[Tomapi+KinKi Fic] 2A + B = AB
Quickie, as probably evident from the silly title (taken from characters's bloodtypes), just because the mention of Tomapi and KinKi in the same clip is too good to leave alone. =3
Disclaimer: This writing is fictional and has no commercial purpose. Characters are real persons belonging to themselves.
Pairing: KinKi Kids, Tomapi, TsuyoTsuba if you squint
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: Imaginary events surrounding Tomapi's performance of a KinKi song at Yamapi's solo concert.
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2A + B = AB
"No problem, you can use the song," Kouichi said. "You don't have to ask."
"Thank you so much." Yamapi nodded respectfully, even if Kouichi couldn't see it.
"So he has agreed to come and sing with you? That's great."
Yamapi smiled widely. "Yeah. He's always been coming to NEWS concerts too."
Kouichi sighed loudly. "If only someone would learn from his kouhai."
"Um... did senpai refuse to go to your shows?"
Kouichi paused. "Not exactly... He just never went."
"I'm sure he will go if you specifically call him," Yamapi encouraged.
"Nah. With him, you can never tell."
>>
"No," Tsuyoshi says flatly. "I don't enjoy musicals."
Expected. Kouichi exaggerates the pout, nevertheless. "You won't do it for me?"
"Awwww," the audience plead his case.
Tsuyoshi savours the puppy-dog-eyes look heartily before turning to the crowd with his own adorable act. "Everyone, please go on my behalf, okay?"
<<
"Shouldn't we rehearse the dance steps?" Toma asked, concerned. "At least once through."
"You still remember them perfectly, don't you?" Yamapi asked back, munching away on his food.
"I do."
"Then it's fine."
Toma shook his head. "And you have the same blood type as me? Unbelievable."
"Hey, I work hard."
"But somehow slack a lot when I'm around."
Yamapi grinned. "You should be flattered."
"Feh. Rather, Takizawa-kun would scold me for spoiling you."
"No reason for that. I won't mess up," Yamapi countered. "I remember the choreography perfectly, too."
"Yeah, yeah, I trust you," Toma conceded. "Quite amazing, huh? How many years has it been?"
"Hm..." Yamapi shrugged. "Not really counting."
"Disappointing," Toma grunted.
"I'm not so interested in the past, when I have the future to think about."
Toma looked at him, impressed. "Those are some good words."
Yamapi looked away from the gaze that still rushed blood onto his cheeks unfailingly after all those years he didn't bother to count.
"Can't slack about that, can I," he said, almost shy. "'Until we die' is a long, long time."
>> >>
"Senpai!" Tsubasa calls across the living room. "You've got a mail delivery. Shall I sign it for you?"
"Yes please!" Tsuyoshi shouts back from the kitchen.
After sending the postman on his way, Tsubasa frowns at the package. "SHOCK?"
He jumps at Tsuyoshi's sudden low voice in the vicinity of his neck. "Don't tell Kouichi."
"Eh, but..." Tsubasa's hand hangs in the air as the package is taken from his hand, its content inspected then placed on the counter.
"No point to it if he finds out beforehand." Tsuyoshi heads back to his cooking. "If that happens, I'll pass this ticket on to you."
Tsubasa follows him. "Why the break in tradition? You didn't even come the year I participated."
"Well, I have to go this time. I already said no when he asked during our last concert."
"I see-- eh? You said no?"
"Uh-huh."
Tsubasa blinks. "I don't understand."
Tsuyoshi draws him close by the shoulders. "You still have much to learn, then."
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Disclaimer: This writing is fictional and has no commercial purpose. Characters are real persons belonging to themselves.
Pairing: KinKi Kids, Tomapi, TsuyoTsuba if you squint
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: Imaginary events surrounding Tomapi's performance of a KinKi song at Yamapi's solo concert.
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2A + B = AB
"No problem, you can use the song," Kouichi said. "You don't have to ask."
"Thank you so much." Yamapi nodded respectfully, even if Kouichi couldn't see it.
"So he has agreed to come and sing with you? That's great."
Yamapi smiled widely. "Yeah. He's always been coming to NEWS concerts too."
Kouichi sighed loudly. "If only someone would learn from his kouhai."
"Um... did senpai refuse to go to your shows?"
Kouichi paused. "Not exactly... He just never went."
"I'm sure he will go if you specifically call him," Yamapi encouraged.
"Nah. With him, you can never tell."
>>
"No," Tsuyoshi says flatly. "I don't enjoy musicals."
Expected. Kouichi exaggerates the pout, nevertheless. "You won't do it for me?"
"Awwww," the audience plead his case.
Tsuyoshi savours the puppy-dog-eyes look heartily before turning to the crowd with his own adorable act. "Everyone, please go on my behalf, okay?"
<<
"Shouldn't we rehearse the dance steps?" Toma asked, concerned. "At least once through."
"You still remember them perfectly, don't you?" Yamapi asked back, munching away on his food.
"I do."
"Then it's fine."
Toma shook his head. "And you have the same blood type as me? Unbelievable."
"Hey, I work hard."
"But somehow slack a lot when I'm around."
Yamapi grinned. "You should be flattered."
"Feh. Rather, Takizawa-kun would scold me for spoiling you."
"No reason for that. I won't mess up," Yamapi countered. "I remember the choreography perfectly, too."
"Yeah, yeah, I trust you," Toma conceded. "Quite amazing, huh? How many years has it been?"
"Hm..." Yamapi shrugged. "Not really counting."
"Disappointing," Toma grunted.
"I'm not so interested in the past, when I have the future to think about."
Toma looked at him, impressed. "Those are some good words."
Yamapi looked away from the gaze that still rushed blood onto his cheeks unfailingly after all those years he didn't bother to count.
"Can't slack about that, can I," he said, almost shy. "'Until we die' is a long, long time."
>> >>
"Senpai!" Tsubasa calls across the living room. "You've got a mail delivery. Shall I sign it for you?"
"Yes please!" Tsuyoshi shouts back from the kitchen.
After sending the postman on his way, Tsubasa frowns at the package. "SHOCK?"
He jumps at Tsuyoshi's sudden low voice in the vicinity of his neck. "Don't tell Kouichi."
"Eh, but..." Tsubasa's hand hangs in the air as the package is taken from his hand, its content inspected then placed on the counter.
"No point to it if he finds out beforehand." Tsuyoshi heads back to his cooking. "If that happens, I'll pass this ticket on to you."
Tsubasa follows him. "Why the break in tradition? You didn't even come the year I participated."
"Well, I have to go this time. I already said no when he asked during our last concert."
"I see-- eh? You said no?"
"Uh-huh."
Tsubasa blinks. "I don't understand."
Tsuyoshi draws him close by the shoulders. "You still have much to learn, then."
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