shaky legs. Making a show of stretching and arching his back for the man still lying very prone in the warm bed, sending a small smirk over a bare shoulder.
Nakamaru thinks that if this was a dream, this is where he'd wake up.
Perfect Model - Nino/Ohno/Shige/Ryo
I guess...XD
It happens by chance.
He sees Shige when out on a quest to find sweets for Aiba, being the good little Leader he is. Sitting alone in the News dressing room, bent low over an open book in his lap. Fingers slightly grasping the corner of a page and glasses slipping dangerously low. Teeth gently biting into a lip.
Ohno thinks he looks perfect. The sun shining in from the window acting as a spot light, basking Shiges form in gold. The dust in the air becoming visible, glittering around Shiges hair.
“Shige-kun would make a good model,” The spell is broken and Shige looks up, startled.
“Ohno-sempai,” Awkwardly scrambling up onto his feet, Shige fumbles with his glasses. Pushing them back up his nose, “I didn't see you there. Sorry”
“Could I paint you sometime?” Walking further into the room, Ohno pays no attention to Shiges apology and obviously flustered state. Striding confidently up to the fidgeting man.
“Paint me?” The nervousness of being alone with a sempai quickly dissolves into confusion. Especially seeing as Ohno seems to be getting a little bit too close for comfort.
Ohno presses close to Shige, one hand sliding round to gently rest on the small of his back whilst the other finds the back of Shiges neck. Chests flush together. Tilting his head up slightly, Ohno breathes across Shiges parted lips.
“Shige-kun looks like an angel.”
“Oi,” Two angry voices pipe up from the open door. Ninomiya and Ryo standing side by side, both with hands on their hips and scowls on their faces.
Ohno doesn't make any attempt to move his body, except slightly turning his head around to look over his shoulder. A million watt smile on his face, “Nino!”
“Ryo...” a strangled sob escapes Shiges lips as Ohno seems to snuggle even closer.
“Don't you think Shige-kun would make a good life model?” Ohno continues, his voice lowering ever so slightly as his eyes meet Nino's.
Nino's scowl quickly turns into a not so innocent smile, “It seems that Oh-chan has found a new muse. Come on Shige,” Nino makes his way over to the pair in the room, grabbing for one of Shiges free hands.
“Hey! What?! He is not going anywhere. Kindly tell your boyfriend to get his hands off of mine,” Ryo jabs at Ninos side.
“You too Nishikido,” Nino smacks his hand away, grinning up at the other man.
It takes all of three seconds for Ryo to agree once he sees Nino's smile. Sneaky bastard telepathy or something.
With an enthusiastic 'ok', Ryo grabs Shige out of Ohnos grasp before pulling him out the doorway. Nino and Ohno quickly following behind, all the while exclaiming that the Arashi dressing room is a better suited studio seeing as it has better lighting and, after all, Ohno's supplies are all ready there.
Garbage Day - Ryo/Shige AU
He knows before he opens the door who will be standing there. It is after all Wednesday, and he will forever be a complete jerk.
Grudgingly, Shige pulls the door open.
“This,” the man on the other side holds up a rubbish bag “Is all mixed up. I can't take it,” And promptly drops the dripping bag at Shiges bare feet. Not even having the courtesy to smother his, quite frankly, malicious laughter as a brown liquid seeps between Shiges toes.
“Nice robe by the way. I particularly like how you have nothing on underneath it”
“Nishikido-san--”
“I told you to call me Ryo,” Interrupts the garbage man, casually leaning against the door frame. Arms crossed and lips quirked upwards.
“You told me last week that all food waste goes in the pink bag,” He continues, completely ignoring the other man. “I did that. I put the food waste in the pink bag” Pointing a finger at the bag Nishikido so kindly dumped at his feet.
Ryo shrugs his shoulders and Shige nearly slams the door in his face.
“Hey, Ryo-chan!” Peeking his head out the door Shige could see the other garbage man, a young guy with a perm, hanging onto the side of the waste vehicle. Waving his free hand frantically towards them, “Come on, we still have the next street to do.”
With an overdramatic sigh, Ryo pushes himself off the door frame. With a wink and a salute, he's off down towards the road, “Until next week Shige-chan~”
Shige looks down at his feet and kicks the bag.
In for a Trim - Ryo/Shige AU
“Your Hair sucks,” Startled, Shige looks up from the magazine he was browsing through into the mirror to see a short, angry looking guy standing behind him.
“Well, that's why I'm here,” He steadily and slowly replies, only slightly annoyed at the hairdressers blunt admission. After all, he is the hairdresser and he knows what he's talking about. Probably.
“Really though,” A hand rakes its way through Shiges hair, tugging and pulling, only to be suddenly withdrawn and placed on a small hip, “It's fucking awful.”
Shige glances to his left where another hairdresser works on bleaching his giggling clients short hair. Grinning widely himself as he pokes the man in the cheek and flicks his earring. He can't help but feel he's got the shit end of the stick. Once again.
“Do you want me to do that to you?” A voice close to Shiges ear whispers, before quickly dissolving into snorts as a hand suddenly yanks his head back, “Because I wont. You're not cute like Yasu.”
“Oi, Ryo-chan,” Pipes up the other hairdresser, “Don't be a dick. Your kid looks ready to bolt.” He turns back to Yasu, skimming his hands round the base of his neck, “Or puke.”
“You puke on me, and I'll cut your ear off,” Shige has no reason to doubt him.
After a few moments of scrutinizing Shiges hair, Ryo claps his hands together, “Right, I'm giving you a fauxhawk,” And wanders off to the back of the salon.
“Wait, what?” Shige frantically turns round, eyes searching for the psychotic hair dresser, “I don't want to go that short,” He shouts over to the hairdresser who is attempting to find a cover to put over Shiges shoulders.
“You'll get what I give you,” Ryo replies as he strides back over and roughly ties the cover round Shiges neck. Shige briefly worries he's trying to strangle him, “The added height will look good and short hair will complement your face shape better. Well, marginally better. I'm not a miracle worker and your face is ugly.”
“I don't know If I can pull off something so dramatic,” Shige meekly replies as he eyes the scissors already gliding and snipping across his hair.
“You,” a pinch on the back of his neck, “Need more confidence. It's embarrassing. And anyway it's too late now, I've started.”
Shige can only whimper as he watches his hair fall around his face and drop onto the floor.
Dreaming - Nakamaru/Shige
Sometimes Nakamaru thinks he'll wake up.
He'll wake up and be in the KAT-TUN dressing room, listening to Jin and Kame bicker over by the mirrors. No one beside him gently resting their hand on his knee or running long fingers through his hair. Instead, he'll find himself ducking and diving out of the way of Taguchi's flying limbs as he excitedly smashes the buttons on his DS next to him.
When he wakes up there wont be a warm apartment to come back to after work, with double the amount of clothes in the wardrobe and an extra toothbrush in the bathroom that isn't the old pink one Koki left behind two years ago.
The thought scares him and his heart beats a little faster.
“Yuu-chan,” he jumps slightly before looking down at the head tucked under his arm “I can hear you thinking. More to the point, I can hear you worrying.” Two eyes brimming with fond amusement make contact with his own before a whole head is lifted up and soft lips are pressed against the corner of his mouth.
Untangling himself from the bedspread, Shige swings his legs over the side and stands up on shaky legs. Making a show of stretching and arching his back for the man still lying very prone in the warm bed, sending a small smirk over a bare shoulder.
Nakamaru thinks that if this was a dream, this is where he'd wake up.
Perfect Model - Nino/Ohno/Shige/Ryo
I guess...XD
It happens by chance.
He sees Shige when out on a quest to find sweets for Aiba, being the good little Leader he is. Sitting alone in the News dressing room, bent low over an open book in his lap. Fingers slightly grasping the corner of a page and glasses slipping dangerously low. Teeth gently biting into a lip.
Ohno thinks he looks perfect. The sun shining in from the window acting as a spot light, basking Shiges form in gold. The dust in the air becoming visible, glittering around Shiges hair.
“Shige-kun would make a good model,” The spell is broken and Shige looks up, startled.
“Ohno-sempai,” Awkwardly scrambling up onto his feet, Shige fumbles with his glasses. Pushing them back up his nose, “I didn't see you there. Sorry”
“Could I paint you sometime?” Walking further into the room, Ohno pays no attention to Shiges apology and obviously flustered state. Striding confidently up to the fidgeting man.
“Paint me?” The nervousness of being alone with a sempai quickly dissolves into confusion. Especially seeing as Ohno seems to be getting a little bit too close for comfort.
Ohno presses close to Shige, one hand sliding round to gently rest on the small of his back whilst the other finds the back of Shiges neck. Chests flush together. Tilting his head up slightly, Ohno breathes across Shiges parted lips.
“Shige-kun looks like an angel.”
“Oi,” Two angry voices pipe up from the open door. Ninomiya and Ryo standing side by side, both with hands on their hips and scowls on their faces.
Ohno doesn't make any attempt to move his body, except slightly turning his head around to look over his shoulder. A million watt smile on his face, “Nino!”
“Ryo...” a strangled sob escapes Shiges lips as Ohno seems to snuggle even closer.
“Don't you think Shige-kun would make a good life model?” Ohno continues, his voice lowering ever so slightly as his eyes meet Nino's.
Nino's scowl quickly turns into a not so innocent smile, “It seems that Oh-chan has found a new muse. Come on Shige,” Nino makes his way over to the pair in the room, grabbing for one of Shiges free hands.
“Hey! What?! He is not going anywhere. Kindly tell your boyfriend to get his hands off of mine,” Ryo jabs at Ninos side.
“You too Nishikido,” Nino smacks his hand away, grinning up at the other man.
It takes all of three seconds for Ryo to agree once he sees Nino's smile. Sneaky bastard telepathy or something.
With an enthusiastic 'ok', Ryo grabs Shige out of Ohnos grasp before pulling him out the doorway. Nino and Ohno quickly following behind, all the while exclaiming that the Arashi dressing room is a better suited studio seeing as it has better lighting and, after all, Ohno's supplies are all ready there.
Garbage Day - Ryo/Shige AU
He knows before he opens the door who will be standing there. It is after all Wednesday, and he will forever be a complete jerk.
Grudgingly, Shige pulls the door open.
“This,” the man on the other side holds up a rubbish bag “Is all mixed up. I can't take it,” And promptly drops the dripping bag at Shiges bare feet. Not even having the courtesy to smother his, quite frankly, malicious laughter as a brown liquid seeps between Shiges toes.
“Nice robe by the way. I particularly like how you have nothing on underneath it”
“Nishikido-san--”
“I told you to call me Ryo,” Interrupts the garbage man, casually leaning against the door frame. Arms crossed and lips quirked upwards.
“You told me last week that all food waste goes in the pink bag,” He continues, completely ignoring the other man. “I did that. I put the food waste in the pink bag” Pointing a finger at the bag Nishikido so kindly dumped at his feet.
Ryo shrugs his shoulders and Shige nearly slams the door in his face.
“Hey, Ryo-chan!” Peeking his head out the door Shige could see the other garbage man, a young guy with a perm, hanging onto the side of the waste vehicle. Waving his free hand frantically towards them, “Come on, we still have the next street to do.”
With an overdramatic sigh, Ryo pushes himself off the door frame. With a wink and a salute, he's off down towards the road, “Until next week Shige-chan~”
Shige looks down at his feet and kicks the bag.
In for a Trim - Ryo/Shige AU
“Your Hair sucks,” Startled, Shige looks up from the magazine he was browsing through into the mirror to see a short, angry looking guy standing behind him.
“Well, that's why I'm here,” He steadily and slowly replies, only slightly annoyed at the hairdressers blunt admission. After all, he is the hairdresser and he knows what he's talking about. Probably.
“Really though,” A hand rakes its way through Shiges hair, tugging and pulling, only to be suddenly withdrawn and placed on a small hip, “It's fucking awful.”
Shige glances to his left where another hairdresser works on bleaching his giggling clients short hair. Grinning widely himself as he pokes the man in the cheek and flicks his earring. He can't help but feel he's got the shit end of the stick. Once again.
“Do you want me to do that to you?” A voice close to Shiges ear whispers, before quickly dissolving into snorts as a hand suddenly yanks his head back, “Because I wont. You're not cute like Yasu.”
“Oi, Ryo-chan,” Pipes up the other hairdresser, “Don't be a dick. Your kid looks ready to bolt.” He turns back to Yasu, skimming his hands round the base of his neck, “Or puke.”
“You puke on me, and I'll cut your ear off,” Shige has no reason to doubt him.
After a few moments of scrutinizing Shiges hair, Ryo claps his hands together, “Right, I'm giving you a fauxhawk,” And wanders off to the back of the salon.
“Wait, what?” Shige frantically turns round, eyes searching for the psychotic hair dresser, “I don't want to go that short,” He shouts over to the hairdresser who is attempting to find a cover to put over Shiges shoulders.
“You'll get what I give you,” Ryo replies as he strides back over and roughly ties the cover round Shiges neck. Shige briefly worries he's trying to strangle him, “The added height will look good and short hair will complement your face shape better. Well, marginally better. I'm not a miracle worker and your face is ugly.”
“I don't know If I can pull off something so dramatic,” Shige meekly replies as he eyes the scissors already gliding and snipping across his hair.
“You,” a pinch on the back of his neck, “Need more confidence. It's embarrassing. And anyway it's too late now, I've started.”
Shige can only whimper as he watches his hair fall around his face and drop onto the floor.