Halloween Drabbles (Various, G to PG-13ish)
Title: Halloween Drabbles
Pairing: Various
Rating/Warnings: G to PG to maybe PG-13 but not really?
AN: Written for the je100 Halloween drabble Trick or Treating thing.
For kira_shadow:
There's silence when Nikaido finishes speaking, until finally Fujigaya asks nervously, "You're kidding, right?"
Nikaido's ghost story has been just a little too real.
"Umm..." he says. "Well, there's a reason I never go in there alone, you know."
More silence.
"I am never going in there again, ever," Tamamori says definitively. Miyata nods in agreement.
Kitayama looks skeptical. "You know there's no such thing as ghosts," he says, although he doesn't sound nearly as sure as he looks.
Nikaido blinks at him.
"...Right, Nikaido?" Kitayama gives him a pointed look. "It's just a story."
Two weeks later, Kitayama comes back from a bathroom break white as a sheet and walks straight over to where Nikaido is chugging down a bottle of water. "If you say I told you so, I will lock you in there," he threatens.
Nikaido just nods.
For talisa_ahn:
Kusumoto gathers his courage and marches straight up to Fuuga the next day.
"You can't have Matori as your girlfriend," he states, loud and clear.
Fuuga laughs. "What? Why would I want to date Matori?"
"...because you said so," Kusumoto answers, suddenly wondering if he's somehow heard wrong.
"I said so? Wh... oh!" Fuuga seems to pick up on what they're talking about. "Hah, yeah, if I had to pick someone from all you guys, I'd pick Matori. But that doesn't mean I want to date him. Seriously, why would I want to date a guy, anyway? I'd only put up with him as the least awful choice if I had to!" Fuuga laughs again. "Why do you even care?"
Kusumoto struggles to find an answer that won't make him sound like an idiot, but his brain doesn't want to cooperate. He can feel himself blushing.
"...Ah." Fuuga's smile turns sly. "I see." The smile turns downright wicked. "Hey, Matori!" he shouts, "get over here!"
Kusumoto wants to sink through the floor. "Shut up!" he hisses, but it's too late.
"What's up?" Matori asks them, smiling.
Fuuga throws an arm around Kusumoto's shoulders. "Found you a boyfriend, Matori," he sing-songs. "Isn't he cute?"
Kusumoto tries to shrug Fuuga off, but the other boy won't let go and Kusumoto kind of wants to die.
But then Matori lights up with a grin and wraps an arm around him from the other side. "Totally cute!" he says, then lowers his voice, speaking just for Kusumoto. "I'd be happy to have him as a boyfriend any day."
For shisaigas:
"Watta!" Senga calls out as soon as Yokoo steps foot in the door. "You're here!" Senga grins. "Take a look at Nika's fangs!"
Yokoo wants to ask what fangs, but then Nikaido turns around and flashes him a wicked smile and the words die in Yokoo's throat. Nikaido is wearing a set of fangs that look like the ones Kamenashi used for his solo, pointy and sharp and rather realistic. Yokoo likes Nikaido's normal smile, of course - he adores his boyfriend's bratty smile just as much as the rest of him - but this new look... this new look stirs something dark and deep inside of Yokoo and he swallows it down, not wanting to admit how much he enjoys the thought of those fangs sinking into his skin.
"Cute," is all he says, and he gives Nikaido and Senga both a smile that says he's amused with their game.
Amused, that is, until Nikaido backs him into one of the counters and leans in to whisper in his ear.
"Can't wait to take a bite out of you," he says, voice low and promising, and Yokoo shivers.
"Now his fangs are bigger than yours!" Senga points out less than helpfully, and Yokoo ignores him.
Yokoo knows that tonight, Nikaido's marks are going to be on his skin.
For mousapelli:
"Why are you hot?"
Miyata pauses and glances around to see if there's anyone else Tamamori might be talking to, but he's still the only one around. He wonders briefly whether Tamamori is talking to himself in the mirror (because he does that sometimes), but no, Tamamori isn't even looking in that direction.
"Um," Miyata hedges. "I'm not... sure?"
"Hmph." Tamamori sniffs, his mouth twisting.
"What that... a compliment?" Miyata questions, not quite sure what would have brought that on; he's wearing a tank top and sweatpants, nothing interesting or fancy, standing barefoot in the middle of the hotel bathroom waiting for his turn to be photographed.
"I don't give compliments," Tamamori says flatly. "Not to you."
Miyata isn't sure how to take that. "Oh. Alright."
"I just point out facts," Tamamori continues.
Miyata gives him a scrutinizing look. Tamamori's face is still blank and he matches Miyata's stare evenly, looking bored.
"Like... how you think my nose is big?" Miyata tests.
"I don't think it's big," Tamamori answers. "It is big."
"So you don't think I'm hot, I just am?"
Tamamori's gaze shifts away just slightly, focusing somewhere around the vicinity of Miyata's ear instead. "Facts. Like I said."
"But you like my nose," Miyata says, and Tamamori stays silent. "Liking something is a fact," Miyata prompts. "The fact that you like something... that you can say, right?"
Tamamori's gaze slips further. "I suppose." Then he looks back, composed, deadpan. "I like your nose."
"And you thi-, I mean, I'm hot, so that means you like me?"
"There are plenty of awful people who are hot," Tamamori argues.
"But I'm not awful," Miyata counters, and he can taste victory.
"...no."
Miyata grins. "You like me," he says confidently. "Definitely."
Tamamori scowls, but he says nothing to deny the fact.
It's not a confession, but it's getting there. Miyata will keep working on it.
"I love you, too, Tama-chan~" he says, giving Tamamori a big smile.
"Gross," Tamamori answers, but after a token struggle, he gives up and lets Miyata hug him.
"You want me," Miyata whispers in his ear.
Tamamori renews his struggle, but Miyata refuses to release him and Tamamori gives up again after a few seconds. "Screw you," he says, but his hands are on Miyata's hips and Miyata can feel his breath catch when he presses his lips to Tamamori's neck.
"If you'd like," Miyata offers.
And that's the last straw for today; Tamamori shoves him away, eyes blazing. "REALLY GROSS," he emphasizes, and stalks out of the bathroom. He doesn't go far, though, because Miyata can hear the "whoomph" of a body collapsing on one of the beds, and Miyata smiles. Every time, Miyata gets away with just a little bit more. It's a game he enjoys.
Especially since he knows he's going to win.
For crazy_otaku911:
Kitayama stares at the group of expectant faces and wonders how he ended up in this mess.
Most kids his age wouldn't be caught dead at a neighborhood Halloween party, and thus there are very few 8th-graders present; it means those that are have all been placed as group leaders as the kids are broken into teams for the games.
His team consists of seven members, including himself.
One is a year younger than him, but looks about the size of a 2nd-grader. He's wearing a pirate costume, but judging from his teeth, Kitayama privately thinks a vampire would have been a better choice.
There's a 6th-grader who looks less than impressed with everything. He's taller than Kitayama, and looks less than impressed with him, too, which Kitayama finds annoying. Just because the kid has been coming for years... Hmph.
After that there's a kid dressed as some anime character that Kitayama vaguely recognizes but can't name. He's clinging to a smaller child who is ignoring him in favor of glaring at his own tu-tu like it's offended him. Kitayama empathizes; he finds it pretty offensive, too.
The last two look like twins, if matching costumes would mean such, although the resemblance ends there. They're connected by the hand, grinning at Kitayama in a way that almost makes him nervous. Not that 3rd-graders make him nervous.
"We're totally going to win," announces one of them, black hair spiked up all over and making him look more like a hedgehog than a bunny, despite the white ears standing straight up from his head.
"Yeah, definitely!" says the other, and his black ears wobble precariously as he tilts his head back to stare up at Kitayama with huge, wide eyes.
Kitayama glances over at Goseki, who is surrounded by four other kids. Kitayama knows three, all within a year or two of each other, and he scowls, because they always end up together, every year, despite the supposed randomness of the sorting. Randomness, yeah right - they all have matching costumes. This year, however, there's a 1st-grader (or so says the colored dot on his name tag) towering over the lot of them.
Kitayama looks back at his collection of team members and frowns.
But Kitayama is in luck; the theme this year turns out to be "wheels," and all of his team miraculously seem to know what to do on those.
His team turn out to be winners after all.
For meowsama:
"Tsk," Senga clicks his tongue as soon as Fujigaya goes back toward his seat. "He's always doing that."
"What," Nikaido asks, "interrupting us?"
"Yes."
"Well." Nikaido leans closer, reaching up to slide off Senga's headset so he can whisper in his ear. "Good thing he didn't bring the video camera with him last time."
Senga shivers at the memory of exactly what Fujigaya interrupted last time, then shrugs Nikaido off before things can get too uncomfortable. "Just watch the movie," Senga instructs, and lets out a sigh of relief when Nikaido smirks and turns back to his screen.
Senga doesn't remember most of the movie after that.
Pairing: Various
Rating/Warnings: G to PG to maybe PG-13 but not really?
AN: Written for the je100 Halloween drabble Trick or Treating thing.
For kira_shadow:
There's silence when Nikaido finishes speaking, until finally Fujigaya asks nervously, "You're kidding, right?"
Nikaido's ghost story has been just a little too real.
"Umm..." he says. "Well, there's a reason I never go in there alone, you know."
More silence.
"I am never going in there again, ever," Tamamori says definitively. Miyata nods in agreement.
Kitayama looks skeptical. "You know there's no such thing as ghosts," he says, although he doesn't sound nearly as sure as he looks.
Nikaido blinks at him.
"...Right, Nikaido?" Kitayama gives him a pointed look. "It's just a story."
Two weeks later, Kitayama comes back from a bathroom break white as a sheet and walks straight over to where Nikaido is chugging down a bottle of water. "If you say I told you so, I will lock you in there," he threatens.
Nikaido just nods.
For talisa_ahn:
Kusumoto gathers his courage and marches straight up to Fuuga the next day.
"You can't have Matori as your girlfriend," he states, loud and clear.
Fuuga laughs. "What? Why would I want to date Matori?"
"...because you said so," Kusumoto answers, suddenly wondering if he's somehow heard wrong.
"I said so? Wh... oh!" Fuuga seems to pick up on what they're talking about. "Hah, yeah, if I had to pick someone from all you guys, I'd pick Matori. But that doesn't mean I want to date him. Seriously, why would I want to date a guy, anyway? I'd only put up with him as the least awful choice if I had to!" Fuuga laughs again. "Why do you even care?"
Kusumoto struggles to find an answer that won't make him sound like an idiot, but his brain doesn't want to cooperate. He can feel himself blushing.
"...Ah." Fuuga's smile turns sly. "I see." The smile turns downright wicked. "Hey, Matori!" he shouts, "get over here!"
Kusumoto wants to sink through the floor. "Shut up!" he hisses, but it's too late.
"What's up?" Matori asks them, smiling.
Fuuga throws an arm around Kusumoto's shoulders. "Found you a boyfriend, Matori," he sing-songs. "Isn't he cute?"
Kusumoto tries to shrug Fuuga off, but the other boy won't let go and Kusumoto kind of wants to die.
But then Matori lights up with a grin and wraps an arm around him from the other side. "Totally cute!" he says, then lowers his voice, speaking just for Kusumoto. "I'd be happy to have him as a boyfriend any day."
For shisaigas:
"Watta!" Senga calls out as soon as Yokoo steps foot in the door. "You're here!" Senga grins. "Take a look at Nika's fangs!"
Yokoo wants to ask what fangs, but then Nikaido turns around and flashes him a wicked smile and the words die in Yokoo's throat. Nikaido is wearing a set of fangs that look like the ones Kamenashi used for his solo, pointy and sharp and rather realistic. Yokoo likes Nikaido's normal smile, of course - he adores his boyfriend's bratty smile just as much as the rest of him - but this new look... this new look stirs something dark and deep inside of Yokoo and he swallows it down, not wanting to admit how much he enjoys the thought of those fangs sinking into his skin.
"Cute," is all he says, and he gives Nikaido and Senga both a smile that says he's amused with their game.
Amused, that is, until Nikaido backs him into one of the counters and leans in to whisper in his ear.
"Can't wait to take a bite out of you," he says, voice low and promising, and Yokoo shivers.
"Now his fangs are bigger than yours!" Senga points out less than helpfully, and Yokoo ignores him.
Yokoo knows that tonight, Nikaido's marks are going to be on his skin.
For mousapelli:
"Why are you hot?"
Miyata pauses and glances around to see if there's anyone else Tamamori might be talking to, but he's still the only one around. He wonders briefly whether Tamamori is talking to himself in the mirror (because he does that sometimes), but no, Tamamori isn't even looking in that direction.
"Um," Miyata hedges. "I'm not... sure?"
"Hmph." Tamamori sniffs, his mouth twisting.
"What that... a compliment?" Miyata questions, not quite sure what would have brought that on; he's wearing a tank top and sweatpants, nothing interesting or fancy, standing barefoot in the middle of the hotel bathroom waiting for his turn to be photographed.
"I don't give compliments," Tamamori says flatly. "Not to you."
Miyata isn't sure how to take that. "Oh. Alright."
"I just point out facts," Tamamori continues.
Miyata gives him a scrutinizing look. Tamamori's face is still blank and he matches Miyata's stare evenly, looking bored.
"Like... how you think my nose is big?" Miyata tests.
"I don't think it's big," Tamamori answers. "It is big."
"So you don't think I'm hot, I just am?"
Tamamori's gaze shifts away just slightly, focusing somewhere around the vicinity of Miyata's ear instead. "Facts. Like I said."
"But you like my nose," Miyata says, and Tamamori stays silent. "Liking something is a fact," Miyata prompts. "The fact that you like something... that you can say, right?"
Tamamori's gaze slips further. "I suppose." Then he looks back, composed, deadpan. "I like your nose."
"And you thi-, I mean, I'm hot, so that means you like me?"
"There are plenty of awful people who are hot," Tamamori argues.
"But I'm not awful," Miyata counters, and he can taste victory.
"...no."
Miyata grins. "You like me," he says confidently. "Definitely."
Tamamori scowls, but he says nothing to deny the fact.
It's not a confession, but it's getting there. Miyata will keep working on it.
"I love you, too, Tama-chan~" he says, giving Tamamori a big smile.
"Gross," Tamamori answers, but after a token struggle, he gives up and lets Miyata hug him.
"You want me," Miyata whispers in his ear.
Tamamori renews his struggle, but Miyata refuses to release him and Tamamori gives up again after a few seconds. "Screw you," he says, but his hands are on Miyata's hips and Miyata can feel his breath catch when he presses his lips to Tamamori's neck.
"If you'd like," Miyata offers.
And that's the last straw for today; Tamamori shoves him away, eyes blazing. "REALLY GROSS," he emphasizes, and stalks out of the bathroom. He doesn't go far, though, because Miyata can hear the "whoomph" of a body collapsing on one of the beds, and Miyata smiles. Every time, Miyata gets away with just a little bit more. It's a game he enjoys.
Especially since he knows he's going to win.
For crazy_otaku911:
Kitayama stares at the group of expectant faces and wonders how he ended up in this mess.
Most kids his age wouldn't be caught dead at a neighborhood Halloween party, and thus there are very few 8th-graders present; it means those that are have all been placed as group leaders as the kids are broken into teams for the games.
His team consists of seven members, including himself.
One is a year younger than him, but looks about the size of a 2nd-grader. He's wearing a pirate costume, but judging from his teeth, Kitayama privately thinks a vampire would have been a better choice.
There's a 6th-grader who looks less than impressed with everything. He's taller than Kitayama, and looks less than impressed with him, too, which Kitayama finds annoying. Just because the kid has been coming for years... Hmph.
After that there's a kid dressed as some anime character that Kitayama vaguely recognizes but can't name. He's clinging to a smaller child who is ignoring him in favor of glaring at his own tu-tu like it's offended him. Kitayama empathizes; he finds it pretty offensive, too.
The last two look like twins, if matching costumes would mean such, although the resemblance ends there. They're connected by the hand, grinning at Kitayama in a way that almost makes him nervous. Not that 3rd-graders make him nervous.
"We're totally going to win," announces one of them, black hair spiked up all over and making him look more like a hedgehog than a bunny, despite the white ears standing straight up from his head.
"Yeah, definitely!" says the other, and his black ears wobble precariously as he tilts his head back to stare up at Kitayama with huge, wide eyes.
Kitayama glances over at Goseki, who is surrounded by four other kids. Kitayama knows three, all within a year or two of each other, and he scowls, because they always end up together, every year, despite the supposed randomness of the sorting. Randomness, yeah right - they all have matching costumes. This year, however, there's a 1st-grader (or so says the colored dot on his name tag) towering over the lot of them.
Kitayama looks back at his collection of team members and frowns.
But Kitayama is in luck; the theme this year turns out to be "wheels," and all of his team miraculously seem to know what to do on those.
His team turn out to be winners after all.
For meowsama:
"Tsk," Senga clicks his tongue as soon as Fujigaya goes back toward his seat. "He's always doing that."
"What," Nikaido asks, "interrupting us?"
"Yes."
"Well." Nikaido leans closer, reaching up to slide off Senga's headset so he can whisper in his ear. "Good thing he didn't bring the video camera with him last time."
Senga shivers at the memory of exactly what Fujigaya interrupted last time, then shrugs Nikaido off before things can get too uncomfortable. "Just watch the movie," Senga instructs, and lets out a sigh of relief when Nikaido smirks and turns back to his screen.
Senga doesn't remember most of the movie after that.