[FANFICTION] Boys Will Be Boys (5/13)
Title: Boys Will Be Boys
Author: baka_tenshi
Fandom: Real Person/Johnny's Entertainment
Pairing: Golf&Mike (interpet it as you want)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Possible slash, language, content
Summary: Short stories on Golf&Mike's experience for being in Japan the first time.
Author's Notes: Numero cinco. So far, out of all five of them, this was the easiest one to write. Go figure. XD;; I think it's because of Massu and Massu makes everything better! Anyway, I was torn on between calling him "Piggychan" (Because he's that cute to be called such) and just plain ol' Massu but alas the coin toss said to go with Massu. Do you guys like the nickname Piggychan for him? Anyway, please keep on reviewing. I appreciate it a whole lot! ^^
Disclaimer: I wish I owned especially Golf. XD But alas he, nor his brother, belongs to me. They belong to their family, Johnny's Entertainment and the company over in Thailand.
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Boys Will Be Boys
By LilyChan
Chapter Five
Festival
“Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.” - Ella Wheeler, Solitude
“Hey, Mike!”
Not now.
“Come on, wake up!”
Fine.
He cracked open an eye, and then opened another eye. He saw his brother in a blue kimono; he blinked a couple times to reassure himself that he’s still awake. Alas his weren’t fooling him, his brother was wearing a blue kimono and he had a big grin on his face.
“Why are you dressed like that?” he asked bluntly as he yawned and stretched.
“I don’t know, I woke up and I found this on the couch with my name on the card. I’m not quite sure if this is how you’re supposed to wear it,” he responded, as the silky garment slid off his shoulder revealing his pajama top.
“Did you read what the card said?”
“Uh…” the other stammered. Pirath sighed as he got up.
He went to where the couch was and he saw his own kimono folded out properly. Alas, there was a card with his name on it as well. He picked it up and read it.
Enjoy this kimono for the festival.
If you need help, call your manager.
Then he closed it and placed it aside so it wouldn’t fall.
“Okay, since I don’t know what’s going on…” Pirath said to no one in particular as he headed to where the phone was.
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As it turned out, they were invited by Yamashita and his band members (whom they later learned was NEWS).
At least it’s not as creepy, he thought as the group trudged through the crowd. There would be a fan girl or two who would squeal, scream, etc and even asked for a picture with them. Pichaya looked disappointed but perked right up as though nothing happened and as though nothing was wrong.
Pirath grabbed his hand for reassurance. The other, at first, didn’t understand, but when he stared into his brother’s brown eyes - he knew. He squeezed his hand as well; words weren’t needed to translate the conversation the two had.
“Hey Golf,” asked on Tamahisa Masuda. He had some meat on a kabob. He had on a light blue kimono, but since it was dark with light only from the lamps that hung on the stands. The two brothers let go of each other’s hands, unsure how this country would deal with such a bond as theirs. “Aren’t you hungry? Tego-tan got plenty more pork!” he said as he raised his kabob, some of it with bite marks.
Pichaya nodded. “Yes, Tamahisa-san,” he said as politely as he could. He bowed for effect. Masuda waved with his free hand.
“Please, call me Massu! Tamahisa-san is my father!” he smiled.
Pichaya nodded once more. “Okay,” he paused. “Massu!” He turned to Pirath. “Do you want a pork kabob too?” he asked in Thai.
He shook his head. “No, thanks.”
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Finally it was time for fireworks. The group decided to go up where they had a better view of it. The fireworks were breathtaking but Pirath could enjoy it more if his precious brother wasn’t sleeping and drooling on his lap.
Chapter Four -- Chapter Six