[Challege][MM] Pic-war
Title: Pic-war
Chapter: 1/2
Fandom: J-Rock/Visual Kei
Language: English
Rating: PG
Warnings: Crack, Fluff, implication of sexual situation
Band/Pairing: Kai(GazettE)/Uruha(GazettE)/Miyavi(Solo)
Prompt:
Who: Miyavi
What: guitar/bass pic
Where: takoyaki stand
Word Count: 381 (because of this no summary)
Comments:This was inspired not only by the prompt but also the fact that we say 'Pic-Schlacht' (so, pic-battle), when they put up the equipment and all along the mic-stands there are pics placed so they can throw as much as they want into the crowd.
This prompted the scene that Kai finds, when he gets home this particular day.
It had been a late summer's evening when Kai had gotten home only to find his two lovers in the living room, throwing pics at each other to, as they put it, 'practice their aim'.
He had said nothing about this, but simply dragged the two men out to buy food.
The drummer really was in no mood to cook right now, having almost been hit by approximately 5 pics before he had managed to eventually stop the two guitarists.
The two were now trailing behind Kai, gigging, laughing and most probably still sticking the pics Kai had failed to take away into any opening they could find. Kai didn't dare to look.
The brown haired man simply ignored them and lead the way to a nearby takoyaki stand, one of the few stands still open at this late an hour.
The few people they met just grinned or giggled as the passed by, making Kai blush in embarrassment.
Even the Takoyaki-dealer, which he knew pretty well, grinned at him like mad.
"Having issues again, Yutaka-san?", he asked, while he prepared their food.
"How could you notice that, Hayashi-san?", Kai asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes as another fit of giggles could be heard right behind his back.
"Well...", the man started while handing their food to Uruha, "You have something white in your hair."
At that the Kai's face grew pale as he slowly lifted one hand and ran it through the mass of brown hair.
And really, suddenly something white fell out of it, the drummer barely able to catch it.
In awe he looked at the small white piece of plastic to then turn around a little too slow, looking at his lovers with a deadly smile on his face.
"Whose is this?", he asked, voice cold and somewhat cruel.
But both of his lovers just gulped, unable to meet his eyes now, all laughter worn off throughly.
"M-mine", Miyavi admitted almost inaudible, looking at Kai apologetically.
"Miyavi", the drummer growled, "I'm so going to kill you for that. Just wait until we get home.", he threatened.
And what sweet a death Miyavi died that night.
He had never thought how creative Kai could become with using their equipment for some other kind of practice.
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Yes, I deny you the porn. (find porn here
*is mean*
If you want it, the write it yourself
*can't be creative now that she's on her period*
Also I decided, that for these challenges I'll only use the pairings I already introduced. Uruha's all bitchy because I wanted to pair him with someone else in the Oktoberfest-one
*sighs*
Chapter: 1/2
Fandom: J-Rock/Visual Kei
Language: English
Rating: PG
Warnings: Crack, Fluff, implication of sexual situation
Band/Pairing: Kai(GazettE)/Uruha(GazettE)/Miyavi(Solo)
Prompt:
Who: Miyavi
What: guitar/bass pic
Where: takoyaki stand
Word Count: 381 (because of this no summary)
Comments:This was inspired not only by the prompt but also the fact that we say 'Pic-Schlacht' (so, pic-battle), when they put up the equipment and all along the mic-stands there are pics placed so they can throw as much as they want into the crowd.
This prompted the scene that Kai finds, when he gets home this particular day.
It had been a late summer's evening when Kai had gotten home only to find his two lovers in the living room, throwing pics at each other to, as they put it, 'practice their aim'.
He had said nothing about this, but simply dragged the two men out to buy food.
The drummer really was in no mood to cook right now, having almost been hit by approximately 5 pics before he had managed to eventually stop the two guitarists.
The two were now trailing behind Kai, gigging, laughing and most probably still sticking the pics Kai had failed to take away into any opening they could find. Kai didn't dare to look.
The brown haired man simply ignored them and lead the way to a nearby takoyaki stand, one of the few stands still open at this late an hour.
The few people they met just grinned or giggled as the passed by, making Kai blush in embarrassment.
Even the Takoyaki-dealer, which he knew pretty well, grinned at him like mad.
"Having issues again, Yutaka-san?", he asked, while he prepared their food.
"How could you notice that, Hayashi-san?", Kai asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes as another fit of giggles could be heard right behind his back.
"Well...", the man started while handing their food to Uruha, "You have something white in your hair."
At that the Kai's face grew pale as he slowly lifted one hand and ran it through the mass of brown hair.
And really, suddenly something white fell out of it, the drummer barely able to catch it.
In awe he looked at the small white piece of plastic to then turn around a little too slow, looking at his lovers with a deadly smile on his face.
"Whose is this?", he asked, voice cold and somewhat cruel.
But both of his lovers just gulped, unable to meet his eyes now, all laughter worn off throughly.
"M-mine", Miyavi admitted almost inaudible, looking at Kai apologetically.
"Miyavi", the drummer growled, "I'm so going to kill you for that. Just wait until we get home.", he threatened.
And what sweet a death Miyavi died that night.
He had never thought how creative Kai could become with using their equipment for some other kind of practice.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yes, I deny you the porn. (find porn here
*is mean*
If you want it, the write it yourself
*can't be creative now that she's on her period*
Also I decided, that for these challenges I'll only use the pairings I already introduced. Uruha's all bitchy because I wanted to pair him with someone else in the Oktoberfest-one
*sighs*