NEWS VS KAT-TUN
Title: NEWS VS KAT-TUN
Starring: NEWS, KAT-TUN cameo's from Kanjani8 and HSJ
Rating: PG but subject to change as Jin, Ryo and Ueda have such a wonderful way with words XD
Summary: Shounnen club proudly presents its newest segment, in which two of the biggest idol groups of the country shall face each other in the biggest battle to see who shall reign supreme.
Author's Note: This is the first time I've ever written a multi-chaptered crack-fic. I'm not even really sure it's allowed, but I'm doing it anyway!
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, if I did this wouldn't be fiction. It would totally happen!
Previous Chapters
Prologue
Round one:Preparations
Round one: Cosplay
Round one: Cosplay part II
Round Two: Ueda Vs Koyama
Round Two: Ueda Vs Koyama part II
Round Three: Ryo Vs ???
Round Three: Lollipop
Round Four: Surprise
Round Four: Tag-team boxing
Round Four: Ready to rumble part I
Round Four: Ready to rumble part II
Round Five: Arts and crafts
Their gaze met for a moment, their determination gleaming from the breadth of their irises.
“No way I’m losing!” They both yelled in unison, before the ding of the bell sounded and each bounded forward ready to tackle the obstacle.
Tegoshi delved forward immediately grabbing at the bright colored mustard and ketchup bottles that stood n the cart. He quickly squirted the condiments onto the ground and gave it a good swirl with the tips of his shoes.
After he had sufficiently mixed the two into an orange paste he steeled himself for his next step. Barely hesitating Tegoshi reared back his head and lunged into the heavy paste coating his entire face in the substance and even taking a few licks onto his tongue.
Immediately after Tegoshi hurried to the blank canvas on the floor and flopped onto the ground and swaddled about like a worm carefully imprinting his face onto the white paper.
He quickly wiped his tongue along the edges and seemed to be trying to shape figures onto the now drying orange paste.
Tanaka on the other hand had first stripped down to his wife-beater and loose-fitting pair of jeans, having shrugged off the heavy jacket he’d worn, shook off the pristine jean-cap on his head, and had roughly pulled the many metallic and golden accessories off his neck and fingers.
He carefully threaded his neck chain between his toes and quickly bent his cap out of shape with the tips of his elbows.
Seconds later the cap had been shaped into what looked like a scooper, with the fancy design snatched off and now resting in the vat of mayonnaise on standby.
The bill of the cap was stuck in between his pursed lips as he headed towards the sticky jars of peanut butter, without a single blink of an eye Koki delved in, and seconds later came out completely covered in the sticky brown mess.
He carefully dropped his cap beside the canvas and dipped his toes and chains into it, he squirmed about coating the chain before carefully taking measured steps on the canvas and implanting the shapes off of his chain onto the paper.
The studded ring he had on his pinky was pulled off and he hastily dunked it into the open can of pomegranate juice and stamped it onto the center of the peanut butter mess.
“Wow aren’t they resourceful?” Nino said, starring at the two boys.
“Very,” Ohno said with a nod, before sighing and deftly turning away.
The two competitors plowed onward, much to engrossed in the task than in their band members.
Masuda looked absolutely disgusted, it was one thing to be forced to eat something, but quite another to make a mess of food and even worse actually waste it, all for the sake of a game.
He watched on, twitching every now and then when Tegoshi came a little too close with pudding running down his face.
“Ganbatte Koki-kun!” Nakamaru cried rather loudly, resulting in a few odd looks from his band members.
“What? He needs support too!”
Kamenashi gave him a look that plainly said ‘shut up!’
Jin however seemed to agree as he too started to chant along with Nakamaru.
“Koki-kun! Koki-kun! Koki-kun!”
It took a swift smack to the head from Ueda to shut the two up.
“Do you, not see him concentrating? You’re yelling’s just agitating him!” Kameanshi flared.
“Oh,” was all Nakamaru said.
Jin however looked annoyed, and pouted, “I’m trying to be supportive here!”
“You give better support if try not to talk,” Ueda replied.
Jin glowered at the boxer, before turning away mumbling, “we can’t have that member-ai crap, can we?”
“Nope, we’ve got Taguchi and Nakamaru, we’re the masochistic group,” Ueda said with a smile, causing the annoyed Jin to let out a loud laugh.
“Nakamaru can’t play like that,” Jin said, an odd twinkle in his eye, that made Nakamaru dearly wish he too could give Jin a heavy hit.
“Play what?” Taguchi asked, “I wanna play with Nakamaru!” he began excitedly, making both Ueda and Kamenashi snort into their hands.
Nakamaru had only the ability to blush a dark crimson, while Jin gave him the biggest grin imaginable.
“I have the new poke-mon game back in the dressing room, we can play later,” Taguchi said, with a bright smile, obviously unaware of just how his innocent offer was making Nakamaru uncomfortable.
“Oooh, Tegoshi-kun fell!” Nino observed, eyes a bit wide in concern.
“Oh, so he did,” Ohno said with a nod.
Indeed Tegoshi had lost his footing and ended up landing face first on his canvas, thoroughly destroying any semblance of balance he’d established in the painting.
“Do you think he’s alright?” Koyama asked a rather worried expression on his face.
“It’s food, I’m sure he’s fine,” Shige said calmly.
“But does he have a chance of winning at this point?” Ryo demanded, slowly coming out from behind Koyama to get a better view of just what was going on.
“I’m sure he’ll do fine,” Yamapi said.
“Shige?” Ryo piqued.
“It’ll be fine,” Shige said, “I think,”
Tegoshi seemed to have a bit of trouble getting back to his feet, face covered in a rather gooey mixture of everything he’d managed to put on the canvas. Looking down at the canvas all he could see was chaos.
Brown smudges littered across the large expanse with random spatters of yellow mustard and ketchup. His attempt at drawing a sunset was slowly deteriorating to look like nothing more than a cloudy painting of mud.
He glared at the painting, there was no way he was losing, especially not in such a silly category like painting.
Tegoshi let out an angry growl, before pulling his shirt off and haphazardly throwing it to the ground, completely ignoring the many coos he was getting from the audience.
He was ready to make some art, what was a better example of art than that of the human body?
He quickly slathered his torso and chest in white, soft cream, coating the hard lines of his abdomen and finally dipping his long arms into the vat.
He then let out a loud yell as he jumped onto the canvas, imprinting his shape onto the cloth.
Tanaka would have a hard time beating that, he thought to himself.
* * *
“Five minutes Left!” Nino announced, gently placing a wandering hand on Ohno’s back.
Squeals were heard throughout the hall from the simple act.
“Are you serious?” Ryo muttered with an eye roll, before pulling himself from behind Koyama, trying to get a better look at Tegoshi’s progress.
Although he didn’t particularly want to be in Nino’s line of vision, his competitiveness outweighed his want to keep a low profile for the show. “What is that?” Ryo muttered to himself as he stared at the large heap Tegoshi had managed to create.
“It’s art of course,” Nino said, surprising Ryo from behind.
Ryo’s eyes widened slightly, but he tried not to show much surprise, perhaps if he ignored him Nino would simply move on to molest Ohno, or maybe even Shige.
Nino however would not be ignored, he lightly leaned his head on Ryo’s shoulder. “Almost over,” he said into the microphone after he’d comfortably furrowed unto the crook of Ryo’s neck.
Nino managed to do many things simultaneously, the first being to make the audience go absolutely berserk, the second being to sufficiently make Ryo feel utterly violated, as he shivered from the close proximity.
It was only a moment later that Nino pranced away, and announced the end of the round.
Ryo seriously wondered if his senpai had a few screws loose. Casting a glance at a rather somber looking Ohno, Ryo felt awe as to how the older man seemed able to put up with the affectionate Nino.
“Don’t think about it too much,” Shige whispered from behind, “you don’t even want to know what Arashi members do in their free time.”
Ryo positively shivered from the very thought, he made a mental note to never to end up drunk with any of those particular senpai, who knew what would happen!
“That’s the end of it!” Nino said, cheerfully.
Tegoshi hopped away from his canvas, looking an absolute mess. He made to stand beside Masuda, however the older man positively cringed at the thought of being near him, and instead opted for hurrying to stand behind Shige, leaving Ryo to take care of the pasty Tegoshi.
Tanaka looked quite a bit less messy, although he too seemed to have his share of food stains on his clothes. The biggest stain being the large amount of mustard that covered his wife-beater and the heavy smudges of chocolate that littered his face.
Kamenashi stared at the shorter man with a slightly wrinkled nose. “You smell,” he muttered.
“Don’t make me hug you!” Koki warned with a grin.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Kamenashi replied with an airy wave of his hand.
Koki however took the last statement to be a challenge and rather than standing at a respectable distance, he bit back a smirk and wrapped his arms tightly around Kamenashi.
Jin had to hold in a laugh, the expression on Kameanshi’s face was by far one of the funniest things he’d seen in the day, better even than the bashful blush that seemed permanently etched on Nakamaru’s face.
“Awww, KAT-TUN member-ai!” Koyama cooed, approvingly.
It seemed he wasn’t the only one, as the audience that seemed unable to contain itself much longer was positively squealing in glee.
Lovely displays of affection from Arashi members weren’t exactly odd, but from KAT-TUN, the ‘bad boys’ of the company, now that was something that wasn’t seen everyday.
“I will kill you, later,” Kamenashi muttered, once Koki felt he’d sufficiently squeezed his band mate to his full capability.
Koki shrugged, “if you can catch me, “ he said with a grin, before he took a few steps away and straightened himself for the next part of the game.
“Wow, it looks like you both made some…interesting works of art,” Ohno said, squinting at Tegoshi’s canvas.
“Reveals!” Nino cried, and seconds later the canvases were lifted into the air.
“What is that?” Ryo asked, squinting at the portrait, tilting his head to get a better look at it.
“It’s art!” Tegoshi said, a determined glint in his eyes. “Right, Shige?”
Shige blinked up at the canvas, not quite sure what to make of it. There were rather long lines scattered about the canvas, undoubtedly made from melted chocolate. Long scratches covered the center of the portrait, just what was it supposed to be?
If he squinted, Shige could swear he saw a do-do bird crudely sketched on one of the corners. However if he stared head on all he could claim to see was the uncannily similar stain of porridge Tegoshi had left on his carpet a few weeks ago.
The lack of response from Shige had Tegoshi feeling both horrible and annoyed. Although his canvas lacked any resemblance to anything it was still art, after all ‘art’ was an interpretation of something, was it not?
“It’s interesting,” Shige managed to say. “It has a nice perspective.”
Ryo blinked at Shige unbelievingly, he had to be joking.
Tanaka’s canvas was covered in a rather strange and oddly appealing pattern of patterns, and all circled about to make the large letters KT. Diamonds, triangles, squares and even circles and hearts were evenly scattered throughout the design, making Nino and Ohno both dizzy but also had them in awe.
Twenty minutes and Tanaka had managed to make the wonderfully strange array of letters, and make what Nino certainly considered art.
“Sugoi!” Jin cried, gleefully as he stared at the large canvas. “Tegoshi made maple syrup!”
Tegoshi felt his heart plummet, his masterpiece had been summed up to be maple syrup. He glared at the ground.
“I think Tego-nyan’s art is very nice,” Koyama said.
“It doesn’t really matter what any of us thinks at this point,” Ryo muttered, a look of complete resignation crawling onto his face.
It didn’t help Tegoshi any.
Yamapi gave Ryo a rather sour look, obviously Ryo was being a bit insensitive.
Tegoshi didn’t seem to notice it, or at least pretended not to notice it, but his frown only deepened as he glared at the ground.
“I think we have a clear winner here,” Nino said with a nod.
Ohno nodded.
“You never know, they may surprise us,” Masuda said, giving Tegoshi’s shoulder a light squeeze, quite a feat considering the fact that Tegoshi was still covered in his pasty mixture.
“Winner is…KOKI-KUN!” Nino cried happily.
“And I was wrong,” Masuda said, carefully peeling his hands off of Tegoshi, and settled instead upon giving the younger boy an encouraging smile.
Surprisingly it had little affect on Tegoshi, surprising because it was said that Masuda’s smile was enough to turn any frown upside down, then again that could have just been a lie that Koyama was spreading around, through his own belief in it’s truth.
“YES!” Jin cried, excitedly looking as though he really wanted to dance in place.
“I told you we couldn’t lose!” He said a rather knowing grin on his face.
Kamenashi grinned balefully, his threat of murder already gone from his mind. With this one win Koki had just garnered for them, they were only…
“One point behind NEWS,” Ohno observed as the leader board screen appeared behind them.
“We’re catching up!” Taguchi sang happily.
“Whoever’s next better win,” Jin declared.
“Ah, yes,” Nino nodded as though just remembering. “Next weeks challengers.”
Almost by magic a pair of juniors scurried out, each holding a drawstring bag and one holding onto an additional envelope.
The envelope was handed to Ohno. He peered at it, looking a bit tired.
“Yamashita-kun, you’re picked for next week’s event,” he said.
Yamapi felt his stomach cave, he really wouldn’t be looking forward to that. However a look at his senpai told him he’d be getting little sympathy. Ohno looked positively exhausted, and a bit drained. Yamapi hadn’t noticed it before, as he was much to pre-occupied with Tegoshi, but taking a good look at Ohno it was easy to see why the man seemed to have very little energy.
Obviously work was getting to him.
Nino however looked rather energetic. “Which means Yamapi can come up and pick who he faces next week!”
The junior zoomed right up to Yamapi, a strange look of intimidation in his eyes that made Tegoshi smile through his pout. He’d recognize that look of adoration anywhere.
Yamapi wordlessly pulled a block, and handed it to Nino, not bothering to look at it.
“Ooooh, Yamapi, you just picked Kame-chan!”
The applause was almost deafening, two of the most popular Johnny’s were about to face one another.
And not just any two Johnny’s, but Kamenashi and Yamapi, the two poster boys for a perfect idol. Two boys who were somehow always linked, either platonically or non-platonically in a fangirls mind at least.
It was like a dream come true, for the fans that is.
For Yamapi it equaled that of a nightmare, facing a somewhat close friend who had a tendency to be a perfectionist and was probably one of the worst losers on the face of the planet, it just didn’t really quite add up to fun for Yamapi.
Kamenashi smiled, whatever it was he had to do, it couldn’t be that bad. Even less so if he was facing Yamapi.
The second junior zoomed over, and rather ungracefully shoved his drawstring bag up at Kamenashi, the weekly routine at this point was second nature to the boy.
Kameanshi lightly searched around for a block, before he settled on one and pulled it out. Not even getting a chance to look at it, the junior snatched right out of his hands and dutifully handed it over to Ohno.
It wasn’t hard to figure out which senpai the junior admired most of them all.
Ohno blearily glanced at it, “comedy.”
As soon as he heard the word, Ryo felt any hope he had quickly leave.
There was one thing Yamapi couldn’t do on camera, and it was also the thing he was going to have to do in the coming week.
Yamapi’s expression remained unchanged. He knew exactly what was going to happen next…
* * *
A/N: Yeah...it's been a while. Sorry about that, I've been pretty busy these last few weeks, and got kinda distracted with a few other works.
I know the updates are pretty slow at the moment, but nope, I haven't forgotten about this fic. I'm definitely going to finish it. I've got about two whole rounds left till the end.
Anyway I hope you guys haven't forgotten about the fic, and that you all enjoyed it!
Starring: NEWS, KAT-TUN cameo's from Kanjani8 and HSJ
Rating: PG but subject to change as Jin, Ryo and Ueda have such a wonderful way with words XD
Summary: Shounnen club proudly presents its newest segment, in which two of the biggest idol groups of the country shall face each other in the biggest battle to see who shall reign supreme.
Author's Note: This is the first time I've ever written a multi-chaptered crack-fic. I'm not even really sure it's allowed, but I'm doing it anyway!
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, if I did this wouldn't be fiction. It would totally happen!
Previous Chapters
Prologue
Round one:Preparations
Round one: Cosplay
Round one: Cosplay part II
Round Two: Ueda Vs Koyama
Round Two: Ueda Vs Koyama part II
Round Three: Ryo Vs ???
Round Three: Lollipop
Round Four: Surprise
Round Four: Tag-team boxing
Round Four: Ready to rumble part I
Round Four: Ready to rumble part II
Round Five: Arts and crafts
Their gaze met for a moment, their determination gleaming from the breadth of their irises.
“No way I’m losing!” They both yelled in unison, before the ding of the bell sounded and each bounded forward ready to tackle the obstacle.
Tegoshi delved forward immediately grabbing at the bright colored mustard and ketchup bottles that stood n the cart. He quickly squirted the condiments onto the ground and gave it a good swirl with the tips of his shoes.
After he had sufficiently mixed the two into an orange paste he steeled himself for his next step. Barely hesitating Tegoshi reared back his head and lunged into the heavy paste coating his entire face in the substance and even taking a few licks onto his tongue.
Immediately after Tegoshi hurried to the blank canvas on the floor and flopped onto the ground and swaddled about like a worm carefully imprinting his face onto the white paper.
He quickly wiped his tongue along the edges and seemed to be trying to shape figures onto the now drying orange paste.
Tanaka on the other hand had first stripped down to his wife-beater and loose-fitting pair of jeans, having shrugged off the heavy jacket he’d worn, shook off the pristine jean-cap on his head, and had roughly pulled the many metallic and golden accessories off his neck and fingers.
He carefully threaded his neck chain between his toes and quickly bent his cap out of shape with the tips of his elbows.
Seconds later the cap had been shaped into what looked like a scooper, with the fancy design snatched off and now resting in the vat of mayonnaise on standby.
The bill of the cap was stuck in between his pursed lips as he headed towards the sticky jars of peanut butter, without a single blink of an eye Koki delved in, and seconds later came out completely covered in the sticky brown mess.
He carefully dropped his cap beside the canvas and dipped his toes and chains into it, he squirmed about coating the chain before carefully taking measured steps on the canvas and implanting the shapes off of his chain onto the paper.
The studded ring he had on his pinky was pulled off and he hastily dunked it into the open can of pomegranate juice and stamped it onto the center of the peanut butter mess.
“Wow aren’t they resourceful?” Nino said, starring at the two boys.
“Very,” Ohno said with a nod, before sighing and deftly turning away.
The two competitors plowed onward, much to engrossed in the task than in their band members.
Masuda looked absolutely disgusted, it was one thing to be forced to eat something, but quite another to make a mess of food and even worse actually waste it, all for the sake of a game.
He watched on, twitching every now and then when Tegoshi came a little too close with pudding running down his face.
“Ganbatte Koki-kun!” Nakamaru cried rather loudly, resulting in a few odd looks from his band members.
“What? He needs support too!”
Kamenashi gave him a look that plainly said ‘shut up!’
Jin however seemed to agree as he too started to chant along with Nakamaru.
“Koki-kun! Koki-kun! Koki-kun!”
It took a swift smack to the head from Ueda to shut the two up.
“Do you, not see him concentrating? You’re yelling’s just agitating him!” Kameanshi flared.
“Oh,” was all Nakamaru said.
Jin however looked annoyed, and pouted, “I’m trying to be supportive here!”
“You give better support if try not to talk,” Ueda replied.
Jin glowered at the boxer, before turning away mumbling, “we can’t have that member-ai crap, can we?”
“Nope, we’ve got Taguchi and Nakamaru, we’re the masochistic group,” Ueda said with a smile, causing the annoyed Jin to let out a loud laugh.
“Nakamaru can’t play like that,” Jin said, an odd twinkle in his eye, that made Nakamaru dearly wish he too could give Jin a heavy hit.
“Play what?” Taguchi asked, “I wanna play with Nakamaru!” he began excitedly, making both Ueda and Kamenashi snort into their hands.
Nakamaru had only the ability to blush a dark crimson, while Jin gave him the biggest grin imaginable.
“I have the new poke-mon game back in the dressing room, we can play later,” Taguchi said, with a bright smile, obviously unaware of just how his innocent offer was making Nakamaru uncomfortable.
“Oooh, Tegoshi-kun fell!” Nino observed, eyes a bit wide in concern.
“Oh, so he did,” Ohno said with a nod.
Indeed Tegoshi had lost his footing and ended up landing face first on his canvas, thoroughly destroying any semblance of balance he’d established in the painting.
“Do you think he’s alright?” Koyama asked a rather worried expression on his face.
“It’s food, I’m sure he’s fine,” Shige said calmly.
“But does he have a chance of winning at this point?” Ryo demanded, slowly coming out from behind Koyama to get a better view of just what was going on.
“I’m sure he’ll do fine,” Yamapi said.
“Shige?” Ryo piqued.
“It’ll be fine,” Shige said, “I think,”
Tegoshi seemed to have a bit of trouble getting back to his feet, face covered in a rather gooey mixture of everything he’d managed to put on the canvas. Looking down at the canvas all he could see was chaos.
Brown smudges littered across the large expanse with random spatters of yellow mustard and ketchup. His attempt at drawing a sunset was slowly deteriorating to look like nothing more than a cloudy painting of mud.
He glared at the painting, there was no way he was losing, especially not in such a silly category like painting.
Tegoshi let out an angry growl, before pulling his shirt off and haphazardly throwing it to the ground, completely ignoring the many coos he was getting from the audience.
He was ready to make some art, what was a better example of art than that of the human body?
He quickly slathered his torso and chest in white, soft cream, coating the hard lines of his abdomen and finally dipping his long arms into the vat.
He then let out a loud yell as he jumped onto the canvas, imprinting his shape onto the cloth.
Tanaka would have a hard time beating that, he thought to himself.
* * *
“Five minutes Left!” Nino announced, gently placing a wandering hand on Ohno’s back.
Squeals were heard throughout the hall from the simple act.
“Are you serious?” Ryo muttered with an eye roll, before pulling himself from behind Koyama, trying to get a better look at Tegoshi’s progress.
Although he didn’t particularly want to be in Nino’s line of vision, his competitiveness outweighed his want to keep a low profile for the show. “What is that?” Ryo muttered to himself as he stared at the large heap Tegoshi had managed to create.
“It’s art of course,” Nino said, surprising Ryo from behind.
Ryo’s eyes widened slightly, but he tried not to show much surprise, perhaps if he ignored him Nino would simply move on to molest Ohno, or maybe even Shige.
Nino however would not be ignored, he lightly leaned his head on Ryo’s shoulder. “Almost over,” he said into the microphone after he’d comfortably furrowed unto the crook of Ryo’s neck.
Nino managed to do many things simultaneously, the first being to make the audience go absolutely berserk, the second being to sufficiently make Ryo feel utterly violated, as he shivered from the close proximity.
It was only a moment later that Nino pranced away, and announced the end of the round.
Ryo seriously wondered if his senpai had a few screws loose. Casting a glance at a rather somber looking Ohno, Ryo felt awe as to how the older man seemed able to put up with the affectionate Nino.
“Don’t think about it too much,” Shige whispered from behind, “you don’t even want to know what Arashi members do in their free time.”
Ryo positively shivered from the very thought, he made a mental note to never to end up drunk with any of those particular senpai, who knew what would happen!
“That’s the end of it!” Nino said, cheerfully.
Tegoshi hopped away from his canvas, looking an absolute mess. He made to stand beside Masuda, however the older man positively cringed at the thought of being near him, and instead opted for hurrying to stand behind Shige, leaving Ryo to take care of the pasty Tegoshi.
Tanaka looked quite a bit less messy, although he too seemed to have his share of food stains on his clothes. The biggest stain being the large amount of mustard that covered his wife-beater and the heavy smudges of chocolate that littered his face.
Kamenashi stared at the shorter man with a slightly wrinkled nose. “You smell,” he muttered.
“Don’t make me hug you!” Koki warned with a grin.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Kamenashi replied with an airy wave of his hand.
Koki however took the last statement to be a challenge and rather than standing at a respectable distance, he bit back a smirk and wrapped his arms tightly around Kamenashi.
Jin had to hold in a laugh, the expression on Kameanshi’s face was by far one of the funniest things he’d seen in the day, better even than the bashful blush that seemed permanently etched on Nakamaru’s face.
“Awww, KAT-TUN member-ai!” Koyama cooed, approvingly.
It seemed he wasn’t the only one, as the audience that seemed unable to contain itself much longer was positively squealing in glee.
Lovely displays of affection from Arashi members weren’t exactly odd, but from KAT-TUN, the ‘bad boys’ of the company, now that was something that wasn’t seen everyday.
“I will kill you, later,” Kamenashi muttered, once Koki felt he’d sufficiently squeezed his band mate to his full capability.
Koki shrugged, “if you can catch me, “ he said with a grin, before he took a few steps away and straightened himself for the next part of the game.
“Wow, it looks like you both made some…interesting works of art,” Ohno said, squinting at Tegoshi’s canvas.
“Reveals!” Nino cried, and seconds later the canvases were lifted into the air.
“What is that?” Ryo asked, squinting at the portrait, tilting his head to get a better look at it.
“It’s art!” Tegoshi said, a determined glint in his eyes. “Right, Shige?”
Shige blinked up at the canvas, not quite sure what to make of it. There were rather long lines scattered about the canvas, undoubtedly made from melted chocolate. Long scratches covered the center of the portrait, just what was it supposed to be?
If he squinted, Shige could swear he saw a do-do bird crudely sketched on one of the corners. However if he stared head on all he could claim to see was the uncannily similar stain of porridge Tegoshi had left on his carpet a few weeks ago.
The lack of response from Shige had Tegoshi feeling both horrible and annoyed. Although his canvas lacked any resemblance to anything it was still art, after all ‘art’ was an interpretation of something, was it not?
“It’s interesting,” Shige managed to say. “It has a nice perspective.”
Ryo blinked at Shige unbelievingly, he had to be joking.
Tanaka’s canvas was covered in a rather strange and oddly appealing pattern of patterns, and all circled about to make the large letters KT. Diamonds, triangles, squares and even circles and hearts were evenly scattered throughout the design, making Nino and Ohno both dizzy but also had them in awe.
Twenty minutes and Tanaka had managed to make the wonderfully strange array of letters, and make what Nino certainly considered art.
“Sugoi!” Jin cried, gleefully as he stared at the large canvas. “Tegoshi made maple syrup!”
Tegoshi felt his heart plummet, his masterpiece had been summed up to be maple syrup. He glared at the ground.
“I think Tego-nyan’s art is very nice,” Koyama said.
“It doesn’t really matter what any of us thinks at this point,” Ryo muttered, a look of complete resignation crawling onto his face.
It didn’t help Tegoshi any.
Yamapi gave Ryo a rather sour look, obviously Ryo was being a bit insensitive.
Tegoshi didn’t seem to notice it, or at least pretended not to notice it, but his frown only deepened as he glared at the ground.
“I think we have a clear winner here,” Nino said with a nod.
Ohno nodded.
“You never know, they may surprise us,” Masuda said, giving Tegoshi’s shoulder a light squeeze, quite a feat considering the fact that Tegoshi was still covered in his pasty mixture.
“Winner is…KOKI-KUN!” Nino cried happily.
“And I was wrong,” Masuda said, carefully peeling his hands off of Tegoshi, and settled instead upon giving the younger boy an encouraging smile.
Surprisingly it had little affect on Tegoshi, surprising because it was said that Masuda’s smile was enough to turn any frown upside down, then again that could have just been a lie that Koyama was spreading around, through his own belief in it’s truth.
“YES!” Jin cried, excitedly looking as though he really wanted to dance in place.
“I told you we couldn’t lose!” He said a rather knowing grin on his face.
Kamenashi grinned balefully, his threat of murder already gone from his mind. With this one win Koki had just garnered for them, they were only…
“One point behind NEWS,” Ohno observed as the leader board screen appeared behind them.
“We’re catching up!” Taguchi sang happily.
“Whoever’s next better win,” Jin declared.
“Ah, yes,” Nino nodded as though just remembering. “Next weeks challengers.”
Almost by magic a pair of juniors scurried out, each holding a drawstring bag and one holding onto an additional envelope.
The envelope was handed to Ohno. He peered at it, looking a bit tired.
“Yamashita-kun, you’re picked for next week’s event,” he said.
Yamapi felt his stomach cave, he really wouldn’t be looking forward to that. However a look at his senpai told him he’d be getting little sympathy. Ohno looked positively exhausted, and a bit drained. Yamapi hadn’t noticed it before, as he was much to pre-occupied with Tegoshi, but taking a good look at Ohno it was easy to see why the man seemed to have very little energy.
Obviously work was getting to him.
Nino however looked rather energetic. “Which means Yamapi can come up and pick who he faces next week!”
The junior zoomed right up to Yamapi, a strange look of intimidation in his eyes that made Tegoshi smile through his pout. He’d recognize that look of adoration anywhere.
Yamapi wordlessly pulled a block, and handed it to Nino, not bothering to look at it.
“Ooooh, Yamapi, you just picked Kame-chan!”
The applause was almost deafening, two of the most popular Johnny’s were about to face one another.
And not just any two Johnny’s, but Kamenashi and Yamapi, the two poster boys for a perfect idol. Two boys who were somehow always linked, either platonically or non-platonically in a fangirls mind at least.
It was like a dream come true, for the fans that is.
For Yamapi it equaled that of a nightmare, facing a somewhat close friend who had a tendency to be a perfectionist and was probably one of the worst losers on the face of the planet, it just didn’t really quite add up to fun for Yamapi.
Kamenashi smiled, whatever it was he had to do, it couldn’t be that bad. Even less so if he was facing Yamapi.
The second junior zoomed over, and rather ungracefully shoved his drawstring bag up at Kamenashi, the weekly routine at this point was second nature to the boy.
Kameanshi lightly searched around for a block, before he settled on one and pulled it out. Not even getting a chance to look at it, the junior snatched right out of his hands and dutifully handed it over to Ohno.
It wasn’t hard to figure out which senpai the junior admired most of them all.
Ohno blearily glanced at it, “comedy.”
As soon as he heard the word, Ryo felt any hope he had quickly leave.
There was one thing Yamapi couldn’t do on camera, and it was also the thing he was going to have to do in the coming week.
Yamapi’s expression remained unchanged. He knew exactly what was going to happen next…
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A/N: Yeah...it's been a while. Sorry about that, I've been pretty busy these last few weeks, and got kinda distracted with a few other works.
I know the updates are pretty slow at the moment, but nope, I haven't forgotten about this fic. I'm definitely going to finish it. I've got about two whole rounds left till the end.
Anyway I hope you guys haven't forgotten about the fic, and that you all enjoyed it!