Fanfiction - Now you see it, now you don't.
Title: Now you see it, now you don't
Author: crazy_otaku911
Pairing: Ki/F (with random other pairs implied)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What really happened during the infamous musical chair game (Dec 14, 2008, watch it here). Kitayama and Fujigaya are rather stubborn, Goseki gets his way offstage too, and Kawai doesn't think he's really all that gay.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Mild language, reality stretch.
A/N: Beta'd by omoikkiri ♥
“What did you think you were doing?” Koyama was practically screaming at them and the only reason there was no blood was because Nakamaru had such a firm grip on his wrists. “You could have been seen, you could have been caught, I am going to murder both of you!”
Fujigaya cowered behind Kitayama, who simply regarded the MC with lazy amusement. “We weren't caught though,” He replied, his voice lacking smugness, though he obviously felt that way.
“You could have though!” Koyama ranted on. “Dammit, you two, what the hell possessed you?”
“It was a bet,” Kitayama said simply.
There was a long moment of silence as Koyama spluttered at them both. Tentatively, Fujigaya peeked out from behind the older man's chair. The look on Koyama's face was absolutely murderous. The other boys in the room shrank in fear for their lives.
“You did that all...for a bet.” Koyama said, his voice faint. The silence was suddenly eerie, nobody else in the room was willing to breathe except for Kitayama, who just smiled as if he didn't have a care in the world...or a senpai about to break his neck.
“Yeah, you see...” He began to explain.
~*~*~
“Oh, will you shut up, Kitayama Hiromitsu!” Fujigaya snapped, eyes flashing at his boyfriend. This had been going on for hours and he couldn't even remember what they were fighting about, but he wasn't about to step down.
“Make me.” Kitayama shot back, leaning back and smirking at him. Fujigaya spluttered for a few moments and then threw his towel at the smaller male.
“Asshole.”
“But you love me.” Kitayama's smirk merely widened, because underneath all the bluster and bitching, Fujigaya was mostly harmless. Kitayama understood the other's limits and he also knew he wasn't close enough for it to get violent.
“I'm going to make you pay.” Fujigaya said finally, glowering.
Yawning lightly, Hiro shrugged at the clichéd words. “Wanna bet?” he asked softly, tilting his head.
Blinking in confusion, the younger one tilted his head. “Huwhat?”
“I'm going to make you pay,” Kitayama returned the other's words and added, “When you least expect it.”
Narrowing his eyes, Fujigaya regarded him for a moment before nodding. “Fine, Shortie....You're on.”
They would have shook on it, but who the hell shook hands with their boyfriend? So they merely looked at each other (glared, in Fujigaya's case) before turning on their heels and walking away.
~*~*~
“Are they still at it...?” Senga complained in the corner, stretching out against Nikaido. Miyata and Tamamori were sprawled in a similar fashion as they turned to watch the older members.
Supposedly they were practicing, but it looked like Yokoo was practicing while Kitayama teased Fujigaya and Fujigaya tried to drill holes through Kitayama's skull with his eyes. It wasn't so bad, Nikaido supposed. It was worse when they tried to undress each other with their eyes. In front of every one. It wasn't something Nika found appropriate for his boyfriend. Never mind that...okay, Nikaido wasn't going there.
“What is it this time anyways?” Tamamori twisted to glance up at Miyata. The older one shrugged, glancing back over at the couple in question.
“I think they fight for the fun of it, really...” He murmured. “I mean...this happens every other week and they've been together for how long...?”
“I hate it.” Senga wrinkled his nose, taking a drink from his water bottle. “They make everything so tense when they do this.”
Nikaido petted the other's hair, murmuring to just ignore it. The tension would be gone in a day or two, though since they were filming Shounen Club the next day, he hoped it wouldn't be too disruptive.
Somehow, he felt like that wasn't going to happen.
~*~*~
“Taisuke, fix your damn hair.” The next segment was about to be filmed in a minute and while Kitayama was in the mood for a good game, he also wanted Fujigaya to stop looking like a fluffball. He was an idol, not a hedgehog.
Pointedly ignoring him, Fujigaya turned to Goseki, smiling brightly. “Let's kick some gay Rainbow ass.”
“Hey!” Kawai puffed up, indignant. “As if we're any more gay then you two girls are.”
Goseki smiled over at his groupmate and Fujigaya promptly stomped on Kawai's foot. The resulting ruckus seemed unlikely to calm down any time soon and Kitayama merely sat in a corner, wondering where his only sane friend had gotten to. Why must he always be abandoned when things got like this?
Propping his chin on his hand, he eyed his boyfriend before lazily shutting his eyes. Nothing to be done right then.
~*~*~
The music ended and every one rushed to the seats. Kitayama launched himself into the fray. The sudden flurry of bodies was impossible to keep track of and he found himself sprawled over a seat.
Lucky~
An unlucky someone fell next to him onto the ground and Kitayama found himself nose to nose with none other than Fujigaya Taisuke.
It was stupid, really. He had no idea what possessed him, but the thought of 'I'll make you pay...when you least expect it.' sounded in his head. Sometimes he was like Fujigaya, way too impulsive for his own good.
Because the next thing he knew, he was attacking the other's lips, fingers lacing through the other's hair to pull him a little closer, despite the terribly awkward positioning.
~*~*~
'The fuck?' was all Fujigaya could think of besides 'Ow!' and then he just stopped thinking entirely, melting into Kitayama's mouth.
~*~*~
For a few moments, there was just the audience screaming and everyone trying to figure out if they'd won or not.
Goseki was the first to notice and he just sat there, laughing his ass off as he leaned over them. Not that it made them stop or anything. He wasn't even sure if they noticed, because they definitely didn't stop. It was a good thing, he supposed, that he was nice enough to keep them hidden.
The others quickly caught on and Senga gaped, flailing and pointing. “Hey, hey, hey, hey!” Everyone else rushed to action, half freaking out, half amused at the twisted tangle of a make-out session. Koyama and Maru were suddenly there, trying to get them to break up as well.
~*~*~
What had he been thinking? Oh...wait...he hadn't been thinking at all. Right.
Dazed slightly, Kitayama sat back, the stool finally out of his gut as he sheepishly remembered the real objective of the game. Scrambling onto the stool, he patted himself on the back. Not only had he just owned his boyfriend, but he'd also ended up the winner too.
What he hadn't expected was for Fujigaya to try and sit in his lap.
Totally the wrong time to do that. He just stared at Fujigaya, wondering if he was doing this out of revenge, but the younger male was already standing back up, glancing back at Kitayama and then at Goseki in a strange sort of confused satisfaction.
Well, not to be totally egotistical or anything, but Kitayama thought it had been a pretty awesome kiss himself.
~*~*~
“And....yeah, like that.” Kitayama shrugged lightly, smiling.
Koyama's mouth was opening and closing, words half forming but swallowed before they were fully shaped.
“...I suppose this is a bad time to say that Koki says 'congrats'....” Maru murmured. He'd evidently pulled out his phone somewhere within the story and looked up, smiling at Koyama apologetically. “They didn't get caught...”
Koyama's mouth formed a thin line. “They could have...”
“Yes, they could have....But they didn't,” Maru smiled helplessly.
“I think~” Goseki mused from his corner, “That they should make it up to Shoon somehow~” He smiled at the room at large. “After all, he saved their hides, right?” Partially....But the couple owed Goseki enough favors already.
“...Make it up how...?” Fujigaya finally reappeared from behind Kitayama's chair, eying his best friend in suspicion. Not that he didn't like Shoon plenty, but the guy had an evil streak and it was times like this when it surfaced.
Tapping a finger to his cheek, Goseki shrugged. “Whatever he thinks is fitting...”
“I think that's a very fitting punishment.” Somewhere within the last two minutes, nurturing Koyamama had reappeared. He nodded, smiling at them all before grabbing Maru's hand and dragging the 'father' of Shounen Club out. “I need ice cream.”
There was a moment of silence and nobody even had to look at Shoon to feel his smirk.
“We're doomed.” Fujigaya wailed, throwing his arms around Kitayama from behind. “This is all your fault, butthead.” He grumbled, burying his face in the other's shoulder.
“It's totally worth it though, right?” Kitayama turned his head to nuzzle at the other in amusement.
“Next time, you should just stay awake when I'm talking to you...” was the murmured reply.
“Oh...” Kitayama blinked. “Is that what we were fighting about~?”
“...” Fujigaya pushed away in disgust. “I bet you slept through that part too.” He turned on his heel to stomp out and Kitayama laughed, standing up to follow after him when a voice had them both freezing.
“Don't think I'm going to just let you off lightly....”
Maybe Kitayama should stay awake for Fujigaya more...or at least get back into Goseki's good graces.
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A/N: Slightly awkward and reality bender-ish...but thank you to omoikkiri for stepping in to beta at the last minute. ♥
Author: crazy_otaku911
Pairing: Ki/F (with random other pairs implied)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What really happened during the infamous musical chair game (Dec 14, 2008, watch it here). Kitayama and Fujigaya are rather stubborn, Goseki gets his way offstage too, and Kawai doesn't think he's really all that gay.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Mild language, reality stretch.
A/N: Beta'd by omoikkiri ♥
“What did you think you were doing?” Koyama was practically screaming at them and the only reason there was no blood was because Nakamaru had such a firm grip on his wrists. “You could have been seen, you could have been caught, I am going to murder both of you!”
Fujigaya cowered behind Kitayama, who simply regarded the MC with lazy amusement. “We weren't caught though,” He replied, his voice lacking smugness, though he obviously felt that way.
“You could have though!” Koyama ranted on. “Dammit, you two, what the hell possessed you?”
“It was a bet,” Kitayama said simply.
There was a long moment of silence as Koyama spluttered at them both. Tentatively, Fujigaya peeked out from behind the older man's chair. The look on Koyama's face was absolutely murderous. The other boys in the room shrank in fear for their lives.
“You did that all...for a bet.” Koyama said, his voice faint. The silence was suddenly eerie, nobody else in the room was willing to breathe except for Kitayama, who just smiled as if he didn't have a care in the world...or a senpai about to break his neck.
“Yeah, you see...” He began to explain.
~*~*~
“Oh, will you shut up, Kitayama Hiromitsu!” Fujigaya snapped, eyes flashing at his boyfriend. This had been going on for hours and he couldn't even remember what they were fighting about, but he wasn't about to step down.
“Make me.” Kitayama shot back, leaning back and smirking at him. Fujigaya spluttered for a few moments and then threw his towel at the smaller male.
“Asshole.”
“But you love me.” Kitayama's smirk merely widened, because underneath all the bluster and bitching, Fujigaya was mostly harmless. Kitayama understood the other's limits and he also knew he wasn't close enough for it to get violent.
“I'm going to make you pay.” Fujigaya said finally, glowering.
Yawning lightly, Hiro shrugged at the clichéd words. “Wanna bet?” he asked softly, tilting his head.
Blinking in confusion, the younger one tilted his head. “Huwhat?”
“I'm going to make you pay,” Kitayama returned the other's words and added, “When you least expect it.”
Narrowing his eyes, Fujigaya regarded him for a moment before nodding. “Fine, Shortie....You're on.”
They would have shook on it, but who the hell shook hands with their boyfriend? So they merely looked at each other (glared, in Fujigaya's case) before turning on their heels and walking away.
~*~*~
“Are they still at it...?” Senga complained in the corner, stretching out against Nikaido. Miyata and Tamamori were sprawled in a similar fashion as they turned to watch the older members.
Supposedly they were practicing, but it looked like Yokoo was practicing while Kitayama teased Fujigaya and Fujigaya tried to drill holes through Kitayama's skull with his eyes. It wasn't so bad, Nikaido supposed. It was worse when they tried to undress each other with their eyes. In front of every one. It wasn't something Nika found appropriate for his boyfriend. Never mind that...okay, Nikaido wasn't going there.
“What is it this time anyways?” Tamamori twisted to glance up at Miyata. The older one shrugged, glancing back over at the couple in question.
“I think they fight for the fun of it, really...” He murmured. “I mean...this happens every other week and they've been together for how long...?”
“I hate it.” Senga wrinkled his nose, taking a drink from his water bottle. “They make everything so tense when they do this.”
Nikaido petted the other's hair, murmuring to just ignore it. The tension would be gone in a day or two, though since they were filming Shounen Club the next day, he hoped it wouldn't be too disruptive.
Somehow, he felt like that wasn't going to happen.
~*~*~
“Taisuke, fix your damn hair.” The next segment was about to be filmed in a minute and while Kitayama was in the mood for a good game, he also wanted Fujigaya to stop looking like a fluffball. He was an idol, not a hedgehog.
Pointedly ignoring him, Fujigaya turned to Goseki, smiling brightly. “Let's kick some gay Rainbow ass.”
“Hey!” Kawai puffed up, indignant. “As if we're any more gay then you two girls are.”
Goseki smiled over at his groupmate and Fujigaya promptly stomped on Kawai's foot. The resulting ruckus seemed unlikely to calm down any time soon and Kitayama merely sat in a corner, wondering where his only sane friend had gotten to. Why must he always be abandoned when things got like this?
Propping his chin on his hand, he eyed his boyfriend before lazily shutting his eyes. Nothing to be done right then.
~*~*~
The music ended and every one rushed to the seats. Kitayama launched himself into the fray. The sudden flurry of bodies was impossible to keep track of and he found himself sprawled over a seat.
Lucky~
An unlucky someone fell next to him onto the ground and Kitayama found himself nose to nose with none other than Fujigaya Taisuke.
It was stupid, really. He had no idea what possessed him, but the thought of 'I'll make you pay...when you least expect it.' sounded in his head. Sometimes he was like Fujigaya, way too impulsive for his own good.
Because the next thing he knew, he was attacking the other's lips, fingers lacing through the other's hair to pull him a little closer, despite the terribly awkward positioning.
~*~*~
'The fuck?' was all Fujigaya could think of besides 'Ow!' and then he just stopped thinking entirely, melting into Kitayama's mouth.
~*~*~
For a few moments, there was just the audience screaming and everyone trying to figure out if they'd won or not.
Goseki was the first to notice and he just sat there, laughing his ass off as he leaned over them. Not that it made them stop or anything. He wasn't even sure if they noticed, because they definitely didn't stop. It was a good thing, he supposed, that he was nice enough to keep them hidden.
The others quickly caught on and Senga gaped, flailing and pointing. “Hey, hey, hey, hey!” Everyone else rushed to action, half freaking out, half amused at the twisted tangle of a make-out session. Koyama and Maru were suddenly there, trying to get them to break up as well.
~*~*~
What had he been thinking? Oh...wait...he hadn't been thinking at all. Right.
Dazed slightly, Kitayama sat back, the stool finally out of his gut as he sheepishly remembered the real objective of the game. Scrambling onto the stool, he patted himself on the back. Not only had he just owned his boyfriend, but he'd also ended up the winner too.
What he hadn't expected was for Fujigaya to try and sit in his lap.
Totally the wrong time to do that. He just stared at Fujigaya, wondering if he was doing this out of revenge, but the younger male was already standing back up, glancing back at Kitayama and then at Goseki in a strange sort of confused satisfaction.
Well, not to be totally egotistical or anything, but Kitayama thought it had been a pretty awesome kiss himself.
~*~*~
“And....yeah, like that.” Kitayama shrugged lightly, smiling.
Koyama's mouth was opening and closing, words half forming but swallowed before they were fully shaped.
“...I suppose this is a bad time to say that Koki says 'congrats'....” Maru murmured. He'd evidently pulled out his phone somewhere within the story and looked up, smiling at Koyama apologetically. “They didn't get caught...”
Koyama's mouth formed a thin line. “They could have...”
“Yes, they could have....But they didn't,” Maru smiled helplessly.
“I think~” Goseki mused from his corner, “That they should make it up to Shoon somehow~” He smiled at the room at large. “After all, he saved their hides, right?” Partially....But the couple owed Goseki enough favors already.
“...Make it up how...?” Fujigaya finally reappeared from behind Kitayama's chair, eying his best friend in suspicion. Not that he didn't like Shoon plenty, but the guy had an evil streak and it was times like this when it surfaced.
Tapping a finger to his cheek, Goseki shrugged. “Whatever he thinks is fitting...”
“I think that's a very fitting punishment.” Somewhere within the last two minutes, nurturing Koyamama had reappeared. He nodded, smiling at them all before grabbing Maru's hand and dragging the 'father' of Shounen Club out. “I need ice cream.”
There was a moment of silence and nobody even had to look at Shoon to feel his smirk.
“We're doomed.” Fujigaya wailed, throwing his arms around Kitayama from behind. “This is all your fault, butthead.” He grumbled, burying his face in the other's shoulder.
“It's totally worth it though, right?” Kitayama turned his head to nuzzle at the other in amusement.
“Next time, you should just stay awake when I'm talking to you...” was the murmured reply.
“Oh...” Kitayama blinked. “Is that what we were fighting about~?”
“...” Fujigaya pushed away in disgust. “I bet you slept through that part too.” He turned on his heel to stomp out and Kitayama laughed, standing up to follow after him when a voice had them both freezing.
“Don't think I'm going to just let you off lightly....”
Maybe Kitayama should stay awake for Fujigaya more...or at least get back into Goseki's good graces.
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A/N: Slightly awkward and reality bender-ish...but thank you to omoikkiri for stepping in to beta at the last minute. ♥