[DRABBLES] Drabble Collection Set 01 (from Ten-Minute Drabble Challenge 1st Try)
Well, as some of you guys know, we have held a Ten-Minute Drabble Challenge for 3-4 days here in myutagenic :D. There is a word given and the people are encouraged to write a drabble involving that word. Anyone who participated then will have the right to give a word for the others to write about.
Since it’s getting rather congested (I’m so happy T~T. you guys participated!) I am archiving the fics written there here, for easier access and reviewing. I will also be crossposting this @ xkirakirax and in some communities, LOL. I hope you ficcers wouldn’t mind? Just tell me if you don’t want your work published, although it would be a pity T_T.
NOTE: Some are pure crack, some are absolute fluff, and some are AU ^^. Please read at your own risk, thank you.
KENN/SHIOZAWA
by kat8cha
Word Prompt: shampoo
Kenn frowned at the shower rack. There were a MILLION different types of shampoo in there. A million. Seriously. There was shampoo for oily hair, shampoo for dry hair, shampoo for hair that lacked volume, shampoo for curly hair, a 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner, and various bottles of conditioner. The shower stall had various shower gels and bars of soap, some of which looked like the type you stole from a hotel. There were at least 3 loofas, and 2 washcloths.
It was a wonder Shiozawa had room to shower.
Turning on the spigot Kenn slipped into the shower, closing the door behind him. He'd figure out which shampoos Shiozawa needed for himself and toss the rest out.
Because Kenn was the only visitor Shio would be getting for a while, if he had his way.
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by nikihiiragizawa
Word Prompt: healthy
"Kenn, are you alright?"
The actor rubbed his brows before answering, "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just a bit tired, I guess."
Aiba and Shirota looked at each other. Aside from the dark circles under his eyes and a sleepy look, Kenn looked perfectly fine to them. In fact, he had been grinning like crazy the moment he entered the practice hall. They thought he was okay, until the young man sat down during break and laid his head on his arms to get some sleep.
"Are you eating on time?" Aiba asked. Trust him to classify all problems under the food-deprivation category. "You should eat a lot."
Kenn gave a throaty laugh. "Actually, I think I ate too much...or rather...the other way around. It's just that...you know...can't resist it."
Aiba leaned his head on one side, confused. Shirota patted Aiba's shoulder and bade goodbye to Kenn despite Aiba's protests that he still wanted to talk to the young man.
As Shirota dragged Aiba out of the SeiRu dressing room, they ran to Shiozawa. "Ah. Shirota-san and Aiba-kun," the young man said.
"Hide," Shirota said, a bit exasperated. "For Kenn's sake, please abstain. It's not healthy to coop up with him in a bathroom stall every break. Not to mention you always come over to his house."
Aiba looked at Shirota quizzically as Shiozawa looked at them innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't done a thing."
"Oh, quit it, Hide." Shirota looked over his shoulder to see Kenn sleeping already. "I know how you invite him without even talking." Under his breath, he muttered something about puppy eyes and Shiozawa grinned.
"Aiba-kun, I didn't know you imitate my style."
"Huh?"
SHIROTA/AIBA
by nikihiiragizawa
Word Prompt: stardust
"Thank you"
Aiba got out of the cab and read the bright yellow and red neon lights flashing across his face.
Stardust.
With a knowing grin, Aiba stepped into the club, letting the people in line ogle at his ass clad in low-rise jeans.
The music rocked the house, literally. There were bodies moving everywhere. Aiba envied their liberal attempts to dance. He wanted to go up the stage at the center of the room, breakdancing like there's no tomorrow like the rest, but he had something else to do in this venue.
"Hi!" he cheerily said as approached the bar. Someone, someone he knew, stiffened at the sound of his greeting. "Shirota-san! Fancy seeing you here!" He tried making his voice as sweet as he could while glaring at the girls seated beside his target.
Shirota slowly turned around to face him, face not hiding the surprise he felt. "Ai-Aibacchi, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, well..." Aiba knew the question was coming and he had planned an answer already. "Well, since you sad you weren't coming home tonight and go to bed with me, I decided to go out and do some clubbing myself." He smiled widely and as beautifully as possible in order to dazzle those voracious vixens seated beside Shirota. "I didn't know you would be here."
Shirota seemed to buy his answer -- that everything was entirely by coincidence. "Oh, okay..." His attention was suddenly averted by the girl seated to his right who placed a hand on his shoulder.
Aiba glowered at the Ganguro-looking female (or so he thought). Placing a hand on his hip, he tilted his head sidewards ever so gently. "Oh...that is your date?" He smiled at Shirota and when Shirota turned to the girl, he quickly narrowed his eyes at her. "Nice date..."
"N-no..." the girl stammered, suddenly standing up. "I'm not his date. I ...uh...I was just passing by!" Instinctive of danger, the rest of the girls stood up and left, leaving the bar to Shirota and Aiba.
"Oh, fancy that," Aiba said, placing one hand around Shirota's wrist. "So everyone kinda passes by accidentally here..."
Shirota took one look at all the alpha females (and males) staring at Aiba and shook his head. He stood up and held the young man's shoulder. "I get the message. Let's go home."
"Good." Aiba let himself be dragged away from the crowd. "I was already thinking of replacing the pole dancer..."
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by nikihiiragizawa
Word Prompt: Bunny
It was just a cast joke, and Aiba was enjoying every minute of it until someone entered the dressing room.
He was just joining in the fun, since Doori had been wearing the bear ears since the end of the show and Kujirai was donned with cat ears (mamu-neko, as they all said). He just somehow instinctively picked up the remaining set of ears and wore them himself. He even added a flourish to make it more hilarious. Everyone was amused.
But right now, Aiba wasn't amused like them.
Shirota was determined to see Rokkaku Myu not because he wanted to see Aiba but because he wanted to give them encouragement. Being the former 'buchou' of the team, he wanted to pass on some form of strength to the new guys. Aiba had been especially worried so Shirota went to see the situation for himself.
He resolved that when he went visiting them, he would set his come-to-Aiba tendencies and stop being like a kitty to the guy. He would concentrate on advising the team and help them act as one.
At least that was what he thought before entering the dressing room. Upon entering it, though, and seeing Aiba prance around with bunny ears settled on his fluffy hair, with a cottony tail to partner it with and clad only in his Seigaku jersey and shorts, Shirota kind of forgot.
It looked like his short-term memory was acting up again.
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by nikihiiragizawa
Word Prompt: feather
As he felt the tingling sensation move upwards to his collarbone, Aiba shuddered. He felt his hips rising off the bed as the ministrations continued. The lips moving against his lips have disappeared, only to be replaced by a finger which he dutifully sucked on.
He was blindfolded and tied to the headboard, open to all possible things Shirota wanted to do. Vulnerable. It made Aiba afraid to hear the word, yet he was so turned on you wouldn't think he was scared.
"Aibacchi..." Shirota murmured against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "What do you want me to do next?"
The feather traveling along his clavicles moved downward until it reached the insides of his legs. Aiba wanted to cry out, but the finger ... or fingers inside his mouth was moving against his tongue, effectively silencing him. The only response he could do was the undulation of his hips and the crawling of his leg on Shirota's back.
Suddenly, the feather disappeared and was replaced by Shirota's lips, traveling all over his torso, licking his skin thoroughly. Aiba gasped and the fingers in his mouth left, letting him cry out in utmost pleasure. The next thing he felt was Shirota's fingers moving between his legs...
The alarm clock's ring blared all over the room, causing Aiba to suddenly open his eyes in surprise. He was breathing hard, the remnants of the delicious dream slowly leaving his mind. As he groaned, he noticed a weight on his chest and stomach.
With a frown and a sigh, Aiba pushed the weight off his body. "Lala-chan...get off me..." Lala promptly hopped off him, looking back at him as if knowing what was running in his semi-unconscious mind just before the alarm rang.
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by kat8cha
Word Prompt: chopsticks
Shirota twirled his chopsticks around his fingers, performing before dinner acrobatics with his fingers and the slivers of wood. Aiba sat and watched in fascination. He was always awed by what Shirota was capable of doing with his hands. Shirota always held his chopsticks slightly awkwardly, since he had not been using them since he was young. He complained about how a fork made things so much easier, but he still ate with the chopsticks.
Shirota eating wasn't a show, it was a clumsy attempt to stuff as much food in his mouth as possible. Because he was liable to miss Shirota's mouth seemed to overcompensate by opening so wide you could see straight back to his tonsils.
Shirota liked watching Aiba eat, because he said that Aiba was a deliberate eater. Aiba thought that sounded stupid, there wasn't anything deliberate about his eating, except that he wiped the food from his plate. Shirota would whine then, and say that it was because Aiba was a dancer, his every move seemed deliberately planned to use the least amount of energy possible.
Aiba knew Shirota was full of shit. It was just eating.
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by magic57user
Word Prompt: shampoo
Shirota came home to his apartment, only to find his door had been unlocked, and a pair of sneakers were sprawled on the doorway.
"Aibac--," he started to call as he entered, only to be greeted by the scent of a sweet smelling fragrance. A little too sweet if you ask him.
"What is that?," he thought to himself. "Aibacchi? You there?"
"Shirotan! You're home!" replied Aiba as he approached the taller man to give him a hug. "Gomen ne, I didn't call before coming over."
Shirota waved the apology off then asked, "What is that smell? It's all over the apartment."
Aiba grinned. "Oh that? It's shampoo," he proudly declared.
"Shampoo?"
"Yup, shampoo. Strawberry flavoured."
Shirota went to the bathroom and found bottle after bottle of strawberry scented shampoo.
"Did you go panic buying and bought ALL of these?" Shirota asked.
"They were on sale, and I thought..." Aiba looked downcast. "I thought you would've liked some, since you're always complaining that you're always out. And you always said you liked the smell of shampoo. But if you don't want them, I'll take them out."
Shirota smiled at the thought then stopped Aiba before he could get to the bottles. "No, it's fine. Leave them there." Aiba did as he was told.
"In fact, I could go use some right now," Shirota playfully grinned. "There's more than enough for two people. Care to join me?"
With that, the door closed, leaving the sweet smelling scent of strawberry in the house.
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by nikihiiragizawa
Prompt: barbecue
"Please?"
"No."
Shirota pouted. "Please?"
"No." Aiba tightened his grip.
Shirota reached out. "Aibacchi."
"D-don't touch me!"
Shirota made a sadder expression. "That...That's just a piece of meat!"
Aiba waved the piece of barbecue tightly held by his chopsticks. "And I want it so back off."
"But you said you love me!"
"Hey, that's out of the question."
"Y-you love that barbecue more than me? Can it give you heavenly pleasure at nights?"
Aiba, red in the face, dropped the piece of meat like hot potato and stood up for the table. "Fine. I just lost my appetite." He stomped out of the dining room.
Shirota turned to the empty plates and indoor grill in front of him. "How can you lose your appetite when you just ate everything..."
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by magic57user
Word Prompt: heater
"I come all the way here, and this is what I get?"
"Well, yeah..."
"I can't believe you! I'm going home!"
"Wait, Aiba-chan! You can't leave me here! It's freezing!" Shirota wailed.
"Your heater is broken, of course it's cold!" Aiba started, "Do you want both of us to freeze to death?"
"No! of course not!"
"Then why are we here?"
"Well, aside from the blankets, I figured a little body heat would be nice to have." Shirota winked.
Aiba sighed. "If that was all you wanted, you should've just said so," said the younger man as he walked towards Shirota's bedroom.
Shirota followed, silently thanking the gods for the crappy heating system his apartment complex offered. After all, he had a better alternative.
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by juudenkanryou
Word Prompt: shampoo
Clean. That was the first word that came to Shirota's mind.
Aiba always smelled clean. He smelled of fresh air, of newly-cut daisies, of newly-laundered linen that Shirota had just forced his mattress and pillows into.
Even if Aiba was drenched in sweat from rehearsals (and other things, Shirota thought with a cheeky little grin at the innocent bedsheets), Shirota could always detect that pure scent he'd come to associate with Aiba's body.
Then there was the bouncy, streaked hair. It always smelled of the unpolluted ocean, and Shirota assumed it was because Aiba spent every sunset at the bay near Shirota's apartment before heading over. Shirota had always loved the water, so in all honesty it was Aiba's hair he liked smelling the most.
"It's shampoo."
"Eh?"
Aiba smiled. "All the stuff you're saying about breaking waves and seagulls while you're inhaling my hair halfway up your nose? It's shampoo. And I always have it with me."
"Oh." He paused, and a thought occured to him. "... Don't you have a bar of soap with that scent?"
His boyfriend looked up, brown eyes taking on a puzzled look. "No... But if I felt like wasting my shampoo on the rest of my body, I would, since you seem to like it so much." He stood up, shrugging off the heavy coat that had shielded him from the low temperatures outside. "I'm taking a bath, okay? I'm really tired and aching all over, and I'm sure I smell horrible."
Shirota then made a silent resolution to explore all the possibilities of Aiba's shampoo. Ohoho, Aiba was going to regret giving him an idea...
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by nikihiiragizawa
Word Prompt: casanova
Shirota was naturally a jealous person. He valued things he owned and refused to share them with anyone. It was the same for those who entered a relationship with him. Just seeing his partner with someone else used to make him seething with anger and jealous pride.
But when he entered in a relationship with Aiba, Shirota's outlook became different. Aiba was a people person -- close to anyone he met. He would usually seduce other people just to see what Shirota's reaction was. At first, Shirota was often pissed and it resulted to hours of arguments and steamy bed scenes, but later on, Shirota discovered one of his sins : he actually enjoyed seeing Aiba with another person. Not necessarily sexually, but Shirota realized Aiba was at his best moods when laughing or getting teased with someone.
"So you're not jealous of Kana-san?" Aiba asked as he leaned forward to capture Shirota's lips in a kiss. "Not one ounce of jealousy?"
"Nnnnnno.." Shirota murmured against Aiba's lips. "I know you're just friends and you can't be tempted with anyone." The older man laughed. "Because I'm like, the best."
"Oh, yes, the best," Aiba said with a grin. "Let's see how much of a 'best' you can be."
Shirota laughed as Aiba stood up. He reached out with a hand towards Aiba. "Come here, Casanova."
Aiba blinked for a while and turned around, leaving Shirota sprawled on their bed.
"A...Aibacchi?" Shirota panicked. Did he make Aiba annoyed again? Will there be no blanket and bedsheet twisting tonight?
Before he could run after Aiba, the latter came back, a bowl in hand. "What are you rushing for?" Aiba asked him.
"I thought you were mad," Shirota whined, "Because i called you casanova."
Aiba stared at him for a while, realization swimming on his face. "Oh..." he softly said. He tilted the bowl to let Shirota see the tapioca pudding in it. "I thought you said cassava... so I got some..."
Shirota sighed. Maa, as much as he loved seeing Aiba with others, he also loved seeing Aiba with food anyway.
SAKURADA/AOYAGI
by kat8cha
Word Prompt: hairbush
Doori rooted through his things, making vague animal-like noises under his breath. Occasionally a muttered word like 'where' and 'dammit' would float over to where the rest of Seigaku's cast was huddled. They cringed as Doori's grumbles only seemed to get louder.
"Maybe we should ask?" Takki said softly, but was quickly hushed up by Seto. Minami silently shook his head, then stopped and amended.
"If we do, I'm not the one doing it." The last time Minami had said something to Doori while he was in a mood he'd gotten his toes stepped on, hard.
"He's obviously going to be cranky until he finds what he needs." Aiba twirled a little in his seat, as everyone was huddled around Aiba's make up station. It was the farthest from Doori's and closest to the door. "Think he's looking for a hair iron?"
Before they could all flee from Aiba's hair iron, and Doori's muttering someone slipped into the dressing room, passing the huddled group without a second glance. Grinning Ruito headed for Doori and before anyone could warn him he held out a hairbrush.
"Hey, you forgot this yesterday at the event. Thought you might want it back."
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by aoireeza
Word Prompt: shampoo
Sakurada Doori was the very epitome of a living roller coaster ride.
Ruito tore his eyes from the sight - Doori pacing back and forth, around the room, out of the door, and finally emerging from the said door a few moments after. It had been the not-so-comforting sight for a few minutes now; quite frankly, he was beginning to get a splitting headache.
"Can you just keep still and sit down once and for all?"
Doori raised an eyebrow. "Am I asking for your opinion?"
Ruito shook his head and sighed almost inaudibly. "Whatever," he muttered under his breath as he let his eyes wander off, on a certain part of space that would have anything Sakurada Doori on it, in it, at it.
He risked his very integrity and stole a glance at Doori who was still very much preoccupied with setting a world record of making the most number of roundtrips around a room. He hid the smile that was beginning to form on his lips, then stiffled a chuckle.
It was really amusing to watch Doori, though, much as he wouldn't really want to admit it.
It must have been the shampoo that did the trick.
KUJIRAI/ARAKI
by nikihiiragizawa
Word Prompt: calendar
Calendars were meant to remind people of dates they needed to remember or mark. They were used to tell people what date it was, will there be full moon, or was it holiday.
Calendars also came in different variety. Some people preferred seeing nature and scenic spots in their calendars. Others preferred those calendars with large posters of puppies and kitties. A larger group of 'others' preferred those calendars that came with idol DVDs...those types with bikini-clad girls in different poses.
No matter what the variety may be, each person who owned one calendar looked forward to the day when the month would pass so they could flip to a new page and stare at a new picture. It gave a form of excitement and gave people something to look forward to.
Kujirai looked at his calendar hanging on the wall. Unlike the others, he was not looking forward to flipping to the next page. in fact, he wasn't even planning.
It was already March, yet his calendar was still flipped to January. But Kujirai didn't really mind. He wouldn't mind if the calendar's month was never replaced...
...because January was Araki's month. Turning the calendar page would mean that a new D-Boy would be staring in his face, and Kujirai didn't want to exchange stares with another D-Boy. He only wanted to see Araki's face.
That was why, even though the time outside passed by quickly and seasons change inevitably, in Kujirai's room, it would always be January.
For January was Araki's month.
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Since it’s getting rather congested (I’m so happy T~T. you guys participated!) I am archiving the fics written there here, for easier access and reviewing. I will also be crossposting this @ xkirakirax and in some communities, LOL. I hope you ficcers wouldn’t mind? Just tell me if you don’t want your work published, although it would be a pity T_T.
NOTE: Some are pure crack, some are absolute fluff, and some are AU ^^. Please read at your own risk, thank you.
KENN/SHIOZAWA
by kat8cha
Word Prompt: shampoo
Kenn frowned at the shower rack. There were a MILLION different types of shampoo in there. A million. Seriously. There was shampoo for oily hair, shampoo for dry hair, shampoo for hair that lacked volume, shampoo for curly hair, a 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner, and various bottles of conditioner. The shower stall had various shower gels and bars of soap, some of which looked like the type you stole from a hotel. There were at least 3 loofas, and 2 washcloths.
It was a wonder Shiozawa had room to shower.
Turning on the spigot Kenn slipped into the shower, closing the door behind him. He'd figure out which shampoos Shiozawa needed for himself and toss the rest out.
Because Kenn was the only visitor Shio would be getting for a while, if he had his way.
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by nikihiiragizawa
Word Prompt: healthy
"Kenn, are you alright?"
The actor rubbed his brows before answering, "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just a bit tired, I guess."
Aiba and Shirota looked at each other. Aside from the dark circles under his eyes and a sleepy look, Kenn looked perfectly fine to them. In fact, he had been grinning like crazy the moment he entered the practice hall. They thought he was okay, until the young man sat down during break and laid his head on his arms to get some sleep.
"Are you eating on time?" Aiba asked. Trust him to classify all problems under the food-deprivation category. "You should eat a lot."
Kenn gave a throaty laugh. "Actually, I think I ate too much...or rather...the other way around. It's just that...you know...can't resist it."
Aiba leaned his head on one side, confused. Shirota patted Aiba's shoulder and bade goodbye to Kenn despite Aiba's protests that he still wanted to talk to the young man.
As Shirota dragged Aiba out of the SeiRu dressing room, they ran to Shiozawa. "Ah. Shirota-san and Aiba-kun," the young man said.
"Hide," Shirota said, a bit exasperated. "For Kenn's sake, please abstain. It's not healthy to coop up with him in a bathroom stall every break. Not to mention you always come over to his house."
Aiba looked at Shirota quizzically as Shiozawa looked at them innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't done a thing."
"Oh, quit it, Hide." Shirota looked over his shoulder to see Kenn sleeping already. "I know how you invite him without even talking." Under his breath, he muttered something about puppy eyes and Shiozawa grinned.
"Aiba-kun, I didn't know you imitate my style."
"Huh?"
SHIROTA/AIBA
by nikihiiragizawa
Word Prompt: stardust
"Thank you"
Aiba got out of the cab and read the bright yellow and red neon lights flashing across his face.
Stardust.
With a knowing grin, Aiba stepped into the club, letting the people in line ogle at his ass clad in low-rise jeans.
The music rocked the house, literally. There were bodies moving everywhere. Aiba envied their liberal attempts to dance. He wanted to go up the stage at the center of the room, breakdancing like there's no tomorrow like the rest, but he had something else to do in this venue.
"Hi!" he cheerily said as approached the bar. Someone, someone he knew, stiffened at the sound of his greeting. "Shirota-san! Fancy seeing you here!" He tried making his voice as sweet as he could while glaring at the girls seated beside his target.
Shirota slowly turned around to face him, face not hiding the surprise he felt. "Ai-Aibacchi, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, well..." Aiba knew the question was coming and he had planned an answer already. "Well, since you sad you weren't coming home tonight and go to bed with me, I decided to go out and do some clubbing myself." He smiled widely and as beautifully as possible in order to dazzle those voracious vixens seated beside Shirota. "I didn't know you would be here."
Shirota seemed to buy his answer -- that everything was entirely by coincidence. "Oh, okay..." His attention was suddenly averted by the girl seated to his right who placed a hand on his shoulder.
Aiba glowered at the Ganguro-looking female (or so he thought). Placing a hand on his hip, he tilted his head sidewards ever so gently. "Oh...that is your date?" He smiled at Shirota and when Shirota turned to the girl, he quickly narrowed his eyes at her. "Nice date..."
"N-no..." the girl stammered, suddenly standing up. "I'm not his date. I ...uh...I was just passing by!" Instinctive of danger, the rest of the girls stood up and left, leaving the bar to Shirota and Aiba.
"Oh, fancy that," Aiba said, placing one hand around Shirota's wrist. "So everyone kinda passes by accidentally here..."
Shirota took one look at all the alpha females (and males) staring at Aiba and shook his head. He stood up and held the young man's shoulder. "I get the message. Let's go home."
"Good." Aiba let himself be dragged away from the crowd. "I was already thinking of replacing the pole dancer..."
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by nikihiiragizawa
Word Prompt: Bunny
It was just a cast joke, and Aiba was enjoying every minute of it until someone entered the dressing room.
He was just joining in the fun, since Doori had been wearing the bear ears since the end of the show and Kujirai was donned with cat ears (mamu-neko, as they all said). He just somehow instinctively picked up the remaining set of ears and wore them himself. He even added a flourish to make it more hilarious. Everyone was amused.
But right now, Aiba wasn't amused like them.
Shirota was determined to see Rokkaku Myu not because he wanted to see Aiba but because he wanted to give them encouragement. Being the former 'buchou' of the team, he wanted to pass on some form of strength to the new guys. Aiba had been especially worried so Shirota went to see the situation for himself.
He resolved that when he went visiting them, he would set his come-to-Aiba tendencies and stop being like a kitty to the guy. He would concentrate on advising the team and help them act as one.
At least that was what he thought before entering the dressing room. Upon entering it, though, and seeing Aiba prance around with bunny ears settled on his fluffy hair, with a cottony tail to partner it with and clad only in his Seigaku jersey and shorts, Shirota kind of forgot.
It looked like his short-term memory was acting up again.
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by nikihiiragizawa
Word Prompt: feather
As he felt the tingling sensation move upwards to his collarbone, Aiba shuddered. He felt his hips rising off the bed as the ministrations continued. The lips moving against his lips have disappeared, only to be replaced by a finger which he dutifully sucked on.
He was blindfolded and tied to the headboard, open to all possible things Shirota wanted to do. Vulnerable. It made Aiba afraid to hear the word, yet he was so turned on you wouldn't think he was scared.
"Aibacchi..." Shirota murmured against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "What do you want me to do next?"
The feather traveling along his clavicles moved downward until it reached the insides of his legs. Aiba wanted to cry out, but the finger ... or fingers inside his mouth was moving against his tongue, effectively silencing him. The only response he could do was the undulation of his hips and the crawling of his leg on Shirota's back.
Suddenly, the feather disappeared and was replaced by Shirota's lips, traveling all over his torso, licking his skin thoroughly. Aiba gasped and the fingers in his mouth left, letting him cry out in utmost pleasure. The next thing he felt was Shirota's fingers moving between his legs...
The alarm clock's ring blared all over the room, causing Aiba to suddenly open his eyes in surprise. He was breathing hard, the remnants of the delicious dream slowly leaving his mind. As he groaned, he noticed a weight on his chest and stomach.
With a frown and a sigh, Aiba pushed the weight off his body. "Lala-chan...get off me..." Lala promptly hopped off him, looking back at him as if knowing what was running in his semi-unconscious mind just before the alarm rang.
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by kat8cha
Word Prompt: chopsticks
Shirota twirled his chopsticks around his fingers, performing before dinner acrobatics with his fingers and the slivers of wood. Aiba sat and watched in fascination. He was always awed by what Shirota was capable of doing with his hands. Shirota always held his chopsticks slightly awkwardly, since he had not been using them since he was young. He complained about how a fork made things so much easier, but he still ate with the chopsticks.
Shirota eating wasn't a show, it was a clumsy attempt to stuff as much food in his mouth as possible. Because he was liable to miss Shirota's mouth seemed to overcompensate by opening so wide you could see straight back to his tonsils.
Shirota liked watching Aiba eat, because he said that Aiba was a deliberate eater. Aiba thought that sounded stupid, there wasn't anything deliberate about his eating, except that he wiped the food from his plate. Shirota would whine then, and say that it was because Aiba was a dancer, his every move seemed deliberately planned to use the least amount of energy possible.
Aiba knew Shirota was full of shit. It was just eating.
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by magic57user
Word Prompt: shampoo
Shirota came home to his apartment, only to find his door had been unlocked, and a pair of sneakers were sprawled on the doorway.
"Aibac--," he started to call as he entered, only to be greeted by the scent of a sweet smelling fragrance. A little too sweet if you ask him.
"What is that?," he thought to himself. "Aibacchi? You there?"
"Shirotan! You're home!" replied Aiba as he approached the taller man to give him a hug. "Gomen ne, I didn't call before coming over."
Shirota waved the apology off then asked, "What is that smell? It's all over the apartment."
Aiba grinned. "Oh that? It's shampoo," he proudly declared.
"Shampoo?"
"Yup, shampoo. Strawberry flavoured."
Shirota went to the bathroom and found bottle after bottle of strawberry scented shampoo.
"Did you go panic buying and bought ALL of these?" Shirota asked.
"They were on sale, and I thought..." Aiba looked downcast. "I thought you would've liked some, since you're always complaining that you're always out. And you always said you liked the smell of shampoo. But if you don't want them, I'll take them out."
Shirota smiled at the thought then stopped Aiba before he could get to the bottles. "No, it's fine. Leave them there." Aiba did as he was told.
"In fact, I could go use some right now," Shirota playfully grinned. "There's more than enough for two people. Care to join me?"
With that, the door closed, leaving the sweet smelling scent of strawberry in the house.
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by nikihiiragizawa
Prompt: barbecue
"Please?"
"No."
Shirota pouted. "Please?"
"No." Aiba tightened his grip.
Shirota reached out. "Aibacchi."
"D-don't touch me!"
Shirota made a sadder expression. "That...That's just a piece of meat!"
Aiba waved the piece of barbecue tightly held by his chopsticks. "And I want it so back off."
"But you said you love me!"
"Hey, that's out of the question."
"Y-you love that barbecue more than me? Can it give you heavenly pleasure at nights?"
Aiba, red in the face, dropped the piece of meat like hot potato and stood up for the table. "Fine. I just lost my appetite." He stomped out of the dining room.
Shirota turned to the empty plates and indoor grill in front of him. "How can you lose your appetite when you just ate everything..."
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by magic57user
Word Prompt: heater
"I come all the way here, and this is what I get?"
"Well, yeah..."
"I can't believe you! I'm going home!"
"Wait, Aiba-chan! You can't leave me here! It's freezing!" Shirota wailed.
"Your heater is broken, of course it's cold!" Aiba started, "Do you want both of us to freeze to death?"
"No! of course not!"
"Then why are we here?"
"Well, aside from the blankets, I figured a little body heat would be nice to have." Shirota winked.
Aiba sighed. "If that was all you wanted, you should've just said so," said the younger man as he walked towards Shirota's bedroom.
Shirota followed, silently thanking the gods for the crappy heating system his apartment complex offered. After all, he had a better alternative.
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by juudenkanryou
Word Prompt: shampoo
Clean. That was the first word that came to Shirota's mind.
Aiba always smelled clean. He smelled of fresh air, of newly-cut daisies, of newly-laundered linen that Shirota had just forced his mattress and pillows into.
Even if Aiba was drenched in sweat from rehearsals (and other things, Shirota thought with a cheeky little grin at the innocent bedsheets), Shirota could always detect that pure scent he'd come to associate with Aiba's body.
Then there was the bouncy, streaked hair. It always smelled of the unpolluted ocean, and Shirota assumed it was because Aiba spent every sunset at the bay near Shirota's apartment before heading over. Shirota had always loved the water, so in all honesty it was Aiba's hair he liked smelling the most.
"It's shampoo."
"Eh?"
Aiba smiled. "All the stuff you're saying about breaking waves and seagulls while you're inhaling my hair halfway up your nose? It's shampoo. And I always have it with me."
"Oh." He paused, and a thought occured to him. "... Don't you have a bar of soap with that scent?"
His boyfriend looked up, brown eyes taking on a puzzled look. "No... But if I felt like wasting my shampoo on the rest of my body, I would, since you seem to like it so much." He stood up, shrugging off the heavy coat that had shielded him from the low temperatures outside. "I'm taking a bath, okay? I'm really tired and aching all over, and I'm sure I smell horrible."
Shirota then made a silent resolution to explore all the possibilities of Aiba's shampoo. Ohoho, Aiba was going to regret giving him an idea...
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by nikihiiragizawa
Word Prompt: casanova
Shirota was naturally a jealous person. He valued things he owned and refused to share them with anyone. It was the same for those who entered a relationship with him. Just seeing his partner with someone else used to make him seething with anger and jealous pride.
But when he entered in a relationship with Aiba, Shirota's outlook became different. Aiba was a people person -- close to anyone he met. He would usually seduce other people just to see what Shirota's reaction was. At first, Shirota was often pissed and it resulted to hours of arguments and steamy bed scenes, but later on, Shirota discovered one of his sins : he actually enjoyed seeing Aiba with another person. Not necessarily sexually, but Shirota realized Aiba was at his best moods when laughing or getting teased with someone.
"So you're not jealous of Kana-san?" Aiba asked as he leaned forward to capture Shirota's lips in a kiss. "Not one ounce of jealousy?"
"Nnnnnno.." Shirota murmured against Aiba's lips. "I know you're just friends and you can't be tempted with anyone." The older man laughed. "Because I'm like, the best."
"Oh, yes, the best," Aiba said with a grin. "Let's see how much of a 'best' you can be."
Shirota laughed as Aiba stood up. He reached out with a hand towards Aiba. "Come here, Casanova."
Aiba blinked for a while and turned around, leaving Shirota sprawled on their bed.
"A...Aibacchi?" Shirota panicked. Did he make Aiba annoyed again? Will there be no blanket and bedsheet twisting tonight?
Before he could run after Aiba, the latter came back, a bowl in hand. "What are you rushing for?" Aiba asked him.
"I thought you were mad," Shirota whined, "Because i called you casanova."
Aiba stared at him for a while, realization swimming on his face. "Oh..." he softly said. He tilted the bowl to let Shirota see the tapioca pudding in it. "I thought you said cassava... so I got some..."
Shirota sighed. Maa, as much as he loved seeing Aiba with others, he also loved seeing Aiba with food anyway.
SAKURADA/AOYAGI
by kat8cha
Word Prompt: hairbush
Doori rooted through his things, making vague animal-like noises under his breath. Occasionally a muttered word like 'where' and 'dammit' would float over to where the rest of Seigaku's cast was huddled. They cringed as Doori's grumbles only seemed to get louder.
"Maybe we should ask?" Takki said softly, but was quickly hushed up by Seto. Minami silently shook his head, then stopped and amended.
"If we do, I'm not the one doing it." The last time Minami had said something to Doori while he was in a mood he'd gotten his toes stepped on, hard.
"He's obviously going to be cranky until he finds what he needs." Aiba twirled a little in his seat, as everyone was huddled around Aiba's make up station. It was the farthest from Doori's and closest to the door. "Think he's looking for a hair iron?"
Before they could all flee from Aiba's hair iron, and Doori's muttering someone slipped into the dressing room, passing the huddled group without a second glance. Grinning Ruito headed for Doori and before anyone could warn him he held out a hairbrush.
"Hey, you forgot this yesterday at the event. Thought you might want it back."
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by aoireeza
Word Prompt: shampoo
Sakurada Doori was the very epitome of a living roller coaster ride.
Ruito tore his eyes from the sight - Doori pacing back and forth, around the room, out of the door, and finally emerging from the said door a few moments after. It had been the not-so-comforting sight for a few minutes now; quite frankly, he was beginning to get a splitting headache.
"Can you just keep still and sit down once and for all?"
Doori raised an eyebrow. "Am I asking for your opinion?"
Ruito shook his head and sighed almost inaudibly. "Whatever," he muttered under his breath as he let his eyes wander off, on a certain part of space that would have anything Sakurada Doori on it, in it, at it.
He risked his very integrity and stole a glance at Doori who was still very much preoccupied with setting a world record of making the most number of roundtrips around a room. He hid the smile that was beginning to form on his lips, then stiffled a chuckle.
It was really amusing to watch Doori, though, much as he wouldn't really want to admit it.
It must have been the shampoo that did the trick.
KUJIRAI/ARAKI
by nikihiiragizawa
Word Prompt: calendar
Calendars were meant to remind people of dates they needed to remember or mark. They were used to tell people what date it was, will there be full moon, or was it holiday.
Calendars also came in different variety. Some people preferred seeing nature and scenic spots in their calendars. Others preferred those calendars with large posters of puppies and kitties. A larger group of 'others' preferred those calendars that came with idol DVDs...those types with bikini-clad girls in different poses.
No matter what the variety may be, each person who owned one calendar looked forward to the day when the month would pass so they could flip to a new page and stare at a new picture. It gave a form of excitement and gave people something to look forward to.
Kujirai looked at his calendar hanging on the wall. Unlike the others, he was not looking forward to flipping to the next page. in fact, he wasn't even planning.
It was already March, yet his calendar was still flipped to January. But Kujirai didn't really mind. He wouldn't mind if the calendar's month was never replaced...
...because January was Araki's month. Turning the calendar page would mean that a new D-Boy would be staring in his face, and Kujirai didn't want to exchange stares with another D-Boy. He only wanted to see Araki's face.
That was why, even though the time outside passed by quickly and seasons change inevitably, in Kujirai's room, it would always be January.
For January was Araki's month.
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