[fic] Chocolate - w-inds.
Title: Chocolate
By: himekohimura
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Summary: Keita contemplates who he's more like.
Notes: A drabble that I wrote oh so long ago ^-^
Keita loved his two friends to death. If he was asked his weakness, he would have to name two: Ryohei and Ryuichi. Keita looked over his groupmates thoughtfully, describing each in his brain as the three of them sat down for a short break durring practice.
Ryuichi was to his right, joking around playfully with some of the other dancers, at one point jumping one of them in mock anger. Ryuichi had always been explosive, not afraid to show people how he felt about things whether it be bad or good.
Keita turned to Ryohei, who was still working on his dance moves though it was break. Ryohei was Ryuichi's exact opposite. He kept to himself most of the time when he wasn't around his two friends and had a habit of retreating into his own world of dancing. Keita had to admit that if anything, Ryohei was dedicated, to both them and to his dancing. Although Keita did enjoy dancing, Ryohei worshipped it, perfecting it in the way only Ryohei could.
Keita's thoughts turned inward at himself. He wondered what others thought of him. Did they see a Ryuichi or a Ryohei? He sighed, catching the attention of his two friends. Ryuichi wrapped his arms around Keita from behind and leaned in to place his chin on Keita's sholder. "You okay?" Ryuichi asked, his breath tickling Keita's ear.
Keita smiled and nodded. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"You just seem quiet, that's all." Ryuichi frowned. "Did we do something wrong?"
"No! Of course not!" Keita was shocked that Ryuichi would even think something like that. "I was just thinking."
"Thinking about what?" Ryohei had stopped dancing when he had heard Keita sigh and moved to sit at Keita's left side, throwing an arm around Ryuichi and Keita both as he rested one hand on Keita's crossed leg.
"Just thinking what good friends I have." Keita laughed as Ryuichi and Ryohei tackled him to the ground. They wrestled around a bit before settling down into a heap of limbs and hair.
"Ryuichi, your hair..." Keita spat, trying and failing to remove all of Ryuichi's long strands from his mouth.
Ryuichi frowned and whipped his head, his hair leaving Keita's mouth and ending up in Ryohei's. "Ryuichi!"
"Sorry!" Ryuichi didn't look at all that apologetic as he shook his head, flying his black hair everywhere.
"Ryuichi!" The two other w-inds. boys shouted in unison as the were caught with saliva coated Ryuichi hair. The youngest w-inds. member laughed, apparently satsified with his moment of mischief as he reached behind and tied his hair back in a hair tie that he had around his wrist.
"So, what were you thinking about?" Ryohei asked.
"You guys," Keita shrugged, shifting so that he was settled comfortably on his side and not all over his two other bandmates. "Which of you I'm more like."
"Neither of us." Ryuichi and Ryohei said at the same time. Keita looked over at them in confusion.
"'Cause Keita is Keita," Ryohei said with conviction. "You can't be me or Ryuichi."
"Yeah," Ryuichi nodded. "You're your own person. Besides." Ryuichi smiled. "I don't think I would be able to stand another me."
"I don't think I would be able to take another of you too," Ryohei added in thoughtfully. Ryuichi elbowed Ryohei in the ribs, which made Ryohei accidently knee Keita when he flinched ending up in the three wrestling around again.
When practice started, Keita couldn't help but smile and sigh again. Yes, being Keita was a great thing, if only to have such wonderful friends.
By: himekohimura
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Summary: Keita contemplates who he's more like.
Notes: A drabble that I wrote oh so long ago ^-^
Keita loved his two friends to death. If he was asked his weakness, he would have to name two: Ryohei and Ryuichi. Keita looked over his groupmates thoughtfully, describing each in his brain as the three of them sat down for a short break durring practice.
Ryuichi was to his right, joking around playfully with some of the other dancers, at one point jumping one of them in mock anger. Ryuichi had always been explosive, not afraid to show people how he felt about things whether it be bad or good.
Keita turned to Ryohei, who was still working on his dance moves though it was break. Ryohei was Ryuichi's exact opposite. He kept to himself most of the time when he wasn't around his two friends and had a habit of retreating into his own world of dancing. Keita had to admit that if anything, Ryohei was dedicated, to both them and to his dancing. Although Keita did enjoy dancing, Ryohei worshipped it, perfecting it in the way only Ryohei could.
Keita's thoughts turned inward at himself. He wondered what others thought of him. Did they see a Ryuichi or a Ryohei? He sighed, catching the attention of his two friends. Ryuichi wrapped his arms around Keita from behind and leaned in to place his chin on Keita's sholder. "You okay?" Ryuichi asked, his breath tickling Keita's ear.
Keita smiled and nodded. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"You just seem quiet, that's all." Ryuichi frowned. "Did we do something wrong?"
"No! Of course not!" Keita was shocked that Ryuichi would even think something like that. "I was just thinking."
"Thinking about what?" Ryohei had stopped dancing when he had heard Keita sigh and moved to sit at Keita's left side, throwing an arm around Ryuichi and Keita both as he rested one hand on Keita's crossed leg.
"Just thinking what good friends I have." Keita laughed as Ryuichi and Ryohei tackled him to the ground. They wrestled around a bit before settling down into a heap of limbs and hair.
"Ryuichi, your hair..." Keita spat, trying and failing to remove all of Ryuichi's long strands from his mouth.
Ryuichi frowned and whipped his head, his hair leaving Keita's mouth and ending up in Ryohei's. "Ryuichi!"
"Sorry!" Ryuichi didn't look at all that apologetic as he shook his head, flying his black hair everywhere.
"Ryuichi!" The two other w-inds. boys shouted in unison as the were caught with saliva coated Ryuichi hair. The youngest w-inds. member laughed, apparently satsified with his moment of mischief as he reached behind and tied his hair back in a hair tie that he had around his wrist.
"So, what were you thinking about?" Ryohei asked.
"You guys," Keita shrugged, shifting so that he was settled comfortably on his side and not all over his two other bandmates. "Which of you I'm more like."
"Neither of us." Ryuichi and Ryohei said at the same time. Keita looked over at them in confusion.
"'Cause Keita is Keita," Ryohei said with conviction. "You can't be me or Ryuichi."
"Yeah," Ryuichi nodded. "You're your own person. Besides." Ryuichi smiled. "I don't think I would be able to stand another me."
"I don't think I would be able to take another of you too," Ryohei added in thoughtfully. Ryuichi elbowed Ryohei in the ribs, which made Ryohei accidently knee Keita when he flinched ending up in the three wrestling around again.
When practice started, Keita couldn't help but smile and sigh again. Yes, being Keita was a great thing, if only to have such wonderful friends.