[KinKi Fic] Speed Dial
Fluff. The teeth-rotting kind. Which means that this is OOC. Which means that this is not cross-posted.
Disclaimer: This writing is fictional and has no commercial purpose. Characters are real persons belonging to themselves.
Pairing: KinKi Kids, and a tiny bit of Nagase/Kouichi
Genre: Cheesy fluff
Rating: PG for one little innuendo
Summary: JE who's who on KinKi's speed dial list.
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Speed Dial
Tsuyoshi was walking across the carpark when he noticed Kouichi rummaging inside his car, parked in that same spot he'd unofficially claimed for years.
"What's the matter?"
Kouichi continued to peer below the driver seat -- he'd noticed Tsuyoshi coming from the corner of his eyes. "I can't find my cellphone."
"Want me to call?" Tsuyoshi offered, already taking out his cell.
"That will be helpful, thanks." Kouichi straightened, a hand on his sore hip as he watched Tsuyoshi punch one, two buttons on the keypad. "Wait, I'm only fifth on your speed dial?"
"Obviously you are 5-ichi," Tsuyoshi said nonchalantly, watching the screen as the call was transmitted.
A familiar ringtone sounded from somewhere around the front passenger seat.
"Ah!" Kouichi's hand slipped into the crack between the seat and the backrest, and came out with the missing device. "So there it was."
"Good." Tsuyoshi smiled, put his phone back into his pocket, and resumed his steps towards the building.
Kouichi activated the lock, then jogged a little to catch up with his partner. "So, who is at one?"
Tsuyoshi didn't reply right away, needing time to recall the latest conversation topic. "Taichi-kun."
"Now for *him* you use the 'ichi'."
Of all things to be jealous about, seriously. "He was with me when I got this phone. Besides, isn't it good that you're right at the center?"
Kouichi grinned, satisfied. "Then, the second?"
Tsuyoshi pushed the elevator button. At least the interrogation was distracting Kouichi from his butt. "Tsubasa."
"Ahhh, of course. Third?"
"Are you going to continue all the way like this? Manager-san."
"Oh, the same with mine!" Kouichi almost bounced into the elevator. "Fourth?"
Tsuyoshi wordlessly took his cellphone out and handed it to Kouichi.
The mild, harmless sarcasm flew right past Kouichi, who accepted it gleefully. Press, press, press.
"Inocchi? ...Ah, the character for 'i'?" He drew a '井' in the air.
"Uh-huh." Tsuyoshi feigned a bored countenance against Kouichi's triumphant look.
"Five. Six. Nagase?" Kouichi paused to think. "...Eh, why? I would think he was seven."
"Right next to you." The door opened, and Tsuyoshi walked out. "He should be at two, on top of you, but Tsubasa's already there."
Kouichi stopped abruptly. "Were you insinuating something dirty just now?"
"What?" Tsuyoshi was genuinely confused.
"'On top of me'," Kouichi lowered his voice, glancing around cautiously.
Tsuyoshi rolled his eyes. "I meant it in terms of height and proximity, you perv."
"Oh!" Kouichi burst out laughing.
"Why would I want that mental image? Gross."
Kouichi followed him blindly into the dressing room, almost bumping his head at the door frame. "Next... No one's at seven? Eh, where's Okada?"
Tsuyoshi set down his bag calmly. Kouichi would find out soon enough.
"Oh, he's at eight? Hmmm... why is that..."
Tsuyoshi hummed deliberately. It was rare to have Kouichi this hyper in the early morning; let him exercise that geeky brain for a while.
"Is it 'hachi' to rhyme with 'Junichi'?"
"No."
"Hm. The kanji for eight is the shape of a hill, 'oka'?"
Tsuyoshi was secretly impressed. "That's a little far-fetched."
"Eeeh. Then why? I'm curious, tell me."
Tsuyoshi contemplated withholding the answer just to entertain himself, but it probably wouldn't be good if Kouichi started pondering it aloud on TV and announced his speed dial list to the entire nation.
"No specific reason. I just feel like putting him there."
Kouichi slapped the table in incredulity. "What! That's too random."
"It's my phone, it's up to me." Tsuyoshi strode over and took his phone back.
Kouichi gave him a sly look. "Don't you want to know what number you are on my speed dial?"
"Not really." Tsuyoshi shrugged.
"Guess," Kouichi persuaded.
"Two," Tsuyoshi said readily. Wasn't that quite obvious?
"Nuh-uh." Kouichi waved smugly.
"One?" He tried not to sound too intrigued.
"Nope."
"What is it, then?"
"Giving up already? You have no persistence."
"It's pointless. I can just keep counting to nine."
Kouichi held out his phone, not succeeding much in hiding an expectant grin.
Tsuyoshi took it, frowning as he went through the list. "...I'm not in there."
Kouichi thought that tone sounded a bit hurt. "I know your number by heart," he said quickly.
Tsuyoshi returned the phone to him. "Still, wouldn't that go against your principle of efficiency?"
"You're already in the outgoing call history. I can utilize the nine slots for other people."
Tsuyoshi pinched his chin. "You don't call me all that often." Mostly when he was getting lost somewhere.
"I don't call anyone all that often," Kouichi answered serenely. The list was practically unmoving.
Tsuyoshi shook his head at that expression. "It's not something to be proud about."
"But *you* can be proud about it."
"I'm not that desperate." Tsuyoshi was touched anyway. "If that's the case, you won't have much use for those nine slots, either."
Kouichi did a brief mental analysis. "Probably."
Tsuyoshi started to fix his hair in front of the mirror. "I notice Nagase is also not in there."
"He is usually the one who calls."
"He spoils you too much." Tsuyoshi tsk-ed.
Who was the spoiled one, now... "Someone has to compensate for your bullying."
Tsuyoshi turned with a raised eyebrow. "Nice try."
"No, really, that's fine. You can continue with the bullying."
Tsuyoshi was speechless for once. "What happened to being S?"
Kouichi smiled. "You don't bully just anyone all this much."
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[*] Inspired by the goukon scene on SDK with Hitoto Yo 2008.11.16. Phone features are regrettably based on my own not-made-in-Japan cell.
[*] Don't think any of you on my flist would need this, but here's the Wiki on Japanese numerals anyway. Also, validity of kanji shape interpretation is highly doubtful. D: Pointers are happily welcome.
Disclaimer: This writing is fictional and has no commercial purpose. Characters are real persons belonging to themselves.
Pairing: KinKi Kids, and a tiny bit of Nagase/Kouichi
Genre: Cheesy fluff
Rating: PG for one little innuendo
Summary: JE who's who on KinKi's speed dial list.
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Speed Dial
Tsuyoshi was walking across the carpark when he noticed Kouichi rummaging inside his car, parked in that same spot he'd unofficially claimed for years.
"What's the matter?"
Kouichi continued to peer below the driver seat -- he'd noticed Tsuyoshi coming from the corner of his eyes. "I can't find my cellphone."
"Want me to call?" Tsuyoshi offered, already taking out his cell.
"That will be helpful, thanks." Kouichi straightened, a hand on his sore hip as he watched Tsuyoshi punch one, two buttons on the keypad. "Wait, I'm only fifth on your speed dial?"
"Obviously you are 5-ichi," Tsuyoshi said nonchalantly, watching the screen as the call was transmitted.
A familiar ringtone sounded from somewhere around the front passenger seat.
"Ah!" Kouichi's hand slipped into the crack between the seat and the backrest, and came out with the missing device. "So there it was."
"Good." Tsuyoshi smiled, put his phone back into his pocket, and resumed his steps towards the building.
Kouichi activated the lock, then jogged a little to catch up with his partner. "So, who is at one?"
Tsuyoshi didn't reply right away, needing time to recall the latest conversation topic. "Taichi-kun."
"Now for *him* you use the 'ichi'."
Of all things to be jealous about, seriously. "He was with me when I got this phone. Besides, isn't it good that you're right at the center?"
Kouichi grinned, satisfied. "Then, the second?"
Tsuyoshi pushed the elevator button. At least the interrogation was distracting Kouichi from his butt. "Tsubasa."
"Ahhh, of course. Third?"
"Are you going to continue all the way like this? Manager-san."
"Oh, the same with mine!" Kouichi almost bounced into the elevator. "Fourth?"
Tsuyoshi wordlessly took his cellphone out and handed it to Kouichi.
The mild, harmless sarcasm flew right past Kouichi, who accepted it gleefully. Press, press, press.
"Inocchi? ...Ah, the character for 'i'?" He drew a '井' in the air.
"Uh-huh." Tsuyoshi feigned a bored countenance against Kouichi's triumphant look.
"Five. Six. Nagase?" Kouichi paused to think. "...Eh, why? I would think he was seven."
"Right next to you." The door opened, and Tsuyoshi walked out. "He should be at two, on top of you, but Tsubasa's already there."
Kouichi stopped abruptly. "Were you insinuating something dirty just now?"
"What?" Tsuyoshi was genuinely confused.
"'On top of me'," Kouichi lowered his voice, glancing around cautiously.
Tsuyoshi rolled his eyes. "I meant it in terms of height and proximity, you perv."
"Oh!" Kouichi burst out laughing.
"Why would I want that mental image? Gross."
Kouichi followed him blindly into the dressing room, almost bumping his head at the door frame. "Next... No one's at seven? Eh, where's Okada?"
Tsuyoshi set down his bag calmly. Kouichi would find out soon enough.
"Oh, he's at eight? Hmmm... why is that..."
Tsuyoshi hummed deliberately. It was rare to have Kouichi this hyper in the early morning; let him exercise that geeky brain for a while.
"Is it 'hachi' to rhyme with 'Junichi'?"
"No."
"Hm. The kanji for eight is the shape of a hill, 'oka'?"
Tsuyoshi was secretly impressed. "That's a little far-fetched."
"Eeeh. Then why? I'm curious, tell me."
Tsuyoshi contemplated withholding the answer just to entertain himself, but it probably wouldn't be good if Kouichi started pondering it aloud on TV and announced his speed dial list to the entire nation.
"No specific reason. I just feel like putting him there."
Kouichi slapped the table in incredulity. "What! That's too random."
"It's my phone, it's up to me." Tsuyoshi strode over and took his phone back.
Kouichi gave him a sly look. "Don't you want to know what number you are on my speed dial?"
"Not really." Tsuyoshi shrugged.
"Guess," Kouichi persuaded.
"Two," Tsuyoshi said readily. Wasn't that quite obvious?
"Nuh-uh." Kouichi waved smugly.
"One?" He tried not to sound too intrigued.
"Nope."
"What is it, then?"
"Giving up already? You have no persistence."
"It's pointless. I can just keep counting to nine."
Kouichi held out his phone, not succeeding much in hiding an expectant grin.
Tsuyoshi took it, frowning as he went through the list. "...I'm not in there."
Kouichi thought that tone sounded a bit hurt. "I know your number by heart," he said quickly.
Tsuyoshi returned the phone to him. "Still, wouldn't that go against your principle of efficiency?"
"You're already in the outgoing call history. I can utilize the nine slots for other people."
Tsuyoshi pinched his chin. "You don't call me all that often." Mostly when he was getting lost somewhere.
"I don't call anyone all that often," Kouichi answered serenely. The list was practically unmoving.
Tsuyoshi shook his head at that expression. "It's not something to be proud about."
"But *you* can be proud about it."
"I'm not that desperate." Tsuyoshi was touched anyway. "If that's the case, you won't have much use for those nine slots, either."
Kouichi did a brief mental analysis. "Probably."
Tsuyoshi started to fix his hair in front of the mirror. "I notice Nagase is also not in there."
"He is usually the one who calls."
"He spoils you too much." Tsuyoshi tsk-ed.
Who was the spoiled one, now... "Someone has to compensate for your bullying."
Tsuyoshi turned with a raised eyebrow. "Nice try."
"No, really, that's fine. You can continue with the bullying."
Tsuyoshi was speechless for once. "What happened to being S?"
Kouichi smiled. "You don't bully just anyone all this much."
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[*] Inspired by the goukon scene on SDK with Hitoto Yo 2008.11.16. Phone features are regrettably based on my own not-made-in-Japan cell.
[*] Don't think any of you on my flist would need this, but here's the Wiki on Japanese numerals anyway. Also, validity of kanji shape interpretation is highly doubtful. D: Pointers are happily welcome.