debut; your face; short for life; mistaken identity
Title: Debut
Unit for Points: A.B.C-Z
Word Count: 100
Characters: Fujigaya
Notes: Still kinda stuck in AU mode. 8D Past or future, whatever. /fail
Fujigaya talks about their new soundtrack at the dinner table-how it went on sale that morning, and Johnny Himself's congratulatory visit to Kis-My-Ft2's dressing room-his excitement palpable.
Back in his room wait eighteen missed calls and twenty-one messages.
Confused when he finally scans them, Fujigaya's eyes grow wider with each snippet of text he scrolls past.
Finally finding the email that started it all, from Johnny Himself, his shout is loud enough that his mother calls up to ask if he's alright, and Yuusuke bangs on the wall between their rooms demanding to know who died.
You! Debut.
※
Title: Your Face
Unit for Points: A.B.C-Z
Word Count: 100
Characters: Miyata
"Whoa," Miyata says blankly, staring at his computer.
"What?" his sister asks, disinterested as she checks her hair in the mirror one last time.
"Kismai gets a national tour…" Miyata blinks.
"Your nose gets a national tour," she tells him on her way out the front door, and that's it for five minutes until his phone buzzes again.
miyata-tanya@docomo.ne.jp
Why are you even surprised though?
1048.9-9@softbank.ne.jp
Well… someone like me…
miyata-tanya@docomo.ne.jp
Yeah? They'd better thank you in advance for putting up with all their shit is all I've got to say.
miyata-tanya@docomo.ne.jp
Oh and congrats, little brother.
1048.9-9@softbank.ne.jp
…thanks, Nee-chan.
※
Title: Too Short for Life
Unit for Points: A.B.C-Z
Word Count: 100
Characters: Kitayama, Totsuka
kitami2@docomo.ne.jp
you made it on, right?
Totsuka smiles at his phone. He can barely move his arms enough to see the screen; the crush of people on the Yamanote is crazier than usual today.
shouta.b.c-z@softbank.ne.jp
Yes.
kitami2@docomo.ne.jp
good. can't see you.
shouta.b.c-z@softbank.ne.jp
If I were mean, I'd say it's because you need to grow.
kitami2@docomo.ne.jp
but being a member of abc-z, it would just make you a hypocrite.
shouta.b.c-z@softbank.ne.jp
Hasn't stopped Fumito, admittedly.
kitami2@docomo.ne.jp
it should be illegal to talk about idiots after-hours.
dinner tonight, curry place at my stop?
shouta.b.c-z@softbank.ne.jp
That would be nice.
kitami2@docomo.ne.jp
okay. meet you there.
※
Title: Mistaken Identity
Unit for Points: A.B.C-Z
Word Count: 100
Characters: Kitayama, Totsuka
Notes: My memory is a sieve lately. I could've sworn this has happened to Kitayama before, but could just be making it up.
There's a small kerfuffle a little way down the packed carriage: an indignant noise that sounds oddly familiar, and a grunt barely audible over the rattling of the train. Totsuka pays it no mind until his phone buzzes again.
kitami2@docomo.ne.jp
FUCKER JUST GROPED ME.
Totsuka smiles. Knowing Kitayama, vengeance must have been swift.
shouta.b.c-z@softbank.ne.jp
You broke his fingers, I take it?
kitami2@docomo.ne.jp
HOPE SO. WHY DOESN'T THIS SHIT EVER HAPPEN TO YOU.
Totsuka tactfully neglects to mention Kitayama's fur-hooded jackets and cutely permed, bleach-blond hair.
shouta.b.c-z@softbank.ne.jp
ABC magic, Hiromitsu.
Out at Roppongi instead? I'll buy you a drink.
kitami2@docomo.ne.jp
...fine.
Unit for Points: A.B.C-Z
Word Count: 100
Characters: Fujigaya
Notes: Still kinda stuck in AU mode. 8D Past or future, whatever. /fail
Fujigaya talks about their new soundtrack at the dinner table-how it went on sale that morning, and Johnny Himself's congratulatory visit to Kis-My-Ft2's dressing room-his excitement palpable.
Back in his room wait eighteen missed calls and twenty-one messages.
Confused when he finally scans them, Fujigaya's eyes grow wider with each snippet of text he scrolls past.
Finally finding the email that started it all, from Johnny Himself, his shout is loud enough that his mother calls up to ask if he's alright, and Yuusuke bangs on the wall between their rooms demanding to know who died.
You! Debut.
※
Title: Your Face
Unit for Points: A.B.C-Z
Word Count: 100
Characters: Miyata
"Whoa," Miyata says blankly, staring at his computer.
"What?" his sister asks, disinterested as she checks her hair in the mirror one last time.
"Kismai gets a national tour…" Miyata blinks.
"Your nose gets a national tour," she tells him on her way out the front door, and that's it for five minutes until his phone buzzes again.
miyata-tanya@docomo.ne.jp
Why are you even surprised though?
1048.9-9@softbank.ne.jp
Well… someone like me…
miyata-tanya@docomo.ne.jp
Yeah? They'd better thank you in advance for putting up with all their shit is all I've got to say.
miyata-tanya@docomo.ne.jp
Oh and congrats, little brother.
1048.9-9@softbank.ne.jp
…thanks, Nee-chan.
※
Title: Too Short for Life
Unit for Points: A.B.C-Z
Word Count: 100
Characters: Kitayama, Totsuka
kitami2@docomo.ne.jp
you made it on, right?
Totsuka smiles at his phone. He can barely move his arms enough to see the screen; the crush of people on the Yamanote is crazier than usual today.
shouta.b.c-z@softbank.ne.jp
Yes.
kitami2@docomo.ne.jp
good. can't see you.
shouta.b.c-z@softbank.ne.jp
If I were mean, I'd say it's because you need to grow.
kitami2@docomo.ne.jp
but being a member of abc-z, it would just make you a hypocrite.
shouta.b.c-z@softbank.ne.jp
Hasn't stopped Fumito, admittedly.
kitami2@docomo.ne.jp
it should be illegal to talk about idiots after-hours.
dinner tonight, curry place at my stop?
shouta.b.c-z@softbank.ne.jp
That would be nice.
kitami2@docomo.ne.jp
okay. meet you there.
※
Title: Mistaken Identity
Unit for Points: A.B.C-Z
Word Count: 100
Characters: Kitayama, Totsuka
Notes: My memory is a sieve lately. I could've sworn this has happened to Kitayama before, but could just be making it up.
There's a small kerfuffle a little way down the packed carriage: an indignant noise that sounds oddly familiar, and a grunt barely audible over the rattling of the train. Totsuka pays it no mind until his phone buzzes again.
kitami2@docomo.ne.jp
FUCKER JUST GROPED ME.
Totsuka smiles. Knowing Kitayama, vengeance must have been swift.
shouta.b.c-z@softbank.ne.jp
You broke his fingers, I take it?
kitami2@docomo.ne.jp
HOPE SO. WHY DOESN'T THIS SHIT EVER HAPPEN TO YOU.
Totsuka tactfully neglects to mention Kitayama's fur-hooded jackets and cutely permed, bleach-blond hair.
shouta.b.c-z@softbank.ne.jp
ABC magic, Hiromitsu.
Out at Roppongi instead? I'll buy you a drink.
kitami2@docomo.ne.jp
...fine.