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Kis-My-Land/Kis-My-Casino Royale/Superheroes/Names and Gadgets/Salarymen Blues/Locker/L.S.D./Taste
Title: Kis-My-Land
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100 x7
Characters/Pairings: Kis-My-Ft2
Author's Notes: Inspired by the Kis-My-Land song and the parks they had for the tour. Pirates Park, Ghost Park, Japanese Park, Army Park, Galaxy Park, Comedy Park and Pierrot Park. I think I failed the Army Park one a bit but...oh well. Have fun reading!
As a pirate you didn’t have much of a choice sometimes. So Nikaido lived in the highest tower of the haunted castle surrounded by a graveyard where zombies and other creatures roamed in the eternal night.
Tipped over salt dispensers were everywhere, the white crystals threw over the mosaic made out of 666 blood red rubies. There were thirteen rooms on the fourth floor that he inhabited all by himself.
One of the castle’s ghosts, Fujigaya, came over once in a while but that was pretty much it.
Walking over to the window, he looked down the pitch black abyss.
~*~
His hair was messy - his way of dying had been messy - and Fujigaya’s clothes were transparent rags. It scared the shit out of people even if he didn’t say anything. He preferred to spook quietly and not put on too much of a show, like some of his peers did.
Not that there was a terribly lot of spooking to do around here.
The most interesting encounter he’d had, had been the tall, mysterious samurai. The man had stayed around the graveyard for a while, slaughtering zombies for fun. He never seemed to sleep and never seemed to age either.
~*~
He was timeless. Kitayama didn’t know how it had happened but at some point he had stopped ageing. He had outlived many generations of lords ruling over the lands and had grown weary of offering his services again and again for nothing. So he had started wandering space and time. His swords were his only companions.
Times changed around him, while he remained unchanged. He watched the samurai of ‘today’, wearing guns instead of swords and driving huge machines instead of riding horses.
Kitayama was weary of death and destruction. He saw it whenever he slept. He didn’t sleep often.
~*~
Senga saluted his superior stiffly. “I’m honored, sir!” He had been chosen, the first human to be shot into space, following a chimpanzee who’d successfully circled the orbit. He’d be seeing a completely new world. He’d go where no human had ever gone before.
The other soldiers saluted him, some even bowing their heads in deep respect. He walked past them briskly. He had preparations to make.
Once he’d left the earth behind him - at least for the next few hours - he looked out of the little window of the rocket. It was breathtaking. It was-
…a man wearing glitter?
~*~
Sometimes it was hard to be the deity of the Galaxy, Yokoo sighed. Flying around, making sure stars glowed or exploded, black holes were well fed and whatever else there was. Even powerful beings like him needed a break sometimes. Yokoo had found some interest in the species that called itself humans and lived on the planet called earth in one of the solar systems he watched over.
Humans knew how to entertain themselves. Or well, most of the time at least. Sometimes Yokoo would watch them do so along with the moon and the stars and laugh with them.
~*~
Miyata sighed and sat down on the makeshift stage he had been performing on. Nobody was watching him these days, ever since the troupe of pierrots and clowns had arrived at the mall. The kids loved them and they were funny without words.
Oh well, this way he’d have more time for the more important things in life.
He walked past a group of otaku and sneered disdainfully. He pitied those guys, hovering over their manga or anime all day or play games.
Putting on the appropriate garments, he settled down for an enlightening meditation session at the local temple.
~*~
Red nose and jelly bag cap firmly in place, Tamamori went out to greet the kids who had already waited for him to come out. His voice was an endless stream of jokes, his actions comedic. He was surrounded by laughter all day long. It took a lot of focus but by the end of the day he went home satisfied, hair sweaty and tousled from wearing a cap all the time.
They called him the god of laughter.
On his way home, he passed by the big haunted house with the big Flying Dutchman figure smirking confidently at him.
Title: Kis-My-Casino Royale
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100 x2
Characters/Pairings: Nozawa Yuki, Kitayama Hiromitsu and Fujigaya Taisuke
Author's Notes: Because shisaigas requested Kitayama's butt.
“Welcome to the Kis-My-Casino. Do you want to enjoy a fantastic magic show with lots of glitters, sparkles and shiny colors? Out magician duo Tackey and Tsubasa will take you on a magic ride. Or have you come to explore one of our gaming floors?” hotelman Nozawa smiled at the guests. “We also have superb other entertainment on each floor, singing, dancing and one of the most exclusive pole dancing shows, so you can pick whatever is to your liking. There’s a special reward for those who challenge all of our 7 kings, our most special attraction out of all.”
~*~
A lot of people had come to the casino again to watch the special performance. And they were not disappointed. Slender waists, a firm ass and hips thrusting had the room going wild in a matter of no time. Those lucky enough to sit close enough were given the special privilege of giving tips to the dancers.
Kitayama smirked coyly over his shoulder when bills were shoved into his hot pants and a hand smacked his ass afterwards for good measure.
“Lots of luck to you, kind sir,” he purred and pulled himself up again to switch sides with Fujigaya.
Title: Superheroes
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Takiranger, Yararanger, Uwasaman and Hasshi Kamen - mentions of Eitorangers
Author's Notes: Takiranger and Yararanger think about the future heroes.
“Yararanger! I wonder if it is time for us to step back and let the new generation of superheroes take over. I heard the Eitorangers are considering similar actions,” Takiranger looked at his partner solemnly.
The other did a triple back-flip and backhand-spin combination and came to stand by his side. “Maybe that time has come, Takiranger. Let’s leave it to the next generation.”
“Uwasaman will not disappoint you, Takiranger! Yararanger!” a male wearing kindergartener clothes struck a dramatic pose.
“And I will support him, always! Hasshi Kamen, at your service!”
“Then again, maybe we should reconsider that,” Yararanger sighed.
Title: Names and Gadgets
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Uwasaman, Hasshi Kamen
Author's Notes: I totally want this combi to happen somewhere in real life. And as an explanation "H" would be pronounced "Ecchi" in Japanese. And ecchi in Japanese also means "perverted".
“Why are you Hasshi Kamen? Isn’t that totally giving away your secret identity?” Uwasaman asked.
The other shrugged. “It was that or Kamen Rider Ecchi.”
“Oh…well I guess Hasshi Kamen works,” Uwasaman commented.
Hasshi Kamen grinned. “Yup. Now, let’s go and fight off evil! I’ll take you on my bike. It’ll be faster than your tricycle. And it can transform into a giant fighting mecha robot!” He flipped his morpher open and pressed a button. “BalcanZ 3000, activate!” He grinned proudly. “It even comes with an A.I. I modeled that after myself.”
Uwasaman stopped short. “I’ll take my tricycle, thanks.”
Title: Salarymen Blues
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100 x3
Characters/Pairings: Hamanaka Bunichi, Kiriyama Akito, Muro Brothers, Hamada Takahiro, Yamasaki Kunta
Author's Notes: Somehow my Kanju stuff always turns out sad...?
As usual, he entered the small ramen shop with his suit still looking like it had just been freshly ironed. Bunichi sat down in the tatami area at the back. “The usual, Muro!” he called out to the owner of the shop. All three men behind the counter replied, “Coming up!”
Bunichi was soon joined by Akito, who took off his stylish glasses and loosened his tie a bit before sitting down, clunking his beer against Bunichi’s. “Another day’s work done, another day’s work ahead,” the other man sighed and settled down and then fell silent while drinking his beer.
~*~
Tie wrapped around his head, Bunichi grabbed one of the empty sake bottles and crowed out another old, cheesy enka song, which turned into something or the other by AKB48 in between, mixed with random English gibberish. Akito and Hamada had joined him and the rest of the men at the table cheered loudly, calling for another song.
Staggering around the tatami, Bunichi did a dramatic dance before he started to sing an original song, lamenting life, work and love. The other men cried, nodding in agreement and clapping enthusiastically. “Let’s drink and have fun now before tomorrow comes along!”
~*~
“Have you heard of that ramen shop? Muro’s. They claim it’s so good it’s to die for down there. Apparently not just the ramen itself but there are free comedy acts provided to those who come there,” Bunichi smiled when he heard some of his fellow office workers talking. Yes, the ramen shop was coming a long way. He remembered it as a cart still, back in his student days.
He looked up when Yamasaki Kunta, a new employee, bowed to him. The mal had his hair slicked back neatly, suit sitting perfectly on his frame. Ah, to be young.
Title: Locker
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Hayashi Matori, Kusumoto Yukito
Author's Notes: Inspired by episode 8 of the "Daremo Shiranai J Gakuen" series. Where people get locked into a cursed locker and 'evil clones' replace them. To give you the basic gist?
Matori banged his fists against the metal door of the locker. But apparently nobody heard him. He watched in horror when whoever it was that was impersonating himself outside the locker, wrapped an arm around Kusumoto and whispered something into the younger male’s ear that made Kusumoto laugh softly.
“No! Take your hands off him! Yukito! I’m in here! That’s not me!” he called out desperately and watched in horror as the scene progressed.
The other Matori slid his hand down Kusumoto’s shirt, let his fingers slip underneath. Then he leaned in to kiss the other.
“Yukito! No, Yukito! YUKITO!”
Title: L.S.D.
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Nakayama Yuma, Shigeoka Daiki, Yamada Ryosuke
Author's Notes: What if... and yes I came up with a name even lamer than NYC.
“From today, you-tachi are a new unit. Yes, you two will still remain part of 7 West but debut as a sort of sub-unit with him added to the merry mix. He’ll be splitting his work between Tokyo and Osaka,” Johnny had said. “You will be the laughing, singing and dancing boys!”
Nakayama and Shigeoka looked at each other and then looked at Yamada. The kid had been reasonably popular in Tokyo, had his own unit of sorts there, too. But now he was going to debut with them. Well, they were getting used to getting debuted in different groups.
Title: Taste
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Nakayama Yuma + Shigeoka Daiki
Author's Notes: Akuma no Koi AU. So Vampire!Yuma
“Yuma,” Shigeoka breathed softly. One of his hands came to rest in the nape of Nakayama’s neck. He could feel the other’s Adam’s apple bobbing as Nakayama swallowed.
After a few moments, the bobbing stopped and Nakayama pulled away, lips smeared with Shigeoka’s blood, eyes glowing red and fangs descended. “You taste so good, Shige. Better than anyone else.”
Smiling, Shigeoka reached out to caress Nakayama’s cheek and rub away some blood with his thumb. “Have you ever tried anyone else’s?”
“No. I only take blood from you.”
“Then how would you know?” Shigeoka laughed.
Nakayama shrugged. “Because it’s Shige.”
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100 x7
Characters/Pairings: Kis-My-Ft2
Author's Notes: Inspired by the Kis-My-Land song and the parks they had for the tour. Pirates Park, Ghost Park, Japanese Park, Army Park, Galaxy Park, Comedy Park and Pierrot Park. I think I failed the Army Park one a bit but...oh well. Have fun reading!
As a pirate you didn’t have much of a choice sometimes. So Nikaido lived in the highest tower of the haunted castle surrounded by a graveyard where zombies and other creatures roamed in the eternal night.
Tipped over salt dispensers were everywhere, the white crystals threw over the mosaic made out of 666 blood red rubies. There were thirteen rooms on the fourth floor that he inhabited all by himself.
One of the castle’s ghosts, Fujigaya, came over once in a while but that was pretty much it.
Walking over to the window, he looked down the pitch black abyss.
~*~
His hair was messy - his way of dying had been messy - and Fujigaya’s clothes were transparent rags. It scared the shit out of people even if he didn’t say anything. He preferred to spook quietly and not put on too much of a show, like some of his peers did.
Not that there was a terribly lot of spooking to do around here.
The most interesting encounter he’d had, had been the tall, mysterious samurai. The man had stayed around the graveyard for a while, slaughtering zombies for fun. He never seemed to sleep and never seemed to age either.
~*~
He was timeless. Kitayama didn’t know how it had happened but at some point he had stopped ageing. He had outlived many generations of lords ruling over the lands and had grown weary of offering his services again and again for nothing. So he had started wandering space and time. His swords were his only companions.
Times changed around him, while he remained unchanged. He watched the samurai of ‘today’, wearing guns instead of swords and driving huge machines instead of riding horses.
Kitayama was weary of death and destruction. He saw it whenever he slept. He didn’t sleep often.
~*~
Senga saluted his superior stiffly. “I’m honored, sir!” He had been chosen, the first human to be shot into space, following a chimpanzee who’d successfully circled the orbit. He’d be seeing a completely new world. He’d go where no human had ever gone before.
The other soldiers saluted him, some even bowing their heads in deep respect. He walked past them briskly. He had preparations to make.
Once he’d left the earth behind him - at least for the next few hours - he looked out of the little window of the rocket. It was breathtaking. It was-
…a man wearing glitter?
~*~
Sometimes it was hard to be the deity of the Galaxy, Yokoo sighed. Flying around, making sure stars glowed or exploded, black holes were well fed and whatever else there was. Even powerful beings like him needed a break sometimes. Yokoo had found some interest in the species that called itself humans and lived on the planet called earth in one of the solar systems he watched over.
Humans knew how to entertain themselves. Or well, most of the time at least. Sometimes Yokoo would watch them do so along with the moon and the stars and laugh with them.
~*~
Miyata sighed and sat down on the makeshift stage he had been performing on. Nobody was watching him these days, ever since the troupe of pierrots and clowns had arrived at the mall. The kids loved them and they were funny without words.
Oh well, this way he’d have more time for the more important things in life.
He walked past a group of otaku and sneered disdainfully. He pitied those guys, hovering over their manga or anime all day or play games.
Putting on the appropriate garments, he settled down for an enlightening meditation session at the local temple.
~*~
Red nose and jelly bag cap firmly in place, Tamamori went out to greet the kids who had already waited for him to come out. His voice was an endless stream of jokes, his actions comedic. He was surrounded by laughter all day long. It took a lot of focus but by the end of the day he went home satisfied, hair sweaty and tousled from wearing a cap all the time.
They called him the god of laughter.
On his way home, he passed by the big haunted house with the big Flying Dutchman figure smirking confidently at him.
Title: Kis-My-Casino Royale
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100 x2
Characters/Pairings: Nozawa Yuki, Kitayama Hiromitsu and Fujigaya Taisuke
Author's Notes: Because shisaigas requested Kitayama's butt.
“Welcome to the Kis-My-Casino. Do you want to enjoy a fantastic magic show with lots of glitters, sparkles and shiny colors? Out magician duo Tackey and Tsubasa will take you on a magic ride. Or have you come to explore one of our gaming floors?” hotelman Nozawa smiled at the guests. “We also have superb other entertainment on each floor, singing, dancing and one of the most exclusive pole dancing shows, so you can pick whatever is to your liking. There’s a special reward for those who challenge all of our 7 kings, our most special attraction out of all.”
~*~
A lot of people had come to the casino again to watch the special performance. And they were not disappointed. Slender waists, a firm ass and hips thrusting had the room going wild in a matter of no time. Those lucky enough to sit close enough were given the special privilege of giving tips to the dancers.
Kitayama smirked coyly over his shoulder when bills were shoved into his hot pants and a hand smacked his ass afterwards for good measure.
“Lots of luck to you, kind sir,” he purred and pulled himself up again to switch sides with Fujigaya.
Title: Superheroes
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Takiranger, Yararanger, Uwasaman and Hasshi Kamen - mentions of Eitorangers
Author's Notes: Takiranger and Yararanger think about the future heroes.
“Yararanger! I wonder if it is time for us to step back and let the new generation of superheroes take over. I heard the Eitorangers are considering similar actions,” Takiranger looked at his partner solemnly.
The other did a triple back-flip and backhand-spin combination and came to stand by his side. “Maybe that time has come, Takiranger. Let’s leave it to the next generation.”
“Uwasaman will not disappoint you, Takiranger! Yararanger!” a male wearing kindergartener clothes struck a dramatic pose.
“And I will support him, always! Hasshi Kamen, at your service!”
“Then again, maybe we should reconsider that,” Yararanger sighed.
Title: Names and Gadgets
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Uwasaman, Hasshi Kamen
Author's Notes: I totally want this combi to happen somewhere in real life. And as an explanation "H" would be pronounced "Ecchi" in Japanese. And ecchi in Japanese also means "perverted".
“Why are you Hasshi Kamen? Isn’t that totally giving away your secret identity?” Uwasaman asked.
The other shrugged. “It was that or Kamen Rider Ecchi.”
“Oh…well I guess Hasshi Kamen works,” Uwasaman commented.
Hasshi Kamen grinned. “Yup. Now, let’s go and fight off evil! I’ll take you on my bike. It’ll be faster than your tricycle. And it can transform into a giant fighting mecha robot!” He flipped his morpher open and pressed a button. “BalcanZ 3000, activate!” He grinned proudly. “It even comes with an A.I. I modeled that after myself.”
Uwasaman stopped short. “I’ll take my tricycle, thanks.”
Title: Salarymen Blues
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100 x3
Characters/Pairings: Hamanaka Bunichi, Kiriyama Akito, Muro Brothers, Hamada Takahiro, Yamasaki Kunta
Author's Notes: Somehow my Kanju stuff always turns out sad...?
As usual, he entered the small ramen shop with his suit still looking like it had just been freshly ironed. Bunichi sat down in the tatami area at the back. “The usual, Muro!” he called out to the owner of the shop. All three men behind the counter replied, “Coming up!”
Bunichi was soon joined by Akito, who took off his stylish glasses and loosened his tie a bit before sitting down, clunking his beer against Bunichi’s. “Another day’s work done, another day’s work ahead,” the other man sighed and settled down and then fell silent while drinking his beer.
~*~
Tie wrapped around his head, Bunichi grabbed one of the empty sake bottles and crowed out another old, cheesy enka song, which turned into something or the other by AKB48 in between, mixed with random English gibberish. Akito and Hamada had joined him and the rest of the men at the table cheered loudly, calling for another song.
Staggering around the tatami, Bunichi did a dramatic dance before he started to sing an original song, lamenting life, work and love. The other men cried, nodding in agreement and clapping enthusiastically. “Let’s drink and have fun now before tomorrow comes along!”
~*~
“Have you heard of that ramen shop? Muro’s. They claim it’s so good it’s to die for down there. Apparently not just the ramen itself but there are free comedy acts provided to those who come there,” Bunichi smiled when he heard some of his fellow office workers talking. Yes, the ramen shop was coming a long way. He remembered it as a cart still, back in his student days.
He looked up when Yamasaki Kunta, a new employee, bowed to him. The mal had his hair slicked back neatly, suit sitting perfectly on his frame. Ah, to be young.
Title: Locker
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Hayashi Matori, Kusumoto Yukito
Author's Notes: Inspired by episode 8 of the "Daremo Shiranai J Gakuen" series. Where people get locked into a cursed locker and 'evil clones' replace them. To give you the basic gist?
Matori banged his fists against the metal door of the locker. But apparently nobody heard him. He watched in horror when whoever it was that was impersonating himself outside the locker, wrapped an arm around Kusumoto and whispered something into the younger male’s ear that made Kusumoto laugh softly.
“No! Take your hands off him! Yukito! I’m in here! That’s not me!” he called out desperately and watched in horror as the scene progressed.
The other Matori slid his hand down Kusumoto’s shirt, let his fingers slip underneath. Then he leaned in to kiss the other.
“Yukito! No, Yukito! YUKITO!”
Title: L.S.D.
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Nakayama Yuma, Shigeoka Daiki, Yamada Ryosuke
Author's Notes: What if... and yes I came up with a name even lamer than NYC.
“From today, you-tachi are a new unit. Yes, you two will still remain part of 7 West but debut as a sort of sub-unit with him added to the merry mix. He’ll be splitting his work between Tokyo and Osaka,” Johnny had said. “You will be the laughing, singing and dancing boys!”
Nakayama and Shigeoka looked at each other and then looked at Yamada. The kid had been reasonably popular in Tokyo, had his own unit of sorts there, too. But now he was going to debut with them. Well, they were getting used to getting debuted in different groups.
Title: Taste
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Nakayama Yuma + Shigeoka Daiki
Author's Notes: Akuma no Koi AU. So Vampire!Yuma
“Yuma,” Shigeoka breathed softly. One of his hands came to rest in the nape of Nakayama’s neck. He could feel the other’s Adam’s apple bobbing as Nakayama swallowed.
After a few moments, the bobbing stopped and Nakayama pulled away, lips smeared with Shigeoka’s blood, eyes glowing red and fangs descended. “You taste so good, Shige. Better than anyone else.”
Smiling, Shigeoka reached out to caress Nakayama’s cheek and rub away some blood with his thumb. “Have you ever tried anyone else’s?”
“No. I only take blood from you.”
“Then how would you know?” Shigeoka laughed.
Nakayama shrugged. “Because it’s Shige.”