547 SERVICE / Charmed
Title: Charmed
Fandom: 547 SERVICE
Characters: シイネ
Genre: General
Table: One
Prompt: 019. Crazy + something inside a coat pocket
Word Count: 1045
Rating: G
Summary: Shiine finds himself unable to go onstage for a live.
Author's Notes: Wow, look at me. Woohoo!
~ Luck is the by-product of busting your fanny.
-- Don Sutton ~
018. crazy
Shiine had ten minutes before a live and found himself unable to go onstage.
It wasn’t a case of the nerves, but he certainly was agitated. So agitated in fact, that the rest of his band mates had started feeling the same.
“Why can’t you just use another one, god damn it!” Kei barked, hands on his hips by the dressing room door. “It’s the same thing!”
Shiine stopped in his tracks and looked at the vocalist, harassed. “No, it’s not! You don’t understand!”
“Oh, I do understand,” Kei raised his eyebrows. “It’s a fucking pick, dude. You’re out of your mind.”
“It’s not a fucking pick,” The bassist hissed. “It’s my lucky pick and I can’t play without it!”
“You only had that thing a couple of months ago,” His cousin Hitomi shrugged by the dresser. “You played just fine.”
“No, you guys don’t understand,” Shiine raised his hands. “That pick changed my life. I don’t know what I’d do without it.”
“Get a new one?” Yuuichi offered, taking a sip of his Coke. Shiine almost pulled on his hair in frustration until he realized he was going to ruin its spikes.
“This is ridiculous,” Ryou grunted, putting out his cigarette. “Get over it or I’ll shove my pick up your ass.”
“Okay, wait, we got what? Five minutes?” Shiine glanced at the clock and could barely stand still in his apprehension. “I know it’s in here somewhere. I can feel it.”
The rest of the members wearily looked at each other and reached a mutual understanding: They’d either have to drag him by the leg or kill him trying.
In his distress Shiine remained oblivious to the fate that was to fall upon him, and resorted to feeling around the pockets of his guitar case at the other end of the room. His eyes began to sting when his hands remained empty. Stupid live be damned! He needed to find it!
Truly, no one but Shiine would understand just how important that pick was to him. It gave him a sense of security whenever he touched it, and it felt like no heaviness of the heart would befall him. His day would always be brighter, and things would go exactly the way he wanted it.
It all started when he found the pick lying in the middle of the street just outside his apartment three months ago. It was plain and black and had absolutely nothing on it, save for a lot of scratches and chipped edges. He didn’t know what made him pick it up in the first place, but the moment it touched his fingers it gave him such a rush of positive energy it was overwhelming.
He remembered first putting it in the front pocket of his jeans as he headed off to the studio. Of course the pick was too old and shabby to use, but not once did the thought of throwing it away ever cross his mind. He was a slob by nature, but he would never forget to take it out whenever he washed his clothes. He would keep it in the pocket of his guitar case sometimes, but whenever it was in plain sight he would always reach for it and fiddle with it. He would find himself touching it whenever he felt angry or uneasy, and all his worries would go away. Soon, without the feeling of it on his skin he would develop an itch that wouldn’t go away unless it was back in his hands.
He had not started attributing magical properties to it until one night when everyone was deciding where to go for dinner. Shiine had suggested Korean while Kei opted for Italian. Everyone seemed up for pizza that night until Shiine, to his irritation, instinctively felt for the pick in his pocket. Within two seconds, Ryou developed a sudden craving for kimchi.
Another incident was on New Year’s Eve at the studio last year. After several drinks he was so overcome with the urge to sing (despite everyone’s vehement disapproval) that he grabbed the nearest guitar in an attempt to prove himself with an unplugged performance. He ended up grabbing his cousin’s electric guitar and naturally dropped it in his disorientation. Needless to say Hitomi was furious, and was just about to lunge for his neck when he felt for his pick. Hitomi was pulled back by Yuuichi, suddenly decided it wasn’t worth killing him, and went home without another word. The following day she was his favorite cousin again.
But perhaps the most remarkable of all was when he was on a taxi on his way home. A speeding car from the other end was chasing after the green light, hitting the taxi smack on its hood. The driver was injured but safe, and other than having his brains literally rattled out, Shiine had not sustained a single scratch. It was only later when he realized he owed his life to the lucky pick that had been in his coat pocket.
Shiine suddenly had an epiphany and snapped back to reality. But of course!
“Alright, that’s it,” Ryou grunted, flexing his arms. “We’re going with or without your pick, Shiine.”
But the bassist was already running to the closet, opening it wide and grabbing his black
jacket. He rummaged its pockets, felt for his pick, and felt the sudden, familiar gush of warmth seep down to his toes.
“YES!” he exclaimed, raising the pick in his hand. “I FOUND IT!”
“Well thank God,” Hitomi snorted, rolling her eyes as she rose from her seat.
“That’s your lucky pick?” Yuuichi stared at it in disdain. “I don’t even wanna touch it.”
“If you threaten to ditch our live again for that piece of shit,” Kei snarled, pointing a finger at him as he headed for the door. “I will personally see to it that this fist goes down your throat.”
Shiine was too busy laughing to fully understand him, but managed to nod as he began kissing his pick in earnest.
“Oh man, that was close,” he sighed, bringing it to his chest. “What would I ever do without you?”
“SHIINE, GET YOUR FUCKING ASS ONSTAGE!”
“Oops!” he grinned, shoving the pick in the pocket of his black leather jeans before leaving the room.
the end
Fandom: 547 SERVICE
Characters: シイネ
Genre: General
Table: One
Prompt: 019. Crazy + something inside a coat pocket
Word Count: 1045
Rating: G
Summary: Shiine finds himself unable to go onstage for a live.
Author's Notes: Wow, look at me. Woohoo!
~ Luck is the by-product of busting your fanny.
-- Don Sutton ~
018. crazy
Shiine had ten minutes before a live and found himself unable to go onstage.
It wasn’t a case of the nerves, but he certainly was agitated. So agitated in fact, that the rest of his band mates had started feeling the same.
“Why can’t you just use another one, god damn it!” Kei barked, hands on his hips by the dressing room door. “It’s the same thing!”
Shiine stopped in his tracks and looked at the vocalist, harassed. “No, it’s not! You don’t understand!”
“Oh, I do understand,” Kei raised his eyebrows. “It’s a fucking pick, dude. You’re out of your mind.”
“It’s not a fucking pick,” The bassist hissed. “It’s my lucky pick and I can’t play without it!”
“You only had that thing a couple of months ago,” His cousin Hitomi shrugged by the dresser. “You played just fine.”
“No, you guys don’t understand,” Shiine raised his hands. “That pick changed my life. I don’t know what I’d do without it.”
“Get a new one?” Yuuichi offered, taking a sip of his Coke. Shiine almost pulled on his hair in frustration until he realized he was going to ruin its spikes.
“This is ridiculous,” Ryou grunted, putting out his cigarette. “Get over it or I’ll shove my pick up your ass.”
“Okay, wait, we got what? Five minutes?” Shiine glanced at the clock and could barely stand still in his apprehension. “I know it’s in here somewhere. I can feel it.”
The rest of the members wearily looked at each other and reached a mutual understanding: They’d either have to drag him by the leg or kill him trying.
In his distress Shiine remained oblivious to the fate that was to fall upon him, and resorted to feeling around the pockets of his guitar case at the other end of the room. His eyes began to sting when his hands remained empty. Stupid live be damned! He needed to find it!
Truly, no one but Shiine would understand just how important that pick was to him. It gave him a sense of security whenever he touched it, and it felt like no heaviness of the heart would befall him. His day would always be brighter, and things would go exactly the way he wanted it.
It all started when he found the pick lying in the middle of the street just outside his apartment three months ago. It was plain and black and had absolutely nothing on it, save for a lot of scratches and chipped edges. He didn’t know what made him pick it up in the first place, but the moment it touched his fingers it gave him such a rush of positive energy it was overwhelming.
He remembered first putting it in the front pocket of his jeans as he headed off to the studio. Of course the pick was too old and shabby to use, but not once did the thought of throwing it away ever cross his mind. He was a slob by nature, but he would never forget to take it out whenever he washed his clothes. He would keep it in the pocket of his guitar case sometimes, but whenever it was in plain sight he would always reach for it and fiddle with it. He would find himself touching it whenever he felt angry or uneasy, and all his worries would go away. Soon, without the feeling of it on his skin he would develop an itch that wouldn’t go away unless it was back in his hands.
He had not started attributing magical properties to it until one night when everyone was deciding where to go for dinner. Shiine had suggested Korean while Kei opted for Italian. Everyone seemed up for pizza that night until Shiine, to his irritation, instinctively felt for the pick in his pocket. Within two seconds, Ryou developed a sudden craving for kimchi.
Another incident was on New Year’s Eve at the studio last year. After several drinks he was so overcome with the urge to sing (despite everyone’s vehement disapproval) that he grabbed the nearest guitar in an attempt to prove himself with an unplugged performance. He ended up grabbing his cousin’s electric guitar and naturally dropped it in his disorientation. Needless to say Hitomi was furious, and was just about to lunge for his neck when he felt for his pick. Hitomi was pulled back by Yuuichi, suddenly decided it wasn’t worth killing him, and went home without another word. The following day she was his favorite cousin again.
But perhaps the most remarkable of all was when he was on a taxi on his way home. A speeding car from the other end was chasing after the green light, hitting the taxi smack on its hood. The driver was injured but safe, and other than having his brains literally rattled out, Shiine had not sustained a single scratch. It was only later when he realized he owed his life to the lucky pick that had been in his coat pocket.
Shiine suddenly had an epiphany and snapped back to reality. But of course!
“Alright, that’s it,” Ryou grunted, flexing his arms. “We’re going with or without your pick, Shiine.”
But the bassist was already running to the closet, opening it wide and grabbing his black
jacket. He rummaged its pockets, felt for his pick, and felt the sudden, familiar gush of warmth seep down to his toes.
“YES!” he exclaimed, raising the pick in his hand. “I FOUND IT!”
“Well thank God,” Hitomi snorted, rolling her eyes as she rose from her seat.
“That’s your lucky pick?” Yuuichi stared at it in disdain. “I don’t even wanna touch it.”
“If you threaten to ditch our live again for that piece of shit,” Kei snarled, pointing a finger at him as he headed for the door. “I will personally see to it that this fist goes down your throat.”
Shiine was too busy laughing to fully understand him, but managed to nod as he began kissing his pick in earnest.
“Oh man, that was close,” he sighed, bringing it to his chest. “What would I ever do without you?”
“SHIINE, GET YOUR FUCKING ASS ONSTAGE!”
“Oops!” he grinned, shoving the pick in the pocket of his black leather jeans before leaving the room.
the end