In Which 6 Kanjani8 members have a crush and 1 is in denial - [Kanjani8/Shige]
Title: In Which 6 Kanjani8 members have a crush and 1 is in denial.
Pairings: Kanjani8/Shige
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kanjani8 have a crush on Shige.
Notes: Kanjani8 being cute. Not an orgy I'm afraid. But how I'd love to write that. This is sort of in the form of seven drabbles, but think of each part as one day in a week. Un-beta'd, so I apologize for any and all mistakes. Dedicated to all the gorgeous gals and guys on my flist as well as everyone else out there. Have a fantastic Christmas everyone and a safe New Year. Seriously, I think I'm a little bit in love with all you people.
Shige settles in for a night of heavy duty studying and revision. Shounen Club turned down low on the TV, a large coffee with a mountain of cream on the table next to him and a pack of beer in the fridge to keep him going through the night. Sinking into his sofa with a sigh, he grabs the first book on the top of the pile down my his feet. Resting it on the arm, he flips it open to the last page he marked. He pauses. Hearts and stars litter every scrap of, previously, blank space in the large Law text book. All down the margin as well as at the top and bottom of each page.
“I assume that's supposed to be me,” Shige mumbles to himself as he gazes at a small drawing. He squints. Who appears to be holding the hand of a shorter, blonde figure. It's actually very well drawn, obviously by someone with a natural flare and love of colour. It's quite apparent who the other little person is.
He doesn't know when Yasu managed to get a hold of his text books, or even how, seeing as they're usually always within reaching distance. He stretches out to snatch up another one, opening it at random. Again, it's filled with glittery swirls and cute little drawings. Well, if they're all like this, he can't help but be mildly impressed at Yasu's perseverance to be so thorough and consistent with his drawings in the mountain of books Shige has.
He tries so desperately to frown. The mature side of him disapproving of doodling in a book. But the sparkly messages, “Do your best Shige!” and “Thinking of you~”, pull his mouth into a fond smile. Sometimes he feels as if his band mates feel obligated to mention school. To ask how classes are going and to feign interest when Shige starts talking about a particular Law subject. He knows they do care but when you spend practically every day with someone, whether you want to or not, you become desensitized to them. Like how a “Good morning, how are you?” eventually becomes merely a greeting rather then a genuine inquiry. Like a reflex. To think someone else out there really does want him to do well and is thinking about him, frankly makes him feel quite giddy.
The next day Shige happens to bump into a bubbly Yasu on the way to the store, wrapped up in a big coat with a long colourful scarf wound around his neck. The tip of his nose and his cheeks red raw from the bitter cold.
“Did Shige like the notes I left him?” Yasu bounces up and down on the tips of his toes, small puffs of air visible as he talks animatedly.
Shige finds himself nodding, a remark about defacing University books that arn't actually his dies on the tip of his tongue.
“And the pictures are so Shige's eyes don't go all fuzzy from all the text he has to read.” Yasu explains sweetly as he looks up through his fringe. Shige has to restrain himself from reaching out and brushing the strands of hair out of Yasu's eyes.
Shaking himself back into reality, “I really do appreciate it, thank you. I have a test in a few days and your messages will definitely give me the strength to do well on it.” He bows. He may as well indulge the other man, after all, he did think the messages were sweet. And the squeal of delight that erupts from between Yasu's lips really does make Shige's heart beat ever so slightly faster.
Shige really doesn't know how he ends up in a tight hug with Yasu. The smaller man giggling into his ear. Between rubbing his hands together to keep his fingers tips warm and seeing Yasu sneeze lightly, which is about as cute as a kitten sneezing, he doesn't know when the shorter man managed to wrap his arms round Shige's waist and press into his body. He's just going to put it down to one of those things and squishes his face against Yasu's cold cheek, hoping against hope no one recognises them.
~~~
Waking up only to realise that the small cough you've had over the past week has developed into a full blown cold really doesn't set the day up to be a good one.
Shige reaches a hand out to grab his phone which sits on his bed side table, grasping blindly in the air until he finds it. Flipping it open he dials work. He hates having days off. Usually he hauls himself in even when he's on the verge of passing out. But he really can't bring himself to suffer through Koyama's mothering and wandering hands today. He enjoys being fussed over, but Koyama ends up making himself sick with worry which just ends up making Shige feel even worse. Once Shige came into work with a bandage on his arm after slipping with a knife when making dinner the night before. Koyama screamed the place down and the wound on Shige's arm seemed to pulsate with pain alot more than it ever did when he first sliced into his arm.
A few hours pass and he's slipping in and out of consciousness when he hears his doorbell. Throwing his bed cover over his head and wrapping it round his body, he steadily makes his way to the front door. It could be important he reasons, as he winces at the aches in his back and hips.
Clutching a bag in one hand and pressing two big, fluffy pillows into his chest with his other arm is Murakami Shingo.
“Murakami-kun? What...” Shige blinks his eyes into focus.
“I thought you could do with some more pillows,” Interrupts the other man, seemingly speaking before he meant to, if the increasing redness on his cheeks and the widening of his eyes are any indication. Shige blinks. From what he knows of Murakami, that doesn't appear to be normal behaviour. It's sort of cute he briefly thinks, as his stomach begins to feel all tight.
“Well, that's nice of you but why?” Shige unconsciously grips the bed cover that's wrapped around him tighter, his head pounding.
“I heard from Ryo-chan that you were ill and thought I'd come make sure you were ok.”
Shige stays silent. He honestly doesn't know what to say.
“Come on, stop standing with the door open. You'll get worse,” Hina fidgets, sounding more then a little embarrassed.
Hina ushers Shige back into his house, closing the door behind them. Shige wanders back to his room and slowly gets into bed, frankly feeling too shitty to even question this bizarre situation. He watches as Hina takes various boxes of tablets out of the bag he was carrying and places them on his bed side table. Disappearing for a few moments only to return with a glass of water. Placing that gently next to the medicine, he lowers himself down onto Shiges bed.
Sitting next to Shige's stretched out figure he reaches over to lay his hand on Shige's forehead. Faces close.
“You'll catch my cold if you get that close.” Shige whispers. Why, he doesn't really know.
Looking down, Murakami gives a gentle smile and hesitates slightly, hovering over Shige, before sitting back. Leaving a waft of cologne that manages to break through Shige's blocked up nose.
“Don't worry, I've done this enough times.”
“Siblings?”
Murakami laughs loudly, and Shige can't help but smile at the sound.
“The others actually. Someone has to take care of them.” Shige hums fondly as he thinks of Hina nursing the other Kanjani8 members back to health. It's a ridiculously adorable thought. And he definitely isn't imagining Hina in a nurses uniform.
Murakami ducks his head as Shige accidently lets his hand fall onto his own, his thoughts a million miles away. Completely oblivious in his fever frazzled mind as to where his hand is and the inner turmoil it's causing the other man.
Murakami turns his hand over under Shige's, so his palm is facing upwards, and lets his fingers curl round Shige's for a few moments. Gently caressing the soft skin before putting the hand under the bed cover with the rest of his body.
“Come on, get some sleep.” Shige murmurs an incoherent noise as Murakami brings the cover up to his chin. Eyelids already feeling heavy, Shige snuggles down and sighs contently.
~~~
Massu may be cute, but when food is involved he becomes sneaky. Using the cuteness for his own benefit and always against Shige. It's a recent thing, Shige blames Tegoshi. He was looking so forward to that sandwich too. But when Massu started sighing forlornly whilst pretending not to look at Shige's neatly wrapped up lunch, he could only give in. Dreading the inevitable big round eyes, full of tears, that would come if tried to ignore Massu. A manipulative Massu trying out Tegoshi's tricks isn't something Shige likes to deal with. And to think, yesterday he was stuck at home because he was ill. His adorable band mates should be taking care of him today. Shige snorts. Not likely. It just made him all the better target apparently.
Sighing, Shige pushes his money into the vending machine. Leaning one arm against the machine to support his weight as he peers forward to look at the sweets. Punching in a few numbers, he watches as the snickers bar begins to move slightly only to then get stuck just before dropping. Letting out a whining noise, Shige shakes and bangs the machine trying to dislodge the chocolate bar.
“Come on, come on.” He pleads, face pressed against the glass.
“Shige-kun?” He looks up and sees the lanky frame of Ohkura Tadayoshi, holding something which smells delicious. A crepe, oozing with melted chocolate. Ohkura has never looked so beautiful.
Shige has the decency to look a little embarrassed as he realises he was just caught assaulting and talking to the vending machine in the middle of the hallway.
“I gave Massu my lunch and now my chocolate bar got stuck.” He answers Ohkura's questioning look quickly.
“And I'm starving.” He adds as an after thought and pouts unintentionally as he gazes longingly at the crepe in Ohkura's hand.
Ohkura flushes deeply and thrusts the crepe out towards Shige.
“You sure?” Shige asks, with slight uncertainty but complete gratitude. Making his voice sound breathy and drawn out, so obliviously innocent and sincere. Ohkura nods vigorously and Shige takes the crepe from him.
“I,” Ohkura sighs, “Wasn't hungry anyway.”
Shiges face lights up and brings the warm food towards his face. A pink tongue darting out from between his lips to lick at the small amount of chocolate dripping down the side. Looking back up, he smiles genuinely at the other man. A small smudge of chocolate on the corner of his mouth that he doesn't notice, but that Ohkura is all too aware of.
“Thank you so much Ohkura-kun.” says Shige earnestly. Really, Shige thinks he's fallen a little bit in love.
Ohkura nods before stiffly striding back down the hallway, his voice cracking as he reasons with himself, “Totally worth it.”
~~~
Shige's rather lucky in the sense that when he wants some quiet time to himself, he's generally left alone. He doesn't have a temper, but when he's under stress the others know that them being around will just turn Shige into the snarky, evil monster he tries to hide the majority of the time. He's actually much worse then Ryo in reality sometimes, but they all agreed that the fans only need to know about one of the psycho's in the band.
This time he's managed to find an empty room to relax in, which is a feat in itself. Usually all the rooms away from the main practice rooms are full to the brim with a million fifteen year old boys. Shige sits on the floor with his eyes closed, head tilted back and headphones on. His guitar laying at his side and sheets of paper scattered around. Some with lyrics scribbled down, and some with the odd line of music.
His body tingles as he senses another presence in the room. Cracking one eye open he sees Subaru Shibutani crouching down in front of him.
“Listening to anything interesting?” The man smiles cheekily, large glasses perched on the end of his nose and a beanie hat pulled tightly on his head, wisps of hair curling out from underneath.
He passes his headphones over to Subaru who's eyes light up when he hears what Shige was listening to.
“The Misfits? Knew you had good taste in music.” Since when has Subaru been thinking anything about Shige?
Subaru glances around at the room, “Not disturbing your alone time am I?”
Shige feels oddly at ease, relaxed even. The time alone listening to, and writing, music a great way to relieve stress that's been building up lately. He actually welcomes Subaru's presence and shakes his head.
Subaru grins in response and sits down next to Shige. Folding his small legs underneath himself. He picks up one of the sheets of paper curiously.
“Ah, Shibutani-san that's...” Shige's eyes go wide and he makes a grab for the paper, but Subaru pulls it out of his grasp. He skims the first few lines before looking back up towards Shige.
“This is really beautiful Shige.” Subaru replies, as he smooths the lightly crumpled paper out over his knee gently.
“Really? I just had a sudden burst of inspiration and jotted down a few ideas.” Shige gushes, touching the back of his head in embarrassment. After all, Subaru is an amazing lyricist and musician. To be genuinely praised by him is a fantastic complement.
“Can you sing it to me?” he points to the guitar, “and play as well?”
The request does catch him off guard seeing as he sort of got the impression that Subaru doesn't feel particularly comfortable with him. But Shige is more then happy to comply. It's a pleasure to play to someone who is genuinely interested. Even though he's a little nervous as the song is far from finished and the lyrics are no where near perfect, it's great practice to play in front of people. Even in the early stages of a song. He can get feedback on it, changing, adding or getting rid of what he needs to.
Shige grips the guitar and starts to play, slowly sliding his eyes shut as he begins to sing. Just before he sings the last line, he opens his eyes and unintentionally locks eyes with Subaru. There's a spark, and Shige fleetingly thinks he hears the crackle of electricity.
Face beet red, Subaru scrambles to his feet.
“Excuse me, I'm just going to the toilet.” He all but runs out of the room. Not before shouting out, “I love it,” as he dashes off.
Everyone knows that one of Subaru's biggest turn on's is being sung to privately with an acoustic guitar. Shige never got the memo.
~~~
How he gets conned into being Ryo's messenger will always baffle him. He's always been pretty immune to Ryo's threats and usually dismisses his over the top attempts at actually being a normal human being, but he still always ends up giving in. He knocks on the Arashi dressing room, before walking in. The room is empty except for two occupants on the sofa by the wall.
“Ah, Shige-kun!” waves Aiba from where he sits with Yoko, “Have you come to play with us?” Aiba nudges Yoko suspiciously.
“I'm here for Ninomiya-sempai actually.”
“Ah, he's off with Leader somewhere.” Aiba taps a finger against his bottom lip before breaking out into a huge smile, “I'll go get him for you!”
“Aiba-kun, that's really not necessary.” Shige tries to stop the bouncy Arashi member as he walks past. Next time, Ryo can sort out his own damn drama rubbish.
“Look after Yu-chan for me Shige.” Aiba says sweetly, winking at both of them in a very exaggerated manner before dashing out of the room.
“I'll kill him.” Yoko mumbles to himself, frowning at the door way. Shige unfortunately hears and assumes it's because Yoko has been left alone with him.
“Don't worry, I'll go.” Shige bows politely before turning away.
“No wait.” Yoko grabs onto Shige's arm, “I definitely didn't mean what you thought I meant by that.” Shige laughs lightly as Yoko stumbles over his words in an apology.
“I'm just an idiot, too much time alone in small rooms with Aiba.” Shige finds Yoko inexplicably sweet when he's flustered. It's a confusingly welcome change.
“Actually, I've been meaning to talk to you. Ryo-chan mentioned that you've been meaning to take a small break in Osaka recently.” Yoko pauses before Shige nods at him to continue.
“Well, I've got some work in Osaka next week spanning over a few days. So maybe we could go together and like, hang out. There's a few places I'd like to take you and it beats going on your own.” Yoko's face is now completely red and he looks up at Shige with hopeful eyes, “Um, right?”
Yoko really shouldn't bite his lips like that. It's distracting. Yoko has really nice lips. So pink and full.
Shige agrees before he really thinks about what he's agreeing to.
Suddenly the Yoko that Shige is used to seeing is back, smiling ridiculously at him and Shige can't restrain himself from smiling back.
“Brilliant.” Yoko sighs out and rakes a hand through his hair.
“I'm coming in~ Please put all discarded clothes back on.” Aiba chortles from outside, swinging the door open with a flourish to find Shige and Yoko standing in pretty much the same places he left them.
“You're not naked.” Aiba's face falls and he sounds sorely disappointed.
“Who's not naked?” Nino pokes his head around the door.
~~~
Shige has always been confident and he can admit that his ego is probably ever so slightly larger then the average persons. In the early days of News his confidence took a beating but after a couple years of hard work, he is finally at a place in his life where he feels comfortable and content again. Despite that, Shige still finds himself always the last one in the practice rooms. Determined to get any new dances down and perfecting the older ones.
The song stops and he bends over. Hands on his knees and breathing deeply, trying to fill his lungs up with as much air as possible. When he straightens up, a fresh towel is dumped on his head.
“Maruyama-kun.” Shige is pleasantly surprised to see the playful Kanjani8 member.
“Ryo-chan said you often stay behind to practice your dancing.” Maru looks around at the large empty room.
“I thought you must be lonely,” Maru nods to himself and holds up an ice cold bottle of water, grinning, “And thirsty.”
Shige grins along with him as he takes the bottle from his grasp. Gulping down the liquid, managing to miss his mouth a few times. Much to the pleasure of Maru, who happily follows the path of the trickle of water that escapes Shiges lips as it makes its way down his neck. Maru reluctantly tears his eyes away.
“Have you got much more to do?”
“Just a couple more songs I want to see if I've got down.”
“Then I'll stay and be your water boy.”
“Thank you.” Shige smiles gently before handing the bottle and towel back over to Maru.
Maru sits, watching as Shige twists his body around and grinds his hips. Sweat flying from his hair as he whips his head from left to right. He's not even doing anything, but Maru feels ridiculously hot and sticky. He shifts uncomfortably, crossing and re-crossing his legs. Since when has Shige looked so strong and dominant? Maru has heard that Shige usually has a pretty tough time learning the dance moves. He was hoping for a cute display of fail. A flustered Shige turning to him, begging him to help, “Please Maru-chan, teach me how to thrust.” Not that he's complaining. This, this, is a blessing as well as being so sinfully sexy.
“Shige-kun has got really good at that.” He shouts over the music and can see Shige smiling back at him in the mirror.
After a few more minutes of utter torture, Shige shuts off the music.
“Right, I think I'm done.” He glances round the room making sure he hasn't left anything and notices Maru hasn't moved from his spot on the floor, “You coming?”
“I'm...just going to sit here for a while.” He manages to strain out.
Shige raises an eyebrow, “But I thought we could go for a drink?”
“That'd be great, just,” Maru fumbles with the towel in his lap, “Give me a minute and I'll meet you outside.”
Maru gives Shige a dopey thumbs up and all Shige can do is wordlessly walk out the building to wait for Maru.
~~~
“I like your band mates. They're much nicer than you.” Shige begins conversationally one afternoon in the News dressing room. The two of them packing up their bits and pieces before they get to enjoy a rare weekend off.
“Are you really that dense? They all have a crush on you.” Ryo snorts as he idly flicks through a magazine, yet to lift a finger.
“They're being sweet now, but they'll soon get impatient. I hope you're prepared for a full out war to decide who gets your hand. Calm before the storm Shige, calm before the storm.” Ryo throws down the magazine next to him and stretches his arms above his head until he hears a few cracks in his back. Only to then settle back down and give Shige an infuriatingly smug smile.
“You should've spoken in Kansai-ben to Hina. He would of been all over you like white on rice.” Shige tunes Ryo out as he rattles off a list of his band mates turn on's, he vaguely thinks he hears something about Subaru and guitars, but he's too distracted to care.
“You're...kidding me.” Shige furrows his brow, before a full out grin blossoms across his face.
“Oi, you're happy!” Ryo frowns and points at Shige.
“I knew Yasu copped a feel,” Shige chuckles and crosses his arms as he leans back against the wall, feeling quite pleased with himself, “And I think I may have agreed to a romantic get away with Yoko.”
Ryo splutters.
“Actually, now that I think about it,” Shige saunters over to Ryo. He feels a bit silly doing so, but it'll be worth it. “Do you talk about me a lot to your band mates Ryo?”
“What? Why?” Ryo refuses to meet Shige's gaze.
“Well, some information a few of them knew about me seemed to have a common source. You.” Shige leans over Ryo, hands on the sofa either side of his head.
“The fact that I've been wanting to travel into Osaka recently, that I stay late to practice dance moves, that I was ill.”
“It's very cute,” Shige leans even closer, enough so that his breath ghosts across Ryo's lips, “That you have a crush on me too.”
Ryo knocks him out of the way and makes a grab for his bag, “Like hell” and storms out of the room. Blushing up to the roots of his hair.
Shige flops down onto the now vacant sofa and links his hands behind his head.
“All seven of them. Awesome. Maybe I should call Uchi.”
Pairings: Kanjani8/Shige
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kanjani8 have a crush on Shige.
Notes: Kanjani8 being cute. Not an orgy I'm afraid. But how I'd love to write that. This is sort of in the form of seven drabbles, but think of each part as one day in a week. Un-beta'd, so I apologize for any and all mistakes. Dedicated to all the gorgeous gals and guys on my flist as well as everyone else out there. Have a fantastic Christmas everyone and a safe New Year. Seriously, I think I'm a little bit in love with all you people.
Shige settles in for a night of heavy duty studying and revision. Shounen Club turned down low on the TV, a large coffee with a mountain of cream on the table next to him and a pack of beer in the fridge to keep him going through the night. Sinking into his sofa with a sigh, he grabs the first book on the top of the pile down my his feet. Resting it on the arm, he flips it open to the last page he marked. He pauses. Hearts and stars litter every scrap of, previously, blank space in the large Law text book. All down the margin as well as at the top and bottom of each page.
“I assume that's supposed to be me,” Shige mumbles to himself as he gazes at a small drawing. He squints. Who appears to be holding the hand of a shorter, blonde figure. It's actually very well drawn, obviously by someone with a natural flare and love of colour. It's quite apparent who the other little person is.
He doesn't know when Yasu managed to get a hold of his text books, or even how, seeing as they're usually always within reaching distance. He stretches out to snatch up another one, opening it at random. Again, it's filled with glittery swirls and cute little drawings. Well, if they're all like this, he can't help but be mildly impressed at Yasu's perseverance to be so thorough and consistent with his drawings in the mountain of books Shige has.
He tries so desperately to frown. The mature side of him disapproving of doodling in a book. But the sparkly messages, “Do your best Shige!” and “Thinking of you~”, pull his mouth into a fond smile. Sometimes he feels as if his band mates feel obligated to mention school. To ask how classes are going and to feign interest when Shige starts talking about a particular Law subject. He knows they do care but when you spend practically every day with someone, whether you want to or not, you become desensitized to them. Like how a “Good morning, how are you?” eventually becomes merely a greeting rather then a genuine inquiry. Like a reflex. To think someone else out there really does want him to do well and is thinking about him, frankly makes him feel quite giddy.
The next day Shige happens to bump into a bubbly Yasu on the way to the store, wrapped up in a big coat with a long colourful scarf wound around his neck. The tip of his nose and his cheeks red raw from the bitter cold.
“Did Shige like the notes I left him?” Yasu bounces up and down on the tips of his toes, small puffs of air visible as he talks animatedly.
Shige finds himself nodding, a remark about defacing University books that arn't actually his dies on the tip of his tongue.
“And the pictures are so Shige's eyes don't go all fuzzy from all the text he has to read.” Yasu explains sweetly as he looks up through his fringe. Shige has to restrain himself from reaching out and brushing the strands of hair out of Yasu's eyes.
Shaking himself back into reality, “I really do appreciate it, thank you. I have a test in a few days and your messages will definitely give me the strength to do well on it.” He bows. He may as well indulge the other man, after all, he did think the messages were sweet. And the squeal of delight that erupts from between Yasu's lips really does make Shige's heart beat ever so slightly faster.
Shige really doesn't know how he ends up in a tight hug with Yasu. The smaller man giggling into his ear. Between rubbing his hands together to keep his fingers tips warm and seeing Yasu sneeze lightly, which is about as cute as a kitten sneezing, he doesn't know when the shorter man managed to wrap his arms round Shige's waist and press into his body. He's just going to put it down to one of those things and squishes his face against Yasu's cold cheek, hoping against hope no one recognises them.
~~~
Waking up only to realise that the small cough you've had over the past week has developed into a full blown cold really doesn't set the day up to be a good one.
Shige reaches a hand out to grab his phone which sits on his bed side table, grasping blindly in the air until he finds it. Flipping it open he dials work. He hates having days off. Usually he hauls himself in even when he's on the verge of passing out. But he really can't bring himself to suffer through Koyama's mothering and wandering hands today. He enjoys being fussed over, but Koyama ends up making himself sick with worry which just ends up making Shige feel even worse. Once Shige came into work with a bandage on his arm after slipping with a knife when making dinner the night before. Koyama screamed the place down and the wound on Shige's arm seemed to pulsate with pain alot more than it ever did when he first sliced into his arm.
A few hours pass and he's slipping in and out of consciousness when he hears his doorbell. Throwing his bed cover over his head and wrapping it round his body, he steadily makes his way to the front door. It could be important he reasons, as he winces at the aches in his back and hips.
Clutching a bag in one hand and pressing two big, fluffy pillows into his chest with his other arm is Murakami Shingo.
“Murakami-kun? What...” Shige blinks his eyes into focus.
“I thought you could do with some more pillows,” Interrupts the other man, seemingly speaking before he meant to, if the increasing redness on his cheeks and the widening of his eyes are any indication. Shige blinks. From what he knows of Murakami, that doesn't appear to be normal behaviour. It's sort of cute he briefly thinks, as his stomach begins to feel all tight.
“Well, that's nice of you but why?” Shige unconsciously grips the bed cover that's wrapped around him tighter, his head pounding.
“I heard from Ryo-chan that you were ill and thought I'd come make sure you were ok.”
Shige stays silent. He honestly doesn't know what to say.
“Come on, stop standing with the door open. You'll get worse,” Hina fidgets, sounding more then a little embarrassed.
Hina ushers Shige back into his house, closing the door behind them. Shige wanders back to his room and slowly gets into bed, frankly feeling too shitty to even question this bizarre situation. He watches as Hina takes various boxes of tablets out of the bag he was carrying and places them on his bed side table. Disappearing for a few moments only to return with a glass of water. Placing that gently next to the medicine, he lowers himself down onto Shiges bed.
Sitting next to Shige's stretched out figure he reaches over to lay his hand on Shige's forehead. Faces close.
“You'll catch my cold if you get that close.” Shige whispers. Why, he doesn't really know.
Looking down, Murakami gives a gentle smile and hesitates slightly, hovering over Shige, before sitting back. Leaving a waft of cologne that manages to break through Shige's blocked up nose.
“Don't worry, I've done this enough times.”
“Siblings?”
Murakami laughs loudly, and Shige can't help but smile at the sound.
“The others actually. Someone has to take care of them.” Shige hums fondly as he thinks of Hina nursing the other Kanjani8 members back to health. It's a ridiculously adorable thought. And he definitely isn't imagining Hina in a nurses uniform.
Murakami ducks his head as Shige accidently lets his hand fall onto his own, his thoughts a million miles away. Completely oblivious in his fever frazzled mind as to where his hand is and the inner turmoil it's causing the other man.
Murakami turns his hand over under Shige's, so his palm is facing upwards, and lets his fingers curl round Shige's for a few moments. Gently caressing the soft skin before putting the hand under the bed cover with the rest of his body.
“Come on, get some sleep.” Shige murmurs an incoherent noise as Murakami brings the cover up to his chin. Eyelids already feeling heavy, Shige snuggles down and sighs contently.
~~~
Massu may be cute, but when food is involved he becomes sneaky. Using the cuteness for his own benefit and always against Shige. It's a recent thing, Shige blames Tegoshi. He was looking so forward to that sandwich too. But when Massu started sighing forlornly whilst pretending not to look at Shige's neatly wrapped up lunch, he could only give in. Dreading the inevitable big round eyes, full of tears, that would come if tried to ignore Massu. A manipulative Massu trying out Tegoshi's tricks isn't something Shige likes to deal with. And to think, yesterday he was stuck at home because he was ill. His adorable band mates should be taking care of him today. Shige snorts. Not likely. It just made him all the better target apparently.
Sighing, Shige pushes his money into the vending machine. Leaning one arm against the machine to support his weight as he peers forward to look at the sweets. Punching in a few numbers, he watches as the snickers bar begins to move slightly only to then get stuck just before dropping. Letting out a whining noise, Shige shakes and bangs the machine trying to dislodge the chocolate bar.
“Come on, come on.” He pleads, face pressed against the glass.
“Shige-kun?” He looks up and sees the lanky frame of Ohkura Tadayoshi, holding something which smells delicious. A crepe, oozing with melted chocolate. Ohkura has never looked so beautiful.
Shige has the decency to look a little embarrassed as he realises he was just caught assaulting and talking to the vending machine in the middle of the hallway.
“I gave Massu my lunch and now my chocolate bar got stuck.” He answers Ohkura's questioning look quickly.
“And I'm starving.” He adds as an after thought and pouts unintentionally as he gazes longingly at the crepe in Ohkura's hand.
Ohkura flushes deeply and thrusts the crepe out towards Shige.
“You sure?” Shige asks, with slight uncertainty but complete gratitude. Making his voice sound breathy and drawn out, so obliviously innocent and sincere. Ohkura nods vigorously and Shige takes the crepe from him.
“I,” Ohkura sighs, “Wasn't hungry anyway.”
Shiges face lights up and brings the warm food towards his face. A pink tongue darting out from between his lips to lick at the small amount of chocolate dripping down the side. Looking back up, he smiles genuinely at the other man. A small smudge of chocolate on the corner of his mouth that he doesn't notice, but that Ohkura is all too aware of.
“Thank you so much Ohkura-kun.” says Shige earnestly. Really, Shige thinks he's fallen a little bit in love.
Ohkura nods before stiffly striding back down the hallway, his voice cracking as he reasons with himself, “Totally worth it.”
~~~
Shige's rather lucky in the sense that when he wants some quiet time to himself, he's generally left alone. He doesn't have a temper, but when he's under stress the others know that them being around will just turn Shige into the snarky, evil monster he tries to hide the majority of the time. He's actually much worse then Ryo in reality sometimes, but they all agreed that the fans only need to know about one of the psycho's in the band.
This time he's managed to find an empty room to relax in, which is a feat in itself. Usually all the rooms away from the main practice rooms are full to the brim with a million fifteen year old boys. Shige sits on the floor with his eyes closed, head tilted back and headphones on. His guitar laying at his side and sheets of paper scattered around. Some with lyrics scribbled down, and some with the odd line of music.
His body tingles as he senses another presence in the room. Cracking one eye open he sees Subaru Shibutani crouching down in front of him.
“Listening to anything interesting?” The man smiles cheekily, large glasses perched on the end of his nose and a beanie hat pulled tightly on his head, wisps of hair curling out from underneath.
He passes his headphones over to Subaru who's eyes light up when he hears what Shige was listening to.
“The Misfits? Knew you had good taste in music.” Since when has Subaru been thinking anything about Shige?
Subaru glances around at the room, “Not disturbing your alone time am I?”
Shige feels oddly at ease, relaxed even. The time alone listening to, and writing, music a great way to relieve stress that's been building up lately. He actually welcomes Subaru's presence and shakes his head.
Subaru grins in response and sits down next to Shige. Folding his small legs underneath himself. He picks up one of the sheets of paper curiously.
“Ah, Shibutani-san that's...” Shige's eyes go wide and he makes a grab for the paper, but Subaru pulls it out of his grasp. He skims the first few lines before looking back up towards Shige.
“This is really beautiful Shige.” Subaru replies, as he smooths the lightly crumpled paper out over his knee gently.
“Really? I just had a sudden burst of inspiration and jotted down a few ideas.” Shige gushes, touching the back of his head in embarrassment. After all, Subaru is an amazing lyricist and musician. To be genuinely praised by him is a fantastic complement.
“Can you sing it to me?” he points to the guitar, “and play as well?”
The request does catch him off guard seeing as he sort of got the impression that Subaru doesn't feel particularly comfortable with him. But Shige is more then happy to comply. It's a pleasure to play to someone who is genuinely interested. Even though he's a little nervous as the song is far from finished and the lyrics are no where near perfect, it's great practice to play in front of people. Even in the early stages of a song. He can get feedback on it, changing, adding or getting rid of what he needs to.
Shige grips the guitar and starts to play, slowly sliding his eyes shut as he begins to sing. Just before he sings the last line, he opens his eyes and unintentionally locks eyes with Subaru. There's a spark, and Shige fleetingly thinks he hears the crackle of electricity.
Face beet red, Subaru scrambles to his feet.
“Excuse me, I'm just going to the toilet.” He all but runs out of the room. Not before shouting out, “I love it,” as he dashes off.
Everyone knows that one of Subaru's biggest turn on's is being sung to privately with an acoustic guitar. Shige never got the memo.
~~~
How he gets conned into being Ryo's messenger will always baffle him. He's always been pretty immune to Ryo's threats and usually dismisses his over the top attempts at actually being a normal human being, but he still always ends up giving in. He knocks on the Arashi dressing room, before walking in. The room is empty except for two occupants on the sofa by the wall.
“Ah, Shige-kun!” waves Aiba from where he sits with Yoko, “Have you come to play with us?” Aiba nudges Yoko suspiciously.
“I'm here for Ninomiya-sempai actually.”
“Ah, he's off with Leader somewhere.” Aiba taps a finger against his bottom lip before breaking out into a huge smile, “I'll go get him for you!”
“Aiba-kun, that's really not necessary.” Shige tries to stop the bouncy Arashi member as he walks past. Next time, Ryo can sort out his own damn drama rubbish.
“Look after Yu-chan for me Shige.” Aiba says sweetly, winking at both of them in a very exaggerated manner before dashing out of the room.
“I'll kill him.” Yoko mumbles to himself, frowning at the door way. Shige unfortunately hears and assumes it's because Yoko has been left alone with him.
“Don't worry, I'll go.” Shige bows politely before turning away.
“No wait.” Yoko grabs onto Shige's arm, “I definitely didn't mean what you thought I meant by that.” Shige laughs lightly as Yoko stumbles over his words in an apology.
“I'm just an idiot, too much time alone in small rooms with Aiba.” Shige finds Yoko inexplicably sweet when he's flustered. It's a confusingly welcome change.
“Actually, I've been meaning to talk to you. Ryo-chan mentioned that you've been meaning to take a small break in Osaka recently.” Yoko pauses before Shige nods at him to continue.
“Well, I've got some work in Osaka next week spanning over a few days. So maybe we could go together and like, hang out. There's a few places I'd like to take you and it beats going on your own.” Yoko's face is now completely red and he looks up at Shige with hopeful eyes, “Um, right?”
Yoko really shouldn't bite his lips like that. It's distracting. Yoko has really nice lips. So pink and full.
Shige agrees before he really thinks about what he's agreeing to.
Suddenly the Yoko that Shige is used to seeing is back, smiling ridiculously at him and Shige can't restrain himself from smiling back.
“Brilliant.” Yoko sighs out and rakes a hand through his hair.
“I'm coming in~ Please put all discarded clothes back on.” Aiba chortles from outside, swinging the door open with a flourish to find Shige and Yoko standing in pretty much the same places he left them.
“You're not naked.” Aiba's face falls and he sounds sorely disappointed.
“Who's not naked?” Nino pokes his head around the door.
~~~
Shige has always been confident and he can admit that his ego is probably ever so slightly larger then the average persons. In the early days of News his confidence took a beating but after a couple years of hard work, he is finally at a place in his life where he feels comfortable and content again. Despite that, Shige still finds himself always the last one in the practice rooms. Determined to get any new dances down and perfecting the older ones.
The song stops and he bends over. Hands on his knees and breathing deeply, trying to fill his lungs up with as much air as possible. When he straightens up, a fresh towel is dumped on his head.
“Maruyama-kun.” Shige is pleasantly surprised to see the playful Kanjani8 member.
“Ryo-chan said you often stay behind to practice your dancing.” Maru looks around at the large empty room.
“I thought you must be lonely,” Maru nods to himself and holds up an ice cold bottle of water, grinning, “And thirsty.”
Shige grins along with him as he takes the bottle from his grasp. Gulping down the liquid, managing to miss his mouth a few times. Much to the pleasure of Maru, who happily follows the path of the trickle of water that escapes Shiges lips as it makes its way down his neck. Maru reluctantly tears his eyes away.
“Have you got much more to do?”
“Just a couple more songs I want to see if I've got down.”
“Then I'll stay and be your water boy.”
“Thank you.” Shige smiles gently before handing the bottle and towel back over to Maru.
Maru sits, watching as Shige twists his body around and grinds his hips. Sweat flying from his hair as he whips his head from left to right. He's not even doing anything, but Maru feels ridiculously hot and sticky. He shifts uncomfortably, crossing and re-crossing his legs. Since when has Shige looked so strong and dominant? Maru has heard that Shige usually has a pretty tough time learning the dance moves. He was hoping for a cute display of fail. A flustered Shige turning to him, begging him to help, “Please Maru-chan, teach me how to thrust.” Not that he's complaining. This, this, is a blessing as well as being so sinfully sexy.
“Shige-kun has got really good at that.” He shouts over the music and can see Shige smiling back at him in the mirror.
After a few more minutes of utter torture, Shige shuts off the music.
“Right, I think I'm done.” He glances round the room making sure he hasn't left anything and notices Maru hasn't moved from his spot on the floor, “You coming?”
“I'm...just going to sit here for a while.” He manages to strain out.
Shige raises an eyebrow, “But I thought we could go for a drink?”
“That'd be great, just,” Maru fumbles with the towel in his lap, “Give me a minute and I'll meet you outside.”
Maru gives Shige a dopey thumbs up and all Shige can do is wordlessly walk out the building to wait for Maru.
~~~
“I like your band mates. They're much nicer than you.” Shige begins conversationally one afternoon in the News dressing room. The two of them packing up their bits and pieces before they get to enjoy a rare weekend off.
“Are you really that dense? They all have a crush on you.” Ryo snorts as he idly flicks through a magazine, yet to lift a finger.
“They're being sweet now, but they'll soon get impatient. I hope you're prepared for a full out war to decide who gets your hand. Calm before the storm Shige, calm before the storm.” Ryo throws down the magazine next to him and stretches his arms above his head until he hears a few cracks in his back. Only to then settle back down and give Shige an infuriatingly smug smile.
“You should've spoken in Kansai-ben to Hina. He would of been all over you like white on rice.” Shige tunes Ryo out as he rattles off a list of his band mates turn on's, he vaguely thinks he hears something about Subaru and guitars, but he's too distracted to care.
“You're...kidding me.” Shige furrows his brow, before a full out grin blossoms across his face.
“Oi, you're happy!” Ryo frowns and points at Shige.
“I knew Yasu copped a feel,” Shige chuckles and crosses his arms as he leans back against the wall, feeling quite pleased with himself, “And I think I may have agreed to a romantic get away with Yoko.”
Ryo splutters.
“Actually, now that I think about it,” Shige saunters over to Ryo. He feels a bit silly doing so, but it'll be worth it. “Do you talk about me a lot to your band mates Ryo?”
“What? Why?” Ryo refuses to meet Shige's gaze.
“Well, some information a few of them knew about me seemed to have a common source. You.” Shige leans over Ryo, hands on the sofa either side of his head.
“The fact that I've been wanting to travel into Osaka recently, that I stay late to practice dance moves, that I was ill.”
“It's very cute,” Shige leans even closer, enough so that his breath ghosts across Ryo's lips, “That you have a crush on me too.”
Ryo knocks him out of the way and makes a grab for his bag, “Like hell” and storms out of the room. Blushing up to the roots of his hair.
Shige flops down onto the now vacant sofa and links his hands behind his head.
“All seven of them. Awesome. Maybe I should call Uchi.”