NEWS VS KAT-TUN: Round One; cosplay part II
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 PART ====> here
PART II
Once the crowd had been quieted, the last two groups were ushered on stage. Taguchi and Nakamaru were presented first.
“And who might you two be?” Yoko inquired.
“Keito…desu?” Taguchi said, glancing at Nakamaru questioningly. Clearly he didn’t remember his characters name.
“Iie! Keita Ito!” Nakamaru hissed.
“Ah, right. Ito Keita desu,” Taguchi said, with a nod.
“Ano, Kazuki Endou desu!” Nakamaru announced, rather cutely.
“Hang on, it’s a couple cosplay,” Yoko began.
“And we are a couple,” Taguchi interjected, before he swung an arm around Nakamaru, his hand rested on the other man’s hip, and pulled him closer.
“Keita wouldn’t do that!” Nakamaru hissed. “Kazuki does the aggressive stuff! You’re supposed to behave as cutely as a girl!”
Taguchi pouted, before he swiftly let go, and took a step away from Nakamaru.
Nakamaru cleared his throat. “We’re a…shounnen ai couple,” he muttered.
“Huh?” Yoko asked, he’d spoken a little too low and the host couldn’t hear him.
“Shounnen Ai couple!” Nakamaru said, loudly, his face turning a very nice shade of red.
There was an excited gasp from the audience. If there was one thing better than a Johnny dressed up as a girl it was a Johnny being a true male lover to another male, that was enough to drive girls wild.
Yoko nodded, in understanding. “I see, well then go on ahead,” he indicated to the open stage.
Nakamaru and Taguchi nodded slowly, before Taguchi took a few steps towards the center, readying himself for the impending scene.
The lights dimmed and Nakamaru scurried to the outskirts of the stage, getting himself ready for his entrance. While Taguchi circulated center stage in what appeared to be almost a swaying dance, with a look on his face that would have made any angel jealous.
Nakamaru ran onto the stage panting. “Kazu-kun?” Taguchi asked, placing a hand on the other man’s arm, with a look of concern etched on his face.
“Keita,” Nakamaru panted, “It’s my fault you’re here,” he managed to choke out, his arms tightening around Taguchi’s shoulders.
Taguchi’s eyes widened slightly, he had completely forgotten what the skit was supposed to be about. Not that it was really his fault, Nakamaru had been going into way too much detail, anyone would have forgotten.
“Kazu-chan,” Taguchi said, lightly, breathily. “Aishiteru,” he murmured, pulling the older man closer, and leaning his head on his shoulder. This alone surprised Nakamaru, but what happened next totally pushed him over the edge.
Gingerly Taguchi leaned in, and placed a long and lingering kiss on Nakamaru’s neck. The kiss held for a few seconds, before Taguchi pulled away and pulled Nakamaru closer, much too close for comfort.
So close, that in the dark the audience seemed to have trouble figuring out whose limbs were whose. Of course there was a general gasp from the audience, and even Nakamaru himself was left breathless, and a bit unsteady on his feet.
“SCENE!” Taguchi yelled in Nakamaru’s ear, before pulling away and jumping about. “bleh,” he said. “That was really weird!”
Nakamaru was still rather dazed. A glance at Yoko said he was still completely speechless and was just ogling Taguchi who was fixing the cuff of his jacket, and was loosening his tie innocently.
“What was that?!” Nakamaru hissed, once he’d regained his composure and turned a heated look at the blond man.
“I forgot the rest,” Taguchi said, with a shrug.
Yoko still hadn’t moved from where he stood, the microphone clamped tightly in his hand. The small eight year old junior stepped in, and wrestled the mic away from his senpai.
Once he’d gotten the mic, the small boy spoke in a commanding voice. “Next couple!”
The lights shuddered on and off, as a few of the older juniors pulled Yoko off the stage, allowing the small boy to MC the current situation. Ryo and Masuda were shuffled onto the stage.
Ryo was dressed simply in a white martial-arts uniform, and with quite a bit of padding stuck around his chest. He also had a blue wig stuck on his head.
Masuda stood clad in what looked like a mismatched sweat-suite. The bottoms seemed to fit a bit tightly, as they clung to his calves and thighs, allowing the audience a look at the well toned muscles of his legs. The top was also tight around his chest, hugging his pectorals and snuggling about his waist, with a long sash tying the shirt securely around his waist. And plopped on his head was a nasty looking wig that had a long ponytail dangling around the back, and had quite a few fly aways covering his face.
Needless to say, both looked quite odd. “And who are you?” Chino asked, clutching the mic tightly, as he held it up to Ryo.
“Akane desu,” he replied nonchalantly.
“And you?” Chino asked, turning to Masuda, who stooped down and kneeled next to him.
He leaned into the microphone, “Ranma desu!” He said, smiling widely. Even through the disgusting wig, Masuda’s winning smile shined through, allowing many audience members to coo, and squeal.
“Cosplay for Ranma ½?” Chino said, uncertainly.
“Yep,” Masuda said, patting the junior on the back reassuringly.
“Alright, then please start!” Chino commanded.
Masuda nodded eagerly, while Ryo merely bowed his head, and gave the small boy a crooked smile.
The lights flickered again, as Ryo took a spot near the edge of the stage, rather close to the audience, and Masuda took a spot on the other side, and threw himself onto the ground, and stretched out lazily.
There was silence, that was quickly filled with Ryo’s shrieks. “RANMA!” He roared, in a high pitched voice, as he ran straight at the lazing man.
“Urusay Akane!” Masuda responded, turning onto his side, and covering his face.
“RANMA! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MARU-CHAN?!” Ryo yelled, giving Masuda a swift kick.
“Ow!” Massuda cried, sitting up and glaring at Ryo. “What was that for?” he demanded, rubbing his leg.
“Where’s my Maru-chan?” Ryo asked, his voice dangerously low.
“I didn’t touch your stupid pet pig,” Massuda said. “Maybe he got himself lost again, that baka has no sense of direction.”
Ryo gave Massuda a swift smack on the head. “OW! THAT HURTS!” Massuda, cried, jumping to his feet.
Ryo bonked Massuda on the head, effectively flipping him on his back. “You are so lucky you’re a girl!” Massuda yelled.
Ryo let out an aggravated yell, before he grabbed a bucket from what looked like thin air, and splashed Massuda with it.
The lights shuttered again, and a moment later, Massuda stood spluttering this time in a red wig, and a padded chest.
“AKANE!” Massuda yelled, in a high pitched voice, that slightly resembled Tegoshi’s voice.
Without a word, Ryo flew at Massuda, effectively pinning the taller man to the ground.
“Where’s my Maru-chan!” he yelled.
“I don’t know!” Massuda yelled back, they were quite close at this moment, their noses nearly touching, before Ryo pulled back and gave Massuda firm smack on the head again.
Massuda in retaliation, pushed the older man back off of him, and flipped himself up, and he stood on his hands, quickly slipping across the stage, before he pulled himself back up and regained his balance.
Ryo had an almost animalistic look in his eye, as he displayed his long dormant ability of doing handstands, as he glided along the stage, and delivered a swift blow to Massuda, “Well, you’re a girl now!” He said, as he stood over a very annoyed Massuda.
“AKANE!” Massuda yelled, shoving Ryo’s foot off and pulling the short man towards him by the back of his neck, gracefully holding him as close as possible.
“I didn’t do anything to Maru-chan,” Massuda said, softly tucking Ryo under his arm.
“Don’t lie!” Ryo yelled, socking Massuda in one padded breast.
“OWWW!” Massuda gasped, releasing his hold on Ryo, and holding a hand to his chest. “That hurt!”
“It should have,” Ryo sniffed, wiping his nose.
Massuda pouted, and looked ready to yell again, but paused and just stared at Ryo.
“Akane?” he said, softly. Ryo didn’t respond, but his shoulders trembled slightly. Massuda let out a sigh, before plopping himself down beside Ryo.
He tried to fix the red wig, but ended up knotting it up even more. “I want Maru-chan,” Ryo sniffed, brokenly.
Massuda let out a long breath, “I swear I didn’t do a thing to Maru-chan, he’ll probably show up at some time, smelly and gross and then you can give him a bath,” he comforted, rubbing a hand on Ryo’s arm.
Ryo hiccupped, “Honto?”
Massuda nodded his head mechanically, before throwing another arm over Ryo. Ryo ended up with his head on Massuda’s bosom. It was in this manner that the light shut off, and a moment later Ryo and Massuda were cart wheeling around the stage.
“END!” They cried energetically. Massuda had already shed both the wig, and extra padding and was jumping about in his now loosely fitting clothes.
Ryo meanwhile, looked about the same, as he stood with a strangely sullen expression on his face.
Without batting a glance Chino Aoi announced the winner. “Nakamaru-senpai, Taguchi-senpai win.”
Ryo didn’t look happy, and Massuda had to force the shorter man off the stage. Taguchi gave a leap of happiness, and Nakamaru blushed prettily, looking anywhere but at the happy blonde man.
By this time, Yoko seemed to have regained feeling and hurried on stage, and briskly asked Aoi for the microphone. However Aoi had always been rather fond of microphones, and ran out of his senpai’s reach.
“Aoi-chan! I need the mic!” Yoko called, jogging towards the junior, who again slipped away.
The situation quickly escalated, with Kamenashi and Koki getting dragged onto the stage to try and help wrestle the microphone from the young boy.
“AOI-CHAN!” Kamenashi yelled, as he slipped on his high heeled shoes. Koki got himself tangled with Kamenashi and fell rather hard.
It wasn’t until Koyama came out, that Aoi jumped into the 26 year old’s arms, and handed him the microphone.
“I think he’s sending a message!” Jin said, with a snort.
All the pairs were assembled on the stage, why? Most of them had no idea, except that is Ueda who swore it was just so that they could be ogled, and because his life was awful he was still stuck wearing his sailor suite.
“Time to announce the winning team!” Yoko thundered, waving the microphone over his head, as Aoi was still on stage, and ready to take the microphone at any time.
The audience cheered loudly, and squeals were still heard along with the name calling of all the favorites on stage.
All pairs stood together, in order of their performance. They all looked completely disheveled, Massuda and Ryo especially, as Massuda was still quite wet, and had his wig tangled around his neck, making Tegoshi stare at him worriedly, hoping he wouldn’t suffocate because of it.
Ueda and Jin stood together, with Jin sporting a bruise on his left check, that he skillfully managed to cover with half of his hair. Ueda on the other hand, looked absolutely gorgeous, but with a very sour expression, and with a glare in his eyes that warded off the affectionate coo’s from the audience.
“The winners for best romantic couple cosplay, is….wining two to one….KAT-TUN!” Yoko thundered.
“YEAH!” the winning group thundered, Koki throwing a fist in the air for triumph, while Kamenashi and Taguchi danced around in a circle together. Nakamaru was still sporting a blush, but managed to smile. Jin in turn had turned to Ueda, fully planning on capitalizing with a hug to the older man, but Ueda had merely curtsied to the audience and hurried off the stage, pulling his gloves off in the process and threw them at Jin’s head.
The members of NEWS on the other hand looked anything but happy. Tegoshi looked ready to start a fight with Koki who incidentally was mimicking Tegoshi’s own victory dance, and was busily shoving his rear end in Tegoshi’s direction.
Ryo was being calmed by both Koyama and Yamapi, who had already shed his wig, and was busily pulling Ryo’s off, while Koyama attempted to rub Ryo’s head and hand like an eight year old in an attempt to calm him.
Shige looked a bit annoyed, and was busily picking at his hair, that was already shedding vast amounts of white flakes from all the gel he’d stuffed on it. “Why did I even bother with it?” he muttered, to Massuda, who was helping him pull it off.
Massuda looked a bit sad, his face downcast as he helped his band member. “Don’t worry, Massu,” Shige comforted. “They only won because they look more like girls than we do.”
Massuda had to smile at that, how could he not? He sneaked a glance at the still celebrating group, and indeed noticed how prettily feminine they seemed to be. Kamenashi without make-up was really a lot prettier than half the models out there, who loaded their faces with about a pound of make-up. And Jin alone was probably enough to make any straight guy go the other way.
He laughed, and loudly. All turned to stare at him, “you’re right Shige,” he managed out in between laughs. KAT-TUN just stopped, and took quizzical glances at NEWS.
Tegoshi and Shige too started laughing, while Koyama had to fight down a smile. Ryo didn’t look capable of laughing, while Yamapi took a look at Jin and felt his mouth twitch a bit, before he buried his face in Ryo’s wig.
The murderous glance Jin was throwing at his best friend, was enough to make the producer nervous, and he yelled into Yoko’s ear piece. “GET THEM OFF! GET THEM OFF NOW!”
“AH!” Yoko cried, as the producers voice reverberated in his ear. “Okay, break!” he yelled on the stage, pulling Jin off the stage by the collar. “We’ll go over next week’s challenge in a minute,” he announced, motioning for the juniors to head on stage.
“Just do a mix of Happiness and Darling,” he ordered, pushing one of them out onto the stage.
The juniors hurried onto the stage trying to remember the dances they’d been taught about a month ago.
* * *
After both groups had been pulled out of their costumes and fixed quickly by the stylists they were pushed back onto the stage, in their usual attire.
KAT-TUN in overly fluffed fur, and for Koki a pair of jeans and his own graphic tee. NEWS meanwhile was stuffed into brightly colored clothing, much to Massuda’s delight.
Both groups calmly made their way to the stage and took their respective spots, well away from each other. Massuda was actually made to stand behind both Shige and Yamapi, mostly because Yamapi was a bit scared as to what Jin may do to the smiling boy.
Yoko came back out with two juniors in tow, each holding a drawstring bag.
“HAI! Now that we’ve got our first week’s winner, we’ll be keeping a tally here,” Yoko said, pointing at the large screen behind him, that immediately opened and revealed a large board detailing the points for each team. The total being 1-0 at the moment in KAT-TUN’s favor.
Tegoshi tried not to glare, but failed and fell to glaring at the floor, with his arms crossed.
“Now, we’ll decide next week’s competition. This time it’ll be a one on one challenge,” Yoko stated. “And the competitors and event type will be chosen through these,” he said, indicating at the drawstring bags both juniors were clutching.
“The first competitor has been decided for KAT-TUN as they’ve won the first challenge,” Yoko continued. “Ueda-kun,” he said, allowing a moment for the audience to express their enthusiasm.
Ueda gave a deep bow, before stepping forward to Yoko.
“Alright, in this bag we’ve got blocks, each corresponding to all of the NEWS members, the one you pick is the one you’ll be facing next week,” Yoko said, and pushed the junior forward towards Ueda.
The Junior trembled a bit, he’d always been a bit scared of Ueda. Ueda wordlessly stuck his hand into the bag, and fumbled around a bit, until his hand closed on a block. He gingerly pulled it out, and took a glance at it.
The block was laminated in purple and read out in perfect Kana, Koyama Keichiiro. Ueda immediately wanted to throw the block back in and get another, but was thwarted as Yoko took the block and read it out loud.
Yamapi let out a sigh of relief, Ueda wouldn’t be facing Ryo. Ryo looked completely bored, while both Shige and Massuda looked apprehensively at Koyama, who merely smiled complacently.
Ueda looked rather sour, it wouldn’t be that much of a challenged to beat NEWS’ mother, if anything he’d probably get bored half-way through the entire thing.
“Alright now, Koyama you’ll get to pick the event type,” Yoko announced, as the other junior hurried forward and eagerly offered Koyama the bag.
Koyama gave the boy a friendly smile and pat on the head, as he reached in. He fumbled a bit, trying to find one that felt nice in his hand. A few seconds later he pulled out a green block with an insignia of a brain on it.
Koyama stared at, puzzled, what could it mean?
Yoko took the block, and had to stifle a laugh when he saw Koyama staring at him questioningly.
“Koyama has picked the brain-buster!” Yoko announced, loudly.
“EH?” Was the general reaction from the audience. KAT-TUN looked as though Christmas had come early, with Jin and Koki sharing Cheshire cat grins and Ueda fighting down his own grin.
“EH?” Koyama asked, stricken, as was the entire group. Tegoshi’s eyes widened enough that they looked as though they were going to pop out, Ryo looked disappointed. Massuda, Yamapi and Shige alone remained expressionless, although weather it was from determination or from having already given up hope no one was able to tell.
“So it’s a smarts game?” Koyama clarified, only leading to Tegoshi and Ryo’s groaning, and allowing Taguchi and Kamenashi to snort into their elbows.
=CHAPTER END=
Author's Note: Tada! I know it's been a while since my last update, but I've been kind of busy, the semester for me just ended so I was basically studying every possible moment for my exams.
And then things got better, when I'd written out the last half of the chapter, and my computer froze. So after I restarted it, I wasn't able to recover the document, so I had to rewrite the entire 2nd part.
Anyway I really hope you liked it, I did have some fun writing it out. As for the next round, I know it sounds a teeny bit lame, but what the brain-buster topic will be, had suddenly struck me with inspiration, and boy have I got ideas for both Ueda and Koyama XD
So thanks for reading, and as always comments are greatly, greatly appreciated!!!!
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 PART ====> here
PART II
Once the crowd had been quieted, the last two groups were ushered on stage. Taguchi and Nakamaru were presented first.
“And who might you two be?” Yoko inquired.
“Keito…desu?” Taguchi said, glancing at Nakamaru questioningly. Clearly he didn’t remember his characters name.
“Iie! Keita Ito!” Nakamaru hissed.
“Ah, right. Ito Keita desu,” Taguchi said, with a nod.
“Ano, Kazuki Endou desu!” Nakamaru announced, rather cutely.
“Hang on, it’s a couple cosplay,” Yoko began.
“And we are a couple,” Taguchi interjected, before he swung an arm around Nakamaru, his hand rested on the other man’s hip, and pulled him closer.
“Keita wouldn’t do that!” Nakamaru hissed. “Kazuki does the aggressive stuff! You’re supposed to behave as cutely as a girl!”
Taguchi pouted, before he swiftly let go, and took a step away from Nakamaru.
Nakamaru cleared his throat. “We’re a…shounnen ai couple,” he muttered.
“Huh?” Yoko asked, he’d spoken a little too low and the host couldn’t hear him.
“Shounnen Ai couple!” Nakamaru said, loudly, his face turning a very nice shade of red.
There was an excited gasp from the audience. If there was one thing better than a Johnny dressed up as a girl it was a Johnny being a true male lover to another male, that was enough to drive girls wild.
Yoko nodded, in understanding. “I see, well then go on ahead,” he indicated to the open stage.
Nakamaru and Taguchi nodded slowly, before Taguchi took a few steps towards the center, readying himself for the impending scene.
The lights dimmed and Nakamaru scurried to the outskirts of the stage, getting himself ready for his entrance. While Taguchi circulated center stage in what appeared to be almost a swaying dance, with a look on his face that would have made any angel jealous.
Nakamaru ran onto the stage panting. “Kazu-kun?” Taguchi asked, placing a hand on the other man’s arm, with a look of concern etched on his face.
“Keita,” Nakamaru panted, “It’s my fault you’re here,” he managed to choke out, his arms tightening around Taguchi’s shoulders.
Taguchi’s eyes widened slightly, he had completely forgotten what the skit was supposed to be about. Not that it was really his fault, Nakamaru had been going into way too much detail, anyone would have forgotten.
“Kazu-chan,” Taguchi said, lightly, breathily. “Aishiteru,” he murmured, pulling the older man closer, and leaning his head on his shoulder. This alone surprised Nakamaru, but what happened next totally pushed him over the edge.
Gingerly Taguchi leaned in, and placed a long and lingering kiss on Nakamaru’s neck. The kiss held for a few seconds, before Taguchi pulled away and pulled Nakamaru closer, much too close for comfort.
So close, that in the dark the audience seemed to have trouble figuring out whose limbs were whose. Of course there was a general gasp from the audience, and even Nakamaru himself was left breathless, and a bit unsteady on his feet.
“SCENE!” Taguchi yelled in Nakamaru’s ear, before pulling away and jumping about. “bleh,” he said. “That was really weird!”
Nakamaru was still rather dazed. A glance at Yoko said he was still completely speechless and was just ogling Taguchi who was fixing the cuff of his jacket, and was loosening his tie innocently.
“What was that?!” Nakamaru hissed, once he’d regained his composure and turned a heated look at the blond man.
“I forgot the rest,” Taguchi said, with a shrug.
Yoko still hadn’t moved from where he stood, the microphone clamped tightly in his hand. The small eight year old junior stepped in, and wrestled the mic away from his senpai.
Once he’d gotten the mic, the small boy spoke in a commanding voice. “Next couple!”
The lights shuddered on and off, as a few of the older juniors pulled Yoko off the stage, allowing the small boy to MC the current situation. Ryo and Masuda were shuffled onto the stage.
Ryo was dressed simply in a white martial-arts uniform, and with quite a bit of padding stuck around his chest. He also had a blue wig stuck on his head.
Masuda stood clad in what looked like a mismatched sweat-suite. The bottoms seemed to fit a bit tightly, as they clung to his calves and thighs, allowing the audience a look at the well toned muscles of his legs. The top was also tight around his chest, hugging his pectorals and snuggling about his waist, with a long sash tying the shirt securely around his waist. And plopped on his head was a nasty looking wig that had a long ponytail dangling around the back, and had quite a few fly aways covering his face.
Needless to say, both looked quite odd. “And who are you?” Chino asked, clutching the mic tightly, as he held it up to Ryo.
“Akane desu,” he replied nonchalantly.
“And you?” Chino asked, turning to Masuda, who stooped down and kneeled next to him.
He leaned into the microphone, “Ranma desu!” He said, smiling widely. Even through the disgusting wig, Masuda’s winning smile shined through, allowing many audience members to coo, and squeal.
“Cosplay for Ranma ½?” Chino said, uncertainly.
“Yep,” Masuda said, patting the junior on the back reassuringly.
“Alright, then please start!” Chino commanded.
Masuda nodded eagerly, while Ryo merely bowed his head, and gave the small boy a crooked smile.
The lights flickered again, as Ryo took a spot near the edge of the stage, rather close to the audience, and Masuda took a spot on the other side, and threw himself onto the ground, and stretched out lazily.
There was silence, that was quickly filled with Ryo’s shrieks. “RANMA!” He roared, in a high pitched voice, as he ran straight at the lazing man.
“Urusay Akane!” Masuda responded, turning onto his side, and covering his face.
“RANMA! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MARU-CHAN?!” Ryo yelled, giving Masuda a swift kick.
“Ow!” Massuda cried, sitting up and glaring at Ryo. “What was that for?” he demanded, rubbing his leg.
“Where’s my Maru-chan?” Ryo asked, his voice dangerously low.
“I didn’t touch your stupid pet pig,” Massuda said. “Maybe he got himself lost again, that baka has no sense of direction.”
Ryo gave Massuda a swift smack on the head. “OW! THAT HURTS!” Massuda, cried, jumping to his feet.
Ryo bonked Massuda on the head, effectively flipping him on his back. “You are so lucky you’re a girl!” Massuda yelled.
Ryo let out an aggravated yell, before he grabbed a bucket from what looked like thin air, and splashed Massuda with it.
The lights shuttered again, and a moment later, Massuda stood spluttering this time in a red wig, and a padded chest.
“AKANE!” Massuda yelled, in a high pitched voice, that slightly resembled Tegoshi’s voice.
Without a word, Ryo flew at Massuda, effectively pinning the taller man to the ground.
“Where’s my Maru-chan!” he yelled.
“I don’t know!” Massuda yelled back, they were quite close at this moment, their noses nearly touching, before Ryo pulled back and gave Massuda firm smack on the head again.
Massuda in retaliation, pushed the older man back off of him, and flipped himself up, and he stood on his hands, quickly slipping across the stage, before he pulled himself back up and regained his balance.
Ryo had an almost animalistic look in his eye, as he displayed his long dormant ability of doing handstands, as he glided along the stage, and delivered a swift blow to Massuda, “Well, you’re a girl now!” He said, as he stood over a very annoyed Massuda.
“AKANE!” Massuda yelled, shoving Ryo’s foot off and pulling the short man towards him by the back of his neck, gracefully holding him as close as possible.
“I didn’t do anything to Maru-chan,” Massuda said, softly tucking Ryo under his arm.
“Don’t lie!” Ryo yelled, socking Massuda in one padded breast.
“OWWW!” Massuda gasped, releasing his hold on Ryo, and holding a hand to his chest. “That hurt!”
“It should have,” Ryo sniffed, wiping his nose.
Massuda pouted, and looked ready to yell again, but paused and just stared at Ryo.
“Akane?” he said, softly. Ryo didn’t respond, but his shoulders trembled slightly. Massuda let out a sigh, before plopping himself down beside Ryo.
He tried to fix the red wig, but ended up knotting it up even more. “I want Maru-chan,” Ryo sniffed, brokenly.
Massuda let out a long breath, “I swear I didn’t do a thing to Maru-chan, he’ll probably show up at some time, smelly and gross and then you can give him a bath,” he comforted, rubbing a hand on Ryo’s arm.
Ryo hiccupped, “Honto?”
Massuda nodded his head mechanically, before throwing another arm over Ryo. Ryo ended up with his head on Massuda’s bosom. It was in this manner that the light shut off, and a moment later Ryo and Massuda were cart wheeling around the stage.
“END!” They cried energetically. Massuda had already shed both the wig, and extra padding and was jumping about in his now loosely fitting clothes.
Ryo meanwhile, looked about the same, as he stood with a strangely sullen expression on his face.
Without batting a glance Chino Aoi announced the winner. “Nakamaru-senpai, Taguchi-senpai win.”
Ryo didn’t look happy, and Massuda had to force the shorter man off the stage. Taguchi gave a leap of happiness, and Nakamaru blushed prettily, looking anywhere but at the happy blonde man.
By this time, Yoko seemed to have regained feeling and hurried on stage, and briskly asked Aoi for the microphone. However Aoi had always been rather fond of microphones, and ran out of his senpai’s reach.
“Aoi-chan! I need the mic!” Yoko called, jogging towards the junior, who again slipped away.
The situation quickly escalated, with Kamenashi and Koki getting dragged onto the stage to try and help wrestle the microphone from the young boy.
“AOI-CHAN!” Kamenashi yelled, as he slipped on his high heeled shoes. Koki got himself tangled with Kamenashi and fell rather hard.
It wasn’t until Koyama came out, that Aoi jumped into the 26 year old’s arms, and handed him the microphone.
“I think he’s sending a message!” Jin said, with a snort.
All the pairs were assembled on the stage, why? Most of them had no idea, except that is Ueda who swore it was just so that they could be ogled, and because his life was awful he was still stuck wearing his sailor suite.
“Time to announce the winning team!” Yoko thundered, waving the microphone over his head, as Aoi was still on stage, and ready to take the microphone at any time.
The audience cheered loudly, and squeals were still heard along with the name calling of all the favorites on stage.
All pairs stood together, in order of their performance. They all looked completely disheveled, Massuda and Ryo especially, as Massuda was still quite wet, and had his wig tangled around his neck, making Tegoshi stare at him worriedly, hoping he wouldn’t suffocate because of it.
Ueda and Jin stood together, with Jin sporting a bruise on his left check, that he skillfully managed to cover with half of his hair. Ueda on the other hand, looked absolutely gorgeous, but with a very sour expression, and with a glare in his eyes that warded off the affectionate coo’s from the audience.
“The winners for best romantic couple cosplay, is….wining two to one….KAT-TUN!” Yoko thundered.
“YEAH!” the winning group thundered, Koki throwing a fist in the air for triumph, while Kamenashi and Taguchi danced around in a circle together. Nakamaru was still sporting a blush, but managed to smile. Jin in turn had turned to Ueda, fully planning on capitalizing with a hug to the older man, but Ueda had merely curtsied to the audience and hurried off the stage, pulling his gloves off in the process and threw them at Jin’s head.
The members of NEWS on the other hand looked anything but happy. Tegoshi looked ready to start a fight with Koki who incidentally was mimicking Tegoshi’s own victory dance, and was busily shoving his rear end in Tegoshi’s direction.
Ryo was being calmed by both Koyama and Yamapi, who had already shed his wig, and was busily pulling Ryo’s off, while Koyama attempted to rub Ryo’s head and hand like an eight year old in an attempt to calm him.
Shige looked a bit annoyed, and was busily picking at his hair, that was already shedding vast amounts of white flakes from all the gel he’d stuffed on it. “Why did I even bother with it?” he muttered, to Massuda, who was helping him pull it off.
Massuda looked a bit sad, his face downcast as he helped his band member. “Don’t worry, Massu,” Shige comforted. “They only won because they look more like girls than we do.”
Massuda had to smile at that, how could he not? He sneaked a glance at the still celebrating group, and indeed noticed how prettily feminine they seemed to be. Kamenashi without make-up was really a lot prettier than half the models out there, who loaded their faces with about a pound of make-up. And Jin alone was probably enough to make any straight guy go the other way.
He laughed, and loudly. All turned to stare at him, “you’re right Shige,” he managed out in between laughs. KAT-TUN just stopped, and took quizzical glances at NEWS.
Tegoshi and Shige too started laughing, while Koyama had to fight down a smile. Ryo didn’t look capable of laughing, while Yamapi took a look at Jin and felt his mouth twitch a bit, before he buried his face in Ryo’s wig.
The murderous glance Jin was throwing at his best friend, was enough to make the producer nervous, and he yelled into Yoko’s ear piece. “GET THEM OFF! GET THEM OFF NOW!”
“AH!” Yoko cried, as the producers voice reverberated in his ear. “Okay, break!” he yelled on the stage, pulling Jin off the stage by the collar. “We’ll go over next week’s challenge in a minute,” he announced, motioning for the juniors to head on stage.
“Just do a mix of Happiness and Darling,” he ordered, pushing one of them out onto the stage.
The juniors hurried onto the stage trying to remember the dances they’d been taught about a month ago.
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After both groups had been pulled out of their costumes and fixed quickly by the stylists they were pushed back onto the stage, in their usual attire.
KAT-TUN in overly fluffed fur, and for Koki a pair of jeans and his own graphic tee. NEWS meanwhile was stuffed into brightly colored clothing, much to Massuda’s delight.
Both groups calmly made their way to the stage and took their respective spots, well away from each other. Massuda was actually made to stand behind both Shige and Yamapi, mostly because Yamapi was a bit scared as to what Jin may do to the smiling boy.
Yoko came back out with two juniors in tow, each holding a drawstring bag.
“HAI! Now that we’ve got our first week’s winner, we’ll be keeping a tally here,” Yoko said, pointing at the large screen behind him, that immediately opened and revealed a large board detailing the points for each team. The total being 1-0 at the moment in KAT-TUN’s favor.
Tegoshi tried not to glare, but failed and fell to glaring at the floor, with his arms crossed.
“Now, we’ll decide next week’s competition. This time it’ll be a one on one challenge,” Yoko stated. “And the competitors and event type will be chosen through these,” he said, indicating at the drawstring bags both juniors were clutching.
“The first competitor has been decided for KAT-TUN as they’ve won the first challenge,” Yoko continued. “Ueda-kun,” he said, allowing a moment for the audience to express their enthusiasm.
Ueda gave a deep bow, before stepping forward to Yoko.
“Alright, in this bag we’ve got blocks, each corresponding to all of the NEWS members, the one you pick is the one you’ll be facing next week,” Yoko said, and pushed the junior forward towards Ueda.
The Junior trembled a bit, he’d always been a bit scared of Ueda. Ueda wordlessly stuck his hand into the bag, and fumbled around a bit, until his hand closed on a block. He gingerly pulled it out, and took a glance at it.
The block was laminated in purple and read out in perfect Kana, Koyama Keichiiro. Ueda immediately wanted to throw the block back in and get another, but was thwarted as Yoko took the block and read it out loud.
Yamapi let out a sigh of relief, Ueda wouldn’t be facing Ryo. Ryo looked completely bored, while both Shige and Massuda looked apprehensively at Koyama, who merely smiled complacently.
Ueda looked rather sour, it wouldn’t be that much of a challenged to beat NEWS’ mother, if anything he’d probably get bored half-way through the entire thing.
“Alright now, Koyama you’ll get to pick the event type,” Yoko announced, as the other junior hurried forward and eagerly offered Koyama the bag.
Koyama gave the boy a friendly smile and pat on the head, as he reached in. He fumbled a bit, trying to find one that felt nice in his hand. A few seconds later he pulled out a green block with an insignia of a brain on it.
Koyama stared at, puzzled, what could it mean?
Yoko took the block, and had to stifle a laugh when he saw Koyama staring at him questioningly.
“Koyama has picked the brain-buster!” Yoko announced, loudly.
“EH?” Was the general reaction from the audience. KAT-TUN looked as though Christmas had come early, with Jin and Koki sharing Cheshire cat grins and Ueda fighting down his own grin.
“EH?” Koyama asked, stricken, as was the entire group. Tegoshi’s eyes widened enough that they looked as though they were going to pop out, Ryo looked disappointed. Massuda, Yamapi and Shige alone remained expressionless, although weather it was from determination or from having already given up hope no one was able to tell.
“So it’s a smarts game?” Koyama clarified, only leading to Tegoshi and Ryo’s groaning, and allowing Taguchi and Kamenashi to snort into their elbows.
=CHAPTER END=
Author's Note: Tada! I know it's been a while since my last update, but I've been kind of busy, the semester for me just ended so I was basically studying every possible moment for my exams.
And then things got better, when I'd written out the last half of the chapter, and my computer froze. So after I restarted it, I wasn't able to recover the document, so I had to rewrite the entire 2nd part.
Anyway I really hope you liked it, I did have some fun writing it out. As for the next round, I know it sounds a teeny bit lame, but what the brain-buster topic will be, had suddenly struck me with inspiration, and boy have I got ideas for both Ueda and Koyama XD
So thanks for reading, and as always comments are greatly, greatly appreciated!!!!