NEWS VS KAT-TUN: Round One; cosplay
Title: NEWS VS KAT-TUN
Starring: NEWS, KAT-TUN
Rating: PG, but subject to change, mostly because Ryo, Jin and Ueda have 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
Quick Note: This chapter was pretty long, so rather than totally cutting it down, I've just split it up into two entries, there's a link to the next part at the bottom.
ROUND ONE: COSPLAY
Yoko stood on stage trying to hold in his laughter, from time to time they had been rolling live feed of the groups preparing, and needless to say it was just about one of the funniest things he’d ever seen.
“Alright, time’s up for our first pair!” Yoko announced, and both pairs were pushed onto the stage, flailing about as they tried to stay in character.
He approached what looked like Kamenashi and Tanaka. “And who are you two?” he asked.
Kamenashi took the microphone from Yoko, he was dressed in a Yukata with his hair pinned into a tight bun, he’d styled it well with a few inconspicuous strands falling about to frame his face. “Koizumi Risa desu, 172 centimeters and possibly a giraffe in a past life,” he announced, in a slightly high voice, and with a good use of Kansai dialect.
The reaction from the audience was rather thunderous. Next Koki took the Mic from Kamenashi, and held up a hand. “Otani Atsushi desu, yo,” he said, rather coolly.
Yoko took back his microphone, “LoveCom?” he asked, astounded.
“Hai!” they both cried together, while the audience together cried “KAWAII!”
“Nice, alright now the skit?” Yoko queried.
“Hai, Yoko-chi!” Kamenashi said, smiling brightly, and quite adorably, that Yoko found himself blushing slightly.
They stood together; Koki looked rather underdressed next to Kamenashi, as he was decked out only in a pair of shorts, a polo shirt and a green visor.
Kamenashi began, “Do you think we should give up?”
“I already gave up, I’m not a flake like you. I’m a man who keeps his word,” Koki said, nodding his head impressively.
“Who are you calling a flake, shrimpy?” Kamenashi flared up.
“Who you callin’ a Shrimp? You looking for a fight?” Koki replied, heating up.
“You, shrimpy!”
“Shut up you totem pole!”
“Totem pole, why you little midget!” Kamenashi began, before poking one of Koki’s ears.
“Amazon!” Koki said pulling away from Kamenashi, just as Kamenashi started pinching his cheeks. “Gwah!” he cried as he stuck his hand in Kamenashi’s face trying to pull away.
And as suddenly as the fight began it ended as both broke away, and straightened. “Daaaaaa!” they cried together.
The applause was great, and the pair was led to the sidelines to switch spots with Tegoshi and Yamapi.
To say the least, both looked a bit bizarre, Tegoshi was dressed in a trendy looking t-shirt and vest with matching jeans and a pair of high-fashion Converse.
Yamapi meanwhile seemed to have his face completely hidden in a long black wig, and an overly large black sweater, with the hood on, and a pair of red sweats and ugly shoes.
Yoko blinked at them, before turning to Tegoshi who was standing closest to him, “and who might you two be?”
Tegoshi looked at him a bit coldly, before leaning forward into the mic. “ Kyohei Takano,” he said.
Yamapi didn’t look like he wanted to move, but Tegoshi pushed him slightly. “go!” he ordered.
“Nakahara Sunako,” he muttered.
“Ah Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi henge?” Yoko asked, looking astounded and impressed.
Yamapi nodded slowly, pulling his hands to his face.
“Alright and the skit?” both Tegoshi and Yamapi nodded, in unison.
They took position, Tegoshi standing center stage while Yamapi seemed to curl into a ball and tried to blend into a corner of the floor.
“Sunako?!“ Tegoshi yelled, looking annoyed.
“Sunako?!” he yelled again, looking about, and then he spotted Yamapi hunched in the corner.
“Sunako, let’s go if you won’t wear the dress, than at least make me dinner! I’m hungry!” Tegoshi yelled, walking towards the small ball.
Tegoshi gingerly made his way over, and unceremoniously poked Yamapi in the back. Yamapi trembled a bit but didn’t move; Tegoshi had a very impatient look on his face, and in true character, turned Yamapi about so they were staring each other in the face.
Yamapi’s hood fell back, and his face scrunched up, “AH!!!!” he yelled. “Such bright creatures!!!!” and with a sudden smack, Tegoshi went toppling back, as Yamapi’s head made contact with his.
Tegoshi flew back, no one was really sure if they’d actually hit, but the loud crack that they heard on impact made it seem real, however Tegoshi merely shook his head a bit, and looked back at Yamapi, a murderous expression on his face.
“SUNAKO!” he yelled.
“Too bright,” Yamapi muttered, pulling the hood back on and rocking back and forth. “Must be destroyed, and when it is, there’ll be blood….lots and lots of blood,” Yamapi let out a moan. “Blood,” he said happily, his mouth the only thing visible from the hood, as he pulled it back into a sinister smile.
“SUNAKO!” Tegoshi yelled, massaging his head
Yamapi, turned away from him and faced the audience, a strange rather loving expression on his face. “Hiroshi-kun?” he asked.
“Do you think it would be beautiful to see the bright creature’s blood?” he cooed.
“SUNAKO!” Tegoshi yelled, he wasn’t one to be ignored.
“Yes beautiful,” Yamapi muttered.
Tegoshi let out an aggravated sigh, and pulled at his neatly styled hair. “UGLY, ANNOYING SUNAKO!” he yelled.
Yamapi stopped his mutterings and instead turned to Tegoshi, his eyes blazing in anger.
“ARGHH!” he yelled as he launched himself at Tegoshi, however Tegoshi was ready and dodged his attack, the two pared. It was actually quite thrilling, until Yamapi gave Tegoshi a final kick to the abdomen that sent him flying across the stage and landing with a thud, while he took deep calming breathes, and again turned to the audience.
“Now Hiroshi-kun, where were we?”
“Scene!” they both cried, much to the astonishment of the crowd. There was a groan, from the audience showing their disappointment, but once it was made clear that there would be no encore the crowd began cheering loudly.
Yoko seemed to be at a loss and also a bit disappointed that their skit had ended. “Wow, that was something,” he managed to say.
Tegoshi and Yamapi shared a conspiring smile, before they nodded, and took a spot beside Kamenashi and Koki.
Yoko again turned to the audience, “Now, you all decide who was a better romantic cosplay couple?!”
Yoko listened to the applause carefully, but wasn’t able to come up with an answer on his own, and so called for his secret weapon, Aoi Chino.
The small eight year old junior slowly made his way to the stage, only after Yoko nearly screamed his name.
“What were you doing?” Yoko asked the small boy.
Aoi, in true Aoi form took the microphone from Yoko and rather awkwardly spoke into the mic, “I was distracted, because Akanishi senpai was undressing Ueda-senpai.”
Yoko blanched, while the audience screamed, and Kamenashi tried to fight down the laugh that was building up in his throat.
“Ah, well, I’m sure it’s just to do with the challenge,” Yoko said, loudly.
Aoi nodded, “so who won?” Yoko asked the young boy.
“Ano, I heard louder cheers for Yamashita-Senpai and Tegoshi-Senpai,” Aoi stated promptly.
Yoko shrugged, “you heard the eight year old.”
Yamapi and Tegoshi ended up doing a rather strange victory dance, that somehow entailed Tegoshi sticking his tongue out at their opponents and shaking his rear-end in their direction.
Koki looked ready to punch the shorter man in the face, but was restrained by a red-faced Kamenashi, who hurried him off the stage, Koki yelling, “You wait you stupid girl! I”ll getcha!”
* * *
The next to pairs were Shige and Koyama, and Jin and Ueda.
Needless to say, both groups were received very warmly. Shige and Koyama were up first, Shige’s new look seemed to be making many girls swoon. His hair was perfectly styled in the proper fashion of one Komiyama Yoh.
And once he spoke, the explosion of squeals from the feminine group, nearly drove both Shige and Koyama deaf. After introducing themselves, there was a thunderous applause, that was quickly followed by their skit.
It wasn’t all that impressive, at least Shige didn’t think it was, so he was rather surprised that it was so well received, but then again ‘High school debut’ was a pretty popular manga.
However once they’d ended their small skit that consisted of a near kiss between the two characters, and a breathy sigh from Koyama, that tickled the bridge of Shige’s nose.
The two pulled apart, and were again assaulted by the loud screams. Once they’d finished they moved aside, allowing Jin and Ueda to take the limelight.
Jin stood, proudly clad in a tuxedo and a hideously long cape, that reached the tips of his shoes, and his hand clamped onto Ueda’s, who looked ready to fight someone. Ueda alone was perhaps more breathtaking than any other seen before on the Shounnen club. He was dressed in a short dark blue mini-micro skirt, a white leotard, red knee high boots, a tiara was stuck on his forehead, and it was capped with a blonde pig-tailed wig, that Jin had forced onto his head.
Ueda positively shook in anger, as Yoko seemed unable to form proper words, “yu…I…you’re…Umm…HOT!” The final declaration made Jin smirk, while Ueda dearly wished to punch the living day-lights out of the man.
“I will murder you!” Ueda muttered, angrily.
Jin ignored him, “Tuxedo Kamen desu!” he announced, happily. “And my future wife, and you’re future queen Sailor Moon!” He boomed, proudly twirling Ueda about.
Ueda unable to fight against the twirling due to his inability to balance properly in the high heeled boots, merely attempted not to fall.
The effect was instantaneous.
The screams grew so much that Yoko himself took a few steps back.
“UEDA’S SEXY!” A girl managed to scream for all to hear. Ueda felt himself blush, and found standing with Jin rather unbearable.
“A-A-A-A-And the uh, skit?” Yoko asked, his voice a few octaves higher, as he tried not to look at Ueda.
“Of course,” Jin said, his voice sounding very impressive as he took a deep bow.
He pulled away from Ueda. Ueda now, without Jin to support him fell flat on his rear end, and he let out an uncharacteristic squeak as his uncovered thighs made contact with the cold, linoleum, stage floor
Ueda sat, panting, trying to get to his feet, and off the cold floor.
Jin meanwhile, stood impatiently. “Tatsuya! Scream already!” He murmured.
Ueda threw him a glare, but complied. Turning a very bright red, Ueda screamed in a high pitched voice “WAHHH! HELP ME!!” The bulbs on the side of his wig, lit up, illuminating his face.
Jin swirled about in his cape, and leaped forward, shielding Ueda from view.
“Back!” He yelled at the audience, before turning around, and taking Ueda in his arms. “Sailor Moon! Quickly you must destroy the youma!” Jin cried.
“Itai!”Ueda cried, as Jin’s rough cuffs, cut into his expose shoulder. The cosplay costumes were a bit cheap. Jin bit his lip in annoyance, and decided they’d just skip everything and that he would just take ‘sailor moon’ and rush off as her savior. That would make sense wouldn’t it?
However as Jin tried to lift Ueda off the ground, he realized there was one thing he hadn’t factored, that being that he would actually have to carry Ueda, This was no easy feat, as Jin wasn’t quite on caliber with the latter in strength.
Once he finally lifted Ueda off the ground, much to the boxer’s embarrassment. Jin tried to fly across the stage, but instead tripped over his feet, and ended up falling on his rear-end with Ueda ending up sitting on his lap, legs twisted in Jin’s cape.
“OW!” Jin cried, “You’re heavy!” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. Ueda looked scandalized.
“Baka!” he yelled, as he unsuccessfully tried to untangle himself from the cape, only to end nearly nose to nose with Jin. Ueda’s mouth curled into a snarl, as he shoved Jin away, and gingerly got to his feet.
And the final picture was really quite comical, Ueda clad in all his womanly graces stood holding a gentlemanly Jin in his arms, the way a groom would hold the bride.
“This’ll stop the youma,” Ueda said, grinning at a transfixed Jin. And with a mighty effort, he threw Jin across the stage. He landed with a thud.
“OW! Sailor Moon!” he groaned, rubbing the back of his neck.
Ueda said, nothing but instead gave the audience a swift smile, before he ran off the stage, leaving Jin alone, sore, and embarrassed to end the skit.
“Eto,” he began.
“Scene?” Yoko asked, once he found his voice.
Jin nodded. Yoko turned to the eight year old Junior who stood staring at the scene before him transfixed.
“Akanishi-senpai and Ueda-senpai won,” he said, before Yoko could even form the question.
And it was true, although Ueda had ran off the stage, the audience was still screaming. Fangirls really didn’t make sense sometimes.
=PART END=
NEXT PART ===> Here
Starring: NEWS, KAT-TUN
Rating: PG, but subject to change, mostly because Ryo, Jin and Ueda have 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
Quick Note: This chapter was pretty long, so rather than totally cutting it down, I've just split it up into two entries, there's a link to the next part at the bottom.
ROUND ONE: COSPLAY
Yoko stood on stage trying to hold in his laughter, from time to time they had been rolling live feed of the groups preparing, and needless to say it was just about one of the funniest things he’d ever seen.
“Alright, time’s up for our first pair!” Yoko announced, and both pairs were pushed onto the stage, flailing about as they tried to stay in character.
He approached what looked like Kamenashi and Tanaka. “And who are you two?” he asked.
Kamenashi took the microphone from Yoko, he was dressed in a Yukata with his hair pinned into a tight bun, he’d styled it well with a few inconspicuous strands falling about to frame his face. “Koizumi Risa desu, 172 centimeters and possibly a giraffe in a past life,” he announced, in a slightly high voice, and with a good use of Kansai dialect.
The reaction from the audience was rather thunderous. Next Koki took the Mic from Kamenashi, and held up a hand. “Otani Atsushi desu, yo,” he said, rather coolly.
Yoko took back his microphone, “LoveCom?” he asked, astounded.
“Hai!” they both cried together, while the audience together cried “KAWAII!”
“Nice, alright now the skit?” Yoko queried.
“Hai, Yoko-chi!” Kamenashi said, smiling brightly, and quite adorably, that Yoko found himself blushing slightly.
They stood together; Koki looked rather underdressed next to Kamenashi, as he was decked out only in a pair of shorts, a polo shirt and a green visor.
Kamenashi began, “Do you think we should give up?”
“I already gave up, I’m not a flake like you. I’m a man who keeps his word,” Koki said, nodding his head impressively.
“Who are you calling a flake, shrimpy?” Kamenashi flared up.
“Who you callin’ a Shrimp? You looking for a fight?” Koki replied, heating up.
“You, shrimpy!”
“Shut up you totem pole!”
“Totem pole, why you little midget!” Kamenashi began, before poking one of Koki’s ears.
“Amazon!” Koki said pulling away from Kamenashi, just as Kamenashi started pinching his cheeks. “Gwah!” he cried as he stuck his hand in Kamenashi’s face trying to pull away.
And as suddenly as the fight began it ended as both broke away, and straightened. “Daaaaaa!” they cried together.
The applause was great, and the pair was led to the sidelines to switch spots with Tegoshi and Yamapi.
To say the least, both looked a bit bizarre, Tegoshi was dressed in a trendy looking t-shirt and vest with matching jeans and a pair of high-fashion Converse.
Yamapi meanwhile seemed to have his face completely hidden in a long black wig, and an overly large black sweater, with the hood on, and a pair of red sweats and ugly shoes.
Yoko blinked at them, before turning to Tegoshi who was standing closest to him, “and who might you two be?”
Tegoshi looked at him a bit coldly, before leaning forward into the mic. “ Kyohei Takano,” he said.
Yamapi didn’t look like he wanted to move, but Tegoshi pushed him slightly. “go!” he ordered.
“Nakahara Sunako,” he muttered.
“Ah Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi henge?” Yoko asked, looking astounded and impressed.
Yamapi nodded slowly, pulling his hands to his face.
“Alright and the skit?” both Tegoshi and Yamapi nodded, in unison.
They took position, Tegoshi standing center stage while Yamapi seemed to curl into a ball and tried to blend into a corner of the floor.
“Sunako?!“ Tegoshi yelled, looking annoyed.
“Sunako?!” he yelled again, looking about, and then he spotted Yamapi hunched in the corner.
“Sunako, let’s go if you won’t wear the dress, than at least make me dinner! I’m hungry!” Tegoshi yelled, walking towards the small ball.
Tegoshi gingerly made his way over, and unceremoniously poked Yamapi in the back. Yamapi trembled a bit but didn’t move; Tegoshi had a very impatient look on his face, and in true character, turned Yamapi about so they were staring each other in the face.
Yamapi’s hood fell back, and his face scrunched up, “AH!!!!” he yelled. “Such bright creatures!!!!” and with a sudden smack, Tegoshi went toppling back, as Yamapi’s head made contact with his.
Tegoshi flew back, no one was really sure if they’d actually hit, but the loud crack that they heard on impact made it seem real, however Tegoshi merely shook his head a bit, and looked back at Yamapi, a murderous expression on his face.
“SUNAKO!” he yelled.
“Too bright,” Yamapi muttered, pulling the hood back on and rocking back and forth. “Must be destroyed, and when it is, there’ll be blood….lots and lots of blood,” Yamapi let out a moan. “Blood,” he said happily, his mouth the only thing visible from the hood, as he pulled it back into a sinister smile.
“SUNAKO!” Tegoshi yelled, massaging his head
Yamapi, turned away from him and faced the audience, a strange rather loving expression on his face. “Hiroshi-kun?” he asked.
“Do you think it would be beautiful to see the bright creature’s blood?” he cooed.
“SUNAKO!” Tegoshi yelled, he wasn’t one to be ignored.
“Yes beautiful,” Yamapi muttered.
Tegoshi let out an aggravated sigh, and pulled at his neatly styled hair. “UGLY, ANNOYING SUNAKO!” he yelled.
Yamapi stopped his mutterings and instead turned to Tegoshi, his eyes blazing in anger.
“ARGHH!” he yelled as he launched himself at Tegoshi, however Tegoshi was ready and dodged his attack, the two pared. It was actually quite thrilling, until Yamapi gave Tegoshi a final kick to the abdomen that sent him flying across the stage and landing with a thud, while he took deep calming breathes, and again turned to the audience.
“Now Hiroshi-kun, where were we?”
“Scene!” they both cried, much to the astonishment of the crowd. There was a groan, from the audience showing their disappointment, but once it was made clear that there would be no encore the crowd began cheering loudly.
Yoko seemed to be at a loss and also a bit disappointed that their skit had ended. “Wow, that was something,” he managed to say.
Tegoshi and Yamapi shared a conspiring smile, before they nodded, and took a spot beside Kamenashi and Koki.
Yoko again turned to the audience, “Now, you all decide who was a better romantic cosplay couple?!”
Yoko listened to the applause carefully, but wasn’t able to come up with an answer on his own, and so called for his secret weapon, Aoi Chino.
The small eight year old junior slowly made his way to the stage, only after Yoko nearly screamed his name.
“What were you doing?” Yoko asked the small boy.
Aoi, in true Aoi form took the microphone from Yoko and rather awkwardly spoke into the mic, “I was distracted, because Akanishi senpai was undressing Ueda-senpai.”
Yoko blanched, while the audience screamed, and Kamenashi tried to fight down the laugh that was building up in his throat.
“Ah, well, I’m sure it’s just to do with the challenge,” Yoko said, loudly.
Aoi nodded, “so who won?” Yoko asked the young boy.
“Ano, I heard louder cheers for Yamashita-Senpai and Tegoshi-Senpai,” Aoi stated promptly.
Yoko shrugged, “you heard the eight year old.”
Yamapi and Tegoshi ended up doing a rather strange victory dance, that somehow entailed Tegoshi sticking his tongue out at their opponents and shaking his rear-end in their direction.
Koki looked ready to punch the shorter man in the face, but was restrained by a red-faced Kamenashi, who hurried him off the stage, Koki yelling, “You wait you stupid girl! I”ll getcha!”
* * *
The next to pairs were Shige and Koyama, and Jin and Ueda.
Needless to say, both groups were received very warmly. Shige and Koyama were up first, Shige’s new look seemed to be making many girls swoon. His hair was perfectly styled in the proper fashion of one Komiyama Yoh.
And once he spoke, the explosion of squeals from the feminine group, nearly drove both Shige and Koyama deaf. After introducing themselves, there was a thunderous applause, that was quickly followed by their skit.
It wasn’t all that impressive, at least Shige didn’t think it was, so he was rather surprised that it was so well received, but then again ‘High school debut’ was a pretty popular manga.
However once they’d ended their small skit that consisted of a near kiss between the two characters, and a breathy sigh from Koyama, that tickled the bridge of Shige’s nose.
The two pulled apart, and were again assaulted by the loud screams. Once they’d finished they moved aside, allowing Jin and Ueda to take the limelight.
Jin stood, proudly clad in a tuxedo and a hideously long cape, that reached the tips of his shoes, and his hand clamped onto Ueda’s, who looked ready to fight someone. Ueda alone was perhaps more breathtaking than any other seen before on the Shounnen club. He was dressed in a short dark blue mini-micro skirt, a white leotard, red knee high boots, a tiara was stuck on his forehead, and it was capped with a blonde pig-tailed wig, that Jin had forced onto his head.
Ueda positively shook in anger, as Yoko seemed unable to form proper words, “yu…I…you’re…Umm…HOT!” The final declaration made Jin smirk, while Ueda dearly wished to punch the living day-lights out of the man.
“I will murder you!” Ueda muttered, angrily.
Jin ignored him, “Tuxedo Kamen desu!” he announced, happily. “And my future wife, and you’re future queen Sailor Moon!” He boomed, proudly twirling Ueda about.
Ueda unable to fight against the twirling due to his inability to balance properly in the high heeled boots, merely attempted not to fall.
The effect was instantaneous.
The screams grew so much that Yoko himself took a few steps back.
“UEDA’S SEXY!” A girl managed to scream for all to hear. Ueda felt himself blush, and found standing with Jin rather unbearable.
“A-A-A-A-And the uh, skit?” Yoko asked, his voice a few octaves higher, as he tried not to look at Ueda.
“Of course,” Jin said, his voice sounding very impressive as he took a deep bow.
He pulled away from Ueda. Ueda now, without Jin to support him fell flat on his rear end, and he let out an uncharacteristic squeak as his uncovered thighs made contact with the cold, linoleum, stage floor
Ueda sat, panting, trying to get to his feet, and off the cold floor.
Jin meanwhile, stood impatiently. “Tatsuya! Scream already!” He murmured.
Ueda threw him a glare, but complied. Turning a very bright red, Ueda screamed in a high pitched voice “WAHHH! HELP ME!!” The bulbs on the side of his wig, lit up, illuminating his face.
Jin swirled about in his cape, and leaped forward, shielding Ueda from view.
“Back!” He yelled at the audience, before turning around, and taking Ueda in his arms. “Sailor Moon! Quickly you must destroy the youma!” Jin cried.
“Itai!”Ueda cried, as Jin’s rough cuffs, cut into his expose shoulder. The cosplay costumes were a bit cheap. Jin bit his lip in annoyance, and decided they’d just skip everything and that he would just take ‘sailor moon’ and rush off as her savior. That would make sense wouldn’t it?
However as Jin tried to lift Ueda off the ground, he realized there was one thing he hadn’t factored, that being that he would actually have to carry Ueda, This was no easy feat, as Jin wasn’t quite on caliber with the latter in strength.
Once he finally lifted Ueda off the ground, much to the boxer’s embarrassment. Jin tried to fly across the stage, but instead tripped over his feet, and ended up falling on his rear-end with Ueda ending up sitting on his lap, legs twisted in Jin’s cape.
“OW!” Jin cried, “You’re heavy!” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. Ueda looked scandalized.
“Baka!” he yelled, as he unsuccessfully tried to untangle himself from the cape, only to end nearly nose to nose with Jin. Ueda’s mouth curled into a snarl, as he shoved Jin away, and gingerly got to his feet.
And the final picture was really quite comical, Ueda clad in all his womanly graces stood holding a gentlemanly Jin in his arms, the way a groom would hold the bride.
“This’ll stop the youma,” Ueda said, grinning at a transfixed Jin. And with a mighty effort, he threw Jin across the stage. He landed with a thud.
“OW! Sailor Moon!” he groaned, rubbing the back of his neck.
Ueda said, nothing but instead gave the audience a swift smile, before he ran off the stage, leaving Jin alone, sore, and embarrassed to end the skit.
“Eto,” he began.
“Scene?” Yoko asked, once he found his voice.
Jin nodded. Yoko turned to the eight year old Junior who stood staring at the scene before him transfixed.
“Akanishi-senpai and Ueda-senpai won,” he said, before Yoko could even form the question.
And it was true, although Ueda had ran off the stage, the audience was still screaming. Fangirls really didn’t make sense sometimes.
=PART END=
NEXT PART ===> Here