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Look, I am completely avoiding reviewing main canon and ever writing an essay on Fujisaki. . . And read one of the books instead!
"Don't underestimate your fans, Shuichi," Suguru suddenly whispered, butting in on their conversation.
Suguru had only recently graduated from high school, but he was by far the smartest and most mature member of the group. He was especially adept at pretending to be a complete stranger whenever Shuichi did something stupid.
"She gave off the same sort of vibe you do, Shuichi. In other words, she's not even close to normal."
"Is that what you think of me? Aw, shucks, you're making me blush."
"Shuichi." Hiro sighed. "How could you take that as a compliment?"
"Forget it, Hiro," Suguru said. "Sarcasm is lost on him."
He comes in bitching. Oh, Fujisaki. ♥ Also, I don't know what the translator was up to, but he tends to address the band members by last name plus san. Hiro is Shuichi's nickname for him, but no one calls him Hiroshi in the whole book which is odd.
"You haven't called him today?" Suguru added. "That sounds like a catastrophe in the making to me."
Shuichi glared. "Have you never heard of something called true love? Yuki had a deadline yesterday. He's probably asleep right now, so because I love him, I'm not letting myself call."
"Wow, that is impressive," Suguru said, unfazed. "But definitely a bad omen."
Hiro suppressed a smile. "Yuki doesn't sleep for three days before a deadline, right? Then he probably is asleep."
"Exactly. So when I get home. . ." Shuichi began swirling his finger on Hiro's head, looping his long hair like noodles around chopsticks.
"Right into bed!" Suguru blurted out, then turned slightly green. "Oh man, I said that out loud!"
"Uh-huh." Hiro smirked.
"Oh. Okay. Um. . . Yeah. . . I'm going to sleep now," Suguru said.
C-Closet case! Okay, maybe, Fujisaki had a summer home in Narnia and just came out of it recently. Also, I am thinking that he seriously does have a crush on Yuki which explains his love of blondes that came up.
"If he'd been an uptight, responsible guy," Hiro said to Suguru, "I'd never have played with him."
"Huh?"
"No matter how good you are, if you're always the same - if you're just consistent - it gets very boring, very fast," Hiro explained.
Suguru looked annoyed. "I think consistent and boring would be a worthy goal for us!"
Hiro shrugged. "Maybe I'm just attracted to unpredictable people because I'm so ordinary myself."
"Attracted!" Suguru said in disbelief. "I feel like the brakes went out, and I've been flung off the motorcycle, and I'm about to suffer multiple compound fractures."
APP OUR GUITARIST AND PEACEMAKER. ♥
Suguru sat muttering to himself unhappily. He had been feeling unbalanced for a while now. Like he was becoming someone else, as if Shuichi's weirdness was contagious. He felt like his personality had been put through the grinder, and if had come out on the other unrecognizable.
If he hadn't met someone with Shuichi's passion and power, he would never have been able to change. He would still be that know-it-all, honor roll student whom everyone despised. Suguru wasn't alone; thousands of fans had been changed by Shuichi's unbridled energy.
The question is. . . What did he change into?
Suguru's nimble fingers swept over his keyboard. He was so small that he could be mistaken for an elementary school student, but he was playing Liszt with the skill of a veteran classical pianist.
FUCK YOU, MURAKAMI. FUCK YOU. H-He's legal and he looks like. . . sob.
Suguru's rational approach to things left little room for the foibles of human nature. It was similar to Tohma's approach. They were, after all, cousins. They also shared brilliant musical skill and showmanship. However, the main difference between them was that Tohma was the type to manipulate people, but Suguru usually wound up being controlled by others.
Not that he doesn't try! But, yes, this is so painfully true.
"Do we really need to do this?" Suguru asked, hunched in the hallway corner, a spray can gripped firmly in his hand.
"I don't know," Hiro said from the opposite corner, his long hair tied back in a ponytail. "But we can't stop now."
Hearing quiet footsteps, they both peered carefully down the hall. A somber bellhop was walking toward them, tired from a long day at work. The timing was exactly as K's report had predicted.
"Go!" Hiro yelled.
Hiro and Suguru leapt out and sprayed their cans in the bellboy's face.
PSHHH! Neon pink and yellow silly string sprayed all over the unsuspecting victim.
"Ugh!" he screamed. The wet, rubbery texture must have unnerved him, because he began scratching at his face, frantically trying to get it off.
"Yeah! Par-tay!" Hiro shouted, acting like a drunk guest.
"Strip rock, paper, scissors!" Suguru said, playing along.
The bellboy relaxed and instantly joined in the game.
Naturally, both Hiro and Suguru were extremely good at rock, paper, scissors. Playing their instruments had made their own fingers swift and assured. Neither of them would ever get stuck between paper and scissors and wind up sticking out three fingers.
Soon enough, the bellboy was totally naked.
"Here!" Suguru said, handing him a sunflower from one of the vases decorating the hall.
"Um," the poor man said, covering himself.
"Don't worry," Hiro assured him. "We'll bring your clothes back as soon as we're done."
I love this band. |D Also, yes, Fujisaki can probably cheat through a lot of game that involve slight of hand. Do not play cards with Fujisaki. For the curious, Fujisaki dresses up as the bellhop and Hiroshi dresses up as a maid to invade Yuki's room. No one recognizes either of them.
"Don't underestimate your fans, Shuichi," Suguru suddenly whispered, butting in on their conversation.
Suguru had only recently graduated from high school, but he was by far the smartest and most mature member of the group. He was especially adept at pretending to be a complete stranger whenever Shuichi did something stupid.
"She gave off the same sort of vibe you do, Shuichi. In other words, she's not even close to normal."
"Is that what you think of me? Aw, shucks, you're making me blush."
"Shuichi." Hiro sighed. "How could you take that as a compliment?"
"Forget it, Hiro," Suguru said. "Sarcasm is lost on him."
He comes in bitching. Oh, Fujisaki. ♥ Also, I don't know what the translator was up to, but he tends to address the band members by last name plus san. Hiro is Shuichi's nickname for him, but no one calls him Hiroshi in the whole book which is odd.
"You haven't called him today?" Suguru added. "That sounds like a catastrophe in the making to me."
Shuichi glared. "Have you never heard of something called true love? Yuki had a deadline yesterday. He's probably asleep right now, so because I love him, I'm not letting myself call."
"Wow, that is impressive," Suguru said, unfazed. "But definitely a bad omen."
Hiro suppressed a smile. "Yuki doesn't sleep for three days before a deadline, right? Then he probably is asleep."
"Exactly. So when I get home. . ." Shuichi began swirling his finger on Hiro's head, looping his long hair like noodles around chopsticks.
"Right into bed!" Suguru blurted out, then turned slightly green. "Oh man, I said that out loud!"
"Uh-huh." Hiro smirked.
"Oh. Okay. Um. . . Yeah. . . I'm going to sleep now," Suguru said.
C-Closet case! Okay, maybe, Fujisaki had a summer home in Narnia and just came out of it recently. Also, I am thinking that he seriously does have a crush on Yuki which explains his love of blondes that came up.
"If he'd been an uptight, responsible guy," Hiro said to Suguru, "I'd never have played with him."
"Huh?"
"No matter how good you are, if you're always the same - if you're just consistent - it gets very boring, very fast," Hiro explained.
Suguru looked annoyed. "I think consistent and boring would be a worthy goal for us!"
Hiro shrugged. "Maybe I'm just attracted to unpredictable people because I'm so ordinary myself."
"Attracted!" Suguru said in disbelief. "I feel like the brakes went out, and I've been flung off the motorcycle, and I'm about to suffer multiple compound fractures."
APP OUR GUITARIST AND PEACEMAKER. ♥
Suguru sat muttering to himself unhappily. He had been feeling unbalanced for a while now. Like he was becoming someone else, as if Shuichi's weirdness was contagious. He felt like his personality had been put through the grinder, and if had come out on the other unrecognizable.
If he hadn't met someone with Shuichi's passion and power, he would never have been able to change. He would still be that know-it-all, honor roll student whom everyone despised. Suguru wasn't alone; thousands of fans had been changed by Shuichi's unbridled energy.
The question is. . . What did he change into?
Suguru's nimble fingers swept over his keyboard. He was so small that he could be mistaken for an elementary school student, but he was playing Liszt with the skill of a veteran classical pianist.
FUCK YOU, MURAKAMI. FUCK YOU. H-He's legal and he looks like. . . sob.
Suguru's rational approach to things left little room for the foibles of human nature. It was similar to Tohma's approach. They were, after all, cousins. They also shared brilliant musical skill and showmanship. However, the main difference between them was that Tohma was the type to manipulate people, but Suguru usually wound up being controlled by others.
Not that he doesn't try! But, yes, this is so painfully true.
"Do we really need to do this?" Suguru asked, hunched in the hallway corner, a spray can gripped firmly in his hand.
"I don't know," Hiro said from the opposite corner, his long hair tied back in a ponytail. "But we can't stop now."
Hearing quiet footsteps, they both peered carefully down the hall. A somber bellhop was walking toward them, tired from a long day at work. The timing was exactly as K's report had predicted.
"Go!" Hiro yelled.
Hiro and Suguru leapt out and sprayed their cans in the bellboy's face.
PSHHH! Neon pink and yellow silly string sprayed all over the unsuspecting victim.
"Ugh!" he screamed. The wet, rubbery texture must have unnerved him, because he began scratching at his face, frantically trying to get it off.
"Yeah! Par-tay!" Hiro shouted, acting like a drunk guest.
"Strip rock, paper, scissors!" Suguru said, playing along.
The bellboy relaxed and instantly joined in the game.
Naturally, both Hiro and Suguru were extremely good at rock, paper, scissors. Playing their instruments had made their own fingers swift and assured. Neither of them would ever get stuck between paper and scissors and wind up sticking out three fingers.
Soon enough, the bellboy was totally naked.
"Here!" Suguru said, handing him a sunflower from one of the vases decorating the hall.
"Um," the poor man said, covering himself.
"Don't worry," Hiro assured him. "We'll bring your clothes back as soon as we're done."
I love this band. |D Also, yes, Fujisaki can probably cheat through a lot of game that involve slight of hand. Do not play cards with Fujisaki. For the curious, Fujisaki dresses up as the bellhop and Hiroshi dresses up as a maid to invade Yuki's room. No one recognizes either of them.