PoT: soundcheck (boyband AU)
50% for one_if_by_land, 50% for morning_songs
It had been the fault of the weather, in the beginning, because it suddenly decided to pour just as Atobe was out for a job-- Ootori demanded that they keep in shape always-- so Atobe was already starting to, he swore, come down with something.
To make matters worse he got into an argument with Shishido about the order the songs were going to be at the concert tonight, and finally he just started to throw things, and when Atobe started to throw things, everything sort of falls apart. Shishido threatened to get Ootori to settle the matter once and for all until Atobe pointed out that that wasn't really fair, seeing how Shishido practically kept Ootori in the back of his underwear, which caused Shishido to throw things. Atobe proceeded to call Shishido a copycat, and Oshitori was forced to separate the two of them, stuffing Shishido into a practice room and telling Atobe not to leave his own dressing room or else risk a horrible, painful death.
Atobe was not particularily fond of death. Unless it was other people dying, and then he didn't really mind.
Plus he was definitely coming down with a sore throat at that point, and something of a headache, so he was glad to get time by himself until Mizuki popped in, right as he was about to take Tylenol. Mizuki opened the door halfway and then peeked out from behind it.
"Ootori tells me you are sick. If you have any germs, tell me now, because I'm frightened," here Mizuki, scarily enough, giggled, "of germs."
"I have loads," Atobe said, gleefully. "Deadly, contagious, horrible germs, and if you get anywhere close to me you'll sink into a coma instantly. If that doesn't work, I'll strangle you anyway if you come in the room."
"Good," Mizuki said, stepping in, smiling. "I knew you wouldn't mind company."
Atobe quickly took the Tylenol. He knew that he would desparately need it after Mizuki. "Don't you have Yuuta or someone to torture?"
"He's being alternated," Mizuki said, taking a seat in the couch across from Atobe's armchair.
"Alternated?" Atobe asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Alternated," Mizuki repeated, as if Atobe was deaf or stupid.
"Which means?" Atobe asked, exasperated and quite ready to bodily throw Mizuki out of the room. He settled for clenching the glass in his fist and taking a large sip. Elegantly, of course.
"Well, I think it would be alternated anyway," Mizuki continued, as if Atobe hadn't spoken at all. "Yuuta calls it taking turns. Fuji likes to think I don't exist, so he calls it visiting and ignores the fact that Yuuta only comes every other concert."
"You alternate Yuuta?" Atobe asked, curious despite himself.
"I call it lending," Mizuki said proudly.
"I'm glad I'm not Yuuta," Atobe replied, leaning back. Mizuki suddenly sprang up, striding over so that he could kneel quite prettily at Atobe's feet. But Atobe already knew what Mizuki was capable of when he was in a cheerful mood, and he would have backed away except he knew he was getting sick-- he could feel his temperature rising-- and the chair was heavy, so he was sort of stuck.
"You shouldn't be," Mizuki said. "I'm really good."
"At what? Alternating?"
"At that."
"What's 'that'?" Atobe asked, figuring he really didn't want to know and hoping Mizuki wouldn't answer.
"Sex. I do really good blowjobs. You want one?" Mizuki was starting to unzip Atobe's pants when Atobe gave a yelp, causing Ootori to barge into the room and ask what in God's name did they think they were doing and Mizuki I thought I told you to stay out of this room and leave Atobe alone and Atobe didn't you say you were sick?
"I am sick," Atobe said furiously.
"Well, if that's the case," Ootori declared, color starting to rise on his face, "You and Mizuki can just sit out tonight's concert."
"You can't make me sit out," Atobe countered. "There will be no one to sing!"
"Just watch me," Ootori said, disappearing. He even locked the door.
As it turned out Ootori had Shishido sing the lead, and although Shishido didn't imitate Atobe's singing style at all, everyone loved him, so much so that the newspapers the next day recommended that the band consider occasionally letting Shishido be the front man. Atobe was so upset he chucked the newspaper halfway down the hallway where it hit Mizuki in the face. It wasn't a bad shot.
"If our entire future is screwed because everyone can't see that I am clearly better than Shishido, it is all your fault," Atobe yelled.
"Not mine," Mizuki said, matter-of-factly. "You just have no self control."
"I have no self control?" Atobe demanded, charging forward and grabbing Mizuki by the shirt.
"None at all," Mizuki said, smiling. "You should take anger management classes. Oh, but we have the 'Cross With You' tour coming up, so I suppose you'll have to wait." Mizuki paused for a minute, still smiling even though Atobe was breathing down his face like a mad bull. "And Yuuta is coming with us this time."
"So you'll leave me alone?" Atobe asked between clenched teeth.
"Of course. But I've already told Ootori that we're going to be sharing hotel rooms. You'll have to ask Yuuta if I'm still allowed to give you a blow job."
Atobe never realized this before, but there were definitely things worse than Heaven and Hell. For one thing, Mizuki was something that even Atobe wouldn't have the heart to inflict on the Devil himself.
"Now I have to go. Make sure you lock the door when you're having fun with Kabaji, okay?" Mizuki said, slipping out from Atobe's grasp, laughing.
Atobe was stuck with that mental image for days. He even managed to have a nightmare for the first time in years.
It had been the fault of the weather, in the beginning, because it suddenly decided to pour just as Atobe was out for a job-- Ootori demanded that they keep in shape always-- so Atobe was already starting to, he swore, come down with something.
To make matters worse he got into an argument with Shishido about the order the songs were going to be at the concert tonight, and finally he just started to throw things, and when Atobe started to throw things, everything sort of falls apart. Shishido threatened to get Ootori to settle the matter once and for all until Atobe pointed out that that wasn't really fair, seeing how Shishido practically kept Ootori in the back of his underwear, which caused Shishido to throw things. Atobe proceeded to call Shishido a copycat, and Oshitori was forced to separate the two of them, stuffing Shishido into a practice room and telling Atobe not to leave his own dressing room or else risk a horrible, painful death.
Atobe was not particularily fond of death. Unless it was other people dying, and then he didn't really mind.
Plus he was definitely coming down with a sore throat at that point, and something of a headache, so he was glad to get time by himself until Mizuki popped in, right as he was about to take Tylenol. Mizuki opened the door halfway and then peeked out from behind it.
"Ootori tells me you are sick. If you have any germs, tell me now, because I'm frightened," here Mizuki, scarily enough, giggled, "of germs."
"I have loads," Atobe said, gleefully. "Deadly, contagious, horrible germs, and if you get anywhere close to me you'll sink into a coma instantly. If that doesn't work, I'll strangle you anyway if you come in the room."
"Good," Mizuki said, stepping in, smiling. "I knew you wouldn't mind company."
Atobe quickly took the Tylenol. He knew that he would desparately need it after Mizuki. "Don't you have Yuuta or someone to torture?"
"He's being alternated," Mizuki said, taking a seat in the couch across from Atobe's armchair.
"Alternated?" Atobe asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Alternated," Mizuki repeated, as if Atobe was deaf or stupid.
"Which means?" Atobe asked, exasperated and quite ready to bodily throw Mizuki out of the room. He settled for clenching the glass in his fist and taking a large sip. Elegantly, of course.
"Well, I think it would be alternated anyway," Mizuki continued, as if Atobe hadn't spoken at all. "Yuuta calls it taking turns. Fuji likes to think I don't exist, so he calls it visiting and ignores the fact that Yuuta only comes every other concert."
"You alternate Yuuta?" Atobe asked, curious despite himself.
"I call it lending," Mizuki said proudly.
"I'm glad I'm not Yuuta," Atobe replied, leaning back. Mizuki suddenly sprang up, striding over so that he could kneel quite prettily at Atobe's feet. But Atobe already knew what Mizuki was capable of when he was in a cheerful mood, and he would have backed away except he knew he was getting sick-- he could feel his temperature rising-- and the chair was heavy, so he was sort of stuck.
"You shouldn't be," Mizuki said. "I'm really good."
"At what? Alternating?"
"At that."
"What's 'that'?" Atobe asked, figuring he really didn't want to know and hoping Mizuki wouldn't answer.
"Sex. I do really good blowjobs. You want one?" Mizuki was starting to unzip Atobe's pants when Atobe gave a yelp, causing Ootori to barge into the room and ask what in God's name did they think they were doing and Mizuki I thought I told you to stay out of this room and leave Atobe alone and Atobe didn't you say you were sick?
"I am sick," Atobe said furiously.
"Well, if that's the case," Ootori declared, color starting to rise on his face, "You and Mizuki can just sit out tonight's concert."
"You can't make me sit out," Atobe countered. "There will be no one to sing!"
"Just watch me," Ootori said, disappearing. He even locked the door.
As it turned out Ootori had Shishido sing the lead, and although Shishido didn't imitate Atobe's singing style at all, everyone loved him, so much so that the newspapers the next day recommended that the band consider occasionally letting Shishido be the front man. Atobe was so upset he chucked the newspaper halfway down the hallway where it hit Mizuki in the face. It wasn't a bad shot.
"If our entire future is screwed because everyone can't see that I am clearly better than Shishido, it is all your fault," Atobe yelled.
"Not mine," Mizuki said, matter-of-factly. "You just have no self control."
"I have no self control?" Atobe demanded, charging forward and grabbing Mizuki by the shirt.
"None at all," Mizuki said, smiling. "You should take anger management classes. Oh, but we have the 'Cross With You' tour coming up, so I suppose you'll have to wait." Mizuki paused for a minute, still smiling even though Atobe was breathing down his face like a mad bull. "And Yuuta is coming with us this time."
"So you'll leave me alone?" Atobe asked between clenched teeth.
"Of course. But I've already told Ootori that we're going to be sharing hotel rooms. You'll have to ask Yuuta if I'm still allowed to give you a blow job."
Atobe never realized this before, but there were definitely things worse than Heaven and Hell. For one thing, Mizuki was something that even Atobe wouldn't have the heart to inflict on the Devil himself.
"Now I have to go. Make sure you lock the door when you're having fun with Kabaji, okay?" Mizuki said, slipping out from Atobe's grasp, laughing.
Atobe was stuck with that mental image for days. He even managed to have a nightmare for the first time in years.