Drabble Challenge #2 Results~!!
Technically it's still about 20 minutes til I posted the time for the challenge to end, but I'm not anticipating too many last-minute entries, so I'm gonna go ahead and post these ^_^ Hope everyone had fun with this one too!
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>>MoriDaiki
1) Eiji/Daiki - Eiji or Daiki crawling into the other's bed in a hotel room for whatever reason, when they're away from Tokyo for a performance.
"Sometimes I think Tsuchiya resents us..."
"Oh? I always thought he was just pissed cause Wasshi snores so loudly. We should just start getting three rooms--everyone would be happier that way."
Daiki giggled softly, the sound coming out more a rough cough as the air passed over his over-worked vocal cords. Two straight shows--one a senshuuraku--and a night of post-performance karaoke and drinking had done nothing for his voice, but at this point he wasn't really all that worried. He pulled the futon coverlet up, covering his head as he struggled to further close the distance between himself and his...whatever Eiji was.
"It's just--" he paused, and pulled his head back up so his voice wasn't muffled by the comforter, "--don't you resent him and Takashi when you're off in Osaka or Kobe or wherever for Bleach?"
Eiji paused in reflection, staring up at the ceiling, before offering an ambivalent, "I guess, kinda."
Propping himself up on an elbow and feigning offense, Daiki shoved the other man's shoulder. "What--you mean you don't miss me when you're away?"
"Oi oi~" Eiji laughed softly, fending off the attack and suppressing a louder laugh that would be sure to wake their neighbors in the room separated from them by the thin ryokan walls. "Of course I do--but it's not like they've got it easy, even then." Daiki had to admit he understood this. "Bleach has a huge cast, and only a few of them really know about them, you know?" He shrugged, and Daiki slid back down beside him, seemingly consoled for the moment. "They can't just switch the room arrangements up because they feel like it. He's got more reason to be jealous of us, I think."
"Maybe..." Daiki allowed, "...Doesn't mean he needs to whine as much as he does about who sleeps where, though." His complaining drifted off as his breathing slowed to a steady rhythm, sleep closing in on the pair.
2) Eiji/Daiki - An exchange they have during commercial break, on a night they stay in to watch tv together.
"So... you are gonna go, aren't you?"
Eiji sighed and nudged an empty can of beer on the coffee table with his toe. "What? Right now? But I'm in the middle of watching this."
Daiki rolled his eyes and gave his boyfriend's arm a shove. "Don't even pretend you're interested in..." he glanced at the television, "a documentary on sharks."
"But Daiki-chan, I don't want to go to the store. It's cold outside and I'm warm right here," Eiji pouted, trying to cuddle up to Daiki's side and maybe take his mind off this whole thing. His voice turned softer as he tilted his head to nuzzle at Daiki's neck, lips brushing against the warm skin just below his ear. "I'll go to the store tomorrow okay?"
"Ei-ji," Daiki's voice was edging closer to that Leader Mode tone he rarely used at home. He shifted a little in an attempt to put some distance between them on the small couch, "you really need to go to the store."
His plans all but dashed, Eiji sighed again, sitting up a little straighter on the couch. "What could you possibly need from the store right this minute?"
The grin that blossomed on Daiki's face was at once sweet and playful and very, very devious as he answered in a sing-song voice, "Con~doms."
Eiji was on his feet in mere seconds. "I've just gotta put my shoes on."
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>>Tuti/Nagayan
1) Tuti/Nagayan - Both have had a bad day, fighting ensues
Tuti flips open his cell angrily as it's blarring impatiently.
"Moshi-moshi!" he snaps into the receiver.
"What took you so long?!"
Tuti frowns at his phone. "What?"
"I'm waiting for half an hour already, Yuuichi! Where are you?"
The dancer frantically checks his watch and curses mildly. "Sorry. The rehearsal took longer than I thought. I'll be right there."
"Right. You better get your ass here right now! Or else--"
"Look, Takashi." He cuts in impatiently while rubbing his temple. "It's not my wish for the rehearsal to take longer, okay? And you know that even if it's over on time, I always manage to be late, anyway."
"Well, could you at least for once be on time?" He can hear Takashi pouts heavily at the other end and Tuti might have grin at that if he's not being cranky already.
"Takashi! It's not my fault, okay? And if you don't want to wait, then just go home!!"
"Fine!!"
And he gets Takashi hangs up on him. Tuti stares at his phone in disbelieve and he curses as he snaps his cell close. "Stupid, high-maintenance bastard!"
But as he walks along the pavement of night time Shibuya, he decides to check on the restaurant he's supposed to meet with Takashi. He knows it's useless because maybe Takashi is already gone home. He regrets their conversation on the phone earlier, thinking that it was really childish to lash his anger because of the slow rehearsal and that he got reprimanded by the director. But what's with Takashi anyway? It's not like he's not used to Tuti being late anyway.
Tuti takes a deep breath. Stop it, Yuuichi.
He walks to the restaurant and his steps halt just a few step away from the restaurant. A small familiar figure stands in front of the restaurant main door, leaning his back to the pillar next to the door.
Tuti blinks and his feet automatically brings him to face the small man.
"Why are you still here?" Tuti blurts out without thinking.
Takashi raises his head and a pout is on his lips. "Mou~ Osoi yo~ I'm getting really hungry..."
Tuti blinks once again. "But... but I think... you've gone home..."
Takashi averts his eyes away from Tuti and Tuti suspects a tinge of pinkish color on Takashi's ear. "Takashi?"
Takashi sighs. "I was..." He takes a deep breath. "I'm really tired and hungry and you're late..."
Tuti bites down his grin. His hand reaches out to curl around Takashi's chin and brings that face to face him. He smiles softly. "I'm sorry too, Takashi. I should've let you know I was going to be late..."
Takashi chuckles shyly and slaps Tuti's chest playfully. "Un." He nods. "Now, shall we eat something?"
Tuti grins widely. "Let's!"
2) Kengo, Nagayan and Tuti: "I really don't think it's ADD with you two..."
Kengo sighed as he surveyed the damage--empty bentou packages of delivery-curry overflowing from the tiny garbage can in the corner, the stench of old coffee grounds permeating the air, empty and unwashed plastic cups piled up near the makeshift cafe his gakuya-mates had started. It was just like old times.
He set down the plastic bags of conbini goods he'd picked up on the way to the theater and began cleaning up as best he could, tossing the plastics into a big garbage bag and wrinkling his nose at the coffee grounds as he dumped them all into a smaller burnables bag. Really--what had he done to deserve being stuck with the pair again? Granted, it wasn't like they had any choice in who they got grouped with for dressing-room assignments, but if he'd known ahead of time he'd be paired up with the amiguously gay duo he might've had a word or two to say to Iseki-kantoku. It probably would've been moot, though--he was starting to suspect favoritism on her part towards Tsuchiya just because she'd worked with *pnish* before.
He'd just finished cleaning out their poor little trash can when the door to the dressing room opened with a loud bang, and the tail end of what must have been a fascinating conversation blared into the room courtesy of Tsuchiya's excited babbling, "--and then Daiki-chan says, 'You idiot--you're supposed to shave WITH the grain on a poodle, not against it!'"
"Ohayou, Kengo." At least Takashi had the good manners to greet his costars. Kengo nodded and returned the reply, waiting for Tsuchiya to offer one as well.
"What the--where the hell did my cigarettes go? I left them right here!" So much for morning niceties.
"I saw an empty pack at your station and threw them away for you." It would've been nice to get a little thanks for cleaning up their crap, at least.
"Ah dammit--there was still a half of one left! I was saving that!"
"Thanks Kengo." Takashi's smile was brilliant and teasing as he unpacked his bag, looking up into the mirror to talk to Kengo. "For cleaning up and for tossing Tuti's deathsticks."
"Yeah, no problem," Kengo muttered halfheartedly, squeezing into his little corner of the gakuya and trying to put as much distance between himself and the pair as possible. Tsuchiya's mourning period for the lost half-a-cigarette appeared to have passed, and he was already babbling about something else inane to Takashi who listened bemusedly while he picked through his makeup bag.
Tsuchiya stood up and wandered over to the makeshift cafe and started sifting through the assorted flavors tucked into the corner, and hoping to nip the problem in the bud, Kengo called out, "Hey, try and remember not to throw the filter into our trash next time--it stinks up the whole room."
"Right right--hey Takashi, what're we doing for lunch? We do get lunch today, don't we? Are we running the All or the Live practice today?" Seriously, couldn't the guy focus on one thing for more than ten seconds?
There was a metallic clang, and Tsuchiya cursed loudly, holding his hand and sucking on his thumb. Takashi's attention shot from his nearly-empty bottle of foundation to the corner where the other man stood nursing his hand, glaring murderously at the mill he'd been fiddling with. "Tuti, you're gonna break it..." He pushed his chair back and walked over with a sigh, holding his hand out to be shown what Tsuchiya probably felt was a grave injury. The pair continued to converse in low tones for another few minutes--he imagined Tsuchiya was sharing his deep thoughts on the coffee grinder's bad points--and Kengo turned his attentions back to his own pre-rehearsal preparations.
The silence was punctuated now and then by a soft giggle or the strange sound of total silence, which prompted Kengo to further bury himself in his own matters. He had to correct himself: "I really don't think it's ADD with you two..."
3) Tuti/Nagayan - Sunflower Bouquet
It is said that if a girl puts three sunflower seeds down her back, she will marry the first boy she meets.
Wiping off his forehead and stacking the handkerchief away in his pocket; It has become a routine for Tuti ever since their seemingly endless tour through the sunflower fields somewhere south of Kitakyuushuu had started.
Looking a few meters ahead, he can see their "guide" (a certain Moriyama Eiji reading from a folder they got at the local tourist information center) and his "assistant" (an over-excited Tatsuya, who doesn't seem to be bothered by the heat the slightest bit), with the rest of the group trailing slightly behind. How they can keep up that pace in temperatures like these is beyond Tuti. 'Ridiculous, really...' he thinks as he absentmindedly plucks seeds from a sunflower he had picked earlier.
Too engrossed in his own little world, where cold beer flows freely and there are no annoying -smack- bees, he barely notices his friend slowing down his pace to walk next to him.
"Here," Tuti looks to his side, only for his face to be met with the feel of a cold bottle of water and the sight of a bright smile, "You looked like a sweating tomato back there, so I figured you could use something refreshing."
Tuti takes the bottle, "Thanks, Takashi." Twists off the cap, "I thought-" Takes a big gulp and laughs, "I though you guys were planning to see how long it would take for me to turn into a sun dried tomato back here!"
"I guess I came too early then, should have waited just a bit longer." He said with that teasing tone of his, that wide, brilliant smile never leaving his face. And in a bout of childishness, and maybe a dash of possessiveness, Tuti throws the handful of sunflower seeds down Takashi’s back and stands triumphantly in front of him.
At the sight of his friend spluttering and trying to figure out "What the hell did you just do?!" but smiling no less, Tuti can’t help but forget about the heat for a little bit and laugh out loud together.
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>>Misc.
1) Osamu-chan/Tatsuya - Excess Pampering
"You should take a day off from rehearsals."
Osamu-san loves to take care of people.
"If the star of our show gets sick, what're the rest of us supposed to do? You don't have an understudy, you know."
And I love to have Osamu-san take care of me.
"You really don't look good; do you want me to call a cab for you?"
But sometimes it's a little annoying that he still treats me like I could collapse any minute when all I did was get a little woozy after eight straight hours of dancing on an empty stomach because my bentou became the victim of the latest rehearsal-hall hide-and-seek game. I mean--the thought's nice and all, but...
"Tacchan?"
...sometimes I want to be the one to take care of him.
2) Tuti's coming out to his friends
"So--I think--I might be--" Tuti's face twisted into what under any other circumstances might've been a pained expression, but right now was anything but, and he exhaled with some effort, continuing to focus all his energies into drawing this experience out for as long as possible. "I might--be gay."
3) Tuti's coming out to his friends
Tuti takes a long drag on his cig, trying so hard not to look nervous despite the habit of licking his lips and constantly scratching the back of his head.
His companion raises his eyebrows, sipping on his latte calmly. Waiting.
Tuti mentally slaps himself. Now or never, Yuuichi. You know you can trust him.
Tuti nods and looks up to his friend. He stares into his friend's eyes. "Uhm..." He coughs. "I think I'm gay."
Takashi chuckles amusingly. "So why are you wondering why I kissed you the other day?"
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>>MoriDaiki
1) Eiji/Daiki - Eiji or Daiki crawling into the other's bed in a hotel room for whatever reason, when they're away from Tokyo for a performance.
"Sometimes I think Tsuchiya resents us..."
"Oh? I always thought he was just pissed cause Wasshi snores so loudly. We should just start getting three rooms--everyone would be happier that way."
Daiki giggled softly, the sound coming out more a rough cough as the air passed over his over-worked vocal cords. Two straight shows--one a senshuuraku--and a night of post-performance karaoke and drinking had done nothing for his voice, but at this point he wasn't really all that worried. He pulled the futon coverlet up, covering his head as he struggled to further close the distance between himself and his...whatever Eiji was.
"It's just--" he paused, and pulled his head back up so his voice wasn't muffled by the comforter, "--don't you resent him and Takashi when you're off in Osaka or Kobe or wherever for Bleach?"
Eiji paused in reflection, staring up at the ceiling, before offering an ambivalent, "I guess, kinda."
Propping himself up on an elbow and feigning offense, Daiki shoved the other man's shoulder. "What--you mean you don't miss me when you're away?"
"Oi oi~" Eiji laughed softly, fending off the attack and suppressing a louder laugh that would be sure to wake their neighbors in the room separated from them by the thin ryokan walls. "Of course I do--but it's not like they've got it easy, even then." Daiki had to admit he understood this. "Bleach has a huge cast, and only a few of them really know about them, you know?" He shrugged, and Daiki slid back down beside him, seemingly consoled for the moment. "They can't just switch the room arrangements up because they feel like it. He's got more reason to be jealous of us, I think."
"Maybe..." Daiki allowed, "...Doesn't mean he needs to whine as much as he does about who sleeps where, though." His complaining drifted off as his breathing slowed to a steady rhythm, sleep closing in on the pair.
2) Eiji/Daiki - An exchange they have during commercial break, on a night they stay in to watch tv together.
"So... you are gonna go, aren't you?"
Eiji sighed and nudged an empty can of beer on the coffee table with his toe. "What? Right now? But I'm in the middle of watching this."
Daiki rolled his eyes and gave his boyfriend's arm a shove. "Don't even pretend you're interested in..." he glanced at the television, "a documentary on sharks."
"But Daiki-chan, I don't want to go to the store. It's cold outside and I'm warm right here," Eiji pouted, trying to cuddle up to Daiki's side and maybe take his mind off this whole thing. His voice turned softer as he tilted his head to nuzzle at Daiki's neck, lips brushing against the warm skin just below his ear. "I'll go to the store tomorrow okay?"
"Ei-ji," Daiki's voice was edging closer to that Leader Mode tone he rarely used at home. He shifted a little in an attempt to put some distance between them on the small couch, "you really need to go to the store."
His plans all but dashed, Eiji sighed again, sitting up a little straighter on the couch. "What could you possibly need from the store right this minute?"
The grin that blossomed on Daiki's face was at once sweet and playful and very, very devious as he answered in a sing-song voice, "Con~doms."
Eiji was on his feet in mere seconds. "I've just gotta put my shoes on."
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>>Tuti/Nagayan
1) Tuti/Nagayan - Both have had a bad day, fighting ensues
Tuti flips open his cell angrily as it's blarring impatiently.
"Moshi-moshi!" he snaps into the receiver.
"What took you so long?!"
Tuti frowns at his phone. "What?"
"I'm waiting for half an hour already, Yuuichi! Where are you?"
The dancer frantically checks his watch and curses mildly. "Sorry. The rehearsal took longer than I thought. I'll be right there."
"Right. You better get your ass here right now! Or else--"
"Look, Takashi." He cuts in impatiently while rubbing his temple. "It's not my wish for the rehearsal to take longer, okay? And you know that even if it's over on time, I always manage to be late, anyway."
"Well, could you at least for once be on time?" He can hear Takashi pouts heavily at the other end and Tuti might have grin at that if he's not being cranky already.
"Takashi! It's not my fault, okay? And if you don't want to wait, then just go home!!"
"Fine!!"
And he gets Takashi hangs up on him. Tuti stares at his phone in disbelieve and he curses as he snaps his cell close. "Stupid, high-maintenance bastard!"
But as he walks along the pavement of night time Shibuya, he decides to check on the restaurant he's supposed to meet with Takashi. He knows it's useless because maybe Takashi is already gone home. He regrets their conversation on the phone earlier, thinking that it was really childish to lash his anger because of the slow rehearsal and that he got reprimanded by the director. But what's with Takashi anyway? It's not like he's not used to Tuti being late anyway.
Tuti takes a deep breath. Stop it, Yuuichi.
He walks to the restaurant and his steps halt just a few step away from the restaurant. A small familiar figure stands in front of the restaurant main door, leaning his back to the pillar next to the door.
Tuti blinks and his feet automatically brings him to face the small man.
"Why are you still here?" Tuti blurts out without thinking.
Takashi raises his head and a pout is on his lips. "Mou~ Osoi yo~ I'm getting really hungry..."
Tuti blinks once again. "But... but I think... you've gone home..."
Takashi averts his eyes away from Tuti and Tuti suspects a tinge of pinkish color on Takashi's ear. "Takashi?"
Takashi sighs. "I was..." He takes a deep breath. "I'm really tired and hungry and you're late..."
Tuti bites down his grin. His hand reaches out to curl around Takashi's chin and brings that face to face him. He smiles softly. "I'm sorry too, Takashi. I should've let you know I was going to be late..."
Takashi chuckles shyly and slaps Tuti's chest playfully. "Un." He nods. "Now, shall we eat something?"
Tuti grins widely. "Let's!"
2) Kengo, Nagayan and Tuti: "I really don't think it's ADD with you two..."
Kengo sighed as he surveyed the damage--empty bentou packages of delivery-curry overflowing from the tiny garbage can in the corner, the stench of old coffee grounds permeating the air, empty and unwashed plastic cups piled up near the makeshift cafe his gakuya-mates had started. It was just like old times.
He set down the plastic bags of conbini goods he'd picked up on the way to the theater and began cleaning up as best he could, tossing the plastics into a big garbage bag and wrinkling his nose at the coffee grounds as he dumped them all into a smaller burnables bag. Really--what had he done to deserve being stuck with the pair again? Granted, it wasn't like they had any choice in who they got grouped with for dressing-room assignments, but if he'd known ahead of time he'd be paired up with the amiguously gay duo he might've had a word or two to say to Iseki-kantoku. It probably would've been moot, though--he was starting to suspect favoritism on her part towards Tsuchiya just because she'd worked with *pnish* before.
He'd just finished cleaning out their poor little trash can when the door to the dressing room opened with a loud bang, and the tail end of what must have been a fascinating conversation blared into the room courtesy of Tsuchiya's excited babbling, "--and then Daiki-chan says, 'You idiot--you're supposed to shave WITH the grain on a poodle, not against it!'"
"Ohayou, Kengo." At least Takashi had the good manners to greet his costars. Kengo nodded and returned the reply, waiting for Tsuchiya to offer one as well.
"What the--where the hell did my cigarettes go? I left them right here!" So much for morning niceties.
"I saw an empty pack at your station and threw them away for you." It would've been nice to get a little thanks for cleaning up their crap, at least.
"Ah dammit--there was still a half of one left! I was saving that!"
"Thanks Kengo." Takashi's smile was brilliant and teasing as he unpacked his bag, looking up into the mirror to talk to Kengo. "For cleaning up and for tossing Tuti's deathsticks."
"Yeah, no problem," Kengo muttered halfheartedly, squeezing into his little corner of the gakuya and trying to put as much distance between himself and the pair as possible. Tsuchiya's mourning period for the lost half-a-cigarette appeared to have passed, and he was already babbling about something else inane to Takashi who listened bemusedly while he picked through his makeup bag.
Tsuchiya stood up and wandered over to the makeshift cafe and started sifting through the assorted flavors tucked into the corner, and hoping to nip the problem in the bud, Kengo called out, "Hey, try and remember not to throw the filter into our trash next time--it stinks up the whole room."
"Right right--hey Takashi, what're we doing for lunch? We do get lunch today, don't we? Are we running the All or the Live practice today?" Seriously, couldn't the guy focus on one thing for more than ten seconds?
There was a metallic clang, and Tsuchiya cursed loudly, holding his hand and sucking on his thumb. Takashi's attention shot from his nearly-empty bottle of foundation to the corner where the other man stood nursing his hand, glaring murderously at the mill he'd been fiddling with. "Tuti, you're gonna break it..." He pushed his chair back and walked over with a sigh, holding his hand out to be shown what Tsuchiya probably felt was a grave injury. The pair continued to converse in low tones for another few minutes--he imagined Tsuchiya was sharing his deep thoughts on the coffee grinder's bad points--and Kengo turned his attentions back to his own pre-rehearsal preparations.
The silence was punctuated now and then by a soft giggle or the strange sound of total silence, which prompted Kengo to further bury himself in his own matters. He had to correct himself: "I really don't think it's ADD with you two..."
3) Tuti/Nagayan - Sunflower Bouquet
It is said that if a girl puts three sunflower seeds down her back, she will marry the first boy she meets.
Wiping off his forehead and stacking the handkerchief away in his pocket; It has become a routine for Tuti ever since their seemingly endless tour through the sunflower fields somewhere south of Kitakyuushuu had started.
Looking a few meters ahead, he can see their "guide" (a certain Moriyama Eiji reading from a folder they got at the local tourist information center) and his "assistant" (an over-excited Tatsuya, who doesn't seem to be bothered by the heat the slightest bit), with the rest of the group trailing slightly behind. How they can keep up that pace in temperatures like these is beyond Tuti. 'Ridiculous, really...' he thinks as he absentmindedly plucks seeds from a sunflower he had picked earlier.
Too engrossed in his own little world, where cold beer flows freely and there are no annoying -smack- bees, he barely notices his friend slowing down his pace to walk next to him.
"Here," Tuti looks to his side, only for his face to be met with the feel of a cold bottle of water and the sight of a bright smile, "You looked like a sweating tomato back there, so I figured you could use something refreshing."
Tuti takes the bottle, "Thanks, Takashi." Twists off the cap, "I thought-" Takes a big gulp and laughs, "I though you guys were planning to see how long it would take for me to turn into a sun dried tomato back here!"
"I guess I came too early then, should have waited just a bit longer." He said with that teasing tone of his, that wide, brilliant smile never leaving his face. And in a bout of childishness, and maybe a dash of possessiveness, Tuti throws the handful of sunflower seeds down Takashi’s back and stands triumphantly in front of him.
At the sight of his friend spluttering and trying to figure out "What the hell did you just do?!" but smiling no less, Tuti can’t help but forget about the heat for a little bit and laugh out loud together.
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>>Misc.
1) Osamu-chan/Tatsuya - Excess Pampering
"You should take a day off from rehearsals."
Osamu-san loves to take care of people.
"If the star of our show gets sick, what're the rest of us supposed to do? You don't have an understudy, you know."
And I love to have Osamu-san take care of me.
"You really don't look good; do you want me to call a cab for you?"
But sometimes it's a little annoying that he still treats me like I could collapse any minute when all I did was get a little woozy after eight straight hours of dancing on an empty stomach because my bentou became the victim of the latest rehearsal-hall hide-and-seek game. I mean--the thought's nice and all, but...
"Tacchan?"
...sometimes I want to be the one to take care of him.
2) Tuti's coming out to his friends
"So--I think--I might be--" Tuti's face twisted into what under any other circumstances might've been a pained expression, but right now was anything but, and he exhaled with some effort, continuing to focus all his energies into drawing this experience out for as long as possible. "I might--be gay."
3) Tuti's coming out to his friends
Tuti takes a long drag on his cig, trying so hard not to look nervous despite the habit of licking his lips and constantly scratching the back of his head.
His companion raises his eyebrows, sipping on his latte calmly. Waiting.
Tuti mentally slaps himself. Now or never, Yuuichi. You know you can trust him.
Tuti nods and looks up to his friend. He stares into his friend's eyes. "Uhm..." He coughs. "I think I'm gay."
Takashi chuckles amusingly. "So why are you wondering why I kissed you the other day?"