Member Ai [Shige/NewS]
Title: Member Ai
Author: Kamika Farinas aka tinyangl
Rating: Soft R.
Words: 3329
Pairing: Primarily Shige/NewS. (But originally Koyato.)
Summary: Shige makes mistakes while performing and has to be comforted. Each of the members have their own input on this.
Author's Note: This was originally Koyato, like I said. But....It expanded to a little more than that. *laughs* Hope you enjoy this weird fic. Seriously. I have no idea what I was thinking. Actually, this was written in a weird style and am not sure if it even works. Feedback?
I drop onto the couch, falling face-forward and burying my head into one of the soft pillows, my body half on the couch and the other half, almost sprawled on the floor. That had to have been one of the worst performances of Chirarizumu ever. I groan into the pillow as I think of all the mistakes I had made due to the loud voices that had been talking over us singing and how it had unnerved me to the point that I had completely forgotten a line (or two, or three), messed up a step (or two or three, once again) and ended up looking like an idiot as you tried to cover for me, and then nearly tripped over you as I was getting into the final pose (luckily, all I did was stumble a little). I want to start throwing a tantrum, here and then, just so I can relieve myself of all this frustration, but I don't. Instead I just try hard to relax, and breathe as normally as I can and just return to normal before I have to go out and perform again and hope not to mess up.
The door opens behind me and I don't bother to look up, because whoever it is, doesn't matter when I'm this dead. “Shige,” the voice says and I instantly recognize it. I turn my head away from the door, trying hard to stare at the side of the couch, not wanting to look at the disappointment that's bound to be on your face.
You close the door behind you and I mentally groan at the idea of being alone in a room with you. The outcome usually doesn't end up good for me, because despite what you know, I have developed a bit of a crush on you that has escalated to the point that I get the urge to jump you every time I see you and that's not good for our friendship, I think. I'm just glad you haven't noticed ...yet. At the rate things are going though, I've probably gotten way too obvious. (Even Ryo has been giving me knowing looks every time I enter a room with him and you in it.)
“Shige,” you say again, and I feel the other end of the couch dip from your weight and I tighten my grip on the pillow. “Shige, look at me already,” you complain and I take a deep breath before I finally look at you. You're already changed for the next performance (which I hadn't even started yet, which was probably a bad idea) and you're looking at me with sympathy, not disappointment, and that has me feeling more guilty than I had expected.
“What?” I snap, grumpily getting up from my laying position and sitting properly next to you.
“Don't let it get to you,” is all you say and I try hard not to make the loud pounding of my heart be heard. “We all make mistakes.”
I can't stop the crabby retort of, “Not in one performance. I'm special that way.”
“Shige,” you say, still in that comforting voice and I turn to you and your eyes are shining and you are smiling at me and all I can think is, 'Damn it, what am I doing?!' before I catch sight of your lips and unconsciously lean in, pecking your lips lightly.
I pull back, aghast by what I'd done and abruptly stand up, wanting nothing more than to leave the room in a rush. This had been a bad idea. I shouldn't have come into the waiting room to relax. It only made me more anxious, it seems. I start moving towards the door, and you grab one of my arms and yank me back onto the couch.
“Took you long enough,” you grumble at me, before grabbing me towards you by the back of my neck and pressing your lips hard against mine. My eyes go wide and I want to start screaming, but it's just not possible at this point, so instead I gasp a little. The reaction is obviously a good one, as the next second, you have your tongue in my mouth and I sink back into the couch in pleasure. Thoughts start to form of 'Why didn't I do this earlier?' but I ignore the nagging voice in my head (that sounds strangely simliar to Ryo's) and just throw myself into this moment of pleasure, for who knew if it'd even happen again.
You flip me over on the couch, so that I now am singing into the comfortable couch and my hands are tangled in your hair, clinging you to me. My thumb runs along your earring and the edge of your ear lobe and for some reason, you shudder in reaction. I mentally put away a note to always do that to you. One of your hands has disappeared from its previous spot on my shoulder, that had helped to propped you up, and instead is quickly ripping open my shirt (thank god for velcro) and un-zippering my pants with such speed, that I wonder if you've done this before. Our mouths have separated and I move to unbutton your own clothes, but you swat them away, leaning close to whisper into my ear, “This is your time.”
The words make me shiver before you and you start leaving kisses down the line of my jaw from my ear and onto my neck, sucking at little bits of skin. I lean back on the couch, arching my neck forward and trying to feel more of you on me. My hands are still tangled in your hair, my mouth is open, taking in gasps of air to help me keep breathing during this. I forget about everything and everyone and suddenly groan when I realize where one of your hands are.
“Fuck!” I hiss a second later (which is very unlike me, I'd think) as I feel your hand down my pants and you smirk (who would've thought you'd be such an ass in sex?) as you tell me, “That's what I'm trying to do.” I glare my best “stop talking and start doing something” and it must've been very accurate because next thing I know, you're squeezing and all I can do is throw my head back and moan.
My hands are still in your hair, and I hurriedly pull your head towards me, messily planting my lips onto yours. Our mouths are wide open to each other and I moan into it as your hand starts moving faster and faster. I can start to feel myself reaching the climax and tear my mouth from yours, pressing into the couch as I arch upwards towards you.
A second later, I collapse, my world going blind for that period. My eyes shut easily and my body relaxes from the high it just came from. Your hand removes itself from me, and I can hear you shuffling as I sit there, basically still half nude. A second later, you're back and take the seat beside me once again.
“When we have more time, we have got to do that again,” you say, and I can hear you just smiling at me. “And next time, it won't be as one-sided.”
I lazily open one eye, a content smile on my face. I don't say it verbally, but you can already tell that I whole-heartedly agree.
Omake 1:
Nishikido Ryo opens the door, stares a few seconds and takes in a deep breath before stepping right back out.
We both are staring at the closed door when Ryo opens the door again, seemingly prepared this time.
“Kato,” Ryo snaps, his eyes taking in the the state of our attire. I am still undressed, my pants are wide open, revealing myself to him while you look rather content beside me. Even I know that he could tell what had happened between us. His eyes narrows significantly as he stares at my crotch and I abruptly move to zipper up, filled with sudden embarrassment. “You have three minutes,” he says, harshness behind each word.
I jump up and move out of the room, but Ryo grabs my arm when I reach him, stopping me in my tracks. I stare at his hand and follow it alongside the line of arms and end at his face, his eyes holding an expression in them that I don't think I've ever seen.
“Next time,” he whispers, leaning towards my ear and suddenly I can feel the roughness of his voice. “Make sure you lock the door when doing that. You never know who might walk in and how they react.” My eyes go wide as he smacks me on my ass, somewhat pushing me out of the door.
I turn slightly to look at him and Ryo is standing against the door, a smirk on his lips and he seems to be leering at me. I spin around, trying to gather my mind and think that this day is just getting weirder and weirder.
Behind me, I can hear you asking curiously, “What was that all about?”
“You should know better than anyone,” Ryo snaps and I can almost hear his smirk, “Member Ai, baka.”
Omake 2:
Masuda Takahisa is inside the dressing room, changing into his next costume as well and appears surpised when I entered, still in my last costume. I ignore his inquisitive gaze and focus more on changing out of my costume (making a mental note to put it some place where no human hands will touch because, wow, would that be awkward) and putting on our newest ones. His eyes are still on me while I'm taking off my shirt and after having experienced Ryo's gaze on my naked figure, I feel strangely uncomfortable (especially since this was supposed to be a normal thing and I had definitely stripped in front of the bandmates a number of times). I sneak in a deep breath as I turn around to face him, buttoning up my sleeveless blue shirt.
Massu is already dressed and is currently just sitting down on one of the stools, taking small bites of a donut that I hadn't even noticed he was holding. He smiles brightly at me as I wrap the tie around my neck and give him a raised eyebrow, "Are you staring, Massu?"
The older boy grins, nodding. "You seem to have built up more, Shige!" He exclaims cheerfully, taking a bite of his donut again.
I flush and instead focus on tying the tie on properly, fumbling with the knots awkwardly. I can hear Massu standing up and think only that he's going to leave when I see a donut in front of my face. I blink, looking up to find Massu in front of me who is shaking his donut in front of him, giving me a teeth-baring grin. I blink again and take the donut, wondering if Massu was actually passing off food to me. With his now-free hands, he moves towards my tie and I step back in surprise. I yelp, "Massu?!"
He pouts childishly, "I'm only trying to help! Stay still already."
I stand stiffly, the donut still held in one of my hands as I raise my head high to give Massu space to fiddle with my tie and get it right. He is leaning over slightly in order to see it properly, his mouth inches from my neck and I can feel his breath on my skin and suddenly wonder if the members are playing some game against me to try to teeter me off balance.
"Done!" he exclaims and I look down only to find Massu staring up at me with doe-ful eyes.
"Y-Yes?" I stammer, wondering why he would ever be looking at me with such an expression.
He giggles and I feel like running suddenly when he just goes, "Donut please!"
I stiffle the urge to smack my hand against my head and instead pass over the donut willingly, heading towards the door.
"Ano, Shige?" I turn to face him. "Maybe next time, I won't be helping to tie that on," Massu says easily with the smallest grin I'd seen on his face. I blink, slightly confused, when he continues. "Removing clothing is always much more fun." I run out of the room after that and I can hear him laughing inside the room. I mentally wonder if he's talked to Ryo about how to hit on your fellow members. ...And Massu was supposed to be the most innocent in the group (innocent in the sense that he didn't often flirt with his members). My ass.
Omake 3:
I head right backstage and find Tegoshi Yuya there, waiting for our cue to run onto stage. When I arrive, he's looking down at the ground, practicing various dance moves and find comfort in the fact that this is just as it should be. However, when he notices my presence, a slow grin forms on his face. "Shigeaki!" he exclaims cheerfuly, rushing over and throwing his arms around me. I stiffen immediately and gape.
"Tegoshi," I near snap, "What are you doing?"
The younger boy looks up, an angelic expression on his face (this was not fair, I'd think every time I look at him), "Ryotan called me and told me that you needed cheering up! So what better way than to give a fellow band-mate a big hug?"
My eyes narrow and I mentally note to kill Ryo the next time I see him. ...Or at least threaten him. A lot. "I'm fine," I sigh out and Tegoshi takes his arms away, smiling brightly.
"I'm so glad!" He pouts a few seconds later, "I wouldn't like it if my friends were sad in any way, shape or form. I'd want to cheer them as best as I can."
I sigh, muttering to myself, "That seems to be going around."
"Eh?" the boy asks, not having heard me.
I shake my head, glancing at one of the stage crew who is indicating that it's time for us to go out to stage. I gesture to Tegoshi who understands immediately. As I'm about to step onto the stage, Tegoshi leans in to whisper, "Ne, Shige? Know that I'd do anything to cheer you up." I turn to look at him, an eyebrow raised. With a smirk that could only have been taught by Ryo, he adds in, "Anything."
I would've stood there stunned, if not for the fact that I had to be out on stage. Tegoshi moves in front of me, yelling into the mic as he runs out onto the stage. And I think privately that Koyama's personal goal of Member Ai must be getting around.
Omake 4:
Being onstage should be safe for me. None of the members would hit on me onstage, especially as revealing as they are, but that doesn't stop them from looking. I can feel almost all of their gazes on me and it makes me utterly uncomfortable. Since when did I get this much attention from the members (it had to be the haircut; I was going to kill Kusano for suggesting it)? At least someone was still oblvious to all this and I thanked the heavens for bringing me such a great leader as Yamashita Tomohisa.
During one of our less "dance-y" songs, as Tegoshi walked around saying, I was lying on my stomach on one of the inclined blocks with Yamapi next to me. I was always glad to have that one song in the entire concert where we'd just fool around and joke and not have to concentrate much on steps and things like that. It was our "goofy" period and I liked it like that. I bop to one of the lines when suddenly I can feel a body on top of me, straddling me.
"Eh?!" I exclaim loudly, the mic thankfully a bit away and not catching it.
"Ne, ne?" Yamapi whispers leaning in, and the first thought that occupies my head is whether or not this was being caught on camera.
"Yamashita-kun?!" I choke out, trying hard not to think of the fact that he's pressing against me and obviously has a hard-on.
His pout can be heard as he complains, "I heard you're making rounds. When's it going to be my turn?"
Again, I choke, but manage to ask, albeit extremely strangled, "Who's been saying that?"
"Ryo-chan. He says Koyama's been hogging you and well, I think we should all have fun together! We're a group, after all." he exclaims.
I blink back the flashes going through my head of images that I never thought were possible, and instead say that we do have fun.
He hums a little, the sound vibrating through his entire body to the point that I can feel it from underneath him. "Well, there's never a limit to how close a group can get."
I can't even begin to think of a come-back to that, but am thankfully saved from having to do so as a second later, Yamapi is pushed off of me by a smirking Tegoshi. I immediately jump up and move to sit instead. Seriously. I was going to kill Ryo. That boy was making my life a living hell.
Omake 5:
After the concert, I immediately rush to get dressed and maybe leave for the hotel before anyone else. As much as the experience with Koyama had definitely been fun, I don't think I can deal with all the members suddenly on me. I manage to escape into the dressing room, switch into my regular clothes and dash into the lobby, anonymously without seeing any of them. I throw my sunglasses on and start heading towards the back exit, in order to get to the hotel. Breathing out a sigh of relief, I move to put in my earphones when an arm is drapped over my shoulders.
"Shi~ge~aki!" you sing-song in my ear and instantly my body freezes in its spot. "Where were you going?" you whine to me and I resist from making a remark on how your member ai has suddenly gotten me into troublesome positions.
"Yeah, Shige. Were you just going to abandon your friends like that?" Ryo. He pats me lightly on the ass and I flinch slightly, fumbling with my headphones in order to drape them around my neck because I was obviously not going to be listening to music any time soon.
I manage to mutter some lame excuse about wanting to get some rest when Tesshi's voice is heard, "Awww, Shigeee~ We can get rest later! We're not performing again for another week!" He drapes an arm around my shoulders from the other side, slightly shoving Ryo aside in order to do so which prompts some grumbles from the older boy, but he easily lets it go when Tegoshi looks at him.
"Ne? Minna~ We should go get some food first," Massu suggests and I mentally groan. My escape is obviously not going to happen.
"Oooh! I agree," Yamapi laughs out, joining us and stretching out his arms to drape himself over Tesshi, Koyama and me. I sigh at this, feeling Yamapi pressing against me and almost lean back, wondering if he'll catch me.
"You two and food," Ryo snorts, rolling his eyes. He gives me a side-glance as he adds in a second later, "Afterwards, we'll have some fun, right, Shigeaki?"
I can feel the gazes of the boys on me, and I can feel my face flushing, largely because of the leers I was getting from all directions. I sigh. "Right, Nishikido-kun." The grins are devilish all beside me as they agree to the comment.
I think to myself. Hell, if I can't beat them, I can most definitely join them. It wouldn't be unpleasant, for sure.
Author: Kamika Farinas aka tinyangl
Rating: Soft R.
Words: 3329
Pairing: Primarily Shige/NewS. (But originally Koyato.)
Summary: Shige makes mistakes while performing and has to be comforted. Each of the members have their own input on this.
Author's Note: This was originally Koyato, like I said. But....It expanded to a little more than that. *laughs* Hope you enjoy this weird fic. Seriously. I have no idea what I was thinking. Actually, this was written in a weird style and am not sure if it even works. Feedback?
I drop onto the couch, falling face-forward and burying my head into one of the soft pillows, my body half on the couch and the other half, almost sprawled on the floor. That had to have been one of the worst performances of Chirarizumu ever. I groan into the pillow as I think of all the mistakes I had made due to the loud voices that had been talking over us singing and how it had unnerved me to the point that I had completely forgotten a line (or two, or three), messed up a step (or two or three, once again) and ended up looking like an idiot as you tried to cover for me, and then nearly tripped over you as I was getting into the final pose (luckily, all I did was stumble a little). I want to start throwing a tantrum, here and then, just so I can relieve myself of all this frustration, but I don't. Instead I just try hard to relax, and breathe as normally as I can and just return to normal before I have to go out and perform again and hope not to mess up.
The door opens behind me and I don't bother to look up, because whoever it is, doesn't matter when I'm this dead. “Shige,” the voice says and I instantly recognize it. I turn my head away from the door, trying hard to stare at the side of the couch, not wanting to look at the disappointment that's bound to be on your face.
You close the door behind you and I mentally groan at the idea of being alone in a room with you. The outcome usually doesn't end up good for me, because despite what you know, I have developed a bit of a crush on you that has escalated to the point that I get the urge to jump you every time I see you and that's not good for our friendship, I think. I'm just glad you haven't noticed ...yet. At the rate things are going though, I've probably gotten way too obvious. (Even Ryo has been giving me knowing looks every time I enter a room with him and you in it.)
“Shige,” you say again, and I feel the other end of the couch dip from your weight and I tighten my grip on the pillow. “Shige, look at me already,” you complain and I take a deep breath before I finally look at you. You're already changed for the next performance (which I hadn't even started yet, which was probably a bad idea) and you're looking at me with sympathy, not disappointment, and that has me feeling more guilty than I had expected.
“What?” I snap, grumpily getting up from my laying position and sitting properly next to you.
“Don't let it get to you,” is all you say and I try hard not to make the loud pounding of my heart be heard. “We all make mistakes.”
I can't stop the crabby retort of, “Not in one performance. I'm special that way.”
“Shige,” you say, still in that comforting voice and I turn to you and your eyes are shining and you are smiling at me and all I can think is, 'Damn it, what am I doing?!' before I catch sight of your lips and unconsciously lean in, pecking your lips lightly.
I pull back, aghast by what I'd done and abruptly stand up, wanting nothing more than to leave the room in a rush. This had been a bad idea. I shouldn't have come into the waiting room to relax. It only made me more anxious, it seems. I start moving towards the door, and you grab one of my arms and yank me back onto the couch.
“Took you long enough,” you grumble at me, before grabbing me towards you by the back of my neck and pressing your lips hard against mine. My eyes go wide and I want to start screaming, but it's just not possible at this point, so instead I gasp a little. The reaction is obviously a good one, as the next second, you have your tongue in my mouth and I sink back into the couch in pleasure. Thoughts start to form of 'Why didn't I do this earlier?' but I ignore the nagging voice in my head (that sounds strangely simliar to Ryo's) and just throw myself into this moment of pleasure, for who knew if it'd even happen again.
You flip me over on the couch, so that I now am singing into the comfortable couch and my hands are tangled in your hair, clinging you to me. My thumb runs along your earring and the edge of your ear lobe and for some reason, you shudder in reaction. I mentally put away a note to always do that to you. One of your hands has disappeared from its previous spot on my shoulder, that had helped to propped you up, and instead is quickly ripping open my shirt (thank god for velcro) and un-zippering my pants with such speed, that I wonder if you've done this before. Our mouths have separated and I move to unbutton your own clothes, but you swat them away, leaning close to whisper into my ear, “This is your time.”
The words make me shiver before you and you start leaving kisses down the line of my jaw from my ear and onto my neck, sucking at little bits of skin. I lean back on the couch, arching my neck forward and trying to feel more of you on me. My hands are still tangled in your hair, my mouth is open, taking in gasps of air to help me keep breathing during this. I forget about everything and everyone and suddenly groan when I realize where one of your hands are.
“Fuck!” I hiss a second later (which is very unlike me, I'd think) as I feel your hand down my pants and you smirk (who would've thought you'd be such an ass in sex?) as you tell me, “That's what I'm trying to do.” I glare my best “stop talking and start doing something” and it must've been very accurate because next thing I know, you're squeezing and all I can do is throw my head back and moan.
My hands are still in your hair, and I hurriedly pull your head towards me, messily planting my lips onto yours. Our mouths are wide open to each other and I moan into it as your hand starts moving faster and faster. I can start to feel myself reaching the climax and tear my mouth from yours, pressing into the couch as I arch upwards towards you.
A second later, I collapse, my world going blind for that period. My eyes shut easily and my body relaxes from the high it just came from. Your hand removes itself from me, and I can hear you shuffling as I sit there, basically still half nude. A second later, you're back and take the seat beside me once again.
“When we have more time, we have got to do that again,” you say, and I can hear you just smiling at me. “And next time, it won't be as one-sided.”
I lazily open one eye, a content smile on my face. I don't say it verbally, but you can already tell that I whole-heartedly agree.
Omake 1:
Nishikido Ryo opens the door, stares a few seconds and takes in a deep breath before stepping right back out.
We both are staring at the closed door when Ryo opens the door again, seemingly prepared this time.
“Kato,” Ryo snaps, his eyes taking in the the state of our attire. I am still undressed, my pants are wide open, revealing myself to him while you look rather content beside me. Even I know that he could tell what had happened between us. His eyes narrows significantly as he stares at my crotch and I abruptly move to zipper up, filled with sudden embarrassment. “You have three minutes,” he says, harshness behind each word.
I jump up and move out of the room, but Ryo grabs my arm when I reach him, stopping me in my tracks. I stare at his hand and follow it alongside the line of arms and end at his face, his eyes holding an expression in them that I don't think I've ever seen.
“Next time,” he whispers, leaning towards my ear and suddenly I can feel the roughness of his voice. “Make sure you lock the door when doing that. You never know who might walk in and how they react.” My eyes go wide as he smacks me on my ass, somewhat pushing me out of the door.
I turn slightly to look at him and Ryo is standing against the door, a smirk on his lips and he seems to be leering at me. I spin around, trying to gather my mind and think that this day is just getting weirder and weirder.
Behind me, I can hear you asking curiously, “What was that all about?”
“You should know better than anyone,” Ryo snaps and I can almost hear his smirk, “Member Ai, baka.”
Omake 2:
Masuda Takahisa is inside the dressing room, changing into his next costume as well and appears surpised when I entered, still in my last costume. I ignore his inquisitive gaze and focus more on changing out of my costume (making a mental note to put it some place where no human hands will touch because, wow, would that be awkward) and putting on our newest ones. His eyes are still on me while I'm taking off my shirt and after having experienced Ryo's gaze on my naked figure, I feel strangely uncomfortable (especially since this was supposed to be a normal thing and I had definitely stripped in front of the bandmates a number of times). I sneak in a deep breath as I turn around to face him, buttoning up my sleeveless blue shirt.
Massu is already dressed and is currently just sitting down on one of the stools, taking small bites of a donut that I hadn't even noticed he was holding. He smiles brightly at me as I wrap the tie around my neck and give him a raised eyebrow, "Are you staring, Massu?"
The older boy grins, nodding. "You seem to have built up more, Shige!" He exclaims cheerfully, taking a bite of his donut again.
I flush and instead focus on tying the tie on properly, fumbling with the knots awkwardly. I can hear Massu standing up and think only that he's going to leave when I see a donut in front of my face. I blink, looking up to find Massu in front of me who is shaking his donut in front of him, giving me a teeth-baring grin. I blink again and take the donut, wondering if Massu was actually passing off food to me. With his now-free hands, he moves towards my tie and I step back in surprise. I yelp, "Massu?!"
He pouts childishly, "I'm only trying to help! Stay still already."
I stand stiffly, the donut still held in one of my hands as I raise my head high to give Massu space to fiddle with my tie and get it right. He is leaning over slightly in order to see it properly, his mouth inches from my neck and I can feel his breath on my skin and suddenly wonder if the members are playing some game against me to try to teeter me off balance.
"Done!" he exclaims and I look down only to find Massu staring up at me with doe-ful eyes.
"Y-Yes?" I stammer, wondering why he would ever be looking at me with such an expression.
He giggles and I feel like running suddenly when he just goes, "Donut please!"
I stiffle the urge to smack my hand against my head and instead pass over the donut willingly, heading towards the door.
"Ano, Shige?" I turn to face him. "Maybe next time, I won't be helping to tie that on," Massu says easily with the smallest grin I'd seen on his face. I blink, slightly confused, when he continues. "Removing clothing is always much more fun." I run out of the room after that and I can hear him laughing inside the room. I mentally wonder if he's talked to Ryo about how to hit on your fellow members. ...And Massu was supposed to be the most innocent in the group (innocent in the sense that he didn't often flirt with his members). My ass.
Omake 3:
I head right backstage and find Tegoshi Yuya there, waiting for our cue to run onto stage. When I arrive, he's looking down at the ground, practicing various dance moves and find comfort in the fact that this is just as it should be. However, when he notices my presence, a slow grin forms on his face. "Shigeaki!" he exclaims cheerfuly, rushing over and throwing his arms around me. I stiffen immediately and gape.
"Tegoshi," I near snap, "What are you doing?"
The younger boy looks up, an angelic expression on his face (this was not fair, I'd think every time I look at him), "Ryotan called me and told me that you needed cheering up! So what better way than to give a fellow band-mate a big hug?"
My eyes narrow and I mentally note to kill Ryo the next time I see him. ...Or at least threaten him. A lot. "I'm fine," I sigh out and Tegoshi takes his arms away, smiling brightly.
"I'm so glad!" He pouts a few seconds later, "I wouldn't like it if my friends were sad in any way, shape or form. I'd want to cheer them as best as I can."
I sigh, muttering to myself, "That seems to be going around."
"Eh?" the boy asks, not having heard me.
I shake my head, glancing at one of the stage crew who is indicating that it's time for us to go out to stage. I gesture to Tegoshi who understands immediately. As I'm about to step onto the stage, Tegoshi leans in to whisper, "Ne, Shige? Know that I'd do anything to cheer you up." I turn to look at him, an eyebrow raised. With a smirk that could only have been taught by Ryo, he adds in, "Anything."
I would've stood there stunned, if not for the fact that I had to be out on stage. Tegoshi moves in front of me, yelling into the mic as he runs out onto the stage. And I think privately that Koyama's personal goal of Member Ai must be getting around.
Omake 4:
Being onstage should be safe for me. None of the members would hit on me onstage, especially as revealing as they are, but that doesn't stop them from looking. I can feel almost all of their gazes on me and it makes me utterly uncomfortable. Since when did I get this much attention from the members (it had to be the haircut; I was going to kill Kusano for suggesting it)? At least someone was still oblvious to all this and I thanked the heavens for bringing me such a great leader as Yamashita Tomohisa.
During one of our less "dance-y" songs, as Tegoshi walked around saying, I was lying on my stomach on one of the inclined blocks with Yamapi next to me. I was always glad to have that one song in the entire concert where we'd just fool around and joke and not have to concentrate much on steps and things like that. It was our "goofy" period and I liked it like that. I bop to one of the lines when suddenly I can feel a body on top of me, straddling me.
"Eh?!" I exclaim loudly, the mic thankfully a bit away and not catching it.
"Ne, ne?" Yamapi whispers leaning in, and the first thought that occupies my head is whether or not this was being caught on camera.
"Yamashita-kun?!" I choke out, trying hard not to think of the fact that he's pressing against me and obviously has a hard-on.
His pout can be heard as he complains, "I heard you're making rounds. When's it going to be my turn?"
Again, I choke, but manage to ask, albeit extremely strangled, "Who's been saying that?"
"Ryo-chan. He says Koyama's been hogging you and well, I think we should all have fun together! We're a group, after all." he exclaims.
I blink back the flashes going through my head of images that I never thought were possible, and instead say that we do have fun.
He hums a little, the sound vibrating through his entire body to the point that I can feel it from underneath him. "Well, there's never a limit to how close a group can get."
I can't even begin to think of a come-back to that, but am thankfully saved from having to do so as a second later, Yamapi is pushed off of me by a smirking Tegoshi. I immediately jump up and move to sit instead. Seriously. I was going to kill Ryo. That boy was making my life a living hell.
Omake 5:
After the concert, I immediately rush to get dressed and maybe leave for the hotel before anyone else. As much as the experience with Koyama had definitely been fun, I don't think I can deal with all the members suddenly on me. I manage to escape into the dressing room, switch into my regular clothes and dash into the lobby, anonymously without seeing any of them. I throw my sunglasses on and start heading towards the back exit, in order to get to the hotel. Breathing out a sigh of relief, I move to put in my earphones when an arm is drapped over my shoulders.
"Shi~ge~aki!" you sing-song in my ear and instantly my body freezes in its spot. "Where were you going?" you whine to me and I resist from making a remark on how your member ai has suddenly gotten me into troublesome positions.
"Yeah, Shige. Were you just going to abandon your friends like that?" Ryo. He pats me lightly on the ass and I flinch slightly, fumbling with my headphones in order to drape them around my neck because I was obviously not going to be listening to music any time soon.
I manage to mutter some lame excuse about wanting to get some rest when Tesshi's voice is heard, "Awww, Shigeee~ We can get rest later! We're not performing again for another week!" He drapes an arm around my shoulders from the other side, slightly shoving Ryo aside in order to do so which prompts some grumbles from the older boy, but he easily lets it go when Tegoshi looks at him.
"Ne? Minna~ We should go get some food first," Massu suggests and I mentally groan. My escape is obviously not going to happen.
"Oooh! I agree," Yamapi laughs out, joining us and stretching out his arms to drape himself over Tesshi, Koyama and me. I sigh at this, feeling Yamapi pressing against me and almost lean back, wondering if he'll catch me.
"You two and food," Ryo snorts, rolling his eyes. He gives me a side-glance as he adds in a second later, "Afterwards, we'll have some fun, right, Shigeaki?"
I can feel the gazes of the boys on me, and I can feel my face flushing, largely because of the leers I was getting from all directions. I sigh. "Right, Nishikido-kun." The grins are devilish all beside me as they agree to the comment.
I think to myself. Hell, if I can't beat them, I can most definitely join them. It wouldn't be unpleasant, for sure.